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Chapter Five

'Falling Into Place'

Afghanistan / 17.03.2010

"I can't believe it," spoke Yinsen, staring at the large metal suit which towered over him, Tony and Harry, "It's finished."

"What?" grinned Tony, "Did you think I couldn't do it?"

"I'll admit it, Stark," uttered Harry, "When I saw those plans they looked ridiculous, like something out of a comic book."

The scrape of metal and a shout in Arabic made the three jump. Acting quickly. Tony and Yinsen threw a cloth cover over the suit while Harry used his gauntlet to cast a notice-me-not charm over it. Ever since he'd started using the glove he'd been able to cast spells much easier. More so than he ever had with his wand, capable of spells he'd never cast before and didn't even know the incantation for.

Pulling his gauntlet off and stowing it behind the cloth cover, Harry joined Tony and Yinsen in raising his hands above his head, he could only hope his spell held.

"The bow and arrow was once the pinnacle of weapons technology," spoke a man as he entered the workshop, his men flooding in behind him, "With it Genghis Khan created the largest empire the world has ever seen, from the Ukraine to the Pacific."

"Who's he?" whispered Tony, glancing across at Yinsen.

"You can call me Raza," replied the man, cutting off Yinsen, "Of course the good doctor here would know me by another name."

"Faran," stated Yinsen.

"It's funny, I owe the doctor my life," continued Raza, "He was the doctor in the town where I was born, Gulmira, he delivered me when complications in labour arose."

"What do you what?" questioned Tony, "A date for the Jericho?"

"No, no, Mr. Stark, you see today the man who rules the world," responded Raza, suddenly stepping forward and yanking the cover off the exosuit, "Is the man with the most advanced Stark weaponry."

Carefully examining the suit, Raza looked up, "Why are you so shocked? I've known what you were going to do before you even started, do you really think I wanted a Jericho missile, one shot and it's gone?"

No, I knew if I locked you in a cage, you'd build something glorious to get out, and you have," smirked Raza, "Kill them!"

Time seemed to slow as the terrorists raised their guns, fingers moving to their triggers. Diving forward, Harry smashed into Raza, knocking him over and grabbing his gauntlet from behind the suit, stuffing it on.

Looking up, Harry quickly realised the weapons of his captors had moved, all now pointing directly at him. Throwing his gauntleted hand up, Harry watched in surprise as a blue shield appeared in front of him, stopping every single bullet.

"My turn," muttered Harry, casting his mind back to the Chamber of Secrets, "Obliviate!"

Harry grinned as the terrorists, including Raza, stopped in their tracks as he delved into their minds. Stepping back, Harry threw the cover back over the suit and ended his hold over the spell, watching as the terrorists looked around, confused.

"We understand, the Jericho will be ready by tomorrow," spoke Harry, smiling slightly.

"See that you do, I'll be back at noon," snapped Raza, marching out of the workshop, his men following him, the metal doors slamming shut and locking behind them.

Harry sighed as he slumped down in a chair, looking like he'd run a marathon.

"What was that?" questioned Tony, struggling the digest the events of the last few minutes.

"Magic," answered Harry, pulling off his gauntlet, "A memory charm to be more exact, I wiped their memories of the suit."

"That was awesome," grinned Tony.

"Especially since I've never done that spell before," uttered Harry, "And I've only seen it done before once, and the guy doing it accidentally wiped all his own memories."

"That just makes it even more impressive," added Tony, throwing Harry a bottle of water, which he caught with a grateful smile, "But we need to leave, before that deadline tomorrow."

"Agreed," nodded Harry, standing up, "I'm knackered, but my spell will only delay them a short while."

As Tony and Harry got to work, running checks on the suit and packing their belongings in a charmed rucksack respectively, Yinsen stopped to think. All this time he'd held the belief Harry's power was that of a mind-altering variety.

Harry's ability to wipe the minds of their captors only added to that theory, but Yinsen now felt torn, the sound of guns firing, the sound imprinted into his mind, one that haunted his dreams every time he slept. It had been real. That left Yinsen with one, impossible conclusion.

Magic was real.

Malfoy Manor / 29.06.2009

"This is not good," muttered Ron as he and Hermione followed the Lucius Malfoy indoors, "This is so not good!"

"Shh!" hissed Hermione, the two slipped in a door after Lucius.

The two found themselves in a large drawing room with a long ornate table down the centre.

Striding over to a table on the back wall, Lucius poured himself a glass of scotch, taking a seat at the head of the table.

With a flash of light another man appeared, pulling down the hood of his robes to reveal Alphard Nott, who quickly took a seat at Lucius' right hand.

"Is it done?" questioned Lucius.

"It is, the boy has been delivered," replied Nott.

"Good," smirked Lucius, "Leave the Portkey here, I'll destroy it later."

Nott nodded, depositing a tin can on the table as Lucius drained his scotch.

Lucius pulled out a pocket watch, checking it before he spoke, "It's about time for me to take the place of my younger self, make sure you're not seen and wipe your memory of today."

"I will," assured Nott, standing and leaving the room through another door.

"Soon, I will be invincible," spoke Lucius, smirking as he rose to his feet and left the drawing room after Nott.

Waiting for a minute with baited breath, Ron finally spoke, "They've already taken Harry somewhere else, what are we gonna do?"

"The portkey!" muttered Hermione, leaving the protection of the cloak to grab the tin can on the table, tapping it with her wand, "Yes!"

Ron looked on as a set of coordinates rose up out of the used portkey, floating in midair. Hermione smiled and pulling out the Chrono Enhancer, quickly inputting the coordinates, but was forced to drop the device as it glowed red with searing heat.

"What's wrong?" enquired Ron, shrugging off the cloak and joining Hermione as she kneeled down, examining the device as it began to cool.

"I'm not sure," replied Hermione, frowning.

"Can you fix it?" queried Ron, a worried look settling on his face.

"I'm not sure, I only built it, I didn't design it," retorted Hermione, opening up the casing and pulling a screwdriver out of her pocket.

"Come again?" spluttered Ron, "You didn't design it?"

"Keep your voice down, and yes, I didn't design it," urged Hermione, "I found the design in a book."

"Please say that book wasn't in the Restricted Section," sighed Ron.

"Do you want the hard truth or a comforting lie?" returned Hermione, focusing on the device.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Ron, "What if it'd been some sort of trap and blown us up the second we tried to use it?"

"We got the Polyjuice recipe from the Restricted Section," argued Hermione.

"Yeah, and you ended up spending a month in the Hospital Wing looking like you belonged at a furry convention!" retorted Ron hotly.

"Firstly, I don't even want to know how you know what one of those is," replied Hermione, closing up the panel on the Enhancer, "Secondly, I've fixed the device, it was a short circuit."

"I still can't believe you wouldn't tell me that you didn't design the Chrono Enhancer," sulked Ron.

"Did you really think that me, a fourteen-year old, could create a device to completely break who knows how many laws of magic and physics?" hissed Hermione, "Besides, I didn't tell you because I knew you'd react like this."

"Do you want to shout a bit louder?" spoke Draco calmly as he stepped into the room, "I don't think they can hear you at Hogwarts, yet."

"Expelliarmus," spat Ron, jumping to his feet and firing the spell at Draco, who quickly dodged it.

"As much as it pains me to say this," continued Draco, "I'm here to help you rescue Potter."

"Why the hell would you want that?" demanded Ron, pointing his wand at Draco.

"I fear my father's sanity is, slipping," sighed Draco, "He endangered the entire school with that snake and Potter the only one who can stop his schemes."

"Why should we believe you?" questioned Hermione, standing up, holding the Chrono Enhancer in her hands, finger over the activation button.

"You either accept my help, or I call for the elves, who'll be happy to get my father," retorted Draco.

"Still hiding behind your father, I see," sneered Ron, grabbing Hermione's free hand, "NOW!"

Slamming the button, Hermione watched the golden energy begin encase them as Draco leapt towards.

With the sound like a gunshot the three teens vanished, leaving only an empty room behind.