Chapter 6

Magic perhaps

Helltanz's notes:

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Disclaimer: come on you should know the drill by now

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Chapter begin

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Harry tapped his fingers impatiently, oh perhaps he was being paranoid but it wasn't like he was bringing an entire army to the train station with him. The younger wizard however was still annoyed, research wise he was behind schedule due to the whole wizarding world incident.

A large chunk of his time had gotten eaten up by having to familiarize himself with the society, which he admitted grudgingly was an acceptable waste of time. Dealing with the wizards themselves was as slightly, yeah right, more annoying task.

He carefully swept the packed train station, after all he was early so most of the morning commuters hadn't departed yet.

"Can I help you sonny?" inquired an elderly train worker, probably a few years away from retiring given the wrinkles and white hair.

The wizard schooled his features, "Ah no sir just looking for an associate of mine, meeting ¾ past platform 9, not the best idea yes?" He remarked, and it was true he was waiting for an associate, who was reconnoitering the area.

"Seems overly complicated if you ask me," Agreed the train worker, "If you need some help just head over to that desk, and ask for Andrew he's my replacement for this shift, take care kid,"

Harry nodded, "Aye much obliged," Harry responded his eyes narrowed after the man headed off. The magic he had gathered returning to his reserves. 'this is overly complicated riding a train that departs kings cross this is absurd.'

"I could kill him if you like?" Remarked a voice in his ear, Harry shook his head and stormed past a gaggle of newly arrived red heads who were talking to damn loud.

He frowned, "Don't draw attention," He muttered to the voice, 'I really should have come earlier than this ,' He though irritably shifting his trunk from hand to hand. It had a weight reduction charm on it, as well as wheels, which was apparently a recent addition to wizard trunks so it wasn't that difficult to move.

The young wizard pushed through the barrier nearly colliding with another magic user. His eyes narrowed the platform wasn't exceptionally crowded, yet, seeing as he was early, not as early as he had wanted to be though.

The witch stood up angrily, Harry flexed his gloved hands in exasperation, and in a subtle gesture to his invisible 'ally' to back down.

"Watch where you are going," She snapped.

Oh there was no way he was going to take this, "if you weren't standing in front of the door you idiot it wouldn't have happened." Despite some maturity Harry was still eleven and the fact he could throw fireballs amongst other things didn't mean he was above petty arguments. "Don't blame me for your own faults,"
The witch scowled, she couldn't have been much older than him, hopefully he wouldn't see here at the damned, Harry's annoyance talking, school any more than necessary, which would probably be asking to much as it was. "Why you," She spluttered at him.

Harry sighed latched onto her arm and stepped sideways, pulling her with him as anoth group rushed through the barrier, this time at breakneck speeds.
Katie Bell, soon to be starting her second year as a Griffindor, blinked as he let go of her arm, and cast a disparaging glare at the people who had just come through the barrier.

"Just shut up," Harry growled, "and walk," He stepped past her and walked towards the train, invisible ally in tow.

Katie gritted her teeth, "Hey!" She shouted indignantly, before blushing at shouting in public, as he kept walking.

Hopefully he could find a compartment, stow his trunk and get a feel of the platform before final boarding call was sounded after all chances were he would be seeing a lot of this place over the next few years. He already had a team of goblins scouring the area as well.

Katie trailed after, though she was not quite sure why she was following the potent young wizard, who had just seen the scarlet colored train and given a rather derisive snort. The dark haired preteen wrenched open the door to an unclaimed compartment and stepped inside, the Griffindor girl following after, having slightly more trouble dragging her trunk.

"Having trouble?" He commented more than questioned eyeing the trunk.

She glared defiantly back at least for a moment after dragging the trunk inside the compartment, "You're…"

He stepped forward in an instant covering her mouth, as the door closed behind the two, seemingly on its own, though Katie didn't notice. "Don't shout it for all to hear," The wizard snapped irritably, "and yes, I am," After another second he stepped back, and lowered his hand from her mouth, "Well then I've something to do before the train departs," He stepped to the side and then forward and opened the door leaving Katie to stow her trunk.

The Platform was beginning to get crowded with people, both students and their families, and Harry frowned considering turning back for a moment and letting his minions handle the matter of scouting.

As it stood the Death Eaters were really not used to getting beaten or even having people fight back against them, and the fact that the Diagon Alley incident had been a rather public thrashing they didn't want the public to get the wrong notion in their head.

Without the Dark Lord leadership of the group had splintered with certain members of the inner circle leading groups for their own goals, though remaining nominally the same group for the most part.

The fact was the 'country club's' ego was hurting, by and large. Some of the members still recognized that acting rashly would just complicate matters, other just simply were too blinded by their pride to care. It was this latter group who decided to try and pick a fight at King's Cross station.

A beam of light hurtled through the air as the Death Eater's entered the train only for a moment later for that lead Death Eater to slump in a slightly smoking heap to the ground.

Harry scowled, "Do these idiots have a death wish," He complained as the screaming began to start, his invisible companion said nothing. "Kill them, I'll be back,"

The wizard stepped back and teleported back to his compartment, shocking Katie, who he paid no mind to. He shrugged off his restraints savoring the arcane energy as it surged through and around him.

As a baby he had been the 'Dark Lord's' Equal. The very same dark lord who had researched all manner of obscure magics and had reigned terror for two decades.

Harry, well Harry generally preferred liberal application of force, very liberal, and waiting for the enemy to come to him didn't suit his tastes, so he would take the fight to them.

A dozen darts of magic slammed into a group of three. Magic 'arrows' would be overkill, and a waste of energy not that that quite mattered for him, in this close of quarters, and were slower in the rate he could unleash them when compared to the darts.

Of course rate of fire came at the price of being, the darts, smaller projectiles, which didn't do as much damage to an area.

"Potter!" roared one of the masked wizards.

Harry ducked low, and energy flew from his palm as he dodged an azure colored spell that had been fired his way. His own attack winged the wizard burning through the man's bicep with a sizzle, had it been a magic arrow it would have taken the arm clean off of the body. Flames leapt from his other hand singing the column the wizard had ducked behind.

The Death Eaters were a threat to him if he wasn't careful, he knew that now, but they were only a threat if they could hit him.

Harry vanished, reappearing and lashing out with a wave of raw kinetic force on the opposite side of the column smacking the Death Eater into it, before vanishing and reappearing at his starting position.

The wizards for the most part, children especially, were either frozen in surprise or beginning to panic. Explosions hit a dust bin near Harry, and the Death Eater wizard paid for his imprecise shot as Harry retaliated with his much more combat oriented magic. Sonic energy, the culmination of the last two weeks of work, ruptured the wizard's ear drums causing blood to run from his ears and eyes to water.

The man dropped to his knees, Harry grimaced and hurled the wizard toward his compatriots with a thought, his magic augmented senses counted a dozen at least but no more than two dozen of the enemy, he could be sure though with so many in the station and all the commotion.

Power coursed through his veins angrily, unrestrained, only his gloves remained, restraining and tempering the terrible arcane power. His wrists burned in pain where the bands tightly gripped down, but he paid it no mind.

The gloves removal was to dangerous, they remained on even in this situation, besides there were some marks he preferred hidden. He lashed out again baleful energy hefting up one of the new Death Eaters and hurling him tremendously hard against the wall of the platform.

This was the 3rd time they had attacked him, and Harry was quite sick of it. Energy bubbled to the surface and he struck.
His spell repertoire was limited and though he had many ideas, dozens of spells in various states of research, only a few by comparison he had mastered full. If he was going to be attacked like this he would need to expand his collection of spells.

Lashes of flame burned the air. Yes his arsenal was limited that would need to change quickly and he couldn't rely on the guarantee of his own forces as originally he had though would be able to.

Oh yes in this particular instance incident he had them and back up, but there was no assurance it would the same in the future.

Acid ate through clothes and flesh causing the air to be pierced with screams as Harry focused further and deeper into his magic. Harry thrust his palm outwards sending one of the Death Eater's flying.

He paid little mind as another wizard stunned the dazed terrorist as the 'boy who lived' summoned lightning and unleashed it. The energy leapt from his finger tips and arced across three Death Eaters sending them into painful spasms.

The group of goblin minions he had scouting the area had gotten the last group of Death Eaters who were left on the field, it seemed.

Magic receded slowly as Harry regained full control of his mental functions, and then took the time to survey the scene,

"The enemy are vanquished, either dead, wounded, or set to flight," Remarked the tall humanoid who had finally become visible.

Harry's eyes narrowed behind his glasses, "I have asked you to not pop up like that its positively infuriating," He grunted, clamping down on his irritation at the dark elf. "Lets go," The wizard remarked heading back to 'his' compartment, if the Death Eater's were making an attack it would be prudent to open a stable gate and call reinforcements, not that he really had all that much to spare as reinforcements went. He slid the door open angrily, all the while ignoring the various scrambling parents and students, and red cloaked wizards who were now running to and fro.

Katie Bell had apparently thought it prudent to mess with one of his suppressors in his absence, "You didn't leave her like that?" His ally inquired.

Harry ignored the smart ass remark and knelt down undoing the belt thus 'breaking the circuit' as it were.

The door opened, "Excuse me trained mediwizard," announced the man stepping into the compartment, seemingly paying the Dark Elf no more attention that he would any other wizard in this situation, "Did you mover her?"
"Of course not," Harry growled,

The man apparently didn't notice the irritation, "Good lad, I'll take it from here," The wizard remarked drawing his wand causing the Dark Elf to raise an eyebrow, even as more wizards arrived.

One of the red cloaked wizards, an Auror, stepped forward, "Mr. Potter, Auror Renalds, sire its an honor to meet you sir," the man stammered extending his hand before pulling back after the dusky skinned humanoid tensed up,

A tall dark haired man in, very expensive looking, wizard robes burst in, "You've found her?" He demanded breathlessly pushing his way through the throng of wizards.

"Yes, Lord Bell, but it doesn't look good severe magical exhaustion," The 'mediwizard' babbled on for a few minutes. "I've no idea what kind of curse, never heard of such a thing."
Harry frowned this definitely was a pain in the ass, and would probably delay the train, which was unacceptable. "enough," He growled, "In this situation you're useless go somewhere where you will be useful," The young wizard hissed stepping forward, "and the same to the rest of

Now see here, Mr. Potter I am a train medical," He went silent as the Dark elf, as silent as he had been, stepped forward dark blue energy glowing from his hand. The Aurors split half taking a step forward the others a step back.

"Come on then lets just step outside then," Renalds remarked, Harry gave the faintest of nods as they left the room and shut the door.

Harry reached up and undid his glove pulling it off. The skin was pale and marred with numerous small scars, and around his wrist and palms were tightly wrapped bandages; not all conversations with potential minions or allies went well but Harry was nothing if not resilient. "Stupid girl," He muttered disparagingly to her unconscious and shivering form.

His still gloved hand moved down and pulled the tee shirt up while he could this with the glove on it wasn't like sapping energy, of which this was the opposite of, and the glove would siphon off some of the energy, and Harry didn't feel like wasting any.

He felt the soft beating of the witch's heart as his place his hand over it energy, pure magic not directly affiliated with an element, flowed from his palm.

The energy flowed from what amounted to one generator's battery to another battery, of much smaller capacity. Years of working on his own reserves, which were of course already large, having been born as 'the dark lord's' equal meant his magical power was quite significant.

Harry Potter stood up wasting a few seconds to pull her shirt back down to its proper place, before he pulled his glove on and turned his back as Katie's eyes fluttered, and stirred as he stepped towards the door. "It is done," He remarked after opening the door, "I'm going to go make sure we leave we leave on time,"
The wizards nodded dumbly before reentering the compartment. "What do you suppose he did, I've never heard of of anything that could cure magical exhaustion," Commented one of the aurors.

"He's Harry Potter of course," Renalds the Auror remarked to the other wizard.

Lord Bell looked pensive, after confirming his daughter's well being, he spoke up, "well then I do believe I need to have a word with Dumbledore," He announced, 'and see about getting the boy place directly in Gryffindor,' The man thought considering the political benefitsof having the boy who lived and his daughter together.

Harry stepped on to the Platform, and almost immediately wanted to blast something, "You, precisely what is it you think you are doing?" He snapped at one of the wizards already readying a full magical assault of his own.

The man turned, "There Goblins kid,"

Kid, Harry thought, seriously that was getting on his nerves he had yet to see any of these weaklings throw so much as a fire arrow around, show some bleeding respect. "No they are vassals of my house, my vassals," Flames wrapped around his left hand, "and an attack on them is a slight to me," An arrow of flame about three times larger than the usual formed.

While not as common these days the system of vassalage was still legal, and pissing off the kid who can make a meter long bolt of white hot glowing fire probably wasn't the best idea.

Harry scowled much as he want to blast the idiot, and he really wanted to blast him, he admitted it was better to focus on leaving the station on time rather than picking a fight.

Thankfully it seemed that could be accomplished without any lost of 'face'. The wizard scowled after allowing the man to 'apologize', at the behest of the supervising Auror.

Now that that problem had been addressed, he turned to survey the platform. As it stood a few fires had been set during the quick exchange, and apparently there had been a few more Death Eaters than he had originally thought, that could have been dangerous.

Right now however it hardly mattered, especially since a few of the wizard adults had reacted like they actually had spines. Harry shook his head in annoyance, "This train will leave on time," He stated, "The Death Eaters will not be permitted a chance to hit the platform again," With a sweep of his hand flames hissed and died.

The wizards of the 'wizarding world' were generally, especially in large groups, lacking in two things common sense and logic, generally, but they weren't totally stupid. "But what if the Death Eaters attack the train," stammered an older wizard clutching his wand.

"Well," Auror Renalds grumbled loudly, "I think we should listen to mister Potter," Harry's frown deepened at the sudden increase in clamor.

The good news in any case was that the train was undamaged, and the platform likewise seemed fine, nothing that couldn't' be fixed in time for hols. With a scowl Harry turned away from the crowds, something was going on.

Perhaps he was underestimating the Death Eaters it was possible these could simple be probing maneuvers, which would imply they had the numbers that allowed them to waste such forces, attempts to flesh out his abilities or not, who could say with certainty.

Still it was a worry, and a possible one at that. The fact remained his pools of manpower were still and would be for years far too low to fight an open war, even if he did get full Dark Elf support.

The Parents were all continuing to clamor about, but this time they seemed to be congregating; probably metting up with people they knew or rather were friends or acquaintances with.

"Well then," He muttered , "Its not paranoia if they are actually out there and actively moving against you," The wizard remarked, wizarding laws truly were archaic at least from the standpoint of comparing it to the non magical world; of course Harry hated the muggle world.

He of course also despised anything that fettered him in the slightest but that was another matter all together. The young wizard stepped back onto the train at present he had neither the justification or the resources free to be able to place minions at the school. Especially considering that there were the ancient by laws forbidding 'non magical' vassals explicitly except in certain cases.

With the first Harry wasn't quite arrogant as to think he had the power to fight a whole nation of magic users at least not yet, perhaps he could in years to come but not yet, besides the castle was going to be well defended. The second issue was like always the matter of manpower. Beings summoned and their progeny would be loyal but the summoning was taxing to say the least.

Harry sighed stepping into his compartment which was empty for the moment and dropping down on to the seat rubbing the bridge of his nose. The train wasn't late yet, after all it was barely a quarter before eleven.

The wizard world had opportunities, Harry recognized this, and soon he could begin to work on gaining the resources it presented, and then things could move from there.

"Err… hey," Greeted a voice from the doorway as Harry reached for one of his research journals.

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Chapter conclusion

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Helltanz's notes: I'll throw an email at my beta later and hopefully in the coming month my update schedule will be back up and running.

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