Chapter 2

The young man had the headmaster of Hogwarts dead to rights. "Alright old man," he growled. "you better find a way for me to get back home real quick or you are about to have problems."

"Once again…" started Snape but he was quickly silenced by a right cross to his jaw. He also sliced a bleeding scar on Snape's cheek.

"SHUT IT SNIVY!" He screamed, he looked at Dumbledore. "Yes, I know who you are. Why don't you tell me why am I here? Is it a certain bald, red eyed, slit nosed dark lord? Need me to do your job again?"

"Harry…" said Dumbledore.

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU KNOW ME! Now, Why Am I Here? Something tells me that something bad happened to this universe's version of me and you need something. So, what the hell do you want?"

"Mr. Potter…" Started Dumbledore.

"Actually, it's Lord Potter. Continue."

"Lord Potter, we need you to kill Voldemort."

"Why should I do that? What happened to my counterpart?" No one said anything, "he's dead isn't he?"

"You have to understand, I thought."

"Let me guess, the Dursleys? Minerva warned you about them!"

"But, they were his only relatives left."

"Then you unseal the will and follow it to the letter! Now, your hero's dead because of you. So now you kidnap another one from a different universe hoping they'd help you." He glared at them. "How do you know I'm not some psychopath that'll kill everyone in front of me? Or I'm Voldemort? You don't! What's in it for me? Why should I help you?" Dumbledore lowered his head and sighed.

"You're right Lord Potter," he said thinking that if he would martyr himself he'd get some sympathy. But Harry wasn't hearing it.

"You can drop the martyr act, my version of you did it when it was a last resort."

"Harry," he started but the blade he had in his hand went flying right at him grazing his cheek.

"The next one splits your head in two!" He held his hand up, "Return!" The blade returned to his hand, they all got a good look at it. it was a foot long and looked like a cross between a dagger and a bowie knife. He put it away but still had his firearm out. "Now, here's what I want. Immunity, you want him dead? You got it, but I don't get touched. Be it from the Order or the Ministry I Don't Get Touched. Also; I don't know about you but, I don't think Wizarding Britain is going to be around much longer by using little prank like moves so I am going to be teaching DADA for as long as I'm here. Because I am going to be leaving after all of this is over."

"I'm sorry but I can't," started Dumbledore that was when Harry started to thumb back the hammer of his firearm as he pointed it at the headmaster.

"Then there is no use for you, I might as well do Ol' Tommy a solid and kill you huh?" There was a chill in the room as Dumbledore gulped. The Order drew their wands on him but Harry smirked. "Can you hit me before I kill him?" Then he put his gun away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief that was until Harry turned around and headed for the door. "You know what, fuck it! I won't do it! I won't help you and there's no one you have to stop me! Don't worry I can get home myself!" Then he stopped at Snape, "oh yeah." He suddenly did the splits and punched the potions master right in the balls so hard it was blindingly painful. Snape grabbed his crotch and went to his knees.

"I give myself a 10 for style on that one." Then he took off the others just watched as their only chance of winning this war was leaving the room.

"We Have To Get Him Back!" Said Dumbledore.

"How Albus?" Said Minerva. "By the way he's acting, I say you had alienated him."

"What would you have me do?"

"Agree to his demands." Said Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE.

"But, the demands are too high."

"Then we've lost."

TBC