Chapter Two
Harry began testing his magic extensively. He learned all his magic using a wand from age eleven. He was never able to use wandless magic even with his extra power. So before he had to trade magic again in a fight with a Death Eater, he needed to make sure he was able to use his magic with his new arms and hands properly and quickly.
The training room in the manor had dummies that could be animated so Harry started practicing with them. He found that if he used his physical strength and speed along with his magic he could do more damage quickly and his fast movement would make it harder for anyone to hit him with a spell.
Harry continued to train for almost a year, getting accustomed to his power and accessories.
It took a while but Harry found a special technomancy spell in a book he had Dobby buy for him. The spell would actually grow skin that would attach to and cover the metal cybernetic limbs. Once again, this spell was adapted from a medical spell designed to grow skin back. It even grew back fingernails and toenails.
The technomancy spell, however, had to grow skin but also make it attach properly to the outside metal of the artificial limb. It took a lot of concentration to even cast the spell. Harry failed on it a few times before he finally got it to work. The cleanup after the failures was not pleasant either.
Once he had it cast on both legs and arms successfully, he was pleased that he could no longer see any metal. He was now spared having to use glamours on the metal to hide it.
The only issue was his new skin was a bit pink at first and too pale. Harry had to sunbathe in the nude outside with special spells over the warm months to get his skin properly tanned and even across his whole body. Luckily no one was around on his private property to see him. He obscured his bits with a spell just in case one of the elves popped by to tell him something.
Harry had lost a lot of weight while he was being tortured. His body was emaciated from lack of nourishment and rest when Dobby found him. The torture didn't help either. It took a good while for his body to completely recover.
After Harry was comfortable and satisfied with how his new body looked and the abilities he now had, he decided to visit Muggle London to buy new clothes and test a few of his enhancements while he was out among the people. All for science, of course.
While Harry was walking down the sidewalk, he ended up behind two lovely young women a few years older than himself. He started adjusting his eyes slowly. Their dresses disappeared and he could now see their undergarments. He focused further and the undergarments disappeared showing them nude. A little more focus and he was looking at their skeletal structure.
He backed off some and then checked to see if anyone was carrying weapons. He didn't see any but did see a lot of flesh with his sweep across the crowd. He then listened in to a few conversations as he focused his hearing in different directions.
He was coming up on the store he wanted to visit so he put his eyes back to normal to make sure he wouldn't miss it. A lovely teenage girl around his age, who was a sales assistant, insisted on helping him once he entered the store. Harry wasn't sure he needed assistance, but he decided not to complain. She was very pretty.
The young woman had a good eye and was showing him all sorts of clothes that would look good on him. She managed to flirt fantastically with him all at the same time. She was using all her feminine wiles to make a sale. Harry ended up making her day by buying a good many clothes but he really needed them due to his new height and body composition.
Harry found a hidden place to shrink his purchases then apparated back to his manor, appearing in the sparkling clean foyer.
Dobby appeared and took all of Harry's purchases then popped away to put them in his room. It was lunch so Harry headed to the dining room where a small feast awaited him. Winky was a very good cook.
The elves had grown accustomed to Harry being back to normal. No one, including Harry, wanted to think about the condition he was in when Dobby first brought him to the manor. Those were terrible days indeed.
Harry had discovered though that there was a rage simmering underneath his surface. Whenever his mind would wander back to those torture sessions or he would wake up screaming and in a cold sweat from a nightmare about that experience, it just made him angrier that people like that were running free and likely hurting others who weren't even fighting them.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters all needed to die and if he came across anyone that supported them and their cruel ways, Death Eater or not, then they needed to die too. There was no room in this world for people that evil and cruel or those who approved of it.
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When the young Death Eater, the one that was supposed to watch until Harry died on his own, appeared before Voldemort with news that a house elf knocked him out and took Harry, Voldemort killed him on the spot.
Voldemort was always amazed at how that boy managed to survive. But, that's the very reason he removed all his limbs so it wouldn't matter. He probably should have just killed him after he finished all the torture, but the boy was begging him and he just couldn't resist having him suffer more. He had to suffer for 13 years as a wraith, after all, so Potter needed to suffer for as long as possible.
This was probably better anyway. Now he would live the rest of his life with only the bad limbs the magical world could come up with. No one else could create silver limbs like he did for Wormtail's hand. Harry Potter would never be able to use a wand again. He made sure of that.
Voldemort smiled to himself.
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Harry was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron in a dark corner booth with his hood up, a glamour on his face, and his eyes a dark brown. He had been listening in on all conversations that went on in the old pub. He was hoping to gather some information and then kill some Death Eaters as soon as he figured out where to go.
He was ever so slowly sipping a butterbeer as he waited all alone in his corner.
Suddenly from the fireplace, six Death Eaters who were pretending to be aurors, appeared via the floo. They came out one at a time as the first ones waited for the others to arrive before doing anything. Harry recognized them from some of his torture sessions at Malfoy Manor.
Once all six were in the pub together, the leader began talking.
"This is an inspection. Anyone in the pub must remain here until you have been cleared to leave by one of us. We'll be coming around to talk to each of you."
Many people wanted to leave after that announcement. Death Eater questioning was usually very painful or lethal. They dared not leave yet though.
The Death Eaters split up in pairs so they could only talk to three tables at a time. Since Harry was in the corner and on the end, then two Death Eaters approached him to start there. They both stopped in front of Harry's booth.
"Remove your hood and state who you are! We have some questions you need to answer," demanded one of the Death Eaters loudly.
Harry growled out in his modified voice without looking up or removing his hood, "When did I ever give you permission to talk to me you Death Eater scum?" He still had his hands around his glass of butterbeer.
They pulled their wands and pointed them at Harry.
"I think we have a live one here!" remarked the other one.
"You need to learn some manners, mister," the first one said agreeing.
Harry reached out with both hands in a blur, took their wands and broke them, letting the pieces fall onto the table. They took a step back in fear so Harry started getting up from the booth. After he stood, he grabbed them both by the front of their cloaks. He then lifted them clear off the floor until their shoes were no longer touching it.
"I think you have that backwards, friend," he told the one in that same gravelly voice.
"Hey, I think we might need some help over here," the second one said looking back over his shoulder.
The other two pairs turned to see their comrades being held in the air by a man standing in front of them. They could clearly see the man between their friends so two of them fired off stunners at him.
Harry simply moved the two Death Eaters in front of him and the spells hit them instead. He then threw the two of them across the room and into the other two pairs. One of them managed to move away in time so was ready to cast a stronger spell at the stranger since his friends were no longer in the way.
However, when he went to cast he didn't see the stranger anymore. Somehow he disappeared when the men he threw was in the way of seeing him. That's when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and there was the stranger right behind him. The stranger hit him on top of the head so hard he never woke up again.
What he didn't see after he died was what the stranger did to his friends.
He killed them all wandlessly with a powerful cutting curse to their necks, separating their heads from their bodies. The people in the pub were astounded at the brutality of the man but realized who he killed and thought that was probably for the best.
Harry then walked calmly to the back door with no one wanting to follow him. Once he was out into the area before the wall you have to tap on, he apparated back home while no one was around.
The other people in the pub who witnessed the destruction of a half a dozen Death Eaters by one man, decided to leave too. They knew more would be coming eventually. There were many discussions that went on wondering who that man was.
Harry bided his time. He wanted to see how Voldemort would react to what he did to those Death Eaters. He was counting on them ramping up to find the one responsible. This would give him opportunity to take out more of them as they scattered in teams to find him.
Hopefully, the people will realize they have to fight if they don't want to live under Voldemort's tyranny. Harry didn't want any of them to lose their lives or get tortured, but why should he be the only one fighting against them?
He had no problem fighting Voldemort when it was time, but his Death Eaters were on average no more powerful than any other witch or wizard out there. Some Death Eaters were more powerful and/or more skilled than the others, but that was no different than the magical community at large.
Every magic user has their own power level, but most were all grouped together in the general same range with very few exceptions. Whereas Dumbledore was way above everyone else in power, with Voldemort and Harry coming in a close second.
Dumbledore was dead now. In his last days, he was too old to be of much help, at least for any length of time. Dumbledore could take on regular magic users or Death Eaters without much trouble since he was powerful enough and skilled enough to take them out quickly. However, up against Voldemort who was almost at his power and skill level, his body would not last as long, even though he was quite spry for someone his age.
It was possible for Voldemort, or even Harry, to fight Dumbledore long enough to tire him out and then it would be more in their favor. However, at Dumbledore's peak, before he became too old, the chance of either Harry or Voldemort being able to defeat him was slim to none. His skill and power were just too great.
In his forties, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald and no one believed anyone could stand wand to wand against that dark lord. He could take on several people at the same time and win. His skill and power were legendary. He used all of it to nearly take over the world. He might have succeeded too had Dumbledore not stepped in and stopped him.
Most were aware of Dumbledore's extra power and skill, but until he took out Grindelwald, they didn't think he was as powerful as that, but he was. Grindelwald showed his power off so everyone knew how powerful he was. Dumbledore lived quietly with some seeing he was powerful at times when it was noticeable, but he never showed off his power to promote himself.
There were no questions about his power once he defeated Grindelwald. It was amazing and the duel between the two powerhouses was one for the ages. What was more amazing was Dumbledore didn't have to kill Grindelwald to beat him. He just defeated him soundly and had him locked up in his own inescapable prison.
Now, it was Harry's turn to stop the big, bad dark lord. He figured that by the time he took out all of Voldemort's Death Eaters, he would be experienced enough with his new tools to take on the monster himself.
Most people didn't realize Harry was as powerful as Voldemort, although some surmised it might be true. With Harry's new wandless ability now and the extra power he gets through his cybernetic conduit, he was wondering if he was now more powerful than Voldemort and closer to Dumbledore in power.
He was also wondering if his magic had expanded again. He realized that he used a lot of magic just to keep himself alive and sane during all the torture. His magic also kept healing him through all that so it must have reached a low level when Voldemort removed all of his limbs and eyes.
Now that his magic had built back up again, he felt he had more than before and Dobby confirmed that for him. Dobby assured him that no one alive was as powerful as the Great Harry Potter. Harry thought Dobby was just exaggerating because of how fond Dobby was of him, but Winky backed him up wholeheartedly.
While she was fond of Harry too, she was always honest with her master. She was not fanatical in her dealings with him like her friend Dobby. Harry took that as confirmation, especially when Dobby explained that he was better than before. Because of Harry's extra power Dobby was getting the benefit.
That was because Dobby was bound to Harry personally while Winky was bound to the Potter family in general.
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The Daily Prophet had a front page article in the paper two days later threatening anyone who dared defy the Ministry. There were promises that the culprit or culprits would be found and punished severely. Anyone assisting those committing these crimes against the Ministry would receive the same punishment.
A week later and in his same disguise, Harry decided to visit The Three Broomsticks. His eyes were once again brown and his glamour showed him a little older with light brown hair with a slightly darker brown beard and mustache. His voice had also been disguised again. He kept his hood up though.
When he came out of the floo in The Three Broomsticks and straightened up, wandlessly removing the soot from his robes, a Death Eater spoke to him. He noticed the Death Eaters were not working in pairs this time and there were five of them.
"You!" a Death Eater, again dressed as an auror said pointing at him. "Come on in and a find a seat. We'll be with you shortly. Now that you're here you can't leave until we tell you that you can."
Harry just stared at him under his hood.
"Move it!" the Death Eater said loudly.
Harry saw there was an empty table on the other side of the one who spoke so he walked calmly that way. When he was right beside the Death Eater, he leaned over and whispered with a gravelly voice into his ear loud enough for him to hear and likely the ones at the table the man was threatening could hear him too.
"You're dead!"
"What?!" he asked turning toward Harry angrily.
Harry grabbed his throat with a lightning fast left hand. The Death Eater's eyes grew very big as he went to pull his wand.
"You heard me," Harry told him. Then his right hand came up holding the man's wand. "Looking for this?" he asked still in a gravelly whisper.
The man's eyes got bigger when he saw his wand was in the other man's hand. He would have cried out for help but the man had just enough pressure on his throat that he couldn't speak. His hands were on the man's wrist but he couldn't move the hand off of his throat. He watched as Harry crushed his wand into bits and let the pieces fall out of his hand and onto the floor.
The people at the closest tables just watched in awe not saying a thing.
"Hey! What's going on over there?" one of the other Death Eaters asked noticing something didn't look right.
"Oops!" Harry told him. "Your partner just shortened your life."
Harry squeezed the man's throat, crushing his windpipe. He began choking on his own blood as Harry picked him up by the throat and with his right hand gripping his upper arm to steady the man's body as it spasmed. Harry then started walking toward the Death Eater that spoke. He was the closest Death Eater to them.
The second Death Eater cast the killing curse at the first Death Eater not realizing in his panic that the man was carrying him without effort. He thought the dead weight would make the man drop him so they could get to him.
When the green spell hit the man he was carrying, Harry stopped.
"Now look what you've done! You've killed him!" he said loudly and accusingly even though Harry knew he was the one that killed him.
Everyone was looking at Harry now so he threw the man's body at the one who cast the killing curse. He was not that far away so the Death Eater could not move fast enough to get out of the path of the body. Plus, the dead man was coming at him very quickly.
After Harry threw the dead Death Eater, he turned and saw the other three Death Eaters going for their wands. Spinning and moving quickly Harry hit two with pinpoint accuracy right in the middle of their chests using his two pointer fingers. That was right before he stopped in back of the third one and twisted his head around backwards. Harry watched as his two bone breaker spells exploded their ribs into their hearts, piercing them and killing them. The Death Eater whose neck he snapped, collapsed down to the floor dead.
The second Death Eater struggled to get the dead body off of him but was standing up and raising his wand when Harry picked up a used butter knife off the nearest table with customers. It still had butter on it. He then threw it quickly underhanded.
The knife went right through the man's throat, lifting him off the floor, and slamming him into the wall behind him. The dull knife embedded into the wall with the Death Eater sagging against it, held there by his throat. He choked for a few seconds on his own blood before dying.
Looking around to make sure he got them all, Harry started to leave. He stopped before he took a few steps. He turned to everyone watching him.
"If I were you, I would leave before any more show up," he suggested.
"Who are you?" asked Madam Rosmerta.
"I'm nobody special."
"After seeing what you were able to do, I'd say you are," she countered.
"I'm just a concerned citizen doing what he can to stop the tyranny in our country. Harry Potter can't be the only one fighting these idiots. When I found out he was the only one doing something about it, I decided I would lend a hand."
Most everyone looked down in embarrassment, realizing they were afraid and not doing anything to help.
"Look, I understand that not everyone has the mindset or skills to be a good fighter. But there are far more things that can be done that would be helpful to turn things around. Not everyone has to be on the front lines. Harry Potter? Sure. He definitely has to be there. I heard he's just as powerful as the dark lord so he may be the only one who can take him down."
"He is the chosen one," someone offered.
"Maybe, but who says? I personally read that in the Daily Prophet a while back. I'm not sure I would believe anything that rag reports. They've been working for a corrupt ministry long before the current regime took over."
"That's true," someone else agreed.
"Did you know that they are rounding up Muggleborns and locking them up in concentration camps where they are tortured, beaten, and worked to death? I'm trying to help get rid of all the Death Eaters so the dark lord will not have anyone to help him. I'm sure Harry Potter is busy with the same goal. Once they are all dead, the dark lord will be a little easier to kill."
Many were nodding and agreeing.
"Why can't some concerned citizens put together a group to take out those guards at a prison camp, release the prisoners, and get them to safety?" he asked them. "Someone will need to make sure there's a good protected and warded facility where they can be taken. A portkey will be needed for a big group of people. They will also need potions for their health and perhaps other medical care will need to be provided, not to mention food, clothes, and probably new wands. It would even be good for them to get help to relocate until all this is over.
"There are all kinds of jobs in that one effort and not all of them require fighting. Even if you do have to fight, remember that the Death Eaters are just average in power. They are not as powerful as their leader. There is some risk, but anyone that has good skills with a wand can fight a Death Eater or join forces and more than one can take them down quickly. Granted there are some who are better skilled or even above average in power, but those are rare. It's no different than the general magical populace. The differences in skill and power are exactly the same.
"And, if you would rather not face one of them in a duel then why not setup some traps to take care of them that way? I'm sure people such as yourselves could arrange some unfortunate accidents to a few of these Death Eaters who walk around like they own the place," he said smiling even though they could barely see his face under his hood.
Many looked like they were thinking it over.
"So, what are you going to do about it?" Harry asked them before turning back to Madam Rosmerta. "By the way, I'm sorry about the mess," he said causing her to turn and look around her pub at the five dead Death Eaters.
Harry then turned and left through the front door before she could respond. He apparated as soon as he was on the street.
She was just about to tell him not to worry about it, saw he had left already, so she turned back to her customers.
"Alright you lot. I think it best you all clear out. If any wish to stay and help me clean up this mess, you're welcome to do so. I figure to make it look like they never even showed up. Might buy our friend and Mr. Potter a little more time. If anyone has a problem with that, well, I'd be glad to obliviate you of the entire incident."
"Can I get someone who can heal this cut on my arm?" a middle-aged man spoke up. "He hit my wand arm and I can't cast with my other to save my life," he said frustrated.
A young man headed his way to take care of the cut. Everyone heard when he got slightly mouthy with one of the Death Eaters who took offense and used a cutting spell on him. Another customer, who was an older woman, needed her bloodied, fat lip healed. She didn't answer fast enough so was backhanded in the mouth by one of the other Death Eaters.
The same young man helped her. He was once a healer in training at St. Mungo's before the Death Eaters took over everything. As a half-blood he was not to their liking, although he knew many of the Death Eaters were lying about their blood status.
Purebloods tended to have only one child most of the time. The Greengrass family had two and there were a handful of others. The Weasleys had seven, but they were a different sort of pureblood than the rest. There were not enough pureblood families in the country to produce all the Death Eaters and snatchers that were currently running around hurting people.
He guessed being half-blood was acceptable only if you liked being cruel. Otherwise, you were not needed or accepted.
Most left after thanking the young man for healing all their hurts. However, three of the men stayed to help with the bodies. Madam Rosmerta closed the pub temporarily. It was decided to transfigure their bodies each into a long sheet of parchment and then burn them in the fireplace. One of the men was an older customer who was very good with transfiguration.
The pub was then cleaned up spotless and anything broken was repaired. All the customers who left were encouraged to believe that they never visited The Three Broomsticks that day so there was nothing to talk about it with others. In other words, keep your mouth shut if you don't want Death Eaters coming after you.
The place was then opened back up for business as if nothing ever happened.
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Harry continued to take on small groups of Death Eaters, killing them efficiently. He was able to take on more than he did before, especially if there were no innocents who could get hurt by stray spell fire. He was now taking on upwards to twelve at a time. Mostly though they were usually in groups of six or eight.
Occasionally, he would run across others working for the Ministry that were called snatchers. They were charged with capturing Muggleborns so they could be brought to the Ministry and processed. This just meant they would be sent to one of the horrible prison camps.
There was one time when he came across a snatcher group that had captured some younger female Muggleborn students he remembered from Hogwarts. They were probably two years younger than him and Harry was now eighteen. There were three of the students and six of the snatchers. Each girl was between two snatchers who had a hold of her arms on both sides as they walked along to keep her from escaping.
Harry saw them from over a mile away and was confused as to why they had not portkeyed away with them to the Ministry since they were already caught. Then it dawned on him what they were likely planning to do to the girls before turning them over to the Ministry.
This made him very angry.
Harry apparated to within a few meters of the group so that they had to run into him on the path they were walking on. When they came upon him just standing there with his hood up, his face darkened, and his hands held in front of him, the snatchers stopped and suddenly got nervous.
There was a rumor floating around about someone who always wore a hood and was killing Death Eaters and snatchers. They were wondering if he was the one the rumor was about. The lead snatcher decided to ask a question.
"Who are ya and what do ya want?"
"Let the girls go and step away from them. If you do, I will consider not killing you." Harry told them in his disguised gravelly voice.
"And what if we decide to not go along with that deal?" the leader asked with a sneer on his face.
Harry's right hand moved so fast they could barely tell he had moved it since it was right back where he had it before, holding both hands in front of him. However, the snatcher leader fell over dead in front of them. They all just stared at the dead snatcher, even the girls, trying to figure out how he died. They thought they saw a spell but it happened so fast they couldn't be sure.
"Does that answer his question?" Harry asked them.
The snatchers quickly let go of the girls and stepped away from them nervously. The girls moved further away from the snatchers and closer to the stranger who saved them.
"Do they have your wands?" he asked the girls as he continued to watch the snatchers.
They nodded so Harry waved his hand and eleven wands came flying into it. He caught them all in his hands. Evidently two of the snatchers had an extra wand. He then cast another spell that petrified all five of the snatchers at the same time. They fell over like they were frozen. He then presented the wands to the girls.
"Get your own out of this lot and I'll hold onto the rest."
They found their three wands easy enough and then just stood there.
"Now, ladies I suggest you get out of here pronto. You need to be careful and not get caught again. There are plenty of these snatcher groups around and you won't like the accommodations at the prison camps the Ministry will put you in. In fact, if you can apparate that would be even better."
"But we don't have our licenses," one of them replied.
"We have an illegal Minister and Ministry so do you think that really matters?" he asked.
"I guess not, " another answered.
"You still have the trace and they can still use that against you to find you. In Muggle areas it will show up like a red blaring light, but areas that have a high concentration of magic will be safe as they won't be able to locate you in all that use of magic.
"You still need to be extra careful though. As Muggleborns you are more familiar with living without magic. Try that until you turn seventeen or at least until these idiots are taken down. That will be the safest route, especially if you live in a Muggle neighborhood and don't call attention to yourselves."
They nodded thinking it over.
"I'm sure Harry Potter is doing all he can to get rid of these people and I'm trying to help him as best I can."
"Thank you," all three said about the same time.
"Now I'd love to stay and chat more but you ladies really need to be on your way to a safe place."
"What are you going to do with those guys?" one of them asked.
"I don't think you really want to know."
"You're going to kill them like the first one?" she asked.
"But why?" another asked.
"Do you know what they were going to do to you three?" Harry asked them patiently.
"They said they were taking us to the Ministry" answered one of them.
"They were taking you somewhere so they could rape you. If they weren't then they would have portkeyed you straight to the Ministry right after they captured you. There was no need to walk anywhere if they were taking you straight to the Ministry."
The girls all had a look of fright on their faces and then sent some angry looks toward the remaining five men.
"Yes, I'm going to kill them because there is no more room in this world for evil people like them. Once all these bad people are removed from existence then we can finally live in freedom and peace."
"We'll leave then so you can finish," the first one said, not wanting to see more death.
"You're a hard man," the second one said, "but so are they" she said looking over at the snatchers before turning back to Harry, "and I believe that's exactly what we need to solve this problem."
"What's your name?" the third one asked.
"It's best if you don't know. That way no one can torture that information out of you."
"Oh, right," she said realizing. "Thank you again."
"I wish you all the best," Harry told them.
They whispered to each other to decide a destination and then all three disapparated.
Harry turned back to the snatchers and summoned any and all portkeys from their persons. He had an idea that was forming and one of these portkeys just might be what he needed.
There was nothing left when Harry finished. The scene he left was free of any evidence of wrong doing or justice, depending on how you looked at it. He made sure no one would be able find this group of snatchers, ever.