Summary - A new prophesies of great power and a new alliance has been made many centuries ago. Now the five whom are the subject of this prophecy must learn of new friendships, love, sights and powers.
Pairings - I am going to keep with J.K Rowling plot of Harry and Ginny but the other 2 relationships in this story will be different to the books. There will be no slash.
Other Notes - This story will be hopefully novel length, I'm also looking for some lovely betas to make sure I don't make any painful grammatical or spelling mistakes! There will be various themes integrated in this fiction, Harry will be super powerful, but it will need work.
Blanket Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or places. Only that which you do not recognise from the books is owned by me.
The Unknown Alliance – Chapter 6
"But you seem to have forgotten something…." he continued low and and dangerously, nearly coming out as a feral growl.
"Me."
The town went silent. A gust of wind blew the trees nearby breaking the silence with a beautiful rustling sound of nature mixing with the rush of water from the nearby fountain. Harry quickly pushed forward his hands, causing his palms to face out from his body, and moved the slowly circling his body/ A pulsing gray light flared in his hands simultaneously encasing himself and the death-eaters in a tomb-like shield. Moving his let foot forward Harry slipped into a formidable battle stance. Ahead the death-eaters whispered to each other through clenched teeth, their hearts beating a mile a minute in fear. They knew they should have nothing to fear but this boy scared them. The shield itself had proven his power. Even Remus gasped at the murderous countenance of Harry, his eyes were burning ferocious emerald, his pitch black hair contrasting sharply with his deathly pale skin. His rich green robes giving him an unmistakable ambiance of wealth and aristocracy whilst his glowing palms were a strong indication of the power the boy wielded. Not to mention the fire licking his un-harmed body. He looked like a daemon rising from the underworld.
The street lamps flickered desperately before plunging the violent street into impenetrable darkness. Shrill screams followed from the terrified citizens huddled a few meters behind the death-eaters. Harry swore at his forgetfulness and quickly muttered a few words under his breath and at his command the shield encompassed those few remaining in the firing range. The death-eaters had seemed to gather some courage as they were cackling as they advanced menacingly towards Harry, raising their gleaming wands held in white gloved hands. The spread out into a horseshoe shape. Harry stayed perfectly still, he had a feeling he knew what was coming next.
"I think you will regret interrupting our play-time" growled one of the masked men. The voice seemed familiar to Harry but he dismissed it. He heard a rapid count,
"One, two, THREE!" roared a man to his left and almost immediately torrents of freezing water rushed out in a extinguishing wave towards Harry. Time seemed to slow down as he vaulted himself over the crawling wave and landed a few meters behind the death-eaters. He hadn't even needed to use magic. He smirked as the water hit the tarmac, steam rising from the spot he had once stood. Roars echoed from the death-eater's mouths as they realised he had missed their attack.
"I'm sure after all that hard work you'd like to sit by the fire and warm up a little" sneered Harry, his voice drifting to the death-eaters who only turned in time to see Harry push out his hands and a furious blast of blue flames engulf their bodies. Some who were quick thinking brought up a quick shield but still managed to become slightly crispy. Only 8 remained. The rest incinerated just moments before. A death eater who was possibly the most skilled out of the bunch, mirrored Harry's stance. Fury burning in his eyes he levitated the over-turned car and sent it plummeting towards the fragile body of the mere sixteen year old. Harry swatted it aside, sending it catapulting into the side of a nearby building. An sickening crunch echoed in the pause as the death-eater stared at the now obliterated car and wall.
"Not good enough." he simply growled before lashing out with inhuman speed and shattering both knees of his opponents. Screaming and flailing as he hit the ground, clutching his bloody leg, one more death-eater fell as Harry twitched a finger and bound him with sky blue ropes. The other seven in a panic started firing countless curses. Remus watched in avid fascination as Harry at a leisurely, confident and almost obnoxious speed walked towards each man, dodging the beams of light somehow and taking them down with brutal and amazing accuracy. The last man standing tried to run, he got about 20 metres before he found Harry standing before him.
"Bu-But how?" he stammered, curiosity over-whelming him. Harry smiled almost gently,
"When you wake up, you will tell your master that the Son of the Proeliator has returned He will know what you mean." he whispered before the remaining death-eater crumpled to the ground in a profound faint. Harry killed the aura shining around him and walked off towards Remus. It was time to clean up this mess.
Remus legs shook as he lifted himself from his hiding place, hurried whispers were being transmitted over the radio in his ear as his comrades discussed the spectacle they had just witness. It was almost impossible. 'Harry can't be that powerful...' thought the werewolf as he blinked in the now illuminated street.
"What the hell has happened?" he muttered.
A group of exhausted Order members stumbled into the kitchen covered from head to toe in dust, blood and grime. Lead by a strangely composed Harry Potter. Immediately Hermione ran at him and engulfed him in a massive hug. The teenage boy blushed slightly before easing her off him. Draco raised a hand from where he was drinking his coffee and Ron stood and gave him a pat on the back,
"Glad you are alright, mate" he gruffly said before sidling back to his space.
Mrs Weasley started fussing over him until he submitted to her incessant worries and sat down for a bowl of warming stew.
"What happened?" she asked anxiously, fumbling with the ends of her pink and white stripped apron.
"We arrived and the death-eaters had started to infiltrate the town. We quickly round up the majority of them in the main square but we were out numbered. Harry here then took them on..." trailed off Mr Weasley, gazing at Harry with a mixture of awe and confusion.
"He managed to get them all." he said slowly and quietly.
"But darling, how? He's only a 16 year old boy!" exclaimed Molly as if Harry were not present.
Most of the Order were now staring at Harry. Draco, Hermione, Ginny and Ron were surveying him sa if he were a fine piece of art. Feeling uncomfortable Harry announced awkwardly, "I'm..I'm going to bed...Night all."
He left the kitchen and almost immediately heard the stories begin to flourish. It would cause so much explanation and questions, something Harry didn't want to happen just yet. He cringed before heading upstairs to clean himself up a little.
The next morning he was receiving curious looks from almost everyone in Grimmauld Place. Harry could barely take so he decided the best thing would be to go check out some things in Diagon Alley. Leaving a note on the hallway table Harry stepped out into the dirty air of the backside of London. Sighing he apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. As usual Tom the barman stood in his pride of place behind the bar.
"Alright Harry!" he shouted over the crowd, waving slightly. Harry flicked up his hood in the hopes he wouldn't be noticed so easily and made his way over to the bald man.
"Morning Tom, How have you been?" he asked amiably,
"Not so bad lad, Not so bad. What brings you here at this time of the day? Most of the Hogwarts kid leave it to the mid afternoon!" he chuckled slightly at the vampirish sleeping habits of teenagers.
"I'm here on business. I was wondering if you could do me an important favour?" he asked gently, flashing a charming smile.
"Ai, Why wouldn't I? Name it!" cheerfully replied Tom before setting down the sparkling glass he had been polishing and leant in on his rough hands his ear cocked and eyes serious,
"The Dark Lord is on the rise again, I am sure you know that..." began Harry,
"Bad times it is Harry," agreed Tom softly
"Well if you could just keep an ear out for anything interesting which may pass through your doors I would be grateful" said Harry shooting a meaningful look at Tom.
"No problem." nodded Tome seriously,
"Thanks, Got to go Tom, Be In later" called Harry as he made his way to the back door.
Sighing in the sunlight Harry pressed his palm to the stones of the brick wall. Feeling for the magical signature he integrated his own into it and submitted a keyword aligned to his own.
"Enter." he commanded and the wall opened up. It saved remembering the combination of the wand tapping.
Diagon Alley was full of business on the sunny Wednesday, witches were dragging husbands and children hither and thither. Smells wafted through the air from the various food stalls lining the cobbled street and Harry's mouth watered. He made his way to the enormous white building of Gringotts, ignoring the enchanted warning in the entrance he entered the shining marble lobby. Walking up to the first free desk he was, he addressed the rather hairy goblin sitting behind it.
"Excuse but I would like to visit my vaults and have a meeting with a financial and real estate adviser." he said clearly.
The goblin looked up, looking disgruntled that he was interrupted from his work.
"I will assign you a goblin and you will be lead to a private room were you may discuss your financial and hereditary status in confidence" he said grumpily before pressing a button placed in the surface of the mahogany desk. A pudgy young-looking goblin appeared beside Harry.
"Please assist Lord Potter to a consultation room, Margoc" commanded the elder Goblin.
"Follow me sir" announced Margoc, Harry complied and soon they were walking through marble hallways to a small office richly furnished with fine wooden furniture and paintings. Settling himself in the seat Harry smiled as the small goblin climbed proudly onto a similarly designed chair.
"Morning Lord Potter, I will be your financial advisor for your accounts. Firstly we will do a test to find the full family tree and assets. It makes the process faster and I find it is also quite interesting for the client. Also this process binds the clients to his properties and vaults, a security measure. Will you like me to proceed?"
"Yes thank you, I find this quite interesting" said Harry with a smile, at the age of 16 he was already quite a business man. Margoc nodded before disappearing out of the door a short time and returning with a sheaf of parchment, a pin and a vial of deep purple liquid. Harry recognised the liquid as the corpus anima argento potion. A simple concoction designed to list the titles obtained, assets, skills and family of a particular person. Extremely helpful in will-readings and weddings.
"Lord, please prick your finger and let four drops fall to the center of the page."
Harry did as he was told, not noticing the sharpened metal piercing his skin. The crimson blood stained the page and Margoc dropped four drops of the corpus anima argento potion onto each of the corners. The parchment glowed as the blood separated it self once again into four droplets, each joining a corresponding corner and disappearing leaving no mark. An invisible hand began to scribe in emerald green ink identical to his eyes, Harry smiled at the personal touch. The Lord and the accountant sat back and began to discuss the ongoing events of the wizardly world whilst the potion did it's work. After around an hour it had finished. Harry pulled the parchment towards him and spied some interesting names, the names Ravenclaw and Gryffindor appeared early on in the script. Harry wasn't surprised at this at all. The Potters were a pure blood family so it would only be logical that they were related to one of the most prominent pure blood wizards and witches in history. There was a scattering of vampires, three werewolves and two dark lords. The tree ending with his name nestled beneath Lilly Potter (Evans) and James Potter. He smiled again at his parents names. Moving through the parchment he found the page listing his titles. He looked at the top three with no surpise. The third one was thought to be a myth to the wizardly world. But Harry knew differently.
Harry James Potter II :
Lord of Potter House
Lord of Black House
Lord Proeliator
Following those came a multitude of family names he had no recognition of. He said so to the goblin,
"Lord Potter you are a very famous wizard, loved my most. It is only natural that you would be named as the sole heir to some. Also there is the declining familial expansion in the last few hundred years within the wizard society therefore many families have amalgamated in a way causing more titles to be passed down through generations." Harry nodded in understanding. His eyes were distracted by the list of skill he was found to have. There were a fair few interesting ones but he was sure he knew all of them. His 12 years training had unveiled the majority of them. Moving onto the next list he surveyed the properties he owned around the world. This will come in handy.
Rome
Dublin
Belfast
Auckland
Prague
London
Glasgow
Hogsmeade
Cornwall
Paris
New York
Switzerland
Normandy
Yorkshire
Buckinghamshire
The list went on. Harry gaped at it.
"Wh-which property is the largest? For example has a large estate and residence as well as being secure?" stammered Harry trying to focus his brain onto his original plan.
"That would be your estate in the French Alps. It is situated in a large valley hidden from the world with access only from the master of the lodgings" read Margoc from the records he had just extracted from a wooden cabinet.
"What condition is it in?" asked Harry curious about his new-found chateau.
"It is being maintained by house-elves my Lord, as if the majority of your properties except for the one of the London locations and a small house in the north of England."
"Thats good" said Harry mainly to himself. "Can you assign someone to restore and refurnish properties which are in need of updating? Or will I have to do that myself?"
"No, we can do that as well as hire you a full time over-seer of your assets."
"Thankyou, I have to go now. I will be in touch soon regarding some important matters"
"Yes sir."
Harry was soon escorted to the exit. Happy to be in the sunlight again Harry went and bout a tall glass of chocolate and vanilla ice cream and savoured it as he thought over his plans. It would be interesting indeed to see the reaction of the order.
Some hours later Harry arrived back at Grimmauld Place. He dropped off some of his purchases, changed from sweaty robes and grabbed his broom. He had just stepped into the roaring green fire as he turned to see a Weasley walking in and shout
"Harry! Where the hell are you disappearing to now!"
He laughed at who he now recognised as Ginny and waved cheekily back at her before being swept away to Hogsmeade.
He arrived and walked briskly up to the shining gates of Hogwarts. The school towered over the small village in all its splendour, the hundreds of windows glinting in the sunlight and towers majestically jutting out. He made it up to the front door of the renowned school before the massive oak doors creaked open and there was the headmaster looking quite curious.
"Harry, may I know what you are doing here for such an impromptu visit?" he asked, his voice rumbling within the aged throat and his eyes dimly twinkling. The 'greatest wizard' in the world was currently wearing an almost average green cloak with yellow bumblebees dotted over it.
"I am here to discuss our next step in the war, now may we go up to your office?"
"Of course follow me." said Albus, his curiosity peaked, what could Harry offer the Light? Where the reports true?
A bit of a boring chapter to establish a basis for the next and most progressive part of the story!
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