Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl: Weapons of Magic
Soooo, Chapter Three. Harry will be in this chapter, and you'll see why I said at Chapter one I got this idea from X-men. Warning: There are a few foul words in this chapter, just to let you know.
I changed some things. I know at the end of the seventh book, there's the epilogue where Harry is married to Ginny and has like two or three kids. But I changed that here. Since this is just a few years after Hogwarts, he hasn't married Ginny yet. Ron and Hermione got married already.
Disclaimer: Everybody knows I don't own Harry Potter or anybody else, except my own made up characters.
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Harry Potter screamed in pain as the needles sunk into him. He was in an underwater tank, with an oxygen mask strapped to his face so he could breath, wearing just a pair of black shorts that came to his knees. They had told him frankly that this would be painful, but Harry couldn't imagine anything more painful than the several bouts of the Crucio torture curse that he had been forced to endure over the past three months.
He felt something sink what felt like little pin needles into the base of skull and something clanked behind his head. The rest of the needles in his body sunk in a little further, and whatever was being pumped through them sank into his body.
He screamed in agony, expecting his mind to crack from the pain, his sanity shredding and blowing away like cloth fragments in the wind. He struggled against the metal bonds but couldn't escape. He couldn't see anything outside the tank. The water was swirling a bit and he didn't have his glasses. He didn't care anyway, because the agony was so consuming, he could think of nothing else. This was nothing like any of the tortures they forced him to suffer night and day the past three months. It was so much worse.
His bones felt like they were melting. If he had been able to pay attention, he would have seen the blue sparks crackling along his body. He could barely suck in enough breath to scream anymore. He couldn't stop.
It felt like his bones were growing solid again. He could feel something forming or growing in his arms and hands, which only added to his suffering. Something hurt terribly in his back, but he couldn't tell what.
The sparks continued to crackle along his body and the thing behind his head now seemed firmly attached and it hurt, badly. His bonds seem to grow tighter, almost cutting into his skin. Blue sparks continued to fizzle, almost merrily, along his body.
His eyes rolled into his head and he almost managed to pass out from the pain. Before hand, they had put a magic adrenaline patch on him, to keep him awake so he would suffer through every minute of the process and be lucid afterwards. He wanted nothing more than to pass out so he wouldn't have to feel anything. He never wanted to feel again.
Slowly, the pain began recede. Too slowly, but it did. Harry lay gasping in the water tank, his throat raw from screaming. He felt something fizzle slightly in his throat and the rawness went away. The pain receded until it nothing more than an ache in his body. The needles receded.
He wondered how much of this he would have to endure. When would they just kill him and be done with it?
He heard voices outside the tank.
"I think it worked."
"Good," said a familiar voice. The one that ordered all the tortures he had faced these past months. The person cruel enough to use little girls against him and make him endure more, just to keep them from suffering.
He thought he heard a faint sob. He opened his eyes, but couldn't see much. The water around him was almost still. The ache was going away. His bonds felt painful, like they had gotten tighter.
"Get him up," said the male voice, his main torturer. "He's mine now, and will do as I command."
Harry felt rage seething up. He wanted to kill that man, plus every other person that had a hand in making him suffer. He wanted to kill them and rip their intestines from their bodies. The pain they would feel would be nothing compared to what he had underwent.
He would kill Aeron.
With a roar of rage, he broke free of the bonds, and busted the glass in the top of the tank he was in. He stood up, water pouring off him, as the glass shattered and went everywhere. He heard screams.
"You will obey me," said Aeron's voice.
Harry seen the shadowy figure before him and lunged, realizing he had something that looked like swords poking out of the tops of his hands, like giant claws or something. He lunged and sank them into the person before him.
The water cleared from his eyes and as they adjusted he seen he had just stabbed somebody he did not want to kill.
Blood sank from the person chest and he heard a gasp as the body fell on the floor with a soft thump, blooding sinking into the person's clothes. The person lay still.
"NO!" he shrieked.
"Stand up and come to me," said Aeron's voice.
"GO TO HELL!" roared Harry, sliding a claw between his skull and the device in the base of it. He ripped it out, ignoring the pain. He felt something fizzle around his skull.
He threw the device across the room, hitting someone in the head with it. They screamed and fell down.
Gary, one of the men who had taken delight in torturing him stepped forward, a crowbar in his hands. He had hit Harry several times in the past months with, enjoying Harry's yells and laughing when he collapsed on the ground, a bone broken, or something bleeding on him.
Harry lunged forward and slit Gary's throat before Gary could even raise the crowbar. A few other people rushed at him, wands raised, but Harry lashed his claws out, stabbing and slicing at them, so they lay dead or moaning on the floor, crawling away, trailing blood.
But his real target was Aeron, who stood looking at him calmly with those blue-green eyes, a slight smile on his face.
"Obey me."
"FUCK YOU!" screamed Harry running forward.
Aeron raised his wand and said a word and something blasted out of it. Harry dodged and it hit the tank, shattering it.
"Fuck," swore Aeron. "Why isn't he obeying me?"
He turned and ran. Harry seen a circuit panel and lashed his claws at it. Sparks erupted from it and caught on fire.
A few people ran around the room, shrieking in terror, not knowing what to do. There was a tank of gasoline and Harry opened it and emptied it around the room and lashed his claws together, causing a spark to form. The gasoline caught on fire and the people screamed more and ran. Aeron was on a balcony, darting away. Wings erupted from Harry's back and he took flight in the air, heading for Aeron.
Aeron pointed his wand at circuit panel, and it burst into flames.
Aeron seemed to be planning to burn his own lab down, and get away, hoping that Harry would be trapped inside. Aeron went through a door as a huge explosion came from below, the gas flames reaching a huge tank of chemicals. A fireball roared and swelled, then reached up. Harry shot up wards, toward the high glass ceiling. He braced for impact and crashed through it, spinning into the air, high above the lab hidden in the mountains.
He hovered, seeing the building erupt in more flames. A whole piece fell away entirely and crashed down the mountainside. A piece of shrapnel hit Harry in the wings and he pin-wheeled wildly and fell, not sure how to regain control.
He fell into the river below and was carried downstream. He struggled to the surface and tried to grab onto a piece of wood floating by. He missed and was carried down a waterfall.
"Oh shit," he muttered, before his mouth filled with water and as he fell he hit his head on something and everything went black.
Snape was by himself in the woods, looking for the place where they thought they may have tracked Harry too. They had looked for months, following false leads and cold trails, desperate to find him. Hermione had begun to lose hope, thinking him dead, despite how her husband, Ron, said Harry was a fighter and would make it. They had taken a boat out into the ocean, to investigate and island, and Snape had followed this lead here into the woods, by a river.
He was standing several hundred yards away from a water fall when he looked up and heard an explosion off in the distance and even seen a bit of smoke rise above the trees. He ran forward a bit and a few minutes later, seen something falling down the waterfall.
He went close to the base, scanning the waters, looking. Then he saw it, a body floating face down, being carried by the slower current of this part of the river.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Snape muttered, pointing the wand at the body, clad only in black shorts. The body lifted up and Snape made it drift onto the bank.
"Oh no," he said, recognizing the body. He rolled it onto its back. It was Harry.
"Harry," he shouted, shaking him. Harry was covered in scars, his face had some, some fainter, others newer looking. His chest and back had a ton of them, and so did his arms. There were neat, even little scars just before each knuckle on the backs of his hand. He looked like he somehow gotten a lot more muscular, but still seemed kind of skinny, the muscles looked a bit ropy. Of course, the lightning bolt scar was still on his forehead.
Harry coughed and spluttered a bit, blinking away the water.
"Harry, it's me," said Snape. "Thank God we found you!"
Harry tensed and sat up, pulling his arm away. Then he seen Snape and relaxed a bit.
"Snape?"
"We've been looking for you for ages!" said Snape. "Are you okay? It's been three months! Where were you?"
Harry ran a hand through his watery hair, slicking it back. "Up there." He pointed. "That's where they took me."
"We had all kinds of false leads and didn't know where you were,"
"They probably did that so you wouldn't find me," said Harry getting up.
"I-uh, you want some clothes that aren't soaked?" asked Snape. "Wait, is anybody going to be following you?"
Harry shook his head. "I think one escaped, but he won't be following, everybody died in the explosion and-" he cut off, thinking of the one he'd stabbed by accident.
Snape fished a black shirt out his pack, plus some shorts that were similar to Harry's. He found some clean boxer shorts and socks, and shoes.
"Hope these fit," he said, handing over the clothes and shoes. He turned his back so Harry could change.
"Okay, thank you," said Harry, grateful for the dry clothes. Snape turned around while Harry dressed.
"What happened up there?"
Harry's face darkened. He did not want to talk about everything that gone on up there, and he wasn't sure how to tell him about his new "abilities". He couldn't just say, "Oh, I got wings now, like a freakin' bird and big claw things pop out of my hands, but it's all good."
Harry wrung out the wet shorts and went sat on a big rock farther down the river. Snape followed and sat down next to him.
"I seen the scars," he said quietly. "I can guess you were tortured."
"Do you have any food?" asked Harry.
"Yeah." Snape dug around in his pack and pulled out some dried beef jerky. Harry tore into the bag like he hadn't eaten in a week, which he hadn't.
"I guess they starved you too," said Snape, looking at a few scars crisscrossing Harry's right cheek.
Harry wished Snape would shut up. He didn't want to talk about it, all the stuff that had happened-the torture, being starved-the little girls-
Having demolished half the bag, he promptly leaned over and threw it all up on the ground.
He coughed and heaved a moment. "I guess I shouldn't have eaten that so fast." He handed the bag back. "Sorry I wasted it."
"When did you eat last?" asked Snape.
Harry thought a moment. "It was about a week ago." Snape's eyes widened and he dug out some crackers.
"Eat a couple of those slowly," he said, and then handed over a canteen of water.
Harry ate half a cracker slowly and sipped some water. He was thirsty and wanted to chug down the entire thing, but he would probably throw that up too. He waited a few moments, glad Snape had finally shut up, then nibbled the rest of a cracker.
"Harry, what did they do you?" asked Snape. "We need to know what went on there, so we can tell the Order and figure out what else to do. Who escaped?"
"Aeron," said Harry shortly.
"Who is he?" asked Snape.
"He's a dark wizard," said Harry. "He told me he wanted to rid the world of Muggles and let the Fairies come to the surface, so the world is just them and the magical people. Told me he would make me help him do that."
"So he tried to torture you to make you help?" asked Snape, looking at some scars going down Harry's right arm.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Harry, his voice angry. Why couldn't Snape have just shut his mouth. Before he died, Snape had been meaner usually. Since coming back to life, he'd softened up slightly, and didn't treat Harry like a bag of poo.
"We should go," said Snape.
Harry refilled the canteen and Snape let him carry it and the crackers, so he could nibble as they went, to get his stomach used to food again.
Snape seemed to know where they were going so Harry just followed him. Snape looked as though he wanted to ask a question a few times, but thought better of it. Judging by the dark look on Harry's face, he wouldn't tell Snape anything.
They stopped to rest at night, after hours of walking. Harry felt worn out and Snape pulled out two things from his pack that looked to be no bigger than postage stamps. He waved his wand over them and they became full size sleeping bags.
"Nifty little things," said Snape.
"Yeah," said Harry, reflecting on how much Snape had changed. Snape would never have said nifty before he got killed.
Snape made a fire and Harry asked him how everyone was doing. Snape told him and Harry was glad all his friends were okay. He hadn't known they'd been put in a cave after Harry had been kidnapped. He was glad they were okay.
Harry lay on top of the sleeping bag. It wasn't cold enough to need to get into it. The fire crackled merrily and Snape said he would stay awake for a few hours and they could switch watches. Snape had a book to read and Harry finally managed to fall asleep after a while.
He had nightmares.
Aeron pointed in his wand at Harry.
"Crucio!"
And Harry was screaming in agony on the floor of the main lab room, where most of the torturing was done. It probably only lasted thirty seconds or so, but it felt like thirty years, the pain was so intense. Harry lay gasping when it was done, and Aeron laughed at him.
"Now, you have a choice. I can torture the girl with the Crucio curse, or you can take it for her."
"Just me, not her," Harry gasped. "I'll take it."
"How noble," sneered Aeron, although Harry wasn't trying to be noble.
Every time he would take it for the girl, so he wouldn't have to see her gasping and screaming on the floor in pain. He couldn't bear the thought of it. Her mind would probably snap quickly, being only eight or so. Every time he took it for her, and the girl would sob and beg Aeron to stop hurting Harry.
Harry awoke in a cold sweat on the sleeping bag. Snape was looking at him over the fire, his book lowered slightly. He had seen Harry writhing and moaning on the sleeping bag, obviously having some kind of horrid nightmare.
Harry sat up quickly. "You can go to bed," he mumbled, embarrassed.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"What-what did you dream about?"
"Don't worry about it," Harry snapped. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap."
"It's okay. " Snape put his book away and lay down.
Harry was supposed to wake him up in a few hours to take another shift, but Harry wasn't tired anymore. Looking at the fire, he realized he didn't need his glasses anymore. Everything was clear. Harry looked at his hands and arms and could see the scars all quite clearly. For all the fancy magic wizards had, to levitating things and sleeping bags that could be shrunk down to the size of postage stamps, they had not developed a cure to make people not need glasses. Yet the machine Aeron had put Harry into it had cured. He went through three months of hell for better vision.
He felt the back of his head. There was no wound there from there that thing had been stuck to it. He had an idea and checked to make sure Snape was asleep. He was snoring slightly. Harry made the claws come out his hand and examined them. They looked to be made of steel, but he knew it was stronger than that. And they just came right out his skin above the knuckles on the back of his hand, through slits in the skin. They hurt coming out as they had to cut the skin to get out. He clicked them together lightly and then poked a finger at the tip of one. A cut appeared and a little blue spark appeared and healed it.
Amazed, Harry stared at his finger. There was nothing there now. He ran one of his claws swiftly across his arm, cutting himself. Blood oozed from it, a few drops hitting the earth. Blue sparks popped up around the cut, sealing it up, leaving nothing but a thin scar.
"Magic," he whispered. "It's like fairy magic."
Harry made the claws go back in, and sparks appeared around the slits in the skin and healed them up, leaving the little neat scars.
Harry leaned against a tree, impressed. So he would self heal now if he was injured. Fairies did the same thing. He wondered if he'd have to go get an acorn and bury it in the ground like they did to replenish it. He hoped not, that sounded like a pain in the butt.
He felt like a monster though. What human had wings and claws that could slice through somebody in a second?
He borrowed Snape's book and found it was a magical one, that had a bunch of different novels it in, all packaged neatly into something that didn't look much bigger than an address book. Harry found newspapers and read those, occasionally nibbling crackers.
He awoke Snape in the morning.
"It's morning already?" asked Snape, blinking. "I thought you were going to a wake me again."
"I wasn't tired," said Harry, glad, because he didn't want to have to go back to his nightmares again.
"You sure?" asked Snape.
"Wide awake." Harry blinked at him.
Snape produced a thermos of hot coffee from his pack and they shared it. It never went empty and tasted like hazelnut coffee to Snape and like vanilla coffee to Harry. Another nifty product of magic.
They walked again, all day, following the river. They stopped midday and Snape went under a big tree to sit down so they could have lunch. Harry had eaten nothing but crackers for breakfast and was ready to try some real food. He scarfed down a bag of beef jerky, starving hungry, and his stomach only felt a little achy, but nothing bad. Snape asked questions about Aeron but Harry only gave him short answers.
At night they found a pond and Snape set up camp away from it a bit and Harry went to wash up by it. The river fed into it and back out again, so it was clean water. He used the old shorts as a wash cloth and took his shirt off. He wrung the old shirt out and wiped himself off with it.
"What is that on your back?" asked Snape from behind him.
Harry scowled and turned around, knowing Snape was talking about the scars of where his wings probably where.
"You got a lot of regular scars but there are two really thick ones that go down past your shoulder blades," said Snape. "What is that?"
"Would you stop asking questions?" Harry snarled, gritting his teeth.
Snape looked at him. "Well you're covered in scars, and you've got some ones on your hands that look precise and two big thick ones on your back, and you expect me to not wonder?"
Harry made his wings shoot out, a few black feathers got loose and floated in the air. Snape's eyes widened and got even bigger when he seen Harry's claws shoot out.
"I'm a monster, okay!" Harry roared in anger. "You wanted to know what happened? I got put in some machine with magic and other stuff and turned into THIS! A FUCKING MONSTER!"
Snape stared at the wings and the blades and a feather floated down before him. He plucked it from the air and felt it.
"This-doesn't mean you're a monster!" said Snape. "You've just got-abilities now."
"Oh, abilities?" roared Harry. "I have fucking wings and fucking claws!"
"I-" began Snape.
"I didn't ask for this," said Harry. "I'm a freak now." He retracted the claws and wings and knelt by the pond. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone off like that."
"I'm sorry I kept bugging you," said Snape. "I-just wanted to know."
Harry's eyes darkened as he looked at the water. "I was tortured every single day for three months. They starved me, beat me, whipped me, they used the Crucio curse countless times on me and put me in a machine that melded magic and a magic ore in to me to turn me into this. That's all I'm saying now, so don't ask me anymore."
Snape could sense there were others things, but he knew now weren't a good time to ask. "I'm sorry."
Harry put his own shirt back on and stood up. "It's not your fault. I was missing for three months. I guess anybody would be wondering."
Snape had told Harry about the creatures that had appeared and attempted to destroy the first town they came upon.
They were walking through the trees about mid afternoon the next day, when they heard a weird growling noise.
Snape froze. Harry could hear it was getting closer.
"That's not a wolf," murmured Snape.
Suddenly a hideous monster leapt from the trees. It was six feet tall, with a long tail that widened thickly at the end and seemed to be a sort of a hole at the end. It had long ears like an elf, and where its mouth should, it had a pair of pincers like a spider. It skin was gray and lumpy, with pitch black eyes. Its hands had long, hard, sharp claws.
"Oh, shit, run," shouted Snape.
The monster roared and flung it tail toward Snape. Snape tried to run but something sticky that looked like spider web shot out of the tale and went up over a thick branch and then shot down toward Snape. It wrapped around him, yanking him off the ground. He was covered from the neck down in the web like stuff, unable to get free. He had dropped his wand and lay useless in the dirt now.
The monster advanced on Harry, the web stuff extending out its tale so Snape would stay high off the forest floor and not get dragged over the branch. Harry let his claws out and got ready to fight. He couldn't leave Snape to fend for himself, tied up in spider web stuff. Even if he was by himself, he knew the creature could probably catch him. It moved fast.
Now it was looking at Harry with its coal black eyes, flexing its claws. Harry put his fists up, his own claws ready, wondering how hard it would be to kill this thing.
It lunged first. Harry darted to the side. One of its nails caught Harry on the side, tearing right through the shirt and flesh, leaving a gaping cut there. Harry grunted, gritting his teeth in pain. Blue sparks fizzled and the cut began to heal. The monster leapt again before Harry could react and slashed across his chest, cutting the shirt and leaving slash marks on his chest. It went to slash again and Harry ducked under its arm and sunk his own claws into his chest. It's growled and jerked back, freeing itself. Harry jumped forward and slashed across its face, cutting on its eyes. It roared in pain and suddenly lunged, sinking both sets of its claws into Harry's chest and driving him into a tree. Harry yelled in agony as its claws sank into his chest, piercing his lungs and heart.
He retracted one set of claws and set his fist up against the monsters neck. He let them out again and they drove themselves right into the neck of the monster. Harry yanked his hand to one side, half severing the neck. It squealed and the squeal ended in a bubbling noise as blood gushed from its mouth and neck. It stumbled backwards, pulling Harry by the chest with it. Harry yelled and brought his legs up, kicking the creature in the chest. The claws came loose from his chest and it fell down. Harry fell back in the grass with a thump, his vision going foggy as blood soaked into the grass and leaves. The monster was dead, and the spider wrap released Snape, who managed to land on his feet. He stumbled a bit and ran to Harry's side, grabbing his wand as he went.
"Harry!" he shouted. "Oh, shit."
"It should heal," gasped Harry, who was having trouble breathing, since his lung was pierced. His heart was pierced too. The pain was intense and he passed out from it.
Snape wondered what Harry meant it would heal. There was no way a wound like that would heal. You couldn't just splash some disinfectant on it, slap a band aid on it and expect it to be fine.
Snape raised his wand, about to try a spell, but then he seen blue sparks leaping about the gaping wounds, healing it. The skin sealed up first and the blue sparks kept leaping about his chest, obviously repairing the insides.
Snape arm slumped, while he stared dumbfounded. One of Harry's new abilities was self healing, like a fairy. What the heck kind of magic machine had Harry been put into?
He tapped Harry's face gently. "Harry, can you hear me?"
Harry moaned slightly but didn't move. Snape looked at the creature, his head half sliced off. It was disgusting and hideous, and different from the others ones he'd heard of.
He didn't like being near it, so he dragged Harry's body off to a clearing farther away, came back and got the pack. He cast one more disgusted look at the dead creature before heading back.
Harry lay passed out for about an hour in the grass. He finally came to, blinking and sat up frantically.
"Where is the bloody thing?" he gasped, his claws popping out.
"You killed it!" said Snape. "Don't you remember?"
Harry blinked. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I just woke up and thought-" he shook his head and then looked at his chest. There were scars where the claws had pierced, but it had healed up fine. He could breathe fine and his heart was fine.
"I didn't know you could heal yourself," said Snape.
"Well, apparently, I can," said Harry. He turned his head so Snape could see the back of it. "Aeron tried to put some kind of magic device in my head, near the base here-" he moved some of his hair aside "-so he could control me, but it must have malfunctioned or something, because it wasn't working, so I ripped it off, and no injury to me."
"I can see what looks like pinprick scars," said Snape, squinting at it. "No brain damage?"
"Well, obviously not," said Harry.
"Can I-look at those?" asked Snape, curiously looking at Harry's claws.
Harry hesitated then put his left hand out. "Careful, they are very sharp."
Snape felt it. "What is it made of?"
"A mixture of magic and a magic alloy, called Pimante," answered Harry. He took a breath. "They stuck me in tank with a breathing mask and submerged me in the water and needles suck into my body and injected me with the stuff, turning me into this. Aeron wanted to turn me into a weapon. A nearly indestructible weapon of magic to fight for him, do his bidding. He wants to rid the world of Muggles. The process was beyond agonizing."
"Oh my gosh," said Snape, still looking at the claws. "So with no non magic people, fairies could live on the surface."
"Yes."
"But, he would have to kill so many people," replied Snape.
"Well, hopefully the Order can stop him," said Harry taking his hand back and retracting the claws. Sparks hopped around the slits in the skin, healing them. There were just the little scars now.
"What a monster," said Snape.