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Bold type is used for song lyrics.
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Harry arrived silently, on the street in front of number twelve Grimmauld Place, and looked around. There were no Order members anywhere to be seen. He then Jumped onto the roof of the house next to number twelve, he could clearly see into the drawing room, through the window. Ron and Hermione were just leaving, he waited a few minutes to be sure that they weren't coming back, then Jumped across into the drawing room, with his back pressed against the wall next to the door. He conjured a small mirror, and used it to look around the corner, the hall was clear. I have to figure out a heat vision charm for my goggles, this would be so much easier, he thought quickly, before walking down the hall towards the stairs. He couldn't remember where the creaking steps were, so he Jumped the flight of stairs, he was about to continue, when he heard footsteps. He quickly opened the nearest door, a broom cupboard, and ducked inside, closing the door nearly the whole way
"Ron!" It had to be Hermione's voice.
"Come on 'mione, we won't be caught," that was definitely Ron.
"Ginny caught us last time… Don't look at me like that… Oh, fine," Hermione said, as the footsteps stopped.
The cupboard door was flung open, and Ron and Hermione rushed in, madly snogging. Harry had a split second to react, and Jumped out of the cupboard, to the other side of the open door, unseen. 'Bout time! Ginny owes me a Galleon, Harry thought, continuing with a smile on his face, I hope she's all right. Harry looked up, and to the left, he could see the door to Sirius's room on the floo above, They probably put my stuff in there. When he was sure no one was up there, he Jumped to directly in front of the door. He opened it slowly, and when he saw that there was no one in there, quickly entered, hearing a commotion down in the kitchen.
His trunk was in the center of the room, his Firebolt resting across the top. He cast a silencing ward on the room, Thank you, Flitwick, and opened the lid; the creak that it caused would surely have drawn too much attention to himself otherwise. Everything was there, all of his worldly possessions, from the since he found out he was a wizard. Harry lifted it, and his broom, and Jumped the lot back to the lair.
"Oy, that was quick," Griffin said. "PS3 works now, want to have a go at Soul Caliber?"
"I can't, something's happening back there. Order members were arriving as I left," Harry said, looking around for something. "Where's your AR-15? Oh, there," Harry ran over to Griffin's bed, grabbed the rifle, and waved his hand over it a few times.
"What are you doing?"
"Here," Harry threw him the rifle, "I put some charms on it, you won't run out of rounds, it can't break, or be summoned, and it's self maintaining. I have to find out what's happening, you arm up, make sure to use that rifle, and I'll come get you if I find out anything." Harry Jumped back to Sirius's old room.
Thinking quickly, he conjured an identical trunk to his own, which he filled with conjured stones for weight, and then conjured a non-working double of his Firebolt. He then racked his mind to remember the voice changing charm Fred and George had used on Marietta after she betrayed them last year. Right, 'torque vocis' that was it, "Testing, Snape's a greasy git. Testing." When he was satisfied with the level of deepness, and distortion, he Jumped again.
He exited his Jump in front of the kitchen door. He shook his head to get his fringe to cover his scar, pulled his hood up better, and opened the door. He was able to blend with the crowd, who were looking expectantly at the fire place, and made his way to the center of the group, hoping that it would hide him better.
The first one to exit the floo was Moody, followed by Dumbledore. Moody seemed to be scanning the upper levels of the house first and had not yet checked the room.
"Ah, excellent, you're all here. We have an urgent situation. I was informed of an attack that is planned on Diagon Ally at around noon, during the Potter day cella…" Dumbledore began explaining, only to be cut off by a powerful deep voice.
"Oh, come on! There's a Potter day now?" Harry couldn't help but be aggravated. I guess they know there not alone here now. At least the voice sounded good.
"Finally, one of you agrees with me. He's still attention seeking from beyond the grave," Snape said, almost gleeful at the prospect of having someone to Potter bash with.
"I never said I had anything against Potter. I have a lot of respect for him," Harry said, noticing Moody's magic eye snap to him. "Anyone who knew Potter, knew how much he hated the spot li…" Harry noticed the spell coming at him, a bone shattering curse if he was correct, and pure instinct kicked in. Harry raised his right hand, and caught the curse, everyone gasped in shock, Whoa, that's new. "That was extremely stupid of you Moody. If I had dodged that, instead of caught it, you might have hit one of your own," Harry threw the curse at the wall, leaving a slight crater and scorch mark behind. "And a potentially lethal bone shattering curse? I expected better from you."
"Who the hell are you?" The battle scarred ex-Auror demanded. "I can't see you clearly through your aura. What are you hiding?"
Harry was going to have a bit of fun, "What am I hiding? I thought that was obvious… my identity, and because of that, I can't exactly tell you who I am." Yea, Griffin has definitely rubbed off on me, Harry thought. It was usually Griffin who did the talking when they went Paladin hunting.
"Would you mind telling us what you are doing here, and how you got into the most secure place in England?" Dumbledore, ever the calm one, asked.
"I am here to find out about the attack. As for how I got in? Wards can't hold me," Harry then Jumped about ten times in rapid succession, once to each corner, a few times to random spots, then right in front of Moody, and ending back where he started.
"How did you catch the spell, and how did you Apparate that many times in such rapid succession?" Dumbledore asked, genuinely curious.
"I can't tell you how I caught the spell," Harry stated, conjuring and opening a red bull. Taking a sip of his red bull, he continued, "That wasn't Apparition. It was Jumping, and it is not magic, it's a genetic thing. I'm the only Jumper who isn't a muggle. It works by tarring a hole in the dimension, where as Apparition works by turning you into pure magic, and sending you through the air at tremendous speed. That's why Apparition can be uncomfortable, or even painful. Jumping has no limits, not distance, not wards, and not frequency."
"How do we know you're on our side?" Hestia yelled.
Harry looked in her direction, and noticed that Tonks was staring at him, She must like my hair. "You don't, but I've been told that actions speak louder than words," He replied, quite a few people seemed satisfied with that answer.
"You are, by far the most powerful wizard I have ever met, more so than even myself, I can feel it coming off of you in waves, and your display of wandless magic was impressive. Do you ever use a wand?" Dumbledore asked.
"It got shot when I was in Chechnya, nearly killed my brother in the process."
"Will you join the Order of the Phoenix?" Dumbledore looked rather hopeful, yet confident that he would accept the offer.
"No, I won't. Now, if the twenty questions is over, I need you to answer a few of my own," Harry said, grinning at his own confidence. A couple months back, he would never have been able to act this way, and talk in front of so many people, so calmly. At Dumbledore's nod, he asked, "How many Death Eaters? Where in the ally will it be centered? And will Voldemort be there?" The whole room seemed to gasp and shudder. And this is supposed to be the first line of defense, Harry thought, slowly shaking his head in disappointment.
Seeing this, Dumbledore let out a sigh, and answered, "At least fifty, I do not know where it will center, and I could not get confirmation on whether or not he will be there."
"Right," Harry pulled out his iPod to check the time, "It's eleven fourteen, I have to go get my brother. You lot should get to your positions," Harry turned on the spot and started for the door.
Right as he opened the door, Dumbledore asked, "What can we call you?"
Harry grinned, and as he pushed the door open, answered without even looking back, "When the dust settles, we shall see." I don't even get it; I hope it was cryptic enough to confuse them as much as it confused me. As he stepped through the door, he saw his friends, huddled around a string hanging from the floor above, starring at him wide eyed. Damn, Ginny's beautiful, and that black streak is great,
we sort of match now. He snapped his fingers, and there was a rose in front of Ginny. He immediately Jumped away to the lair.
"How… he really doesn't use a wand!" Hermione exclaimed in shock.
"I don't like him. He can't be trusted," Ron said, looking at the rose with disgust.
"You just don't like that he gave Ginny a flower," Hermione stated.
"Yea, well… He's too old for her!"
"How do you know? He could be our age for all we know!"
"There is no way someone that powerful, can be our age! He's probably twenty five, or something!"
"You don't need to worry, Ron. He has no chance, I still love Harry," Ginny said, trying to figure out what it was that was so familiar about that wizard, and why, when she was sure she had never met him before.
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"Griff, come on. No, don't take the flame thrower, too much chance for casualties," Harry said. He arrived back at the lair a few minutes back, and was now waiting for Griffin to get the last of his stuff. "If you need it, just Jump back here and get it."
"Right," Griffin took the flame thrower off, and replaced it with his AR-15. "Hang on, you should you should probably do the same stuff to your goggles, that you did to my rifle. You don't want someone magic'n 'em off."
"Good idea," he passed his hand in front of his face, adding the charms. "Ok, remember when we went to tell the lead goblin, Garnil, that I was not dead?" He waited for Griffin to nod, "Jump to the roof of the building opposite Gringotts, I'll be on top of Gringotts."
"Yea, right," Griffin was about to Jump, when he stopped and turned to Harry. "I suppose the goblin word then, no one from the Order know that you're alive?"
"Yea he kept his word, no one knows, and there hasn't been a will reading," with that said, they both Jumped away without another word.
Both Harry and Griffin appeared in front of Gringotts, about five feet apart, startling a few people, most of them had never seen anyone dressed like that, or carrying so many strange metal things on their backs. Harry looked up at the roof of the bank, and then he was there.
Looking down at his iPod, he saw that it was eleven forty five; he looked across the street and saw Griffin folding out the bi-pod on his AR-15. Harry pulled his MP7A1 out, screwed on the silencer, extended the stock, lowered the fore grip, turned on the reflex sight, and crouched by the short wall at
the edge, scanning the rooftops for Death Eaters. Looking down at the street, he saw that the crowd had gotten quite large, and the Minister had arrived. What, Fudge hasn't been sacked yet? Maybe we'll get lucky, and he'll be killed in the crossfire, Harry thought with a smirk.
At five minutes to twelve, Harry noticed movement on top of the building to the left of Griffins. Upon closer inspection, he saw two masked Death Eaters, holding vials of murky blue liquid. He steadied his arm on the wall, and took careful aim. Griffin had drilled into him the importance of making your first shot count, and he was not about to forget that lesson now. He had to carefully control his breathing; he took a deep breath, held it for a second, and let it out slowly. As he was breathing out, he took his first shot, nailing the one on the right between the eyes, leaving a small, neat hole in his mask. The second Death Eater hardly had time to turn his head, before Harry's shot hit him in the eye, falling to the ground a split second later, the vials clattering harmlessly on the ground. Harry finished his slow breath, and checked Griffin's rooftop, there was a death Eater sneaking up behind him. Before Harry could get a shot off, Griffin pulled his boot knife, Jumped behind the Death Eater, and in a neat and quick motion, slit his throat. Oh shit, if there was one there, there might be one here!
Harry spun around, checking for any sign of the enemy, swing his gun along, only to see, "Remus, what are you doing here? I almost shot you!" Not waiting for an answer, Harry continued, his altered voice still sounding strange to his ears, "Did you find any Death Eaters on your way up?"
"Well, I'm glad you didn't, and yes, I stunned two Death Eaters on my way up," Remus answered, confused about the being shot part. "How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot of things, but that's not important now," Harry checked the time, "there are only two minutes till noon." Harry went back to checking the roof tops, and side alleys. Griffin had taken out five more of them.
"Over there," Remus pointed to a dark ally, readying his wand.
"No! You'll give us away, and cause panic," Harry replied, lining up the shot, and taking a deep breath.
"How will we disable him from up here, then?"
"We don't," Harry released the breath, slowly squeezing the trigger. With a small, quiet, pop, the man slumped into a pile of trash, dead. "We kill him," Harry said. He quickly checked the area again, and saw three more, down the street, above Ollivander's. He lined sighted in on the one in the rear, out of sight from the other two.
"No!" Remus pushed the gun barrel down. "We don't kill; we shouldn't sink to their level!"
"So, what, we stun? What happens then, when one of them runs around reviving all of them?" Harry asked, getting agitated. "We kill them, and they're not going to bother us again. And, don't tell me that I'm sinking to their level! They kill the innocent, for fun, for sport, to end life! My brother and I, we, we kill scum, we kill to save life!" Harry waved his hand, putting a shield up around Remus, pushing the
werewolf back. He lined up the shot again, and, controlling his breath, and let fly, two shots in rapid succession, killing the back one first, then the middle one. The last one, turned to see what the sounds where, and when he saw his fallen comrades, tried to run for it, but Harry was quicker, and shot him in the back of the knee. Harry was about to follow up with a headshot, but he stopped as Griffin Jumped over and finished him off, before Jumping again.
"What's with him?" Griffin asked, after appearing beside Harry.
Harry looked over at Remus, as he folded the fore grip back and collapsed the stock, making his MP7A1 look like an extra long pistol, "Oh, he tried to stop me killing those last three." He dropped the shield. "It's going to happen any time now," he said, un-screwing his silencer, and putting it away, as Griffin did the same.
Remus walked over, "You make sense, but don't expect me to start killing them."
Harry was about to reply, when there was a scream, followed by dozens more, "Right, that's our cue." Griffin Jumped away immediately, Harry ran to the edge, and leapt up on top of the wall. He could see about seventy Death Eaters, Auror and order members fighting them back, and people being slaughtered left and right.
Fuck! Harry saw a group of about twenty people run down an ally on the opposite side from him, closely followed by six Death Eaters, he decided to go there first. Harry put his iPod on shuffle, activating the speaker charm, and stepped off the side of the building, falling about ten feet, before Jumping away.
He appeared in front of the group of Death Eaters, with enough force to send the first two flying, one into the right side wall with a sickening crunch, and the other into the rest of them, knocking three of them down. His iPod started playing (Don't Fear) The Reaper.
All our times have come…
The only standing Death Eater, sent two rapid curses. Harry, running on instinct, lifted his left hand, and the cobblestones flew up to form a wall, intercepting them, before clattering back to the ground.
Here but now they're gone…
Harry Jumped back to the crowd behind him, they had hit a dead end. He threw up the strongest shield he could cast, and conjured a stone barrier from wall to wall, for them to duck behind when unforgiveables came their way.
Seasons don't fear the reaper…
Harry Jumped behind his opponents, all of which were standing now, and sprayed the closest one with a quick burst from his gun.
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain…
The other Death Eaters fired off a barrage of spells, none of which traveled a foot, before Harry Jumped again. Appearing behind the middle one, he threw his left arm around his throat, and pressed the gun barrel to his back, he pulled the trigger, shooting him through the heart. He Jumped away.
don't fear the reaper…
Harry was about to grab one, and Jump him, when he saw a spell coming his way. He only had time to think, Might as well, before lifted his left hand and caught the spell. Time in the ally seemed to stand still, the people behind the shield gasped, and Harry could have sworn he saw a camera flash, even his enemy stood still.
don't fear the reaper…
Harry used this to his advantage, and threw the curse back at its caster, causing his entrails to be expelled, and grabbed the one closest. He Jumped to the roof of the building on the left, and threw him off, Jumping back down in time to see the falling Death Eater slam into the only one left.
don't fear the reaper…
Harry walked over to the group behind the shield, cleaning the dust and blood off his goggles with a wave of his left hand. He pulled his iPod out, and paused the song, "Are you all O.K.?"
Every one was looking on in awe, never had they even heard of someone fighting like that, not even in legends. One boy of about nine, looked up at Harry, and with wide eyes, said, "Wow, Mr. Reaper, that wasn't even a full minute! Thanks!" The rest of them chorused, "Thanks" as well. Mr. Reaper… Oh, the song! Harry chuckled at the thought, and with a grin, he turned his iPod on, skipping to the next song, as he walked towards the main ally, and the real battle.
So you were born in an electrical storm
Took a bite out the sun
Saw your future in a machine built for two…
I'm working on chapter four; the continuation of the battle, and more.
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