Chapter 3
"What the fuck?" questioned Harry in disbelief. "How dare you! How dare you wear that face in front of me!" he yelled. "James, what are you waiting for get the hell out of here!" he called over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the group of wizards standing infront of him. They all had their wands trained on him.
"They're not working. What's happening? Dad?" cried Orion. "Why aren't they working?" he said frantically.
Harry faced the Albus lookalike, and said, "Who the hell do you think you are coming into my house, looking like that. How dare you dishonour Albus Dumbledore? He was the greatest wizard who ever lived, my friend, mentor. He couldn't fight me, even old mouldypants couldn't kill me. Do really think you have any chance of getting out of here without, at least, several broken bones?" he questioned, his voice growing steadily louder and firmer.
"Now, as I'm feeling in a good mood, I'll make you a deal. Turn around, clear out, and feel free to let the door hit your arse on the way out!"
"Oh, come on; just beat 'em up Dad. Come on, you could take 'em easy!" cajoled Steven.
Harry called over his shoulder, "Stay out of this Steven and just keep quiet. You remember what I taught you? Good, do it." And with that, the three eldest children started slowing rearranging themselves so that they were blocking Lucy, Rachel and Daniel from the view of the wizards in the room.
"Everyone stay where they are" came the firm voice of Albus, who had been paying close attention to the group in front of him.
Albus had been fire called just minutes ago, by Richard Potter, the current head of magical law enforcement in the ministry of magic. He said that something was happening at his home, and to get there as soon as possible.
When he arrived he saw a flash of golden light and 7 bodies appeared. There were 6 children, and 1 man. Albus could sense an immense amount of power from this person, and was intrigued by the play of emotions that came across the young mans face when he saw Albus. Now, he was obviously the children's father, and Albus could see through disguises, and these people were wearing no disillusion charms. So the question was, why does the man look so much like Richard and James Potter, the newly appointed head boy at Hogwarts, and how does he know me?
"What is your name?" asked Dumbledore firmly. He wasn't sure whether to trust this stranger. Generally he gave people the benefit of the doubt, but there was something unsettling about this man.
""Excuse me? You're asking for my name!" said Harry incredulously. "You're the one trespassing in my home buddy. What's your name?" he retaliated.
"He is Albus Dumbledore you idiot, and this is not your home. It's mine! Now answer the bloody question" cut in a tall man with out of control jet black hair.
"Watch your language around the kids, thank you very much" answered Harry. "Look, I'm getting annoyed. I'm going give you to the count of 3 to get out, and then I'm gonna start hexing." He said irritably.
"3…"
He looked at Albus dead in the eye, and tried to enter his mind through leglimens. He came across a barrier. Albus was shocked; the young man had just tried to use leglimens on him. Leglimensy was a very obscure part of magic, and not many wizards had the will and strength to master it.
"2….."
They kept their eyes locked, while the group of wizards looked on, getting ready for a quick stunner, then carting off the man in front to St. Mungos psychiatric ward. Meanwhile, Harry's children were watching, getting ready to duck out of the way. They knew the men facing them would underestimate their father. People always did. James was looking forward to seeing some real action.
"1……………………….Fine, have it your way!" Harry said slowly.
He instantly fired off a stunner at the auror on the far left and jumped into a forward roll, missing 3 simultaneous stunners sent at him by the wizards on his right. He came up and went into battle mode, firing hexes and curses at everything that moved, and ducking every curse sent his way. He soon managed to disarm or stun everyone in the room but the Albus look alike.
"Oh, goodie, I was hoping to get a good chance with you" he said darkly. "Kids, cover your eyes" he called over his shoulder.
He began a breathtaking duel with Dumbledore. They were firing and blocking spells so fast it was impossible to see the individual movements. The incantations bled together so no one could tell what spells were being used. One thing that was obvious to them all though, was that these were two very skilled and powerful wizards.
"Son of a !" Harry narrowly missed a obscuring charm. He stopped firing spells, and chose to dodge them for a moment. He needed to think. He needed to get the kids out of there. What was going on? This Albus impostor was able to keep up with him. How? The real Dumbledore and Voldemort were the only one who could ever meet Harry in his duelling abilities. He couldn't tell for sure, but he knew that this man wasn't evil. For starters, he was yet to fire any spells that could even be considered dark. In addition, he had a pulsing white aura. Only good people had this. However, all these clues were lost on Harry. He just couldn't believe the audacity of this person to take on the identity of Albus Dumbledore. Harry and Albus grew very close in his final years at Hogwarts, and Harry became his protégé; Albus became like a grandfather to Harry, and Harry was there when he died. Harry held his hand as Albus Dumbledore, the most respected and wisest wizard for thousands of years, released his last breath.
He snapped out of his musings as he was hit by the cutting curse from behind. "What the-" he began, turning around to see his children being subdued by masked wizards in black cloaks and white masks. Death eaters. But, they were all gone. Weren't they? He didn't pause to find out, and instead quickly stunned the Dumbledore impersonator, and went to help his children. James was doing an okay job of holding off some of the death eaters. He was firing and dodging spells, just like Harry had taught him.
"OI. Get the hell away from them!" Harry shouted at the group of death eaters. He threw a leg-locking curse at the one holding Rachel. The masked man fell to the ground, where upon Rachel and Lucy, carrying Daniel, ran to Harry, hugging him tight.
"It's okay sweetie. Everything's going to be fine. Uncle Ron's on his way with help. I've got to go and help your brothers now" he said to them, before letting go and swiftly moving to take over the fight between Orion and Steven double teaming a death eater, and throwing chairs and ornaments at him. James was in the corner duelling two death eaters at the same time, he was holding up okay. He quickly took care of the death eater with a simple stunner, and sent the twins over to their sisters and younger brother. Then he finally went to help out James, "Need a hand?" he asked conversationally
"Oh, no, I'm doing just" he stunned one of the death eaters and punched out the other, "-fine" he let out a breath, "is that it?" he asked before getting hit from petrificus totalus by one of the remaining death eaters. They had gathered in the middle of the room, looking at the stunned aurors and Dumbledore. One of them, apparently the leader looked at Harry and said in disbelief, "You managed to do all this?" at Harry's sneer he carried on pompously, "You should join us. You have power, but the Dark Lord could give you more"
"Are you kidding me?" Harry said in disbelief. "Are you the dumbest death eater that ever lived, or am I on candid camera?" he said looking around. "Could we just get back to the me kicking your arse, unless you'd prefer for the children to carry on with that" he mocked.
This enraged the death eater, and he fired a crucio at him, which Harry easily dodged.
"Oooh, you're hurting my feelings. Don't you love me any more?" Harry teased. He began another duel with the entire group of 12 death eaters. This time it was different though, as the death eaters fought dirty, and weren't afraid to use unforgivables.
Harry was beginning to tire, when suddenly his concentration was pulled from the fight by the scream of Rachel as the wizards who he had earlier stunned, recovered, and tried to grab her and the others. All it took was a split second though, and he was hit by three simultaneous crucios. Harry fell to the floor in agony. It felt like white hot knives slicing every inch of his skin. He let out a blood-chilling scream.
Lucy began to panic, and felt a surge of terror run through her. Something began clawing its way through her body, and erupted in flames out of her hands, directed towards the death eaters. They fell to the ground, on fire and rolled around trying to put out the flames. The surrounding wizards were awe struck; the girl was a fire elemental! Lucy however, was terrified. What was happening? She began sobbing hysterically. James tried to console her, but was shot back by another blast of fire. The death eaters quickly apparated out.
Harry rolled over onto his hands and knees, and crawled over to her, every movement felt like agony,
"Lucy, its okay. Everything's okay now sweetie, the bad men are gone" his voice was raspy from the screaming, "It's over. Come on daddy's not gonna let anyone hurt you. You're safe. Trust me." He begged of her, trying to get her to calm down. He approached her and grabbed her, hugging her tight, tucking her small head under his chin. "shhh, I've got you now. I've got you" he whispered. He carried on rocking her gently until she had calmed when he handed her to James and said "take care of her"
He stood up and walked unsteadily towards the wizards from earlier, where Dumbledore had resumed his place at the lead. Clutching his wand he said to him,
"Do whatever you want with me, but please, I beg you, let them go. They're only children" he asked imploringly. He hoped his suspicion that they weren't evil was true.
Dumbledore nodded, and said, "You aren't dark, that much I can tell. But who are you, and why are you here?"
"I think we covered that earlier." Harry replied, each word taking a lot of effort. "This is my house, Potter Manor. I am Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the-man-who-conquered, yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah. Come on, everyone knows this." Harry paused and had a sudden epiphany. "Now answer my question. What year is this?" Harry had a niggling suspicion.
"1977" came the answer.
"Bugger" and with that Harry, collapsed.
