Chap 3: The Murder of Harry Potter

"Harry, we will have to do something and quick!" his father was looking at him grimly. "Voldemort has sent at least twenty of his deatheaters to investigate about you and he really wants to kill you. I have a plan to hold him back for quite sometime. We will be making a model of you and animate the model so that it can run and perform some basic human interactions. We will need you for the taking of stats so that your android seems as real as possible."

Harry followed his father into a huge room with mirrored walls and white machines everywhere. Numerous people in white suits were working there with the machines and it really looked sophisticated.

Hermione came and asked him to get undressed. TO GET UNDRESSED! What the heck!

"What?? NO!" Harry could feel the entire staff eyes on his reddening cheeks.

"Alright, all ladies out!" his father voiced out and a wave of relief swept over Harry. There were groans everywhere and protests could clearly be heard.

"We are more qualified than the male staff when it comes to this stuff."

"We will get the photos after all!"

"No you won't!" Harry was really embarrassed. "You will only get the stats and photos that I will allow to be seen; you don't need to get all the parts exact as the deatheaters surely won't know about me that well after you have kept me hidden all this time."

"I've changed my mind, ladies please stay." Many cheerful ladies gave an audible "yes!!"

"However, Harry is right – all the specifics need not be known and therefore Harry has the right to decide whether not to keep his underwear and have a model with some distorted parts or to do otherwise and have them the decent size and shape."

Harry was in an awkward situation. "Whatever you do, will be to the model! Not to myself!"

"It will be really small"

"It will have some kind of illness and look awful."

Harry was tossed form side to side by the menaces of the witches but held firm. Finally, the operation started. They measured each and every part of his body except the prohibited parts with tapes and apparatuses called Vernier something and Micrometer thingy. They paid special attention to his scar. Almost half of all the readings taken were on it.

When it was all finished, Harry felt relieved. He could not help but feel awful at the tickling sensation that the people, specially the ladies, was making him feel each time their hands and fingers, although gloved, brushed against his skin.

They took a few strands of hair from him saying that they will have to make replicas for the models. There would be several models so that the best of them can be used.

"Do you have the time juggling liquid from the Department of Mysteries, Rolf?" his father was talking to a man in the forties but the latter seemed to have the hands of a twenty year old. The man nodded. "The ova, the artificial wombing materials, blood replenishing potions, dialysis machines, artificial lungs and the digestive system 3000." His father seemed satisfied with the man when he nodded but as his eyes turned round the corner, he noticed Harry's confused facial expression and quickly added, "Do you have the silicon chips, the artificial calcium phosphate skeleton and the other materials for the android?" The man nodded but his head did not move up and down but in a diagonal direction as if he was hesitating between nodding and shaking his head. "Good, the manufacture can begin.
"Harry, now let's go to the training," his father's face was back to serious. "My engineers have devised another way to learn things."

"This is a pensive, it contains memories and you can view them by leaning your head into it." Harry saw a container like an aquarium filled with some dark liquid.

"We have an incantation that helps us put our memories into this." His father put the tip of his wand against his temple and drew silver threads of wisps from his head into the pensive.

"This will instead be directed directly from me to you in the method that has been devised but you must have a good grip on occlumency and legitemency to proceed. The memory will be stored into your subconscious and when you are asleep; you will live these memories and follow the same steps that I do in these memories. The memories will be about my training from my father, Grindelwald. Your subconscious will not only help you to view the training but also to participate in it. It will simulate the situation and you will have to fight virtually."

He paused to let Harry assimilate. "I have designed my own spell that will put someone in a state called accelerated coma when it is used on that person. The accelerated coma can be reversed by another person that is conscious with the counter spell or it can simply end when the virtual adventure in the subconscious comes to its end."

"However, this has its bad parts. You are not allowed to die in your virtual adventure because then, you are dead for real. It is like in Matrix. Matrix is a muggle film for your information."

"The accelerated coma state consists of three parts, the store, the processor and the accelerator. The store is where the memories are placed for immediate access; the processor does all the virtualization work and creates simulations of new situations from the information from the store; the accelerator accelerates the whole process so that it can take place up to two hundred times the normal pace. This means that you can assimilate twenty years of my training in the matter of a few weeks as the coma is twenty four over twenty four and my training was only about five to ten hours daily with breaks within."

"Right, now we must get started with Occlumency and Legitemency as quickly as possible." This is coming just at the right time. They won't no what hit them. This thought came and went as quickly as death came with Avada Kedavra. Harry had the distinct impression that this thought was directed towards his father and his organisation not towards Dumbledore or Voldemort. It felt weird but he discarded it and focused onto the words of his father.

"Occlumency is the art of shielding one's mind against outside invasions to retrieve information or to put information. The experiment that we are going to perform on you is in contradiction with the second function of Occlumency but Legitemency will correct this out. The functions of Legitemency consist of firstly the ability to retrieve information from a living brain by the Legitemens and second, to put information into the brain by the Legitemens. The first function of legitemency cancels out the second function of occlumency and allows the experiment to take place."

"My engineers guarantee me that you don't face any danger with the system unless you die in it. Remember, Harry, it is all in the mind. Grindelwald…err…my father, once told me that one needs to have faith and control over the brain to perform magic properly. Magic people have an access to magic because they are genetically different from other people. Everybody have magical core, even muggles, but not all can manipulate it. The magical core is in the brain – all cores are interconnected, that's how the people are able to do Legitemency. Dlooberup society knows all that because we are at the top of today's science. We have connections with more people from scientific society that even Dumbledore will have problems to believe it."

"We have found out that legitemency is easier to achieve than occlumency and that occlumency will be easier to achieve once legitemency will have been mastered. In legitemency, all you have to do is to concentrate and fix the eyes of your prey. You want to know what one knows, you want to look for weaknesses you want to find one's painful memories so that you can taunt that person for all the harm that they have done to you. This would be very useful if you find the Malfoys, you will be able to find out the key to their fortune and take it away."

His father was speaking in such a vengeful manner; these Malfoys must be bad people indeed. At first when his father talked about taunting people with their painful memories, he was not very for but when his father glanced at his doubtful face and brought the Malfoys into this, it was a different matter and his face did not look doubtful the least. His father has noticed that and this was not supposed to be the case. Why was he not supposed to notice that; Act like you know nothing. Harry decided that he had to correct his mistake.

"This doesn't sound right - why must we torment the Malfoys, whoever they are. Just stop Voldemort and Dumbledore; that's all we have to do." His father looked at him with a calculating gaze and then Harry saw something that did not fit in the pattern - his father had green eyes; Hermione told him that his eyes were green like his mum's but why has she not told him that his eyes were green like his parents instead. This is a play so act along. Thoughts like these kept popping into his brain all the time. They all conveyed the same message – act along and do not trust.

Think about something else, about Hermione, your father is trying to read your mind and do not let him know your thoughts. The messages are getting weirder and weirder but Harry felt that these are messages sent directly by his subconscious triggered by his gut feeling. Following these messages seem to be the best option.

"Father let's get to legitemency and stop gawking at me like this." His father was shaken from his course of action but quickly regained his composure and gained the ability to speak firmly again.

"Well, this is your life-sized sculpture as you see; you are about eight year old and dressed up. This sculpture has a special feature, look at the eyes."

The eyes were like real ones embedded in a white plaster effigy. There was also a rotating button at the side of the left shoulder. Harry went closer to get a better look at the button. There was a graduated label surrounding the button – "Easy – 5" to "Hard – 110."

"Why Easy starts at five and not at zero and why does Hard finish at hundred and ten and not at some round number like hundred or hundred and fifty?"

"The easy mark is the resistance of a muggle baby to mental assaults and the Hard mark is only a temporary mark. I am trying to find a spell strong enough to make it hundred and fifty to make it a real challenge for you. The memory in the statue store many memories that I have of you. It is coupled with an exit system that legitemens can open so that the memories flow to their minds. Remember, you have to wish to know everything that the prey knows and "Legitemens"."

Harry took aim. What was I like and what did I do before my amnesia; how was my mum; how do Dumbledore and Voldemort look. He wanted to know everything.

"Legitemens"

Memories flew – his father was looking at him at the age of about three. He was trying to catch a butterfly. He succeeded to get it. He squeezed it and killed it and started to pluck away its wings and legs when a beautiful woman, with red hair came with a stick and grabbed his hand which was holding the dead butterfly. She looked angry and punished him with the stick.

- Some boys came and started shouting awful names – son of a mudblood, unworthy of magic. A Harry of about thirteen took his wand and shouted "Crucio", one of the boys, seemingly the leader of the gang fell down, and writhing with pain, struggling as he started wriggling as spasmodic waves of agony passed over him as high voltage electric pulses. Harry was smiling as the others looked terrified and ran away leaving the boy agonizing. "Now Malfoy, say sorry Harry, say 'purebloods are not even worth wiping the slime off the feet of muggleborns and halfbloods." As the boy tried in vain to speak, Harry's father appeared and slapped Harry on his head. Harry stopped and let Malfoy go. His father was giving him a lecture on not using unforgivables for such trivial matters.

Harry stopped, he was really disgusted. How could he have been so ruthless? That was why the organisation found him so important – he was ready for action and cold blooded. He went and increased the level to about fifty. He was cold blooded. He was ruthless. He could do anything and he is powerful beyond any other. He had the right to know everything; he was fed up of being kept in the dark; he wanted the knowledge and technique to go with his power.

"Legitemens"

Memories flew again – A dark hooded person was gliding in the forest.

"What is he looking for father?"

"He wants something; he is looking forward to meet Dumbledore."

"Why don't we just fire a death curse at him and be finished?"

"Voldemort has power beyond imagination. It will be the same thing as the first time. He will a become bodiless spirit but stay alive to be reborn again and if we miss him which is likely to be the case, the probability of having us dead it really high given that we are in Hogwarts ground and apparition is impossible here."

"Make a portkey then."

"Harry, you know very well that we can't risk that. Now, just stick to the plan and be a good spy."

An old man came; the man had a beard so long that he had tucked part of it into his waistband.

"What brings you here so early Tom? I haven't even had the time of go to that room full of chamber pots yet.

"Dumbledore, I hate when people betray me like you have done when that Wise boy nearly killed me but I hate it even more when you call me Tom. Stop that if you don't want me to hurt you."

"Tom, you may have power beyond me but keep that in mind that I have more than fifty years more than you in Dark Arts and killing. So be a good boy and come to the point. I think that I will need you for some job."

"Dumbledore, the doolberup society is decimating my army every year. We need to get that all right. I cannot even recruit my people."

"I will get that right but you have to promise me to create havoc as no one has ever done in the wizarding world, I need to recruit people for my own army under the pretext of fighting yours."

Suddenly both of them disappeared. No one can disapparate in Hogwarts grounds. Harry's father looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights.

"Hello Harry, it has been a long time and who is this? James, the son of Grindelwald, I am glad to meet you both." It was Dumbledore's voice and it was coming from behind. They both turned around to see Dumbledore but had to do the opposite almost immediately.

"Well, well, well, it seems to me that our problems are soon going to be solved - the pillars of the doolberup sidedown society." Voldemort and Dumbledore were on each of their sides and any prospective looked doomed.

"How have you disapparated. No one can do that in Hogwarts grounds."

"Invisibility is one of the duelers' most important ability. I thought that your father who have taught you that James."

"Don't try to become invisible we can see though invisibility charms."

"Portus," screamed Harry as he touched the golden coin that he was holding against his father's hand. The coin turned blue and the forest disappeared from view and both of them fell into a room very similar to a high technology laboratory after passing through a tunnel of colourful lights.

"We escaped. You did not have wand with you; you did wandless magic of such great power 'Portus'." His father was in a state that mixed numerous emotions where excitement ruled and his panting did not say anything otherwise.

"Harry, Harry, wake up!"

The memory ended here and Harry decided that he had seen enough of this one.

"I suppose that I lost my memory after the mission in the Hogwarts Grounds."

"Yes"

Harry went up to the statue again and turned the knob to 'eighty'. There was a little 'n' there.

"Why is there an 'n' at the 'eighty' mark?"

"This is the average of the ones that have studied occlumency."

"This means that I will start to feel more resistance than I have had so far?"

"This means that if you are as powerful as I think you are, you will go through this as if it was completely normal"

"Legitemens"

Nothing came; no memory flew; "Legitemens!"

A faint light appeared; and all became normal; frustration this should have flew normally for him who has powers directly from Voldemort, the master of masters in Legitemency.

"LEGITEMENS"; Nothing!

"I know, I know!" comprehension popped into Harry's head.

"I have to want to know and not think that I know; LEGITEMENS!"

Memories flew again; Harry was about eleven years old; He was flying on a broom and he was going really fast. He seemed to be a golden blur across the blue sky. Then at once, he stopped dead in the air. He had caught something and came down towards his father; the thing was a golden ball and Harry looked glowing with happiness as he addressed himself to his father; "I have caught snitch at last, it was becoming a worry at the end; it had been more than half an hour that I have been looking for it."

- Harry was now in a semi-dark room, there were unlit candles everywhere. He approached then and put his hands over one and muttered 'incendiluo'; nothing happened.

"Concentrate, Harry! Do not let your spirits get down; I took three weeks to light up my first and don't let yourself down after just half an hour. Now, try again."

"Incendiluo"

A dim light started to appear under Harry's hands, and he removed them quickly to find the candles very much alit.

"Incendiluo, Incendiluo, Incendiluo," he went on like that. Soon enough the room was bright with all the candles flaring strong lights over the place.

"Congrats Harry! That was even quicker than I would have thought."

Harry released his grip on the statue's mind and looked back at his father.

"I saw a woman in one of my visions, she had red hair and punished me with a stick after I had killed a butterfly; who was she? You said my mother was killed much before."

His father looked like some one caught totally off his guard and wore a why-haven't-I-thought-of-that look but he quickly regained himself as he has done more than a few times that day.

"This is a delicate subject; you hated that woman at that time. She is not your mother but, my sister. She is married to a very affluent pureblood and now she even dismisses the fact that I am her brother, just because I lead this organisation against extremist purebloods."

"You seem to have a good grip on Legitemency and I think that this is because you have got the powers of the master of masters in the subject as I have told you before. We will practice a bit of Legitemency and when you reach at about hundred, that's the level that I expect for some of our most bitter enemy, Severus Snape. Then we will get onto Occlumency. This art is more defensive and requires much more concentration. This also has its grand master – Dumbledore. You have Voldemort's powers and his occlumency is very good but he stays a bit less strong than Dumbledore here because he never found the need to train himself very thoroughly in this subject."

Some days later

"Harry, you will always surprise me with your rapidity!" Hermione was literally strangling him with her bear hug.

"Let me breathe, I am choking," Harry managed to squeak that out but to no avail.

"Legitemency and Occlumency in three days;" Finally she let him go and panting he managed to admit.

"My dad forced me to train with almost no break. This is not a life!"

They went for a walk into the building complex. Then, they came to the laboratory. There were large glass containers and Harry was shocked when he saw what was inside. There was numerous Harries and they all seemed to get older to a near death point and then started to rejuvenate into younger Harries into baby Harries into fetal Harries and disappeared surely too small to be seen with the naked eye at the embryonic stage.

"What are these?" Harry was outraged. Hermione tried to retain him but she failed. Harry rushed into the room where all the staff looked at him warily.

"Hermione, I told you not to bring Harry here!" James was angry.

"Harry, we are designing you models for the encounter against Voldemort."

"My models, MY MODELS! THESE ARE LIVING BEING THAT YOU HAVE THERE!"

"Well Harry, we needed your clone to be sure that they do not notice anything. Your clones as you see as identical to you just to a single thing they don't have the scar. This makes you unique. You are the only one who can defeat Voldemort."

"Why did you bother to take all those DAMNED MEASUREMENTS ON ME THEN?"

"Clones can have malformations. That's why we need the measurements."

"YOU ARE SENDING ONE OF THESE CLONES TO DEATH FOR MY SAKE. WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS?"

"Harry, this is a rather delicate matter that only scientists would understand."

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THEM?"

"They will serve as sample and reservoir for potion that temporarily enables people to do rare magical feats like being a Parselmouth."

"They will serve as GUINEA PIGS."

Crash, Crash, Crash, Crash, Crash! All the glass containers exploded one after the other like in a chain reaction. The Harries were in early fetal stage and the shock from the impact of the explosion rendered there survival chance almost to zero.

"HARRY, you have just killed five human beings and these were your visa to escaping Voldemort."

Harry looked down. He had just killed five babies. He ran back into his room. A day that had started to be a good one turned out to be one of his worst days on earth. He sobbed and took all his rage and sadness onto the wall. At the end, his fists were in blood. His father finally came and ordered him to come. Harry decided that he had made enough trouble for that day and followed his father.

They started the procedure for going into the accelerated coma. His father muttered some spells as Harry go down to bed. A shower of white threads of wisps canalized themselves from James into Harry. Soon Harry was fast asleep or more appropriately in unconsciousness.

"Human Mind Interface Prototype: Virtual Training of Harry Wise – Patient number 1," Harry's own voice was resounding inside of his head. He could not see a thing but could only hear the voice of the interface and the fact that it was his voice was confusing.

"Harry Wise – entering accelerated coma state; virtual time to real time ratio equals one hundred and ninety nine decimal nine five to one; Programmer and Vision Provider: James Wise; Time required for training: Approximately forty eight thousand hours; Real Time Required: two hundred and forty hourrrrrrrrrssss; Vvvviiiirus in system riskkkkkkk of distortion of patiiiiiiientnnnt braaiin mooooorphologyyyyyy. Risk ooooooofff innnnncappaaacityyy to magiiiiiiic. Squibbbb…." The voice was no longer clear and fluid but now it was being distorted and Harry was getting really anxious and he tried to shake himself but could not do a thing. He simply did not exist physically but only mentally.

His consciousness now was part of his subconscious and he focused himself and cleared him mind like he had learned to do in Occlumency. Harry, you must hear me; Harry I am you and I know more one you than you actually know. I remember the days before the amnesia. James Wise was the one who made you lose your mind. He is not your father and not at all a good man. Do not trust him and anybody who is with him.

Harry came back to full consciousness and his father was still there crouching over him. It had been less than ten seconds that he had been unconscious. Do not trust him but act like you really do trust him.

James grabbed him by his shoulders.

"What has happened Harry? Why are you awake so quick when we were expecting you for next week?"

"The system said that there was a Virus and went berserk and I awoke." Harry went white.

"It said risk of incapacity of doing magic; Squib!" Harry was literally crying. This was not his day at all. He kills five babies and now he has maybe lost all his magic.

"Calm down Harry. This cannot be so serious. Someone of your power cannot just lose all magic like this."

"Take your wand and say 'Lumos' thinking about a light coming out of your wand."

"Lumos!" Nothing

"Lumos!" Nothing again

"LUMOS!" Nothing

Harry was angry as hot tears came out and crashed down on the floor.

"This is all because of you. You are so sure of your plans. And me, I killed five innocent replicas of myself today; I was bubbling with magic; Even without a wand I could do magic and now I am not even to do a simple spell."

He looked up at his father again. The latter was attempting to see through more carefully and calm Harry. His eyes were again transformed into the black saucers that radiated so mush power.

Do not trust him. Harry fixed these eyes unwaveringly and wished to know all that was going on inside that man's head. Why had he made him lose his mind? Then the magic began. It was one of the strangest feelings that he had ever felt. Harry felt his body become weightless he was only energy and he could see the eyes of James flick back into normal and he looked fearful if not terrified. At that moment, Harry entered James through his eyes. He was inside his mind. He was possessing him. Open your mouth James. As Harry thought of that, nothing happened. Then he thought of opening his open mouth and James mouth opened. James was Harry and Harry was seeing through James eyes. Harry wanted to recall all the events that James had done since his infancy. The memories came as if it was Harry's and he sat down and closed his eyes as the memories flashed by. He was accessing the subconscious directly. He now held all the information contained inside James as subconscious record everything since the day it was formed.

He felt powerful. James offered no resistance at all. He was possessing him entirely and power flew around him. Can I do magic now that I am James? Harry took his wand and "Lumos". A bright light erupted from the wand tip.

Let's remember more from our dear James. Memories flew again. – Harry saw through the eyes of James. A talk man was walking towards him. Suddenly, a green wisp of light flew into his chest. The man fell down and a horrible grimace was plastered on his face. "Daddy, daddy, wake up daddy! It's not funny!"

Daddy did not wake up. A wizard in a dark hood with a green skull with a snake as tongue was laughing manically. "Tell you mother that Voldemort has been sent by Dumbledore to kill the stupid muggle that your father, Lucian, was. Little step brother, I am sparing you this time but you won't always be this lucky"

Harry got up and ran towards the laughing murderer. As he threw himself onto the man, the latter disappeared out of thin air and Harry fell down hard on the jagged stone path.

Enough from that! What about the training and where is Grindelwald in that? Another lie, another reason to stop trusting James! What's my name? Let's speak my name out.

"Harry Potter"

"I am Harry Potter and not Harry Wise and what is the name of the son of Lucian?"

"Tommy Riddle"

What about the mother then? Harry was back at the same place that he was and he was sobbing over the limp body of his father. "Mother, Mother, daddy is dead!"

His mother looked shaken as she approached the dead body and began wailing and a boy of about sixteen came. Who is this? My brother, Tom. Suddenly the hooded assassin appeared again and shot two green spells into the mother and the brother. Both fell as the father had done some minutes before.

"Good boy Tommy! Do not cry. Hold your anger inside and let it loose on Dumbledore and myself when you are ready to face a certain death. I let you because you are a wizard. However, Crucio!"

Harry felt the pain although it was only a memory; Voldemort could do horrible thing with a little as memories. What do you know of Harry Potter? Harry relived all the thoughts of Tommy which recalled Harry Potter. The boy-who-lived, it was coming back to him - Savior of the wizarding world; Hogwarts; Hermione and Ron; Cedric and Sirius; battles and adventures; Dumbledore, the rightful and good leader against Voldemort; Wormtail; Tommy Riddle; the first and second obliviations; the false Hermione. All these now felt really distant. He could not even feel the grief for Sirius or his clones. His clone were after all only in the very stage of development and surely without nervous system and would not have felt any sort of pain before death.

Harry walked out of the room or more appropriately a Harry possessed Tommy walked out of the room. Towards the laboratory, the false Hermione approached him.

"Sir, the clone of Harry has been sent into the raid against Riddle's Mansion. Voldemort killed him and the news is already on the wizarding newspapers all over the world. Kingsley reports that Dumbledore is as if he had aged more than one hundred years. He is at his lowest moral point. There can be an immediate attack and I am sure that he won't offer us lot resistance." Hermione sounded horribly cheerful in her yet formal speech. She sounded like Umbridge.

Harry did not know what to answer. There was another clone and the entire wizarding world is mourning his death. He took the Quibbler.

"HARRY POTTER DEATH WRECKS THE WORLD; Who is going to stop Voldemort now?"