Chapter 5
"BEGIN!"
Harry lets out a deep breath and allows his magic to circulate around him in a 5 meter radius. This insures that he can anticipate attacks from every direction. He slowly stands up and takes off his jacket as he turn to face Malfoy.
"There is no shame in bowing out of this, boy. Everyone here knows that you do not stand a chance against me. Do you know any spells? Can you cast any of them? Do you even have a wand?"
In reply, Harry flicks his right wrist and takes a moment to relish in the comforting feeling that courses through him at the feel of his wand in hand.
"To be honest, I have only managed to learn a handful of spells so you will have to excuse me if I don't reach your expectations. You see, I only acquired my first wand two weeks ago and everything I have learnt so far has been self-taught."
They circle each other, trying to find an opening in the other's stance. Finally, Malfoy is the first to lose his patience and silently fires off a spell at Harry who easily side-steps it and retaliates.
"Stupefy"
Malfoy flinches back in surprise at the fact that a child who hasn't even started his first year at Hogwarts is able to learn such a spell and direct it at him accurately. He manages to regain his composure to easily bat away the spell, noticing that it is incredibly weak compared to what he is used to.
Malfoy and his followers start laughing at the spectacle, not noticing Harry watching his every move with the utmost concentration.
Harry sends the same spell at Malfoy again only to receive the same result. This continues for a minute or so, Harry sending the stupefy spell and Malfoy just lazily deflecting it.
The murmuring in the chamber starts up again as the crowed watching them becomes bored watching what they thought would be an interesting match.
Malfoy sends a spell at Harry hoping to end it quickly, only to see Harry just barely dodge it while watching as the spell flies past him. Malfoy starts picking up the speed of his casting only for the same result to occur. Harry just barely dodges each spell while watching fly by him harmlessly.
Eventually Malfoy becomes irritated at screams out his next spell.
"Ossis Effergo"
The result however, is one that surprises everyone watching the duel. Harry makes no move to dodge the on-coming spell. As soon as it is within reaching distance, he allows his reflexes to take over and sloppily deflects the spell away from his body.
Silence is what greets everyone at that display. It is unheard of for anyone who has not be trained in duelling to know how to deflect spells. Even then, it is something that only those who have passed their fifth year of study are able to accomplish.
Malfoy sends more and more spells at an ever increasing rate, all of which are deflected by Harry. To those trained in the duelling arts, they noticed that the more spells Harry deflected, the more refined his technique became until he was deflecting spells as easily as Malfoy was deflecting his in the beginning of the duel
"How… how are you able to do that?! You told us you had no training prior to two weeks!"
Harry gives him an amused look before silently sending an expulso at the stunned man in front of him. Malfoy is pushed off his feet and sent barrelling into the banister a few feet away.
"To answer your question in simple terms, I just learnt it from you Mr Malfoy. Did you honestly think I would go into a honor duel only knowing how to do one spell? No, I purposely sent weakened spells at you to observe the technique you use when deflecting spells. After that I just watched your spells as they flew past me and allowed my mind to sort out all the necessary calculations. A tedious process to go through but the benefits of which will last me a life-time. If you hadn't already figured out my reasoning for this duel then allow me to explain. I am basically using you as a training dummy. This way I can re-fine my duelling skills as well as humiliate you in front of the whole of the Wizengamot."
Malfoy looks around the chamber and notices that a lot of the Wizengamot are loking at him in amusement. Some are even outright laughing at him for getting played by this boy. Malfoy feels his rage take over and snaps his head back at Harry before he starts sending spells of a wide variety and of an intense ferocity.
Harry does his best to deflect as many as he could but the sheer number and quickness of it all start to overwhelm him. A piercing spell hits his left thigh, causing him to get a shallow cut across his chest. He winces in pain and is unable to dodge to the expluso sent at him that has him crashing through the barrier in front of the reporters, who instantly start flashing away with their cameras.
Cyrus puts his head down in regret as his about to announce Malfoy as the winner. He lifts his hand in the air and is about to open his mouth when he hears a slight groan and the shuffling of debris coming from where Harry landed.
To the astonishment and amazement of everyone in chamber, Harry sits up and shakes his head as if to clear stray thoughts. He has a shallow cut above his right eye that is bleeding heavily, blood running down his face. He looks around to establish his location before a blood thirsty grin appears on his face. He turns around towards the reports and gives them a little wave.
"Sorry about making a mess in front of you guys. Hope its not too much of an inconvenience." The reporters just nod their heads in awe of the young man in front of them. Harry turns back to look at Malfoy. "Just one moment Lucious. I need to get anyway from these innocent bystanders. I, unlike yourself, do not harm those who have never harmed me."
Harry stands up and wobbles a bit on his injured leg. He sends magic to where his left thigh was pierced and grits his teeth as he puts the tip of his wand against the wound.
"incendio"
The smell of burning flesh reaches the noses of those around him as the chamber watches in slight horror as Harry cauterizes the wound on his legs. When his satisfied with it, he makes sure to keep circulating magic around the area to reduce the pain. He then walks back towards the center of the chamber and he tears of the remains of his torn shirt and wipes of the blood from his chest and face. The bracers on his fore arms are finally visible to the public but he heeds them no mind. They are of a rather plain design. A plain silver colour with just the Potter crest on each of them.
The occupants in the room all stare at the body that this 11-year old boy has. They notice that even though there is still a hint of baby fat, he as quite a bit of muscle. He isn't ripped or bulky but anyone can see that the muscles he has are all firm. When they get a view of his back, they all gasp in shock and horror. Littered across his entire back is an array of scars.
Harry, ignoring the whispers and murmurs of the crowed, stands in his starting position again and flicks his right wrist. His wand disappears back into the right bracer as he takes up his boxing stance and starts bobbing to and fro on the same spot.
"You know, Mr Malfoy, I would have to be a complete idiot to think that I could ever beat you in a magical duel alone. I mean, I am just a young child who started using a wand two weeks ago and you are someone who has had over two decades to torture innocent people behind that Death Eater mask that you and your friends wear. I am anything but stupid. I knew that I couldn't win this fight with spell work or wand arts. So please, allow me to show you why my family has always been feared whenever wars were fought."
Harry bows his head in concentration as builds up as much magic in his core as he can before he releases it throughout his body. His body starts to thrum with power as he lifts his head back up. When he opens his eyes, emerald fire a flickering from the edges of his eyes, giving him a demonic look.
Malfoy flinches back in fear at the display and Harry pounces on his moment of weakness. Harry dashes forward at incredible speeds and delivers a powerful left hook to the liver of Malfow who hunches over and coughs out a little bit of blood. As Malfoy falls forward, Harry twists his body until he is under Malfoy and jumps up to deliver a devastating uppercut to the face.
As Malfoy flies threw the air, Harry bends over and coughs out lots of blood.
"Damn, my body still can't handle so much magic coursing through it at a time."
Cyrus rushes over to check that Malfoy has been know unconscious. Before he can acknowledge Lord Potter's win, Harry has to dodge a barrage of spells sent at him from Lord Nott, who he completely forgot. Sensing that he has the advantage, Nott sends another barrage at a stumbling Harry. As Harry stumbles over a stone, he flails his arm to balance himself and accidently swats away a spell with the bracer on his left arm.
Staring in shock at bracer, Harry is quickly reminded that he can't lose focus when he has to dodge another barrage of spells. Getting tired of being on the defensive, Harry rolls to the left and uses the last of his magic to charge at Nott before he hits him with a full-on shoulder barge to the sternum. Nott crashes into the stone wall behind right behind him and is instantly knocked out.
The chamber is once again stunned into silence at the display put on by their youngest member. Harry's body was trembling with exhaustion. He has never used that technique so extensively before. Add all the injuries he received and the fact that he had to keep circulating magic through his body since the beginning of duel to keep up with Malfoy, his magical core was at an all time low.
Despite all that, he simply refused to fall down in front of the Wizenganot. His pride wouldn't allow him to rest.
"Winner: Lord Potter"
He gives Lord Greengrass another nod of gratitude before stumbling his way over to his discarded jacket. As he bent down to pick the jacket up, he lost his balance and would have fallen if it wasn't for Lord Greengrass catching him and holding him up.
"Head Warlock Dumbledore, I believe that we should conclude today's Wizengamot. The participants are in need of medical attention and I believe it would be a good idea to allow everyone time to process the events that have happened here today."
Cyrus didn't wait for a reply. He immediately turned and walked out the chamber, practically carrying the young Lord Potter. On his way out the door he spotted Augusta Longbottom flanking Harry's other side, wand in hand, ready for whoever might try and harm the young Lord.
"Don't worry lad. We are almost at the floo network. We'll have you at St Mungo's in no time."
At hearing that Harry, tried to resist a bit. He shook his head at Cyrus.
"Gringotts"
Cyrus could barely make out what was said before Harry fell unconscious. Glancing at Augusta, they shared a nod before changing directions and hurrying towards the bank.
As soon as they stepped foot on the stairs of Gringotts, the doors slammed open and a battalion of goblins all dressed in fearsome armour surrounded the trio, cutting off anyone who tried to get near them. when they stepped inside the building a medical team of goblins were immediately on them. Two of them used magic to float him up in the air while the rest of them began work to heal Harry's injuries and stabilise his core.
Cyrus and Augusta were stopped from going any further with Harry and instead were escorted to a different section of the bank. They arrived at a extravagant lobby and was soon escorted inside the only set of doors in sight. Inside they were greeted to the sight of Director Ragnorak pacing his office in what they believed to be concern and frustration.
As soon as he spotted them he walked behind his desk to sit down and motioned for them to do the same.
"Before you say anything, I would just like to state here and now that the only reason you have made it this far inside the bank is because of the ties you hold with the Potter family. You, Lord Greengrass, were great friends with Lily Potter. I understand that your wife was best friends with her and Alice Longbottom. And you, Lady Longbottom, are allowed here due to the fact the Potter-Longbottom alliance has been standing since the very first Wizengamot. I know you have a lot of questions but I do not have permission of Lord Potter to divulge anything that I know. What I need from both of you is to tell me the exact details of today's Wizengamot. As soon as Lord Potter is stable, I will personally escort you to him as he will most likely wish to speak to you."
Cyrus and Augusta share a look before turning to face the Director and giving their nods of acceptance.
Harry woke up to a white room. He knew he was in some hospital from the smell of medical and that fact that everything was so spotless. Glancing around he saw a glass of water next to his bed and reached for it. His hand shook from the fatigue he accumulated from the duel but he still managed to drink the water and place the glass back.
As he was trying to sit up, the doors to his room opened up. In walked the Director, Lord Greengrass, Lady Longbottom, and a goblin that he assumed to be a doctor judging by the white coat.
After the doctor does his check up, Harry turns to face the Director with an expectant look upon his face.
"Harry, as I'm sure you are aware, this is Lord Greengrass and Lady Longbottom. They are the ones who brought you to us directly after the Wizengamot."
Harry slowly get out of bed and walks up to Cyrus and Augasta to shake their hands.
"Thank you for the assistance. I was pretty out of it after the duel. If there is anything I can do to thank you the please, don't hesitate to ask."
Cyrus gazes at Harry with a guarded look before walking over to the window to stare up at the sky.
"Lord Potter, do you know the connection my family had to your mother?"
"I know she was best friends with your wife as well as with Alice Longbottom, who happens to be my Godmother."
"That's right. My wife and I were really close to your mother and the Longbottoms have always been close to the Potter family. Augusta and I would like to offer you an alliance. It would give all of us much needed allies in the Wizengamot as well as dissuade others from attacking us. We can figure out the rest of the details later but what do you say? Will you join in an alliance with us?"
Harry takes a moment to think about what this alliance could mean. The advantages easily outweighed the disadvantages.
"It would be my honor."