EVoNet

Chapter 15

Hero Bound

Harry could not help but want to scream, but still he refused to let it out on shear principle, but he grit his teeth in agony as the marks were burnt into his naked flesh, almost disappearing before they were imbedded into his flesh. He was looking up with pitch black eyes at the arrogant smugness of his torturers, as they believe this was a punishment – this was just – but Harry saw the vileness – the hate – the take-take-take – the selfishness.

This was just the beginning of Harry's truths, and his greatest victories. He would have laughed and mocked these vicious beings if he were not using all of his energy not to scream. He would never give them such satisfaction; never give in to their greed and jealousy. He felt vindication as his power lashed out and tore one man he didn't even know down and shredding his arms as he was tossed squealing across the chamber and cracking into the far wall, but Harry didn't have the concentration to see what happened after that.

Harry had dreams far greater, and further reaching than any of them could possibly imagine. His future was set; set on a path further and more potent than any wizards before him, as he would stand up and change this miserable would. He would change the way things were seen, and the world would be better for it.

Those who preach and never act might as well do nothing at all! They held the world back and mocked the visions of others through fear and ignorance. He loath them all, and worse his little sister and brother had to sit through it all, blindly following the blind – unknowing that they were waiting for him to save them – to give them hope.

However, Harry had enacted precautions to protect his sister from harm. She would be watched closely enough until he could take her away. They did not have orders to intervene just yet, but wait, watch, and only take her should her innocent soul or body be in any immediate danger from anyone, especially that ginger tosser, and killing him was on the table for Rose's safety, and that was a standing order one of his – watchers had been quiet agreeable to.

Harry's younger brother should be okay for now, being male made it so much easier just to let the minders watch. He should be perfectly fine, and given a chance, sometime in the future maybe he will open his eyes and realise that what they did was not good, but bad, and in some cases mindless spiteful disregard of what was right.

Harry chuckled through his pain, but those with Dumbledore could only grimace, not having a clue, but shitting it after what happened to the last guy they weren't as smug as before. They believed he stayed because he had nothing else, or that he was a fool. He could have ran, but then they would have given chase, and that would have slowed his plans down, and he need not all that blood on his hands, many of them had been groomed, brainwashed; they could be freed; they could see the light for what it had become.

This way, Harry failed the quick way, but he had the more amusing and fun way ahead of him. He could barely wait to see the reaction of mage when their power belonged to all.

Banishment - the ultimate sacrilege to a wizard's power, but to Harry Evans, a seventeen-year-old 'wise-man' was nothing more than a slight set back in his goals depending on the angle you look. They really did not have a clue that they sealed their greatest chance of Voldemort's defeat while relying on a weak little bully who was so easily manipulated it was not even funny anymore.

It had become obvious to few others over the course of the school year that Dumbledore had chosen the wrong boy, chosen the weakling over the powerful one, or maybe that was what Dumbledore wanted for some messed up scheme, but it was too late, Dumbledore would never have any power over Harry Potter.

No one could really fathom the extent of Dumbledore's meddling, or what he really wanted - well those few people not following him blindly and believing in his plan religiously without having a clue what it was, or where it was going.

Harry would admit he found their blind faith amusing. It was so blind that he doubted any of them would question Dumbledore if he started walking around the school in nothing but a pair of shit stained pants with his saggy old balls hanging out the sides. The mere thought pained Harry more than the ritual, this or his last because laughing hurt his ribs, but the reaction from his sealers only improved Harry's mood.

Harry had manoeuvred all of his enemies into helping his plans in some way, just because of one foolish boy's pride. Just the thought back made him feel pity that his brother was going to end up either dead or a slave to Dumbledore, sucking his stinky old cock like the rest of the 'light'. Though, there were always paths out, maybe Harry could gently make some – road signs and hope Hermione at least saw them and guided him the way he needed to go – Hermione had listened to Harry's first sign about the mental arts, so hopefully, Harry's people could nudge in a few extras, just tiny little things needed to escape and hope they took them and woke up.

Harry could hear his 'sealers' mocking him as weak and pathetic, saying he would lose his sanity as his eyes returned to their normal green, and they regained their bravado, but Harry let himself ignore the ignorant fools while they burned on more symbols, thinking back to the end of the beginning, and giving a bloody lipped smile.

He felt dizzy and sick, and his body hurt all over, as if his muscle strain had muscle strain. Then they just dumped him naked in a muggle alley in London. If he thought the ministry would care, he would sue them, but all in due time he would have them at his beck and call. Even dark, evil wizards were given better treatment than this.

First, Harry was dragged naked through the ministry in chains, and now this. Though, that ministry bit was somewhat amusing as he had nothing to be ashamed of. He had even gotten to beat up fifteen aurors as a friend of his had called them filth or something and were attacked as a Dark Wizard Harry follower or some such bullshit.

Harry could not and would not let his friends be-attacked by mindless pussy-shit weaklings. He only stopped short of killing them when Susan's aunt asked him to stop. He was sure they were all surprised he did. She was furious with the ministry for parading him like that, and Harry knew those aurors lives at work were going to become nightmares when she was through with them.

Then Harry was taken straight away for sealing, where Amelia Bones was left alone with him for a minute, offering to get him out, and out of the country, but he politely declined. He was certain she realised it was all a part of one of these huge overly complicated plots both the bad and good enjoy pulling off alike.

Though, Harry's plotting was nowhere near the stupidity of Dumbledore or Voldemort's, as Harry had his backup plans running in tandem. Then when Dumbledore and Voldemort's plans fell apart, they fell to pieces they couldn't take it as they thought they were so perfectly clever, and Dumbledore proved that severely over the last few months. They were so arrogant that they did not think their plans had flaws, even when they were pointed out, but Harry planed for the flaws; he expected them. Flaws were inevitable in an ever-changing world. Harry looked for flaws, and even planed for flaws that might crop up, or flaws that did not exist because he knew he was not perfect, far from it, but he was intelligent with a vision – he needed to prepare for everything and be prepared to bend and flex with even the most ridiculous of potential scenarios.

Harry held himself up against a wall in the alley where he was dumped somewhere in London, probably not too far from the ministry as wizards were lazy buggers, but he smiled weakly. His plan was still on track, but now he had to go about it the slow route, but this way was certainly more fun in the end, and he had already begun. However, now he had been sealed he would discover whether there were flaws in the sealing he could exploit as he could still feel his magic and concentrating harder than ever, he could still sense the soft lays of London. Harry found a small grin on his lips, but the sealing hurt more than any of the books he read described.

He would have to have biological symbology monitored closely, and such symbiological runes outlawed as a form of torture. He had already made sure laws and regulations on living transmutation were set and written because so many magic's that the Ministry let people learn went unchecked. His magic felt like it was trapped in a tiny cupboard, and he had to shake off that feeling and tried not to quiver too much.

Standing up straight after the dizziness faded, Harry felt a soft material wrap around him, and slipped his arms into the black robe as the arsehole mage didn't see fit to even return his clothes. He groaned a little as he was trying to do up a couple buttons, but it was taking too long as his fingers felt like jelly, so the man who moments ago appeared out of nowhere did them for him.

"Okay, S-Severus," Harry said shakily as he looked Snape over. He was wearing a neat black suit like something from the fifties, and it kind of suited him, having given Harry his robe. "Never expected you to wear muggle clothes," he said in surprise.

Severus Snape smirked, shrugging. "I tried going without while at school, but I am a half-blood," he said thoughtfully. "It never did feel right, and then that blasted; 'father' of yours got me in my own spell. It was quite embarrassing, hanging upside down, robe fallen up, or down, whichever way you look at it. It's not a very good childhood memory, but I've learnt to let these things drop or I would be just like him, plus payback is better with time and planning."

"That really isn't a prank, but plain old bullying," Harry said with a sigh. "Though, you were an arsehole too, so don't lay all the blame on that twat," he said, and Severus didn't deny it as he shrugged with a small smile. "Though, even I as Joker wouldn't have done something like that, and I had used that annoying seal on him to make him see and hear annoying cartoon characters."

"One of the finest seals I have ever seen, Mr. Evans," he replied with a wider smirk as he helped Harry stand as he was a bit wobbly on his feet. "You'll be okay soon; you just have to get used to the new sensation of being nearly a muggle."

"Yeah, it does feel odd," he replied, frowning. "Just help me to my office so I can sit down, okay. You can't be seen with me after this."

"I know," he agreed, nodding. "I'll apparate us, so be prepared?" he said and asked, actually concerned.

Severus felt it was such a waste that the magical world let Voldemort and Dumbledore get away with whatever they wanted when it was in no one's best interest. Then when a simply brilliant and powerful young man comes along with dreams of world unity and a new way of looking at the world they attack, and attack hard.

They blinked away after Harry nodded and reappeared besides a huge building further in London, nearer to the Themes, reaching into the sky. Snape helped Harry in through the automatic doors and security soon rushed over, helping Harry stand as Snape passed him off to them.

They had entered a vast and busy lobby with elevators, escalators, and glass barriers up two floors that ran around, looking down on the lobby like a circling veranda. The place was expensive, and vast with digital signs and posts displaying all sorts of things, and not keeping magic secret – well, not magic; they were showing off the discovery of Zero Point Energy, and the up and coming EVoNet, which was slowly changing the world.

"Sir, are you okay?" asked one of the security guards while a receptionist had rushed over.

"Mr. Evans, do you need an ambulance?" she asked in worry and concern for his health as she was an older woman with a son a little older than him so felt her mothering instincts kick in, genius billionaire head of a trillion dollar company or not; she looked to Snape. "Sir, what happened to him?" she asked him in worry and concern.

"He is only suffering some altercation to… his being," he said confusing them. "He shall be fine with some rest and time. Take him to his office and fetch him some food and water. He will be okay soon, so do not concern yourselves too much. I have to leave as I have important work to do," he said before leaving the way he came, clearing the buildings shields, and walking down the side of the building where only the buildings cameras would see him, and disapparating.

The guards took Harry up to his office while he was reassuring them, he would be okay, and he was soon in his seat at his desk. Harry smiled, thanking them, and let them depart before lumbering over to a side room and entering to reappear several minutes later in a black suit with white shirt, missing the jacket.

Harry could not quite get the small buttons of the shirt to close yet so left it open as he sat at his desk. He started the computer, creating holographic screens he looked them over, smirking at the white and black energy to matter replicator, and swiping the screen through a few more designs he paused on the ZPE wands.

However, he heard an annoyed hiss as Echo climbed up his desk, six wings folded along her sleek body and sitting to glare at him in annoyance as she dropped a red prototype wand before him on his desk. Harry chuckled as he stroked her, and she pushed her soft furred head into his touch as she had already been missing him.

"I know, Darling," he said as he just about commanded the new wand to open, and it split into two with both halves having a black void of nothing within but a ripple connecting the two halves. "I know, I'll make you extremely pretty with a custom design once I have a spare minute after I've gotten used to my lack of magic, okay? This one was difficult enough to make as it is in such short time, silly," he asked as she hissed at him with a soft pouty growl.

Seeming to sigh in thought she tilted her head from side to side before she morphed down back into her true form of a wand and floated gently down into one side of the casing and clicking into place before Harry slid the other half over it, and closed into place the wand sealed and the screen lit up 'Echo Ready', and he could feel the energy tingling through his fingers and through his heart, and he could feel Echo was trying to be nice and comfort him about his lose.

"It's okay," Harry said gently caressing the new wand. "We will win in the end. If you can't give the world magic… give the world the power to make it!" he muttered to himself laughing when he heard a helicopter outside, flying by. He stood and walked to the huge windows and looked out over the city as the news chopper flew by.

In the news chopper, the reporter droned on about the weather, and the heat wave hitting the whole of the UK and her surrounding islands for some unknown reason that might have had something to do with something Harry did; though the weather reporter didn't know that, and everyone was enjoying the nice weather while it lasted as it would return to normal in a week or so.

However, while the cinematographer showed the sights of London, scanning around towards a nearby park the lens hit upon the huge blue and red letters high on the side of the building they passed.

EvansCorp.

To Be Continued…