Harry watched in anticipation.
He wondered what would happen, the group that entered the well-lit pub were of ten in number, and each of them wore expensive silk clothing of various bright colours. Harry guessed that the pale looking vampire who walked with arrogance and contempt in his eyes was the leader, the rest looked meek compared to him.
The vampire's ten body guards were dressed in the normal everyday wizard wear, and their fat guts did not make them seem threatening at all. The vampire was another matter however. His black cloak had silver linings, making it look expensive and rich, while his long fingers automatically grabbed a hold of the dagger strapped to his waist. The vampire bore no hair or tan on his white skin, and Harry was reminded of the scaly Voldemort.
"Grindelwauld!" The vampire exclaimed, "What brings you here?"
The five men of Grindelwauld's gang stood up in a smooth graceful motion. They were dressed in black cloaks and leather gloves, giving them an aura of mystery. Their faces were blurred and disguised with masking charms. Everything they wore was black, even their hair. The only visible aspect on their faces was their black eyes. When sitting down, they looked weak and intimidating, but when standing even the bravest warrior would think twice before attacking.
A wave of their wands, and the doors banged shut, the windows covered in black mist. Even though they were outnumbered two to one, they showed no fear or hesitation in their movements.
Grindelwauld just took a sip of his drink, and watched the impending fight. He was not dressed like his warriors; His clothes took a lighter approach. He wore a green Hawaiian shit, and white trousers. He was wearing a yacht costume, and he portrayed himself as if he were royalty. His blue twinkling eyes made Harry think of Dumbledore, except Dumbledore's eyes did not have the cold merciless look to it. Grindelwauld looks crazy… Harry thought.
"What is this?" The vampire spluttered in confusion. "How dare you! I know what you are doing, you are trying to kill me aren't you?"
Grindelwauld simply laughed, but made no move to answer or taunt like Voldemort would have done.
"Men, attack them!" He said in a cold voice that made even the undead vampire shiver in fear.
The fight was short and quick, like a war between a pyromaniac and a wooden hut. It was a slaughter. The ten bodyguards of the vampire put up the best possible fight they could, but they were no match for the speed and agility of Grindelwauld's men.
Harry watched with admiration as Grindelwauld rose to his feet. "Stop!" He commanded.
Everything stopped, and they turned to look at him.
"Enough of this, Zumang, I challenge you to a duel. If you win, your men will not be slain, if you deny my right to duel you, I will kill you anyways. Choose now."
"I will duel." The vampire said after much thought. He had quickly taken stock of the situation. Grindelwauld's men had stunned all of his trained bodyguards with ease, and they could kill him too with the same amount of ease. Fighting Grindelwauld seemed like the only way out.
Harry had to admire the vampire's courage. Zumang- that must be his name… He thought, and leaned closer to see the duel.
They both bowed to each other, and while Grindelwauld simply stood there, Zumang sprang to his feet and tried to tackle him, most likely counting on his vampiric speed.
It did not work.
Grindelwauld simply caught the vampire by the throat mid-air, and squeezed. The vampire started punching him, while trying to get away from his iron grip but Grindelwauld appeared unfazed.
With a wave of his hand he conjured a stake, similar to how Kasmir conjured things. He drove the stake through the vampire's heart and smiled in grim satisfaction; the vampire was defeated.
"Revive them." He said.
His men did as he ordered without hesitation or question. They were like the perfect soldiers. The ten men woke up groggily and looked at Grindelwauld in surprise. "What is going on?" One man asked with an Italian accent. "Me and me pals gonna kill you!"
"Shut up!" Grindelwauld said, and slapped him. "Nobody threatens me, do you understand?"
"Fuck you, fattass!" The man screamed, and spat in his face.
Grindelwauld's facial expressions turned into ice. The rest of the people in the room gasped as they felt the air get denser, as if they couldn't breathe. "Goodbye." He simply said, before taking his wand and casting the avada kedavra.
"You have a new hero now, a new leader. I want you people to know that, and whoever opposes me will be shot with my new guns!" Grindelwauld's eyes turned maniacal. There was a glint that portrayed only insanity. He waved his wand and conjured a shotgun.
"Here's a taste of what happens, bitch!" He exclaimed before blowing one of the remaining nine men's face. The eight men left gasped and cowered in fear. Grindelwauld's men also looked a bit shocked, they tiptoed in the corner and watched the proceedings quietly.
Grindelwauld raised one hand and with a flick of his forefinger, like he was brushing away a particularly annoying insect, the door smashed out, ten feet away. Even Grindelwauld's men looked amazed at the power clearly radiating from him.
"RUN BITCHES!" He shouted, and started shooting at the men. Needless to say, they turned tail immediately and ran like the wind.
Howling with laughter, Grindelwauld sat on his stool and ordered a beer from the frightened looking bartender. "Haha, that was fun! We should do it more often, yar?" His men nodded like it was an everyday occurrence, and sat down to finish their drinks.
Harry turned to Kasmire with a questioning look in his eyes. "What's wrong with him? Is he drunk or something?"
"No, he just isn't… right in his head, you see." Kasmire delicately said, "How shall I put this…? He was muggle born, and when he was a child he was diagnosed with a brain tumour. The filthy muggle pigs got it out, but it cost Grindelwauld his sanity."
Harry simply nodded, wondering if all this was some crazy dream. Right now he was wondering about his own sanity. Harry watched what Grindelwauld and his men would do next, this man was intriguing if nothing else.
The scene faded and they were back in the cramped office.
"Tell me Harry, what did you think of Grindelwauld?" Kasmire asked.
"He was interesting… Well, I need to go now…" Harry said, his eyes turning towards the door.
"Hold on a second… Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
"You just don't seem like the Harry Potter I imagined." Kasmire said eventually. "I always thought Potter would be fearless and have a take no shit attitude, but this seems a bit…"
"I don't know what you are talking about." Harry said with his eyebrows raised.
"I have been watching you, Potter. " Kasmire said, his voice sharp and cool. "I watched that pathetic fight of yours with Grindelwauld, and how you escaped. It just seems to me that the hero who defeated the greatest dark lord in the world would be a little more powerful."
"Well, I am just me I guess." Harry weakly shrugged.
"See, I have a theory. Actually I have two. Either you are a liar and you didn't kill Voldemort, or your dear friends must have done something to your mind."
"Um…" Harry was confused. He never did like to remember how he defeated Voldemort, but now that he thought of it all he got was a big fat blank, a white space.
"Do you think somebody used a memory charm on me?"
Kasmire smirked cruelly. "Let's find out shall we?"
"W-what?"
"This won't hurt much." Kasmire aimed his wand between Harry's eyes. "Relax, Potter. Legilimens!"
Kasmire entered Harry's mind and felt a block. Occlumency shields, he thought. It was easy enough bypassing those shields; Harry was not particularly adept at mind magic. Kasmire did not want to break the shields because that could hurt Potter and that would be detrimental to his plan of making him a pawn. A pawn to push Knocturne Alley back into greatness…
Kasmire felt Harry's presence around him. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. All he could see was blackness everywhere. He had to make some light.
The victim's mind has natural protections to stop an intruder, usually black mist to confuse the intruder. But Kasmire was not an amateur at this; he concentrated as hard as he could. Suddenly, he heard a big whoosh breaking the silence and felt as if he was falling downwards.
"Argh!" He screamed as he landed on white tiles. Any injury that happened here would not be manifested in real life, he reminded himself. He looked around the haven of Potter's mind. It was a big room and the white light coming from… somewhere showed white walls. Kasmire looked more carefully, and doors appeared. Millions of them were there, each representing a memory or line of thought.
Calm yourself Kasmire and think. I need to access the main control center of Harry's brain. But his natural protections will try to hide it from me. How can I find it….?
Kasmire looked around, but was wary to open any doors yet. I need to feel the right door, he thought to himself. Slowly he sat down in the middle of the empty room, and meditated.
He did not know how long he was in the trance like state but when he came out of it he felt only a few minutes had passed. He did not accomplish too much out of the meditation, but he did get a feel of the area that he was in. He breathed deep and tried to sense the right door. Yet Harry's subconscious mind showed him no results.
Kasmire was no master in mind magics, but he was not bad at it. He had not done this in a long time, but he felt it was possible. Tricky though…
Kasmire took out his wand, seeing as this was the only solution to his problem. "This is going to hurt, Potter!" He screamed loudly, and in response the white light started to fade away slowly. Kasmire felt the tension rise in his chest. He had to hurry up!
"Explodaro!" He cried out, pointing at a random piece of the wall. The blue spell hit the wall and blew a hole in it. Kasmire ran up to it and looked inside. The sight he saw told him that this was going to be a failure. Inside the hole was another room just like this. In a fit of rage he started opening the doors only to find that it led to other rooms that looked just like this one.
"Harry, your defence is good." He muttered. "But if you think I will give up this easily, then you are wrong."
Kasmire sat down again in the middle of the room, and started to meditate again, trying to find a trance like state. He thought in his trance, long and hard about how he would go about finding the right room where the main control center was stored. From there it would be like using a search engine on one of those muggle toys. He could find any memory charms or magical blocks used on him.
"But how? How to find the place?" He wondered aloud for a few seconds before hearing a cold voice behind him.
"I know how to get what you want."
AN:
Big thanks to C. Rose. He helped me with this chapter a bit when I needed a few ideas. He is a great author, check out his fics!
Chapter is finally up! I know I took a bit more time than I normally take, but for my excuse I was working on my very own website: htpp/ imassgouls . googlepages . com
Check it out, but it's still in it's construction though more stuff will be added to it soon. I am planning for the next chapter to be out real soon, and I want each and every one of you who reads this to review. Or somebody gonna get a hurt a real bad!
I want to average about 2000 words for each of my chapters, so you can expect a good 10-15 minute read per chapter. Pairings will be Harry with a hot harem of vampires and werewolves, and the antagonist will be…. Well you will see.
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Questions:
Can you guess who the owner of the cold voice belongs to?
Do you think Harry will find out he is just being used as a pawn?Will Kasmire succeed with his plan of bringing Knocturne alley to greatness?