Harry dodged a torture curse slowly, cursing himself for not training slowly and becoming what he hated so much. A Politician.
The Death Muncher in front of him looked to be someone short, someone who did not duel much, since that man was panting already. That man was definitely one of Harry's students till OWL only since Harry only taught NEWT students the benefits of physical fitness.
Harry cursed his hypocrisy.
"Reducto!"
Stupid Lucius, did that man ever think that keeping long hair was a good idea? Because he was flashing his long blonde hair everywhere, his deep voice confirming Harry's suspicions.
Harry was fighting the three Death Idiots alone in the middle of Diagon Alley while the Sheep of Britain were gawking at him. Why does Harry even want to keep them alive?
Oh right, his saving people thingy.
Harry growled in frustration and sent a Jelly-Leg Jinx at Malfoy, before turning to the young Death Nibbler and charging towards him. He punched him before stunning him, not wanting someone to reverse his curse.
Harry looked at the only Death Bastard without the typical silver skull mask. It had to be Igor Karkaroff. Why was that dumb fool even here? Harry had thought that he had been in ICW's 'loving' care.
Igor said in a surprisingly bad german accent, his voice disturbingly resembling the original Bellatrix Lestrange's, "Evanz . . . Nize to zee you here."
Harry shuddered despite himself. It was like Red Skull has come back from death, in the alternate future. All he needed was a red skull mask.
Igor took out a red skull mask, noticing he did not look scary enough, and wore it. Harry snorted mentally. Harry noticed that the mask just like every other and it was new. He asked curiously, "Why is your mask red, Igor?"
Igor was a good teacher, even if he was a cruel and sadistic bigot. He had taught the best Defence Against the Dark Arts as he could at Dumstrang's and it became the cause of his elevation to a Headmaster. And one thing a teacher always did was to sate a student's curiosity. Igor being the natural teacher, answered, "The Dark Lord is the Red Lord az he said! The Blood weell rain az the Red Lord grapplez hiz reign!"
That is such a bad German accent.
Harry ignored it.
Harry shot a stunning curse at Karkaroff, but his opponent dodged. Igor shot out a flame whip from his wand and hit a nearby pole. It cut in half and started to fell on Harry, who jumped out of the way.
Harry conjured a sheet of ice in the air and threw it like a shield at Igor. Igor cut it with his flame whip but failed to notice the other spell Harry had sent.
The blasting hex hit him in the torso and he crashed into a rather muscular brunette man. Igor shook his head and sent a stunning spell at the brunette before spitting some blood from his crash, at the ground.
Igor shot a blood-boiling hex, used by Ukrainian Healers for Hypothermia, at Harry who matched with the blood-freezing hex, an Austrian Healing Spell used in Medieval Ages for Hyperthermia.
Healing Spells were always the most sadistic and vindictive.
Igor, being a skilled but weak wizard, was overpowered by Harry, so he dodged the purple spell. He shot his own purple curse though, one which Harry did not recognise.
Harry threw up an advanced golden shield, used by highly trained wizards who had way too much spare power. It could stop most dark curses, though not all, but a distinctive majority.
The curse hit the shield and Harry felt pain in his neck.
He looked to see a portly man in black robes and a typical silver mask standing blankly. The curse was blocked by the shield but Harry did not keep up with his surroundings.
He cursed his lack of training for the past decade and held his neck.
The last thing he remembered was that some man with red hair was rushing forwards. He blacked out after that rather quickly.
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Harry woke up a few minutes later in a white room.
A female figure looked at him angrily and spat, "I am only doing this for Clotho, mortal."
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Harry saw a man standing over him with a bloody face. He smiled. It was Arthur Weasley.
Harry saw the man helping him up, and stood up with him.
Harry looked around and saw that Hermione was fighting Igor while Lucius was fighting his own sister, Pandora Lovegood, Luna's alive mother.
The portly bigot was fighting Sirius and the young idiot was duelling Molly freaking Weasley. Harry pitied the idiot. Molly Weasley was an Unspeakable once upon a time, who was forced to retire because she was too vindictive.
A red smoke erupted in the Diagon Alley and when it cleared, a tall man with non-existing blood-red hair walked out calmly. His eyes were a dried crimson and he was wearing a sinister smirk. He was wearing blackish robes, which seemed to be a really deep red.
His face was pale, but he was Voldemort all right.
Harry stood up and whispered, "Voldemort."
It seemed to freeze everyone as they saw the main villain enter the drama genre. Every single fight broke as the Death Bigots bowed to him while Harry's helpers stopped to see a man return from the dead.
Hermione gasped as she saw something Harry did not.
A flash of ocean blue overcame the crimson red in Voldemort's eyes as he understood who that was. It was possession, simple and fully.
That man was dying even then, though.
Voldemort looked at him and said, "Harry, my old friend, how are you doing this fine day?"
Harry scowled at his scorned enemy but never moved.
A cloud of black smoke appeared behind Voldemort as cracks were heard. Three Death Eaters joined their comrades behind their Master as Harry realised something.
The war has started again.
Voldemort twirled his Yew Wand in his right hand and said in an unfamiliar yet recognisable voice, "Harry, Harry, Harry, you see that we have a lot to talk of."
Harry snorted humorlessly.
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Ron the Red Lord, Voldemort, glared mentally at Harry. Why couldn't the idiot understand that his best mate was right in front of him?