I don't own Harry Potter n shit, neither do I own the Madness Combat series by Krinkels.
Chapter 12
There was a tense moment as the two men stared each other down. Neither gave any sign that they were going to back down and both held onto their respective weapons tightly.
For Harry, it was his trusty revolver and for Dumbledore, his wand.
Though Harry had no outward emotion his burning red eyes were alight with anticipation. He had tested himself against countless horrors already, but to face the one toted as the next coming of Merlin had to be exciting.
Dumbledore could only stare back in apprehension. He always had a plan, a process to everything he did. When he had faced Grindelwald, he had been prepared. When he attacked Voldemort, he planned and strategized with his allies. Now, he was against a complete unknown. He knew nothing about his adversary and it made him... uneasy.
Both noticed that there were students streaming out to see what all the commotion was about, something that only served to make Dumbledore even more nervous. He did not favor his chances against a powerful dark wizard while trying to protect the students.
"We need not fight, Mr. Christoff. I feel we may have had a misunderstanding, but we fix this together-" Dumbledore began, only to be interrupted by a derisive snort from Harry.
"Please, Dumbledore, you just talked about how I was trying to turn your allies against you and how evil I was. If you don't want any students to be hurt in our fight, just say it, you can't manipulate me," he sneered.
Dumbledore's lips thinned into a tight frown as he glared at the dangerous man in front of him.
"Follow me," Harry said simply before his form once again broke into dark fire and flew off into the countryside, not even giving the headmaster a second look.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Dumbledore too disappeared with a crack of disapparation, leaving students who could only whisper amongst each other as they were recalled back to the castle.
As soon as Dumbledore appeared he immediately threw up a magical shield, which promptly shattered under the weight of a single bullet from Harry's revolver.
His brain going to overdrive he apparated once more, throwing a counter curse at the dark haired man who had attacked out of nowhere. In response, Harry simply slapped away the spell and watched curiously as it impacted the ground and caused the grass to burst into flames.
"How curious... one could say that spell was almost dark," Harry remarked casually, turning to dodge another curse, this one causing an explosion as it missed.
"I could be mistaken, but, are you trying to kill me?" he continued as he waltzed around, skillfully evading every single projectile spell the old wizard cast.
Dumbledore's only response was concentrated silence and a greater furrow in his brow as he increased his spellcasting even more.
Tired of this rhythm of just dodging and trying to get a rise out of the headmaster, Harry let out an ugly growl and whipped out his revolver once more, firing off three shots in the headmaster's direction, with him only managing to apparate away at the last second.
"You realize that this won't work on me, right? Show me your skills Dumbledore. Show me why they call you the second coming of Merlin himself!" Harry snarled at the old man who appeared a few feet away.
"I don't know what devious intentions you have, but you will not corrupt me with your deceitful words as you did to Lily and Bellatrix," Dumbledore whispered, "I will stop you here, I will not make the same mistakes I did with Grindelwald and To-Voldemort,"
Harry's eyes widened as he felt something about the old man change.
He desperately whipped his body to the right just in time as the ground in front of him burst open with an earthly spike. As he landed on his feet, he opened his mouth to say something, before quickly jumping again as this time the ground directly underneath him erupted into another spike.
How was the old man doing this? He wasn't even waving his wand or casting spells.
Harry's eyes suddenly burned an even deeper crimson as he took a closer look while in the air. He could see a web of magic connecting the man in front of him to points on the ground: the places spells had impacted earlier when they missed.
Harry continued to dodge and jump around as the various areas spells had impacted turn into deadly spikes. When there were no more potential death traps, he gave a low whistle.
"I guess I do have to give you props. You saw before how I always dodged spells before and tried to counter that with an unexpected strategy," he said.
Dumbledore could only frown as he saw how his initial attack plan failed.
"My turn," the red-eyed killer murmured threateningly.
In an instant, he was upon the old, venerated wizard, the Binary Sword in hand swinging downward.
Dumbledore desperately threw up a shield and there was a great crashing sound as the magical barrier cracked under the power of Harry's strike. A moment later, the entire shield shattered and Dumbledore apparated backwards, at the same time waving his wand.
The ground shook once more as great beasts of stone rose and charged at the sword-toting man.
With a vicious look, Harry swung once and a gargantuan lion of dirt and stone split in half. He spun and kicked a tiger, and the side that was kicked crumbled and shattered under his assault. In response, the snake shot around Harry and attempted to constrict and crush him into pulp. Harry only lashed outwards once more with his blade and the snake fell apart in neat pieces. The last beast, a panther, managed to successfully bite down on Harry's arm with the snake's distraction.
However, instead of breaking his skin and causing a geyser of blood, the panther's jaw and teeth fell apart and crumbled from the bite.
Harry slapped it away, his hands glowing with blue electric energy, causing the entire construct to fall apart, its magic negated.
The entire fight, Dumbledore had watched, gaining a measure and understanding for his opponent, and was still baffled. Even now, he couldn't see any magic being used by the person in front of him and it was beginning to alarm him greatly. He truly could not tell if he could take on this Jebediah Christoff in front of him.
"Is that all?!" the annoyed killer asked as he rushed at the headmaster once more. Dumbledore responded to the threat by conjuring a metric ton of pure water in front him, attempting to wrap it around the man barreling towards him.
For a moment, Harry's body shone with blue light and arcs of energy rippled off of him, causing the water to burst away from his body as if it were blown away by a bomb and he continued at Dumbledore uninterrupted.
The old man's eyes widened in alarm and he waved his wand again, suddenly the water particles in the air all turned into sharp icicles and shot towards Harry.
In a display of inhuman skill and precision, the sword-wielder managed to deflect each and every shard of ice with his Binary Sword and dodge the others that he didn't deflect.
Dumbledore slashed his wand horizontally, and each of the shards suddenly exploded.
When the dust cleared, Harry looked no worse for wear and looked at Dumbledore contemplatively.
Seizing the opportunity, Dumbledore raised his wand and shouted, "Τομή!" as magic swirled around him in a tempest.
In a movement that appeared as a blur to Dumbledore, Harry brought up his sword and just in time too as a straight line in front of Dumbledore leading up to him suddenly erupted with dust again. Above, the clouds parted to an invisible force and if there were someone who were viewing the fight from above, they would've seen a great slash in the earth appear in front of Dumbledore, continuing for a kilometer at least.
Dumbledore let out a heavy breath from the magic he just employed.
"Greek magic," a voice came from behind him.
Dumbledore froze for less than a millisecond before spinning around, his wand following and generating a wave of fire that blasted away from the tip.
Harry simply outstretched his hand and slapped the fire near him away, causing Dumbledore to blink in incredulity. There was no way he could just do that.
"I don't even know of any Greek wizards that know that spell," the dark haired man continued thoughtfully, not even perturbed at the wave of fire that continued on, burning huge stretches of grass behind him.
As per before, Dumbledore continued to refuse to speak, only raising his wand to cast something different.
Only his body froze as feeling of pure dread enveloped him. It was as though he was suddenly dunked into the cold ocean and he felt fear engulf his mind. A very real physical pressure grasped him and it felt as if he were being crushed under the weight of the ocean.
In blind instinct, he apparated away, collapsing to his knees gasping and wheezing on the ground as the feeling disappeared. He felt queasy and sick, retching on the ground, before his mind caught up to his situation and he quickly rose to his feet, his wand pointed shakily at Harry.
The man in question was standing there nonchalantly with his arm extended with his palm facing Dumbledore. He was smirking victoriously at the headmaster and Dumbledore began thinking and panicking. He had no idea what Christoff had just tried to do and it was terrifying him. Never in all his years had he ever felt such terror and danger.
"YOU! WHO ARE YOU REALLY?!" Dumbledore screamed as he waved his wand wildly.
Dozens of glowing sigils and symbols burst into reality around the old wizard and swirled around him in hypnotic dances.
For the first time, Harry's face took on a shocked and surprised expression as well, before settling into a grim countenance.
The symbols turned a dangerous red as Harry's Binary Sword began to crackle with blue energy.
"Quattuor equites!" Dumbledore yelled out finally and the symbols coalesced into four points, turning into ethereal mounted warriors, glowing shades of red, white, black, and pale green. The horses neighs were like the whipping winds of a hurricane and their stomps were like the rumbling of an earthquake.
"I know for a fact no one in this time period should know of this kind of power," Harry whispered, mostly to himself as Dumbledore wasn't paying any attention to him. Harry continued to watch Dumbledore intently, almost as if he were waiting for something, ignoring the horsemen that looked ready to charge.
The old wizard suddenly collapsed to his knees with a strangled cry. His skin broke out into boils and his appearance withered, making him looked starved. His strangled cries turned into growls and he began to froth at the mouth, glaring wildly at Harry, a red haze blanketing his vision.
Harry leaned in even more interestedly watching the headmaster even closer.
Suddenly, the old man's entire body seized up, and like a puppet with its strings cut, collapsed with a soft wail. Glassy eyes stared at the sky for a moment, before he sucked in a deep breath and gave a cry of pain.
Harry watched on and gave a snarl.
"Now, I know you're messing with forces beyond your control, Dumbledore. You mess with concepts beyond magic now. Before I was here to just stop Voldemort and because someone dear to me asked me to, but now? I have a duty to destroy you,"
Harry swung his sword onto his shoulder as the mounted warriors charged, leaving trails of blight, death, and miasma.
With a yell, Harry clashed swords with the fiery red rider, and in an instant, his entire body burst into flames. Ignoring the smell of his own burning skin, Harry reached his arm out and grabbed the rider while still engulfed in flames. With another pained yell, the crimson-eyed killer's hand glowed with insidious red and black energy, consuming the fiery rider before fading away, leaving nothing.
Unfortunately, Harry was given no breathing room as his entire body arched in new pain as a pale arrow embedded itself in his shoulder. He felt its power trying to send his mind into a flying rage, but he resisted it as the arrow dissolved into nothing. Instead, raising his sword to deflect another arrow, he pointed a finger at the pale rider who carried a bow and then promptly pointed downwards, causing the ethereal bow rider to be crushed into pale, white, arcane smoke, with the ground cratering under the weight of his power.
Dodging under the swing of a black scythe, he pushed the black rider backwards with a wave of his hand before bisecting the pale green horse and rider in a swing that ruptured the ground below. There was a high-pitched shriek and the green energy leftover from the rider swarmed him, draining him of his strength and leaving him tired and sickly.
Harry sank to a knee tiredly, barely raising his sword to block a strike from the final rider. The scythe clashed against his blade, and his arm crumpled, barely giving any resistance, allowing the scythe to cut directly into his side.
Despite the horrific pain, he only grit his teeth and grabbed the black rider of its horse with his other arm, pulling it close.
Harry's eyes were closed for a moment before they snapped open, shining a terrible red that bathed the entire area in a ghostly crimson light that would have blinded everyone in the vicinity. When the glow faded, there were just wisps of black energy left that slowly faded away as well.
Harry heaved his broken and battered body up, leaning on the Binary Sword for support before confronting Dumbledore again.
Only the old man was still kneeling on the ground, drooling and in pain. Harry's eyes again burned a deeper crimson as he inspected the seemingly feeble old wizard. He didn't want to take anymore chances with him anymore.
He was shocked however when he finally took a closer look at Dumbledore's wand.
"I see... so that's why you were able to call the four horsemen of apocalypse..." Harry said gutturally.
Dumbledore seemed to gain lucidity at that moment as well, looking up frantically, and seeing only Harry remaining, even injured, backed up in fear.
"You- how?! How do you know so much?! HOW ARE YOU SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN'T HAVE SURVIVED THIS-" He howled.
"If you used that against anyone except me, we'd be seeing much more disaster you senile old fool, now come here to die, I can't allow you to live anymore," Harry growled, limping towards the old wizard.
"NO, I WILL NOT DIE HERE, NOT WHILE MY DREAMS ARE STILL UNFULFILLED, NOT WHILE THE DARKNESS REMAINS!" Dumbledore yelled while waving his wand again.
The clouds above parted, and the sun seemed to dim, the horizon taking on a red glow. The sky began darkening as well and everything went silent. Harry's face slackened at what was happening. He had seen this all before, he had lived through it and died through it before as well.
Faster than even lightning, Harry swung his sword, generating a sharp gust of wind that sliced Dumbledore's wand hand clean off, before he stilled.
Dumbledore let out a cry of pain, backing away, before turning to watch Harry collapse lifelessly.
He stumbled over to his separated hand and shakily took up his wand once more. He cast a spell and let out a strangled laugh as he realized that the man in front of him was finally dead. He had thrown all his arcane knowledge at him and it finally paid off. Not even Voldemort had heard of the things he had utilized here.
Dumbledore looked up at the sky warily and breathed a sigh of relief as the skies began brightening once more and the sun faded back into view. He had never used these powers before simply because he had no idea exactly the repercussions they had, but he had no choice with this unknown. Hopefully, he could still salvage this situation and figure out exactly what he might've caused with this fight against Jebediah Christoff. But, his first order of business now was making sure Lily and Bellatrix didn't cause any unnecessary problems with James.
With that thought, he apparated away, not noticing as a black rip appeared in the sky, with twin red glows staring down.
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End of Chapter 12
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A/N: Got sick, decided I might as well update this. Kudos to anyone who thinks they can figure out what's going on. Short chapter also because sick.