Sorry that it took me awhile to post the second chapter. I've been busy with getting ready for college.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could own Harry Potter or DN Angel…
IMPORTANT Note: The first three years are pretty much the same as the books so I'm not going to even bother writing them all out. If anything important is changed then there will be a flashback.
Chapter 2
Harry strolled through the museum. It was currently summer and he had nothing to do. His relatives did not want him in the house and the fourteen year old boy did not have training with his sensei until later. So, in order to alleviate his boredom, he was now exploring the local art museum.
Suddenly, Harry stopped. He backtracked and examined a piece of jewelry. It was a unique piece that looked to be made with silver and had a swirling blue gem. Harry frowned. The piece looked oddly familiar somehow. After several minutes of studying the piece, the answer dawned on him. He had seen a picture of the necklace in one of the library books at Hogwarts. But, what was it doing here?
Harry continued on his way, deep in thought. It was a magical item so it would be dangerous to leave in the hands of muggles, but it wasn't like he could buy the piece from the museum. He frowned. What could he do? He couldn't just leave it there.
Harry sighed and started to make his way back to the Dursley's. He would figure something out.
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A few days later found Harry sitting at the park on the only swing that wasn't broken. He slowly swung backwards and forwards, still pondering the magical artifact at the museum. He frowned thoughtfully. If that piece was in a muggle museum, there was a chance that other museums, public or otherwise, had also acquired artifacts from the wizarding world. That made his problem much larger. He couldn't just sit back and let the muggles get their hands on potentially dangerous artifacts. But what could he do about it?
He sighed and stood up. The Weaselys would be at the Dursley's in a few hours to pick him up for the World Quidditch match. As he slowly made his way back, he heard a commotion at the street. He spotted a man sprinting down the sidewalk. A woman was chasing after him, screaming about a thief. The man was eventually tackled as Harry watched. He then continued on his way back to the house.
When he reached the house he made his way towards his room. When he entered the door, With jumped up onto his shoulder. He smiled and petted the creature. It was then that he a crash in the living room. Seemed like the Weaselys had decided to use the Floo. He picked up one end of his trunk and dragged it downstairs.
He was immediately assaulted by a red-headed boy by the name of Ronald Weasley. Harry grinned and hugged his friend. He, then, turned to the Dursleys. He smirked. "I might have forgotten to mention that they were coming to pick me up today. Gomen. I'll see you next summer, Uncle, Aunt, Dudley."
He turned to the Weasley patriarch. "I'm all packed and set to go."
The older man and handed a pouch out to Harry. It contained Floo powder. Harry grabbed a handful and flung it into the flames. He called out his destination, "The Burrow," and stepped into the emerald flame. He spun through the Network before, finally, landing in the Weasley's fireplace. It was only his years of martial arts training that kept him from stumbling into the kitchen.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he was immediately engulfed in a hug, courtesy of Molly Weasley. He immediately stiffened, but soon forced himself to relax into the hug. When he was finally released from Mrs. Weasley's clutches, he was attacked by a hug. However, this time it was a mess of frizzy brown hair that invaded his senses.
When, finally, he was let go and was not in danger of another hug, he sat down at the kitchen table where the Weasley matriarch offered his lunch. He gladly accepted it. After lunch, the Weasley brothers persuaded him into a game of Quidditch. Hermione followed to referee from the ground.
After the game, the Trio went up to Ron's room to catch up on things. Ron sat down on his bed while Hermione sat down on what was to be Harry's cot. Harry instead took the floor as his seat. With leapt onto his shoulder with a happy, "Kyuu!" Harry laughed and rubbed the creature's head. Hermione turned to Harry, "How has your summer been so far?"
Harry shrugged. "Same as always with the Dursleys. Mostly boring, but it wasn't too bad. How about you? How was your trip?"
Hermione smiled happily and went off on a long speech about her entire trip. She left out little detail and even went so far as to start to describe some of the major history behind the sites. Ron let out a small groan and flopped back onto his bed. Harry smirked and continued to stroke With's head. His thoughts drifted off back onto what he called his "problem". He still didn't know how he was going to remove the arti- Wait a second… Harry's mind drifted into his memories of earlier that day. He stopped stroking With's head. The small creature looked up and gave a confused, "Kyuu?" Harry looked down and smiled. "Guess that solved my problem somewhat With."
Hermione paused in her story to address Harry. "What problem, Harry?" The black haired boy jumped, having forgotten the other two were there. He gave a sheepish grin. "Nothing, nothing. It was a small problem, but all is well now. Anyways, as you were saying, Hermione?"
Hermione gave Harry one last suspicious look before happily going back into her story. Harry gave a sigh of relief. A plan formed in his mind, but he would only put it into action after the World Quidditch match had happened. Besides, they left for the stadium the next day. He scowled slightly at that. It meant he would have to get up at the butt crack of dawn the next day so they could leave. He groaned and decided to take his mind off of it by developing his plan of stealing the artifact. Maybe he would alert the police beforehand to give himself a challenge…
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The next day, Harry trudged down the stairs with what seemed like a permanent scowl on his face. His friends wisely avoided him, used to his behavior. Harry was defiantly not a morning person. He smirked slightly. Krad had found that out the hard way one morning last year. Honestly, what sort of moron would wake him up at 5:30 in the morning?! Needless to say, he, as both Draco and Krad, avoided him for weeks.
Hermione and Ron edged a little farther away from their friend when they saw his self satisfied smirk. At 6:30 in the morning, nothing good could come from a smile like that. His scowl came back when he was ushered out the door. He growled softly and shifted his backpack on his shoulder. Whoever's idea it was to get up so early in the morning was surely mental.
Much later, after having to trudge up a hill a few miles from the Burrow, the group came upon what was to be their portkey. There were already two figures standing there. They were introduced as being Amos and Cedric Diggory. They all, then, took a hold of the portkey. A moment later it activated.
When they landed, Harry only just managed to stay on his feet. Thanking his martial arts training, he swore that he would never again use portkey if he could help it. But, he had a nasty feeling that wasn't going to happen. Wearily, he followed the others to go find their campsite and set up their tent.
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(A/n: I'm not going to bother to write the match because a) I'm lazy and b) it's the same as in the book. This starts when Ron, Hermione, and Harry flee to the forest.)
The trio stopped running when they entered a clearing. A figure stood on the opposite side of the clearing, leaning on a tree. Ron yelled to the figure. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?! I would've thought you'd be with the rest of the Death Eaters!"
Harry studied the smirking figure before speaking, "That's not Draco, Ron."
Ron paused and gave the blonde haired figure a closer look. "If it's not Malfoy, then… Who are you?!"
The figure chuckled. "My name is Krad."
Harry frowned. He was about to say something when a rustle in the bushes stopped him. He turned to investigate when a harsh voice shouted a spell. "Morsemorde!" A sickly green skull erupted in the sky. A split second later there came the sharp crack of apparation. Harry and Krad exchanged a look and dropped to the ground. Harry pulled down Ron and Hermione with him. Ron made to complain but then Stunners erupted over their heads. Instead, he gapped in shock.
After being accused of sending of the Dark Mark, and then being rescued by Mr. Weasley, Harry was feeling very irritable and drained. When they were about to return to their campsite, Krad called him back. Sending the others ahead with reassurances, Harry turned to see what Krad wanted. "What?"
"Are we going to continue our sparring sessions at Hogwarts?"
A tick went off on Harry's forehead. He ground out, "You kept me behind just to ask me that?! Baka!!"
A rock was thrown as Krad's head, which he ducked, and Harry stormed away with a clipped, "Yes."
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After the whole fiasco at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry started to put together a plan for stealing the artifact. He would need to do it at night so that the Weasleys wouldn't know that he was missing. He would also need to go as Dark. It wouldn't do for the Wizarding World, or anyone else for that matter, to find him out. He really didn't want to get arrested. Which reminded him: did he really want to send a forewarning to the police or not. It would make things interesting, but increased his chance of getting caught. He finally grinned. It was worth the risk. He wanted the challenge. Now when should the actual robbery take place?
Taking a piece of parchment and a quill, he penned out a short note. When finished, he signed it with a flourish.
I will take the Arcane Torque on August 28th.
Dark
Satisfied he gave it to Hedwig to drop off to the Museum. Now, all he had to do was wait and fine tune his plan.
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On the night of August 28th, Harry waited for everyone to go to sleep before slipping out of Ron's room and down the stairs. He quickly made his way over to the line of trees and pulled out a bag from inside a fallen log from where he had hidden it earlier. He quickly changed into the black clothing. Tight pants were tucked into chunky boots and a long sleeved shirt with silver buckles on the sleeves was pulled over his head. Satisfied, he changed forms.
Dark smirked and called softly to With. A happy "Kyuu" later and the small white creature transformed into jet black wings. A moment later, Dark was soaring through the air towards his destination.
When he arrived, he landed on a nearby building to assess his challenge. He folded his wings behind his back and leaned over the railing. He could see the ground crawling with police, but it looked like they weren't taking it too seriously. He grinned. He would definitely change that.
He took back into the air and landed with a soft thud behind the museum in a small alleyway. Only one policeman was guarding the door. Quickly taking the man out, he took out a black feather to illusion his clothes. Taking on the appearance of a cop, he snuck into the building after picking the lock of the door.
He swiftly made his way towards the necklace, carefully avoiding all roaming cops. Finally, he peeked around a doorway and saw the display. Only a few cops guarded the piece. He needed a distraction. But what could he do without attracting more attention? Suddenly, it dawned on him and he smirked.
The four guards watched as another guard staggered into the room. He was clutching his upper arm. The others immediately reached for their weapons. The injured guard, in a raspy voice, informed them that, "Dark was seen at the entrance and they needed back up quickly!"
Without thinking, all four guards rushed out of the room. Waiting a moment to make sure they really were gone, the injured guard smirked. He released his arm, revealing it to be uninjured, and lifted his head. Pulling off his hat to reveal the smirking face of Dark, he quickly made his way to the display. He didn't know when the guards would return.
He quickly hacked into the security system and opened the display case. He disabled the traps and then pulled the artifact from the glass case. In its place, Dark placed an ink black feather. When he withdrew his hand, the feather shimmered and took the appearance of the artifact. Satisfied that it would give him some extra time, he stuffed the necklace into a small bag. Now, to get out of the building. Quickly, and quietly, he made his way out the same way he had entered.
Having what he needed, he took off into the sky.
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The next morning, the muggle world was in a small uproar. A thief, now know as Dark, had stolen the Arcane Torque. And after informing the police he was going to do it! Questions flew and people were left floundering for answers as to how Dark had managed it. As for the wizarding world, the Burrow to be more precise, two red headed twins were trying to escape the wrath of one crankier than usual wizard.
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(A/n: To amuse my readers, I decided to put in this scene. Doesn't really have any important meaning to the plot, but I had to share my vision of Harry's next morning. Not a morning person already and probably only got a few short hours of sleep, not a very good combination. As the poor Twins found out the hard way, not that they knew about Harry's late night.)
Fred and George Weasley. Known as the Twin Terrors to all of Hogwarts, were now hiding, trying to save their lives. Huddled in a broom closet they recounted the morning's events.
A tired looking Harry had entered the kitchen that morning. Now, the Twins knew that Harry was defiantly not a morning person, but it was usually early morning that he was at his worst. So, they figured they were safe for pulling one measly little prank on the black haired boy. It had started with one of their newest pranks. It would turn the victim, erm, I mean, person, into a random animal. One of their most genius to date. The charm would last for a few minutes.
So, they had placed the small potion in Harry's drink. They waited eagerly for him to drink the potion, unknowingly of course. They finally got the moment they waited for. Harry scowled irritably at his drink and then took a long sip. Not a moment after he placed the cup down, there was a poof of smoke. When it cleared, in Harry's place was a sleek black raven.
The raven, or Harry, immediately turned its piercing eyes on the Twins. With a caw it took to the air and dove at the Twins. They shrieked and stumbled out of their chairs. The rest of the group could only watch with wide eyes. Running around the kitchen, they tried to avoid the irate boy turned raven. Suddenly, Harry transformed back. He landed with a soft thump and glared at the Twins. They gulped. The 14 year old scowled. "You, two, are sooooo lucky I can't use magic right now. You have until three to run, or so help me…"
The Twins gulped once more and turned and fled. Three quick seconds later and they heard an audible growl. They sped up their search of a good hiding place, racing up the stairs. So the fight for their lives started.
Now, cramped into the small broom closet, the Twins could only hope that Harry would cool down soon. They, also, could only wonder why Harry was in such a foul mood. Needless to say, they would never ever prank Harry in the mornings ever again, never mind how much in a good mood he may seem to be in, not that he appeared to be that morning.
That part didn't quite turn out the way I hoped it would…. But oh well… Well, what did you guys think?
Next stop, Hogwarts!
