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Harry Potter and the Refraction of Light
Chapter One: Kidnapping or Random Portkey Incident?
By Jake
Metal clashed upon metal as a muscular young man parried a blow from a training dummy, another one coming from behind in an attempt to skewer him. The dark haired youth smirked as his blade burst into flames, he swung his blade upwards and through one of the dummy's swords so that his blade could slice the other dummy's head off. Harry Potter grinned as he sheathed the sword of Gryffindor; it had been a good sparring session. Dobby appeared with a pop holding a hand towel out to his young master "Mr. Harry Potter sir! Can I wipe your brow? It would be an honor to do so, sir!" Harry shook his head and chuckled slightly "That's alright Dobby, I can wipe myself off. But," he said seeing the disappointed look on the house elf's face "you could start a cold shower for me." Dobby's face brightened immediately "Right away sir, I'll start a shower for you right away!" Harry smiled. "Thanks." The small house elf disappeared with a pop and the boy who lived walked casually out of the training hall he had discovered at Grimmuald Place during his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Ancient and Noble House of Black had changed quite a bit in the last few years, Harry reflected as he walked down the hall towards the bathroom. No longer were the heads of dead house elves hung along the wall and the horrendous painting of Mrs. Black had been removed from the wall nearly a year ago when one of her tantrums raised Harry's ire. That was the day he found that his sword could ignite with but a thought. His quiet reflection brought him all the way to the bathroom and he smiled as he put a hand under the stream of water issuing from the shower head. Dobby knew exactly what temperature Harry preferred, it was closer to lukewarm than cold, but much closer to cold than hot. The Boy-Who-Lived removed his training pants and knickers in one fluid motion before stepping under the stream of water.
Twenty minutes later a much cleaner Harry Potter stepped out of the shower, he took a towel off the rack and started to dry himself off. He could have used a simple drying charm as he was of majority now but preferred to do it with a towel. Harry walked down the hall to the master bedroom, his bedroom, and smiled seeing a robe had been laid out for him. He threw the black robe on; the robe was followed by two rings, one was platinum with a large onyx stone, and the other was gold with a modest ruby. The rings signified that he was the head of both the Black and Potter lines. When Harry came to majority in the summer before his seventh year he was summoned to Gringotts where he received lordship over both the Potter and Black lines as per the conditions in Sirius's last will and testament.
Just as Harry finished attaching the sword he felt a familiar tug behind his navel upon reaching his destination he was knocked out by a hard blow to the head, he saw what looked like a comfortable living room before he blacked out.
A pearly white figure floated moodily down a seldom used corridor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The ghost was young and not just by ghost standards, Harry Potter had been only twelve years old when he died of basilisk poisoning in the Chamber of Secrets. Peeves the poltergeist floated towards Harry cackling "Ickle Pottykins! Peevesie weevsie has come to cheer you up!" and with that the insane poltergeist started to pellet the Boy-Who-Didn't-Live-For-Very-Long with water balloons. As a ghost the balloons flew right through his body, which while all together harmless, is not a pleasant experience. "I'm not in the mood Peeves." Harry stated softly, Peeves just cackled and continued his barrage. "PEEVES! I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!" Harry screamed and smirked as the poltergeist was thrown down through the floor. Not many wizards become ghosts when they die and even fewer keep any control over the material world they once lived in. Harry Potter was one of those few and he floated down the corridor feeling decidedly better. 'I'd better thank Peeves later' The dead boy thought to himself with a chuckle, he turned a corner before fading out of existence only to end up in a comfortable looking living room, a trap was set off by his presence and it forced him into the ghost version of a cage. Harry blinked seeing a living version of himself knocked out on the couch, the ghost punched the now opaque barrier hoping to escape. A jolt was sent through his corporeal form and Harry Potter knew no more.
Harry Potter stood in a training room at Grimmuald Place, four training dummies surrounded him. His wand, held by a pale almost skeletal hand, was pointed at one of the dummies "Avada Kedavra!" his voice was velvety soft, but demanded to be heard. A green beam of light exploded out of his wand and blasted the dummy into oblivion. He smirked and spun his wand in a spiral pattern muttering "Nex ut meus hostilis Avada Kedavra" a spiral of green and black energy exploded out of his wand destroying every training dummy in the room, active or not. Harry pocketed his wand and smirked looking around at his controlled destruction "The next time I face you, Tom, you and all of your lackeys will die. I'll see to that." Harry left his training room for another room down the hall; this room was transfigured to look and feel like a dungeon, stone floor and walls, pairs of shackles along the wall.
One of the pairs held a thinning rat of a man with a silver hand. Harry walked over to Wormtail, the last marauder and took out his wand. "So, tell me Wormtail, are we feeling more talkative today?" The little man shuddered, he had been brought in last night and tortured for a few hours, but had never given up his master's location. "I don't know anything, Harry! You must believe me; the Dark Lord knows I am weak! He doesn't trust me with anything!" The dark haired man shook his head in disgust "You can lie better than that, Wormtail! But maybe you should tell the truth if you want to avoid any more…interrogation." Harry smiled madly in anticipation. "I'll know if you're lying and there will be repercussions." The balding man shivered looking at his once best friend's son, he nodded slightly. Harry smirked "Where is Voldemort's stronghold?" Wormtail blinked "I-I don't know!" Harry shook his head "Wrong answer Crucio!" The little man screamed in pain, after a few moments Harry jerked his wand up breaking the connection, his face remained stoic. "Now tell me, where is Voldemort's stronghold?" Wormtail nearly in tears "I don't know! It's under a Fidelus charm!" Harry waved his wand muttering a tracking spell. "We'll talk more later, I'm not done with you, and you still have much to answer for. My parents, Sirius, Remus...Ginny. You will die for your crimes. But not now, not before you betray your master!" With that Harry left his prisoner, he hadn't made it out of the room before he felt a familiar tug behind his navel.
A very powerful bludgeoning charm slammed into the back of Harry's head, it would have killed a lesser wizard. As Harry succumbed to the darkness he noticed that there was someone who looked strangely like him unconscious on the couch of the pleasant living room he had been transported to.
Harry Potter, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat behind his desk. He ran a hand through the shock of white hair that now accented his unruly black mop. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the candlelight of his office as he read a report from his spy, Severus Snape. It detailed four Death Eater attacks in the next two weeks, Harry knew that only one of them would actually happen and that if the order showed up at the flukes Severus's position as spy would be compromised. Harry sighed and rubbed his tired eyes, he had no need for glasses. One of the gifts Dumbledore left him, even in death the old man had done all he could to help his young charge. He sighed pushing his chair back and stepping out from behind the desk, he took out his new wand, when Dumbledore's power had fused with Harry's own, his wand became partly incompatible as there were now two magical cores within the Boy-Who-Lived so he had taken both his and Dumbledore's wand to Ollivander to see if he could merge them. Harry sighed sadly looking at the wand in his hand, a strong pang of grief nearly overtaking him.
A soft trill came from the open window as Fawkes flew in and landed on his perch, he trilled softly in greeting and Harry smiled slightly. "Hello, Fawkes." The bird responded but Harry never heard him as he felt a soft pull behind his navel, he blinked in surprise as he landed in a pleasantly furnished living room already occupied by two people who looked a lot like him and a small dome that he immediately recognized as a ghost ward. Someone raised a hand with the intent of firing a powerful stunner at the new arrival. "That won't be necessary. I don't plan on leaving just yet." With that Harry sat down in a comfortable arm chair and conjured a cup of tea.
Harry Potter trudged grumpily down the wet sidewalk towards his car. Today had been a bad day, first his sparring partner completely kicked his arse and then he had to do an incredible amount of paper work just because he blew up a facility in Romania. On top of that, it was raining and he was pretty certain that his new business suit was ruined. Upon reaching his car he searched his pockets for his car keys all the while grumbling something about "Bloody MI6, got the job done, didn't I? Who cares about property damage, it's not like we have to pay for it." As he was about to unlock his car he felt an unfamiliar tug behind his navel.
Harry Potter fainted in shock as he had never traveled by portkey before, after all as a squib he only knew that the Wizarding world existed and that Voldemort, some evil man, had killed his parents and left him with a scar on his forehead. He never even noticed the three other men who looked suspiciously like him, two of which were out cold, the third talking jovially to an elderly looking man.
Author's Note: Thanks to the wonderful Lady Padfoot for all the help.