Session 4: No Giant Rats Here

Harry's POV

Everything hurt for Harry. These University aged, frat boy cultists were squashing him, the stairs were digging into his back, his head was woozy. Other people in this situation would be terrified, they would be freaking out. Harry was not other people, in situations like this he found himself focusing intently. Everything slowed down, all fears and worries disappeared from his mind and his mind was clearer than in any other time.

He was however still being crushed by a group of half-naked cultists. He also did not have his glasses.

'Brad dude, you don't want to do this bruh,' Chad, the leader of the cultists said. This was the first time Harry had ever heard nervousness in his voice. 'Look bruh just calm down, it's cool okay. You don't have to clean any more.' All of the other cultists appeared to agree as the slowly pulled themselves off of Harry, entreating for Brad to calm down.

Brad however continued to giggle crazily. 'Hehe...Clean?...No the...Chosen One doesn't...clean,'Harry heard that squelching sound again but he paid it little mind as he searched desperately for his glasses. 'No...No more...cleaning. I want...to...party!'

Those words seemed to spur the rest of The Amber Fraternity into action, rushing towards the so called Chosen One. 'No dude. No parties, not like this dude!' one of them shouted.

Several loud thumps echoed in the stairwell, just above Harry's head. Based on the sound of breaking bones and groaning he assumed that a couple of cultists were thrown. Hard.

'I...thought you...were cool dudes,' Brad giggled, though it took a less happy tone, it was more a tone that promised pain and dismemberment. 'Bunch of...squares. You're...lame...Nerds!' there was shouting and squelching and meaty thuds and groaning.

It was about now when Harry found his glasses. He looked up to see a bloated, red skinned figure. Towering seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid in shape but it had four arms, a large mouth on it's stomach and was dripping and endless amount of red wine, as if made of the stuff. The rest of the cultists were on the ground, half covered in the wine on the floor, each with broken arms or legs. All of the cultists were down except for one guy, he was Chad, the leader of the group and Chad was glowing slightly as he stood in front of the door to the stairs, appearing as if to stop Brad from leaving.

'I aint letting you do this dude. You can't handle Olidammara's gifts yet. You'll go too far bruh,' he yelled out, a wall of red wine flowing up in front of him, acting as a barrier between the two.

The wall of wine however seemed to part for Brad as he stepped forward, his two right arms rose up and light, sound and color encompassed Chad, leaving the cultist severely singed and disorientated. 'You're...no longer...the favored one..hehe,' he giggled.

This was the point where Harry decided to act. He had two choices here. He could run, hide and pretend that this never happened. He could find a different way to get to Hogwarts and leave these crazy cultists to their doom.

Or he could sneak around the two, see if there was something, anything in their library or ritual room that could help.

Harry chose option number two.

With no hesitation, with all of the speed he could muster Harry broke into a run. Dashing around Chad, ducking under Brad's outstretched hands and scrambled into the ritual room. 'Hehe...you won't...escape...this time...brat!' Brad called out as he too turned, making his way into the ritual room after Harry.

The stone doors slammed shut behind the two. Harry had been in this room many times before, each and every time he did it knowing the the Amber Fraternity was just a group of idiots. They were crazy and meant him harm but they were just idiots. Now. Now Harry was trapped in here with some magical monster who was off of his rocker. The door was shut, most likely locked by Chad. The rest of the cult was on the ground groaning in pain, if they weren't silent and still. The floor was covered in red wine up to Harry's ankles. Candles sent eery shadows in every direction. And he was being hunted by someone who truly wanted him dead.

Harry Potter had never been more scared as he ducked behind a pillar, heart beating so loudly he was sure that Brad could hear it.

'Hehe...Come out...little dude,' Brad giggled. Harry couldn't see him but the sound of dripping liquid bounced off of the walls, making it hard to know where the monster truly was.

The young boy skirted around his pillar. Slowly, with careful steps he crept. The library door was too far away. He wouldn't make it there without being very careful, or very lucky. As soon as the next closest pillar was in sight Harry started to edge his way towards it, he knew the thing might be able to see him if he did this, but he had no choice.

'I seeeeeeeee youuuuuuu,'Brad sung out, a woosh of air and desperately Harry dove forward hoping to avoid whatever attack was sent his way. Whatever it was it just barely grazed the boy's side. Sending him flying, crashing into the stone alter and falling to the ground. Harry let out a long groan, everything hurt. It hurt so much.

'Hehe...you can't...escape the...Chosen...One,' Brad taunted, stepping forward, the wine parting around his feet.

Harry tried to struggle and fight back, he braced himself against the altar to pull himself up but everything hurt so much! He was too tired, too weak and thus he fell with a splash, once more into the pool on wine, sending it splashing everywhere. Brad didn't even flinch as the wine seemed to hit some invisible barrier, not even getting into the monster's face. 'Come on...you're normally...so talkative...bruh.'

'Please,' Harry gasped out, trying to sit up.

'Please what...bruh...please what?' Brad leaned forward, mouth wide in a cruel sneer, the red wine dripping off of his body only added to the effect.

'Don't hurt me,' Harry whispered. He was tired, everything hurt and this guy was too much. Harry just couldn't win here. There was no weakness that he could find, he was overpowered and weak and Harry was scared. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it. 'Please don't hurt me.'

'Hurt you dude...nah I won't...Hurt you,' the monster cackled, it's voice echoing off the stone walls, assaulting Harry's ears. 'I'll sacrifice...ya bruh.'

Harry tried to crawl away at that, he couldn't walk, he couldn't fight, he couldn't do anything but he didn't want to die. Tears falling down his face, clothes socked in red wine, ragged gasping breathes. It was futile but Harry tried anyway, he tried to crawl away. The wine around him parted, it flowed out of his clothes leaving him dry as the monster grabbed the young boy with all four arms and threw him on the altar.

Harry cried out, staring up at the monster. He tried to squirm away but it's hands held him in place. There was something there, something in his mind, a clue, something but he couldn't quite figure it out. It was just on the edge of his brain but Harry was too terrified to focus on it.

'Come on dude...stop crying...like a...pussy bruh...not cool,' it giggled releasing a hand as it picked up a sacrificial knife and held it over Harry's torso.

Harry couldn't help it, his eyes locked on the blade, taking in every detail. It was triangular in shape. It was made of white bone. Inlaid with gold. Completely unmarred by the red wine that filled the room. The blade pulled back. Harry felt all of his being focus on that blade. He was going to focus on his oncoming death withe every bit of his being. He was going to see it, feel it, hear and smell and even taste it with all that he was. There was no way out. There was nothing Harry could do. He was going to die and he could not stop it.

The knife descended. Soon that beautiful knife would be stained red with his blood. Stained the same shade of red as the wine that filled the room...'DRINK!' Harry called out desperately.

The knife stopped just before it pierced the skin over his heart.

'What...was that...dude?'It asked confused.

'Can...can I get a...last drink?' Harry asked slowly, praying to every god that may or may not exist that this would work.

The monster narrowed it's eyes suspiciously but shrugged and with a wave of it's hands a wine bottle flew over towards Harry. The boy caught it and with a calmness that he was not feeling took a swig. It tasted horrible, Harry didn't know why adults liked this stuff so much but Harry kept the displeasure off of his face and held the bottle out to the monster. It grasped the bottle as if to take a swig but instantly the bottle shattered, the wine and glass covering Harry. Not a single drop touched the monster however.

It growled, and waived it's hands again. Another bottle came flying over but just before it touched the monster it too shattered. 'What..is..this,' it asked the giggling disappearing to be replaced with an angry growl.

It waved it's hands and this time an enormous wave of wine rose up, flew towards the monster and passed right around it. 'What did you do to me!?' the monster, Brad, asked in fury. Turning his eyes towards Harry.

Harry was no longer scared. He no longer feared for his life. Sure Brad was a monster now, he was strong and way too powerful. But it was still Brad. It was still an idiot. Harry cocked a grin, 'you can't drink anymore,' he announced. He sat up, the pain and exhaustion from a moment ago no longer bothering him. 'I made it so no wine, beer or alcohol will touch you ever again.'

'Undo it dude!' Brad screamed, 'Undo it right now or i'll...i'll...i'll kick your ass!" he in fact raised his arms as if to start punching Harry.

'Touch me and you'll never have another drink again,' the young boy said calmly, causing Brad to drop his arms and back away in fear.

'Let's uh let's not get hasty bruh just be cool okay. Just be cool bruh.'

Harry pulled himself off of the stone altar, and looked down on Brad, an impressive feat since the oither boy was three feet taller than him. 'I'm going to use your library. While I do you will protect this room and keep everyone else out. Once I have what I want, I will leave and then I will undo it,' he ordered.

Brad nodded his head furiously, clearly a life time of sobriety was too horrible for him.

Without saying anything else Harry made his way to the library door, opened it, went inside and closed i. Once it was closed he made sure to bar it with a chair. 'I can't believe that worked,' he sighed in relief.

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It was several hours later when Harry left the Amber Fraternity's frat house. In that time he had found many useful things. Originally Harry had always ignored this room, it was full of books and objects that only crazy people used, but now that he knew magic was real... well he looked at everything.

After checking some old books that reeked of wine and sex Harry found out what was going on with Brad. Apparently Olidammara's Chosen One was to keep an eternal party going on. He had access to sixth level spells, whatever that meant, but to keep the party from stopping the host could not get too drunk. Essentially Olidammara's Chosen One was not allowed any alcohol or drugs of any kind.

Harry also found a golden ticket for a train called the Hogwarts Express that could be found at Platform 9 3/4 and Kings Cross Station on the first of September. He found several books about gods,though most of them were about Olidammara a god of parties. He found a bag that could hold anything. A sword that just looked awesome. A menu for a place called the Leaky Cauldron, the food sounded weird but it also advertised it's self as the entry to Diagon Alley, whatever that was.

With everything he could find, Harry left the Amber Fraternity hoping he would never return again.

Next stop, Leaky Cauldron then Diagon Alley.

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There y'all go the first fight scene of the series. Of course Harry was going to be weak compared to the enemy he's 11 and essentially level 0. But he still found a way to outsmart his enemy and escape with his prize like all good adventurers do.

Next session you get to see Diagon Alley in a world where Hogwarts teaches adventuring