AN: Hey, I am back, back again. Your mamma's back, back again... Ahem. Anyways a new chapter for you guys, so enjoy!
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Chapter Two - New Rule in Knockturne Alley
Harry was sober and alert thanks to the sobering charm he cast before entering the idiotic contest. He was waiting for Greyback to lose, to get drunk as hell so his reflexes were slowed, and most of all he was waiting for the time where his gang members lost respect of their leader. That would happen only if he bested Greyback in this contest.
Drinking as fast as he could, and ignoring his raging bladder he focused on trying to evaluate Greyback's pack. Most were werewolves, he could smell them; they stank like slime from a pond. Sneering at the drunken werewolf beside him, he wandlessly conjured a bottle of beer in the air above one of Greyback's pack, and let it fall down on the head of a sinister man who had cold black eyes, and a skinny body. The beer bottle smashed on the man's bald forehead with a crash.
Everything stopped. All the noise, all the whispers, everything just died down. The skinny man looked around wildly, before his eyes rested on the two werewolves beside him. Snarling, he took out his wand and cursed the figures beside him. Then the riot started.
Riots were fairly common in Knockturne alley. A good brawl never hurt anyone, much. Harry smirked as Greyback's pack of loyal cronies started fighting amongst themselves. Finally, he thought. His bladder was ready to explode.
"Excuse me," Harry said to Greyback. "I need to go to the bathroom." The leader of the pack stood up and joined the foray shouting behind him, "Take your time!"
Harry did his business, and coming back he saw that the brawl had escalated. "Time for action." He said to himself, and walked to the table he had previously occupied. He took the silver rod from under the table in his left hand, and with his wand in his right he crept behind the group, silent as a cat.
A flick of his wand and a loud bang ensued, pausing the fight. Harry walked up to Greyback and spat in his face. "What are you going to do about it, wolf?" He sneered.
"Wha-" Greyback started before his face turned to rage. "I am going to kill you, fucker!" He said punctuating each word. Looking at Greyback's hairy face, and grey torn up clothes, and a bit of foam running from his mouth, Harry felt a pang of fear in his chest.
He took a deep breath, once again appearing calm, in control. "Oh really, and how exactly are you going to kill me? You going to drown me in your drool?" Laughing Harry raised the silver rod, and enjoyed the Greyback's gasp. Harry walked closer like a disease-ravaged panther hunting its prey. He revelled in the attention as Greyback ungracefully started retreating.
"You think a little toy like that can hurt me?" Greyback snarled. "I am going to show you some real pain, boy!" He crouched like a tiger, and sprang at Harry with speed unmatched for most werewolves, but Greyback was different. Greyback was alpha.
The rest of the pack simply watched their leader, and the foolish young man who dared challenge him. Many had tried to take his place, and none had succeeded as of yet. They sat down in various places, trying to get good views of the fight about to ensue. They weren't going to help; the werewolves were in a fighting mood, with their blood shot eyes and adrenaline pumped into their veins. Exactly as Harry wanted it to be.
Harry jumped back, and slashed Fenrir across the stomach with the long silver rod. The cut wasn't deep, Greyback barely noticed it but it did make him pause. That one microsecond of delay was enough for Harry to start retaliating. He aimed his wand at Greyback's right leg and sent a bone-shattering curse. He was planning to toy with this wolf, the way the cat plays with a mouse. Before eating it of course.
Greyback, even in his drunken state, was able to dodge the slow moving curse. But even as he jumped to the right he knew an array of curses and hexes were heading his way. At times like these, he wished he hadn't given up on using magic. Greyback's eyes scanned the room searching for anything he could use to his advantage. He grabbed a table with one hand, and effortlessly threw it at the spells coming his way. Then he started running towards his opponent as fast as his legs could carry him.
Harry sidestepped the pouncing werewolf, and used the silver rod to trip him down. "Fuck!" Greyback swore. "Stupid little cunt!" It did not cut Greyback's ankles, but it did make him gasp in pain. Greyback rolled over and got up, and tried again to move close quarters to his challenger. He realized that he was at a disadvantage, Harry could use magic which gave him a greater range, but he would be useless in hand to hand combat. Greyback smirked ferociously, and ripped into Harry's form. He tackled Harry to the ground, and started scratching his face with his large nails. "How do you like me now, bitch?" Greyback laughed. "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?" He taunted.
Harry let his wand fall to the floor, and could hopelessly feel it roll away. But he did have his Anti-wolf tool, the rod. He lift it up gracefully in a quick movement, while using his other hand to shield his face from Greyback's constant barrage. He lifted the rod over Greyback's neck, and grabbed it at the other end with his other hand. Then he pulled, as hard as he could until Greyback fell into his face. Still Harry pulled harder, and heard some sizzling as the silver item burned into Greyback's neck. "Who's the bitch now?" Harry rasped, and used his best effort to destroy the stinky werewolf in front of him.
Greyback's face was side by side against Harry's face, and he tried to move his neck. All he needed to do was bite the little bitch. All he needed to do was take a big chunk of Harry's face, that would stop this fight. He tried turning his neck but the pain was too much. Slowly he felt himself losing consciousness.
Harry's hands felt like lead, but he stilled pulled on until he felt the wolf go limp. Sighing with relief, Harry pushed Greyback off him, and kicked him in the stomach a few times lightly to make sure he was dead. He turned around and addressed the shocked crowd. The bartender and the waiter were in the corner just standing with their eyes wide and their jaws open.
"Well, that was fun." Harry said, smirking widely. He slowly surveyed the crowd, "Anyone else want to try me?" Harry sneered.
He felt a rush of victory as the crowd simply shook their heads. Harry was weak and tired; he would not be able to take on another werewolf, yet alone an entire crowd. "Well guess what wolfies, you are under new management now!" He pointed at himself. "Me. I am your new leader of the pack, your new alpha. I may not be a werewolf, but I sure can kill one."
He turned and grabbed his wand off the floor and conjured a holder for his rod. "You're my lucky number one." He said to it, kissing it soundly.
Then the whisperings started. "He killed Greyback!" One would say, while the other would reply with a "Holy shit!" or a "Who is that guy?" Harry stood proudly, and bowed the crowd. "Greyback is dead everyone!" Harry shouted. "I killed him, and I will kill anyone who tries to shit with me. Got it?"
Everyone nodded, still astonished. They were scared and afraid; a mere eighteen-year-old wanker killed their best werewolf who had always ranted and raved about how their species were better than the normal wizards, or the vampires.
"Great! Now free drinks for everybody. It's all on me!" Harry shouted, and bowed to the cheers.
Greyback lay behind him, but not as dead as one might think. He slowly rose to his knees, and ignored the deep pain in his neck. As quietly as he could he sneaked behind Harry's legs. His opponent was distracted, so it was easy taking for Greyback to grab Harry's legs and pull him down.
Harry was taken completely by surprised, and tripped. He lost balance and fell flat on his face. Greyback crawled up Harry's back with speed lacing his movements. He grabbed Harry's head and started banging it against the floor. Again and again, the mesmerized crowd watched the head go up, and crash down. Up and down. Each time it hit the floor, Harry's head made a loud thud, and he gasped in pain.
After a few more bangs, Greyback lifted Harry by his hair and showed his bloodied face to the crowd. "This is what happens to anyone who challenges me!" He roared. But he failed to notice Harry's limp wrist move slowly. He failed to notice the wrist that held the wand move until Harry's wand faced Greyback's croch.
"FUCK YOU, WOLF!" Harry screamed in rebellion to Greyback, who looked shocked. The kid is still alive, he thought.
"CRUCIO!" Harry screamed. He sighed as Greyback let go of him, and fell to the floor. Quickly as he could he turned to face his enemy. Slowly he rose up and moved back, out of Greyback's range.
"Today is the day you will die, Greyback. I want everyone to witness this moment carefully." Harry's voice was quiet, yet everyone present heard it. "Any last words, Fenrir Greyback?" Harry asked, somewhat politely.
"Go to hell, you dirty bastard!" Greyback rasped. The crucio curse was held for only a few seconds, but it had given him extreme pain in his privet area. The crucio curse did not affect werewolves as much as humans, yet it had taken it's toll on Greyback's already injured body. The werewolf shakily rose up, or tried to.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Harry sneered at Greyback. "Hell won't dare take me, you old shit. Stay down, wolf. I want you to beg for mercy."
"NEVER!" Greyback roared defiantly, "You will not kill me!" He grabbed the table beside him and threw it at Harry.
"Pathetic." Harry sneered while blasting away the table with a flick of his wand. "This is the best you can do? No wonder you sucked at fighting. You fought me like a girl!" Harry taunted. He had promised himself he was going to play with the werewolf. He had always wanted Dudley's toys when he was a child, now he got an even bigger toy.
Harry levitated Greyback up and down, like how Moody did to the ferret Draco in fourth year. Soon he got bored of this and thought of a new game.
"Dance for me, bitch!" He shouted, and started sending little bolts of electricity at Greyback's feet. The dizzy werewolf tried dodging, but it all proved to be too much for him, and he puked. The crowd simply watched on, dazzled by what Harry was doing.
"Ergh, you definitely need some manners." Harry muttered, and with a flick of his wand the vomit was cleaned up. Harry was quickly tiring, and his head hurt like a bitch. He decided to end it once and for all.
"Look at me Greyback!" He commanded. "Look me in the eye, die like a man." Greyback looked up pathetically, the fight had left him Harry noticed. "Goodbye!" Harry whispered one final good bye before muttering the killing curse. He watched in fascination as the green light enveloped Greyback and tore at his soul.
Greyback was dead.
Harry turned once again, surveying the crowd, reading the emotions on their faces. Most of them looked at him in awe, some in anger. Quite standard, Harry thought. Their beloved leader did after all die in front of them. There was one other sinister figure however, that gave him pause. He was tall, dressed completely in black, and had a masking charm on his face. His features and expression were blurred, but what made Harry's heart stop were his eyes. Crimson red.
Harry turned away from the figure, and looked upwards to the ceiling before he let out a big sigh and fainted from exhaustion.
Author's notes: Hope you liked the fight, I definitely had a blast writing his. I am still unsure of the pairings, but I know I want one. If you have any ideas, please feel free to send them in. And once again the age old never fail question: How powerful should Harry be?Please remember to click that review button!