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Remus Lupin froze, as he stared into the barrel of Enforcer, visibly sweating as the metal instrument of death was pointing between his eyes. The rest of people who were inside the house shuffled agitatedly, some of them reaching towards their wands, before Harry interrupted those actions by pointing them with Negotiator. "One wrong move and I'm going to have to burry a punch of dead people." He growled threateningly. "Calm down Potter, were here to extract you." The familiar growl of one Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody filled the kitchen. Harry, however did not even lover his weapons, instead he kept them aimed at the people who were intruding into his "home".
"What were you first words for me, Remus Lupin?" He growled the question to the werewolf that he was holding at gunpoint. "And don't even think about attacking me." He added, while pressing the gun into the forehead of the werewolf. "I told you to eat chocolate after you passed out because you overreacted to dementors." The sweating werewolf said nervously, only to sigh with relief as Harry removed the gun from his forehead. "All right, I believe that you are indeed who your appearance claims you to be." He said as spun Enforcer around his finger in classic cowboy fashion, before holstering the pistol. "But that does not mean that these people are who they claim to be." He said as he looked towards the people whom he was threatening with Negotiator.
"They have been with me for more than an hour and before they came here with me, they were subjected to an extensive process of detecting any magical means of disguise." Remus Lupin said, causing Harry to relax a bit, but not enough that he would drop his guard. Normally, he would have checked the people himself for any muggle means of disguise, but as his enemies were death eaters, he did not see the need for checking them for any non-magical disguises. Really, it disgusted him that some people were so sure of their superiority, that they would not even check unknown people for any disguises that weren't their area of expertise, especially if they knew that someone, who had capacity to hire hunters to come after them.
"So, what is your purpose here?" He asked, while flaring his Aura of Ignorance. It was the ultimate get out of jail free card, as it tricked the brains that it affected into thinking that any memories that the user of this technique wanted to, were insignificant, and thus not important. It would not let him to walk away with a mass murder, but pretty much nothing else that was not on record, would not result in any consequences. Eyes glazed over as the Aura of Ignorance started to take effect, before they shook themselves back to reality. "As I said, we would be extracting you from here to somewhere safer." Moody growled, clearly agitated because this was taking much more time than he had expected. "Well, I need to pack first..." He said as he brought his hand onto his chin and adopted the classic thinker pose.
He was doing this for the sole purpose of pissing them off, and because he could feel the anger that Moody was practically radiating, he could tell that it was in fact, working. "Come on, I'll help you pack." A purple haired woman gripped his arm and dragged him in the upstairs. Harry shook the woman off from his arm. "I can walk perfectly fine, thank you." He said with so much false politeness that you if you could hold words as a physical object, you could squeeze the politeness from the words and into a bowl. Which you would then be able to drink and act like the perfect British stereotypical gentleman, even if you were the most rude person on the planet before.
The purple haired woman looked at him with a bit of shock in her eyes, clearly not expecting him to be able to stand up for himself. This caused a scowl to bloom on his face as he pondered what kind of lies the good ol' Dumblefuck had been feeding for his pawns about him. Kuroka and Alexandria clearly felt his frustration through their magic that currently linked them together. "I didn't know that you had taken in more pets." The purple haired woman said to him, in attempt to start a conversation. Harry just harrumphed and started to pick up the random junk that he had thrown around in the room, while discreetly wiping his desk clean of any metal dust that might have been in there after he was finished with engraving his guns. Harry felt the eyes of the woman staring at the back of his head, before he turned around and dropped all the junk that he had gathered into his arms into the open trunk.
"Here, let me." The woman said as she took out her and swished it around, while muttering an incantation that he did not recognize. All the things that had cluttered his floor moments ago flew into his trunk and settled into a huge pile mess. Harry was also sure that more than one of his ink vials had been shattered when they were under the bombardment by the rest of his stuff, evident by the black stains that were spreading over his stuff. "Sorry about that, I'm not that good with household spells as my mother is, she can even make the socks fold themselves. It's a special flick in the end..." She said, clearly embarrassed by the mess which his things had landed into the trunk. She flicked her wand and the topmost pair of socks flopped lifelessly, before they stopped moving. "Well, that's better than nothing." She muttered as Harry knelt on the floor, reaching under his bed.
"Do you have everything that you need? Cauldron? Broomstick? Wow, it's that Firebolt?" She asked as Harry had finally found what he was looking for from under his bed and was now gripping his broomstick as he discreetly stuffed his invisibility cloak under his shirt. "Well, we better get going, before Moody goes ape on us." She said as she gripped the handle of his trunk and pulled it down after her. Harry opened the window in order to let Alexandria through it in her bat form and picked up Kuroka by her waist. Kuroka shot a bleak look towards him, which he responded by scratching her behind the ears.
She gave away under the ministration and just relaxed and started to purr. Harry just sighed and walked downstairs, where the rest of his extraction committee were waiting for him. "Finally." Moody growled as he took out his wand and tapped Harry onto the head with it, before leading them into the front yard. "Why even bother camouflaging me if you don't do the same process to yourself? And to continue that train of thought, why are we even taking off from the front yard?" He pondered as he mounted his Firebolt and prepped himself for the takeoff. The red sparks flew onto the night sky, causing Harry to balk at the carelessness, which they were currently presenting. "Do they really think that no-one is currently watching the sky? There are literally thousands of satellites currently pointed towards London, and along with that, there are those who stare at the night sky because that it is their hobby, or even their job." He thought, while silently chuckling at the shitstorm that would rise if the wizards knew that that had just ended in the YouTube, where anyone who had decent internet connection to internet, would be able to view it.
The red sparks were soon followed the by green sparks and Harry, along with everyone else pushed off the ground, while Kuroka clutched the handle of his broomstick with her claws, while using her magic to stick to it. The cool night air rushed against his face and wiped away any form of anger and stress that had accumulated over the last couple of days. "I really hope that the military is not observing the skies that intently tonight." He thought as he accelerated his broom a bit. "I just had to jinx it." He thought as his sharp ears picked up the roaring of the plane engines.
His eyes widened and he threw his broom sideways as sharp pieces of metal pierced through the air. He looked backwards and saw three Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II fighter planes trailing them. He instantly knew that the only way for them to lose them was to outmaneuver them, as this particular fighter was capable of speeds going over Mach 1.6. Harry served sharply to right as one of the fighters opened fire towards them. Bullets whipped past his unprotected body as he tried to throw away the aim of the fighter that pursuing him. The Lockheed shot down one of his escorts, who released a sharp scream that quickly died out, as the metal pieces going well over the speed of sound ripped through her body. Harry pumped more magic through his broom as he pushed it to its absolute limits. The wood under his fingers started to crack as the broom started go over the speeds that it was designed.
He looked backwards and saw that the rest of escort party as in deep shit as the Lockheeds pursued them relentlessly. Harry cursed relentlessly in his mind as he turned backwards in order to help his un-needed escorts. The Lockheed pilots once again opened fire towards the witches and wizards on their brooms, who only narrowly avoided their bullets, and that was only because the pilots were under orders to cause minimum damage to the surrounding areas. "Useless wizards." He said as he pulled out Enforcer and took aim. The sound of the handgun going off drowned into the night by the sound of machine guns that were aboard the Lockheeds, but the effects that the small bullet did was clearly noticeable. The Lockheed started decent as the fast moving piece of metal ripped through the intricate systems that allowed the fighter plane fly.
Enforcer went off the second time and the second Lockheed also took hit, but unlike the first time, the bullet did not rip through any important systems. Harry repeatedly squeezed the trigger, sending small pieces of metal flying towards the fighter. Moreover, while it did not break anything important in the craft itself, it managed to hit the most important part in the aircraft, the pilot itself. The crimson red blood splattered the reinforced glass of the cockpit, while the pilot turned back from them, apparently deterred from the pursuit by the bullet wound. Harry pocketed his pistol and returned to his escorts and suppressed their memories partially, and let their own brains to come up with their explanations, which most likely would be a death eater attack.
His suspicions proved to be correct as Moody led them throughout several shortcuts, before they arrived to their destination. His escorts eyed the skies above them as the less dressed and thus less unfortunate tried to pry their frozen fingers from their broom handles. Moody stuck a piece of parchment into his fingers and allowed him to read the text contained within it. The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix are located at number 12 Grimauld place. Harry glanced upwards from the paper and watched as the clearly magical building pushed itself between the two buildings that rested on the both sides of it. Once again, Harry could not do anything but marvel at the stupidity that the wizarding kind was displaying. "Are they really that out of time that they do not know of the existence of satellites? Or do they just think that they are not a threat to them?" He thought himself as Moody yanked the piece of parchment from his fingers and poked it with his wand, lighting it in fire.
He watched dispassionately as Moody led him towards the door and ripped it open, before closing it behind him and visibly relaxing. He tapped the top of Harry's head with his wand and Harry felt the feeling of warm water running down from his head and onto his back. His eyes glowed softly in the darkness as his improved night vision swept over the dirty surfaces and dusty lockers that looked like they had not seen any form of cleaning instruments for decades. His sharp ears picked up the hushed conversation through the door that had wards for sound insulation. Kuroka jumped down from her position from top of the trunk and padded off into the darkness while Alexandria in her bat form flew into the safe confines of the dark corner in the roof.
The hallway filled with flickering blue light and Harry could hear how the people that occupied the portraits shuffled around agitatedly. "Oh Harry, it's wonderful to see you!" The voice of one Molly Weasley filled the otherwise the near silent hallway. Harry found himself crushed within the loving embrace of Weasley matriarch. He just awkwardly patted her back, while he was silently wishing for the hug to end, as he currently did not have any form of trust towards anyone in this house, bar for Kuroka and Alexandria, as he could sense no malicious intent from either of them. "Your room is in the second floor, the third door onto the right." She said as she ushered him into the upstairs as Moody gave her some form of unknown signal.
Harry just stood into the staircase as he listened the hustle and bustle of the hallway, which was now brimming with people. He just dragged his trunk farther up the stairs, as Kuroka seemed to melt from the shadows and brushed against his legs. He bowed down in order to scratch her behind the ears, before he took more steps towards the room, which by the voice emitted behind the wooden structure he deduced housed his former friends. He opened the door, mentally bracing himself for the sea of complaints that he was going to get from his former friends.
"Oh Harry, we were so worried about you after we heard that you were attacked by dementors." Hermione said as she moved to hug him, but he brushed her aside, before settling against the wall. "So, you two live in here in your cozy room within the headquarters and you don't see fit to inform your best friend about what is going on." That was not a question; it was a clear statement of a fact. Both Ron and Hermione looked each other uncomfortably, before answering. "Dumbledore said..." "I don't give a shit about what Dumblefuck says." He cut her right off. Hermione looked appalled from his disrespect of authority figure that she thought could do no wrong. "You should not disrespect the headmaster, Harry." She admonished him, clearly thinking that she held some sway over him. Before he might have caved in at her attempts, but not anymore.
"As I said, I don't give a shit about what Dumblefuck says. So start speaking or I will find out what has been going on myself." Harry could feel himself getting more annoyed by second, as his former friends just dragged in the conversation. "Well, we don't have the whole scheme figured out, but we do have the general picture." She said, clearly thinking that some vague information would be able to mend their shattered relationship, but she was dead wrong. "I see." He simply said as he hefted himself away from the wall and gripped the handle of his trunk. "You have nothing to offer for me, so I'm leaving." He just simply stated as he slammed the door shut behind him.
The dusty hallway filled with the sounds of two lonely feet hitting against the hard wooden surfaces of the hallway. Harry stopped in front of a door that prevented his access to a room that had not seen daylight for several years, if the amount of dust that lied before the door was any indication. "RAB" He said as he dragged his fingers against the letters carved into the heavy wood. He closed his fingers around the door handle and tugged the door, but it would not open. He frowned and pressed his hand against the lock. "Open sesame." He whispered as a spark of magic, fueled by his intent, flared in the darkness of the hallway. The door opened with an ear-grating screech, before revealing the room that, to his unnatural supervise, completely clean.
The wooden surfaces sparkled in the dim candle light, casting shadows onto the walls. The previous owner of the room had decorated the walls with slytherin colors, aka green and silver. On the opposite side of the room, a large four-poster bed had silk sheets and pillows. On the end of the bed, there was a carving depicting a hand holding a sword, with the words Tojours Pour, meaning always clean. Harry just lugged his trunk against the wall, before opening it and pulling on the clothes that he had purchased a few days before, and placing his swords onto his back, before holstering Enforcer and Negotiator inside the folds of his jacket. Kuroka came in through the opened door, before transforming with a flash of light. Alexandria followed suit and Harry looked over his two companions. "What are you doing?" He asked from them with a low voice. "Someone could see you." He continued, while shutting the door.
"Are you not happy to see us, nya?" Kuroka asked, with her verbal tick making itself known at the end of her sentence. "I agree with Kuroka, are you not happy to see us?" Alexandria pouted, before pulling his arm into her sizeable bosom. Harry just buried his face against his free hand, before shaking Alexandria off from his arm. "I am very much happy to see that you are both okay, but I don't think that the other occupants of this house would share my thoughts about two seductive demoness living with them." He stated dryly to the two of them, before he sat down on the bed and pulled one of his swords out of the sheath and started sharpening it, the grating voice of stone against metal calming him down significantly.
"Dinner is ready!" The voice of Molly Weasley rang throughout the house, causing Harry to stop in the middle of a motion. "Time to get some answers." He muttered to himself as he sheathed his sword onto his back and rose from the bed that he was currently using as a seat. As he made his way to the stairway, the bustling hallway was suddenly full of cursing, the noise of something particularly heavy and clunky hitting the ground and a shrill screaming of a woman. "HOW DARE YOU!? HOW DARE YOU FILTHY MUDBLOODS AND BLOODTRAITORS TO DARKEN THE STEPS OF MY ANCESTRAL HOME!?" The woman screamed, making the entire hallway to cover their ears in pain as the woman continued to scream something about blood traitors.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" A man shouted as he bolted to the hallway from the kitchen and started to wrestle with the curtains that had previously been covering the painting. "YOU!" The woman's screaming got even higher pitch as she saw he face of the man. "YOU TRAITOR! DISGRACE! THE STAIN IN THE NOBLE BLOOD OF THE BLACKS!" She screamed as the man finally managed to shut the curtains that covered her face and a ringing silence descended into the hallway. Harry just raised an eyebrow as he took final steps down the stairs. "What are you wearing, young man?" Molly Weasley nearly screamed as he saw the clothes that currently hung from his body. "I believe that these are called clothes." Harry just answered, looking the woman straight into the eye. "I change my mind about leaving; this is going to be far too entertaining to miss." Severus Snape thought to himself, as he looked the storm that was clearly brewing in the hallway.
Boom! That took far longer than I expected, but here it is. I really hope that this is satisfactory, as it took so long for me to update. Onto the more pressing matters now. Please drop reviews into this story, as those are fuel to my inspiration. In addition, would you like to read a Gamer-novel, as I'm currently pondering about writing my own book, and that seems to be a fresh idea that has not been explored in literature. And as always, read and review.
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