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Chapter 7
Voldemort was relaxing on his chair in the study, his eyes closed. His familiar, Nagini, was curled up in front of the fire, dozing after a satisfying lunch. The Dark Lord's mind was working at top speed, sorting through his heir's memories. Skimming through the years and discarding the unimportant ones. The memories intrigued him. He can see the affection his counterpart had for the boy and the boy's devotion to his counterpart. It made him wonder if he will ever take an heir. The unwavering loyalty was very attractive but on the other hand, affection was a weakness.
A sudden disturbance in his mental shield caused him to frown. Who dares to enter his mind? And the answer came to him not a second later, the boy. No one else had the courage to enter his mind and from the memories, his counterpart shared some mental connection with his heir. Voldemort was surprised, even here, the teen shared a mental connection with the him. It seems he could connect with Lord Voldemort in any universe.
He lowered his mental shields.
"–ther, father? Voldemort? Hello?" A voice echoed in his mind.
"What?" Voldemort snapped, unused to have other voice than him in his head.
"You're there," the boy said, relief was evident in his voice. "There are Unspeakables on me, I think and I can't apparate. There's anti-apparition ward and I don't know how far it goes."
Voldemort frowned. Only the Ministry can set up wards in the middle of London and Unspeakables clearly had the authorization. The boy was too valuable to fall into the hands of the Ministry. "Portkey?"
"Also can't."
"Your position?"
"A few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron."
Voldemort rose from his seat and headed to the shelf. Grabbing a roll of parchment, he exited the room. "Lose yourself in the crowd and refrain from being caught," he ordered.
"Yes, sir."
Voldemort paid no attention towards the link as he headed towards the Throne Room, robes flaring behind him. Death Eaters walking along the corridors bowed out of his way as he passed by them. None dared to inquire their Lord what happened.
It was a short journey. The door to the Throne Room opened with a bang and Voldemort strode in. He spread the parchment he brought on a conjured table. A detailed map of London was revealed.
Bringing out his wand, the Dark Lord waved it in a circular motion above the parchment, creating runes and muttering a string of words in Latin.
The map glowed briefly as purple dots began to appear while a ring of yellow line circled the entire map. The dots represented wizards and witches that were scattered all over in London, a cluster of them was in Diagon Alley.
The Dark Lord watched as a purple speck moved further away from the cluster, followed closely by ten others. His eyes surveyed the entire map while his analytical mind processed the best getaway for the boy. Coming up with several ways, Voldemort focused back on hia Heir.
"You're being followed by two teams of Unspeakables and there're wards surrounding London. Either you have to destroy the wards' anchor or bypass London's border."
"Great, where's a broom when you need one? Are there any other ways?"
"Don't turn left, it's a dead end."
-x-x-
Harry intelligently replied, "Huh?"
He was a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron, running pass a row of shops, evading passersby when he saw an alley further ahead. He just made his turn when his mind registered what Voldemort said. Cursing, he backtracked and continued heading straight.
The street's name barely noticed by him as he concentrated on getting away from the Unspeakables and sidestepping ignorant Muggles who were blocking the way. He could feel his pursuers getting closer. Their magic pulsating behind him.
"There's a junction in front of you and turn right. After you passed five blocks, turn left. Then, head for the roof of the tallest building. Send me a signal when you have arrived."
"Okay," said Harry as he put in an extra burst of speed, crossing the road. It didn't even cross his mind to question the peculiarity of the order.
There was silence for a moment before Voldemort asked, "Did you used any magic in Diagon Alley?"
"Yes, a few shrinking charms. Why?"
"The Unspeakables have an item they used to track wizards by trapping their magic in a container and tracing them when they're being used. Among your pursuers, there will be a person holding a rod. It's a crystal cylinder about a foot long. Destroy it before sending me the signal," commanded the Dark Lord.
"Yes, sir," he said, leaving the link open and focused back to his surroundings.
Harry was irritated. These Unspeakables were making his life troublesome. He racked his brain for a way to handle them and the blasted rod. He can either take them down one by one or face them all at once. If he had to take them one at a time, he can't use any magic or they'll pinpoint his location but facing a team of Unspeakables would be suicidal. They're deadly – but nothing he couldn't handle, he hoped.
He reached the fifth block and turned left. There, just a distance away stood a magnificent white building. Harry stopped for a moment, taking a few precious seconds to look over the building. It was tall about thirty floors and –
Something passed inches from the left of his face, ruffling his hair. Harry eyes widen, he didn't expect they would shoot spells in broad daylight and in front of Muggles! He frowned and headed towards the building. 'Are they that desperate to capture me?'
The lobby was half-filled with Muggles. His rushed entrance caused him to be the focus of their eyes. His clothing attracted more attention. Plain black robes – he didn't have the time to put some Glamour on his clothes.
Harry ignored the looks and searched the area for a door. A door he knew that every tall building possessed. His eyes caught sight of the exit door and lifts. He hesitated. Lifts or stairs? An image of the lift free-falling and crashed bringing him to his death appeared in his mind. He shuddered. 'Definitely the stairs.'
-x-x-
'ty-four...twenty-five...twenty-six...twenty-' Harry counted in his head as he panted. Running up the stairs was a really bad idea. Next time, he'll take the lift. Consequences be damned.
He burst through the roof door and whipped his wand. Waving some complicated hand movements and muttering under his breath. The door glowed blue before returning back to normal.
'There. That should keep them away for a few minutes,' he thought, catching up with his much needed breath. Meanwhile, he channeled magic into his eyes and looked around the rooftop. Initially, nothing abnormal came into focus, no magical colours registered. The world was just a dull grey. Then, he realized the black shape in the middle of the roof was not normal. It was anything but normal.
The door rattled and glowed different colour. They've arrived.
Harry moved closer towards the center of the roof. He didn't recognize some of the runes at all but he could definitely tell it was made by Voldemort. They reeked of the Dark Lord's magic.
Turning back, the Prince faced the door and braced himself.
'Destroy the rod and get the hell out of here,' he thought. If his assumptions were correct, then only five Unspeakables will follow him to the roof. The other five will secure the parameters, making sure he didn't run away through other methods.
The door blasted open and grey robes wizard poured in. Harry inwardly smirked. His assumption was correct. Now, five people he can handle.
The Unspeakables formed a semi circle in front of him. Harry scanned them and his eyes found his magic. The second from his left were holding his magic and made a mental note on the wizard. Cutting off the magic flow to his eyes, Harry made a swift check on his opponents.
Four of the Unspeakables in front of him wore dark grey cloaks, but the middle one was black. Harry frowned. He knew the Unspeakables hierarchy depended on the colour of their robes. Basically, all of them wore grey cloak, but the darker the shade of gray, the higher you're in the line of command. That meant black was the highest and the one holding his magic had the darkest gray.
'I'm screwed,' Harry thought and raised his wand, his left hand holding his favourite dagger.
The black one took a step forward and said, "Surrender."
Harry detected the anger underneath the simple word. 'Why is he so angry? There's too much anger in one word. He shouldn't have been this mad unless...there's a personal reason. But I didn't do anything towards him. Heck, I've never met any outside wizards until today,' Harry thought, bewildered.
"Surrender and we will not harm you."
The warning was clear in the voice. Surrender now or else there will be consequences.
The Prince's face hardened. No one threatened him, no one.
-x-x-
The black cloaked figure watched the thief in front him. He was just a boy, a teenager. Too young to be involved with a Dark Lord. His brown hair was messy and blue eyes glittered with determination. The figure knew the boy was wearing Glamour so the face was not real.
He wondered how much of the boy was real and remembered the teen's magic that was similar to the Potters. Anger roused again and he growled, "Surrender."
The boy emotionless mask remains the same but there was a strange flash in his eyes for a moment. His stance did not change though.
Angered by the boy's indifference, he said again, "Surrender and we will not harm you." Much.
He watched as the face in front of him hardened and he tensed. It didn't take much to guess the teen's next move. Teenagers are so easy to anger. He was right. Not a second later, a jet of blue light streaked towards him.
-x-x-
Voldemort ignored the link though he kept it open. Protruding a dagger hidden in the folds of his robes, he walked towards the centre of the Throne Room. Drops of blood spilled onto the floor as he slashed his right palm.
A circle of runes appeared and glowed blue. It consists of layers of runes that originated from the centre. It was one of his inventions which took months to create. He channelled some of his magic to his hand and the gash slowly healed itself. Content on watching his hand mend itself, the Dark Lord stood outside the circle and waited.
-x-x-
Harry narrowly avoided the jet of pale pink light that was aimed at this head only to receive a kick at the stomach. Damn. He didn't wear his armour today and his stomach took the full brunt of the Unspeakables' boot. He flipped backwards and landed gracefully on his feet, half crouched.
'They're serious,' Harry thought. He had underestimated the hooded Ministry workers in front of him.
'That's it, no more playing.' He shifted his stance, eyes narrowed.
'This needed to end.' He lifted his wand and tightened the grip on his dagger.
' Now.' He slashed his wand downwards, 'Desumo.'
Electric flew from the tip of his wand and snaked out towards his opponents.
-x-x-
10 minutes later...
With a triumphant smirk, Harry blasted the rod with a well aimed Reducto Curse. Drawing all eyes, the crystal shattered into pieces, wisps of silver smoke – his magic, evaporated into the air.
"No!"
Harry didn't stop to check who shouted, he slipped pass through the dumbstruck Unspeakables. A spell was coming his way and swiftly he deflected it, causing the spell to hit the owner instead.
'Now!' He sent a mental shout to Voldemort.
The runes he was standing on glow and he disappeared with a flash.
-x-x-
Voldemort was wondering what was taking the boy so long and why he, a Dark Lord, was waiting on a mere boy. He accented that he was intrigued about the teen, a dimension traveller and a powerful wizard. He proved to be a valuable tool for him in this war. Voldemort smirked. 'A worthwhile asset indeed.'But that did not excuse as to why he was growing atta-
"Now!" The boy's voice echoed in his mind.
"Activate," he hissed.
In a flash the boy was standing in front of him.
"Well?" He asked, rising an eyebrow elegantly.
"Success." The brat grinned.
End of Chapter 7
A/N: This chapter was not proofread yet so... if there are any mistakes, I apologize for them. I promised myself this chapter wont be a long wait. So, yeah...I tried my best and please review. :)