Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Jumper, or Jumper: Griffin's story. I do this for fun, not money. Oh yea, I don't own the songs either.
Bold type is for song lyrics.
Italics are used for thoughts.
The word jump, when spelled with a capital J, is used for teleportation. Example: Jumped, Jump, Jumper.
Right, well... this was originally going to be about twice as long, but this was the perfect place to end so, yea. Here yo go.
Chaos, flashes of light flying everywhere, walls crumbling, debris falling to the ground, the sound of gunfire. Griffin Jumped next to him, and shot a Death Eater that had just killed an Auror.
"Mate, take care of that," Griffin exclaimed, not even sparing the time to look at him, just shooting at an upstairs window. Just as quickly as he arrived, he disappeared again, off into battle.
Harry, thinking quickly, conjured a frag grenade. He pulled the pin, using his teeth, his right hand was busy holding his MP7A1, he lobbed it across, and through the window, his targets didn't even flinch, not knowing what it was. He only then saw that order members had taken cover behind a pile of rubble near the apartment, FUCK! Harry waved his hand, and cast the strongest physical/magical shield that he could, and not a second too soon, as the grenade exploded, sending debris, and the mangled forms of the Death Eaters colliding into his shield. He vanished it all, and ran further into the battle.
As he was running, he would start karate techniques, flying sidekicks, jabs, front kicks, hooks, roundhouse kicks, and upper cuts, only to Jump from in front of one opponent, to another, using his Jumping to build extra momentum. He would target the most lethal or disabling locations, the temple, the spinal cord, the nose, the eyes, and the neck.
Harry slowed his pace, walking confidently, as his iPod started the next song, Kashmir. Harry swat away a sickly yellow curse, with a wave of his left hand, and following up with a bludgeoning hex, cracking his attacker's skull.
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
With stars to fill my dream.
Harry noticed that most of the Death Eaters were shrinking away from him, and Aurors and Order members seemed to be wary of him also. He assumed that they felt his new power and it was unnerving them, but what he didn't know was that, as soon as he started to fight, back in that ally, his eyes started to glow a bright but deep, blood red, to match the streak in his hair. They were glowing so brightly, that two blood red dots were shining through his mirrored goggles.
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been.
Harry leapt up into the air, swinging one leg around to twist himself in midair; he thrust his other leg out, delivering a powerful flying back kick to the chest, and landing on both feet with a bounce. Guess he thought I'd Jump away and hit someone else again. I have to remember to mix it up more often, Harry thought to himself, as he put a couple rounds into the fallen Death Eater's skull, just for good measure.
To sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen.
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.
A group of about ten Death Eaters had hunkered down behind what apparently used to be a shop, but was now just a pile stone and wood. They were stopping the advance of the Order members, there was a no man's land of about twenty feet between them. Harry looked around, and spotting Griffin on a roof top, Jumped to him.
"Griff, we have to take them out," Harry pointed to the somewhat fortified pile. "Take these," he conjured a couple grenades, "and Jump in on the left side." Harry holstered his gun, and conjured himself two grenades.
"Right, get out quick. I don't feel like digging your ass out," Griffin said, a wicked grin appearing across his face. He looked confused for a second, before grinning again, "Your eyes are red, you know." He pulled the pins with his teeth.
Harry hesitated for a second, Must be something to do with the streak, and the power up I got. He took Griffin's lead, and pulled the pins with his teeth as well, then they simultaneously Jumped.
Harry appeared on the right side, threw one grenade next to the few Death Eaters at the front right, and the other to the center two, who were causing the most mayhem, and Jumped away as quickly as possible.
He reappeared where the Order members were, trying to shield themselves from the flying spells. The grenades exploded, sending bits of rubble flying, the smaller bits making it all the way to where Harry stood.
Looking around, Harry saw something that made his blood run cold. Two Death Eaters, one slightly bigger than the other, with platinum blond hair visible under their hoods, stood over the writhing figure of Ginny Weasley. "FUCK!" Harry yelled, What the hell is she doing here?
Harry quickly drew his gun, and firing from the hip, hit the bigger one, he thought it was Lucius Malfoy, in the left shoulder, just above the heart. Before Harry could get off another shot, he was gone, by port key, and the other one, Draco, had thrown up a physical/magical shield, albeit a week one, and was holding Ginny to himself as a shield.
Harry's iPod started the next song, Woke up this morning.
You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.
Harry started circling, Draco pivoting to keep facing him, as Ginny kept struggling against his grip.
She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.
A grin formed on Harry's lips, as an idea struck. He knew that no matter how weak the shield was, it had the potential to send the bullet off course, and he couldn't risk hitting Ginny. He ducked a stray curse, as he holstered his MP7A1.
"Think your tough, do you? Using some filthy muggle weapon," Draco drawled, trying to sound braver than he was, he could feel the power emanating from the man in front of him, and he was terrified of it. "Let's see how you do against this," Draco sent a whirling purple curse at him.
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.
When the curse reached a point five feet in front of Harry, it burst into about a dozen smaller ones, moving too quickly to cast a shield against. Harry brought both hands up, like a boxer guarding his face, and his magic responded accordingly, forming a translucent blood red dome around him. The dome absorbed the curses, and then dropped; I'll have to figure out how I did that.
Harry smirked, then threw his left arm out, as though he were throwing a hook, and Jumped to behind Draco. His arm wrapped around Draco's neck, and he locked it in place with his right arm. Draco dropped Ginny, and Harry didn't even bother to wait for him to pass out, he Jumped. Draco passed out as they arrived, Harry had Jumped to Chechnya, he dropped him, looked around quickly, and Jumped back to Diagon Ally, he had to take care of Ginny.
You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.
Ginny was struggling to her feet, a large gash in her left leg making it harder for her. Even with all of her injuries, she still managed to take a Death Eater out as Harry approached her.
But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.
"Quite the tough one, aren't you?" Harry said, amusement lacing his altered voice.
Ginny looked at him, and seemed to be startled; she leveled her wand at him, "What are you doing? Why are your eyes red?" Harry took a step towards her, "Stay back! Answer my questions!"
Harry paused his iPod, sighed, and answered as best as he could. "I just took care of the Malfoys, don't you remember?" Harry was concerned, if she couldn't remember, she might have a head injury. He decided to just answer her other question, "As far as my eyes… I don't know why exactly, but I suspect that it's for the same reason that my hair… DUCK!" He spun on the spot, and blasted the one who had tried to hit Ginny. He went, and helped Ginny up, "Take a deep breath," and he Jumped them back to Grimmauld place.
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Arriving at Grimmauld Place, Harry twisted both himself and Ginny out of the path of a stunner. "Ron, now is not the time! Ginny's hurt, the Malfoys did it," Harry explained. Seeing Ron's anger, he said, "I got Lucius in the shoulder, but he portkeyed away before I could finish him. I left Draco in Chechnya; I'll deal with him later." Harry had just finished laying Ginny down on a conjured couch, "Hermione, get Pomfrey."
Ron still had his wand in hand, but seemed too worried about his sister to try to hex Harry.
"How do you know our names? And you talk as though you know us… Do you?" Hermione asked, ever the curious one.
"NOW is NOT the TIME!"Harry barked, sending Hermione scurrying.
"HEY, DON'T TALK TO MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT! Just because you saved my sister, doesn't mean I trust you," Ron finished more quietly, almost growling.
Harry heard the floo flare to life, and someone come through.
"You will," Harry said, just as quietly, before Jumping.
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On his arrival back at the ally, Harry quickly restarted his iPod, before running into the fray. Conjuring a grenade, he threw it at a big blond Death Eater who was randomly blasting away at anything that moved. The Death Eater raised his non-wand hand, and caught it.
"What, you lot throwing rocks now? You're comp…" that was as far as he got before the grenade went off, shredding him and a couple surrounding Death Eaters.
Harry moved forwards, ignoring the blood that was accumulating on his hoody. He Jumped on to a roof top, and surveyed the battle raging below him, Good, not many Aurors down, or Order members. He looked towards the rear of the Death Eater side, and saw a lone cloaked figure, advancing through the ranks. Harry knew who it was; he didn't even need to see his face, no one else moved like that, with that kind of lazy arrogance, almost serpentine. Voldemort!
Pulling out his gun, Harry extended the stock, and folded down the fore grip. I've got one chance and it better count, Harry told himself. He turned on his reflex sight, and took aim, Bugger! Voldemort was approached by one of his followers, and appeared to have a quick conversation; Voldemort sneered, and banished the unlucky follower into a wall. Harry took in a deep breath, and let it out, as he started to squeeze the trigger. At the last second Voldemort twitched his wand, and a barely visible dome enclosed him. Harry didn't have time to register that Voldemort cast a physical blocking shield, before his gun went off.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHSSSS," Voldemort let out a snakelike, half hiss, half scream, and hopped onto his right foot.
DAMN! That Death Eater warned him! Why can't it ever be that easy? Pull, BANG, and thud, Voldie's dead. Harry sighed, vaguely wondering why his mind worked in such strange ways, Well, at least he under powered his shield and only deflected it a bit. What'd I end up hitting? His… Harry looked closer, left foot. He won't make that mistake again, I guess guns are out. He holstered his gun, and prepared himself, shaking his shoulders, swinging his arms, rolling his neck, and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Here goes…"
Harry appeared about twenty feet in front of Voldemort, who by this time had conjured a walking stick to lean on. Voldemort looked surprised for a moment, and then his sickly red eyes narrowed, locking with the glowing blood red dots that were visible through Harry's goggles. The fighting on both sides stopped, all eyes turned towards the Voldemort and the wizard starring him down.
"Who dares to…" Voldemort began, only to be cutoff as Harry's iPod started a new song.
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Hmm, ironic, Harry thought, a slight grin on his face. Good band though, War. "Sorry about that," he looked around, Voldemort looked livid, the Death Eaters were fingering their wands, itching to have a go at him, and the Weasley twins were looking at him as though he was their new hero. Oh, good, they where finally let in the Order. "Let me… just," Harry pulled out his iPod, dodged what could only be a Crucio, and started scrolling through his songs, "find… something more… suiting." He spun to the right avoiding a few curses, not even looking up, only knowing that they were coming by sensing the magic, and caught a purple spell in his left hand, before throwing it back. Voldemort stopped for a second, seemingly dumbfounded, and Harry finally settled on a song, Phenomenon, by Thousand Foot Krutch, and put his iPod in his pocket.
If you like us, calling all riders
Pull up beside us, no place to hide us
We're freedom fighters, let's unite us
Switch on your nitros, and. let's. go.
"Much better," Harry said, throwing an uppercut, before Jumping, and landing the blow on Voldemort's chin. Harry Jumped back, as Voldemort recovered from the blow, and batted aside a turquoise colored spell. Voldemort started rapidly sending killing curses at him, which Harry blocked by summoning a Death Eater, and levitating him in the path of the curses. Harry banished the corpse at Voldemort, whom dodged it, almost tripping over his stick with his bad foot.
Destination, for navigation, man up your stations
Feel the sensation
Surround invasion, with communication
Move quick, we might avoid contamination
"FOOL! You think you can defeat me? I'm the grea…"
"Ha, right, if you're as great as you claim to be, then do this," Harry snapped his fingers, and conjured a velociraptor, and set it after Voldemort.
Voldemort flicked his wand, sending it flying into the air, and answered, "As you wish," and started to move his wand.
"With no wand," Harry said, smirking at him. Harry quickly stepped back, as the dinosaur landed with a crunch and thud, where he stood a moment before.
Voldemort used his distraction to cast a reductor curse at the ground by Harry's feet, launching him, and a pile of rubble into the air. He then followed up with an incendio, scorching Harry's entire right side, from the shoulder down to the hip. The Aurors and Order members let out a collective gasp, as the Death Eaters cheered.
Harry hit the ground with a thud, and let out a groan. The glow of his eyes flickered on and off.
Down, here comes the sound,
everyone pound your feet to this Phenomenon
Voldemort stalked closer, stopping right next to Harry, "Well, I must admit, you're not bad. But I'm better! AVADA KED…"
Now, let's make it loud,
and let me show them all how you move to this Phenomenon
"OY, VOLDIE!" Griffin Jumped in, behind Voldemort, holding his flame thrower, the tanks on his back shining in the sun. Voldemort stopped mid-word, and turned towards Griffin. "EAT PETROL, WANKER!" That said, Griffin let loose a stream of flaming petrol, covering Voldemort from the chest down before he could raise a new shield.
Woah, open your soul, baby, lose control, inside of this Phenomenon
Voldemort let out an un human shriek of pain, before he managed to dispel the flames. He was charred and gooey where he was burned, and the pain should have made him black out, but he held on, and with a flick of his wand, he sighed. His pain reliving spell taking effect.
Just let yourself go, and let everyone know,
you moved to this Phenomenon
"Crucio," Voldemort cast the curse so fast, that Griffin didn't see it coming. He fell to his knees, face contorted in pain, but managed to hold back his scream, and stare defiantly back at his torturer. "Oh, very impressive. There aren't many people that can remain quite as composed as you, while under the effects of this particular curse," Voldemort said, limping closer. "I'll just have to remedy that, wont I?"
The crowed of combatants started to shift their attention over to Harry, barely paying attention to Voldemort any longer. Harry was struggling to lift himself up, his hoody and shirt falling to the ground in tatters. He managed to stand, and staggered on the spot, his burn stretching painfully.
"Oy… we're… we're not… quite… through, you and I… just… yet," Harry hissed out through the haze of pain, blinking his eyes repeatedly and stumbling slightly. Fuck! That's gonna hurt in the morning… Hey, why can I think so much more clearly then I can speak?
Voldemort dropped the curse on Griffin, and turned to look at Harry. He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his snakelike eyes, and lazily twirling his wand. "You remind me of someone," he paused, as though contemplating something. "Potter… you remind me of Potter. So, what, when one savior dies, another pops up?" Voldemort started to laugh, an evil and hiss like sound. "Well, I have to admit, you are significantly more powerful then he was, more powerful that that old fool Dumbledore, as well… But, you are nothing to me! CRUCIO!"
Harry watched the curse fly closer, as if in slow motion. He could feel his magic stirring, as though it were assessing his situation. He felt his magic flowing throughout his entire body, his energy returning despite his injuries. He was no longer physically exhausted, and he couldn't feel even the slightest drain on his magic. His magic took control of the music, and as though it was trying to make a point, repeated the previous segment of the song.
Down, here comes the sound,
everyone pound your feet to this Phenomenon
The curse had traversed half the distance between him and the Dark Lord, when a collective gasp sounded from the spectators. The glow in Harry's eyes snapped back into existence.
Now, let's make it loud,
and let me show them all how you move to this Phenomenon
The twisting, sickly, red curse was now just feet from impacting on its target. Harry felt his arms fling out wide, causing no small amount of pain to his burns. At the same time, he levitated inches off the ground, and his head snapped back, letting out a primal roar. The next instant, his aura erupted from his body, similar to the shockwave created by a muggle bomb, the main difference being that it was blood red. The pure, raw magical power, stopped the Cruciatus curse dead in its path, absorbing it completely. The wave of magic continued outwards, knocking all present back, and throwing a few of the closer ones into the air, including Voldemort.
Woah, open your soul, baby, lose control, inside of this Phenomenon
After the initial wave, Harry was engulfed in his Aura; it resembled a translucent blood red inferno, the magic causing his hair to fly around. It was a good thing that his goggles were intact, because without the hoody to cover his head, they were the only thing concealing his scar.
Just let yourself go, and let everyone know,
you moved to this Phenomenon
He rolled his shoulder, and felt at his side, Completely healed! He took a few steps forwards, Legs too! I have no idea how I did that, but I'm sure as hell not going to complain, Harry grinned his lopsided grin.
Phenomenon
With the last repeat of the word, the music ended, and all was temporarily silent.
Voldemort was standing again by now, and looking at him with a slightly wide eyed look. He cast some sort of dark curse, and Harry sent a reductor straight at it. The curses collided, the reductor tearing through the other, and heading for Voldemort. Voldemort reached into an inner pocket on his cloak, and then he was gone, the curse demolishing the entrance to Knocktern ally.
"Fuck!" Harry cursed, as the Death Eaters who were still concise or alive, portkeyed away as well. "Why weren't there anti-portkey wards up?!" His voice, as full as it was with power, caused the entire ally to reverberate.
"Oy, brother, you can let that blood-fire thing go now! It's a bit overpowering really, and I'm already sore," Griffin complained, staggering over, dragging his flamethrower.
Harry closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them his aura had receded, and his eyes were no longer glowing. He immediately regretted doing so, as Aurors, Order members, and Albus Dumbledore approached, it seemed that they were only held back by his aura. Harry looked over to Griffin, to see him Jump away holding his flame thrower, and return next to him, without it.
"You OK, mate?" He asked Griffin.
Griffin tilted his head to the side, "Sure, I love being tortured with… whatever the hell he used. Great fun, that was! You ought 'a give it a go some time."
Harry held his hands up in a placating gesture, "Alright, I get the point."
Dumbledore began, "That was very impressive, both of you. I especially liked that muggle device; I must get myself one sometime… Have you reconsidered my offer?"
"Answers the same," Harry said, simply.
Dumbledore looked at Griffin.
"What? Something on my face?" Griffin raised a hand to his cheek, mockingly. "Oh! You're expecting a different answer from me? You can take your offer, and shove it up your a…" Griffin started, only to be cut off by Harry.
"Now Griffin, be nice," Harry said, as though speaking to a small child.
"Right, well… I'm off," and Griffin Jumped.
"Well, good luck on the clean up," Harry said, cheerily. "Oh, and next time you'd do well to put up anti-portkey wards," he was about to Jump, when Dumbledore spoke.
"You should let our healer take a look at you," Dumbledore said.
Harry grinned, "Tell Poppy I said hi," and he Jumped.
A/N: Hey, I just want to say a few things.
First: I know that in the Movie Jumper Griffin used a Propane Flamethrower, and not a Petrol one. The only reason for that was because Petrol Flamethrowers are to dangerous to use on a set with actors. The type he would have if he really stole one, would be the type that shoots a stream of flaming petrol up to a distance of 50-80 meters. If you want more info, check it out on Wikipedia.
Second: Uh, I can't really remember what my second point was. I'll have to get back to you on that one.
Third: Ten points to anyone who recognizes the song that was playing while Harry fought the Malfoys.
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Dirt Rider