Chapter Eleven: Fight for Diagon Alley
The next day, Godric showed Harry something that he had hidden from Harry until he was ready: Godric's personal library. Inside were very advanced spell books, such as potion books, apparently written by Slytherin himself, and a few diaries written in a language that Harry didn't recognize.
"Godric, what are these diaries for?" asked Harry.
"Those diaries were written by my old friend Salazar Slytherin. After I defeated him, I took his diaries for fear that they would fall into the wrong hands and be a dark tool. Now Harry, I want you to study those very closely. Inside Salazar wrote about every kind of Dark Magic. You should be able to learn a lot from it, such as counter spells and the like," said Godric.
"But Godric, I can't read it," replied Harry.
"Yes, you can. It's written in Parseltongue. Just go into your mind and, just like when you were finding the door, look for the symbol of your Parselmouth abilities," instructed Godric.
Harry sat down and entered his mind. Slowly, he was able to make his way to the symbol that his mind created for his Parselmouth abilities: the boa constrictor he had freed from the zoo. Harry found that he no longer had to imagine that a snake was alive; he could talk and read Parseltongue freely. Harry began to study these books very closely, for in the books , there were ways with which he could throw off the Unforgivable Curses. He practiced them to gain better knowledge on how they worked. Also, Harry found Parsel Magic in the books. These were powerful offensive and defensive spells, such as shields and stunning spells, which only Parseltongues could use. Harry hoped that Voldemort didn't know of that kind of magic. One day, while studying his books, he received a letter from Mr. Ollivander letting him know that his wand was ready to be picked up. He apparated to the alley next to Ollivander's and changed his appearance back to the way that it was when he first entered the shop earlier in the summer.
"Ah, Mr. Dursley. Your wand is ready," said Mr. Ollivander, "or should I call you Mr. Potter?"
Thrown by Mr. Ollivander knowing who he was, he changed his hair back to black.
"How did you know?" asked a perplexed Harry.
"Well, remember the first time we met? I told you that you have your mother's eyes and you still do. Any way, it took me a long time to get your wand ready. The wood was especially difficult," said Mr. Ollivander as he handed Harry the bright red wand.
"What kind of wood did you use?" asked Harry.
"Well, you see, phoenixes live very long lives. However, when it is time for them to die, they travel to some of the hottest volcanoes in the world. When they die, a tree sprouts out of the ground on the very spot that they die. It is known as the Phoenix Tree. When I was a young lad, I was fortunate enough to gain a small amount of phoenix wood. It just so happens that that is the wood your feather chose. Incidentally, it would appear that the phoenix, from whom you procured the feather, is quite young and very powerful. This is the most powerful wand that I have ever created. I would be honored if I could study it when you are ready. I think you will do well with this wand," said Mr. Ollivander. Suddenly, the alarms from Diagon Alley went off. 'Excellent!' thought Harry, 'A real test for my new abilities and wand.'
Outside, fifteen Death Eaters were attacking people. Harry quickly used the mirror Remus had given him to alert the Order of the attack. Harry ran outside and cast the strongest Parsel shield he knew. After that, he began throwing spell after spell and watching as Death Eater after Death Eater fell. Someone in the crowd yell 'It's Harry Potter!'
"Damn, now they know who I am," Harry said to himself, "Oh well, more punishment for them when they lose."
Soon, he had force all fifteen to flee. However, Harry's troubles were just beginning. Suddenly, a Death Eater appeared holding a familiar ax.
"Macnair!" yelled Harry.
"Potter," Macnair hissed back, "I will be rewarded beyond my wildest dreams when I kill you."
"I think not," Harry said and shot the strongest stunner he knew at the Death Eater, who blocked it with his ax.
"Ha, Potter. The joke is on you, my ax has been charmed to repel all attacks," said Macnair.
"Oh, that's quite all right," Harry calmly replied, attempting to bait Macnair into attacking. 'It worked,' Harry thought to himself as Macnair charged. Macnair swung as hard an overhead swipe as he could and was very surprised to see that Harry had blocked him with a sword, Godric Gryffindor's sword at that.
"Where did you get that?" demanded Macnair.
"As the Heir of Gryffindor, I'm able to call it to my side whenever I need it," responded Harry.
Suddenly, many members of the Order of the Phoenix arrived and Macnair apparated away.
"Hello, everyone. Good to see you all again," said Harry.
"Harry, how many were there?" asked Dumbledore as he rushed towards Harry.
"Er- I think about fifteen, excluding Macnair. He showed up after I dispatched the others," responded Harry.
"You defeated them all by yourself? How?" asked Dumbledore.
"Well, throughout the summer, I've been training at my Manor. Luckily, the training has paid off. I've been training both magically and physically, as you can tell," said Harry, smiling on the inside. He was now thirty-five pounds heavier than he was at the beginning of the summer. He had grown to be over six feet tall and now had a very muscular appearance. "And, for now, I will not answer your oncoming question as to who is training me. I'll save that for later when we are alone. But now I really must be going" and apparated away, leaving his friends very stunned indeed.
As Harry returned to the Manor, he was shot in the back by a stunner. Upon awakening, Harry heard a familiar voice yell from behind him.
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" yelled John, in a very good impression of Alastor Moody, "Having fun?"
"Damn you, John. What do you think you were doing, attacking me from behind?" asked an angry Harry.
"Well, you mustn't always believe that wherever you are apparating too is always safe. Don't worry, I've had it happen to me too," chuckled John, "Well, next week, you're going back to school. So, you'll be spending this next week on your own. I suggest bringing your friends here for some Quidditch practice. Catch ya in the future." And with a wave of his wand, Harry never saw John again. Harry went over to speak to Godric.
"Godric, is there any last advice you'd like to give me?" asked Harry.
"Yes, as a matter of fact there is. Now, over the past two or four months, you have become like a son to me. Unfortunately, I don't have a physical body with which to protect you. So, I'll give two words of advice: Be careful. Danger lurks 'round every corner, the shape may change but it's always there. Good luck 'son'," said the bust.
"I'll come and visit you every now and again so that you don't get lonely," said Harry.
"Harry, I've been alone for a long time. You're the first person I've seen in almost a thousand years. The second you walk out that door, I'll be lonely," mused Godric.
"Well, thank you for every thing," said Harry.
As Harry made his way into the kitchen, he began to notice some things that were out of place, little things, such as a napkin or a piece of silver ware. "Hmm… maybe Dobby moved it there," thought Harry, "Oh, well." As Harry went to bed, he had the first nightmare he'd had in a long time…
"WHAT?!?!?! Potter defeated all of you?! How?! He was alone!!!," screamed Lord Voldemort.
"My lord, he was very powerful. He was more powerful than any I've seen since you," said Lucius Malfoy.
"Of course he powerful! I, myself, transferred my power to him!!! I should think he'd be powerful!!!" spat Lord Voldemort.
"But sir, he used magic I've never seen, not even from you," whimpered Malfoy.
"Damn it! How could Potter single handedly defeat that many Death Eaters. Either he's been taught by Dumbledore, which I highly doubt, or your just USELESS!!!" yelled Voldemort.
"Now Lucius, is your boy ready to spy on Potter during the school term?" asked Voldemort as he calmed himself.
"Yes, my lord. Draco is fully capable of keeping tabs on Potter," answered Malfoy.
"Good. Crucio!!!" cried Voldemort.