Title: Harry Potter and the Darkness of Life
Chapter: (2) Destruction of his Wand
Author: Laen
Summary: After Sirius' death, Harry's completely lost his will to live, so he decides to make an attempt to escape the Wizarding world. What happens when he becomes friends with a muggle, and travels to China? Will Hogwarts ever be the same after Harry comes back? Read to find out!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine! Neither are Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and definitely the country China! But 'Christine Parkers' is my own character. Don't sue!
Rated: At this moment? Probably PG, but later on in the chapter, it might change to PG13 or maybe even 14A, depending on how grim the 'murders' and 'deaths' of the death eaters are... cough, cough.
Christine was in shock, how did Harry knock that mugger out like that? With a simple stick? And further more, who in the world was the 'ministry of magic'?
She didn't bother to ask any questions, until they arrived back in the motel, where they dumped all their bags of clothing onto the table and collapse onto the couch gasping for air.
"What the hell did you just do?" Christine asked as she walked over to the fridge, and took out two cans of coke.
"You might think this is crazy—and trust me, it is—but I'm a wizard. And I can use magic." Harry explained as Christine gave him a look.
"You're right about that—it is crazy." Christine muttered as she handed Harry the coke.
"You believe me? You're not freaked out? You're not going to call the police?" Harry asked in confusion as Christine shook her head.
"If you hadn't noticed, you did just save my life. But who the hell are the ministry of magic? And why where they after you?"
"The ministry of magic—they make sure that muggles—that means non-magical people, don't find out about us—wizards and witches. They cover up any mess-ups that wizards and witches make when they're using magic—"
"Kinda like the 'Men in Black'!" Christine cut in, but the moment she said it, a look of confusion appeared onto Harry's face.
"Men in Black?" he asked with a weird expression on his face.
"O—it's my FAVOURITE movie! There's two parts to it now, since the second movie came out—we can watch it later, I've got the DVD for both of them—carry it around with me—don't laugh at me! I'm not crazy!" Christine said as Harry burst out laughing.
"You carry the movies around?" Harry asked as Christine rolled her eyes.
"Of course not! They're in my suitcase—anyways, talking about suitcases—you said you didn't need any extra trunks to place the clothes—but where're you gonna put it?"
"My backpack—"
"How?"
"Hang on—I'll be right back." Harry said as he got up from the couch and headed towards his current bedroom.
He returned a moment later with his backpack opened, and grabbed a few bags of clothing with him before he sat back down by Christine.
"Watch—" Harry muttered as he took some clothes and stuffed it into his backpack.
Christine's eyes widened when she saw that all the clothes Harry had bought fit inside his backpack easily.
"How?"
"Magic." Harry explained.
"That's amazing—"
"Not really."
"Say—do you think it'll be alright for us to go and get your contacts? Plus get your hair dyed?" Christine asked as Harry pulled some clothes back out of his backpack.
"Give me a sec—I've got to change, I look stupid with these clothes on." Harry muttered as he headed back into his bedroom.
Half an hour later, Christine and Harry appeared at the London Eye Care Center, to get Harry his contacts. After the doctors took a look at his eyes, and wrote down his eyes status, they began working on his glasses.
Usually, it would take weeks to make a pair of glasses—getting the lenses carved, and placing it into the frames, but Harry had offered to pay three times the normal amount if it was finished that day.
The contacts on the other hand, were quicker, since they had tons of pre-packed packages Harry could buy. The raven haired boy looked through a few of them, and finally decided on buying pale blue color contacts.
"We should be able to get it done by six pm—I hope that's not too long for you." One of the eye doctors—Dr. Williams said as Harry shook his head.
"We'll come back to receive it then, I've already paid half the money, I'll pay the other half when I come this evening." Harry said as he and Christine said thanks to the doctor, then left to go to the mall.
Inside the mall, were many shops. After looking through a few of them, Harry and Christine finally found a barber shop, and had gone inside to get Harry's hair dyed.
Meanwhile...
"Fred! It's been more then an hour! Will you let us check the map already?" Ginny shouted as she pounded at the door of the Fred and George's rooms.
"Alright—alright—don't freak out." George said as he finally opened the door, and let Ron, Hermione, and Ginny back into the room.
"You've been watching all this time!" Hermione said angrily as the Weasley twins smiled sheepishly at her.
"Oops?" Fred muttered as Ginny glared at them.
"Just shut up and watch the bloody map already." Ron said as the attention of the five wizards and witches drawled upon the map.
"James, you look hilarious cute!" Christine said as she ruffled Harry's now brown streaked hair.
"Sod off Christine—hey look, pizza! Let's get some!" Harry said as he ran towards 'Pizza Hut'.
The teenagers each ordered a slice of cheese pizza, and some coke—which Harry had found a liking to, and sat down at a nearby table to chat.
"So—James, d'you think those ministry people will chase after you? I mean—the last thing I need is to be on an airplane half way to China with a ton of wizards roaming around trying to poke an eye out with their wands." Christine said as she took a bite of her pizza.
"They're going to CHINA?" Hermione asked in shock as she continued to watch what happened.
"I hope not—but then knowing Fudge, the git probably would poke an eye out. I swear, he has the IQ of a snail."
"Forget about China, how does she know about us?" Fred said as he frowned.
"From what I hear from you, this Fudge dude has got to be a pain in the ass." Christine said as Harry nodded.
"I pity Voldemort if he ever bumps into Fudge." Harry grinned.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"Why?" Christine questioned.
"He's Fudge—anyone who has the misfortune to bump into him will end up losing a few years off the end of their lives because their brains heard too much crap from him." Harry said as a small smile appeared onto Christine's face.
"I can't believe he's insulting Fudge!" Ginny muttered as George and Fred conjured up some popcorn.
"Go Harry! Keep it coming! You know we hate him!" the twins said happily as they stuffed some popcorn into their mouths.
"George!" Hermione and Ginny both said at the same time, but Ron saw the identical smile on the two girls.
"Where do you think we should go next? There are still a few hours before we pick up your contacts. Do you want to go watch a movie?" she asked as Harry frowned.
"What kind of movies are out at this moment? I've never seen any my whole life."
"You've got to be kidding—well, we could always go back to the motel and watch 'Men in Black'."
"Nah, we'd be running around in circles then. Better stick to somewhere in this area—I saw some place near the Eye Care Center—some arcade or something like that. Maybe we can go there."
"The arcade? Sure! I wonder if they have DDR over there."
"DRR?" Harry once again had a confused expression on his face.
"Yea, Dance Dance Revolution! It's this dancing machine. You just follow the steps and—well, you'll get it when you see it. If they have it of course—let's go!" Christine said as she quickly finished her drink and pizza, then led Harry back towards the arcade.
"I know that place! It's the arcade in 'The Mountain Mall'!" Hermione cried out the moment she saw the arcade.
"The what?" Ron, George, Fred, and Ginny all asked in confusion.
(A/N: the Mountain Mall is just some name I thought of right off the top of my head, if it actually does exist in English, London then I'll probably faint from shock.)
"The Mountain Mall! It's about a half hour walk from the Leaky Cauldron—"
"Let's floo over to the shop. Then we can catch a cab down to this Mountain Mall or something." Fred suggested as he got up from the bed.
"Good idea—but we've no muggle money!" Ron said as Hermione whacked him across the head.
"What am I? A frog? I've got muggle money!" she said as Ron threw a look at her.
"Okay, but what do you think we tell the order?"
"We tell them nothing—just that we're going to the shop. Then Hermione decides to make a stop at the Arcade to show us some cool muggle games." Ginny improvised as everyone nodded.
"Good idea, let's go."
Meanwhile...
"Come on James, you can do better then that! That's two steps! Not one! Come on! Faster!" Christine said as Harry jumped around from step to step on the dancing machine.
After a few more seconds, he had lost the round, and the game was over.
"You suck at this game." A nearby boy muttered as Harry turned to glare at him, only to be shocked by who it was.
"Dudley?"
"How do you know my name?" the fat Dursley asked as Christine nudged him in the ribs.
"Who's he?" she whispered as Harry sighed slightly.
"My cousin." He whispered back as he walked forward to Dudley.
"The name's James, Big D." Harry said as he raised one of his eyebrows at his cousin.
"Oh—that still doesn't explain how you know my name." Dudley mumbled as Harry yawned slightly.
There was a small crowd around them now, and Harry noticed that Pier and most of Dudley's old friends were there with him. Only they looked a bit bigger, and stupider.
"That's for me to know—and for you to find out. And what are you lot staring at? Go back to playing your games." Harry stated as some of the people turned to walk away.
"Hey kid—don't start any fights now. The arcade'll get shut down if you lot keep doing that." A nearby guard said as Harry nodded.
The boy who lived turned around, and walked towards another machine that he noticed Christine was busy playing at the moment. It was an old cowboy shooting game.
The point of the game was to shoot all the bad guys—but at the same time, dodge the shots they made. The play field was large, and Harry noticed the ground there was suddenly padded, and squishy.
He soon realized why. Harry watched as one of the players using the machine next to Christine roll his way out of a bullet, then raise his 'gun' and shoot the other man.
"Wow." He muttered as he continued to watch.
The boy—probably around the age of thirteen, looked like a pro when it came to this game, and was quite athletic, consider the fact that he was rolling, jumping, and even at time, flipping out of the way of flying bullets.
After what seemed like ten minutes, Harry noticed that he wasn't the only person watching the young child. There was quite a large crowd now, even the guard was amused by the boy's tactics.
Finally, Harry decided to pry his eyes off the boy, and try the game himself. He placed two tokens into the machine, and then got ready for the game to start.
Immediately, he watched as the screen changed, and pictures of burglars and thief appeared, explaining to Harry some detail. Apparently, the actual point of the game was to shoot the bad guys, and prevent them from entering the bank from robbing it, but at the same time, avoid injuring and harming the bystanders.
After Harry re-read the rules and instructions three times, he pressed the start button, and got into a battle stance; gun at his side, ready for attack.
A man who had long, blonde, and crazy hair appeared, Harry noticed he was holding a gun in his left hand, and was making his way to the bank. The first thought that flashed through his head was Lucius Malfoy.
Without thinking any further, Harry pointed the gun at the man he decided to call Malfoy, and pulled the trigger twice. The bullets made contact with Lucius' head and shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground in a slump, and Harry watched as another person entered the screen.
It was a woman who looked similar to Bellatrix was now beginning to walk over to the bank. Harry felt hatred rise up beneath him as he raised the gun and took shot after shot at the woman, all of them hit her in the head, and it looked practically repeatedly.
When the woman dropped to the ground, and Harry's bullets ran out, he did what he had seen the boy do earlier, move towards the side, and let the gun slowly re-load.
When the gun was once again, full of bullets, he moved back into view, and began shooting at the 'bad guys' who appeared onto the screen, avoiding the bystanders at all cost.
Many of the burglars, and thieves, looked like a few of the death eaters, and therefore, in a way, helped Harry relief himself of his anger.
After what seemed like twenty minutes—and Harry placing dozens of tokens into the machine, Harry passed the final level and was no longer in the 'cowboy stage'.
He was now in a dark forest, the surroundings were somewhat similar to the Forbidden Forest, and Harry watched as cloaked figures zoomed in and out of the screen, shooting bullets at him every once in a while.
Dodging, and now, even rolling out of the way, Harry attacked back. Christine, who had been watching him intently for the last little while, realized that Harry was no longer treating the 'game' as a game. But rather as something quite real. Someone that was like a training unit.
"Damn death eaters." Harry growled as he dodged as few bullets, and fired some back.
The words 'Further on in the Forest' appeared onto the screen, and Harry began to walk slowly on the ground. Throughout the last few minutes, Harry realized that the whole area he played on was able to sense his moments, meaning the machine knew when he was walking, running, jumping, rolling, or even re-loading his gun.
More 'death eaters' appeared onto the screen, and Harry quickly pulled the trigger a few times, sending them to the ground. The symbol on the screen that told Harry how many bullets he had left was slowly running around, and Harry quickly moved towards the side to re-load when he noticed one last cloaked figure walk into the forest.
The thought of the battle Harry had against Voldemort weeks before the end of his fourth year suddenly flashed through the boy's eyes; and Harry shuddered slightly.
Harry blinked slightly, and looked down at his hand. He was no longer holding the gun attached to the machine, but his own wand. When he looked up, the last 'bad guy' on the screen was no longer the cloaked figure, but Voldemort. He seemed to be back in the cemetery again.
'Damn!' Harry through as he gasped slightly.
He blinked again, and he was suddenly back in the arcade. He watched as the cloaked figure raised its gun, and fired three bullets at him. Harry quickly dived out of the way, and pulled himself into a roll, ending on one knee.
He raised his gun, aimed, and then pulled the trigger.
BAM!
Game Over!
FLASH!
"You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort said softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness.
Harry gasped at the sudden coldness, and memory of the third and last task in the Tri-Wizard Cup.
"We bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snake-like face upturned to Harry. "Come, the niceties must be observed... Dumbledore would like you to show manners... bow to death, Harry…"
Laughter could be heard from Death Eaters all around, and Voldemort's lipless mouth was smiling. Harry shuddered as he swallowed slowly, and begin to pant.
"I said, bow," Voldemort said, raising his wand—and Harry felt his spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand was bending him ruthlessly forwards, and the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever.
"Damn you Voldemort." Harry managed to gasp before he raised his wand at the dark lord.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry felt his mouth move, and his voice cry out, and a look of fear appeared onto his face as he watched a bright beam of green light appear out of his hand, pass through the gun he held, and made contact with the machine game he was playing earlier.
KABOOM!
Screams could be heard as teenagers and children all ages ran towards the nearest exits, away from Harry; but the boy who lived could only stand there in shock. Plain shock.
"Harry! Harry!" a familiar voice cried out as Harry felt someone grab him by his shoulder and twirl him around. He dropped the gun slowly, and gasped for air.
"Harry! Are you alright?" It was Hermione.
"Get away from me—he'll come after you—all of you—he'll kill you—just like he did to Cedric—just like he did to my parents—to Sirius—get away from me." Harry said as he pulled himself away from Hermione's reach, and took a few steps back.
"James, what's going on?" Christine was still there, staring in shock.
"Go back to the motel—I've got something to deal with right now—just go—and hurry." Harry whispered as eighteen year old teenage girl nodded, then ran out of the arcade.
"Harry mate, what's going on?" Fred—or was it George's voice rang through the room as Harry struggled to see through the smoke that came from the destroyed machine.
"I told you—get away from me—I'm not Harry—Harry's dead!"
"Harry—get some sense in your head—wake up!" Ginny was now shaking him angrily.
"Ginny, leave him alone! He's still going through shock or something!" Ron cried out as Ginny quickly let go of Harry and took a few steps back from the scared and frightened sixteen year old.
"Harry—It's me, George, listen mate, we're all real worried about you—if you could, please—come back with us to Headquarters and we can sort all of this out—"
"No! I'm not going back there! Back to where he was... the place he stayed at for so long—the place he hated so much—I'm not going back." Harry whispered as he took a few steps back, and felt himself make contact with the wall behind him.
"Harry—please... just—listen to us." Hermione pleaded as Harry shook his head.
"How did you find me? How?" Harry asked as Fred and George looked at each other for a moment.
"Your magical signature. You've got your wand with you. We made a map of England, similar to Hogwarts." One of the twins explained as Harry reached into his pocket, and pulled his wand out.
"This is the thing that helped you find me?" Harry questioned as his friends all nodded.
"Then I'll break it..."
"Harry, no!" Ginny cut in.
"... and you'll no longer be able to follow me—I'll have a new life—the ministry will leave me alone—Voldemort will leave me alone—I wouldn't have to worry about the Prophecy that old bat Trelawney made—"
"What prophecy? Harry, I thought that was destroyed!" Ron asked as Harry continued to pant and gasp for air.
"It was—but Dumbledore was there—he heard Trelawney make that prophecy—and he told me—he told me—I have to leave this place—leave forever—never come back—never." Harry whispered slowly as he wrapped his two hands around his wand, raised it, and got ready to snap it in half.
"No!" Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George all cried out at the same time as Harry forced himself to break the piece of magical wood in half.
As the wand snapped in half, Harry felt a burst of energy escape from the magical item, and flow though him. He gasped when he finished breaking his wand.
"Harry you idiot! That was the only wand that had a connection to You-Know-Who's!" Ron shouted as Harry looked up at him.
"I don't care—I really don't care." Harry said as he closed his eyes, and imagined himself back in the motel room.
When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see that he was—then it dawned on him. He had just apparated.
Back at the Arcade...
"What the bloody hell!" Fred swore as he watched the boy in front of them disappear with a small crack.
"He apparated! But—he's underage! It's impossible!" Hermione gasped as she stared at the stop where Harry had just been moments ago.
CRACK!
Dozens of popping sounds suddenly appeared, and members of the Order and Aurors appeared.
"What happened? Which one of you lot used the Killing Curse?" one of them—Ron and Hermione recognized as Amos Diggory asked as he pointed his wand around at them.
"It wasn't us! Really!" George said as he raised his hands into the air in shock.
The five teenagers looked around at the wizards and witches that surrounded them with wands, and noticed that Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks were among the crowd.
"Then who did this?" Moody asked as he pointed his hand at the destroyed machine.
"It was—Harry—he was playing some shooting game—and the final level—the people who appeared looked like Death Eaters—and he—he just freaked out—" Hermione managed to whisper as the Aurors are them all gasped in shock.
"Potter used the killing curse? And did that?" Kingsley asked as he pointed at his hand at the machine and his jaw fell.
"Yes." Ginny answered as the Aurors began to whisper.
"Silence!" A voice shouted through the loud whispers, and immediately, everyone shut up.
Looks of shock appeared onto the five teenager's face as they watched the speaker walk towards them, wand raised.
"Percy." Fred spat the word out of his mouth, as if it was poison.
"George." Percy replied as a foul look appeared onto both the twins faces.
"I'm George your idiot! You call yourself our brother." George said coldly as Percy raised an eyebrow.
"The last I checked, I no longer called you my brother—since you, mum and dad decided to side with that old fool—"
"Stupefy!" the two twins cried out as they pointed their wands at the older Weasley.
The red head fell to the floor in a slump, and a look of satisfaction appeared onto the twin's faces.
"You two—hand your wands over—that's against the law—attacking a ministry Auror!" one of the wizards cried out.
"Last I checked, Percy was gopher boy working for Fudge—and he wasn't an Auror, so we don't give a crap." George said as he raised his wand up at them.
"And we were merely standing up for the second greatest wizard of all time—Dumbledore." Fred said as a few of the Aurors frowned slightly.
"Who would be the first on your lists then? You-Know-Who?" a man in dark Auror's robes asked icily as the twins merely laughed and shook their heads.
"Who else other then the wizard who helped us pass our N.E.W.T's..."
"...the wizard who saved the world so many times..."
"...and the boy who attempted to stop Voldemort from coming back to power..."
"...from stealing the prophecy..." Ron added his bit, as the twins smiled slightly, and continued to talk, each person carrying their sentence on.
"...and helped send dozens of Death Eaters to Azkaban..."
"Who else other than the boy who lived? Who else other then Harry Potter?" Fred and George both finished at the same time, in a serious and sincere tone.
"You've got to be kidding." A witch muttered in the crowd.
"We're not. While the rest of the Wizarding world was blind to Voldemort's rise—Dumbledore and the students of Hogwarts weren't." Ginny muttered as all three of her brothers nodded.
"Although that idiotic, good for nothing, Umbridge was there to disrupt our lives last year, Harry created a school defence association. To teach the students how to defend ourselves against Death Eaters—against dementors." Fred stated as some of the Aurors looked at each other to see their reactions.
"He helped us—he saw hope to defeat Voldemort even at the darkest of times—even when the rest of the world wouldn't believe him. Even when stupid gits like Fudge—"
"Don't go insulting the minister!" Diggory cut in, but George continued.
"—even when stupid gits like Fudge went around saying he was crazy, that he and Dumbledore were mad, that Voldemort wasn't back—he continued to fight. He continued by teaching us how to defend ourselves. He fought through the DA."
"Are you done talking?" Moody asked as all eyes darted towards him.
"Yes. We are. Happy?" Fred asked in a sarcastic tone.
"As a matter of fact, we are. You five—come with me." Moody growled as he began to lead them out of the arcade.
"Oy Moody! We've got to question him still!" one of the wizards shouted, but Moody's pace didn't change, if any, it sped up.
"Forget about questions. How many muggles saw this? We've got to oblivate them!" Tonk's voice rang out as the five teenagers followed Moody out of the Arcade, and back into the mall.
"Here's a Portkey—it's unauthorized, but Dumbledore say it doesn't matter—it'll take you back to Headquarters, when you get there—explain to Dumbledore what's happen—after your done—tell him to get down to the Ministry, or Fudge's going to have Aurors out trying to arrest Harry next for using a killing curse. All they've got to do is track his magical signature, and he's toast." Moody said as he pulled a small rock out of his robes.
"On the count of three—" the kids all reached in, and placed a finger on the rock.
"Three—Two—One—"
SWISH!
The five teens soon found themselves standing at the doorway to number twelve, Grimmauld Place; standing in front of them—was Albus Dumbledore himself.
"Get in." the headmaster said as he opened the door, and ushered the five teenagers into the house.
"Fred! George! Ron! Ginny! Hermione!" Mrs. Weasley cried out as she ran forwards and gave all of the kids a huge hug, they could tell she had been sobbing.
"Mum—we're okay!" Ginny managed to gasp as her mother released her and on to give Hermione a hug.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked when they had all finally reached the 'meeting room'.
"We found Harry—" Hermione said as gasps could be heard from everyone in the room, even Snape was in shock.
"What? Where?" Remus asked as he jumped to his feet.
"At an arcade in downtown London—we found him through Fred and George's map—" Ron began, but was soon cut in.
"What map?" Mr. Weasley asked in confusion.
"It's like the Maruader's Map, but it's of London—"
"What's the Maruader's Map?" Bill Weasley asked.
"It was a map of Hogwarts that showed all the students, teachers, ghosts, whatever—it seems the Weasleys must have found a way to create one similar to it of London." Remus said as all eyes fell upon him.
"Yeah... anyways, this was what happened..." George began...
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