King of Bandit

Chapter 4

Jinxes Fly in Hogsmead

It was the next morning when Harry appeared once more in Hogsmead looking around. He just had to find his sisters, or someone who knew where they would be. That meant he had to find an informant, which led him passed the boarded up coffee shop and to the Three Broomsticks pub. It looked nicer than that coffee place, and a likely place to find a blabbermouth.

He stopped in the entrance where he could hear and see inside. It was crowded for lunchtime, and taking a huge sniff of the air, the only thing he could smell was the delicious scent of food. Then to add, the place was not decked out in tat that made you want to tear out your eyes.

"Excuse me, fella, what you doing'?"

He was a little startled as he looked around to see a giant of a man with shaggy brown beard and hair wearing a huge moleskin coat. His beetle black eyes were trying to peer into the pub to see if he could see what Harry was looking at.

"Oh, sorry, man," he replied sheepishly. "It's just the last time I went into a… place, here, it was the coffee shop and I had to foil some… things evil scheme and free all of those adorable pixies and a siren."

"Wow, that were you!" he boomed out with a large grin taking Harry's hand and shaking it and him. "It's a pleasure… Rubeus Hagrid, but just Hagrid is fine! I'm keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts, not to mention Magical Creatures teacher. So are you an investigator of some sorts?" he asked as he finally let Harry's hand go.

"Oh, no... not really," Harry said rolling his shoulders to make sure he was fine after the handshake to end all handshakes, and he thought those metro sexual (lame/limp) handshakes were bad. "I was just in the right place at the right time. I took the siren home, and that bitch had escaped and followed, captured the auror too…"

He nodded his head readily. "Yeah, I ain't heard the full tale yet, but I heard a bit. Wow, that were you, too. You do get around. Let me buy you a drink, as a thank you for saving me friends. I can tell you're new around here, and I know lots about Hogwarts and Hogsmead if you want?"

"Wow, thanks man, that will be cool," he said leading the friendly man in through the crowd to the bar where they found two free seats to one corner. It is not often that heroics got you a free drink.

"Afternoon Hagrid!" greeted a busty older woman who quite honestly still had 'it' and then some. "Who's your cute friend?" she asked all flirtatiously.

"Harry King," he introduced himself. "It was nice to meet you," he answered for himself shaking her hand.

Hagrid just chuckled. "He's the boy who uncovered the goings on in the coffee shop; hero he is," he said surprising her. "I'll have my usual Rosmerta, and whatever, Harry's having."

"I'll just have lemonade!" he answered at her look.

However, she looked baffled. "I'm sorry, I've been asked for that before, by muggle-born kids, but I don't actually know what it is."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Then I'll have a half-and-half chocolate and vanilla milkshake."

"Now that I can do," she said with a smile. "Anything else...?"

"A bowl of fries wouldn't go amiss," he answered with a grin as he had only had some scrambled eggs and a bit of toast that morning so he was starting to get peckish. She nodded and quickly rushed off to get their order and it was a surprise as a certain girl wearing a blue robe with decent clothes underneath brought them their drinks and fries.

"H-hi… Harry, right?" she said timidly, and he nodded, amused with her still. "I wanted to properly apologise about before and thank you for rescuing me. Rosmerta took me in and gave me a job, so I'll be fine now, thank you very much," she said blushing.

"I'm glad," he answered, smiling. "You look much better now, and don't hesitate to call on me if you want to, you know, now you're not drugged up," he said suggestively while she backed up, giggling and blushing, bumping into things, which he found endearing before she rushed off, heart pounding.

Harry laughed while Hagrid hadn't seemed to have noticed their 'chat' as he was busy starting on some fries from this giant bowl set between them next to his giant tankard, and Harry's huge milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top.

"At least the magical world does something right," he said munching on a fry. "These are some nice fries, and," he used his straw and tried some of his shake. "And dam that's nice, like a drinkable ice cream, clears the head, refreshes, and wakes you up after a hard day."

Hagrid chuckled, nodding his head. "It sure is! Rosmerta's place does you right," he readily agreed. "So, got something interesting you need to be doing here. I take it you're not from the UK, or You-Know-Who would be more wary."

"I was born in Wales but I haven't been in the UK for a while now, but mainly South America and Africa, but me and my grandpas had been all over the place really. I'm actually here looking to fined Rose and June Potter!" he answered, shrugging when he noticed the giant of a man had been startled.

"Why would you want to find them for?" he asked in a hushed voice, unable to hide his surprise.

"To protect them," he answered, rolling his eyes. "If Lily Potter is really dead then that leave James, and I shall not allow that moronic bastard to ruin their lives any further. Plus, it's kind of a big brothers job and responsibility!"

"Y-you can't be," he replied eying Harry up and down, and though there were many differences between him and James and the way they acted; it was the eyes, just like Rose and June's, just like Lily's.

"Y-you're him, but I heard you were dead!" the giant of a man said in awe. "Oh my god, it really is you! Lily would have… she would have been so happy just knowing you were alive, and look at you; the hero!"

"Yeah, well," he muttered, embarrassed, turning away. "You never really know you're going to miss something until it's gone."

"I guess you're right," he replied, not sure what else he could say when suddenly someone in the pub screamed.

They spun around to see men and woman pulling on masks and drawing wands as one of them already killed some innocent man. They were already laughing as the ground shook and explosions burst outside with deathly screams and people running passed the windows in their terror.

"A Death Eater flash-mob...?! Well that's certainly new," Harry muttered to himself sighing. "This is getting to be ridiculous. Well, okay it was getting ridiculous yesterday, but now!" he was just ranting to himself as he had already moved, having snuck up on one he had him in a chocker hold, snapping his neck he dropped him to the floor in moments.

He grabbed a straggling Death Eater by her robes and slammed her painfully into a wall where she dropped her wand. "Please tell me you're not working for the Dark Fatty because that would mean the bitch got away again!"

Harry could see the fear through the eyeholes in her mask as she shook her head frantically as she saw her dead comrade behind him, and knowing this one was not going easy on them, instead, being violent and uncaring about taking their lives.

"W-we work only for the Dark Lord!" she stammered out so he pulled her back towards him and pushed her back, smashing her head on the wall she fell down out cold.

He felt a little bad for her; she sounded young enough that peers or older family may have pressured her into joining under risk of dead, but she and others still could have sided against this. He was sure that Dumbledore would have taken them in and offered them safe haven, even if he was barmy and a little off his rocker; he was still smart, and as wizards go, mind-bogglingly powerful.

Turning he was impressed to see Hagrid swinging Death Eaters around like ragdolls while some less experienced tried stunning him but the stunners had no effect, so Harry took a wild guess that the man was half-giant by that and his size.

Walking up behind two, Harry grabbed them by their heads and face planted them into tables. It was disheartening to see few people fighting back as others screamed and ran in circles, and Death Eaters, laughing, were torturing more. They had not noticed the violent resistance.

Harry took advantage of that throwing two more clearly through the pubs glass window, cutting them up they fell twitching and whimpering outside where scum like them should be. He dodged down, back-hand-springing to his feet he picked up a heavy circular table and threw it, almost like a Frisbee spinning with the momentum and using two hands. It smashed into his attackers' throat and he was not getting up anymore, if ever after that.

Looking around the pub was secure, with the wimps tying up those that might wake and looking terrified. Harry looked out of the shattered window as many more Death Eaters marched in a large group, blasting this that and the other leaving dead witches and wizards in their wake, and not caring about their ages.

It made him grit his teeth in anger as he watched adults fleeing passed a small boy as he was in the path of the Death Eaters crying, on his butt. Harry did not even need to think about it as he jumped through the window and ran, outside, at them.

The Death Eaters spotted him and tried to hex him, but he weaved around their spells and snatched up the boy into his arms as he skidded to a stop.

"Barrier of Light and Hope, ASSIST!" he roared out as several spells came for them. Harry cradled the boy in his arms while he cried and whimpered more. He could not be any older than five years old, and Harry hated to think that his parents had been killed, but even more, that they would have abandoned the child to save themselves.

Harry and the boy blazed with light as the spells smashed into an invisible barrier. The spell was rippling transparent light under the onslaught. However, Harry was already fleeing back to the pub in that moment where Hagrid stood waiting.

"You Okay?" the giant man asked, looking him over for injury.

"Yeah," he nodded, handing the crying boy over to Rosmerta as she stood in the doorway, taking him and cradling him protectively, getting all the luck in her bosom.

"They're not very powerful, just large in numbers," he continued, shaking off that naughty thought as he had important things to think about, like the 'battle' right now. "Numbers can outdo talent if there's enough. Check this, though!" he said rushing back out.

Harry stood on the centre of the path both hands out palms pointing forward, right palm flat to the back of the other hand. He smirked as he concentrated, pulling forth his magic. His power seemed to supercharge the atmosphere, making it crackle, and heat the air.

"Beseech, I God of War, bring down the Hounds of Hell!" he roared out, his palm glowing red with flickering flames as he concentrated further on his cast. "I bring forth the rush of flames, and here forth comes the Reign of Fire!"

The flames on his hands burst out creating a complicated magic circle with fire seals, brands, and runes with dog shapes and patterns of fire, as tall as his body in diameter, round.

The Death Eaters seemed to stop as one when the circle of fire pulsed and blazing flame dogs burst out, sucking the flames away from the runological mark, several of them, charging the Death Eaters, melting away the flaming circle as they went, until it had completely gone.

Harry dropped to one knee, panting, as that kind of magic took a lot out of him, winding him for a bit, as it was a summoning cast rather than something simpler as a temporary barrier.

The dogs tore into screaming Death Eaters, taking their numbers down through death or injury, ten percent before they fizzled out, running out of magic.

The Death Eaters had tried everything they could think of against the dogs, even water, but idiots like them would never have the knowledge or talent to dispel them, and wizards had a dark spell similar, so they should have known to run.

Hagrid surprisingly helped Harry back onto his feet, looking very impressed. The Death Eaters had stopped; this was no longer a laughing matter because someone had changed the rules, as that someone used deadly magic against them. They now had to be cautious as they looked to their burnt husked and chewed up comrades.

"Got any more tricks like that, Harry?" Hagrid asked as the Death Eaters were starting to come around screaming about their only being two of them when suddenly white beams of light blast down in a whoosh like something from Star Trek. They had apparated at speeds, so it was a lot more noticeable and showy than blinking away and blinking back, which was 'slow', or even a pop or crack as you displace the air doing it normally.

Tonks had turned up looking better than before. She was with that red haired woman, Amelia or whatever, and that man with black shaggy hair, now getting a none-drugged look, he looked familiar, Sirius, that name? Then the lykan, Lupin was with them, and a large black auror and finally a scared auror with a peg leg, Mad-Eye-Moody from what he knew about the magical UK's cops he was retired.

They just ignored Harry and Hagrid and started flinging spells; though not deadly were obviously intent on wounding rather than stunning. They likely learnt that a stun victim could be woken up to fight straight away, whereas an injured Death Eater needed the doctor to heal them first, which they would not have on the field of battle.

Harry's right hand sparked with yellow light as a ball of energy grew into it, and fired. It rocketed passed Sirius's ear and smashed into the Death Eater ranks as they had started defending themselves.

The man looked back at him with wide eyes before he grinned. "I like your style kid!" he said when Harry charged, knocking him over as a killing curse came overhead. "Whoa, I own you one," he said as they got up, hiding behind rocks at the side of the road.

"Coffee anyone...?" Harry replied, amused.

"Right," Sirius said laughing. "I owe you two."

Harry grinned as he stood; the Death Eaters were actually falling back. He moved, running at them, weaving in and out of spells. Some of them fled, leaving just five. He got to them pretty fast, running up the side of a damage-ridden building, he hopped off, coming down the Death Eater could only screech in horror, and it felt like a wall had fallen on his face, he was down.

Harry skidded round, his right hand slamming into another's throat, then grabbing his robe, pulling him closer his knee buried in his gut. He spat up blood, wide eyed, gasping for breath, his mask falling off. Harry held him as the other three fired, using him as a shield he screamed until a killing curse put him out.

Harry lifted him, using him as his own personal human shield he ran at them, feeling the spells hit through the body before throwing it at one Death Eater who caught it instead of moving, and dropped his wand.

Harry dived out of the way of a curse and it hit the one holding his dead comrade, causing him to scream in agony as it chopped off a hand, now holding the body in his arms, he went down with a swift leg sweep, leaving two.

The remaining Death Eater took shaky steps back as Harry took his time standing up straight. He could see the fear, smell it in the air. The rules were now out of the window so they fired. They had no choice but to fight. They forgot, in their fright that they could still apparate or surrender to the aurors.

Harry dodged, sliding under a spell his left foot kicked up, shattering whatever this one had between his legs. He squeaked like a little mouse before Harry flicked himself up and his left fist shattered the purists jaw, knocking him out to the floor. Harry had to jump back as the final Death Eaters tried his luck again.

Harry looked at him as he stopped firing and started walking slowly towards him while he was now shaking so much Harry did not need to dodge. He tried to hit Harry but the spell just flew wide and Harry kept coming, nonstop like a juggernaut.

"P-please get away from me you monster!" the Death Eater cried out in despair as no one was coming to his rescue.

He tried firing again, but his hand would not stop moving, and after a few moments, he could not even get his wand to do anything he was so scared, his whole life flashing before his eyes, and it wasn't very impressive, but very sad.

"Monster, says the man who tortures, mains, and torments the weak and defenceless!" Harry hissed out a reply as he was in the man's space and tore off his mask, dropping it to the floor as if dissolved into nothing, being a conjure like all of their masks.

The Death Eater was not much older than he was, with tears trailing down his cheek. "You sicken me with your pathetic need to hate for hates sake!" Harry sneered before head-butting the pathetic creature, breaking his nose and knocking him out to the ground.

However, Harry turned as he heard children screaming. He hadn't seen them, and they were holding two children hostage, floating above their heads. They saw him coming; they were terrified, and a few fired spells that he dodged with ease, increasing his speed towards them as they were down a side road, and making everyone who saw him blink in surprise, since he only got faster. He jumped up, spinning twice at a side angle in between two killers, landing lightly in a sweeping motion he continued; his momentum unfazed.

Harry King could now hear the two children cries and screams louder, as he dodged left and then right, speeding right to the Death Eaters, and ducking a spell, under that Death Eaters wand. He grabbed his wrist with his right hand holding his arm outstretched, tight, all in one motion as he came up his left fist smashed into the Death Eater's elbow.

The masked man screamed in pain as bone splintered out of his skin, splattering blood from under his sleeve. Harry pulled the Death Eater to his knees with his damaged arm, as he cried and whimpered. Harry then released him and smashed him out could and bloodied cracking the mask with his right fist. The enemy slumped to the ground: unmoving.

Another spell came at Harry from the side. He bent far back, leaping off his feet he back flipped landing lightly. He sped forward with the momentum, leaping up, legs face height, and with a left turning spinning slice kick, his right leg smashed into another Death Eater's face. Blood spilt in gushes as the dark enemy screamed. He was sent hurtling twenty feet, trailing blood, where he landed unmoving, and his mask split and fell off in two, each half to either side of his blood oozing face.

Harry used the shock the other Death Eaters were in to his advantage, and punched another with a left and right to the chest. He screeched in agony as they splintered ribs and he spat up a gush of red blood before the young Bandit King, right hooked him flying, a few feet away where he did not get up.

Harry then seemed to disappear before the Death Eater's eyes as they shook of their shock to fight back when a boom of strength caught their attention, behind. Harry appeared out of nowhere with his fists firmly planted in two Death Eater's stomachs, and they were lifted from the ground, dangling limply on his fists, blood gushing out of the sides of their masks from their mouths. Harry just let them drop to the ground, turning he glared fiercely at his opponents', they acceptably stepped back, very shaken.

"Five left," commented Harry to himself. Then the two Death Eater's levitating the children stopped the spell to fight, firing at him.

Harry growled as the screaming children fell as if in slow motion. He moved beyond speed to get to them. He dodged spells, left and right. The children seemed to be about five. He had to stop their fall. He sped forwards, ducking he dove under a killer, his hands hitting the ground he sprang up, the bottom of his left boot crashing into the nearest Death Eater's knee, smashing it to smithereens and bringing him to the ground.

Harry sprang onto his feet and ran at another Eater, dodging spells as he moved away, backing up. However, Harry was much too fast, he reached his target and ran up the man's body, smashing his right boot into the dark wizards face, blood poured as the man fell unconscious, crashing to the ground.

Harry seemed to fly for a moment in the direction of the screaming children as they fell. His arms outstretched, reaching them in flighty-fall; he grabbed them both around the waist, and they in that moment of shock scrambled to hold him as tight as they could as they continued towards the ground.

The boy and girl closed their eyes as the ground came up to meet them. However, they did not crash down but landed, slightly heavy, but nothing else. The kids opened their eyes to see they were now safe and only three Death Eater's were left standing with looks of horror, and one crying on the ground in agony, cradling his knee.

Harry had landed near where Hagrid now stood with the other adults with looks of shock and awe.

Harry pried the children off and shoved them into Hagrid's temporary custody since he was a teacher. Hagrid shook his head clear, noticing the children in his arms.

"Don't worry kids… I'm just going to take care of the rest of the garbage," said Harry with a small smile when he noticed they looked as if they did not want him to leave.

Harry then scowled fiercely at the three remaining Death Eaters and they staggered back looking past the point of fear, feeling nothing but terror. He charged, seemingly flying across the ground. The Death Eater's saw no choice, so they fired spells. It seemed they were so scared they forgot they could apparate away and escape.

The young Bandit King skidded round a green spell, ducking one of dark orange, and jumped up, forward flipping a few feet in the air over another green beam, as his feet hit the ground he stepped with speed to his right, avoiding another killer, all the while never slowing his dash.

Harry dodged another dark orange spell, dashing slightly left, and then dropped to his right, rolling under a black beam before using his right hand and arm, flicking himself to his feet only leaving a small trail in the dusty ground; his momentum still not stalled, like an unstoppable juggernaut once more, and once more these Death Eater's were terrified.

He screeched across the dirty ground seemingly getting faster, he ducked another killer, stopping his dash he let himself slide on the dirt, as if surfing, he kicked out his left leg as he passed one, tripping the Death Eater flew down, crashing to the floor with a whimpering groan.

Harry then stood, grinning darkly as he witnessed the two others he still slid towards before he moved. Their eyes widened in horror as they could not even think of a spell; it was useless to even try. Harry was beyond them in power, skill, and knowledge.

"It's quite hot out here," Harry commented loudly and coldly. "Why don't I cool you both down," he laughed as they stumbled back. "Cooling Rain, God of the Cold… Chill!" he roared: A huge eruption of snow and cold blast out of his cupped hands, as if a rippling wave of snow and ice blazed into existence before the young warrior, rolling in droves towards the Death Eater's. They were routed to the spot as the ground froze around them, the cold was overwhelming. They could see Harry through the flames of ice as if he was within them with his emerald eyes furious as they made the mistake of angering him.

It then hit, and the two remaining Death Eater's screamed in blood curdling agony for a moment as they were flash frozen into ice statues. The people were watching with mouths agape, as they had already witnessed such incredible feats, and realised in horror that the Death Eaters were being toyed with as they hadn't stood a chance against him.

"Whoa, that was just troublesome," he commented to the giant man as he stopped before him with a sheepish grin, and the children surprisingly jumped him, hugging hold tight.

Harry sighed slightly. "Sshh, its ok… what kind of hero would I be if I didn't save you and kick bad guy butt, huh?" he asked jokingly as he looked to the children he had saved.

The boy and girl stifled some giggles, pulling back to look at him they wiped tears from their eyes. "See," he continued with a reassuring smile. "No need to cry now," he chuckled as they gave small smiles.

"T-Tim... Marry," a blonde woman gasped out interrupting as she came to her senses, stepping forward with tears shinning in her eyes.

"Mommy!" the boy and girl chimed stretching out for her.

"Oh, my babies," she cried as Harry let her take them both from his arms, hugging them tight herself, lavishing them with kisses before looking up at the young warrior with grateful tears in her blue eyes. "Thank you so much, how can I ever repay you?" she asked desperately.

Harry shrugged impishly, noting the woman was quite hot, but was probably married. Anyway asking for sexual favours for saving lives was just beyond wrong and not his style.

"Umm, it's fine… I'm just glad they're okay… you know, Death Eater's are just bothersome morons," he joked to release the tension. "It was my pleasure to teach them some respect for pain." The woman just nodded, thankful her babies were fine, thankful the young warrior was there to save them all.

Harry turned to the others as they were brushing themselves down, panting for breath while they looked to him in amazement as a sorcerer of his design had not been seen before, by them at least.

"Well, later guys," he said with a cheery wave, surprising them. "I have stuff to do, sisters to find…" he said, shrugging as he blast away in a beam of light. It would not occur to him until later that they would know how to find his sisters.

"Whoa, that kid has some moves and then some!" Sirius broke the others out of their stupor.

"Dam, I wanted to speak to him about possible careers-!" Amelia said but trailed off as Sirius snorted.

"Stop trying to recruit," he said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, he doesn't exactly seem to play by the book or any book for that matter."

"You should have seen this spell he used though!" Hagrid said, holding in his excitement. "It created these burning dogs made out of fire. I've never seen magic like that before."

"We should see Dumbledore about this?!" Tonks suggested reasonably. "Maybe he'll know something about him, or these weird spells he used without a wand?"

"I doubt he does, but you're right, let's go," Amelia agreed, nodding. "Someone will clean this up…"

"No need m'dear!"

They turned to see Albus Dumbledore with several staff members looking out of breath, having run. He was an old man with long white beard and hair with half-moon specs and sparkling blue eyes, wearing purple robes with gold stars and moons on them.

"I discovered the attack, but it seems we were late!" the old man said with a sigh. "I must admit I'm not as spry as I once was. Please forgive me," he said before turning to his staff. "Please if you could at the least give the poor fallen this day some dignity that would be most appreciated while I get the details of what has transpired."

They all went off to do just that as he looked to the aurors. "What happened here? I overheard you mention someone else?"

"Yeah, Harry King," Hagrid said eagerly. "He said he's here to look after his sisters. His sisters! As in, June and Rose," he added causing some gasps but Dumbledore acted as if that wasn't unusual for long lost runaway brothers to suddenly turn up, and kick the poop out of the bad guys.

"I see," the old man replied, nodding his head in thought before looking around at the mess. "And Mr. King caused all of this fighting the Death Eaters?"

"No, not all the damage; we got a lot of them ourselves!" Sirius said, still smarting that he did not recognise Harry for who he was. "But he used some pretty neat tricks and the last five... well, before those guys who took some children hostage; well he beat them up without even using any magic. He just moved through the spells, and was so fast and strong... with all of them really. It was awesome! But you should have seen him when he saved those little kids."

"I see," the old man frowned with a small smile. "So… can't get a Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, huh Severus… no this year's not yours, you have to stay with potions…?" the old man said muttering to himself in thought. "Youngest teacher, ever, yes, yes," he said not paying attention to the grimaces from the aurors or Hagrid brightening. "You must come to my office. If that is what he is like without a wand…? I must see the memories with my own eyes."

"What about Harry?" Remus interrupted, concerned. "He's gone looking for the girls, and he seemed to be a trouble magnet."

"No, no, no, don't be silly," said Dumbledore smiling. "He's just the curious sort, reminds me a bit of me, only more violent; a sign of the different times. He finds trouble, because trouble is around to find. Come along," he said leading the way back towards the castle.

"Well mate, if trouble does find him, he'll be in great company with Rose as trouble finds her too," Sirius said patting his friends shoulder as they followed the group up to Hogwarts.

"Well, I suppose I kind of own him twice now," Remus answered with a sigh while Sirius laughed at him.

"Three times!" he corrected, grinning.

Remus smirked. "Twice," he corrected the correction. "He didn't save me today!" he said while Sirius pouted.

to be continued...