Breaking Azkaban:
"Well, Sirius let us start with our checklist before we talk about Prongslet and Teethsie. We can tick the Dementor test off. Tell me about the Personnel and the Patrol schedule."
"Er alright. The Dementors generally patrol around the tower ledge and up and down the passageway on each floor. I can remember that the building starts at the bottom and on every floor, you climb a step to get to the next floor. My dearest cousin and her cuck of a husband are on the first level. I am on the last floor up here. There are only five Aurors here at a time and they do only do a one month shift at a time. The Aurors never patrol the building and they stay at the entrance of the building because they don't trust the Dementors to behave. "
"How many Dementors are present?"
"It depends? They fade in and out of existence. After the office floor, every floor has at least two plus the single Dementor on each ledge. Sometimes on extremely cold nights, the Dementors often huddle on the island as they don't like being confined here. They want out. There is some other place where they are contained because one night, I saw almost sixty of them. Yes, I counted all of them, I have nothing to do here."
"Are the Dementors that patrol your floor a concern?"
"Not sure. We will see how the bracelet works. They are terrifying but they aren't too bright. They can understand English but they don't speak it regularly. It sounds like a low whisper and hissing at the same time. Every fifteen minutes they make a rotation on the ledge outside."
"What are the options for getting in? Can we come in from the top? We have tools that can break concrete."
"I remember Dawlish came to gloat sometime last year. He reminded me that the roof is twenty feet of solid concrete. He told me I deserved what I got for killing the Potters. What a colossal cunt."
"Not to worry, we have something special planned for him. I don't think we can break through that thickness of concrete. The type of explosives we have might take the whole building out. We might have to fight our way in or try breaking the window open."
"You have explosives?"
"It is a long story Padfoot"
"My current cell? The window cells are just for temporary visits. There are four other cells on each level. I get rotated to one randomly. I will not be here in three days."
"How thick are the steel bars? And are the other cells far away?"
"Maybe about an inch. No, other cells are within walking distance and no traps of any kind. How do you plan to get here?"
"The device you saw earlier was a test to see if the Azkaban magic would affect the new things we have built. We have something called a jet pack. You will have to see for yourself."
"Moony, if you could send me a wand, I could get out myself. Or hide until I can change into Padfoot. Or could you send something to cut the bar?"
"We thought about that. You cant swim two hundred miles. You would die from the cold of the water. Don't worry, Prongslet and Teethsie never fail."
"Padfoot, where did all of this…..stuff…..come from? Just curious?"
"Prongslet inherited another title. A house that has a lineage and habit of building impossible things. So Harry like his mother prospered with his natural intelligence. And he brought his discoveries, along with advancing Lilly's work. As fantastic as that is, we sadly have a far greater issue to address…."
"What is that, Moony?"
"We have confirmation that Moldypants is alive, as some kind of foul spectre. He almost killed Prongslet twenty eight months ago, through the scar on his forehead. Prongslet had to survive by himself. I can't even say that I was there. Prongslet worked backwards and began to prepare himself, Lilly style."
"He is alive!" Sirius asked as he was too shocked to comprehend such a statement. Slowly, his face began to become angry.
"Yes Padfoot. Taking care of the Dementors now is less trouble later. We are planning to kill all the Dementors and we are making preparations for the second war. It is coming for sure."
"And Prongslet was almost killed? Where was Dumbledore?" Sirius thundered.
"Absent. You don't think it strange that he is too busy to push for your release? Should he not know how much you loved Lilly and James? I thought the Godfather oath kills a person if they were to harm their ward. He knew you took the oath long before that fateful night."
"You mean, he left me here Moony?"
"Not deliberately. He just probably forgot about a person who wasn't important anymore. He didn't mind your money when he wanted financial support for the Order of the Fried Chicken?"
Sirius laughed. Genuinely laughed.
"Since when are you a comedian? Order of the Fried Chicken? That one is pretty good!"
"Since I started living in the muggle world and Harry's sass rubbed off on me, You should hear him curse, he has a sailor's mouth. Although, he can be blamed. Too many harsh experiences for a little boy. Padfoot…..he had to become a man before his time…"
"If I get out, I promise you we will fix it. All of it. Upon my magic, upon my brother and sister, Lilly and James. Upon you as my friend and Harry as my godson."
"Harry will be pleased with that promise. You might be pleased to know that Harry's Patronus is far more solid and powerful than mine. Harry could conjure a Patronus and dust the whole of Azkaban out. As I said, we are taking care of the creatures proactively."
"Harry can cast a Patronus? Just know you will tell me is the next Merlin? How did you get all of this organised? This is well thought out – not anything like the hare-brained things we called missions back in Hogwarts."
"Well – this is where I think you will have the best evening of your life. Let me give you an abridged version of the shenanigans Prongslet and Teethsie get up to, now that you understand the reasons as to why we had to do…all this…"
Meanwhile, Invictus sent a message to Clementine:
"We have a confirmation on the effectiveness of the weapon. The weapon can kill Dementors. Harry is going to wage Guerilla warfare on the Aurors for the next couple of days before he launches the main operation."
"Fantastic. Keep me informed." The Frenchwoman replied.
Remus explained how Harry's adoptive mother and her old Hogwarts friend had truly been the catalyst for all the good things that Prongslet had experienced. They helped him to stand taller, taught him magic and provided specialised books. They looked after him for a couple of months as they cured his malnourishment. When Harry got better, he took it upon himself to physically train himself and study. Remus then brought Sirius up to speed by showing him the article and the pictures of how his godson and his friend had put Malfoy, Parkinson and Goyle on the ground in the blink of an eye. He also related how he was tested and only when Harry was sure, he was welcomed into the fold.
"So yes Sirius, a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin got the last laugh on all of us. Two muggleborn women created a phenomenon that already has upturned the Wizarding world."
"I take it back. He isn't a Marauder. He is a mad lad! But if he is using Lilly's and James' research, who else better, to put it to use? I do want to meet this woman and her family. Of course, I also want to meet the snake who is helping our boy and Teethsie. We haven't done well at all, as the brave Gryffindors haven't we?"
"Not at all. The drone was called back home because some food is on the way. Do you get lunch at Azkaban?"
"No. Only breakfast and dinner and the food is tasteless and terrible. Feels like nothing in my mouth."
"Not to worry, we are coming with something satisfying in a bit."
"Can I see both of them?"
"Sure, but don't disturb them. They are building things that our lives will depend on. I do think it will be good to see our young engineers at work here."
"An engineer?"
"A person in the muggle world who is qualified to build muggle artefacts from scratch. Or machines as they are properly called. Technically they aren't properly qualified yet, but that doesn't seem to bother them one bit. How do you think we got to you? There are muggle devices that work through wards and concealment. Our reluctance to study their culture has left us blind and vulnerable. That however is going to spring you out."
"Lilly used to always say the same thing. I remember watching a Helicopter for the first time. I thought it was a giant metal bee."
"Not to worry, let them handle it. Keep an eye on the Dementors. If it gets cold you know what to do."
Sirius spent the rest of the evening in silence, as he listened to his godson and his friend as they built a 'combi-rifle' and an 'exoskeleton brace'. Sirius was not the brightest person, but he could tell that they could do intricate runic arrays and they had a stupid number of tools he had never seen in his life. Harry would often look at him and salute. He observed as their hands deftly used a wide variety of tools, and he listened to the Heavy Metal that roared in the background. He noted that Mipsy and Tipsy had been claimed via the inheritance and they seemed so different? Harry had done something to them? Sirius who had nothing but blank walls to see his whole life, watched on as he saw Harry and Hermione consume stupid amounts of food, tea and coffee respectively. After they were finished with an odd-looking armour system that looked to be sized for Remus, Harry looked in the mirror and smiled.
"Hey you! We got something nice coming to you from my grandmother. We also going to play cat and mouse with our cloaked friends in a bit. We are on a break, we can talk."
"I am so proud of you, I don't know what to say! I am so sorry I went running after Pettigrew. You almost died and that should not have happened," said Sirius, with tears in his eyes.
"All water under the bridge. I am thankful to God up there and Lady Magic for what I have. And if the parents are watching on my escapades, I promise both of you I will sharpen him up spectacularly."
James and Lilly watched on and both of them laughed.
James ruefully said, "If there is one person who might make Sirius less of a scallywag, it might be our boy."
"Don't be so sure James – remember Sirius has never had to work for a witch's affection. Always too suave and he always knew that he had classic Black looks. I bet you that moon that we saw yesterday that Sirius is going to fall hard for Priya. He already adores the woman for saving Harry and you know he likes them curvy. Gah – that sounds horrible to say out loud, but you know exactly what I mean"
"Well, it won't be too different how you bagged me," smiled James. "You always had a superior posterior."
Lilly conjured a newspaper and hit James behind his head playfully.
"Terrible the whole bunch of you. All of you need women to keep you in line!"
Harry spoke to Sirius as Hermione began loading code into the microcontrollers for Remus' armour.
"I am proud of you too Padfoot. You have survived the Dementors only on a singular thought. I could use that type of conviction.
They took everything from us. Everything. I will give the enemy not even a single damned knut when the war arrives again.
Make no mistake Padfoot, when you get here you will be given some time to relax. But after that, I expect you to fight back with everything at your disposal. Do this for me and we can consider it a great apology. Yes, I am bargaining like a snake. It is useful."
"I will do that. Anything for you Harry. I promised on my magic, to support you to the end….."
"Excellent Padfoot! Oh, look outside we have your dinner for you. Take it from the box."
Sirius had enjoyed the meal very much. It felt nourishing and for the first time, he did not have a dull headache. He also appreciated the hand sanitiser, the small chocolate ice cream and the extra-large bottle of orange juice. Sirius had mostly eaten only British classics his entire life and wondered what type of food had been sent, so he asked:
"The best thing I ever had. What type of food is this?"
"Indian Food. This is the Prongslet special. My adoptive mother and their entire family are Indians, and you are eating my grandmother's love out of that container. I am certainly a Potter and my lineage is Peverell, but I am very much a Singh too."
"Tell me about them?" Sirius asked softly, as he was curious to find out who had nurtured Harry.
Harry explained how he had met his new family and how they had been instrumental in putting him back together. He spoke about Grandma Amba feeding him and pinching his cheek excessively for many months. He mentioned the bracelet on his wrist and the Ganesha chain he proudly wore on his neck. His grandfather had encouraged him to go to Church, and he attended every Sunday and it made him feel light in his chest. And his mother? She was responsible for preparing him, educating him, encouraging him but most importantly, loving him.
"I guess I am a child under the sun of more than one faith I suppose," Harry explained.
"You were always a blessed child. Well, what now?"
"Observe outside the window. We are playing cat and mouse with the morons."
Sirius looked on as the Dementors seemed attracted to something that was out in the water. All the Dementors had emptied Azkaban. Sirius found this rather unusual, and it seemed Harry was deliberately luring them out.
"Are you doing that?" asked Sirius.
"Yes. We have a device that is pumping large amounts of energy into a parabolic antenna. As far as the Dementors are concerned, something nice and juicy is out there.
Enjoy the fireworks."
Dawlish who was on his last two weeks of rotation for Azkaban found himself wondering about his recent encounter with the "Rune-Priestess." Truthfully, he was angry and wanted revenge. He had been an excellent student and he had Fudge's assurance that the culprit would be found, and charges would be pressed.
Almost seven months later and nothing.
Raids encouraged by Lucius Malfoy turned up nothing. It only produced evidence that many of Malfoy's friends purchased illicit artefacts. Dawlish had no idea why Fudge allowed Lucius to stay in his company, but he reasoned with Malfoy pushing for the persons to be found, it might be beneficial to him.
The truth was that Dawlish was terrified. He was experienced enough to understand when he was being challenged and how much effort was being made by his enemy. He distinctly got the feeling that on that particular day, he was nothing more than an ant. Even if he wanted to engage, there was no one capable of landing a spell with that type of accuracy. Not at that type of range. He hoped that at least he would get through the week without facing any surprises. When he suddenly felt happy again, he wondered if the Dementors chosen to congregate on the edge of the island. Better to check.
"Grouse, with me. Let us check on the Dementors. Patronii at the ready. I just want to check they are congregating the normal way. Consistent behaviour is how we leave here with our lives. Dementors don't obey anyone."
"Reeeeee -REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -REEEEEEE – Reeeee - Reeeeeee"
A horrendous sound that he had dismissed earlier as probably someone losing their soul was heard again. As they stepped out at the door to investigate, they froze in fear. In the distance was a herd of Dementors who were running away from something, under the pale moonlight. Something that could hurt a Dementor was out there, and it was approaching the island.
What could hurt a Dementor? Was it some unknown creature?
A bright blue set of sparks preceded the unearthly screech, and it almost seemed like dragon fire. As some of the Dementors combusted into flames, the others began to glide quickly towards a mass retreat. The pair of Aurors trembled in fear as the others soon joined them to watch the spectacle. Something worse than Dementors existed out there and it could come for them next? When Dawlish however, saw the blue beam that came from seemingly nowhere and he realised exactly what going on.
They were here.
The beam looked exactly like what had shot him but this one was for killing things. He observed as the Dementors were hosed down with long-range fire from all different positions from somewhere far out in the water with pinpoint accuracy.
"It is those wretches who attacked me! Light the area up! Light the area up! Lumos Maximus!" Dawlish bellowed at the top of his voice. Suddenly the small area lit up as the wizards shot illumination werelights up into the sky.
That was when the situation got even worse. The island was littered with dead Dementors. And there was nothing over the water.
As the Dementors completed their retreat via the hidden passages that were not accessible to humans, Dawlish and his colleagues inspected the damage. At least twenty dementors were dead on the cold hard stone and the green-black blood glowed ominously against the jagged rocks. Dawlish, curious to know what he was dealing with, decided to gingerly approach with his wand ready. This was the first time a Dementor had been killed. He also scanned the area and found absolutely nothing.
"Homenum Revelio"
Nothing.
They had already left. How could they have shot the spells from so far out? Unless they could fly? But brooms didn't work in Azkaban. Or maybe standard brooms didn't work in Azkaban. Maybe this group of teenagers had solved the problem? How were they supposed to beat an attack where the enemy had better range and aerial superiority? He summoned the most powerful Patronus he could muster and sent the Canary with a message to Fudge.
"The Storm Bringers are coming to break someone out. They attacked the Dementors and killed them. We have dead Dementors. They also can fly. Send reinforcements immediately. Send as many Aurors as you can. They are dangerous. Dawlish out."
Invictus had parked on the ground approximately ten meters away and had heard everything through the parabolic microphone. Sirius by listening to his earbud heard the entire conversation and looked at the utter carnage Harry was capable of inflicting from the comfort of his house.
"Well, you have their attention know. How does Harry plan to deal with this?" Sirius asked Invictus, as he noticed that Harry and Hermione were done with the operation for the evening. They had skipped over to the workbenches and they continued their work.
"Naturally with superior tactics, magic and technology. This is exactly what Harry wanted. By Wednesday morning the Dementors will be conditioned into running away from certain magical signatures. They know something can kill them. No, tonight the hunters become the hunted. The predators become prey."
"Thank you for helping Harry. I understand enough to know that your inheritance prepared Harry."
"You are welcome, Sirius. But as I see it, he helped himself. He had so much desire in him to build great things, that he wrestled the Peverell Magic that night into complying with him. No, this is his birthright."
"It certainly is. How will they be arriving? I understand they can fly very fast."
"Correct. Harry's jetpack could be considered by you to be a back-mounted broom, that is capable of 250 mph. The issue with going faster is that the force is threatening to smash his neck in. I think he is making an emergency modification to the armour tonight and that is why he isn't talking to you. Sometimes he and Hermione need quiet."
"Two hundred and fifty miles per hour? That is insane! And he wants to go faster?"
"SR-71, One of the most beautiful aircraft ever built, in 1966 was making an easy 2400 mph and flying at the edge of the planet's air bubble. What Harry has built is amazing by Wizarding standards but a mere oddity in the Muggle world. A lot of stunt pilots fly faster than Harry on a Saturday morning as a joke."
"Can I see a picture of the SR-71 thinga-majig?"
Sirius spent the rest of the night under the silencing ward as Invictus explained that if Dementors were animalistic, they could be conditioned into behaving in a desired manner. Harry had planned to keep Sirius unsupervised as he would hit the Aurors with 'guerrilla' tactics. The drone was equipped with a magical torch and his job was to melt the hinges on the door until they could not be repaired. As long as the damage was extensive, the Reparo would not work. Invictus was only happy to make some text large enough for Sirius to have reading material, as he reviewed past newspaper articles. Somewhere later in the night, Sirius giggled as he heard a large creaking sound followed by a thunderous crash.
"Maybe he is a marauder after all" Sirius whispered to himself, as he went to sleep on the warm yoga mat with a blanket. He had received a bar of soap and a makeshift shower heater. His stomach was no longer a pit, and the hollow feeling in his heart lifted.
His godson was coming for him, and he was coming to create a spectacle.
Sirius awoke the next morning to find Aurors yelling. He could not hear what the indistinct screaming was about, but if had to guess, the nonexistent door left them exposed to the elements. They had not gotten much sleep and this had left them grumpy and scared – now they had no way to block the cold from coming in. Soon enough, absolutely loud heavy metal music began to play off some of the lower walls in Azkaban. Bullet For My Valentine's Waking the Demon began to pump at such a loud volume that Sirius heard it quite clearly from his cell.
Two, three, four
Helpless, my eyes are bleeding from the fear that's inside
You sealed your demise when you took what was mine
Don't try and stop me from avenging this world
No voice to be heard
Waking the Demon
Where'd you run to?
Walking in shadows
Watch the blood flow
Sirius realised that the volume had to be deafening nearer to the source. As he pondered as to why Harry would do such a thing, the drone arrived with breakfast packaged in a plastic container. Sirius listened to the instructions via Invictus and picked up a couple of containers of a green looking liquid, along with some small cylinders from the pocket of the drone.
"Morning Padfoot. This is Teethsie. Prongslet is sleeping in. Enjoy the breakfast.
Harry made something so brilliant in the wee hours of this morning, that even I am impressed. Harry had designed a Graphcrete or a rapidly hardening concrete for magical construction. He linked the materials to a Protean charm and now we can use any concrete surface as a speaker. All we need to do is spray a small patch and deploy one of our energy sources. The vibration travels particularly well in magical concrete. The music isn't meant to be pleasing or to have great quality, it is meant to keep the Aurors tired and off-balance. He also wanted your cousin and her husband on the ground floor to get a taste of Hard Rock from the United Kingdom. Whales to be exact."
"Well sorry to disappoint you but the quality is excellent. It sounds like that stereo that Lilly showed us many years ago. But the sound is more open and fuller. I take it that Harry likes this type of music?"
"He certainly does. This is easy listening. We have some more brutal stuff for later, and that is meant to annoy them. But the best part is…..right…..about….now…"
The music stopped and noises that one would associate with World War II bombers and machine-gun fire roared. Mortar fire, Shelling, Tank Fire and MG-42 Fire could be heard. It seemed that Harry had chosen to go utterly deafening on the war sounds, and they were very convincing. Then the music resumed, just when the previous sounds threatened to break the sanity of the individuals into nothing.
Sirius began to laugh.
"That is the most brilliant thing I have ever seen. He plans to drive them insane by the end of the week?"
"Pretty much. We are aware that reinforcements are on the way, but Harry has something to deal with the numbers. As for the cylinders, they are charged with the same type of energy that we used last night. Just place them around the four corners of the cell. Based on last night, they won't patrol around your part of the tower. They will know death is waiting for them. "
"He is utterly terrifying Teethsie. Does he always work situations out with such precision?"
"He does. He is brilliant at tactics. Your job for the next couple of days is to sit tight. You must eat as much as possible so that you can restore your strength. We will send some small miscellaneous potions also. The green spray is my invention. It is called Medi-Spray. Start spraying yourself down, it will patch up all the wounds, infections and minor skin issues. This is what brings in the galleons for me."
Sirius began to spray the mixture all over himself after eating his breakfast and looked on in amazement as all his wounds and scars where he fought against the bars merely disappeared. Some of his tattoos were damaged but he could always have them redone.
"Dam those kids are talented." He thought to himself. Harry's friend had invented this? As he thought about this, Harry announced himself with a large cup of coffee and a bacon and egg sandwich.
"Well, well. Sleeping beauty is up. Like my final touches to the situation?"
"I hope I never get pranked by you, I dread to think what you will come up with…."
"Nah, I won't be vicious with pranks. There is a time for fun and time to fight. The music is psychological warfare. I am going to stimulate their senses until they crumble into nothing. The next step? Let us say bombardment is incoming, in a bit."
Dawlish and the Aurors were having the worst time of their lives as the music stopped abruptly and the loud muggle war sounds would rattle them to the bone. With no sleep, and the tendency of the Dementors to drain the energy of humans, they felt like walking corpses. The Dementors were not interested in patrolling and their concentration at the bottom of the building had blanketed the ground floor with an oppressive aura. They could sense the discomfort and the unhappiness, and they were glad to feed off the high emotions. As they began to lose focus, their ability to cast a strong Patronus slipped away. Dawlish had been taught at the Auror academy that one should always depend on their senses. With the fatigue, Dawlish and the Aurors finally decided to silence their ears - It was now too much. They needed to sleep, and almost everyone doxed off in the numb silence.
Before the fatigue could close their eyes, they began to notice red spells raining directly from above. While the main building was protected from spellfire, the ground outside was not, as some type of modified Bombarda spell began to chip away the hard unrelenting stone and produce any number of rock shards. Dawlish had panicked as the silencing of his ears had left him unable to detect the new development. He and his colleagues had attempted to stun the person who was raining down these spells but they could see nothing and the movement was so abrupt.
It looked like red rain.
Then the drone broke off the attack and then returned home to acquire lunch for Sirius. This also provided Harry and Hermione with opportunities to make some quick checks and change out the mission payload and the power cells.
Around lunchtime, the drone showed up with a container of Shepard Pie along with some beer. Sirius was quite happy to have a drink as he read some books through the mirror. The music was still playing loudly, but the earbuds had silenced his environment. By the time the night time had arrived, the entire group of Aurors had gotten conditioned to the entire affair and could easily sleep through a tornado if it was necessary. They could not tell the difference between explosions that were being played to them, and the Bombarda spells that seemed to fire off in volleys at random intervals. The music only got heavier and now it was outright Death Metal. Harry was aware that the Aurors had capitulated and had silenced their ears, but he decided to keep the music running.
They were not getting any breaks. Nile's Sacrifice Unto Sebek rattled their skeletons.
"Well, Necrophagist never released a new album. This will have to do for now. I hope Dawlish is having a good time." Harry laughed, as the band's 2004 album, 'A Onset of Putrefaction' continued to torture the Aurors late into the night.
While the evening attack was conducted, Harry made an emergency visit to the machine shop. He had designed a solution to the speed problem. A miniature locking system that connected the helmet to the main exoskeleton backplate would allow the helmet to relieve his neck of the excessive pressure – the force of the wind generally compressed his head, under high speeds. After a short test flight in Cornwall, the suit of armour for Remus was finalised, along with the additional jetpack for Sirius.
Sirius was apprehensive about being flown by someone else when Harry explained the arrangement. Should anything happen, the jetpack could be flown by Sirius, and Remus had commented that the jetpack felt very natural and that it 'inspired confidence'. Sirius knew that Remus did not like heights at all, so the 'device' probably had to be good.
Harry had decided that the best course of action was to spring the attack on Thursday. He would use the low light conditions of the late evening to beat them into submission. The plan was to disorient the fatigued Aurors and to take them out with long-range weapons fire. After the bulk of the visitors were dealt with, the rest of the enemies would be dealt with, using hand to hand combat.
To facilitate this, the pair had designed some tennis ball-sized high discharge lights that could be thrown on the ground. When activated, they would strobe at random intervals and visually disorient the individuals, no different to standard Flash Bangs. Harry had made three dozen of them and programmed an intent modified "Accio Flashbangs" into the emitter array of the drone. The Flash Bangs were magnetic, so when they were close enough on recall, they would automatically stick to an electromagnetic plate. After all, he had no plan to leave any items behind, for anyone to examine.
He was aware that the fight involved Aurors, and he planned to break bones, but not kill. To cover his bases, he added a wrist-mounted pepper spray gun. Hermione had only been too happy to add some custom ingredients that were skin irritants and guaranteed to cause itching. This would be used to incapacitate the Aurors in a non-lethal fashion.
By Wednesday afternoon, between the loud dubstep music, random war sounds and Arnold Schwarzenegger movie lines Dawlish and the rest of the Aurors were now flirting with insanity. The lack of sleep began to affect Dawlish's judgement and he could not be trusted to be objective. The additional exposure to the harsh weather only served to unbalance everyone.
Sirius that evening was given a flight suit and some common potions via drone delivery. Everyone was going to get an early rest because Thursday evening was 'showtime'. William would provide oversight for the operation and Priya was staying the evening in case she was needed. Of course, Invictus had called Clementine and explained the utter chaos that Harry and Hermione had caused over the last few days, and he promised to send a video stream for their entertainment. Clementine had approached Luis and explained the situation, and he decided he wanted to see the operation as it progressed. It would be a good indication of his capability and nobody had seen his full weapon package.
By the time Thursday evening had arrived, Harry and Remus were already arming themselves to the teeth. Harry checked over all his systems and gear, as his rifle scope was being tuned by William with some last-minute adjustments. His pistol was locked into the holster. Harry had about ten brand new power packs installed, along with his vambrace that had been fully charged. Hermione checked over the microcontrollers and made sure the titanium plates were secured. Naturally, she ran all these checks for Remus too, who was carrying the extra jetpack for Sirius along with a harness. Finally, they both put on their helmets and activated the communications.
"Moony?"
"Loud and Clear."
"Good, I hear you too."
Hermione locked the helmets up as Priya and Lorna arrived via Mipsy and Tipsy respectively.
Priya realise that she had been pranked again – as she looked upon her son, he was now fully armed. The boy had a huge rifle that looked like something that had time travelled from the future. His armour seemed to look far more sophisticated than the standard camo and olive drab that could be found on military gear anywhere else. As Hermione tested the cameras and the features, she found herself surprised by the type of hardware that they possessed. It seemed that Harry had done a titanic amount of work during the last six months and he had not mentioned anything. The workshop, which she was visiting for the first time, seemed to look like a scene from a Batman movie.
She decided she would ask later, about what he had developed.
Harry was now about to connect his gloves when his mother held his hand and tied a little red string to his wrist as she recited every protection prayer she could remember. As she wrapped the cotton thread multiple times, she prayed to Goddess Durga to protect her son.
"I hope you will be protected. A rakhi. It gives me peace of mind…somewhat." she said, somberly.
Remus who found the sentiment touching, kindly said "I might as well take one too. Say a prayer for me?"
Priya smiled and continued with the little ritual. Meanwhile, Hermione called Sirius and told him to get clean, and have the jumpsuit on hand. As the group looked on at Harry and Remus, finally with every part of the armour on, William whistled.
"You boys look just as good as me and my boys used to back in the glory days. Although if I had a rifle like that pointed at me, I would be very concerned. Remember Harry, a rifle is not a pistol."
"I have been practising. I will keep an eye on my situational awareness. When I hit the sand, I will be using the reflex sight."
"Good. Otherwise, good luck and Godspeed."
Invictus was already streaming all the video feeds to Clementine as she listened to the conversation. Luis was also there as he rubbed his hands. She was already aware that Harry had a viable defence against the Dementors, but she was still concerned. How was he getting to Azkaban? Via Grace? She decided to just look on for now.
"Finally, wands gentlemen?" asked Hermione.
"Check Mione" Harry replied.
"Check Hermione" Remus replied.
"The drone is almost there, with the flashbangs loaded up. All new power cells and we are carrying a full assault payload. Sirius?"
"Ready. I think I see the boat coming in. Let me see"
Sirius used the binoculars that had been provided to him, not too long ago via the drone. He managed to identify an old carrack styled ship pulling into the bay, as smaller boats disembarked with some Aurors. He immediately knew something was wrong as these Aurors did not seem to be experienced. They looked just plain green and somewhat unsure themselves. Sirius wondered why they would not bring experienced Aurors unless…
Fudge. Fudge probably didn't want Dumbledore involved, and most of the veteran Aurors had served in the Order of the Phoenix. Otherwise, Dumbledore would have come himself to deal with the issue. He continued to observe via the binoculars as Invictus took the drone closer to evaluate the situation. Sirius explained his suspicions and Invictus confirmed the observations by zooming into the magically linked mirror. Invictus noticed the young people fidgeting nervously. When all fifteen of them were now standing on the Azkaban grounds, Dawlish began to yell at them viciously because of his ongoing fatigue. Invictus repositioned the parabolic microphone, as he spied on the conversation:
"This is what they sent me? You lot can barely cast spells reliably! Did they tell you anything! Are you aware that the individuals we are fighting can fly? What about the weapons they carry?"
"Sir, what weapons?" a nervous cadet asked.
"The Stormbringers are coming. The same people who can nail spells with 100ft of range. The people who shot me you jackass. Cadet, do you even know where the flying fuck you are?"
"Where are we, sir?"
"THIS IS HECATE FUCKING AZKABAN YOU STUPID CUNT"
Whispers began to circulate.
"Sir? Many of us can't cast the Patronus. Did they send us here to die?"
Invictus listened to the entire affair. The young people were being put in danger because Fudge was certainly a politician.
"Harry?" asked Hermione nervously.
"I know. This is now a rescue op. Our job is to kill all the Dementors first. The op is going to have to go differently. We caused them to arrive there, and they don't deserve to lose their lives because Fudge is a glory hound and irresponsible.
Remus, you will stun them and drop their bodies at the edge of the island. You will keep guard. Sirius will be fetched after we are done with the opposition. I will engage anyone else and hunt all of the Dementors down. I can see magic so, I will be able to nail all of them. We will strap him with the jetpack and Hermione will bring him to the apparition point. Alright, let us go. Grace you are up."
Priya who was looking on, realised that Harry had developed a…. jetpack? So the pockets on the back of the armour were for that? She decided to look on and see what else he had. Apparently, he had a drone too? Well, the boy had said that he would take magical warfare into the 21st century. Her suspicions were confirmed soon enough. Harry and Remus jumped and floated, as the jetpack hover kicked in. Grace alighted as she zapped Harry to the predetermined spot. She then apparated back and brought Remus to the same spot.
"How are we looking?" asked Hermione.
"A bit dark but the A.I. autopilot will take care of it. I think we are good. Mione fly Remus after me. Keep him at 460 kph."
"Initiating burn for 25 minutes before braking."
Harry slowly accelerated as he allowed Hermione to make adjustments to match his course and speed. Hermione adeptly swiped the runes and tapped as she looked at the video feed.
"20…..40…..60….80….100…140…..180….220…260…300…360….420…..440…...
Hermione backed off as she matched Harry's speed who was flying manually via the GPS haptic feedback.
"Holding at 450 kph for Remus. Any pressure on the neck?" asked Hermione.
"Whoo Hoo! Nah, good over here." Harry exclaimed as he reoriented his body as he pleased.
"The brace is solid. No problems here either." Remus replied.
Clementine realised that Harry had developed some sort of suit that could fly. She had been under the impression that he was going via Grace. And 450 kph? That was very fast. She was impressed with his manoeuvrability as she saw the video feed from his shoulder cam. It seemed that Hermione was flying the other suit from home. Clementine appreciated the regular switching as various camera angles were being cycled. Around the twenty five minute mark, Harry began to deaccelerate as he wanted to travel the final twenty kilometres at a reduced speed. Harry was now flying at 200 kph and would take six minutes to arrive.
"Remus prepare for braking. Backing off the speed and hitting the manoeuvring thrusters. We cloak at 500 meters." Hermione informed him.
Hermione queried "Sirius, got the jumpsuit on?"
"Yes!"
Sirius' heart was thudding. He was getting rescued by his friend and his Godson with an entirely new set of artefacts that had never been seen by the magical world. After preparing himself, he finally slipped on the sneakers that he had been provided. He was alert and his headache was gone, with the food and his potions. Meanwhile, Harry buzzed Remus on the suit's internal com-link.
"Cloak and land ahead of me on the western side where you can flank them. After the first volley, I am going to drop the flashbangs on them. Then we stun the stragglers. Most of the young people are out there at the edge of the small dock. When they start firing at me, hit them with the pistol. Stun the whole lot of them. Invictus set up for a bombing run. Lights out for the rookies. Sirius, how much you can see?"
"All fifteen of them. Dawlish is talking to the Aurors inside I think."
"Good," replied Harry
"I just landed, and I am cloaked. My fingers are on the shields. Pistol is out. Cranking Steel in 5..4.."
Harry who was cloaked and manoeuvring at two hundred meters took out his rifle, sharpened his reflexes and put his mage sight on. He took his rifle and practised lining up successively as he made micro-adjustments to his hovering. He uncloaked and then…..
"3..2..1..
Pew-Pew-Pew-Pew!
In conjunction with Remus, eight young men dropped to the floor almost simultaneously. They soon realised that they were under fire and one of them put up a shield, from observing the general direction of the blue beams.
"Invictus drop the flashbangs directly on them. First six. Remus, you go hard after we hit them…"
The rest of the young men and the two odd witches in the crowd were now disoriented and were kneeling on the hard splintered rocks, as the bright lights disoriented them. Remus closed the distance with his terrific speed and stunned six of them. Harry picked off the last two. Dawlish came running as he realised that the real deal had arrived. He and the other four Aurors began targeting Remus.
The tall strapping man to their surprise, deployed a rectangular forward facing shield and all of the spells merely hit the enhanced Protego with a dull thud. The Aurors began to process that the hexagon patterned spell was some unknown piece of magic, as the shield did not care about the stunners and other spells that were thrown at it. The shield also had a small cut out that allowed Remus to target accurately with his gun. Harry had made this optimisation specifically for Remus to return fire.
Harry had also built the pistol with a semi-automatic mode. Tap for a single Stupefy or hold for 300 rounds per minute of stunning power.
Dawlish was frightened out of his wits. If his team failed to sustain their shields in time, they would be cold out on the ground. The light beam never failed to paint a target on someone's body and faster than Dawlish could flick a wand, multiple spells were on their way. He continued to shield until the unknown aggressor stopped returning fire. He realised that what he had experienced in the initial confrontation, was not the full capability of their arsenal, and he began to wonder how he would manage. He ducked behind a rock and magnified his vision and looked at the floating person who was almost out of visual range. It seemed as if he was at least six hundred feet away and he was now closing the distance rather quickly.
A magnified robotic voice filled the whole island as the Storm Lord spoke. Everybody gazed in the direction of the voice, as they saw a flying man gracefully realign himself and land inwards after the group of stunned young Aurors.
"Enough of this stupidity, it exhausts me."
The rest of them held their fire, as Dawlish observed the young man. He seemed to have a much bigger much more fearsome weapon in his hand. He looked like a God of War as he slowly walked to a distance of fifty meters away from their squad. Even the gait looked rather rapacious.
"My name is Lord Peverell. I give you an oath upon my magic that Sirius Black is innocent. Peter Pettigrew killed Lilly Potter and James Potter. He was the secret keeper. If you hand him over, I will leave you alone.
If you refuse. I will not hurt you or damage you in any way that might threaten your livelihood. But I will cause you great pain. Listen well. Test me and you will fail. No mercy will be given.
Kneel before Magical might. Kneel to Technological supremacy. Kneel to the lineage that made the wands of the four founders of Hogwarts. Kneel to the lineage that made the Deathstick. Kneel to the Peverell Lineage."
Lumos!"
Clementine looked at the video feed as the drone orbited the battlefield invisibly.
"Oui he has a flair for the dramatic. Theatre would be good for him, I think. Although his capability makes sense now non? His ancestors made the Death Stick? Merde!"
"I don't know mother, but I think we have a new Kill Team here. We haven't found people to make the requirement for the Alpha Kill-team, but let us see how things play out. His mobility is promising."
At this point, the rest of Dawlish's team was quite nervous. His line made the Deathstick? It was real? 'Damn it!' was all the rest of them thought collectively. Harry then observed the Auror team and questioned Sirius via the internal com-link.
"Sirius, you good?"
"I don't think so. The Dementors have changed their mind. I think I am on the menu. I can feel the chill now. They will be here soon enough. About five minutes?"
"Gotcha. We have time. Good thing I checked, then…"
Harry switched back to the external helmet speaker.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry roared, as he emptied a considerable amount of energy into the spell.
Harry driven by the need to protect Sirius at all costs, put his whole willpower into the spell and imagined Sirius home back safely. He also imagined flying to the Titan with Hermione in spacesuits. Dawlish had immediately fired off a couple of spells when they saw that Harry's wand had been pointed elsewhere. They could only observe as the spells terminate harmlessly over his armour. It didn't help that perhaps even if most of the spell had landed, it would not have been effective. It was too far away to be powerful, and most of the spells had fizzled out harmlessly. The single spell that had travelled the distance had been a lucky coincidence.
Some of them had expected a shield, but this had not occurred. Even when he wasn't shielded, his armour could take punishment? Just when Dawlish began to wonder if evil sorcery was involved, a huge ten feet eagle visualised, and Dawlish was astonished that a Patronus could give off that much light. It illuminated the twilight of the area and cast baleful flickering shadows as it glided around the area.
Harry then barked, "Protect Sirius. Let darkness die here today, permanently! Such creatures do not deserve to exist. Hound them!"
On cue, another Patronus erupted from Remus' wand, and he found himself surprised. Remus had always preferred to produce non-corporeal Patronus as he did not like the wolf. But this was no wolf.
It was a full-blown Fenrir. It towered over Remus and he had to stand under its snout.
Remus realised that he had accepted the wolf's duty. The wolf's duty was to guard its pack and its cubs. His heart and soul lived on in his friend's son, and his oddball family.
"Fenrir! Welcome to my pack. Hound all of the Dementors on this island. Follow the eagle, put all of them into the open!" Remus bellowed as he was only too proud to show off his titanically large Patronus.
Dawlish had always been arrogant and while it was clear that they were not dark wizards if they could summon Patronii of such power, he still wanted his way. He wanted revenge for his embarrassment. His comrades looked on, and they were beginning to get cold feet.
"Are you giving me Sirius Black? Make up your mind?" Harry asked.
"Look Dawlish, give him Black we cant take them on!" Grouse whispered, with the rest of them nodding.
"No. I will not give you Sirius. He is a wanted criminal." Dawlish yelled under a sonorous, eager to have his way.
"Very well. Pain will make you change your mind," replied Harry with disdain in his voice.
Now the rest of Dawlish's squad began to quake in fear. Was he going to use the Crucio? In reality, it was something far worse, as it involved a lot of embarrassment. Their nerves would be spared, but not their bones or their pride. Harry had wondered if short-range modified apparition could work within an apparition ward on the simple premise that the ward only triggered if you crossed the ward line. His plan was not to apparate outside the ward. He was going to charge into all his enemies, within the ward. He summoned the energy and it felt responsive – there was no restriction. He sharpened his reflexes again and began to run….
"Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he thundered as he charged in and began zapping around and assaulting the Aurors with any number set of punches, kicks and jabs on all five of them.
Blink. Kick. Punch.
Blink. Jab. Blink.
Blink. Headbutt.
Harry was careful not to put too much magic into the process as he could kill them. He merely trickled enough energy into the modified apparition so that his punches hit with the momentum and the force of an adult fist. Remus realised that there had been a change in plans, so he stood over the stunned junior Aurors and kept a watchful eye, while he checked on Sirius.
"Padfoot you safe?"
"Yes. I know Harry is beating down Dawlish. While I am amazed at his speed and whatever he is doing, tell Harry to hit the jackass harder."
"He is fantastic, isn't he Padfoot?"
"He is his mother's child. He has his father's sense of justice. I think, however, he fights like Charlus."
Invictus and Glaucon who were also aware of the breakout sat down and rubbed their palms as they looked at their distant Grandson demolish the opposition like a fly. Glaucon was rather pleased about how he had announced himself. Invictus who was aware of the modifications that his portrait had undergone, honestly wondered if perhaps his portrait was having more fun than him.
"Well Galucon, my facsimile is doing bombing runs with a drone. I don't get to have that kind of fun up here. What do you think about the jetpack?"
"It is naturally the next evolution of the broom. Are you aware he was planning initially to install an afterburner?"
"Yes, I am aware. I do want to see supersonic speeds, but I am not sure how he will cope with the G-Forces. Maybe a magical solution?"
"That would be fantastic. It would make the StarFury very viable. That moon mission is looking very possible."
"Oh, the boy makes me proud. And Hermione, I consider her one of mine. So proud of her too. Her rune work is reliable and predictable. I can't wait to see what they come up with next, although we can't forget that fantastic potion."
"I like the theatrics. I like how he wore them down with psychological warfare. Kneel to Magical Might? Kneel to Technological supremacy? Kneel to the lineage that created the Deathstick? He is putting my achievements out there. What a lad."
"I like how he utilises the quantum warping to move around. He thinks it is a wormhole, but that isn't a bad guess for ten years old. When he truly figures out the mechanics, he will be able to translocate lightyears. But for now, beating the morons into the ground is good enough."
"We didn't have access to martial arts class. He is controlling the strikes and combining the forms. All non-lethal but hard enough to break bones. Selectively targeting softer areas. I am seeing flexible execution on the Krav, standard military hand-to-hand and even the Jujitsu. The Occulumency is helping."
"He is the most deadly of us all, Glaucon. And that is because he has Lilly's mind, and James' daring…."
As Harry continued with the hand to hand combat, he bruised Dawlish and his colleagues liberally. He began working through all his Krav Maga moves, and he modified with flips as he apparated in mid-air as necessary. Some of it came from whatever he had improvised in class, and others were from the MMA and Jujitsu moves he had seen the other members execute. Harry put every inch of his Occlumency and his crystal clear memory to use.
The whole affair was over in ten seconds flat. Harry now had all of the senior Aurors nursing broken bones and a lot of soft tissue damage. Priya understood that Harry had been holding out. William appreciated the hand to hand combat as he saw an excellent amount of restraint being applied.
"Hermione, what is Harry doing?" asked Priya.
"Chaining the improved apparition with the MMA, Krav Maga and Jujitsu classes he has been taking. He even took fencing too. He is putting that academic brain into executing military-style hand-to-hand combat. I suspect the concrete is in trouble, next."
"What do you mean Hermione? The concrete is in trouble?" asked Priya.
"Not telling, I bribed Harry for a free lunch to keep his secret. " grinned Hermione.
Clementine and Luis observed from the drone feed how Harry seemed to blink into existence and deliver absolute fury. In ten seconds, there were only a group of crumpled bodies. Minor flesh wounds, but no deaths.
"Merde! He is so nice when you feed him. I don't think anyone wants to get him angry. That is the most fantastic magic I have ever seen. If this is how science advances magic, I will ask him to give Fleur specialised classes. They are within their rights to exercise what they have learnt. What is on your mind son?"
"The op in South America is the worst of the worst – child paedophiles, narcotics, human trafficking, and I heard mundane organ trade. He will be the right fit for it. He will run the operation with Remus and Hermione. We lost ten Aurors to that place. They are capable and have the tools. He knows his equipment the best."
"Well my son, he seems to solve problems where he goes. It might be good training for what is coming in England. Let us see what will happen now."
Dawlish was completely terrified. No, this boy in front of him was no young Lord. He had to be a descendant of Merlin himself. He realised that the boy had been kind, and decided to leave him in one piece. If the boy had produced a sword, he could have murdered everyone. He certainly had held the young Malfoy at sword point. What if he had decided to go for their heads? And the sword was on display on his leg piece.
He had merely decided not to use it on them. This was mercy. A humiliating mercy. A warning not to interfere in the business of Most Ancient and Most Noble houses.
The Eagle and the Fenrir seemed to be working together as they drove every Dementors out of Azkaban. There were much more than anticipated. It looked like an easy forty of them remained. They hounded the entire group on the far edge of the little island. After apparating a distance away to look at something, Harry charged back to the location where all of the Aurors were in a pile of bodies. They were bleeding, their wands had been struck out of their hands, and they could not move. Harry then walked towards Dawlish, who was crawling on the cold ground and said plainly:
"Consider this demonstration a gift for your forthright stupidity you ubiquitous, cretinous, bipedal asininity."
Lorna, Priya and William howled with laughter. Only Harry could come up with an insult that creative. But wait what was the gift? Harry then told Sirius with his suit's internal com-link "Get by the bars. I have a wall to fuck up. Incoming in 5..4..3..2..
Harry then charged up every separate kinetic barrier that he had added to his vambrace. This included the conical-shaped shield that was designed to condense kinetic energy in a fist-sized area. He then screamed a bloody "RRaaaaAAAAAHHHH."
Remus already knew what was going to happen. Hermione then filled in the blanks at the command centre.
"Witness the Vanguard charge," Hermione commented.
Harry then smashed into an area right before the concrete with a single charge that was so hard, that a dull thud could be heard as the whole of Azkaban vibrated. Harry blinked backwards to a different spot as he repeatedly felt the enchantments in the concrete crack under his repeated assault. When the concrete was almost cracked from the force of the weak points he had created after five solid charges, he blinked back to where Dawlish and his other colleagues gasping for breath. All of them were flabbergasted that a Wizard could have that kind of power. With his magic flowing and his adrenaline rushing, he reached out with his magic and grabbed the concrete and began to clench his hands as he made a pulling motion. He focused his intention and brought down his whole indomitable willpower on his magical core.
He felt the magic in his body and he internally screamed…. "YOU WILL COMPLY!"
Then the whole wall exploded outwards as he felt the practice he had done, follow through. He felt the magic push itself through all of his hands like he had broken a barrier. The magic now seemed different, and it hummed in satisfaction. For those who had been looking on, the small three-inch burst of lightning had not gone unnoticed.
The Peverell Battle Magic wanted out.
Priya looked on as she realised that her Harry had smashed an entire wall down and had pulled it apart. Lorna patted her friend on her back and jokingly said, "Congrats you have a Jedi Knight as your son. How cool is that? Who would have thought he just needed your mother's food to become unstoppable?"
Priya spit out her Chai unceremoniously. Lorna could always be trusted to provide deadpan, slapstick humour when necessary. All eyes resumed the inspection of the drone feed. Harry then nodded at Remus, as he flew up to the wall that now possessed a gaping hole. He then approached Sirius and gave him a huge hug. Sirius was crying. Remus gently put a hand on his shoulder and said,
"We got you. Let me help you get strapped up immediately. No time to waste."
Remus strapped the jetpack to Sirius. When he was finished, Remus collected all the loose items and then made a pass and burnt all the evidence in the cell to cinders with an Incendio, which was far more powerful since he had cast the Patronus. Remus realised the Fenrir in him, was now his primary identity. He spoke to Sirius:
"We will catch up at the Manor. Get home as quickly as you can. Harry is going to slaughter all the Dementors. I will stay here until we are done."
On the ground, Harry then to add insult to injury, unleashed all the pepper spray on the other four Aurors, and now they were screaming as their eyes itched and they struggled to see. Dawlish realised that he had been left alone to witness the last bit of violence for the evening. Harry found it strange that the Azkaban enchantments seemed broken? It seemed as if the large dome in the sky was collapsing. Harry spoke with his magic colouring and amplifying his voice, full of veiled threats and a promise of utter violence. He was addressing the Dementors, and this did not go unnoticed.
"I am Death incarnate! I am the last thing you will ever see, you foul creatures. Gaze upon the individual that will unmake your existence. Eat plasma you set of upright dildos."
Harry then spoke to Hermione:
"Sabaton – Ghost Division."
"One cool tune, coming right up." laughed Hermione. Azkaban had now returned to its previous state of playing loud music, and Harry considered this action to be just him, being a troll for the fun of it. The memories would eventually reach the right parties, and he found it to be an amusing thing for him to do.
Fast as the wind, the invasion has begun
Shaking the ground with the force of thousand guns
First in the line of fire
First into hostile land
Tanks leading the way
Leading the way…..
The music blared as Harry finally took out his Combi-rifle and set up the shotgun emitter.
Remus then levitated Sirius out of the window. The jetpack sensed Sirius' intention of wanting to float like Remus and the charms kicked in. Sirius soon found himself engulfed in a protective shield that covered his head and body. Hermione took control and began to fly Sirius home as she spoke to him through the earbud.
"Preparing for acceleration. Not to worry about anything. He and Remus will be fine. Ramping acceleration to 450 kph gradually. Enjoy your flight aboard the Peverell Industries Personal Jetpack." Hermione added in with a faux professional tone. William just nodded sadly. Hermione was sometimes a comedian, and it was funny when she brought out that side of her personality.
Harry began to charge into the crowd of Dementors as he blinked in and out. The Patronii converged and began to hound them, as they encircled the Dementors and created a perimeter with no exit point. His gun roared as an entire cone of FiendFyre splashed all over the cloaked figures, and horrendous screaming began. William who was looking at the drone feed, realised that he had managed to integrate full auto-fire, but just to make sure he asked:
"Sweetie, did Harry implement full auto fire for the shotgun setting?"
"He did, he also has about 10 choice tuned spells for other things too. He could go non-lethal and put an entire crowd down if he wanted. Soul sucking Dementors are not our friends though."
"They look unearthly. I am convinced I better teach you to shoot. That is what your world has? I am getting nightmares just by watching them. Even Remus seems uneasy. Harry, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care."
"Oh yes, he has spectacular rage issues when confronted. Otherwise, he is as mild as Crookshanks, especially after you feed him."
Remus then changed the power cell in his pistol and began aiming for headshots while Harry zapped around and emptied energy bolts into the crowd. One minute later there was an entire pile of sickly green decaying bodies left, all in advanced states of decomposition. Remus glided down and stood next to Harry.
"Well, any of them inside Harry?"
Harry looked over the building with his Mage sight.
"Nothing left. Nice headshots. I like how you picked them off from on top. We might have to build a beam sniper rifle for you."
"Birthday is coming sometime next year. I would like that. The night is setting in. Let us…."
Suddenly a huge flame appeared as Albus Dumbledore appeared with Fawkes in tow. Also, behind him were seasoned Aurors that Harry knew from his various journals. Mad-Eye Moody, Emmeline Vance, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Madam Pomfrey were present.
Mad-Eye Moody did not hesitate as he began firing spells. Remus knowing how Mad-Eye Moody operated summoned his shield. Harry, with his reflexes heightened, did the same. The stunned Aurors were beginning to wake up and Harry gazed upon Fawkes and realised that he could apparate out of here – maybe a location needed to be established and Harry could provide that by being present on site. Perhaps because he had broken the enchantment, and it did not matter anymore.
"Grace, you can find me. We are already here, and the darkness has been purged. Come with maximum style. Show them how fabulous you are!"
Grace appeared high above with a mighty crack of thunder and lightning and she began to fly down with lightning streaming from her wingtips. She streaked across the almost darkened sky. She circled adeptly between the spellfire and settled on Harry's shoulder as Remus held his hand.
"zzzzzZZZZZAP."
The entire crowd looked on, flabbergasted. Albus was pretty shocked as he prided himself on having a phoenix for a companion. And yet, apparently, lightning phoenixes existed.
Harry was now home. He found himself being hugged by his mother, Lorna and Hermione all at the same time. William detached his helmet and rubbed both Hermione's and his head together. Most importantly, was Sirius Black who had just been unstrapped from the jetpack, who walked over with bittersweet tears in his eyes. Harry then walked toward his godfather and decided to pull out the jokes:
"So still not a Marauder?" he asked.
"I think you might be the best one yet. Come here and hug your godfather."
Harry ran forward, with all of his aggression from earlier, clearly gone as he hugged Sirius tightly.
"You are the only family I have. I will fight tooth and nail for all of you. I love all of you." the green-eyed boy replied.
Invictus then told Clementine that they would keep in touch.
"Thanks for the entertainment. Best magic I have seen in my life. He deserves a nice holiday. I will contact you for further arrangements, as I am busy with the portrait restorations."
"Good. Au Revoir." Invictus replied before he ended the video stream.
Sirius walked up to Remus, and they shared a brotherly hug. They began whispering to each other.
"I should have known you would never leave me behind. The Wolf King has come home. Even your magic knows it. We can't take credit for him, but we can take responsibility for our Prongslet from now on. Even if it seems like he is much more responsible than both of us."
"He certainly is, but I think we can give him a break sometimes. He should not have to bear a heavy burden all by himself."
It was at this point that Ved and Amba apparated in, and Jean came via Whootsy. Sirius realised that the news was spreading quickly.
"Well Harry, introduce me to your family? asked Sirius somewhat nervously, as he already suspected the different roles that everyone played.
"This is mum. Or to you, Ms Priya Singh I suppose. This is Grandma Amba, Grandpa Ved, Uncle William, Aunty Jean who sometimes is like mum number two, and Lorna my older sister. But finally…."
"Rune-Priestess Lady Hermione Granger," said Hermione, as she took a little bow and flourished.
Harry continued:
"And I have all the elves here too. They are also family. We do not have house-elves. We however have elves who live with us and lovingly look after us. I hope you understand my distinction. If they didn't look after me, your rescue would have been far off."
"I suppose thank you to everybody, is in order. Even to my little friends there too. I had lost hope. Thank you for everything all of you."
The magic from his gratitude flowed into the elves. It was at this point that Tipsy who had predicted that her master would be successful bounced for joy as the entire complement of elves within the family appeared.
"We made dinner all by ourselves. We have everything under the sun. Master Sirius, it is good to see you. Mistress Lilly would feel uncomfortable with how thin you are. Everybody to the main dining room? We put a lot of work into getting it ready. And I know this evening had everybody rather stressed." Tipsy explained, in a rather comfortable cadence.
After much of the night had passed, glasses clinked and laughter filled the house as the final member of their family had come home. Harry then left early, and he went back to the workshop as he gingerly put his Armor lovingly on the stand that he had used to assemble the various components.
He then spoke to Invictus.
"Well, we did it. Thank you for helping me all this time. I could not have done it without you. My journey starts when the Peverell Magic provided me with what I needed."
"Dearest grandson, you had absolute might in your hands tonight. I saw the power of a Roman Legion flowing in you and you did not kill. You could have torn them to bloody ribbons. Or you could have shot them full of holes. No, you showed much restraint. There will come a time you will have to take life. When you have established the pattern of how one behaves, you cannot give mercy if you know they mean you deadly intent. Keep this in mind. But yes – you have made the entire Peverell lineage proud. I think your biological parents are proud too. Blessed are our ancestors. So say the Peverells. So say the Potters.
"Gloriam Sanguinis" the boy replied reverently, as the Potter heir ring glowed.
"Mercy was in order this evening, but those three clowns you confronted the other day? Give them a single chance. After that? Lop their heads off." Invictus affirmed.
Priya then entered the room and saw Harry as he gingerly looked at his Armour. She then sat on the couch next to him.
"Congratulations. You got me good. So drones, rifles, jetpacks, power armour…you got the whole Iron Man thing going then?"
"No strength amplification and no HUD. No cannons and missiles too. It's a guy thing. We always want more gadgets!"
"You are utterly terrible. Well, there was a time I would have wanted to forbid you from everything, but today I see your karma is otherwise. You are fated for great things. I do feel fear as a mother figure. A mother will always worry for her child, no matter how powerful he is. I do think even Lilly and James Potter were somewhat nervous. But I am sure you have their blessings also. After seeing you this evening….I am proud of you. But I can't remember when I haven't been proud of you or impressed, so I suppose it is the usual?"
Harry laughed.
"Gotta keep you on your toes. Admit it, you were terrified when I charged into the wall. But the science was sound. I didn't hit the wall..the shield however did the damage."
"That one you will certainly teach me. Once again, I am proud not because you are powerful, and not because you can fly or smash into walls. I am proud because all this self-development was done in the name of love. I know you miss your parents dearly."
She closed her eyes and said resolutely, "I give you my promise that if you must fight, these motherly hands will always patch you up."
"Thanks mum, you are the best!" Harry replied as he hugged the woman.
"Broken bones, burns, the worst of the worst – I am prepared to fix you, the way I fixed you the first time around. I am going to take the healer Job in France and become what I am supposed to be - a mastery level healer. I will learn as much as I can. Besides, Indians are supposed to be excellent doctors, it is almost a societal joke, so I must represent my people!"
Harry grinned before he replied, "Thanks, Mom. I am sure we will discover things along the way."
"Why not? I can't let you have all the fun. You enjoyed every bit of this evening, I know you all too well. I will support you all the way. We have enough facilities and resources. No, we are to use them effectively."
"Excellent daughter, as it should be. My Lucretia is long gone – but you will continue her work. We will unravel the mysteries of magic and bring knowledge to all. After reading my journals, I believe we will investigate your cultural practices for sources of inspiration. Glaucon and I found something in India, and I could not understand it. You, on the other hand, that is your birthright and your culture. We will utilise the knowledge of the ancients.
Blessed are our ancestors."
As the night passed, Priya and her parents returned home. Hermione and her parents returned to Granger Manor as the repairs had made the place quite liveable. After all, William had always wanted a pool table, and Hermione had certainly purchased one. Remus and Sirius sat down and talked as Harry slept peacefully in his room.