Harry Potter and the Underworld Society

by Potten

Harry recovers after the war before joining the aurors in a story where Vampires and Werewolves invoke fear across the world, Harry soon realises, that not knowing your enemy is as dangerous as going up against the most feared wizard in history.

32. Chapter 32

Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter. All rights to the characters and universe the story belongs in belong to JK Rowling

Chapter 32 - Showdown

Harry waited by the arch, watching as the underworld society gathered before it, preparing to cross. It took them a few hours before they were ready to leave, Harry recognised many as old Death Eaters from the masks they were wearing.

They were all talking excitedly about what was to come. Some of the vile things he was hearing were horrific. Not only were some excited to cause harm, there was evident blood lust and even cannibalism, it was no wonder Greyback joined them.

Some of them, evidently werewolves, were talking passionately about how many they were going to try and turn. Harry had to clamp down on his emotions, it would do no good to attack now. Not only would it spoil the plan, it would get him killed, probably slowly.

'Welcome friends.' Came the sickeningly sweet voice of Priory from the Arch. 'The day has arrived for another raid. This will be our largest assault yet.' He looked around expectantly. 'You all know the plan, stick to it and the streets of Hamburg will run with blood!'

A cheer went up from the crowd. As one Priory, along with the other werewolves in the ranks, downed their Lycan Potions and began to transform. Harry's blood ran cold when they howled as one signalling their intent.

The ground trembled as the assembled ran towards the arch, certain of their victory. The wolves went first knocking over anyone in their path. He then watched with satisfaction as O'Manda, Blade and Priory were among the last to go.

Once they were all gone the forest was suddenly eerily quiet. There wasn't even the rustle of leaves or a faint bird song.

Just. Silence.

It was deafening.

SNAP. The sound of twig snapping echoed across the clearing, Harry turned to see Padonnis smiling gleefully at the Arch. Confirming Harry's suspicions, he wouldn't be joining the raid.

Smiling predatorially Harry removed his invisibility cloak as he stepped out of the shadows. 'Morning Flave, what a pleasure to see you here.'

Padonnis' wand was out in an instant, pointing at him. It was quivering slightly but his voice was steady 'Ah Mr Potter. I would say I'm surprised you found this place, alas, I'm not. Although I'm surprised you deigned to come here when you could be saving the citizens of Hamburg.'

'I've already seen to that. Hamburg will be quite safe.'

Flave laughed heartily, 'You've seen my forces. There is no way they can be contained. You don't even have any idea where in Hamburg they are!'

'Well you're partially right.'

'What do you mean?' Growled Padonnis menacingly.

Harry smirked at him 'I didn't know where in Hamburg you were going to deposit them. However, I may have tinkered with that little Arch of yours.'

'What did you do?!' Yelled Padonnis, anger flashing in his eyes.

'I sent them to the castle in France. The one where I rescued those kids from Roza.'

'YOU'VE BEEN WORKING WITH THAT BITCH!' Padonnis screamed 'AVADA KEDAVRA!'

A jet of green light erupted from his wand, Harry apparated behind Padonnis, before launching his own attack. His stunner missed as Padonnis was moving as soon as Harry had apparated. Then the branches from nearby trees came alive trying to ensnare Padonnis.

He quickly waved his wand and a serpent wreathed in fire appeared, the branches disintegrated from the heat and the snake lunged to engulf Harry in one bite. As its jaws closed around him, both serpent and wizard vanished.

Padonnis looked around expectantly, when suddenly six columns of fire arose encircling him. He beadily studied each one, then apparated as they morphed into beasts of their own and attacked.

On landing he was forced to throw up a shield as a heavy stunner was thrown his way. He whipped his wand and chunks of rock were lifted from the ground as they hurtled towards Harry.

Harry turned them to dust and was about to counterattack when Padonnis transfigured the dust into knives. The blades circled Harry before moving in for the kill. Just before they pierced his skin they transformed into small yellow birds, which scattered.

A bright light shot out of Harry's wand, with a thunderous sound, barrelling into Padonnis' chest. The wizard was flown backwards, his wand spiralling to the ground away from him.

Panting slightly, Harry picked up the fallen wand disdainfully and snapped it in two. He moved over to Padonnis' stricken body, quickly found his pulse to make sure, then tucked one piece of the wand into the wizard's pocket.

'Portus.' He muttered pointing his own wand at the other half. He placed it in Padonnis' palm and watched as his unconscious form was transported away in a flash of blue light.

Harry apparated to the entrance he came through when following O'Manda and Vermont in order to secure it from anyone else getting in. He didn't want any nasty surprises when they came back to this place.

Then made his way over to the archway. Hoping beyond hope that everyone was OK, he stepped through the arch and felt the familiar tug around his naval.

Harry landed in the courtyard of the part stone part ice castle in France, right in the middle of a snowstorm. He instantly threw himself behind some rubble as spells collided where he was standing. The scene around him was frantic, there were holes blasted in the walls of the castle, the fountain had been destroyed and even the gates were bent and broken.

The fighting was fierce throughout the courtyard and the flashes of light coming from the windows of the castle suggested the fight had moved inside as well. Bodies littered the ground, whether dead or alive, friend or foe, he had no time to tell.

Roza was nearby grappling with two werewolves when Harry spotted a cloaked figure appear behind her with their wand raised. Without hesitating Harry apparated to Roza's back blocking the spell, before quickly disarming his opponent and stunning them.

He whirled around producing chains to wrap around the two wolves. Once secure, Roza knocked them unconscious.

'I will deal with the otherz down here. Head into the castle. Quickly.' She didn't give him a chance to respond before leaping into action and engaging another werewolf that was about to incapacitate an Auror.

Without a backwards glance Harry ran inside, Dawlish was duelling two masked figures on the stairs. As he watched Dawlish's wand was blasted from his hand and a green jet of light shot towards him.

Harry vanished the step Dawlish was standing on causing him to fall through and duck the killing curse, then he apparated to the landing behind the two figures so he could stun them easily.

'Potter, head to the top of the west wing. Trott and O'Manda headed that way!' Shouted Dawlish as he extracted himself. I hope she's OK.

Harry sprinted along the ice corridor, weaving between the fighters, stunning as he went. He reached the spiral staircase and sprinted up it two steps at a time.

He reached the second landing when something shot out of the corridor and collided with him. Momentarily dazed he didn't realise the danger he was in until he looked into yellow eyes and heard a deep growl. With a flash of light the wolf was thrown off him with a squeal.

Having dealt with the werewolf Ron stepped forward to help Harry to his feet. 'Harry when the hell did you get here?'

'Just.'

'Come on we need help down here.'

Ignoring his aching side Harry pushed himself up and followed Ron. 'Where is everyone?' He asked as they ran.

'We're all split up. It's chaos.' They jumped a hole in the floor and sprinted into a large hall. They watched as Vermont along with two other wizards knocked six Aurors to the ground, including Neville. Upon noticing the two of them Vermont waved his wand at the ceiling causing the ice shards to rain down upon them.

Vermont smiled evilly at Harry, before apparating away with his two colleagues. Harry and Ron immobilised the shards then pulled Neville and the others out of the hall. The six of them were knocked out, sporting various burns and cuts. What the hell was that spell?

'Ron, is there a medical team waiting anywhere?'

'Yeah I've got a portkey here.'

'Right take these, then come back and get the rest of the injured. There all over the place and they need help.'

'OK, what are you going to do?'

Harry smiled ruefully 'I'm going to find Leanne, now go.'

'Fine fine, Ginny's going to kill me if something happens to you though.'

'Let me worry about that. Your priority is the injured.'

There was a loud smash as five vampires and three werewolves came crashing through a wall. The way they fought was awe inspiring, there reflexes were second to none and whilst the wolves boasted sheer strength the vampires were cunning and fast.

'Bloody hell!' Gasped Ron, as one of the werewolves sent a vampire flying limp out of a window in one swipe. Upon hearing Ron's exclamation the werewolf noticed them and bounded towards him.

Harry transfigured some of the ice on the floor to water which then cascaded around the wolf and refroze sealing him in place. Harry looked around to see Ron attaching Neville and the others to a rope. He tapped an object on Neville's robe with his wand, they were transported away in a blue flash.

Without warning, the ceiling above them imploded, Harry grabbed Ron and apparated to the stairs before they were buried.

'Mate, the other wounded will have to wait. This is carnage.' Said Ron.

'Fine let's go.'

'I'm going to head down the other side of the castle! Sam and Manny were over there.'

'OK, be careful.'

'You too.' As Ron apparated away Harry continued his ascent up the tower. As he went, he heard a blood curdling scream coming from the top.

'TROTT!' He yelled. He started to sprint after her when there were a set of loud cracks around him. Bloody Hell. He slammed his back against the wall whilst erecting a shield which the stunners bounced off.

Ropes then appeared out of thin air trying to bind him in place. They instantly turned into black snakes which struck out at his four assailants. Two were caught off guard leaving it easy for Harry to stun them. The other two worked more as a team, one turned the snakes to smoke whilst the other cut Harry's side open.

Grunting in pain Harry went to take the offensive when two vampires came back down the stairs, knocking the two out on their way past. Quickly muttering the counter spell to heal the cut in his side, Harry carried on his way.

When he reached the top, he stepped out onto the battlements unnoticed by the four people there. The site made his blood boil, Trott was sitting, wandless, with her back against the wall. Her left leg was bent at an odd angle, there was blood over her face and a nasty gash across her stomach.

She was staring hatefully up at Blade, Priory and O'Manda who were looming over her. Harry noticed a deep gash running up O'Manda's leg.

'Oh Leanne, you should have known it would come to this.' Said O'Manda. 'You should have joined us when you had the chance.'

'Fuck off traitor.' She growled. 'Tell me, how long have you been working for them?'

'I've always been working for them.' He said smoothly.

'Why?'

'The money's nice.' He admitted 'Mainly though, they were the ones who told me about the rapist who went after Shana. I owed them.'

'Piss off, that's no excuse!'

'The Aurors didn't know anything, we would never have caught him.' Roared O'Manda.

'What? So, you catch one rapist, that gives you the right to kidnap and threaten people? What about all the good we do?'

O'Manda laughed openly 'Good you do? Oh yeah I forgot about all the good you did when the ministry was under the Dark Lord's control.'

'Yeah coz that was out fault.' She snapped.

'As much as I'm enjoying this' interrupted Priory 'I still want my fun.' He watched Trott hungrily as she scowled.

'I won't let you touch me.'

'You don't have a choice sweetheart. No one is going to save you from us.'

As Priory stepped towards her, Harry's voice rang across the battlements 'I wouldn't take another step if I was you.'

The three of them whirled around to see Harry glaring at them, his eyes blazing with anger. They didn't hesitate, each sending their own killing curse at him. The snow suddenly formed a solid wall around Harry which exploded on contact with the curses.

Harry whirled his wand forming ice shards from the debris which he fired back at them, Priory didn't respond fast enough. A shard buried itself in his chest throwing him over the battlements, never to breathe again. The other two reacted quicker to dodge the onslaught.

They fired their own curses back which missed as Harry apparated so he was standing in front of Trott. A purple jet of light shot towards Harry which he successfully blocked before dodging a cutting curse.

Harry's body then erupted in pain as he was caught with the crutiatus curse. He fell to the ground crying out and convulsing. He heard a maniacal laugh as the pain doubled.

Out the corner of his eye he saw Trott trying to get to him. Fighting against the welcome unconsciousness he managed to slide his wand over to her. Blade and O'Manda were so engrossed in what they were doing they didn't spot the action. Whilst they were distracted with Harry, Trott picked up the wand and stunned them.

Shakily Harry stood up to make his way over to Trott.

'Boy am I glad to see you.' She sighed in relief as she passed him his wand.

'You Ok?' he asked with concern, helping her to sit back up.

'I'll live. Heal my leg and I'll help you mop the rest of these up.'

'I don't think so, you're going back. How did you end up here on your own?'

'I was duelling O'Manda.' She spat bitterly 'I was getting the upperhand then Blade and Priory showed up. I'm sorry, I didn't stand a chance.'

'It's not your fault. I'm glad I got here when I did.'

'So am I, can you summon my wand?'

'Accio Leanne's wand.' He chanted, brandishing his own. The wand slipped out of O'Manda's pocket and straight into Trott's outstretched hand. 'You ok to travel?'

'Yeah.'

'Get going then and I'll help wrap this up.'

'Good luck. I'll see you back at the Ministry.' With that she tapped the portkey on her robe and transported away.

Harry secured Blade and O'Manda, then walked back down the tower, this time much more slowly. He took his time searching the corridors and rooms not only to catch any lingering society members but more importantly to check on the injured.

Anyone who was on their side he patched up and sent back via their portkey. In the case of injured society members, he made sure none of their injuries were life threatening then secured them. If he was unsure he could heal them he transported them back to the medical team.

He stunned the odd society member and as he went a few people joined him to form a small task force. They didn't encounter any major resistance until they were back on the first floor. Whilst entering the corridor there was a flash of green light and a body slumped to the floor.

Reacting on pure instinct Harry fired into the crowd of society members that had gathered round a group of injured Aurors. It hit one of them square in the chest sending him flying, as the others began to react, the people with Harry fired off more stunning spells incapacitating most of the group.

They had to take cover behind the ice pillars when killing curses were fired their way.

'Come out with your hands up. Or we'll kill them.' Said one of the group, evidentially pointing to one of the hostages. Bollocks. Harry gestured to everyone to remain hidden.

He cast his Patronus which started to speak in a loud booming voice across the corridor. 'OK We're coming out. Please don't kill anyone.'

As the Patronus delivered its message Harry apparated behind them and stunned the remaining three instantly. 'Right you can all come out now, check these for injuries.'

Tentatively he approached the body, he leaned down to role them over. 'Oh shit.' He sighed. It was Lonnovon. Dejectedly he conjured a white sheet to cover the body for now.

'Who was it, sir?'

Harry jumped at the voice and looked up into the concerned face of one of the Aurors they had rescued. He was one of the foreign exchange Aurors who was helping in England. 'He was a French Auror called Lonnovon. He was a good man.'

Harry looked back down at Lonnovon's stricken body whilst running his hand through his air agitatedly 'Oh, and it's Harry or Potter none of that bloody Sir business.'

'Yes Sir.' Harry rolled his eyes.

'Come on, we'd best get to it.' They split up. Harry took five with him to scout out the rest of the castle whilst the others tended to the injured. They had made the landing before the main doors when they bumped into a solemn looking Ron and Roza.

'Ron, Roza. Is everything OK?'

'There iz too many dead.' Said Roza sadly.

'Is there any more fighting going on?'

'No, the last of them have surrendered. Come on mate, you best come with me.' Said Ron morbidly Shit this can't be good.

Harry followed Ron back to the common room they had followed Priory and Hellman into the last time they were here. Harry grimaced at the number of dead in the room, they were all together here. Vampires, society members and Aurors.

Ron led Harry over to a couple of bodies and removed the cloth from their faces. Harry punched the wall before falling to his knees. He didn't even notice his broken hand. He just stared at the faces of Manny Owens and Sam Bollinger. It's weird that the dead always look so peaceful.

'It's not your fault mate.' Said Ron.

'Manny, maybe not. It was me that got Sam the job though. If I just asked him for info he'd still be here.'

'Yeah and he would be still living the shit life he was always living.' Said Finlay sadly, coming up behind them. 'You gave him a choice. He chose the job and he would never change that. Don't forget he would have ended up in this battle anyway. Just not on his terms.'

'Maybe.' Muttered Harry. 'I'll leave you with him for a few minutes.'

Finlay nodded gratefully and Harry started organising getting everyone they caught back to the Ministry with Dawlish.

It took a couple of hours but finally all of the injured were at St Mungo's, the captured society members holed up in the Ministry holding cells and the dead had been moved to the Morgue. Where they could be identified they were sent back to their own countries.

Harry and Dawlish were the last Wizards left when they met with Roza in the courtyard. 'I'm sorry for your losses Roza.' Apologised Harry.

'It'z not your fault Harry. We did a good thing today, yez we lost many, we would have lost more if we sided with Flave for much longer.' She placed a hand on his cheek. 'Don't be zad, you zaved many livez today. Think what would have happened if the attack had gone ahead in Hamburg.'

She surprised him by pulling him into a hug, which he tentatively returned 'You know we must be willing to lay down our livez for what iz right. I know you know thiz and are prepared to do it yourself. Don't underestimate the otherz who are willing alzo.'

He smiled sadly, in truth he had never really thought of it that way before. Must be that bloody hero complex Hermione goes on about.

'Thanks Roza.'

'No trouble.'

'Come on Potter, we best get back.' Said Dawlish.

'Yeah OK.' He turned back to Roza 'If you need anything just ask.'

'Zame to you. Don't be a ztranger.'

'I won't.' Dawlish grasped him by the arm and activated his portkey. They landed in the Auror office.

'Harry!' He turned at the shout to see Ginny running straight at him. He caught her in his arms and kissed her. 'I'm glad you're OK.' She breathed when they pulled apart.

'Me too' he mumbled as he buried his face in her hair.