Wow, after posting the last chapter, my muse went over time with ideas. So much I couldn't sleep for a while, going over things in my head. As soon as I got up, I started writing, going back every time I remembered something from last night. This story truly has a life of his own. Got more ideas coming. I hope you like this chapter. Please review. Thanks.
"Screw The Prophecy"
Chapter 4, "Harry The Impaler"
Harry smiled, or was it a smirk. He was going to enjoy killing Lucius. "May I at least stand up, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, still smiling while the others, including the hiding adults that were near when the deatheaters showed up, just looked on with shock, fear, and a dozen other emotions.
Lucius nodded slowly and stepped back. "Hands where I can see them, Potter."
"He's really an idiot, Tom. I'm going to love killing him, especially in front of all of these people."
Voldemort mentally sighed. "I know. If he truly wanted to kill you, he should have. Although I can sense your shields were up anyway."
"Would you mind terribly if I killed them all?" Harry thought as a smirked played on his face, while he gently dusted himself off.
"I think perhaps saving one or two to find out what the hell they were thinking," Voldemort finally said after several moments.
"Why don't I just ask? Er, I was wondering just what the hell you're doing, Lucius?" Harry said almost cheerfully, putting open mouths of shock on the face of every witness.
Lucius seemed to be stunned into silence.
Harry took advantage of the idiot's stunned silence. He glanced across the street, behind Lucius, and saw the shops sign, swinging from a post about eight feet tall. The top of that post came to a point, a very sharp point. Harry shuffled his feet and took about a half a step to the right, lining things up.
"Alright, DA, these shiteaters are mine, I don't want you getting hurt, so just stay where you are and watch my back if you can."
"You are such a fool," Lucius sneered, "I have the upper hand here, you actually are going to attempt to fight?"
"You know," Harry stated plainly, "an intelligent man would have killed me when he had the chance."
Harry drew his wand faster than most could see. Expelliarmus left his lips even before his wand was pointed at Lucius. The deatheater was thrown up and back, much like Snape in Harry's third year. Harry caught and snapped Lucius' wand before he landed. And land he did, hard, on the spike. The spike impaled Lucius on the back of the head, knocking his white mask to the ground. Lucius landed with such force that his head was torn from his body. Most people nearby fainted.
The group of deatheaters took a few seconds to regain their composure after that, and immediately flung a mass of spells at Harry, who wasn't there anymore.
"Where the hell did he go?" asked one masked figure, stupidly.
"Reducto, reducto, reducto," rapidly came from behind the mass of masked wizards.
They quickly turned as three of their comrades hit the ground, dying from a broken heart. They fired off spells again at Harry, who apparated out as the spells whizzed passed where he had been.
"Reducto, reducto, reducto," came quickly again, from behind them.
"Fuck!" one of the deatheaters shouted as three more hit the ground, cutting their numbers in half. "Circle formation, now!"
They quickly formed a circle, facing out, to watch for another attack from the boy-who-lived. The onlookers just watched and waited, cowering behind various objects for safety. Suddenly, one of the deatheaters stiffened up and fell forward.
"What the hell," yelled one of the deatheaters right before he too, stiffened up and fell forward.
"Where the hell is he?" came another voice as the person next to him became rigid and fell, breaking his nose on a rock. He quickly followed his friend to the ground.
There were now three left. Two of which quickly took stunners to the head from the third.
Hermione ran toward as the final deatheater started laughing. "Harry!" she squealed and hugged him.
"Damn, Lucius really had some serious bad breath," Harry said as he took of the mask and threw it to the ground.
"That was brilliant!" Fred and George said together.
"Yeah, I figured you saw me summon Lucius' mask," Harry said to Hermione, giving her a hug and kiss, much to Ron's chagrin.
A mass of aurors show up that moment, followed by Dumbledore and the Order, as Harry was approached by several reporters.
"Too little, to late, aurfucks," Harry said hatefully to ministry group. "Same to you, Dumbledore, and your order of chickens."
Harry then stood for photos, happily answering the reporters questions. "I won't put up with deatheater attacks anymore. As you all saw, I didn't even have to use unforgivibles," he said with a 'fuck you, ha' glance at Dumbledore, who was talking to a few of the aurors not involved in waking and binding the deatheaters that survived.
"I saved Crabbe, and Goyle, for you, and Bella for myself," Harry told Voldemort through the link as he posed for another photo. "I don't know the who the others were that I didn't kill,"
"You do, know that you scare me, Potter?" Harry smirked in his head. "How did you know which one was Bella?"
"I could smell that skank ever since she killed my godfather." Harry replied "And the other two, are so fucking stupid, I saved them for last, for obvious reasons."
"I see. They aren't the brightest I have, pity you didn't kill them instead."
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't want you having the brightest in your bunch, now would I?"
The Dark Lord scoffed and remained silent.
Time seemed to slow down as Harry's instincts kicked in. He felt something wrong the moment before Hermione yelled his name. He looked up at Dumbledore, who had started to raise his wand and run toward him. Harry pushed the reporters to the ground and threw up a shield around them and himself as he spun around. One of the deatheaters had grabbed an aurors wand and cast the reducto curse at him. He dove to the ground as the reporters fell, but his shield was a little weak at its edge, and the curse broke through, catching his right leg.
Harry screamed out as time seemed to speed back up. The two aurors had recaptured the deatheater, but the damage was done. Harry looked down to where his foot and calf used to be, seeing what looked like spaghetti. Harry gritted his teeth against the pain as he squirmed on the dirt laden street.
He grasped at handfuls of dirt and rock, as Hermione pulled of her scarf used it to try and stop the bleeding. Harry's anger and pain were intertwined, not just from the wound, but from being permanently damaged in this way.
His green eyes glowed with the anger and became as slits, cat like. They pulsed with magic as he let out a few laugh like cries of pain. His gaze focused on the deatheater who had maimed him.
The deatheater started whimpering and spluttering, grabbing his head in pain. Harry was still struggling with his own pain, but maintain his gaze, increasing in intensity.
"No," Dumbledore said as forcefully as he could as he watched in horror at the scene before him.
Harry gritted and snarled and brought his clenched fists up, pointed at the deatheater. Then, in a quick motion, opened his hands. The deatheater exploded, injuring the two aurors who had let it happen as well.
Harry felt cold, then. He looked up at Hermione. "Er, Herm," he said in a cheerful voice with a slight chuckle, "I think I've overextended my magic." Harry then passed out.
Harry felt life returning to him, returning with pain. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the edges of the bed before opening his eyes.
"It's gonna be hard, boy," said the figure standing over him.
"Moody, it bloody hurts still," Harry said, as he tried not to twist and writhe at the pain.
"It will, for a while. That's the same way I lost my leg, Potter. A magical curse like that will leave a phantom pain that no potion can ease."
"Fuck," Harry breathed out and gripped the bed harder. He looked up at all of the people around him. "Ron, do me a favour?"
"Anything," Ron said nervously.
"Give me your leg."
"What?"
"Get off it, I still see your bloody envy and jealousy all the time. You can have this job. Lose your leg. Lose every family member you have. Get one back and then lose it again," Harry started choking up at the thoughts filling his head.
"Harry?" came another concerned voice.
"Fuck you Remus," Harry responded. "All those years in Dursley hell, you could have visited, that wouldn't have messed up the stupid blood protection."
"Harry, I'm sorry, but Petunia wouldn't have wanted me there." Remus replied apologetically.
"Yeah?" Harry responded sarcastically. "Think how the hell I felt, then. Get the fuck out."
Remus left sadly as Harry looked around. "St. Mungo's? When can I leave?"
"It's only been a day, Harry, my boy. You need to rest," Dumbledore said.
"I am not your boy, so don't ever call me that again," Harry said with fire in his eyes. "This war is mine, not yours. You said so yourself with that fucking prophecy. I will fight however I like, and that includes telling you and Voldemort to stuff it as I leave."
Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply and slowly as the phantom pain had finally eased to a dull throb.
"Harry," Dumbledore said cautiously, "What spell did you use with Mr. Malfoy?"
"Just a simple expelliarmus, why?" Harry said warily as he opened his eyes to gaze at the headmaster.
"It seems that they are unable to remove Lucius head from the spike," Dumbledore said with a frown as Harry chuckled. "This is a serious matter, Harry."
"Yeah, right. Harry the Impaler," Harry said and laughed again, getting a nervous chuckle from Ron.
"You're sure you don't know how that happened?"
"Yes, Dumbledore, I have no idea." Harry said with an exasperated sigh. "Hey Tom, do me a favour and tell me how you did that silver hand for Wormdick." Harry thought to the Dark Lord.
"It's not difficult, Potter," Voldemort said as he sent the knowledge to Harry. "The trick, is supplying enough magic and concentration. The more you give,the better the limb will work. For example, Wormdick's hand has no real sensations or feeling, because I didn't concentrate to hard. I didn't think he deserved it."
"Good to know," Harry replied as he opened his eyes and glanced around for his wand, which was on the other side of the room on a table.
"You can also use pretty much any material for the new limb, although I would advise against using wood."
Harry chuckled inwardly and summoned his wand and threw back the sheets. He summoned all of his concentration and cast the spell. A clear, molten substance poured out of his wand and formed the shape of a lower leg and foot, sparkling a bit as Harry chose diamond as his substance. It attached itself to the stump, just below the knee. Harry flexed the toes and ankle and sighed with delight. He had near perfect feeling and sensation with the diamond leg. The pain was pretty much gone as well.
"Well," Harry said sitting up, "I'm outta here."
"Absolutely not, Harry," Dumbledore said firmly. "As impressive as what you just did was, you still need rest."
Moody just shook his head at the headmaster while McGonagall pursed her lips. Hermione glared at the headmaster while Ron didn't know what to do for his best mate.
"Fine," Harry said and attempted to apparate. With a jolt, he glared at Dumbledore. "Lower the anti-apparition ward."
"I will not."
Just then Harry saw Snape behind Dumbledore, just outside the room. He only saw one eye, but that was enough. He glared right back with a vengeance, and Snape cried out and ran.
"What did you do, Harry," Dumbledore glared after seeing Snape run off.
"Snivellus tried to get an eyeful, so I gave him one. Oh, Moody? You might want to tell Snape where you got your eye."
Dumbledore went a little pale. "You didn't?"
"Er, yes I did. Nothing will grow back in that eye socket, now lower the fucking ward." Harry stated calmly.
"No, you need help Harry. You will stay here," Dumbledore said with a tone of finality.
"What he needs, is for you to stop pushing him down!" Hermione screamed out in a huff. "You always do this, and it always turns out bad!"
"Yeah," Ron said, standing up for his mate, and glancing at Harry hopefully.
"Thanks Hermione, Ron, Give me my clothes."
"No. You aren't going anywhere."
Harry sighed and then transfigured the hospital gown into jeans, a black t-shirt, and trainers.
McGonagall smiled at the expert transfiguration while Dumbledore frowned and summoned Harry's wand.
"Please?" Harry said politely.
"No, I must insist this time, trust or no trust."
"Fine," Harry said with a smile as he raised his hands, palm out, as if feeling for something.
His smile went a little wider and waved at them all, then gave his body a jerk and apparated through the ward with pop loud enough that everyone's ears were left ringing.
Dumbledore just stood there with his mouth forming an 'O' and looking dejected at his shredded anti-apparition ward. Harry didn't just go through it, he destroyed it.
"At least he doesn't have his wand," he said and looked down as Harry's wand vanished with a pop. He stared at his empty hand and the 'O' on his mouth got even wider.
Harry found himself comfortable in his own bed and sighed. "Hermione probably knows where I went," he mumbled to himself. "Dobby?"
"Yes sir, great wizard Harry Potter sir?"
"Oh dear, you read the Prophet?" Harry asked and Dobby blushed.
He got up out of bed and stumbled a bit on his new leg. "Damn deatheater," he said as he raised his pant leg and rub the diamond prosthetic. "I don't suppose you can grow me a new leg?"
Dobby thought furiously for a moment then said, "I don't knows, lets me think on it. We might if wees uses our magic togethers. Lets me think on it."
"Really? Cool," Harry said, hoping the little elf could actually manage it. "Okay, I'd like a few copies of the Prophet and then, If you know where the Creevey's live, I'd like you to take me there."
"Yessir," Dobby said, and with a snap of his fingers, several copies of the Prophet, with a smiling photo of Harry waving on the front page, appeared.
Harry grabbed a black marker and signed just below the photos with a shit eating grin. "Alright, let's go."
Dobby snapped his fingers and Harry found himself behind a tree in front of an average looking muggle house. He saw no one about, so he walked up quietly and rang the doorbell.
The door soon opened to an ogling and shocked Dennis Creevey. "Er, hi Dennis," Harry said, and the boy just continued staring. "May I come in?"
Colin showed up, but wasn't nearly as stunned and was able to pull his brother aside so Harry could come in. "Um, this is my dad, Harry," he said, as an older, smiling gentleman came up.
"Please to meet you, Mr. Creevey," Harry said, offering his hand.
"Please call me Charles, Harry," the man said in an annoyingly cheerful voice as he shook Harry's hand. "I've heard so much about you, just amazing, truly amazing, especially this," he said, holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Ah, yes," Harry smiled warmly, "I have something for you Colin, and Dennis," he added holding out the signed copies.
"Thanks Harry," they said together as their father smiled proudly.
"I was wondering if you guys wanted to stay with me till school starts? I've got some cool new muggle stuff, and we don't really know each other, so what do you think?" Harry said with a pleasant smile.
"I think that would be splendid, Harry," Charles said as a woman came out of the kitchen. "Ah, Harry, this is my wife, Helen. Helen, this is none other than THE Harry Potter."
"Please to meet you," Harry said, kissing her hand with a slight bow.
"Dear, Harry has invited the boys to spend the remainder of the summer holiday with him. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Absolutely, dear," the woman said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
These people are like a worse version of the Cleaver's or the Brady's or something, Harry thought as he fought to maintain his charming smile.
"I never did thank you properly, Colin for trying to bring me some grapes back in my second year," Harry said sweetly.
"But I never made it, I got petrified," Colin tried to say.
"Nonsense," Harry said, smiling wider, "its the thought that counts, isn't it? You could have been really hurt, Colin. So I do appreciate the thought."
"Uh, before you boys go," Charles said after an uncomfortable silence, "Harry, would you mind a picture?"
"Not at all," Harry smiled.
"Splendid, splendid," Charles said and retrieved a camera and tripod.
He lined up the shot with Harry and the whole family before setting the timer and taking his place next to Harry with a hand on his shoulder. The flash went off and he sent the boys off to gather their trunks.
"It's truly amazing, Harry," Charles said. "Colin showed me how to develop the pictures to move. Just truly amazing."
"I was pretty amazed myself when I first saw them," Harry replied back.
"Yes, that's right, you grew up with us muggles, didn't you. Truly amazing you are, just splendid. How will you be getting to your house, if I may ask?"
"House elf," Harry stated simply as he handed the man the phone number and address.
"Amazing, just truly amazing," he replied.
"These muggles are fucking weird, and before you say it, it doesn't mean they're worth torturing or killing," Harry thought to Voldemort.
"I didn't say a word, Potter," Voldemort replied.
"Yeah, but you were about to, Tom."
Soon Colin and Dennis returned with their trunks and they made their goodbyes and Dobby took them all back to Surrey.
"Well, what do you think? Dobby set all this up so I could be comfortable for once," Harry said as he showed the blond brothers around.
"It's brilliant!" They said together.
"Thanks for inviting us," Colin said shyly.
"No problem, I really wanted to get to know you guys. I see you every day at school, and were in the same house, and even the DA, but I still don't really know you," Harry smiled, and winked at the younger boy, making blush.
"So did you really kill Draco's father?" Colin asked as they were playing some video games.
"Yeah, I accidentally did something when I cast the expelliarmus though, and Dumbledore said they can't get his head off the spike," Harry answered lightly.
"Harry the impaler," Dennis said joking.
"That's what I told the headmaster," Harry said. "He didn't seem to think it was funny."
"Why not?" Colin asked, laughing. "It's not like you're an evil vampire dictator. You just got rid of a few deatheaters."
"That's what I thought," Harry added, laughing.
They talked and played and had pizza the whole afternoon and evening.
"Well, how about we get ready for bed, and relax?" Harry said thoughtfully, or was it lustfully.
"Er, sure," Colin said as he and his brother stood.
"Well, I usually sleep nude, but we can do shorts or something if you like.
The two brother's glanced at each other and blushed as Harry got up and stared at them. "You two mess around, don't you?" Harry smiled. "It's okay, especially if you want to mess around instead of watch TV."
"Okay," Colin said nervously, as he and Dennis were clearly aroused. They started taking off their shirts as he continued. "We, just, well, we always wanted to, er..."
"With me? Brilliant," Harry said and put his hand on Dennis' naked back.
Dennis' eyes went big as he sucked in his breath and his body went stiff.
Harry held him up as his knees buckled a bit. "Er, okay. Go clean up Dennis and you'll be set to go longer, alright?"
Dennis blushed and headed for the bathroom.
Harry looked over at Colin. "I imagine you're not far behind him, so to be fair," Harry said as he walked over and took the teen into his arms and kissed him full on the mouth.
Colin did the same thing as Dennis, and Harry held him up too before suggesting he join his brother in the bathroom.
Harry slipped out of his clothes and climbed into the middle of the kingsize bed and pulled up the quilt. "Those two," he chuckled.
Shortly, the two Creevey brothers returned and climbed in on either side of Harry. "Thanks," Colin said. "This is so awesome." Dennis nodded in agreement, then they noticed Harry's leg.
"Yes, I got injured, but I killed the deatheater that did it," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"What's it made of?" Dennis asked as he ran his fingers over the smooth sparkling surface.
"I chose diamonds, because they're supposed to be the hardest thing known to man," Harry said. "What do you think?"
"It's cool Harry, but I'm sorry you lost your leg," Colin said and Dennis nodded.
"Thanks. But Dobby said he just might be able to help me regrow it if we combine our magic. And knowing him, he probably will. That's the best house elf I know."
"Really? I hope he can," Dennis said.
"Hey, changing the subject, would you guys like to have Hermione join us? I think I'd like to try something like that."
"If you don't mind, Harry," Dennis stated, "We would like you all to ourselves for now."
"Okay, maybe later in the week. You think she might be up for it?" Harry asked and they just shrugged their shoulders.
Harry hugged Colin close and started massage his opening with his fingers.
"Harry the impaler," Colin said with a chuckle before kissing Harry as Dennis joined in the fun.
Hermione let herself into Number 4, Privet Drive after she was sure she lost the Dumbledore and any of the Order. She went up to Harry's room and was about to knock when she heard her name mention from inside. She listened intently, and thought, perhaps, having fun with Harry and or the Creevey's wasn't such a bad idea after all. She had to laugh when Colin said 'Harry the impaler'. "Fuck it," she said at that moment and just walked in.
"Hi Herm," Harry said, untangling his tongue from Colin's.
She strolled over and sat down on the bed. "I swear, the headmaster puts the DUMB in Dumbledore," she said, and the three boys burst out laughing and Dennis actually fell out of the bed.
"So what happened after I made my exit?" Harry finally said, still chuckling.
"He was totally at a lost, which kind of made him mad. How the hell did you do that, by the way?" Hermione asked.
"I've been practise my fool head off. I won't let you guys get hurt again because of me. Oh, and, er," Harry blushed, "I have a treaty with Voldemort that says he won't attack my friends and family, and he's been showing me things through the link. Plus I've been siphoning of some of his magic, too. Are you mad?"
"What about the attack?"
"Lucius went against him."
"I figured you'd taken matters into your own hands with the blunders of the ministry and the Headmaster. I'm not mad."
"That's good, things should be relatively safe this year. Unless the ministry or Dumbledore does something really stupid."
"Well that's certainly a possibility," Hermione said with a smirk. "The order figured you would come here, but you were gone earlier."
"I figured, so I decided to go get my friends here for some fun. Care to join in?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Hey," Colin said with a frown.
"I'll leave you to them, Harry," she replied. "But perhaps later in the week? I'll see you later Harry." she smiled and left.
"Finally, come on, Harry the impaler," Dennis said grinning as they climbed back into the bed to enjoy the rest of the night.
Late the next day after a very pleasurable night, Harry and the Creevey's hit the muggle town. They showed Harry much of what he missed out on growing up with the Dursley's. Harry thought about having Dobby make some more cells in the basement for them, but decided simple punishments would be better. Such as giving him the house and property, Vernon spending all of his time at work to pay of the mortgage and make improvements, Petunia keeping it spotless, and Dudley being a personal slave. No sex with that whale, though. Yuck!
They spent time at the mall, and Harry got himself and the blonds some new clothes, courtesy of Petunia's credit card. They also spent time at the arcade, and had a nice lunch. Harry almost forgot about the shit he lived the first ten years. Almost.
They went home to drop off their few packages and collect a reluctant Dudley to play servant back at the mall. Harry was too tired to argue and threaten, so he put him under imperious, so much easier. It worked with Petunia's credit card before, so why not.
Back at the mall, a few of Dudley's old gang cornered Harry, Colin, and Dennis in the bathroom, after following them discreetly, watching Dudley play the roll of servant. Of course, no muggle could ever be discreet enough for Harry these days.
"Goddamn, I'm gonna enjoy this," Harry muttered to himself as he washed his hands, when Polkiss and the Dorks walked in.