A/N: I got many reviews saying that Harry should date Marta Witter, it may and probably will happen but I think it's going to just be a fling, it depends.
"Speaking"
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Diagon Alley Skirmish
Harry saw a green light flash above them in the spot they were just occupying.
Harry looked around for help, but no-one was around, it was too late, it was just them and the Deatheaters.
"Run and hide faggots, run and hide" Drake screamed at to the scattering Deatheaters.
"You know this is much easier and more fun with more than one person" Harry said thoughtfully, hitting a Deatheater with a leg-locker curse.
"This is not enough though, I'm going to read those books we got" Drake said unshrinking the books.
"We're going to have to move soon, I suggest over there" Harry said pointing to a little niche that gave a view of every where and had protective walls.
"Why do we have to move?" Drake asked, Harry shrugged, "I got a feeling we will soon.
Harry surveyed the alley, the Deatheaters had stopped throwing spells, and were in hiding.
Ha, they're hiding from a couple of 16 year olds.
As soon as he thought this, about 4 spells were launched at the same time, heading straight for them.
"Run, now!" Harry said pushing Drake along, Drake could fire any spells because his hands were full of large books he just had to run and hope for the best.
Harry's intuition proved correct when the wall they were hiding behind, blew up when the spells hit it sending brick everywhere.
Harry glanced down at Drake, "hurry and find some good spells we are going to need them"
"Ah, this book is filled with Parsel magic why didn't I see that before" Drake cried at frustratingly.
"Parsel magic? Give it here" Harry said eyes shinning with glee.
Harry read through it, getting happier and happier as he went on.
"Cover for me" Harry said distractedly as he sat down against the wall.
"Aye, aye" Drake muttered and stood up to fight the Deatheaters.
Parsel Stunner
Parsel Magic's version of the average stunner.
Enervrate must be said in Parseltongue.
"Yes! This Parsel magic stunner can only be reversed by a Parselmouth" Harry almost shouted.
"Uh, you also need to be a Parseltongue for the spell to work" Drake said not wanting to break Harry's spirit.
"Don't you read the Prophet?" Harry asked, "What has that got to do with anything?" Drake muttered.
Harry grinned and tapped his nose, He stood and leveled his wand at a running Deatheater and hissed something in Parseltongue and a blood red bolt of magic sprung out of Harry's wand and hit the Deatheater in the chest.
They both watched silently as another Deatheater came out and tried to revive him, by now Harry and Drake were laughing their heads off.
Harry leveled his wand at the second one and hissed in Parseltongue hitting the other Deatheater.
"Go look for another spell, I got this" Harry said firing spells at every hiding place he could see.
"Shit, how many fucking Deatheaters are there?" Harry screamed as Deatheaters came pouring out of their hiding places.
"I got this spell, works like a big shockwave" Drake said holding the book up.
"What does it do to them?" Harry asked not taking his eyes or his wand away from the Deatheaters.
"It doesn't say" Drake said flipping pages, "then maybe we add what we want to happen to them" Harry reasoned.
"What's the incantation?" Harry asked still picking off Deatheaters.
"Here" Drake said showing Harry the page.
Fumuclus Spell
A shock wave spell designed to hit a lot of people at the same time.
Should be used in close quarters.
"Maybe we should add something like Fumuclus Stupefy or something like that?" Harry said thinking.
"Only one way to find out" Drake said grimly.
"I'll do it, if it doesn't work…" Harry trailed off.
Harry took a deep calming breath and ran in front of the oncoming Deatheaters.
Harry heard Drake start yelling spells.
Here we go, just a little bit closer
Harry dodged a Crucio spell that headed his way.
Now!
"Fumuclus Stupefy!" Harry voice booming from every corner of the Alley, Harry's wand shook with the energy that was trying to get out.
With a last heave from the wand, a orange shock wave spat out of his wand knocking out every DE in his vicinity.
Harry went on one knee, that spell had taken more power than Harry was expecting.
That's going to hurt in the morning.
"Can you tie them up?" Harry asked as Drake came over, Drake nodded and went over to the stunned Deatheaters.
Where is the Order
Harry stood and walked over to Drake; he had taken off all their masks and put them in a row, all bound and tied.
Numerous pops behind them, made Harry spin and draw his wand, dropping into fighting position.
"Nice reflexes Potter" Mad-eye complimented.
Mad-eye, Tonks, Remus and Dumbledore stared at the carnage before them.
"So you finally arrived" Harry said dryly.
He tried to make way over to them, but couldn't make it so he sat down on a nearby ledge.
"There's almost 30 Deatheaters here Harry!" Remus exclaimed, Harry shrugged "it seemed more than that when we were fighting".
"Nice work my boy" Dumbledore complimented.
Harry glanced at him, he wasn't sure if he wanted to forgive Dumbledore for keeping that all that information from him, but Harry didn't really care now he just wanted a warm bed to sleep in.
"He used the Fumuclus spell but added a Stupefy to the end to stun the Deatheaters" Drake spoke for the first time since the arrival.
"Ingenious" Mad-eye muttered.
"Wow Harry, that must of took quite some power" Tonks exclaimed.
Meanwhile Dumbledore was staring at Drake, Harry stood "oh, everyone this is Drake Fallon, Drake the tall one there with the white beard is Albus Dumbledore, the person next to him is Alastor Moody or Mad-eye, the witch with the glaringly obvious hair is Tonks, and that is Remus Lupin" Harry said introducing everyone.
"And if you would excuse me" Harry said before passing out. Tonks only managed to catch him before he hit the ground.
Sleep well Harry, you fought well today
A/N: Well it wasn't very long, but hey
it's another chapter done.
Next chapter you'll find out where the Order has been.
And Harry might just be multiple pairings.
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