At The Crossroads

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A/N Quillian: The web address for the translator is in my profile.

Vindex: I have already thought about Harry's canon holly wand. But, that wand was meant for him as he was supposed to be the one to defeat Voldemort and being a savior of the Light. But in this story, he is the Dark Heir, so I doubt it would be really compatible with him. And no, Harry won't be undergoing any rituals.

Trunks2598: You will see what you want in this chapter. But Harry won't exactly 'win'.

Eraser: Sigh. I just realized it. (The gold wall thingie). How bout we assume it to be a golden colored wall?

Jarno: Harry won't be using his real name. It would raise too many questionable points without revealing to them that he's the Dark Heir. I mean, if Voldemort did not taken him away, how on earth would he survive a Firestorm Curse that incinerated a radius of 3 miles.

AnniePADFOOT: Ooops I forgot. The Dulling potion was to prevent recognition by any of the DE. By the time he's grown up, he need not use it anymore as there is no way anyone will relate him to Harry Potter. Thanks for pointing it out. I will try to elaborate more about Keith in the next chapter.

Huge Thanks to everyone else who have reviewed!

Now time to clear some things up.

Firstly, this IS a Powerful!Harry fic, if you cannot already tell. But no, it WILL NOT be one of those Superpower!Harry fics where where Harry is an elemental, scanner, Multimagus, Metamorphmagus, can Teleport, can do all sorts of magic with his bare hands sort of fic.

Regarding Harry's power, he is more powerful than any other wizard alive with and only with the exception of the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. However, that doesn't mean he is invincible to the rest. Other powerful witches and wizards like McGonagall and Moody might be able to beat him in a duel. (Afterall, they have more experience). But no, they isn't any student or teenager that would even match 1 of his power. (There won't be Mary Sues or other crap)

Next, Harry WILL be going to Hogwarts! I had just meant earlier that he would not go when he was 11.

Another thing. If I introduce a female character (No, not an OC, a canon one), it doesn't mean romance. Just thought I'd clear this up first. Right now, this is a no romance fic. I mean, a young dark Lord falling in love? Come on. But then again, you all will also get to vote on this. I might change my mind if there is a positive influence.

I know I haven't really been showing Harry's thoughts. There are just too many points and POVs to cover, that writing it from a neutral narrative perspective seems better. But fear not, my friends, when Harry goes to Hogwarts, you will see more of his thoughts and POVs.

Lastly, sorry if I made the Aurors look like newbies. They are supposed to be the elite. I will try to explain the reason in this chapter. Cheers.


Chapter 4: Growing Up Part 2

The next morning, Hall of Eternity, undisclosed location.

An emergency Order meeting is currently in progress in the Hall ofEternityof the Order's Headquarters, following the attack on the Head of Magical Law Enforcement's manor.

An old coot with long white beard, dressed in his usual absurdly purple flowing robes was heading the meeting.

"How are the casualties, Alastor?", Albus Dumbledore asked in a tired voice.

"We lost 68 Aurors, out of the total 190 that participated in the battle. Them bloody Death-Eaters lost about 50 men. The scums had brought a force of about 80 men", growled Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody.

"Then how is it that we lost so many Aurors if we heavily outnumbered them?", interjected Emmaline Vance in an incredulous voice.

"Severus, would you care to answer her question?"

Severus Snape nodded, and started to speak. "It is to my knowledge that the attack was planned weeks in advance, with the entire Inner Circle taking part…"

He was cut off by James Potter, an Auror captain who had missed out on the battle.

"Did we managed to catch any of them scums?"

"Of course not, you arrogant airhead, or we would be interrogating them now with Veritaserum instead of having this meeting. Why don't you use your brains for once, Potter? Oh wait, I've forgotten that you do not possess any", Snape sneered.

At this, James gave Snivellus the most vicious glare he could muster. 'Damn that greasy git', he thought.

"Now as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, it was a surprise attack. We did not possess any knowledge of the Dark Lord's plans until just before the attack would commence, when we were summoned. This seems to be the custom of the Dark Lord nowadays.

It was perhaps lucky that a battalion of Aurors were stationed there due to Mdm Bone's status, and were able to send message of the attack to the Ministry. But they were more or less unprepared.

Another thing is, the Dark Heir also took part in yesterdays battle. He was the one who donned the black mask."

"That was him? He was practically throwing Dark curses of great power!", said Moody, for once looking shocked.

At this point of time, Dumbledore entered the discussion.

"I guess then, that our chances of turning him to the Light is drastically reduced", Dumbledore said sagely.

Ever since he knew about the Dark Heir's existence, Dumbledore had been toying with the idea of getting to him and 'enlightening' him. This piece of news practically put a stopper in the plan.

'If he is already participating in attacks, no doubt he would already have been taught Dark Magic and corrupted by Tom. Now he is already posing a great danger to us', Dumbledore thought to himself.

"If this is true, Voldemort's (at this point, everyone except Moody and the Potters flinched) heir probably has great potential to be an extremely Dark and powerful wizard.

Severus, I know this is hard on you, but try to find out as much as you can regarding Tom's heir and the current extent of his power." Dumbledore concluded.

"The Dark Heir probably killed about 21 of our members. Many of them had thought he was a mere Death-Eater, or a junior who would not pose much danger. We paid the price for underestimating him", said Frank Longbottom, whom he and his wife, Alice, were Auror Captains who were involved in the battle.

"We would best be on our guards in future. Do not underestimate any of them, for not all are fools who only know how to throw around Unforgiveables",said Moody, in his perpetually growling voice.

With that, the Order meeting concluded.


3 Years Later

A fourteen year-old Harry Potter was currently taking a stroll in the heavily wooded forests that surrounded Slytherin's Lair.

Soft, comfortable velvet rays of sunlight spilled through the lush coniferous forest, enhancing its relaxing atmosphere. The fact that the forest was cradled by alpine mountain ranges only served to make it even more beautiful.

Every guard that he had passed cowered in front of him. 'Am I really that frightening?', he asked himself mentally.

'I would like to think that I look quite like a ladies man should', he thought mentally, looking amused.

Good looking he was though.

With his messy yet spiky black hair, chiseled face, and shining emerald green eyes, he could have posed as a model and no one would be suspicious. Having trained intensely both magically and physically, his body was very fit and well-toned, with muscles being slightly visible in the rare case that he wore a muggle shirt (Very rarely indeed). Harry was not exactly built like a hulking bodybuilder, but under normal circumstances, most girls should more or less be drooling at the sight of him.

Under normal circumstances…

Those who have the fortune or perhaps, misfortune, to meet him sure as hell won't be in the mood to appreciate his good looks. Besides, his face was perpetually shrouded in a black hood showing nothing but an endless black void.

Along with it were his customary midnight black robes, emblazoned with the crest of a Basilisk, and armored in his usual light-and-flexible Manticore carapace("offers best protection against magical and physical attacks") and dragonhide pads and boots.

All in all, he presented a lethal and extremely terrifying image rivaling that of the Dementors. (Think the Black Riders or Nazgul of FotR in LotR for how he looks like. That's was I based it on.)

Since this day three years ago, where he had taken part in his first Death-Eater raid, Harry had since participated in more than 200 attacks all throughout Britain.

His enemies, every single one of the Light (At the thought of this, his face hardened and his eyes grew extremely cold) knew him as either the Dark Lord's Heir or for those who had the luck to meet him and survive the encounter, the 'Spectre'.

Harry could not resist a smirk at his nickname. He supposed that he probably looked like a spectre of death to whoever whom had sighted or was fighting him.

No one except the Death-Eaters (he did not bother to hide his face from the already) knew how he really looked like.

'Oh well. If they want to think of me as a Death bringer and scare themselves shitless, its not my fault', he thought to himself.

Death Bringer, another less common nickname of his, though Harry wasn't aware of it.

A bringer of death he was though, for Harry was cold and merciless when dealing with anyone who had the audacity to stand against him.

Harry never intentionally killed anyone neutral or innocent though, especially if they were children.

'I can never for the life of me understand how and why most of those monkey-assed buffoons seem to derive pleasure from slaughtering and torturing the innocent people when they could be putting that effort to good use in slaying the infernal and pesky Aurors or Order members.'

Tom had questioned him on this matter before, but he had always waved it with a 'I-could-not-care-less' speech of "Why should I spend my energy and time killing those useless fools which can do me no harm when I could be fighting Aurors or carrying out my aims?".

The Light seemed to be losing strength year by year though. Death-Eater ranks had since swelled to more than three thousand followers. (At least one sixth of them joined out of fear, or less uncommonly, under the Imperius Curse.) Though the ministry usually managed to repel the attacks, their valiant efforts are slowly but steadily proving fruitless.

The Dark Lord's sphere of influence is not just contained to Britain. Sleeper cells and bases had sprung up in France, Germany, Italy and an assortment of East European countries, especially Bulgaria and the City of Eternal Darkness, Transylvania (Land of some of the Dark Lord's staunchest allies, the Vampires).

Though the Magical governments had so far managed to contain them from being a major threat.

Harry smiled. In time, he would show the Light side and the world who he really is and what he is capable of. 'I will show the useless fools that are my parents (he spat out this word in disgust) and the Order the mistake of neglecting me and leaving me to die. And they would not live to see another day after that', he thought hatefully.

With that, Harry started to walk back to the Lair slowly while enjoying the panoramic view, ready to begin his next lesson with Tom.


Once stepping into the private chambers of the Dark Lord, Harry instinctively sidestepped as a scarlet jet of light zoomed past him and headed out through the open doors. Tom was right.

After fourteen years of trying to curse Harry with the Cruciatus, avoiding it became second nature to him. If Moody could see Harry, the paranoid Auror would be extremely proud of his reflexes.

However, Lord Voldemort was not done.

Without any prior warning, the Dark Lord slammed the full might of his Legilimency trained mental prowess onto Harry's unsuspecting mind.

Harry was stunned for a few seconds, watching as his memories swam past him in his head, before gaining his composure and successfully repulsing the Dark lord from his mind.

"You will have to be quicker in future", came Voldemort's voice, as usual colder than the North Wind.

"You gave no warning of such a forceful attack, Tom", Harry said in the drawling voice which he always used when speaking with Voldemort.

Yes, Voldemort. One would think Harry has a death wish for constantly trying to annoy the Dark Lord. Harry though, could hardly care less.

Voldemort merely narrowed his blood-red slits at Harry and continued, "I would doubt that Albus Dumbledore would give you time to bring up your mental defenses before striking."

Harry had nothing to say to this so he merely kept his trap shut.

"Today, I want you to learn about some of the most advanced Magical fires that are used in various curses, be it Light or Dark.

Normally, one, especially those raised and taught the narrow-minded way, would associate fire as a an orange colored burning entity, or those useless disgusting pale blue flames that they call 'Magical fire'. Magical indeed (at this Voldemort gave a sneer), when they are in fact useless.

What you must know is that there are many kinds of flames and fires. They can be easily identified by their color by anyone who has the knowledge.

Besides the orange colored standard fire, used in most Burning or Incendiary curses, we have one which is a ruby red in color. That kind of fire produces the hottest, most scorching flames in existence. When it burns, it burns through nearly anything, even the earth.

The downside would be it lasts only a short time.

Next, you have a deep blue colored one. While not producing a flame as blazingly hot as the first, it is no less deadly. This type of fire produces flames that cling on to whatever objects or structures they have been cast on, and is corrosive.

It would just eat and melt through anything it comes into contact with.

The last kind of fire has flames of the deepest shade of black imaginable. It is the most destructive of all kinds of magical fire. Not only does it produce heat that is second only to the ruby red one; depending on the curse that utilizes it, its flames would spread in various directions at high speeds.

Once again depending on the spell casted, it can easily lay to waste an area of a huge radius."

"That's what the Firestorm Curse utilized?", interjected Harry.

"Yes. It seems that you remember it well.

It would also do you well to know that unlike the standard kind of fire, these magical fires will not have their heat and special 'properties' negated by any simple Flame-Freezing Charm.

What I want you to do, is to find out every single spells and curses, or magical attacks, that utilize these sort of magical fires, and master them. You have 3 months time. I will be testing you after that period of time elapses."

It might seem impossible to most witches or wizards, but Harry had to be thankful. His workload this time can be considered very light.

'Tom must be giving me a break'.

They had worked on a dubious branch of magic- Dark Transfiguration, for the past 5 months and it was hell on Harry.

Dark Transfiguration was (at least to the Ministry) Transfiguration used in a way meant to harm people ("and should be discouraged", according to Cornelius Fudge).

It is not banned because only very powerful wizards, or those very proficient at the art of Transfiguration (Eg. McGonagall) would even think of learning it.

It is basically the transfiguration of anything available to the user, even thin air, into objects or creatures to be served as a weapon to kill an enemy.

Attacks by those proficient in these arts seldom leave survivors. What makes it most difficult is any one of the elements are always involved in this branch of Transfiguration.

5 months. That's the time it took Harry to master the art. Most who even think of attempting take at least a year or two. Then again, it maybe Voldemort's vast knowledge about the subject (not to mention his slave-driving way of teaching).

Harry had to admit, Tom, aside from Dumbledore maybe, probably possess the largest knowledge of all spells, hexes, curses and magical Arts and attacks. And that's besides his own extreme power.

Then again, Tom Marvolo Riddle is not the greatest and brightest student to ever pass through the Halls of Hogwarts, since the time of the Founders, for nothing.

Harry had read all about Voldemort, from the day Tom was born to his childhood, and to his position now as one of the greatest Dark Wizards ever, even if the latter is not aware of it.

Since the day he met Tom, he had scoured every single book that mentioned the Dark Lord. He had even read, to his embarrassment despite his love for reading, "Hogwarts, A History".

'Though I will be damned if anyone finds that out', he mentally snickered.


4 Months Later

In the cavernous ornately decorated Meeting Hall of Slytherin's Lair, a group of 30 wizards and witches, clad in twilight robes and pearly white masks, together with one of the most evil wizards in existence and his young protégé (and heir), were currently convening to plan their next attack.

Harry was going through with the rest, of the intricate details of what would be their biggest assault yet. He was currently giving his 'opening speech' to the rest convened.

"In one weeks time, we will take 500 of our followers to invade Aylesbury (I forgot the exact location) where the Quidditch World Cup is to be held.

Those idiots at the Ministry are trying to test our patience, having the audacity to stage such a mass event in front of our noses. They will not go unpunished for that.

There will be an estimated one hundred thousand spectators present at the event. According to our spy in Auror Headquarters, eight hundred of them pesky idiots will be there, along with approximately 150 Order members.

They feel quite confident of their security, but we will show them the error of their ways. We have not achieved any major success in our raids and attacks before, let this upcoming one be our first!",Harry finished before cheers rang through the cavern, slightly fanatic looks in some of the Inner Circle's faces.

An attack on the upcoming Quidditch World Cup had been something both Tom and Harry had been toying with in their minds quite a number of months ago.

Both had initially thought that it would be cancelled as it would pose such a big risk to the Ministry.

'I guess they are either completely cracked or just really too cocky. Nevermind, if they want to have a massacre on their hands, its fine with me, the fools', Harry thought.

"Malfoy, you will take with you Avery, Zabini, Clayton, Greengrass , Rookwood, and 100 other Death-Eaters. You will take the North Side of the stadium.

Dolohov, you take Jugson, Devereux, Nikolai, Joseph, Sett and another 100 Death-Eaters. Assault the East Side of the compound.

Mulciber, take with you Zephius, Sanders, Clavian, Flint, Smith and another hundred followers. West Side.

Rudolphus, you take Bella, Rabastan, Anton, Orion, Evan (no relations to the Evans family) and another hundred men. South Side.

Romulus, you will take the rest and the last hundred. It will be your job to hold off any incoming Aurors or Hit Wizards and cover the rest.

Those teams taking the different sides of the compound, take note to get rid of any opposition first. You can save your 'fun' later.

Harry here will overall be in command of the entire attack. You will all obey his orders, especially when he summons anyone of you.

I will, of course, be on the scene of battle, to survey how competent my servants are. And I better not be disappointed", Voldemort finished his speech with a threat.

The Dark Lord had assigned Harry a specific mission, one that was the crux of this operation.

He is to take out as many high ranking Ministry officials as possible, especially Cornelius Fudge and Amelia Bones, who would no doubt all be at the World Cup.

Even now, what with near daily raids and attacks, most live in fear, but still retain hope and confidence in the accursed Ministry and the Order.

Wrecking havoc at a massive event in which's security the Ministry had prided themselves on and had full confidence in, and most importantly, the deaths of the Minister for Magic and other high-ranking officials would not doubt cause the Wizarding Community to plunge into chaos, to cause the people to lose all hope in their government.

The damage would be irrevocable, no matter what the attempts Dumbledore and the Order would have in rebuilding and regrouping their Ministry.

The only thing standing in their way would be Dumbledore and his Order, once the Ministry is put out of action.

However, without the beleaguered Ministry, the Order would be powerless to resist the Dark Lord's advances.

And then, Harry grinned, he would have his revenge.


One Week Later

The scene around him was full of chaos. It had barely been more than twenty minutes after the Prize Presentation Ceremony of the Quidditch World Cup when huge novas of blue light flashed in all directions around the stadium, signifying the Portkeying of a seemingly endless number of Death Eaters.

James Potter, one of the Aurors on duty tonight, knew that this event presented a big risk, what with the threat of the Dark Lord looming all over Britain, but did not expect Voldemort to actually have the guts to carry out the attack.

The number of multi-colored jets of light currently being flung all around would have put a rainbow to shame.

James hastily avoided a purple colored Organ Decaying Curse sent his way and retaliated, blasting the Death Eater off his feet with a strong Banishing Curse.

"Crucio", he heard a Death Eater cast.

Prongs had to roll away quickly, watching as the crimson colored curse punched a sizzling crater in the concrete.

The air was suddenly filled with so much magic flowing in it that it was almost palpable. Then there was a loud rushing sound, and a huge wave of magic emanated around the stadium.

Apparently, someone had torn down the wards painstakingly setup by the Ministry.

With a single 'whoosh', Lord Voldemort apparated to the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

The Dark Lord simply turned and settled his gaze on James before sweeping his wand forward.

James' mind seem to have been detached from his body, seeing countless streams of silver arrow-like light flash towards him…

He barely noted himself erecting a glowing blue shield, pulsing with energy.

To his extreme horror, the 'flashes' of silver light suddenly solidified into long arrow-like slices of metal that passed through the magical shield with ease and sliced into his body.

All James knew after that was someone grabbing him and apparating before he fell into the blackness.


Harry apparated onto a small clearing in front of a heavily wooded area of land, which was currently a half mile away from the stadium.

The screams of terror and agony, no doubt coming from the countless numbers of spectators could be heard from the vicinity. The smell of death was almost palpable, as though it is hanging in the air like an invisible fog.

The amount of flashes and jets of lights was unbelievable and even Harry here, could see it clearly.

'Good. I hope the Aurors and Order members are getting their asses thrashed', he thought.

Harry had been searching for a group of people, no, more exactly, a group of high ranking officials and the dear Minister himself, for quite some time. They seem to have fled, which was not surprising, especially for Fudge, the coward that he is.

'But I know it is impossible to apparate in and out of the stadium. They're here somewhere'

Harry apparated to the other end of the wooded area, and was greeted by a plethora of sounds. He turned, looked, and sighed.

In front of him were Death-Eaters, and four teenagers about his age. It didn't take a genius to work out what the Death Eaters were doing.

One of the boys, a lanky one with red hair, was currently screaming his hearts out as he was being held under the Cruciatus.

The other, also a redhead but had one in messy tufts and was a much deeper shade instead of the flaming red of the previous boy, was desperately trying to duck spells coming from 3 Death Eaters and fighting back, though without much effect. (Harry snorted, the boy was using the Disarming Charm. The Disarming Charm ! Hadn't he heard of sticking spells on wands?)

One of the girls, who had chocolate brown eyes, brown wavy hair that looked slightly frazzled, was sobbing softly, in the process of getting her shirt ripped off.

The other had exotic features of an Asian, with shining obsidian eyes and smooth raven hair that flowed down her back in a curtain.

Harry should think she too, isn't feeling any much happier or less scared than the previous, as two Death Eaters were lumbering towards her, as she cowered into tree behind her, both having looks of lust in their eyes.

'When will they ever learn…'

"Enough!", he commanded in a cold voice.

Most of them, upon seeing him, cowered and started to grovel.

"M-My Young Lord, what can we,your lowly servants do for you"

One though, either had not heard him or pretended not too. It doesn't matter, Harry do not have the time to punish insolence.

"Avada Kedavra"

The Death Eater in the process of raping the brown haired girl slumped down dead.

"Useless fools, the lot of you are. You should all be helping fight off the aurors instead of having 'fun' over here"

"My Young Lord, w-we beg f-for your m-mercy"

Harry reached out for his left arm and pressed his mark, concentrating for a moment.

A few seconds later, two 'pop' sounds signified the arrival of Rudolphus Lestrange and Romulus Lupin.

He turned to the remaining Death Eaters and commanded, "Apparate back to the scene and help out in the fight, if you know what's good for you", ending with a cryptic tone. There was an immediate sound of 'crack's signifying their Disapparation.

Harry looked up at the clear night sky, thought for a moment, then raised his wand and shouted, "MORSMORDRE".

There was a green rush of pure evil and darkness, which sped through his wand and into the night sky, unmistakably forming the Dark Mark, a huge symbol of a skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth, which stood as a bright contrast to the dark sky.

Harry then turned to the two Death Eaters he trusted the most.


"Rudolphus, Romulus, you will come with me. We have a group of cowards to track down."

Harry, finally remembering about the 4 teenagers, turned to them, all of whom had looks of unmistakable terror on their faces upon realizing that it was the Dark Heir, who had came onto the scene.

"Leave now if you do not want to end up dead."

They stared for a few seconds, then started to run to Harry's left.

No sooner had they covered 10 feet when there was a long series of 'pops' to his right.

Around 20 ministry officials had apparated to the scene, no doubt here to investigate the casting of the Dark Mark.

One of them saw the kids and shouted, "Ron! Hermione, Keith (There was only a slight flicker of emotion in Harry's eyes at this), Cho? What are you all doing here!"

Harry was, however, inwardly celebrating.

'How convenient of them to bring themselves to me'

The large group then seemed to notice Harry for the first time, horror dawning on their faces.

They drew their wands and shouted as one, "STUPEFY".

Twenty jets of scarlet red light shot towards Harry, who merely lazily twirled his wand, causing all the spells to deflect away in different directions into the woods beyond.

"You fools! Do you seriously think yourself capable or worthy of fighting me? I will show you the meaning of power", Harry said in a glacier tone.

With that, Harry flicked his wand and held it up high, transfiguring it into a long flaming sword. (He then smirked as some of them started to tremble)

Harry sweeped his wand, now transfigured as a sword down.

A huge wall of blazing ruby-red fire erupted in the middle of the group, incinerating those of who had not anticipated the attack and did not apparate away.

Most of them apparated a short distance away and started to return curses. (Harry was disgusted to see Fudge trying to hide behind a few wizards).

He turned towards Bartemious Crouch, the only one among them with any power whatsoever, and thrust his wand (he had Transfigured it back) forward. A frosty cold stream of mist shot forward, and had penetrated halfway through Crouch's body, before solidifying into a huge icy cone. Needless to say, Crouch fell down dead, body nearly split in two.

Hermione Granger watched in horror as the battle, no scratch that, one-sided massacre took place. For once, the know-it-all found that she could not fathom a person. The heir of You-Know-Who had more or less saved her from losing her virginity (in the most horrible way), and had actually spared their lives.

Yet he was now butchering those wizards with glee in his eyes. She wanted to scream out a warning as the Dark Heir made a downward slashing movement with his wand, and a long diagonal purple streak of flame shot out towards Amelia Bones and a few other wizards, slicing right through them, effectively mutilating them.

'Just one more… Fudge.'

Our dear Minister, seeing a lot of wounded or dead bodies around him, was about to apparate away when Harry flicked his wand, a thin whip of deep blue flame emanating from his wand, which wrapped around Fudge, who started to scream and writh in extreme pain, as the whip of corrosive fire burned and ate into him.

It was then that Harry felt an oncoming presence of probably a very powerful wizard.

Sure enough, strolling past the four teens, as calmly as though he was taking a walk in the park was Albus Dumbledore, along with Charms Professor and Duelling extraordinaire Filius Flitwick, and Transfiguration Professor Minerva McGonagall.

The old man, whom Harry had recognized since he was 5, turned his eyes from the scene onto Harry. Said eyes were not twinkling, but were cold and icy like a pair of diamonds.

"I would presume you to be Tom's heir", Dumbledore said, voice as calm as a still lake.

"Call me Harry. Don't want to see you die without knowing nothing more than my nickname", Harry replied in a jeering tone.

"Cockiness would be your downfall, young man"

'Seriously, Dumbledore may well be speaking to a student', Harry thought to himself.

Moving at a speed so fast Harry barely noticed, Dumbledore drew his wand and flicked it, a blindingly bright pillar of white light shooting out towards Harry, who had to conjure a gray dome of energy, with a serpent symbol in the front, to absorb the spell. The shield had barely held.

Harry gave a wave of his wand, causing the air to literally 'explode' with a barrage of different curses of all colors and varieties, which zoomed towards a shocked Dumbledore.

To say Dumbledore was shocked would be an understatement.

'The boy has actually managed to Multi-Cast!', he thought to himself.

Multi-Casting is the art of linking several spells together, to launch them at one go. One had to possess a huge amount of power, as well as to effectively 'visualize' the effects of the spells, in order to pull it off.

But Dumbledore was not alone. Flitwick, McGonagall and Hermione (the only student who has read about Multi-Casting) all were staring at him with semi-horror and outmost shock.

Dumbledore quickly reacted, twirling his wand, causing most of the spells to just vanish, and avoiding the rest. He then waved his wand in a circle.

Harry had to thrust his wand at the ground, conjuring up a sphere of stormy dark energy as a huge bright ring of light encircled him, before closing in, threatening to bind and deplete all of his magical reserves. Harry recognized it as one of the rarest and most strongest of all Binding Spells.

Harry then slashed his wand towards Dumbledore, a huge pale blue lance of light shooting towards the old coot, sizzling and shimmering the air as it went, as a sign of its power and destructive force.

Dumbledore then raised his wand, and brought it down abruptly, as a bright shield that seemed to be made out of pure light formed around him.

The curse collided with it, sending ripples of energy emanating outwards.

'Arrgh. I can't believe it. I would not beat Dumbledore this way', he thought to himself.

Harry then flicked his wand, the same whip of blue fire that had rid the world of a bumbling idiot appeared again, before lashing it forward at Dumbledore, who waved his wand, causing a glassy looking dome to encircle him.

The fiery whip wrapped around the dome, but had no way of penetrating through it.

Harry then pulled the whip back, and swung it at Albus again, as if he was trying for another shot.

However, in mid-arc, Harry gave another flick of his wand, transfiguring the thin line of fire into a metallic one with spikes all over, pulses of electricity flowing through it.

The spikes then detached themselves and launched towards Dumbledore at the end of the whip's trajectory, easily penetrating the transparent dome, some of them driving into Dumbledore.

If the old man felt any pain at being struck by the electrified spikes, he certainly covered it up well. In one fluid motion, he dispelled the shield and shot a pulsing golden beam of light at Harry, who was caught unsuspected.

The beam blasted Harry off his feet, landing him in front of a bush.

Harry gingerly got up, a sharp pain in his chest which meant broken ribs. He was bruised just about all over from that stunning blow.

Rudolphus and Romulus, who had previously watched with morbid fascination Harry's duel, now turned towards Dumbledore, wands raised with glowing tips.

"Stop. Our job is done anyway. Let's go", Harry said, before the trio apparated back to the Lair.

It had been a long day.


Ahhh, finally finished! 5800 words, my longest yet.

Time to clear up some things:

The metal slices and electrified spikes were able to penetrate James and Dumbledore's (respectively) shields, as those were strong ones meant for protection against magical attacks and were useless against physical objects.

What the hell? Dumbledore is the man. Harry should not even be able to put a scratch on him!

Power is not everything. Though Dumbledore IS the man, Harry isn't any weakling either. He used his cunning to be able to 'hurt' Albus.

Oh great! Is this going to be some sappy Harry/Cho crap?

No! I already said that I have currently no thought of romance. I just like Cho's character. She will prolly be one of his 'friends' when he goes to Hogwarts, along with Hermione. (Ron and Keith I doubt so). Dunno why everyone hates Cho. (shrugs)

Is James dead?

No. Its far too early anyway. And neither is Arthur Weasley. Harry only targetted the high ranking officials. The rest he did not really give a damn.

Everyone please REVIEW!

I hope to hit the 100-review mark before posting the next chapter. Please help guys. Reviews give me the motivation to write and review faster. Also, it helps me understand how you all are thinking of the story.

Voting time! Your votes will not necessary make my decision, but will influence it greatly.

Which House should Harry be in? (Choice of Slytherin or Ravenclaw, which would make a twist. Besides, Harry is intelligent and has a thirst for knowledge.)

Which House should Keith be in? (Any of the four houses)

Should there be any romance? (At the most, it will be very slight. And it will not be slash or Harry/Ginny, urgh)

Should Harry be an Animagus? (Creature still undecided, but it must be a dark creature/animal if Yes :P)

Lastly, should Harry go over the Light, or continue to embrace the Dark?