Catcher
A/N; Things are going to get interesting. That's all I have to say!
Chapter 7; Betrayal
{Atlanta}
Harry was walking to dinner, his mind caught in a re-run of his dream last night, his dream was completely dark, but he had felt Ron and Hermione there like their very minds were with him. He could have sworn it was real. He could feel that they were desperate to find him. He could feel their despair at his disappearance. He had sent them regret, he felt safe and protected, he was happy and he hoped that they had felt it and would get on with their lives until he returned. What he didn't know was that they had also felt his pain and anger towards Voldemort and a longing to kill him. They had felt that he was in pain, was happy and wanted to kill. Not a good combination.
He had felt their love for each other and he wished them well, but they didn't need to look for him, and it was futile and he hoped that if it was real the contact wouldn't count as breaking the rules and get him in trouble with his teachers and superiors. With that thought he left his current thoughts and took into account his surroundings and recognised absolutely nothing.
"Damn," he muttered to himself. He was lost. He walked back the way he thought he had come but got no results, he had walked fifteen minutes in the wrong direction. He realised he was late for his meeting with Valice and Alandria in the gift training room. He had really messed up. He could call for help but he had his pride, so he walked up to the glass window to see what he could see. He leaned against it with his palms and pressed close to see outside. He just got a glimpse of the rolling docks just before the building sloped around the side out of sight. Bliss hit him as a feeling he had only twice felt came to him. The first time in the transportation room and then when he had found himself outside.
He felt the wind and spray, light against the glass and as before felt a slight rush. This time he kept his eyes firmly open and could see the domes intricate patterns rush by on his right. He stopped at the docks, just where he had been looking.
He took in the sight almost immediately. The great tall ships swaying slightly moored up to the wide floating walkways. Three of the most beautiful ships he had ever come across. All wooden, highly polished, with the same golden patterns swirling around the hull of the ships. Each ship had a different figurehead. One of what he assumed was a mermaid. Another of a dolphin and the last was of a great beast that he quickly realised was a sea dragon like the ones that swam or flew near the base sometimes. It's great wings curved back far around the sides. Each ship had great masts with white sails seated neatly on the yards. The smaller two with three tall masts and the larger one, the one that boasted the Sea Dragon had four great mast and was slightly longer and higher then the other two.
He stared at the wooden giants in front of him. But was quickly broken out of his reverie when a shrill cry echoed from the docks. He looked at the figure that had made the noise and realised that someone had actually seen him. Without being able to control himself he floated forwards to meet the person just because he was looking at them. The woman that had seen him and the group whose attention had been drawn were all Atlantians and not members of the order. They didn't know him. They pulled out their wands and aimed at him.
"Oh God," he thought when he tried to speak and discovered that he was too stunned to say anything. A curse shot towards him. Before he could do anything it hit him. Harry felt nothing, the shot went through him.
He wished he were safe in the training room with his mentors and friends. He saw five curses fly towards him. He screwed his eyes up tight and waited for the inevitable. It didn't come. He cautiously opened his eyes to see two faces feet from him. He collapsed back into the chair behind him as he realised his wish was true. He was safe in the training room. Well as safe as he could be with his two friends. He saw their curious faces and fell into his day's story.
* * *
{Somewhere in Scotland}
A great base lay before the hooded figure, it was hidden from normal eyes between two hills leading down to the ocean. A loch lay between the hills and the base was covered with buildings up to the water. Several black shapes sat defenseless at mooring. Powerful hunters in their own environment, under the great oceans of the world. Powerless to his attack. He could destroy the base with no damage to himself even with the many armed muggle guards that could decimate a Wizarding army and only leave torn bodies behind. Another thing made this attack better, he could feel the eyes of the Hogwarts Headmaster as the old man looked on from his office. Perfect. At least one person would know of his return.
"Or should I say 'his' return!" He thought to himself, as he moved down the hill. And caught the attention of the guards. All hell broke lose.
* * *
{Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office}
The Headmaster had called up Hermione and Ron when the charmed dish in front of him had shown that it had read Harry Potter's Magical Signature. It was their right to see this. They had flooed up to the office at his request and they watched in horror as the blacked cloaked man tore apart the muggle submarine base.
Hermione lent into her boyfriend as the sound of a nuclear submarine exploding came through the dish. Albus Dumbledore quickly silenced it slightly but the sound of muggle bullets could still be heard clearly.
"Who is this, Sir?" Ron asked weakly, he hadn't told them at first because he didn't want to believe it.
"You have the right to know this, I believe the ministry is probably watching this also and tomorrow I will be informing the school of this and certain precautions." He paused thinking of the muggle airfield he had to tell the students about. There was no remaining twinkle in his eyes. "It's Harry!"
* * *
{Somewhere in Scotland}
He laughed as a group of men hurled themselves out of a doorway, automatic machine guns opened up at him, and he almost saw the small metal object fly towards him. They screeched as they hit a solid shield two feet from him. The bullets flew back to the muggles, spraying the group of British Soldiers with white hot metal rounds.
His eyes turned to the last of the great underwater war machines, so much power he thought. His mind lanced out to find the high explosives he knew were in the torpedoes and when he knew he had them, he thought of fire and instantly a huge roar threw most of the living compound members back as at least ten high explosive torpedoes sunk their carrier to the bottom of the loch. True devastation.
A soft throbbing sound caught the man's attention and he looked up to see four shiny black aircraft, slowly moving towards him. He smirked as he recognised the helicopters. They flew at him. They had obviously chosen to take no chances. Four flashes could be seen in the light thrown from whatever lights were still working in the base. Four missiles that would be able to almost cripple Hogwarts defenses. They flew at him.
The Navy Pilots, Ministry of Magic and the three seated in Hogwarts thought that this was the death of the man. They watched the slim missiles fly towards him. He reached out with his hands and blood red light glimmered around his hands. The two closest missiles glared red and twitched. The two pilots registered navigational failure on their weapons screen. The man smashed his hands together in front of his face and the two missiles changed course on command. They hit mid air, and exploded sending a shock wave across the compound, leveling the buildings under it. The last two missiles flew through the smoke and debris unaffected and continued on towards the man. Just when the onlookers thought they had him the missiles glared red again and split passing the man by mere feet throwing the man backwards twenty feet and nearly killing him with the slipstream they created. The pilots banked as they realised what had happened aided by the high pitched bleeps of their radar's warning them of the missiles.
The missiles circled round and closed onto their slow moving original masters and exploded turning both helicopters into bright fireballs before they spun out of control and hit the ground. The last two war machines banked sharply and fled to tell of the tale.
The onlookers, tears in their eyes turned their attention back to the man on the ground. He drew himself up to stand proudly and seemed to glance around at the devastation he had created. He threw down his hood and his laugh hit the onlookers like a blast to the heart. Especially his old friends and mentor. Harry Potter, their supposed Saviour. Then he was gone in a blaze of white fire after appearing to look at those watching him.
* * *
A/N; Slightly shorter this time but I have had lots of work to do at college. Everyone knows that problem. Thanks to MaidenMasherV, Ashione, and Yana5. Unfortunately for you I can't answer any of the questions in the reviews, it would spoil the fun. My fun anyway. (Evil laugh.) Just to say the Harry on Earth is Evil!! Judging what he just did, I would have to say VERY evil. Look forward to the reviews.
A/N; Things are going to get interesting. That's all I have to say!
Chapter 7; Betrayal
{Atlanta}
Harry was walking to dinner, his mind caught in a re-run of his dream last night, his dream was completely dark, but he had felt Ron and Hermione there like their very minds were with him. He could have sworn it was real. He could feel that they were desperate to find him. He could feel their despair at his disappearance. He had sent them regret, he felt safe and protected, he was happy and he hoped that they had felt it and would get on with their lives until he returned. What he didn't know was that they had also felt his pain and anger towards Voldemort and a longing to kill him. They had felt that he was in pain, was happy and wanted to kill. Not a good combination.
He had felt their love for each other and he wished them well, but they didn't need to look for him, and it was futile and he hoped that if it was real the contact wouldn't count as breaking the rules and get him in trouble with his teachers and superiors. With that thought he left his current thoughts and took into account his surroundings and recognised absolutely nothing.
"Damn," he muttered to himself. He was lost. He walked back the way he thought he had come but got no results, he had walked fifteen minutes in the wrong direction. He realised he was late for his meeting with Valice and Alandria in the gift training room. He had really messed up. He could call for help but he had his pride, so he walked up to the glass window to see what he could see. He leaned against it with his palms and pressed close to see outside. He just got a glimpse of the rolling docks just before the building sloped around the side out of sight. Bliss hit him as a feeling he had only twice felt came to him. The first time in the transportation room and then when he had found himself outside.
He felt the wind and spray, light against the glass and as before felt a slight rush. This time he kept his eyes firmly open and could see the domes intricate patterns rush by on his right. He stopped at the docks, just where he had been looking.
He took in the sight almost immediately. The great tall ships swaying slightly moored up to the wide floating walkways. Three of the most beautiful ships he had ever come across. All wooden, highly polished, with the same golden patterns swirling around the hull of the ships. Each ship had a different figurehead. One of what he assumed was a mermaid. Another of a dolphin and the last was of a great beast that he quickly realised was a sea dragon like the ones that swam or flew near the base sometimes. It's great wings curved back far around the sides. Each ship had great masts with white sails seated neatly on the yards. The smaller two with three tall masts and the larger one, the one that boasted the Sea Dragon had four great mast and was slightly longer and higher then the other two.
He stared at the wooden giants in front of him. But was quickly broken out of his reverie when a shrill cry echoed from the docks. He looked at the figure that had made the noise and realised that someone had actually seen him. Without being able to control himself he floated forwards to meet the person just because he was looking at them. The woman that had seen him and the group whose attention had been drawn were all Atlantians and not members of the order. They didn't know him. They pulled out their wands and aimed at him.
"Oh God," he thought when he tried to speak and discovered that he was too stunned to say anything. A curse shot towards him. Before he could do anything it hit him. Harry felt nothing, the shot went through him.
He wished he were safe in the training room with his mentors and friends. He saw five curses fly towards him. He screwed his eyes up tight and waited for the inevitable. It didn't come. He cautiously opened his eyes to see two faces feet from him. He collapsed back into the chair behind him as he realised his wish was true. He was safe in the training room. Well as safe as he could be with his two friends. He saw their curious faces and fell into his day's story.
* * *
{Somewhere in Scotland}
A great base lay before the hooded figure, it was hidden from normal eyes between two hills leading down to the ocean. A loch lay between the hills and the base was covered with buildings up to the water. Several black shapes sat defenseless at mooring. Powerful hunters in their own environment, under the great oceans of the world. Powerless to his attack. He could destroy the base with no damage to himself even with the many armed muggle guards that could decimate a Wizarding army and only leave torn bodies behind. Another thing made this attack better, he could feel the eyes of the Hogwarts Headmaster as the old man looked on from his office. Perfect. At least one person would know of his return.
"Or should I say 'his' return!" He thought to himself, as he moved down the hill. And caught the attention of the guards. All hell broke lose.
* * *
{Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office}
The Headmaster had called up Hermione and Ron when the charmed dish in front of him had shown that it had read Harry Potter's Magical Signature. It was their right to see this. They had flooed up to the office at his request and they watched in horror as the blacked cloaked man tore apart the muggle submarine base.
Hermione lent into her boyfriend as the sound of a nuclear submarine exploding came through the dish. Albus Dumbledore quickly silenced it slightly but the sound of muggle bullets could still be heard clearly.
"Who is this, Sir?" Ron asked weakly, he hadn't told them at first because he didn't want to believe it.
"You have the right to know this, I believe the ministry is probably watching this also and tomorrow I will be informing the school of this and certain precautions." He paused thinking of the muggle airfield he had to tell the students about. There was no remaining twinkle in his eyes. "It's Harry!"
* * *
{Somewhere in Scotland}
He laughed as a group of men hurled themselves out of a doorway, automatic machine guns opened up at him, and he almost saw the small metal object fly towards him. They screeched as they hit a solid shield two feet from him. The bullets flew back to the muggles, spraying the group of British Soldiers with white hot metal rounds.
His eyes turned to the last of the great underwater war machines, so much power he thought. His mind lanced out to find the high explosives he knew were in the torpedoes and when he knew he had them, he thought of fire and instantly a huge roar threw most of the living compound members back as at least ten high explosive torpedoes sunk their carrier to the bottom of the loch. True devastation.
A soft throbbing sound caught the man's attention and he looked up to see four shiny black aircraft, slowly moving towards him. He smirked as he recognised the helicopters. They flew at him. They had obviously chosen to take no chances. Four flashes could be seen in the light thrown from whatever lights were still working in the base. Four missiles that would be able to almost cripple Hogwarts defenses. They flew at him.
The Navy Pilots, Ministry of Magic and the three seated in Hogwarts thought that this was the death of the man. They watched the slim missiles fly towards him. He reached out with his hands and blood red light glimmered around his hands. The two closest missiles glared red and twitched. The two pilots registered navigational failure on their weapons screen. The man smashed his hands together in front of his face and the two missiles changed course on command. They hit mid air, and exploded sending a shock wave across the compound, leveling the buildings under it. The last two missiles flew through the smoke and debris unaffected and continued on towards the man. Just when the onlookers thought they had him the missiles glared red again and split passing the man by mere feet throwing the man backwards twenty feet and nearly killing him with the slipstream they created. The pilots banked as they realised what had happened aided by the high pitched bleeps of their radar's warning them of the missiles.
The missiles circled round and closed onto their slow moving original masters and exploded turning both helicopters into bright fireballs before they spun out of control and hit the ground. The last two war machines banked sharply and fled to tell of the tale.
The onlookers, tears in their eyes turned their attention back to the man on the ground. He drew himself up to stand proudly and seemed to glance around at the devastation he had created. He threw down his hood and his laugh hit the onlookers like a blast to the heart. Especially his old friends and mentor. Harry Potter, their supposed Saviour. Then he was gone in a blaze of white fire after appearing to look at those watching him.
* * *
A/N; Slightly shorter this time but I have had lots of work to do at college. Everyone knows that problem. Thanks to MaidenMasherV, Ashione, and Yana5. Unfortunately for you I can't answer any of the questions in the reviews, it would spoil the fun. My fun anyway. (Evil laugh.) Just to say the Harry on Earth is Evil!! Judging what he just did, I would have to say VERY evil. Look forward to the reviews.