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P" "P Parseltongue.
Now, before you flame me and him, I asked RossWrock's permission for the timeturner idea and he most graciously allowed me to use it. I repeat, Ross takes all credit for the timeturner but I changed the usage a bit at his advice. Now, on with the show…
Previously on Freelance Hero:
Harry went of to the drawer, feeling pretty dazed. After all, he was conversing with someone before Hogwarts who had knowledge of magic that was beyond anyone alive. He was hoping he wouldn't suffer any more bombshells. Opening the drawer that was indicated, Harry almost fainted. Here was something that would insure a gain in knowledge. Something that was certainly illegal but something he would use to become more powerful than anyone in the order save Dumbledore. Something that could fit in his palm…
Again, two chapters in one.
Chapter 3: The learning curve, confrontations and Harry's Revenge
"A timeturner," breathed Harry.
"Ah. So you know what it is. Excellent. Have you had a run-in with the law then?" Castus smiled slyly, but as Harry explained that it was Hermione's and it was lawful at the time, Slytherin's smile faded.
"Typical goody two-shoes. Anyway, there are some laws that we do have to abide by, I'm afraid. They're as old as magic so don't you dare break them. You cannot, I repeat, cannot see yourself under any circumstances. Breaking the fabric of time is a very treacherous business. While you are going about your daily business, your double will be studying from my book in Room 1. Do not enter that room under any circumstances, do you hear me?" barked Castus in a tough and uncompromising manner that Harry felt was unnecessary.
"But wouldn't he, I mean I, run out of books after that first one?" asked Harry.
"You fool, don't speak out of turn. You will speak when asked a question. If you have a question, you will indicate by putting you palm on you heart. Don't they teach you basic manners at that school?"
"Yes, but this is the present, sir, we don't put our palm on our hearts now."
"What did I tell you about speaking in turn?"
"You asked 'Don't they teach you basic manners at that school?' so I replied sir," Harry said with almost a sneer in his voice.
"Hmm, very good, you see; now you're learning. For that, you deserve a treat. I will answer you r question. Now, my book has all the knowledge that I possessed in life. And due to that instrument which now lies in your palm, this is very vast. After the rituals section, you will come across a blank page. On this page, you will write a word such as legilimency. What you've written will disappear and a list of books that I've read on the topic will appear. Using your wand, tap on one and my whole book will be replaced with the book that you chose. After you've finished reading it, simple tap the book with your wand again and my original book will reappear. I know, I'm a genius!"
Harry's mouth hung open. It was incredible, too good to be true. He had the knowledge of an ancient Lord that had double the knowledge of anyone else.
"Now the problem is this: Magic moves on. It could move for the good, it could move for the bad. Because of this, you will need to continue with your current education and allow your double to learn with the book. In this way, you could manipulate old and new magic in an effective way. Your first lesson before anything else will be Occlumency, the art of controlling and manipulating your mind. This is vital because if your enemy knows of your secrets, you have lost your advantages."
Harry put his hand on his palm and was allowed to ask a question.
"I thought Occlumency was just protecting your mind from outside attacks," queried Harry.
Lord Castus sighed and proceeded to explain that Occlumency is much more important for storing and organizing information. Even if someone was to infiltrate the mind, then it would be blank. There was also another part of Occlumency which allowed the Occlumens to provide an intruder with fake memories. This intrigued Harry the most. He had big plans for this part of Occlumency, but first, he had to master it.
Harry found that Castus was an excellent teacher and he learnt quickly from him. This may also be because of the ritual but he didn't know. When Harry was confident he could put up a substantial shield, they started on organizing and finally moved on to providing fake memories.
At the end of the five hour session, Harry was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
"Didn't you finish all the rituals?" asked Castus.
"I dunno, why?"
"You shouldn't be tired, Harry. The Somnus Ritual takes care of that. I'll tell you what, go and rest, and then do the Somnus Ritual when you've woken up. Afterwards, get the timeturner and turn it twice. This will make your double go two weeks into the past. I usually do one-weekly's, but it is imperative that we get you up to scratch, young man. Don't come into this room either. I believe your double will need some assistance from me. Now, the feeling of gaining knowledge without knowing you did will be very strange. Almost like looking into one's mind which, incidentally, you will be able to do by tomorrow evening," lectured Castus, "but, you will be able to see me between seven and eight o'clock because this will be your double's only sleeping hours. This will be for tactical advice and personal advice. Now go!"
On the way to his normal room, Harry couldn't help but smile. He was going to be able to do something about the war now. He was going to be offensive unlike the Order. With this thought in mind, Harry fell asleep.
"Stop speaking, Lucius," hissed a snake-like voice, "I feel a presence here. It's that brat, Potter."
"But Master, there is no-one here," answered Lucius Malfoy's silky voice with a touch of bewilderment.
"No, Lucius. We have a bond, Potter and I. Through that scar on his ugly forehead. Now, let's see what I can get from his worthless mind. I wonder if Dumbledore has told him the prophecy yet?"
Harry instantly wiped his mind blank, but he suddenly thought of a better idea. He concentrated on a few chosen words for Voldemort to view.
"Ah. There it is. '…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either life is in the hands of the other for neither can live if the other dies...' No, this cannot be. But now I think about it, it makes sense. I could not kill him for this means that I would have died. I did not die because he was still alive. Lucius call off the attack on Privet Drive."
"B-but my lord, it could be a trick, a lie."
"Do you not think I have thought that through? No, the boy knows not how to fool me. I see right through his worthless mind thanks to Severus. It makes sense. This is why Dumbledore is so keen to protect him. He would become my killing machine. Together, we would be unstoppable. I always said he was not unlike me. Both orphans, both with a long and powerful pureblood line on one side and both with great abilities.
"Join me Potter, the line of Potter and Slytherin will rule supreme. We will take this pathetic world."
"NO!" screamed Harry.
"What? Fine then, enjoy the rest of your sleep!" Voldemort laughed and for a moment Harry wondered what on Earth had caused this sudden change of personality.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" It was pain beyond excruciating pain. He felt like his whole body was on fire. It was worse than the cruciatus curse, much worse. Harry frantically tried to regain control of his mind. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it left him.
Drenched in sweat, breath ragged, Harry went to cool himself with a shower. He contemplated what he had just done. He had stopped Voldemort looking for the prophecy and trying to kill him in virtually two minutes. He went from number one on Voldemort's 'to do' list to number one on his 'to buy' list.
One quick breakfast later, Harry went to room one for the ritual.
Minor Somnus
If you want to maximize work time or simply hate having nightmares, then this ritual will be very beneficial to you. It increases the body's awareness and concentrates all the body's fatigue into one hour. This leaves you 23 hours of practice. The ministry has not labeled this ritual because they don't know about it; it is exclusively for those of the Slytherin line. All you need to do is lie down on your bed, clear your mind and repeat these words in Parseltongue: Minor Somnus and your wand should glow yellow.
Doing as the book said, Harry hissed the words: P"Minor Somnus"P. His wand glowed green and he felt all signs of fatigue wear away completely.
P"What did you just say?"P asked his confused snake.
P"Oh don't worry. Just another ritual"P replied Harry.
P"Another letter came for you by the way"P stated the bored sounding snake.
P"You'd make a good secretary Jewel, you know that"P said Harry.
P"What's a secretary?"P asked Jewel
P"Oh, never mind"P retorted Harry with a sigh.
Before even giving a second thought to the letter, Harry visited room one with the timeturner. He turned it twice and held his breath, waiting for something to happen. The time turner emitted a faint light and Harry reappeared in his room at the Dursley's. He guessed it had worked but knew he should as Castus in the evening just to make sure.
He put his full concentration on the letter at hand.
Dear Harry,
Mrs. Weasley found a letter in Ron's room yesterday which surprised her. She proceeded to show it to me. I must say, Harry, I'm very disappointed. I would have thought the prospect of joining the Order would be something one should accept with pride.
Let me tell you a story, Harry. Fifty years ago, a half blood student entered Hogwarts. He was very intelligent and excelled at magic. He was hiding darkness inside him, though. I could see this, but I let him go. Being Transfiguration teacher, I had no choice. He then turned into Lord Voldemort. I cannot allow you to follow the same path Harry which is why this portkey will transfer you to the Order once you've finished this letter.
I'm sorry Harry.
Albus Dumbledore
Just before Harry was whisked away, he felt anger boil up but somehow, it disappeared.
'Must be something I've just learnt,' he thought and was taken away by a pull at his navel.
"Aah, Harry. Just in time," Harry looked up and saw the clear blue eyes of the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Why?" asked Harry, his voice dripping with venom and cold anger.
"Why what, Harry? You took that portkey as I instructed you to. Is there a problem?" Dumbledore was feigning innocence.
Looking around, Harry saw that the whole of the 'inner circle' of the Order were there. Well, if Dumbledore was going to play this game, then he, Harry, would have to win it.
"Why are the whole Order here?" Harry asked as sweetly as he could.
Dumbledore was taken aback. Harry then felt a light probing in his mind and so he cleared it. For the second time, Dumbledore was surprised.
"For the induction of yourself, Ronald and Hermione," he replied as smoothly as he could manage.
"Hmm. And why should I join the Order?" asked Harry.
There was a shocked silence around the room. No-one could believe their ears.
"You're so typical and arrogant, Potter. What do want, a photo shoot? Or are you too good for us mere humans?" sneered Snape, "Yes, just like your father. He thought he was better than us as well and look where it got him!"
Harry unleashed his anger. In one fell swipe, he got his wand out of his pocket and blasted Snape across the room.
"Harry, that was totally unacceptable," chided Dumbledore. The rest of the Order couldn't move out of shock.
Ignoring Dumbledore, Harry re-asked his aforementioned question.
"Well. Are you allowing me to join just so that I can feel like a big boy? Or is it to keep your weapon under control? I know I won't be on any missions or anything. And I know that you're going to get Hermione and Ron to spy on me at school."
Mouths were wide open at this point.
"Harry, if you don't want to join, we cannot force you. All I ask from you is to apologise to your professor and I will get people to retrieve your stuff from Privet Drive," sighed Dumbledore.
"I'll apologise to him, if he does to me and why would my things need retrieval? I'm not staying here."
"Harry, dear, why don't you want to stay here? Isn't it better than staying with the muggles? I thought you would be excited beyond your wildest dreams," said Mrs. Weasley tearfully.
"It brings back too many memories Mrs. Weasley. Last year, I would have been honored to join but now, I've grown up to be perfectly honest. I know I would do nothing for the Order. It would be a waste of my and your time. Look, I love you and your family like my own family, but now, legally, I have no guardian. I'm not at school. I can do whatever I like." He tried to speak softly and lovingly to Mrs. Weasley.
"But Harry, you must be protected," said Dumbledore.
"I can protect myself now. I don't need two Order members under invisibility cloaks outside my door. Why not use them against Voldemort for a change," there was a shiver around the room and Harry snorted, "You can't even hear his name without shuddering. You're pathetic. You won't win this war defensively, Professor, offense is the best defense."
Dumbledore grew stern.
"Harry, you will stay here. You will stay protected. I'm sorry but this has gone on long enough. No arguments now go to another room if you're not part of the Order."
Harry laughed and suddenly, he was in his room at Privet Drive.
'Must be something I've learnt,' he thought.
Harry looked at his watch and saw it was just past seven o'clock. He had a meeting with Lord Castus.
"Good Evening, Harry, you're late. Why is this?"
"I know but a lot has happened."
Harry relayed the day's events to Castus who was laughing by the end of the tale.
"Oh, you've got guts and no doubt. But you have done something very foolish and wise today. You wisely gave the wrong prophecy to Voldemort, but foolishly opposed the Order. If you're double hadn't learnt the basics of the fine art of Affectuseo, then you would be locked up because of the Anti-Apparition wards that no doubt have been placed there."
Harry was about to ask what affectuseo was when he realized he already knew. It was going somewhere that you really want to go. It only works when you're feeling very emotional.
"Weird, isn't it? Well, the best course of action would be to gain an ally within the Order to see what they're planning and where Voldemort's next target is. They really need your help. You've already been through a week of 23 hour training in 1 day. By the end of the summer, you will be priceless to their cause. Choose your spy wisely, and examine that person carefully with Legilimency."
Harry instantly thought of someone he could rely on. Someone who would stay with him through thick and thin. That someone was the last true marauder, Remus. Not only that, but Harry read somewhere that a werewolf's mind cannot be entered. He'd be perfect. But what Harry needed to know was whether or not Remus would betray him to Dumbledore.
He quickly formulated a cunning plan worthy of Slytherin. He'd use one of the bottles of Veritaserum and have Remus prove his loyalty's that way.
He got out a quill and a piece of parchment.
Moony,
Meet me at my house at 2 o'clock tomorrow; we have some issues to discuss.
HP
P.S. Burn this letter and don't tell a soul. Please. You're the only one I have left.
Harry was extremely content. He knew that Remus would take pity on him and not disclose the info. The: 'you're the only one I have left' line took care of that.
Harry called Hedwig to him.
"Hey, girl. Fly directly through Remus's bedroom this evening and don't let anyone spot you. Wait for Remus's reply and fly back as fast as you can, okay?"
Hedwig gave Harry an affectionate nip on the ear and flew out as fast as she could. Harry watched her leave his vision and thought about what he was going to do.
'I'll learn about the theory of apparition,' he thought, 'Affectuseo is harder and I'll only use it in anti-apparition wards.'
P"Hey, Jewel, could you give me the all clear on room one in my trunk"P
P"You woke me up!"P hissed his snake angrily P"But if you let me sleep in that bed thing, I will check"P
Harry laughed at the snake's deviousness and agreed, anyway, he wouldn't be needing it anytime soon.
P"It is fine, you are not there. I have informed your other self to stay with the portrait"P
P"Thanks"P
Harry proceeded in room one and read up about apparition. He found it was not as hard as he thought it was. He knew there were probably apparition wards, so he didn't try at that time.
For the rest of the day, Harry did some intense dueling with the dummies and found that he had learnt some very powerful spells indeed. By the end of the day, he was battling three auror level dummies at the same time. They managed to best him, though. While he was blowing dummy one up, the other two had effectively tag-teamed him; while one blinded him with a flash of light, the other cast a simple disarming curse at him, sending his loosely hanging wand flying away.
Harry found the teamwork element very intriguing and vowed to teach the DA how to work as a team in the upcoming year, if the DA existed next year, that is. Harry then went back to room one to check up spells that would incapacitate multiple targets. He found some ancient magic in this regard. Some of the magic made him sick, while others he made a mental note of. In no time at all, it was 7 o'clock.
"Good evening, Harry. Tell me, what have you learnt today and have you decided upon your spy?"
Harry told him about the letter to Remus and his dueling with the dummies.
"Very good, young man. They exploited a weakness and you spent time working on it. That is what makes a great wizard. Now, about your spy, I believe you have made a wise and foolhardy decision. Wise because if you had chosen one of your friends, they would be easy prey for Dumbledore. Foolhardy because he is a fucking WEREWOLF for God's sake. They are not to be trusted. Reconsider your spy. Why are you clenching your fists for, boy? Control your anger and convince me this werewolf is the right man."
"He-was-my-one-of-my-father's-best-friends," retorted Harry through gritted teeth.
"Wow," hissed Castus sarcastically, "What has he done for YOU that has convinced you? Wasn't that Pettigrew fellow one of your father's closest friends?"
(a/n: remember, Harry told him his life story.)
"He taught me how to do the patronus," said Harry, feeling slightly calmed.
"That Snape has taught you things, has he not. Do you trust him? Get to the point."
"Oh, I dunno, I just get the feeling when I'm near him that he has a good heart and would protect me with his heart," spat Harry.
"Excellent, that is what I was looking for. What I want you to learn is that you can often judge a person by the feeling you gain from them. Most wizards don't know this, but if you concentrate hard enough and wipe your own emotions blank, you will be able to judge a person by feeling what they're feeling: doubt, jealousy, fear, loyalty, betrayal etc. Use this well and try and find possible spies."
"Wow, thanks Castus."
"You insolent fool! Have I asked you a question? Have I permitted you to use my forename? Get out of my sight. Hopefully tomorrow, you will return with a better attitude. Goodnight."
Harry didn't need telling twice, he had a lot to think about. Finally, he felt a sudden rush of exhaustion and fell into an hour sleep.
"You've failed me again, Severus. Lord Voldemort doesn't accept failures. Crucio."
For several minutes, Severus Snape felt pain beyond excruciating pain. Once the agony was over, he got up and was dismissed.
'So Potter, you're back. You're back for more. You feel an attraction towards 'dark' magic. I had similar experiences in my youth. Join me, Harry. We, Half bloods, will take this world. We could do great things together. I feel you anger at that muggle loving fool Dumbledore, yes, he deceived you.'
'It's true,' said Harry, 'I'll join you if I don't have to bow down to you and all that shit. Get members of your inner circle to pick me up in two days; I know you don't trust me enough to come yourself.'
Harry then fed him false fantasies of wanting to kill Dumbledore and other Order members. He also added a false dream of two hooded figures side by side, one with blood red eyes and the other with a lightning bolt scar.
'Ha! I knew it, Harry. The wizarding world has betrayed your trust too many times. I accept your terms. I'll send people to portkey you out at midday in Knockturn Alley outside Borgin and Borkes. You have chosen wisely.'
Suddenly, Harry was pulled away from the vision, his hour was up. Harry couldn't stop a smile forming at his lips. He also couldn't wait to tell Castus his plan. He knew that after two days, he would have had two months of continuous training would make him more of a match for the Death Eaters. He would take the highest ranked one in for questioning under Veritaserum and stop Voldemort's plans.
Today, he wanted to do more dueling practice with some dark spells he had learnt. He also had a meeting, that is, if Remus decided to agree. Ironically, at that moment, Hedwig flew in.
H.P,
I'll meet you at said time and place. No worries about confidentiality,
Moony
Harry smiled. It was excellent in terms of privacy. It was almost 2 o'clock already and Harry needed to get everything ready.
Suddenly, someone appeared from underneath an invisibility cloak and Harry had his wand drawn at his neck and whispered: "Who are you and what do you want?"
"Remus Lupin. You invited me, unless you've forgotten."
"Why don't you prove it," hissed Harry menacingly. He seemed to be scaring Remus slightly.
"Well, you're stag patronus which I taught you in your third year reminded me of one of my best friends…"
The threatening exterior evaporated quickly and turned into an embrace. Harry, of course, knew Remus wasn't lying by reading his emotions.
"How have you been, Remus. Please let's move to a more comfortable location."
Harry strode into the living room where Mr. Dursley was reading the Sunday paper. Harry sat down on the armchair next to Mr. Dursley.
"Excuse me, Uncle Vernon, but my friend Remus Lupin and I wanted to conduct conversation in the living room. I apologise for any inconvenience but it is quite urgent," Harry said in a cold, calm voice with mock sincerity.
Neither Uncle Vernon nor Remus could believe their ears. Uncle Vernon was fuming and Remus didn't know whether to laugh or open his mouth in shock and the result was a mixture of the two.
"You can't do that, boy. You and your freaky friend can go to your room."
Harry sighed and levitated a flustered Vernon Dursley and deposited him in the kitchen. He could hear a screaming, booming voice in the kitchen. Knowing that they wouldn't get any peace, Harry strode into the kitchen and stunned his Uncle who was looking murderous.
Turning around, he was met by an equally stunned visage.
"What…how…why?" asked a flabbergasted Remus Lupin.
"I'll explain in the living room."
"Harry. You must reverse the stunner and don't give up your wand and I'll tell Dumbledore to stop the ministry."
Harry silently cast anti-apparition wards on the house. Remus Lupin had a shocked look on his face.
"The ministry owls won't come," Harry said softly, "we'll talk in the living room. Come on."
They walked into the rather large living room of Number 4 and Harry cast every detection, silencing and anti-transport charms he knew. He indicated for Remus to sit on the couch opposite him. The aforementioned werewolf was incapable of speech so Harry began his monologue.
"Now, you're probably wondering where I learnt those spells, how I can do magic in the first place, why I've called you here and why I behaved as I did at the Order amongst other things," Harry said. At Remus's nod, he continued, "the answer to all those questions is linked with this answer: I'm tired of it. Tired of being the one that has to be rescued, the little boy who has to walk blind into danger and above all the boy-who-lived. Everyone who thinks that can just fuck off to be perfectly honest." Remus gasped at the use of the negative expletive. "No offense, but I don't want to be my dad either. I know he was a great guy and everything but why can't people understand that we are two different people. But this is the thing, Remus; you're the only one I can trust for many different reasons."
Harry could see that Remus was trying to regain the calm demeanor that the former professor always seems to hold.
"Well Harry, I have to say that you have grown up. I can understand your reasoning but how did you do that kind of magic? And do you…well do want me to talk about…about Sirius. I thought you'd be distraught but here you are with hardly any emotion."
"I'll answer your second question if you will. I have been practicing occlumency hard and it really helps with it. Sometimes, my mental defenses falter and I feel agonising grief, but for my sanity, it is better this way. It is, incidentally, why Dumbledore always seems to be calm. As for your second question, I have been training very, very hard indeed. You'll be surprised. Now, S-Sirius died before telling me anything about my parents. The most I've found out about them is from Snape and his Pensieve. C-could you tell me about them?"
They spent the next few hours talking about the past with a mixture of tears and laughter. It made their bond closer, and Harry started opening up a little to Remus. It was as he was recalling his specific reasoning for his actions that he remembered the whole point of the discussion.
"Remus, I'll be honest to you, Dumbledore has manipulated me. There is something else that I must confide in you, something of great importance, and something that I am revealing to you because you have natural mind defenses. There is a prophecy between Lord Voldemort and me…"
Harry told Remus the whole prophecy.
"So you see, Dumbledore has been putting challenges in front of me to train me up. The Dursleys, a challenge, all my encounters with Voldemort, a challenge. I am his 'final weapon' that is under his thumb. Why'd you think he'd pay so much attention to one student? Now this must keep between us. No matter what level of occlumency you are, I can tell if you have told Dumbledore all this. Tell him that you have visited me and that you have become my confidant. In this way he will use you to spy on me, though I want you to do the opposite. Tell me what Voldemort is planning and who else Dumbledore is using to spy on me. Please. The light side needs me."
"I dunno, Harry. Don't you think Dumbledore has other ways of finding out? Reading my emotions, perhaps?"
"He will read betrayal but assume that is betrayal of my trust. If you won't do this for me, do it for the light side, for the marauders."
"Prove to me you can duel and I will do it. Otherwise, there is no need for you to have a spy. Duel me."
Harry smiled, now Remus was talking his language. Harry led Remus into his room, enervating his uncle on the way, and blindfolded him.
"Sorry Remus, but no-one may know my secrets."
He led him down to the dueling chamber once Harry got the all clear from Jewel.
Once they reached the chamber, Remus was re-given the gift of vision. Suddenly, Harry got the same fleeting feeling that he always got but this time, it was much bigger. The other Harry must have perfected a big ability. Harry soon found out what it was.
They bowed, backed away and drew. The rules were simple: disarm or incapacitate your opponent.
'Serpensortia.' Harry was taken aback. He hadn't said it out loud, he'd just thought it and gave a little more concentration than usual and the snake came out of his wand. Harry realized that Dumbledore and Voldemort were using the same technique back in the department of mysteries. This was his new ability.
Remus was very shocked as well. Harry summoned many more snakes and ordered them to scare, but not bite Remus. Harry could have won there and then, but this was his first chance of testing out his new ability.
Remus snapped out of his shock and banished away the snakes and sent a disarming spell at Harry. Harry smiled and just reflected it back at him with a simple protego. Harry erected the most complex shield he could which blocked all non-ancient 'light' spells and up to medium level 'dark' magic. Sufficient to say, Remus was on the receiving end of all his own spells.
Harry then started to surround Remus in an almost unbanishable dark cloud. He then erected 4 walls around Harry and Remus and a 'ceiling' above them. With a flick of his wand and a bit of concentration, Harry cast a ward which repelled the same amount of spells as his shield. He then mischievously drew up a chintz armchair and watched Remus's misfortune with a smile. Harry, though he didn't show it, was exhausted from maintaining to extremely powerful shields. Though it was amusing to watch Remus suffer, he wanted to end it.
Harry banished the dark cloud and could see Remus was not very happy at Harry relaxing in an armchair. Harry simply aimed a disarming hex at the wall at such an angle that the spell hit Remus from behind sending his wand soaring into Harry's hand. To add to Remus's confusion, Harry blinded him and transported them both, using Affectuseo (his emotion was glee), to Harry's room. Once able to see, Remus asked about Harry's excellent technique.
"So, you managed to get a difficult-to-break shield not only on you, but four walls that you just conjured. Not only that, but you were relaxing in an armchair no less. We really do need you. Ok, I'll be your spy but how will we communicate? Letters can be intercepted, you know."
"Remember Sirius's mirror? Every night at around 10 o'clock, lock your door and cast every protective charm you know. Use the mirror and I'll use my dad's. I think I'll have to repair it, though. Thank you for the company Remus. See you at 10 o'clock."
Harry lifted the wards and Remus disapparated.
For the rest of the day, Harry practiced powerful spells for multiple opponents and manipulating objects around him for dueling. He practiced for almost six hours straight and finished against ten auror level dummies. He used the most powerful destructive spells he knew and knocked nine of them out in one fell swoop. The tenth one, he just used the darkest spell he knew, he blasted its head off. They kept regenerating and finally, they blinded him and cast multiple bone breaking hexes at him. They had won. Luckily for Harry, his double had been researching medical spells in his free time and Harry quickly healed his wounds and fell into his one hour sleep.
The next day, Harry prepared himself for a fight. He wore his battle robes with the manticore hide protection. He then apparated right outside Borgin and Borkes and because of his shadowy hood, he blended in perfectly.
"So. Itty bitty baby Potter got mad at silly Dumbledore. Did he make you cry? Are you running to the dark lord for protection?"
It was Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry just smiled and blew her head off. She didn't see it coming, wasn't armed and didn't hear the silent incantation but Harry didn't care, she deserved it, revenge was sweet.
"It's a trap. Disarm him, stun him but don't kill him. With or without our young friend's consent, he will become our greatest weapon," shouted Lucius Malfoy.
Harry put up strong wards so that no-one from the general public could get through and he used the same technique as he did with Remus. He didn't want to kill them all at once. There may be order spies or those under the imperious curse and he needed Lucius Malfoy.
Within five minutes, the only Death Eaters standing were Dolohov, Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Avery and Nott. The rest were stunned or injured. Harry knew the last five were not going to be easy as they were part of the inner circle.
They each shot dark cloud and mist at him, trying to use his technique but Harry simply apparated behind them and cast a flurry of bone breaking hexes. He also summoned twelve gigantic boa constrictors and ordered them to bite all except Malfoy.
"Y-you know Parseltongue? I thought my son made this up Potter? It's actually true? Only the dark lord may speak to snakes," stuttered Malfoy. He straightened up and shot a cutting hex at a non-protected part of Harry's body.
Harry was at that point struggling. He was losing. He couldn't believe it. He was cut and bruised in several places. He had a plan, though. It was to eliminate the slightly weaker ones and leave Malfoy and Lestrange standing, he wanted to question Lestrange as well.
The only way he could eliminate the other three quickly was by killing them. He felt little remorse, though, as he knew these were the people that were really evil. Harry cleared his mind and introduced a new feeling that he would need a happiness to kill. With this thought and a green flash, Nott was dead. Harry lured Avery and Dolohov together by sending two consecutive spells either side of them causing them to jump near each other.
With a little concentration, Harry cast a powerful blasting hex at them, just as Malfoy ordered them to get away from each other. Because of the power of the spell, the ground split apart and Borgin and Borkes was no more.
Malfoy looked desperate and Lestrange looked like he was enjoying himself. Azkaban had definitely killed all his sense of humanity.
They dueled for another hour at least; both parties didn't want to kill the other. They both knew that capturing the other party would bring the highest rewards.
Harry could hardly stand. These death eaters were definitely better than any auror. He suddenly had a brilliant plan. He aimed his wand not at the Death Eaters but at the floor. This caused the two aforementioned Death Eaters to remain alone in an island of concrete. They couldn't move, but instead had to erect a shield not dissimilar to the one Harry used. This was as Harry had anticipated. Being a user of the shield gave him knowledge of the downsides. It was very draining to maintain.
The adolescent simply sent countless stunning spells at the shield and waited for some to get through due to exhaustion. In half an hour, a few stunners got through and Voldemort's best were rendered unconscious.
Suddenly, as he apparated to the fallen Death Eaters, he felt the ward around the general public disappear. Only one person could lift such a ward.
"Dumbledore," Harry hissed.
As he turned around, he saw a massive crowd of by-standers and Albus Dumbledore flanked by some of the Order following him and the almost the whole street badly damaged by stray curses. He knew he had to get away but he didn't have the strength to apparate.
Wishing until his heart bled that he was back at Privet Drive in his trunk, he and the two Death Eaters Affectuseod to Privet Drive, just before Dumbledore took off Harry's hood, where Harry completely collapsed into a very lengthy coma…
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