Disclaimer: - I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. Anything you recognise is hers; everything else is purely my imagination-running wild…..
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At that moment Dumbledore felt something in the air, there was a charged feeling, a feeling of dread, a feeling of hopefulness. It felt like………..,
"Harry, what have you done?"
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Harry woke up sprawled in his sitting room, surrounded by various objects that once covered the shelves and cupboards the sitting room, it looked like a mini whirlwind had entered the room and destroyed everything in it's path.
'What am I doing on the floor?' went through Harry's mind as his slowly raised himself up from the floor, stumbling over to his chair.
Harry sat down, in the now three legged chair, trying to remember what had occurred, pain, intense pain throughout his entire body, the feeling of euphoria filling his entire being, loss of consciousness , blank, black……
Harry sat in his chair thinking about what had occurred, finally grasping at his edge of recollection,
"Bloody Dumbledore! He placed blocks on my mind", he said aloud
Harry stood up abruptly and stumbled forward, catching himself on the edge of the table, his head felt like a fog bank had been lifted. He slowly shook his head trying to clear the remaining drowsiness from his mind.
Slowly walking towards the kitchen to get a drink of water, he didn't know how much time had past but he felt extremely thirsty.
'I must have been out for sometime' he thought to himself.
Returning to the sitting room, with the drink in his hand, Harry surveyed the damage to the room. Things were everywhere, chairs were broken, the table was only just standing but appeared to have nearly been spilt in two along the table top, the carpets looked like a there was soot all over them. Books and crockery littered the entire floor, the only space where there didn't appear to be anything was the body shaped outline that was lying on the floor in front of his chair.
'That must be me' he thought smiling to himself, looking at the human shaped outline on the floor.
Harry looking around at the devastation decided to tidy up, raising his wand Harry cast a few spells and the broken crockery flew together and then returned to the shelves, the chairs fixed themselves and stood upright against the table as it was being repaired, the floor cleared itself on debris and the soot cleared from the floor.
"Wow! I wasn't that to happen" Harry said aloud looking around, "I was only thinking about fixing the broken items".
Walking through the newly arranged sitting room, Harry sat down in his favourite chair and thought about what Dumbledore had done to him, not informing his about his parents vaults, his parents will, his inheritance, leaving him with the Dursleys, keeping things from him.
As Harry slowly went through, what appeared to be an endless lists of mistreatments, his suspicion of Dumbledore grew
'What else is he not telling me? What else is he keeping from me, I only thought that I had to face Voldemort not both of them? Why me' Was the thoughts running through Harry's head.
Deciding that thinking of the past would not get him anywhere and moping in his own self pity would not achieve anything positive, Harry settled for getting even. He would show the wizarding world, Voldemort and Dumbledore that he would control his own destiny and not be controlled via manipulation, threats, praise or any other method that could be employed. Harry's resolve was set he would show them all.
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Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore slowly lowered himself into his seat behind his desk, looking at the order members, their conversation low, their eyes looking frequently to Dumbledore searching for answers to questions that they didn't know they wanted.
Releasing the silence, "I have called you here to once again to discuss Harry Potter, a little while ago I felt a power manifest itself, it felt full of hope full and at the same time of despair" he paused looking at the members sitting in his magically expanded office.
"Severus do you know what Voldemort" most of the occupants gasped "is planning?" he looked at Snape.
Severus Snape sat at the edge of the office, looking up at the headmaster "No, although he is aware that Potter is missing and that it was him is removed his deatheaters from Diagon Alley."
Everyone listened to this commentary letting his words settle before breaking out into heated conversations, mainly centering on finding Harry.
"Molly have your children heard anything from Harry since the last letters that he sent?" Dumbledore asked Mrs. Weasley.
"No Albus, they haven't heard anything at all, I very worried about the poor boy, he should be where he has love and a family" Molly stated.
The conversation within the office continued, discussing Voldemort's latest attacks, the whereabouts of Harry Potter and what the future would bring.
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Black Cottage.
Harry had finally finished moping around feeling sorry for himself and had thrown himself into studying the dark arts. Not defence the dark art but The Dark Arts.
Harry continued to read the black books and carried out ritual after ritual, only stopping when even his own 'line drawn in the sand' would be crossed. Throughout his endeavours Harry had improved his eye sight, increased his body and muscle mass, improved his strength and speed. The blocks once removed from his magical core seemed to give him renewed confidence and agility.
The ability to cast ever increasing spells with speed became second nature and instead of attempting seven and eight times to get a spell correct he could cast them either first time or second time at most.
Hedwig was in constant use, flying back and forth from the Cottage to Diagon Alley and others, bringing Harry new books, potions and other items that would help him improve.
Hedwig did like her masters course of action but after her master had pleaded with her that he was doing the right thing she relented and ferried all of his requested items.
Harry was standing in the grounds of his cottage casting spell after spell at ever moving targets that he had conjured, his accuracy and speed were unbelievable and his ability to move appeared to be second nature, leaping, jumping, crouching, ducking as each object flew past him. It had taken a few weeks to get this good, but Harry was uncertain about real life – he didn't have anything to practice against.
Taking the plunge Harry spoke to Hedwig, "Hedwig, I need you to one more thing for me" Harry looked at his owl
"Can you take this note to Madam Malkin's and wait for this item". His snowy owl regarded him, yellow eyes blinking.
"It's nothing bad, it just a hooded cloak with an obscuring charm on the hood so people won't see my face when I go out" Harry explained to Hedwig.
Hedwig took the note from her master and flew office into the sky, heading in the direction of London. Harry sat back on the ground and looked up into the sky following her ever decreasing form until he could no longer she her.
Harry got up and returned to the cottage, wiping the sweat from his brow and the hair from his eyes. Harry was in the mood to talk to people and to have them talk to him, surrounded by his own company was okay for a little while but even he need company and although Hedwig was good company she couldn't talk back.
The start of Hogwarts was still a few weeks away and Harry would have to get his OWL results, how he didn't know at this stage, but he was certain that he had passed most of the exams and the ones that he may have passed like potions he wasn't going to take anyway.
'Right tomorrow, I will venture into the wizarding world and see what has changed' he thought to himself.
Hedwig returned later that night dropping the cloak off with Harry before settling down to a well-deserved rest.
In the morning Harry picked up the cloak and tried it on, the cloak covered him from head to toe and with the hood pulled up made him look like a 'grim reaper', laughing Harry cast a 'chameleon' charm on his face. If someone pulled his hood off then they wouldn't see his face they would only see what was behind him, his face would blend into the background.
Picking up a tea bag, Harry pointed his wand and muttered 'Portus' turning the once tea bag into a portkey that would take him straight to the apparation point in Diagon Alley.
'Need to learn how to apparate' he thought.
Touching his wand to the tea bag Harry felt the familiar pull through his navel and he felt himself constrict as he was thrust through the atmosphere appearing in Diagon Alley a moment later. Looking around, he saw people going about their everyday business, bustling to and fro, moving from shop to shop.
Harry suddenly aware that he was attracting attention moved off and headed towards Gringotts, entering the building Harry could feel the wards and noticed that there were quite a few charms that would trap anyone with ill intensions towards the goblins.
Harry marched up to the first teller and waited,
"What can I do for you?" was the sharp question.
"I wish to visit my vault" came Harry's reply, the cloak still covering him from head to toe.
"And what vault do you wish to visit?"
"The Potter Vault" Harry said quietly, trying not to be overheard. He didn't want his first venture into Diagon Alley to be found out. Harry handed over his key and waited.
"Please come with me" the goblin said after a small pause.
Harry was lead behind the counters and towards a small office.
"Griphook, it is nice to see you again" said Harry as he entered the office, lowering his hood.
"Mr. Potter, I did not expect to see you again so soon" Griphook replied, without hesitation he continued "You should be aware that I am to report your whereabouts to Headmaster Dumbledore if you turn up in this bank" he informed Harry.
"Then it is good that I am not here – isn't it" came Harry's curt reply. Harry didn't bother to hid the irritation in his voice.
"Yes, it is Mr. Potter" Griphook, smile a rather unnerving smile, rows of teeth being displayed as he smiled.
Harry didn't wait before asking his next question, "Griphook, as you did me a service when we met a few weeks ago I have another service that you may be able to help me with, I will pay handsomely for this information"
Griphook smiled increased, if that was possible. "What service can we provide you with?" he asked.
Harry smiled, one that nearly matched Griphook's.
"I wish for you to first purchase the controlling options on a muggle company called 'Grunnings Drills'. I then wish for one of the directors to be removed, if this is not acceptable to them then you are to close the company immediately" Harry continued to smile.
"The director in question is one Vernon Dursley"
Harry paused making sure that Griphook understood what he required.
"I then wish for you to purchase the mortgage of number 4 Privet Drive and place the deeds in my vault" Harry smile now matched that of Griphook's.
Harry could only think about taking revenge on his so-called family, this would be the start of getting even.
"I believe that you may take five percent of the total purchase price as commission" Harry said to Griphook "Is this acceptable?"
"It is Mr. Potter, it is" replied Griphook. "I shall inform you of when this is complete"
"Please call me Harry" Harry said, "If possible I would like to see my vault now"
Harry returned from his vault and exited out of the front doors, his cloak and hood pulled up, making sure that he had reapplied his 'chameleon' charm back on his face. Harry wandered out into the Alley and turned to get some owl treats for Hedwig. Harry had a few purchases to make today, nothing big but things that he didn't want to let Hedwig do.
Entering the Owl Emporium Harry ordered owl treats and a perch, he passed by the snakes only to hear them complaining about being stuck in glass cages. Although Harry could understand snakes he certainly didn't want one, even if he could talk it, they only spoke about food and mates, 'not the sort of conversation that I'm looking for' he thought.
Harry continued shopping entering Flourish and Blott's was his penultimate stop. Walking over to the counter "Can you please arrange for someone to get me the sixth year books for Hogwarts, all part from potions" Harry said to the clerk at the desk.
The clerk behind the desk looked up and flinched, "Who are you?" he asked, his voice quivering.
"I'm Har…..a student who will be attending Hogwarts, year six" Harry replied, he'd forgotten that his still had on his cloak with the obscuring charm on it, it must have made him look like a deatheater.
"It will take about ten minutes to have all of your books ready, will you wait?" the clerk said, still not sure of the man in front of him.
"I will wait, if that is okay" Harry didn't want to leave and return, he still had one last stop to make and didn't want to have to return to the alley to collect his books.
The clerk made his way from behind the counter and entered to the main part of the shop, disappearing behind some shelves. Harry continued to wait fifteen minutes had passed and Harry was becoming annoyed, what was taking so long?
Suddenly the man appeared and placed all of the books on the counter, placing them an orderly fashion, DADA, charms, conjuring, runes, arithmancy, herbology, the clerk quickly added up the purchases. Harry noticed that the man was perspiring and looking extremely nervous.
"Is there something the matter?" Harry asked looking at the man. The clerk continued to look nervous, looking out of the window of the shop.
"No….no nothing sir, that will be three hundred and ninety galleons" the clerk said. Harry paid the man, placing all of the books were in his bottomless bag. Harry quickly left the shop and glanced about the Alley, nothing appeared to be out of place.
Turning Harry entered Knockturn Alley, he didn't look out of place with his cloak and hood up, He flared his aura slightly and made sure that no one would interrupt his passage down the Alley. Entering the last shop his strode up to the counter.
"You sell the animagus potion" Harry stated, it wasn't exactly a question and they way Harry said it implied that he didn't want a refusal.
"And if I did – what is it to you?" the old woman said from behind the counter
"I wish to purchase it, state your price" Harry didn't want to be refused, but to show fear in this Alley would lead others to think that he was a light touch.
"You know that it take three months to brew and is controlled by the Ministry" the old woman continued, "How do I know that you don't work for the ministry?"
Harry had thought about this, throwing one thousand galleons down on the counter Harry replied "Would the ministry pay for something that they alone control?" Harry smiled, although it couldn't be seem inside his hood.
"Do you wish to sell or not – make up your mind quickly or I'll find another that does"
The old woman rose from her stool and walked into the back of the shop, returning quickly she placed a smoking crucible on the counter top.
Harry looked at the potion and placing a containment charm on the crucible placed it in his bag.
"It will be good for a further three months" the old woman stated placing the galleons under the counter.
Harry left the shop and walked about the Diagon Alley, Harry had noticed that the Aurors were looking for him in connection with his earlier attack on the deatheaters when he was last here and he had had enough on conversations with shop keepers to last a life time.
Walking to the apparation point Harry heard small pops, looking around he saw ten Aurors had just apparated into the Alley, they seemed to be taking up positions around him, slowing Harry turned and faced the nearest one.
"Lower you hood!" who Harry assumed to be the lead Auror stated, his wand raised in a strike position.
Harry noticed that the other Aurors had slowly circled around him and could see that the general populous were backing away from the inevitable confrontation.
"Why?" was all Harry said.
"Do not question me" yelled the Auror, "Just do it"
Harry felt the hairs on his neck rise, he had just been spoken to like his uncle, Vernon Dursley used to speak to him, like a dog expecting to be obeyed without question.
"And what if I refuse?" Harry taunted back "I have done nothing wrong, nothing at all"
Harry's voice did not sound like a sixteen year olds, there was one thing to be said for carry out the rituals that he had carried out, when screaming yourself hoarse, your voice either gave up and disappeared or your voice dropped. Harry's voice had dropped.
None of the Aurors had expected that, they were here in numbers and this was one man standing before them. The lead Auror was expecting this to be an easy exercise, the clerk at the book store had informed them of a suspect wizard, one that wouldn't allow his face to be seen, this could only be a wanted deatheater.
Not want to prolong this any longer than necessary and attracting a crowd of people was not what the Aurors had wanted. The lead Auror cast the first spell.
"Expelliarmus"
The other's surrounding Harry quickly followed,
"Stupefy"
"Petrificus Totalus"
"Petrificus"
Harry saw the change of stance the Auror took, the slight change in his facial expression, the twitch on his wand hand, all before he cast the first spell. Harry surveyed the other Auror's, all pointing their wands at him. Judging from this potential confrontation it was unlikely that they would throw anything more than disarming spells at him.
Twisting out of the way of the first four spells, Harry leaped into the air, the spells crashing through where he had been seconds earlier. Twisting in mid air Harry raised his wand and cast spell after spell. These were designed to merely knock out the Aurors and keep them knocked out while Harry was around.
Landing lightly to the side of one of the fallen Aurors, he quickly side stepped another curse as it came hurtling towards him. Transfiguring small stones on the floor into reflective mirrors Harry placed the mirrors in the way of the spells, the spells returned to their senders making them jump out of the way of their own spells. Throwing a shield around himself, Harry advanced on the lead Auror, casually batting away most of the non lethal spells heading in his direction, jumping out of the way of some of the nastier ones.
'Looks like they are getting desperate' Harry thought as he avoided the lung-expelling hex.
Quickly rounding on the lead Auror, Harry slammed his foot into the Aurors knee and heard it break.
"I did ask you why I had to remove my cloak and hood, but you attacked me first, remember that!" Harry enforced this with a binding charm that completely bound the man from head to toe whilst keeping him conscious.
Harry continued to remove the Aurors from attacking him, when he heard additional pops 'sending reinforcements' thought Harry 'have to get away from here soon'
Turning around to face this new threat Harry was surprised to see members of the Order appearing.
'Not good, not good' Harry silently mumbled
Harry momentarily distracted was hit from behind by three spells that splashed harmless against his shield, turning round he fired back at the Aurors disarming them and binding them on the floor, his aura starting to flare as his upped his power to compensate for the combined attacks. Harry leaped to the side rolling on the floor coming up to stand, one knee on the floor his wand raised in front of him and looking at the order members, his cloak billowing as it came to rest about his frame.
He could see that Dumbledore, Moody, Tonks and others fanning out to circle him.
"Lower your wand" said Dumbledore, "you can not win this fight" staring at Harry, although Dumbledore did not know that it was Harry under the cloak.
"I don't think so" Harry stated, his eyes darting left and right, marking the order members locations.
"I did nothing wrong and I was attacked without provocation" Harry continued.
Harry used his free hand to sweep his cloak free from his legs, ensuring that they would be free when he had to move.
Dumbledore looked at the wizard, trying to make out his features, he could see through the obscuring charm but couldn't see past the 'chameleon' charm, that Harry had also used. The young man looked ready to fight and this could cause problems. Dumbledore could see that the wizard in front of him was tall, and well built, he had not used any of the unforgivables and had completed disseminated the Ministry Aurors.
"I would advise that you lower your wand" Dumbledore continued.
Harry slowly stood, his wand held ready in front of him, sweeping his cloak away from his legs, Harry cast another shield around himself. He could sense that Moody was getting ready to attack and decided that he would be first. Throwing caution to the wind Harry rolled to the left and stood in front of Moody, sweeping his leg in an arc he knocked Moody's wooden leg from beneath him, banishing it away.
Moody taken aware dropped like a stone and fell backwards, after Harry had given him a shove with his free hand.
Turning round Harry saw Dumbledore throw a spell at him. Ducking and rolling Harry extended his wand and cast a shield, the spell reached Harry shield and a bright flash of light erupted where the impact had taken place.
Quickly moving away from the impact zone, Harry began to battle with Dumbledore, spells flew thick and fast. Harry knew that this was a fight that he could not win, he may have increased his speed and ability but not to the extent that he could win against Dumbledore, just yet.
Not wanting to back down Harry proceeded to take the fight to Dumbledore, the air became charged with magical energy and the aura's of both men flaring. The only thing keeping Harry out of trouble at the moment was his speed and ability to sense the spells leaving Dumbledore's wand.
Moody and Tonks looked on in awe, they hadn't seen Dumbledore in a fight like this and even this was impressive, the speed of the spells issuing from both men was unbelievable, not only was simple spells being cast but both men was transfiguring items at each other as well. The others who arrived with Dumbledore had backed away they could feel the energy in the air and didn't want to interrupt, one misplaced spell could cause not only injury to the wizard fighting Dumbledore but to Dumbledore himself.
Sensing that his time to remove himself was approaching, Harry took a chance and changed the direction of his spells, his shot a 'Reducto' at the floor in front of Dumbledore causing a shower of sharp stone fragments to be blown into the air in front of Dumbledore.
Surprised by this attack Professor Dumbledore raised his hands to protect his face giving Harry time to leap towards to The Leaky Cauldron,
"We will meet again old man!" shouted Harry as he forced his way through the door of the public house, scattering people as he went. Harry ran through the pub and out of the muggle entrance. Quickly grabbing his tea bag Harry tapped it with his wand and disappeared from sight.
Tonks and the other members of the Order quickly turned towards Dumbledore, as the wizard Dumbledore was fighting disappeared into The Leaky Cauldron,
"After him" shouted Dumbledore as he wiped the blood from his face, caused by the stone fragments.
Tonks and the others entered the Cauldron at a run, only to have wizards stopping them saying that they had chased after the wizard and saw him disappear in full view of a couple of muggles.
After removing the curses from the Ministry Aurors, Dumbledore and the members of the Order returned to Hogwarts.
"Who was he?" Snape asked, once he had heard the entire story.
"I don't know" Professor Dumbledore answered, he was drinking a healing draught and the small wounds could be seen disappearing as he spoke.
"He was extremely powerful, nearly as powerful as I" Dumbledore continued, "however there was something familiar about him" he mused.
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Black Cottage.
Harry arrived back in a heap on the floor.
"Bloody portkeys" he muttered lifting himself off the floor.
"Great!, Go to Diagon Alley, battle Aurors and bloody Dumbledore in my first venture out in weeks" he shouted at the sky. "What else can go wrong?"
Harry entered the cottage and sat down at the kitchen table.
'Still not bad… to hold Dumbledore to a standstill and leave' Harry thought, 'those rituals must have paid off'
Emptying his bottomless bag out on the table Harry removed the Hedwig's perch from it shrinking charm and placed it in the sitting room. Once that was completed Harry moved toward the stairs and made his way to his bed.
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Hogwarts.
"Albus, do you think another player has entered the arena?" Snape asked…….
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