Disclaimer: Chapter 6 of this story is mine, but the majority of the characters in it are not. As such, you are not to take a leaf out of Weird Al's book and sue me for every penny I've got, as I acknowledge that the vast majority of this story is not, in fact mine, other than the plot. Wow that was long.
Chapter Six:
Apparition was a funny thing, very touchy. In order to apparate while distracted, you had to have considerable mental discipline. Even those who have that discipline can be surprised enough to screw it up. Thankfully, the apparition that Harry preformed was pulled off flawlessly. They popped into the Diagon Alley designated apparition point, and Harry immediately sped off down the alley, dragging Adali behind him.
"Here we are," he said, a proud grin on his face, "Ollivander's Wands."
The shop was tilted at a crazy angle, something along the line of 80ish degrees. Wizards would appear to have a dislike of perpendicular angles. A small sign hung over the door, sporting the words 'Ollivander's Wands' and a notice. The notice read, "Due to the rise of He-Who-Must–Not-Be-Named, the ministry has decreed that all people buying wands will be checked for the dark mark."
Harry and Adali stared. And stared. And were stared at, mostly because Adali had left her lekku undisguised. But that's not important right now.
Apparently, Harry and Adali were thinking along the same lines, seeing as how they both asked, "Why" at roughly the same time.
Harry continued, "Right, because old Voldie-kins is definitely going to accept followers without wands. And therefore, by making wand makers check people for the dark mark, you submit them to a time wasting procedure that will make us the laughingstock of the world. Well done."
Adali raised an eyebrow. "Someone forgot to take their happy pill this morning."
Harry pulled open the door and grumbled.
"Oh, shut it, you."
Adali walked in, a smirk gracing her features.
Ollivander, as he had some last time Harry was in his shop, tried to sneak up on them by dropping from the ceiling. 'Tried' was the operative word, because you don't spend a long time on stakeout without sharpening your senses, worried that the person you were looking for was going to sneak up behind you and stab you twenty three times with a blunt knife. Ollivander dropped down and found himself staring down the muzzles of Harry and Adali's blaster pistols.
Of course, blasters are really only needed if the person you have them pointed at is trying to kill you, which Ollivander was most certainly not trying to do.
Ollivander, to his credit, took this small surprise remarkably well.
"Mr. Potter. Such a pleasure to see you again. And this would be your friend Ms. Niamara."
Adali grinned slightly, turning her head to take in the sight of all the wands in the shop. "So, this is famous shop I've heard so much about. I assume I was dragged here to get a wand, Harry?"
Harry raised an eyebrow sardonically. "No, you were dragged here so that my associate Ollivander and I could chop you into little bitty pieces and use them as ritual ingredients. Of course you're here for a wand."
Ollivander showed no reaction at their antics, and his magical tape measure was out measuring Adali before they had finished. Adali finally noticed the tape measure when it started measuring the diameter of her ear canal. Needless to say, she jumped.
"Holy mother of Yoda! … Was that thing measuring the diameter of my ear canal?"
Ollivander responded with a simple, "Yes" his silver eyes glinting strangely.
"Take this, Ms. Niamara. Beech and dragon heartstring."
Adali took the wand, waved it, and yelped when sparks shot out of the handle of the wand.
Even Ollivander seemed a little surprised at that. "Right. Not that one. Perhaps this?"
He handed Adali another wand, which, to no one's surprise did not work. They worked their way through what must have been a quarter of the wands in the shop before she picked one up, elm and phoenix feather.
"Interesting combination, not many use those two combined. Generally those that do master it are incredibly powerful."
Harry smirked. He really should have known…
"So, how much for the wand?"
Adali turned to Harry, aghast.
"Consider it an early Christmas present. Besides, what were you going to buy it with?"
At that, Adali shut up.
Ollivander deemed it a good time to respond. "Seven galleons, please."
They walked out, and were halfway to the apothecary when Harry realized that Ollivander hadn't checked Adali for the dark mark. Seems Harry wasn't the only person capable of standing up for himself. Well, to be fair, Adali was reasonably good at that.
Harry and Adali Apparated off to their Lambda class shuttle, intent on flying it out to Hogwarts. Harry entered in the code to open the boarding ramp and moved smoothly backward when it almost clonked him on the head. Pointedly ignoring the sniggers that were coming from Adali's mouth, he climbed into the cockpit. Strapping himself in, he activated the cloaking device and took off smoothly, rising from the ground, looking not so much like a shuttle as they did a heat illusion. Which in and of itself was odd, seeing as how it was Christmas Eve. However, no muggle took notice, as they were all trying their darndest to avoid the cold.
Harry swung the nose toward Scotland, and hit the thrusters as soon as they were above the clouds. Harry passed the controls over to Adali, who accepted them wordlessly.
Harry maneuvered his way into the back of the shuttle and opened up the workbench. Removing a power cell from the rack behind him, he proceeded to attempt to open up his lightsaber.
Roughly five minutes later, Harry realized that he had soldered the hatch shut, and not screwed it shut, so he needed a laser. Then he realized he needed an even more powerful laser, because the solder was made of a cortosis weave. Then he remembered he had put in an alternate hatch. He seriously needed to work on his memory, because sooner or later he was going to accidentally forget that his thermal detonators were going to go off in a couple of seconds.
Harry flipped open the secondary hatch and reached in for his power cell. Or, at least, he tried, because when his fingers encountered the least bit of resistance, the power cell crumbled into ash. Harry raised his eyebrows in curiosity. 'Voldemort has one hell of a Killing curse.' He thought. 'These things don't just vaporize because of a simple power overload.'
He delicately maneuvered a new power cell into the socket, cursing profusely and sweating as it nearly snapped in half.
"Goddamn things just had to be so bleeding fragile didn't they?"
Harry slowly eased the power cell into place, and gingerly replaced the cover, half expecting it to blow up in his face. It was a highly irrational fear, one that was not caused by anything specific, except for nothing seeming to happen normally around him. Holding the lightsaber as far away from him as humanly possible, he pressed the power button.
The blade snapped to life in the blink of an eye, surprising Harry quite a bit. He had been expecting it to explode or something.
He shut the lightsaber off, returning to the cockpit.
"So, I take it the lightsaber didn't explode on you?" Adali asked, her eyes fixated on the castle up ahead.
"Pipe down and work on not flying us into that tower."
Adali flipped a rather important looking switch and they proceeded to drop like a rock.
Harry had yet to sit down.
"Holy mother of god Adali! What did you do?"
"Oh, I just shut off the repulsorlifts."
"You mean the repulsorlifts that were holding us up?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful. Any chance you could turn them back on before we smash into the ground and die?"
Adali flicked the switch back up, reveling in the hum as the repulsorlifts engaged.
Harry let out an imperceptible sigh, falling down into his chair.
"Well, looks like I lose my status as most reckless flyer. I mean, cripes. I knew you were crazy, but killing the repulsorlifts to lose altitude? You now have the award."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Let's focus on not dying by smashing into the ground next time. Please?"
Adali wordlessly chuckled and set the ship down on the lawn, shutting off the cloaking field.
The sight of a futuristic contraption setting down on the lawn in front of the castle was enough to shock several people into falling over in a dead faint, and send all the prefects scurrying inside to inform the teachers.
Harry grabbed a blaster rifle and some grenades and stuffed them in his cloak. Adali, seeing the wisdom of always being prepared copied his actions. Vader always was a weaponry freak.
Harry and Adali rushed up to the castle doors, pushing them open. Harry led the way up to Dumbledore's office, brushing aside several singing suits of armor as he did so. He dashed up to the Headmasters office, the gargoyle jumping aside for him to climb the stairs. Harry and Adali arrived to an empty office.
Harry smacked himself in the head.
"Of course, Umbridge took over. The head's office wouldn't let her in, now I remember."
Another whirlwind trip down to the defense prof's office, found Harry standing in front of a locked door, blocked by two suits of armor. Harry tried to brush past them, and was thrown backwards for his trouble. Harry got up, and was interrupted by the sound of a lightsaber extending and cutting straight through several things. When he did get up, the two suits of armor were smoking heaps on the floor, the door had been hacked off its hinges and from what he could tell, Adali was threatening Umbridge with a lighsaber.
Harry wasn't worried until something lit on fire. Umbridge's desk, to be precise.
Harry rushed in, intent on keeping Umbridge from lighting anything else on fire when he realized that Adali had her wand in her hand, pointing at Umbridge's desk. Umbridge, psycho though she was, did not appear to like fire. She was cringing behind her chair, clearly frightened of the 'Psycho Blue Alien Girl' who had burst in and demanded information on the state of the ministry.
Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Adali, much as I like to see Umbridge put in her place, that does not include being lit on fire. Entertaining though it would be."
Adali pivoted on her heel, a fire in her eyes.
"Harry, the ministry has put out a warrant for you to immediately be kissed by a dementor."
"…shit."
AN: Well, it took me long enough, wouldn't you say? Please, yell at me or something. In addition to classes, I just don't think about my stories until it's to late in the day to do anything about them. So, the latest chapter is up, finally, so I think I can finally get to having Harry and Adali beat the living hell out of Voldemort. The rating may go up for violence. Death Eaters may be impaled by foot long pieces of iron, and/or have their heads busted in with a ratchet.