Disclaimer: Me? Own Harry Potter and Naruto? Yeah, right. I just hate it when you throw the fact to my face.
Author's note: I don't have anything to say currently
Chapter EightHarry sighed. It has been a week since he was shipped off to Sirius' home. Hermione arrived there 3 days ago and with her he raided the library much to Ron's disgust and her pleasure. He had since 5 days ago put off his glasses and when they asked about it his answer was contact lens. Though actually he didn't wear it because his eyes have been corrected when Ashura awakened.
Snape reported that Voldemort was very furious. Their search of the murderer met dead end. Draco Malfoy still couldn't be asked and Harry wondered whether the young Malfoy would come back to school. He didn't mean to make him trauma like that, but maybe his parents' body and blood sight was too much for him. Not that he cared of course, the git deserved it.
There was no more attack from Voldemort maybe he was busy with rearranging his followers who was in disarray and fear of the murderer, him, but little ol' Tom didn't know about that little fact, much to his pleasure. He frowned when the ministry and the order didn't use this chance to diminish the dark lord's power. Were they waiting for him to save their ass? Not a chance he would do that to these losers. He has done his part with killing those people. He rejected being a weapon for them. He was the head of ninetails clan and no one could control him, especially those humans. He scowled earning a glance from Hermione.
"What is it, Harry?"
"Nothing, Mione," her glare was saying, 'yeah, right'. "Just wondering why no one use this chance to give a serious blow to Voldemort," she flinched. "Man…it is only a name. And a pseudonym at that."
"I know Harry, but some habit never die."
"Since when did you make flinching at his name a habit?"
She grumbled and smacked the back of his head when he laughed. "Now that you say it, I wonder about that too. I mean right now is the perfect chance but they just throw it away."
"I bet they want me to do their dirty job."
"Harry!" she admonished her friend.
"What? You know I'm right, Mione. Admit it! The old coot only using me as his weapon and so do the others. They would even send me to hell if that is a way to kill him. And even though they haven't done it, they already did it in another way which was didn't trust me and insult my mentality. Bunch of cowards, they were. I honestly don't know what possessed me to protect those people." He crossed his hand in his chest. "Beside you have heard of the prophecy from me. There was a sentence that only one of us will survive, me or Tom."
His friend sighed. It was true. She and Ron plus the twins have heard it from him 2 days ago. And their opinion about Dumbledore has dropped from heaven to hell because of that. "Maybe we need to go to Lupin about it." They stood up from their seat and exited the library which held great knowledge they would needed for the upcoming war.
They found their former DADA teacher in the kitchen. "Remus we need to talk," the werewolf gave a glance. Remus has insisted of them to call him that.
"About?"
"Why the order didn't do something to Voldemort when his army was weakened?" Harry asked bluntly.
"Well, we need to gather information first and there is the war preparation."
Harry scowled. "When you haven't even finished with those things, Voldemort will be ready to strike us. I bet he gathers army from the dark creatures to fill the gap in his army and that will be much dangerous than his human army. You know what? I think that renegade group did a remarkable job in pissing off Tom and diminishing his army."
"But we can't just kill them!"
"Yes, you can. Just throw out the useless law to the window and be done with it. We don't need to prolong the war. And I say screw with ministry."
Hermione's eyes widened at her friend to suggest such a thing. He wasn't acting like Harry she always knew. "Killing? But Harry—"
"This is a war even though it is not an open war yet. But if we don't end this soon there would be more causality. An if all of you don't want to do it, I will!"
"What?" both chorused, disbelieved at what they just heard.
"You heard me. I will hunt those death eaters down."
"But you don't like killing!" she exclaimed.
Afraid that you're wrong, Mione. I am afterall a demon. "Not anymore. I will revenge my parents, Sirius, and Cedric," both gaped at his saying. "And I have to kill Voldemort in the end, so why don't kill his lackeys too? It will be much easier without his followers protect him."
"Are you crazy?" Remus shouted.
"Maybe I am," the werewolf and the girl facefaulted. They didn't expect him to answer with that reply.
"Harry, if you are drove by your revenge you could be turned into another dark lord."
I am already a dark lord, Moony. Or a demon lord…pick your choice. "I won't"
"How you could be sure?"
"Because I hate slaves, paperworks, and I don't like cowards to worship me in fear. And it will be boring. I don't need anyone to do my own job."
"You speak like you've undergone it yourself," his friend pointed out.
"I have. Incase you don't know, I'm the head of Potter and Black family now. I have been in correspondence with the goblins discussing about the properties. And I'd say it made me dizzy and absolutely boring." Both of them couldn't say anything. "Oh, right. Before I forget, Sirius asked me to give you a house and money for you to spend. Now where did I put those documents?" he was gone leaving both of them before Remus could say anything.
"Ah, here they are. Choose one of them. I recommend you taking a house in Hawaii, I heard the beach is beautiful there," he said after came back with a stack of paper.
"Harry, I can't!"
"Yes, you can. And it was Sirius' will. You want him to be happy, right? Now this is your chance."
After a moment of silence, Remus gave up. "Allright, I will have it," he heaved a sigh. Harry smiled genuinely.
"Good." Remus took Harry's recommendation about the house in Hawaii. Harry sent a letter to the goblins to give Remus two thousand galleons each year from his vault. That would be more than enough for him to live happily. "And, Moony…use the money, okay? Don't just dump it in the corner of your vault." With that he grabbed Hermione's hand and leaved him alone to search for Ron.
"Hey, Harry! Want to play quidditch? " Ron shouted. "It's three on three, me, the twins, Charlie, and Bill."
His ear perked up as Hogwarts' prodigy rolled her eyes. "I'm on. Accio firebolt." Harry's hand grabbed the swooshing broom. It was not a secret in the Grimmauld place that Harry could use his magic undetected. "Wanna watch, Mione?"
"Allright. It is not like you'll leave me alone if I don't watch it," he grinned. The Gryffindor trio walked out to the quidditch pitch. It wasn't as big as the pitch in Hogwarts but it served their need. Harry stumbled upon it by a secret door in his 2nd day and Ron has been very happy with the discovery. When they arrived Ron's brothers were already there.
"Hey, Harry! Hermione!" All gathered in the center except Hermione who simply sat on the stand. "Okay, I and Harry will be the seekers plus as cashers, Fred and George the beaters, Bill and Ron the keepers."
"We're also the cashers?" Harry asked.
"Yes, not enough player. Ok guys, there are 3 red strips and 3 blue strips in the papers. Pick yours!" He took one blue and one red paper and grabbed it till they didn't know which one the blue or red. Harry took his, the blue one, so Charlie got the red. Fred got blue and George the red one. Bill got red, so Ron the blue one.
"Allright, the red team will be: me, George, and Charlie. The blue team will be: Harry, Fred, and Ron. Get your ass to your broom and let's go!" Bill soared up to the sky while Charlie let 2 bludgers, a snitch, 2 quaffles loose from their straps.
"Wait! How can we differ between Fred and George?" Ron asked in a sudden.
"You can't. And that's why the game will be more challenging," Fred (or was it George?) said.
"Yeah, you don't know which one your opponent or your comrade!" the other twin grinned mischievously as Ron groaned realizing that they both even use similar clothes.
"Damn them," he muttered under his breath.
"Hey, it's us who have to be worry of them. You only stand in front of the goal while we'll be chased by the bludgers, scoring the quaffles, and search for the snitch!" Charlie remarked.
"And I thank the God because of that!" his brother scowled.
With that the game was started.
(AN: I will skip this part)
Both of the teams were in the ground feeling relaxed after the game which was won by Harry's team by 150 points. They were tied when Harry caught sight of the snitch (AN: he didn't use his fox eyes because it would be boring if he caught the snitch in no time) in front of his face and caught it in reflex. Hermione has already left them to go to the library once more.
"That's fun," Ron said. All agreed with him. "Your newly improved body didn't hinder your movement as a seeker. Infact I even thought that you were better and faster now," he commented. The Weasleys sons always liked to tease him about his 'new and improved' body. Ginny was blushing redder than last year when she caught the sight of his making him felt uneasy around her. He has thought that she was gotten over him, obviously not. Even Hermione when she saw him again became speechless.
At night
Harry laid on his bed with Ron, the twins, Ginny, and Hermione in his room. The order was having a meeting tonight and they sent the boys and girls away much to their disappointments. But it wasn't really a matter for them; the twins activate their Expendable Ears and eavesdropping conversation.
Order meeting
"What did you just say?" Molly Weasley looked at Remus Lupin disbelievingly.
"You heard me. He suggested that," murmurs rang from all, but Dumbledore silenced them.
"And may I know the reason behind Mr. Potter's reason?"
"He just wanted to get attention to himself. Why should we listen to that brat anyway?" Remus glared at Snape seething.
"He said that we should've used this chance when Voldemort's army was weakened to our advantage. If we just gather information, that wouldn't be useful if we didn't attack him and just let him rearrange his army. And when we just sit around, there is a chance he will caught us unprepared of his assault."
"I understand that"
"Don't you think the change in Mr. Potter rather frightening, Albus?" Minerva McGonagall was worried.
"Indeed. But I won't surprise if he changed before this long ago. Afterall the boy has undergone so much," he said. There was no sign of the usual twinkle in his eyes.
Snape snorted. "What has he undergone? His life is spoilt by his muggle relatives." Remus clenched his fist.
Albus shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not true, Severus."
Snape lifted an eyebrow. "What headmaster wanted to say was that he was abused and treated like a slave. You didn't forget his letter, did you?" the werewolf growled as he glanced at him and Dumbledore. The tension in the room was high.
"Cut it out!" Bill yelled as he shook his head glancing at the adults. "We're in a meeting where we will discuss about what we should do with You-Know-Who, not for you to fight here." Snape and Remus had a tendency to actually look embarrassed for being scolded by one much younger than them.
"What should we do to the dark lord then?" Tonks asked. "I for once as an auror don't agree with his idea as it violated the law. We couldn't just persecute them, you know?"
"The ministry officers themselves violated many laws: Black's wrong imprisonment, corruption, letting the death eaters go as long as there is money." Mad Eye jumped in. "We obviously don't have any guarantee they will help us. I say we do like Mr. Potter's suggestion."
"But what're our differences with those renegades then?" Ron's mother voiced her thought.
"Infact mom, we're since long renegades ourselves. We didn't trust the government and proceed with our own way of dealing," the dragon tamer, Charlie, told her. "Aren't we, professor?" he looked at Dumbledore who nodded rather hesitantly.
"Of course we won't kill them that brutally, Molly. But this is a war. If we want to defeat him, we have to weaken him and this is our chance. I think I agree with Harry," her husband said, as she wasn't convinced.
"Do you think we can just barged in to their house and seize them or kill them? There are wards! It is not as easy as you thought. Even if many of his inner circle died, he still have power. Not to mention we have to hide ourselves from Fudge."
"Ah yes, Severus. How is Voldemort doing?" all flinched when they heard the name making Dumbledore shook his head in amusement.
"Like Potter said," he spat out the name like it was cursed. "He was indeed rearranging his army and gather as many dark creatures as possible. If I'm not wrong, one of the vampire clan, Hemisphere, joined him, and some giants in the North, plus some packs of werewolves. You've already known about the dementors. He sent his emissary to many creatures. He paused. "And he sent the rat along with some men to search the renegade group. As far as I know they still haven't succeed with their job." He crossed his arms.
"I have a clue actually about one or two of their members," all eyes turned to the black sheep of aurors, Mundungus Fletcher. "I searched about them in Knockturn Alley and found out that a blonde man asked many people information about the death eaters members. Unfortunately I have no idea about his name and all about the descriptions of his face are vague."
Dumbledore looked interested. "And the 2nd member?"
"That I got from Draco Malfoy's rambling. Long silver hair, red slitted eyes (An: Ashura's eyes was golden and sometimes silver but became red when he was overjoyed or angry, although there are still some silver and golden tints there) and you've got the idea about who he was."
"The silver haired guy who attacked the death eaters in Diagon alley!" Tonks shouted as Dung nodded.
"But my friend said his eyes were blue!"
"Maybe he changed his eyes' colour with a spell, Bill," his brother pointed out. "But actually I have some doubts too. He didn't kill any of the death eaters in Diagon alley, did he?"
"He didn't, but if he was indeed the same person maybe he has his reason not to kill them at that time."
"But why he has the red slitted eyes? Is he even a human?" Silence.
"Ah yes, I know that I forget something. The Malfoy's brat also mentioned or blabbered, take your pick, about a giant 2 tails red fox in the man's side. Those were the only things I got from him, the others I didn't really understand what he said. I think the kid has become insane from the shock."
"Giant 2 tails fox?" Minerva asked incredulously.
"Don't look at me like that! I only heard it from a disturbed Malfoy brat." He defended himself against her disbelief.
"So, what should we do then? About Harry's suggestion?"
"We'd put it into a consideration. For now…Minerva, Severus, Remus, I'd like to speak with you to modify the curriculum in Hogwarts. The other can go back to your own place. The meeting now is adjourned," with that Albus dismissed them. The 3 people stayed, while the others went back to wherever they were. The Weasleys still stayed on Grimmauld place, but exited the meeting room.
Harry's Room
"Woah, Harrikins, did you really suggest them THAT?" Fred stared at him with something akin to awe. The boy in question nodded indifferently, while Ron gaped at his best friend like he had grown 2 heads or something. Hermione didn't say anything since she has known about it first hand.
"What did possess you to take such a drastic measure?" Ginny was eyeing him carefully. She didn't know what to make out of the Boy-Who-Lived. He was drastically changing from what he was before and she wasn't sure she liked it.
"Dunno. Probably I just want to get revenge to all of those slimy death wankers," the Weasleys and Hermione snickered at the nickname. "By the way I forgot to ask you this, but…where is Kreacher? I haven't seen him during my whole stays here."
The Weasleys looked uneasy (something that didn't go unnoticed by him) while Hermione blinked. "I've forgot about him too." She stared at Harry knowing how he hated the house elf and wondered what the dark haired boy would do to the 'poor' elf if he met him.
"Urm…actually he died," Ron answered. "Not that it was a bad thing though."
"Ron!" Hermione scolded, but seemed terrified at the thought of the annoying house elf's death (not that she admitted that the elf was annoying). "How? When?" a glance at Harry and she knew that he accepted the news with an open arms from his smirk.
"It was in the summer. He got sick after Sirius…you know. Dumbledore said that it was because he betrayed his master while the bond was still intact." Ron scowled. "Good thing it happened," he shut his mouth when he saw her look.
"And what about the bitch's ("Harry!") Portrait?"
"Oh, Dumbledore cast a potent silent charm on it. But even with his power and the advanced spell it has to be renewed every 3 days though. The Portrait surely has a bloody magic on it. It is unfortunate we still can't get her off of this house," the Weasley youngest son grumbled.
"Really? Why don't they just hack her off of the wall?"
"The charm, Harry."
"No, what I mean is why don't they just cut the wall with her? You can repair the wall after it is done. I doubt she even thought about this physical way." The others stared at him in an utter astonishment.
"Holly hell! That's bloody brilliant idea! Wait till the others hear it." Fred and George gave him an appraising look as if he was a God. They quickly stumbled out of the room screaming bloody murder and went downstairs. From the shout of Molly Weasley, Harry could only conclude that she threatened them. Not that they cared about it.
Dumbledore and the 3 Hogwarts' staffs (Remus was going to be the DADA teacher, much to Snape's dismay) heard the shouts and exited the door to find what happened. They have just spoken about the curriculum and decided to change it a bit to help them in the wartime. They would teach what the children needed to defend themselves, not just turning a rock into a bloody teapot who couldn't be used to defend or attack, except of course if the children crashed the teapot to the death eaters' heads…
"What happened?" Remus asked to Molly who scolded her 2 identical sons. The twins he noted, looked undeniable happy about something.
"Harry got the brightest idea how to get rid of the bloody portrait!" Their mother overlooked at their language when she heard the news. She apparently also had had it enough with Sirius' mother.
Remus, Minerva, and Albus looked at each other while Snape scowled and muttering something like 'bloody gryffindors'. Albus with his usual twinkle in his blue eyes asked them the idea.
"Well we knew about the sticking charm that the portrait couldn't be removed from the wall. And our dearest Harrikins (Snape sneered) said to remove her along with the wall. We can repair the wall afterwards." Snape actually raised an eyebrow at this, since when did the brat become such a smart ass? That was a brilliant idea actually. He didn't even think about it, and to say that he was the head of the Slytherin. He sighed. The boy had more slytheriness in him than what he would admit.
Bill and Charlie whistled. "That was a great idea. Why don't we make a party to celebrate the day we got rid of the portrait?"
20 minutes later, all people in the household were in front of the portrait. Sirius' mother looked nervous with the sight of grinning people in front of her. There were the malicious glints in their eyes that she couldn't shake off from her mind. She didn't try to scream since she knew it was useless with the silent charm still got hold of her. Not to mention her throat was sore, if that could even happen to a portrait.
Dumbledore removed the charm off of her. "We believe that we finally know how to overcome this particular problem of yours." She gulped. What was going on? She smelt something fishy here…
"How?" was her only response as she stared uneasily on all of them.
"Professor Dumbledore, let us do the honour of removing her," the twins pleaded. His eyes held mirth as he gave them permission and stepped back allowing them to go near to the portrait.
"Hey, we want to have some fun too!" Charlie and Bill advanced with axe and hammer on their hands.
"I think I want to have a part on this too, coming Ron?" Harry gave a wink to his friend who was grinning like an idiot.
"Of course! There is no way I let you and others get fun by yourselves."
"Let us show the power of the youth!" The twins shouted.
"Aye aye captain!" the young men replied back.
An hour later, after much screaming and pleading by Mrs. Black portrait, there was an addition to the Grimmauld place: a hole in the wall. Plus one of its occupants, the annoying one, was missing and the others were cheering because of it. Dumbledore repaired the wall and all others gathered in the kitchen to celebrate the moment.
TBC……..
Honestly, I don't know what was in my mind when I started to write this story. I'm stuck. I'm currently don't know which of the plots I should chose.
1.Harry goes to hunt the death eaters by himself and after he kill Voldemort he goes away to his own world. Probably without telling his friends.
2.He forgo the full moon in the next week and stay there to kill Voldemort with his friends' helps, of course he has to keep the secret of him being a demon incarnation to himself.
3.He just simply leaves them. Not killing Voldemort as he has it enough of being a tool. Beside it will make the society to do their own dirty job. He has no qualm of leaving them.
4.He allied himself with the order (they won't know that he was Harry). After he finishes the dark lord, goes back to his world.
5.He leaves them in the next full moon, but give them a clue to kill Tommy boy.
From all of the plots above, I personally like the 5th idea, so I probably will do that. He has killed more than fair enough numbers of death eaters, plus he didn't like to be manipulated. He held no love for the backstabbing society (at least he was like that in this fic). And who cares about the bloody prophecy. The society needs to do things on their own and the war that will threaten their lives will be a nice change for their simple mindedness.
Even if Harry leaves his friends, he will make a certain measure to make them safe, maybe protection charmed necklaces or something…What do you think?
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kd8gun: ah, so that is what 'lol' mean… I don't know much about those kind of terms. Am I right to say that it is developed for chatting? It is no wonder I don't know much about these terms since I never chatted in computer, not to mention I don't socialize much. What about 'mary sue'? I have heard much about it too, but still don't know what it means.
Toki Mirage: I have gotten a beta for this fic, but she hasn't sent the edited version of this fic anymore. I'm waiting for that. If I wait for her, it is probably I won't send the chapter of Ashura anytime soon. Maybe I'll ask someone else to do this job.
Yum2: you mean you still don't know? You're right on your guessing when you said my country before.