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"Harry Potter's Anger, Pain, And Revenge"
Chapter 2 "Work The Plan"
When Harry got back, Vernon was they Dorkley's were just sitting in front of the telly. Harry threw Vernon 50 quid, "Here's a fifty, is that enough for you to piss off outta my business?"
"Thats even enough for me to not say anything about your attitude." Vernon said as he quickly put the money in his wallet.
Dudley just looked surprised, and then annoyed. He wanted in on the action. "Hey freak, let me have some money too."
"You'll get money when you earn it, and calling someone who is your superior a freak isn't a good way to start." a fed up Harry said as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Dudley.
"You can't use magick, they'll expel you." Dudley was getting a little scared and when he looked at his father who gave him a 'you got yourself into that one' look. he really got scared. "I'm sorry Harry." He said a little forced.
"Not very sincere Dud, and in case you're wondering, I really don't care too much about them expelling me anymore. You wouldn't believe how many times they have looked the other way."
Harry then went to his room and pulled out his trunk and transfigured it back to normal. He opened the first lock and pulled out a muggle sowing machine, top of the line, a varied supple of cloth, a new computer, a boom box, and quite a collection of CD's.
After he had everything set up as best he could in his tiny room, he put in a few CD's, it was a multidisk player. Then he started making some new robes. He didn't want to be seen at Madame Malkins, and needed a disguise to go into Knockturn Alley.
Dudley heard the music coming from Harry's room as he went by. Without knocking he just went in, but Harry was really quick and Dudley found himself face to face with the tip of Harry's wand.
"Not a good idea DUD." Harry said, not lowering his wand. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to see where the music was coming from, Jeese, your stuff's better than mine, where did you get it all?"
"Dudley, why are you so fucking dense?" Harry asked finally lowering his wand. "I got this stuff at the store. I got money and I'm tired of being the good little boy everyone expects. All that did was get people I cared about dead. So now I'm taking matters into my own hands, I'm gonna kill that fuck that offed my parents and my godfather, and woe to anyone who gets in my way."
Dudley was a little shocked to say the least. Harry had grown a backbone and then some. Perhaps he could help him and get some of that money. Bullying was bullying, but money was money. "Can I help, and maybe get some money?"
"Thats better Dud, think with your wallet, that I can use, just don't...get...greedy. Here," Harry handed him some cloth with pins in it. "begin sowing my new robes, the patterns all laid out. If you can manage it without mucking it up, I'll give ya a twenty, I know it'll be hard seeing as you had your cronies doing all your homework, but I think you can manage." Harry new Dud wasn't totally stupid, he just didn't have any practise using his brain. A small bit of encouragement should do the trick.
Harry then plug the phone wire into the computer after giving his aunt an uncle a ten each to stay off the phone so he could get on the net. But just in case they conveniently forgot, he disconnected all of the phones so he could use the net in piece. Once online, he used low untraceable levels of magickal energy coming from his hands to improve his research and surfing speed. He was able to hack into several servers to get the info he needed. Mostly American, FBI and ATF servers. He was pleased when he was done. Nobody would approve of him using his magick in this way to make money, but as long as he was careful and only dealt with muggles in America, He would never get caught. Besides helping drug lords and the like to kill each other off could be quite a noble effort in someone's eyes.
"You done Yet Dud?" Harry had been on the net for three hours. His magick helped but too much magick would have fried the computer.
"All finished Harry, pay up." Dudley said, proud that he did something useful for once.
"One moment, I have to try it on first you silly git." Harry tried it on. "Son of a bitch, it fits." then he pulled the hood up and looked in the mirror, it was perfect, he could see clearly but only his chin was visible, no one would recognize him. "Excellent work Dudley, think you can handle making a couple more? I might even give you a bonus on ;the next two, the patterns are right there." he said pointing to a stack of paper on the floor behind the machine.
"What about my money for that one?" Dudley nearly begged.
"Alright, here. And here's half for the next two." Harry said handing him two twentys.
Dudley's eyes got big, he was really making money. "I'll get them done as soon as I can." he said, eager to get more money.
'What an easily manipulatable putz' Harry thought as he took off the robe, transfigured his trunk again and put it in his pocket. These Dursleys were finally serving a purpose, but they might betray him in the future, hopefully Knockturn Alley would provide a solution.
Harry went down to the kitchen to find Aunt Petunia getting ready to make dinner. "Any chance you could be civil enough to make a decent meal for your only nephew?"
"whats come over you Harry? You're like a different person these days. It doesn't seem like you to manipulate those two like that." she said in an almost civil tone.
Harry was puzzled at this, Petunia had never been this nice. "Better question, why are you being so nice?" was his response.
"I made a promise to Dumbledore when you were left on our doorstep. I was reminded of that by the people who brought you back home this last time."
Hmmm Harry thought to himself, her being nice is one thing, but she might alert Dumbledore, that would never do. Better come up with an excuse, best to elaborate on the truth, a lie would be too hard to remember later, not to mention he would need a good lie if she were to buy it. "It's just that I can't take them anymore, not after losing Sirius. This just seemed easier than making friends, after this last year, I was just too tired to bother. Plus you guys never gave me anything, so I decided to console myself over his death a little."
It worked, especially the last part, a little guilt never hurt. It was true anyways, for the most part, Sirius' death still hurt. But Harry wouldn't let himself be crippled by it. He needed to focus on the tasks at hand.
Petunia had actually looked guilty as she turned and made dinner, enough for everyone this time. Harry actually got full on Privet drive for the first time in his life. Turning bullies into servants was proving to be a lot fun. He could hardly wait to get started on the deatheaters, the ones he didn't kill that is.
The next day after a good breakfast with his servant family, Harry made his way to Knockturn Alley. He had put on his new robe before going into the Leaky cauldron. Didn't want to alert Tom too much, no matter what he had said earlier.
Last night after dinner Harry realised the he still might give the appearance of being to young despite his face not being seen so he decided to change it slightly. He had been shaving for the last year, but would like a beard, so like he did the same thing he did when he was little and got a bad haircut, he used a little magickal concentration and made a short yet thick goatee grow overnight. He also grew his hair out the same way. Didn't want to look like the good little boy either. His hair was always messy so why bother cutting it anymore. Just because people are so shallow to think some people need to look a certain way to be respectable? Bullshit, besides Dumbledore's hair and beard were very respectable in Harry's opinion. So now Harry's hair was about as long as Snape's but not greasy. It didn't stick out in odd ways either, the weight of the hair now caused it to lay more properly. Really why did people cut their hair at all Harry had wondered. Polite society? Bullshit again Harry had thought.
His Aunt and Uncle were shocked when they saw him in the morning, a neatly trimmed goatee and hair, while long, was laying down for once. They didn't comment though. They wanted to stay out of Harry's business, which was fine with Harry.
Harry made his way down the street looking at all of the different shops. He spied what appeared to be a bookstore and went in.
A wizard of about fifty with graying hair was sitting behind a counter reading. He looked up when Harry walked in. He didn't seem worried about Harry's appearance, probably got lots of people who didn't want to be seen in here.
Harry started looking at all the books. "Anything in particular you looking for?" The wizard asked, appearing bored.
Harry had practised for an hour night before making his voice sound lower and menacing without being forced. It was kinda easy, he just used is anger as fuel and it worked. Harry needed to check something first, and nearly scared the old man when he walked over and grabbed his left arm a pushed up the sleeve, revealing an unmarked forearm.
"What the? Let go that hurts." Harry hadn't realised just how strong he had become, his grip in particular due to quidditch. He found he liked having physical power too, not just magickal.
"Just checking for the dark mark, I've got my own agenda, don't need Voldemort mucking it up. He said the dark lords name with particular emphasis to show he wasn't afraid of him. The bookseller, on the other hand, had winced at the name.
"I need a book shall we say, that might describe how to circumvent the ministry's prying eyes in my own house. Perhaps a book on potions that civilised folk have no need for as well." Harry spoke calmly and forcefully. There would be no doubt of Harry's power to this man.
"What makes you think I would have such books? You just might work for the ministry, take down your hood, if you've nothing to hide."
"I never said I had nothing to hide, I do, just like most people who come to Knockturn Alley. I assure you, I am NOT from the ministry, those fools are part of the reason someone I cared about died."
The bookseller just looked at Harry, trying to figure if he was telling the truth. He got a look of recognition on his face. "Oh my, you're Harry Potter."
"Dammit" Harry exclaimed."How? dammit how? You can't see my face." Harry said taking down the hood.
"Wow, you don't look like your pictures, but it's not enough, and don't worry, Harry I won't tell."
"What was it blast it? How do I block it?" Harry said with anger
"I have a foeglass, and I saw your eyes before you came in, then I put it together from what you said." Harry was now getting really pissed, at himself mostly. How could th boy who lived ever hide. Maybe he should just scramble this guy's memory and leave. The bookseller saw this and tried to diffuse the situation. "It's an easy fix Harry, in fact I can do it myself if you like."
"Why would you help me? The boy who lived keeps getting himself into trouble, and the ministry plus Dumbledore wouldn't like you helping him cause more trouble."
"Trouble eh? Thats a laugh. Remember where you are lad, Knockturn Alley. While there may be some bad elements around here, most of us are decent folk who don't like how the ministry's been doin since before the dark lord came to power, not to mention the bungles since. A lot of us think Dumbledore is too goody goody, and we think that's why Voldemort got as much power as he did, the first time, and why he's getting more power so quickly now."
The man went in back for a few minutes and then came out with a two very large books. "A lot of us in the underground know about the prophecy and how you're the only one that can kill him. But he's gonna find out soon, if he doesn't already know. Let me tell you, a lot of us will sleep easier knowing you're finally taking things in your own hands."
Harry was a little shocked, but quickly gained his composure to focus on his plan. This guy could be really useful. "Alright how do I fix my, er, eye problem?"
"Come in back, don't want prying eyes to see." Harry followed him cautiously to the little room in back.
"Now, first we correct your vision, hold still this won't hurt." and before Harry could blink, the wizard waved his wand and Harry's vision went blurry. Harry took off his glasses and could see better than he could before with them.
"Nice trick, but don't do anything like that again without my permission, I still don't trust you. Now, as for when I'm around people as my old self, I should probably wear some fake glasses, at least until I eliminate Voldemort for good."
"Right you are Harry." He put his wand near Harry's glasses but stopped and looked up at Harry, who nodded, then he tapped Harry's glasses.. "Just plain non hindering glass now."
"Excellent, but could you at least provide me with your name before we go any further?" Harry said trying to regain control of the conversation.
"Name's Kevin McAllister, and don't lose your anger too much Harry, it can keep you alert, and alive. Now just use a glamour for the color of your eyes, and don't be so open about yourself in the future."
"Right." Harry said back in the commanding voice that would more become more a part of him as time went on. With just a little flick of his mind his eyes appeared a stunning electric blue.
"Nice colour Harry, but that seemed a little too easy for you, just how powerful are you?"
Harry then got an evil gleam in his new blue eyes. "You don't know the entire prophecy do you?" Kevin shook his head. "Well, part if says that Voldemort would mark me as his equal, and that happened 15 years ago, so what do you think? Especially now that I have more anger to fuel it?"
Kevin gulped air with wide eyes and got a little quiet. "I know what happened to Sirius, Harry, and I'm sorry. You've lost too much in your short life."
Harry got a dark look in his eyes as he thought about Sirius' death. The look changed to menacing anger as he put his hood up and went back to the front of the bookstore, Kevin right behind.
Harry then turned to Kevin his voice soft yet forceful, "I really appreciate what you've done for me, but I still don't think I can trust you when I leave, I need assurance you won't contact anyone about me."
There was an almost visible magickal air about Harry that said don't cross him. Out of a genuine desire to help mixed with a little fear of and for this boy who had suffered so much, Kevin turned the spell book to a page that showed a very simple but powerful spell to perform. "This is a blood oath, Harry. Once I take it I cannot betray you in anyway. Are you willing?"
"I am." This was what Harry was waiting for. This would help him stop Voldemort for good.
A drop of Kevin's blood, a drop of Harry's blood, mixed together and drank by Kevin. Then Kevin said the Oath, "Your blood offered, my blood freely given, I pledge my life to you."
Both Kevin and Harry felt the magickal connection immediately.
After a moment of silence, Kevin spoke. "Harry, Voldemort will be after you more intently once he learns of the prophecy. I think he already suspects, because He is building followers much faster than before. You will need the same protection spell he used. It only has three Ingredients, but they are a little hard to come by. Its in the book, page 239. The ingredients must be freely given, Voldemorts weren't, so if you are successful in getting them, you should be more protected than Voldemort."
"Excellent, Kevin, I plan on rewarding those who help me.
After Harry paid for Kevin for the books and was about to leave when something occurred to him, "Just a quick question, why doesn't Voldemort use the blood oath to prevent betrayal?"
"Oh thats easy lad," Kevin a lite chuckle then got a little more serious, "same as the protection spell, the blood has to be freely given, no matter how afraid one might be of him, it doesn't make it freewill in their heart and mind."
This gave another thought to Harry about the night ole Volde got his new body. He thanked Kevin and started to leave when Kevin asked him a question. "Do you have a name I can say in case people ask?"
Harry smiled an evil smile under the hood and said without turning back, "Lord Kolos."
Kevin thought for a short moment then said, "Good choice," It was Greek for angry wrath.
Harry then left to collect the ingredients for the protection potion. That would seem to be most important right now.