AN Hello! Thanks for the reviews and stuff! As you can probably tell by now, my updating is crazy and random in speed, I sometimes am inspired to write more! Anyways, on to Harry's first raid!(Harry: Age 7 and 3 months)
When Harry woke up, at exactly six am, he jumped out of bed, got dressed, and apparated into the forest where Goliath was. Goliath was huge, much bigger than any normal Hungarian Horntail. Sensing his presence, Goliath let out a roar of joy and trotted over to where Harry was, lowering his head to Harry's level. Grinning, Harry grabbed onto Goliath's two front spikes and pulled himself up onto his neck. Immediately launching into the air, Harry let out a yell of delight as they soared through the skies. Goliath roared so loud it was likely heard for miles around, but luckily not many people were miles around. Then he let out a big puff of red and black flames, and pulled up just before he flew into the flames.
The two of them had taken to riding ever since Goliath had turned one month hold, at which point he learned to fly and could easily hold Harry on top of him. Suddenly, Goliath flipped upside down along with a very surprised Harry, grinning, Harry let go, letting himself going into a freefall. Goliath then dived down after him, until they were falling at the same speed. Then, less than a hundred feet from the ground, Goliath pushed his spiked tail towards Harry, Harry grabbed a spike that had been notched and had a strong sticking charm on it. As soon as Harry was holding the tail spike, Goliath pulled up in a curve, granting him a lot of speed, and making Harry feel like he was flying as well.
After they'd slowed down a bit, Goliath flicked Harry into the sky as Harry release the spike, allowing Harry to land exactly where he'd started. Laughing, Harry mentally informed Goliath they should probably get going back to the forest. Goliath nodded, and made a sharp perfect one-eighty degree turn. Harry leaned between Goliath's spikes as he silently cast extremely powerful speed charms on both he and Goliath, and he watched as the trees blurred underneath them as they arrived at Goliath's cage. Not that Harry ever locked the cage, he knew that despite the charms placed on it, Goliath could easily break it. He hopped off of his back, said goodbye, and headed back to Riddle Manor.
He arrived at the manor at 8:30, his first raid was in 30 minutes. Harry quickly put on his Death Eater cloak after shoving a piece of toast in his mouth. Then he grabbed his mask, cast some traction charms on his shoes, and grabbed his second wand. His second wand didn't fit him as perfectly as his phoenix feather one, but it was usable. It had a dragon heartstring core and ashwood outside, Harry had no doubt it fit him because of his bond with Goliath, as the heartstring was Hungarian Horntail.
He checked the time, 8:55, might as well go to the Death Eaters Headquarters. He was going to leave for the raid with Severus. Quickly he flooed over, he was thankful for whatever charms stopped the mask from obscuring his vision. He exited the door to the left, then turned right and walked down a long hallway, entering the room Severus was in, Harry saw the time was 8:58, almost perfect timing.
Severus was sitting in a chair, as soon as he saw Dark Prince, he quickly kneeled then stood up again. Severus had gotten used to the Dark Prince after a while, which was a relief, because if he hadn't, then he'd probably have tried to quit being a death eater and died. Not that the Dark Prince didn't still look scary.
"My prince, it is time for us to apparate to Diagon Alley," Severus told the Dark Prince after a moment or two of silence. Nodding, the prince apparated away immediately.
Harry smiled underneath his mask as soon as he saw Diagon Alley. There were quite a few early-riser wizards about, although Harry noticed quite a few were Aurors. That would make the raid much more fun and challenging. More Death Eaters had started apparating into the alleys, and people noticed. Bellatrix made the first move, shooting a blasting curse at an Auror. Immediately, people started screaming, and Death Eaters exiting the alleys, Harry followed them out. An Auror overcoming his shock, shot a stunning spell at Harry. Harry easily rolled out of the eye, silently shooting an Incendio, Sectumsempra, and Stupify in quick succession at the man. Getting a better look, Harry saw that the man was middle-aged, obviously decently experienced. The man ducked underneath the Incendio, didn't move into the path of the Sectumsempra, and put up a shield against the stunner.
His shield almost shattered, but managed to block the spell, "Lacero!" Harry shouted, throwing as much power as possible into the spell. The man had only just brought his other shield down, and was shocked at how young Harry was, long enough that he only had enough time to cast a weak shield that the spell easily tore through. The man screamed for a moment as the spell tore him apart, literally. This drew the attention of another Auror, looking at him, Harry realized it was none other than Alastor Moody or Mad-Eye, a member of the Order of the Phoenix. The man disapparated away, then suddenly he, James, Lily, Sirius, and Dumbledore came back. Before they had time, Harry put all his power into a blasting curse and sent it into the ground in front of them. The ground exploded, sending huge boulders of dirt and rock where the five of them had been only moments before.
Harry felt his magic drain dangerously low. He grabbed his ashwood wand, and felt fire rise up in him as he used his bond with Goliath to take as much strength as he dared from his dragon. Looking up, he saw that Alastor and Dumbledore were completely fine, Lily had a few scrapes, James had dozens of shards of stone imbedded in his legs, and Sirius had a broken arm. They all looked shocked at the strength of the spell Harry had cast, the gash in the ground was at least five meters in diameter. Harry smirked, a Death Eater suddenly cast a spell at Sirius and he entered the battle. They all snapped out of their daze, going off to fight Death Eaters. Checking the sky, Harry saw the Dark Mark casting a glow in the air as spells flashed bellow it.
The concept of raids was funny, Harry thought, if everyone here that wasn't a Death Eater died, it was a success. If the Order managed to kill or imprison every single Death Eater, it was still a partial success, as the main job of Death Eaters were to cause chaos. Death Eaters tended to apparate away when they were badly injured though, so it was unlikely people could get every single one. A stunner was cast at Harry, without even really paying attention, Harry cast a Incendio back. He heard a scream, so he assumed it had hit. His magic levels were still at only about half. Turning, Harry saw that James of all people, was barreling toward him, wand raised.
After a second, Harry raised his wand, setting off five different weakish stunners in a plus formation. He hoped James would try to dodge, but sadly he didn't, instead putting up a strong shield. That helped as well because James used a lot of his magic on that shield against a weak spell. Harry waited until he was forced to put his shield down, Harry guessed it had used at least a third of his energy stores. Smirking underneath his mask, Harry cast a decently strong Incendio at a building, trying to provoke James into attacking. That was the nice thing about Incendio, it was like an enhanced normal fire, and it could spread on its own.
"Stupify! Expelliarmus!" James yelled, the two spells launching towards Harry. The disarming spell was easily avoided, and because the stunner was so low, Harry simply jumped over it.
Harry put his phoenix feather wand in his pocket, it didn't go well with dragon magic anyways. 'Oculto Gladio' He silently cast, feeling as the familiar weight of a sword landed in his hand. Of course, no one could see it. Grinning, Harry leaped the short distance between him and James, raising his sword. James tried to dodge it once he realized Harry was holding something invisible. A nasty gash slid across the entirety of his right arm, causing him to drop his wand. 'Accio Wand' Harry thought, watching as the wand flew to his hand. James glared at him, tried to snatch his wand back, failed, and then disapparated away. Grinning, Harry cast a dissolving charm on it, watching as the wand blew away as dust.
Spinning in a circle, Harry realized that the majority of the Death Eaters had disapparated, there were less than ten of them there, and very few dead Death Eaters. Sighing as he didn't have a single injury on him, Harry apparated to Death Eater headquarters. Soon after, Bellatrix and Severus came back, they both had a few injuries, Severus had a nasty looking slash running diagonally over his shoulder and on his back. He also looked like he might have been nearby when Harry blasted the ground to pieces. Bellatrix had blood running from her forehead down her face, but she didn't really seem to care. The other Death Eaters looked like they were all about to die or something, blood covered their capes and long slashes were drawn across them. Rolling his eyes, Harry realized they must have just not wanted to be bested by him. As he walked back to the floo, he saw some Death Eaters looking at him with contemplative looks, while others in respect or even fear. Shaking his head, Harry stepped into the floo, then appearing in Riddle Manor. Letting out a sigh, Harry plopped onto the couch near the fire, his magic was on the verge of magical exhaustion. He'd given all the dragon magic he had left back to Goliath.
After a minute, Harry got up and headed to the kitchen, there was a stack of all different kinds of sandwiches. Harry picked up a corned beef one with a lot of lettuce and mayo. Biting into it, Harry relished the flavor. Then he realized that over the whole fight he'd never gotten to using even one of the unforgivables, even though he knew he could cast them. Shrugging, Harry proceeded to eat more. He'd learned that because of his bond with Goliath he had a slightly faster metabolism, mainly digestion though. It also gave Harry slightly more strength and speed, but since he never did extreme fitness training, it just made him seem like he did do fitness training of some sort.
'Tempus' Harry thought, seeing it was three pm. Going out into the forest, Harry decided to hunt for something for Goliath to eat. After casting a silencing and odorless charm on himself, Harry crept into the woods. About a mile or so into the woods, Harry finally saw a piece of prey, a huge stag. Harry knew it wasn't Prongs, but it was fun to pretend as he imperiused the stag so that it went to Goliath's cage then went to sleep. Breathing in the fresh air, Harry headed back to Goliath's cage with the stag. Once there, Harry looked around to see that Goliath was likely hunting as well. He sat down, deciding on how he would tell Goliath about his raid, as they had been far enough apart that Goliath couldn't sense it through their bond. Harry smiled, the new life he had with Voldemort was amusingly better than his life had ever been with the Potters.
-= Order of the Phoenix Headquarters =-
Remus watched with an eyebrow raised as he watched first Dumbledore, then Alastor, James, Sirius, and Lily entered the room. They were all covered in dirt, and James, Sirius, and Lily had dozens of rocks in them. James also was lacking a wand, looked miserable, and had a huge gash on his right arm. Then Remus quickly gave each of them a washcloth and a few healing potions. A moment after that, Snape stumbled through the floo, a startled look on his face. He had dirt covering him as well and a gash running onto his back. It was clear though that he had been wearing a Death Eater mask Molly and Arthur Weasley had walked into the room as well, it was clear they hadn't been in the fight though.
After a moment, Arthur spoke, "What happened?" he asked. Dumbledore had cleaned his hands and face.
Dumbledore opened his mouth, but Snape spoke first, "The Dark Prince happened," he growled, wincing as he dabbed one of the potions directly onto his scrape.
"Dark Prince?" Molly asked, she had a huge bandage roll in her hand as she wrapped it around James's arm. She muttered something about them getting Madam Pomfrey as.
Sirius gave her a look, shaking his head, "I guess no one's bothered to tell her, it's only been at least a YEAR after we found out," he sighed.
"Well?" Molly asked, putting her hands on her hips when she realized she must've been left out of something. Arthur just looked vaguely surprised, and perhaps a bit annoyed, but it was impossible to tell.
"The Dark Prince, as he is referred to, is Voldemort's son. Snape, being one of the Inner Circle, was introduced to him last year. Snape also tipped us off about the raid that the Dark Prince was going on, which was why we were available when Moody told us what was happening," Dumbledore explained, the blue twinkle in his eyes all but nonexistent, everyone winced at the use of Voldemort's name.
"Did he do… This?" Arthur gestured to them, "To all of you?"
"Yes, he blasted a huge hole in the ground, then proceeded to attack me as if nothing happened," James told him, pressing the cold washcloth on his shoulder, "He's adept in silent spells and put this slash on my shoulder with some sort of invisible sword."
Remus gasped, a little boy, likely barely older than eight or possibly seven, was able to do this? "B-but that's impossible! No one could be that powerful! At that age, I would say that he would grow to be the next Merlin! Are you sure it wasn't someone else? Maybe an exceptional Death Eater?" He stated, a normal wizard didn't even show accidental magic until the age of 9 or 10, and their magical cores were strong enough to use at an age of 11.
"I'm afraid, my boy, that it is possible, and true. We likely do have a second Merlin on our hands, and added on that, he's likely to grow up to be a Dark Lord," Dumbledore said, "Should he reach his prime age, he would be able to destroy anyone in his path, even if Voldemort…" Dumbledore started, everyone winced again, "As I told you before, fear of the name only instills more fear of the thing itself! As I was saying, if Voldemort and I teamed up, it would still be unlikely we would be able to take down a full grown Dark Prince. Knowing the Dark Lord though, he likely as this boy under his complete control, he wouldn't ever risk himself, even for a boy as powerful as this one."
"You said that if he reached his prime age, what do you expect we should do? It would be wrong to just kill the boy, as you said, it's just You-Know-Who's manipulation that makes him evil," Lily told him.
"I say we kill him! It's not worth the risk, did you hear what Dumbledore said? This Dark Prince is powerful enough that if we let him live, he'll likely kill us all in the future!" Alastor exclaimed, "If the Boy-Who-Lived lasts long enough to kill Voldemort, it will be too late to change the Dark Prince's mind! And that's if that prophecy even is accurate!"
"Of course it's accurate! Have you seen what a powerful wizard Griffith is? He could easily grow up to be the next Dumbledore!" James defended his son.
"Merlin" Snape told them, "Did you not listen to what Dumbledore said? It doesn't matter if Griffith grows to be as strong as Dumbledore, this Dark Prince will be the strongest wizard in centuries!"
"Pah! I doubt it! No one's ever survived the killing curse, not even Merlin! Granted, he was never hit with it," James told them, obviously starting to take the claims personally.
"That's the thing isn't it? Anyone alive might have the ability to survive the killing curse just like your son did, just because they were never hit with it doesn't mean anything," Dumbledore countered calmly.
"B- I guess you're right, what do we do though?" James sighed, defeated, "If Griffith destroys Voldemort, then the Dark Prince will destroy him."
"I think that you should go to the ministry professor, surely your position as head of Wizengamot right?" Lily asked.
"An excellent idea Lily! I would normally say that Fudge would just deny Voldemort's return like always, but the proof is undeniable," Dumbledore declared, eyes starting to twinkle again, "I will request a bounty of some sort on the capture of the Dark Prince, he is still young and foolish, and should be easy to catch."
"Well then Albus, the sooner the better, is it not? You should depart right now! Before the Ministry closes for the night!" Alastor said, his glass eye focusing on Dumbledore as he excitedly started to practically drag him towards the fire.
Letting out a slightly exasperated sigh, Dumbledore took a handful of floo powder throwing it into the fire and disappearing through the green flames.
-= Ministry of Magic =-
"Millicent, I fear we have a problem," Dumbledore sighed as he walked into her office. Millicent Bagnold, the current Minister of Magic, looked up.
"Yes, yes we do," she said, recalling the report an injured auror had given only a few minutes before Dumbledore arrived, "You-Know-Who has returned, I'm considering resigning, I don't think I could bare another war," she groaned, being the Minister of Magic was an extremely stressful job, and a schoolmate she'd had, Cornelius Fudge, seemed more than eager for the position.
"I fear that that is the least of our worries," Dumbledore told her, she turned to him with a look of surprise, "You heard about the explosion, yes?" He asked.
"Of course! Who wouldn't notice it, the Auror who told me about it said it was the combined effort of multiple Death Eaters. If they can combine their magic like that, just imagine the chaos they could cause!" She exclaimed, not understanding what Dumbledore meant.
"I fear it is much worse than that," Dumbledore told her, "That spell was not cast by a group, it was cast by one…"
Millicent cut him off, "One? Of course! It must have been one of his Inner Circle, or perhaps You-know-who himself! Any full-fledged wizard of power near you or You-know-who's power could do it! Do you know who did it?" She asked, hoping to find the solution to at least one of her problems.
"As I was saying, it was cast by a boy," Dumbledore paused, Millicent's eyes widened, "Who goes by the name of the Dark Prince. This boy has been expected to exist by the Order for a year now. He is likely seven or eight, and extremely powerful. I'm afraid, that should he reach his prime, he will become more powerful than even his father or myself."
"His father? Dark Prince, no, tell me his father isn't who I think he is!" Millicent gasped.
"I'm afraid he is, the Dark Lord Voldemort has a son whom could easily become the next Merlin."
AN hehehehhhe! Sorry… I am making Harry extremely OP if you somehow had any worries about that :. I love Nightcore music! I was listening to all these different songs and they make me imagine evil things. Like how two of the songs (Nightcore- The Phoenix, and Nightcore- My Demons) seem to fit Harry extremely well :D or at least how I imagine Harry. Also, I'm making Mad-Eye as paranoid and slightly ruthless as possible. Next chapter… I'm actually not sure what to put in it. I want to do at least one more childhood chapter (if not more) before Hogwarts.
-Ariana Flynn Riddle :D