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Chapter Six

'The Death of Harry Potter'

Afghanistan / 18.03.2010

With a loud crack Ron, Hermione and Draco appeared from thin air, landing in a tangle of limbs.

"Ow," moaned Ron as he sat up.

"Seconded," grunted Draco, using the cave wall to drag himself to his feet.

"Not good," muttered Hermione, furiously playing with the controls of the Chrono Enhancer.

"What's not good?" questioned Ron, leaning over to look at the device.

"I forgot to program a time destination into the device," replied Hermione, "It defaulted and sent us back the moment we left our time."

"2010?" queried Ron.

"Yes," nodded Hermione, "Now if I jus-"

"You're from the future?" demanded Draco.

"No, you're from the past," retorted Ron.

"You're both right, it's just a matter of perspective," stated Hermione, cutting off an argument before it could begin, "And from your perspective, yes, we're from the future."

"So that means Potter's still missing whenever you're from," spoke Draco.

"We're from right now, March 18th, 2010," informed Hermione, "But at least we made it to the right place."

"Why are you answering his questions?" exclaimed Ron, "His father was the one who took Harry in the first place!"

"It's not his fault," replied Hermione, standing, "Grab hold, let's go before we see Harry."

"Too late," muttered Ron, pointing to the end of the corridor where a lab door opened to reveal Harry being half supported, half dragged by two guards, his left leg missing below the knee.

"Oh god!" gasped Hermione, unable to move as the guards came closer.

"In here!" urged Ron, pushing Hermione with help from Draco into a side room, shutting the door carefully.

"I don't even like Potter and I feel really bad for him," stated Draco, "We need to go back to my time and rescue him."

"We can't," spoke Hermione, regaining her senses, "There's laws to using time-turners, once you know the future, you can't change it."

Ron sighed, "So, we have to rescue Harry now?"

"Yes," confirmed Hermione.

"Then let's do it!"

Abu Bakaar was a proud member of the Ten Rings, he'd been working for them since he was a child, but for the first time he was truly afraid for his life.

"Status report!" barked Raza, speaking in his native Arabic.

"The test subject shows no new promise," replied Abu, trying his utmost to remain calm, "The doctors have removed his left leg below the knee again, just as they did two months ago, to test his healing ability, a fresh batch of blood has been delivered the doctor for testing."

"And what of Tony Stark?" questioned Raza, pacing the small cave room which served as his office.

"No progress, all he does is request more paper for designs," answered Abu, "But I assure you-"

Raza slammed his fist down on his desk, "You promised that two weeks ago! All Stark has done so far is build that glowing machine in his chest and draw crap!"

Abu paled, "Please-"

Drawing a pistol, Raza pointed it square at Abu, releasing the safety.

"Go on, explain to me why I shouldn't kill you right now," spat Raza.

"How uncivilised," spoke a cultured voice.

"You, what are you doing here?" growled Raza, lowering his gun as he looked around him, "After your last visit you said you were finished with the test subject."

"New information has arisen," informed a man with long blond hair as he appeared in front of Raza out of nowhere, "Besides, a Malfoy never gives up. Legilimens."

Tony watched sadly as Harry tossed and turned in his bed, the gruesome sight of his severed leg slowly regrowing made him want to throw up.

"Is there nothing you can give him for the pain?" asked Tony, turning to look at where Yinsen was running tests on Harry's blood.

"I used the last of my anesthetic on you when you first arrived here," replied Yinsen, frowning, "At least he's asleep."

"It's disgusting," spat Tony, "He's just a kid, I hope who ever does this to him dies a slow and agonising death."

"Just take some comfort from how much you've helped him," spoke Yinsen, glancing across at Tony, "Before you he didn't say a word, he's opening up to you because he feels a kinship with you. You both lost your parents, were abused at a young age, both famous."

"What the first thing you want to do once you get out of here?" asked Tony, changing the subject quickly "Mine's hamburgers, lots of hamburgers."

Yinsen sighed, "I just want to see my family again."

"How long?" asked Tony, rubbing his hands nervously.

"It's 2am now so just two more hours," answered Yinsen, checking a battered pocketwatch, "That's when the guards change shift, now, run over the plan."

Before Tony could speak the workshop doors opened, grabbing both Tony and Yinsen's attention.

"Who the hell is this guy?" questioned Tony as pale man with long blond hair stepped into workshop alone, not even bothering to shut the heavy metal doors behind him.

"Lucius Malfoy, not that I should answer a question to filthy muggle like you," sneered the man, tapping his snake topped cane on the ground, a wave of magic flowing over the floor, freezing both Tony and Yinsen in place.

"Good, just how muggles should be," muttered Lucius to himself as he strode over to where Harry slept on his bed.

Suddenly flipping over, Harry raised his hand, the arc reactor in his gauntlet glowing bright blue as he fired a spell. Caught unawares, Lucius was hit in the chest with the spell, sending him stumbling a few steps.

"So you're not as defenceless as I thought," smirked Lucius as he straightened his robes, "Although I have to commend you on the job you did with that memory charm."

"You, you were the one who took me!" snarled Harry as he slowly stood up, both his legs now whole and unblemished.

"Well, I have to thank Pettigrew for softening you and your friend up for me," commented Lucius nonchalantly.

"My friend?" murmured Harry, "What have you done to Ron and Hermione?"

"Nothing, it seems the Weasley boy tried to rescue you," replied Lucius, "He was stunned by the time I got there."

"If you're lying and you've hurt him," growled Harry, "I'll-"

"You'll do what?" questioned Lucius, "What can you do to stop me?"

Drawing his wand from the shaft of his cane, Lucius pointed it at Harry, firing off a spell. Diving to one side before he could be hit, Harry watched as green light splashed against his bed, staining it black.

"I see you recognise the spell," grinned Lucius, "After all, it was the one that gave you that scar."

"The Killing Curse," muttered Harry.

"Correct, now hold still," sneered Lucius, raising his wand again, "Avada Keda-"

"Expelliarmus!"

Whirling around, Lucius came face-to-face with his son in the doorway to the workshop, clutching his wand in his hand, flanking by Ron and Hermione, the latter still holding the Chrono Enhancer, programmed for a quick getaway.

"Draco, long time, no see," spat Lucius, "I see you joined up with the mudblood and the blood traitor!"

"Bastard!" growled Ron, Hermione's hand on his shoulder calming him somewhat.

"To stop you, that's something I have to do, this ends now!" stated Draco as he caught his father's wand and aiming it directly at its owner, "Stupefy!"

"Protego!" yelled Lucius, surprising everyone by producing a second wand from his jacket, blocking the spell.

Harry frowned, "That's my wand!"

"Why yes it," smirked Lucius, "And I must say, it's been working remarkable well for me."

Walking towards his father, Draco continued to fire off spell after spell as each one was blocked. Flicking his wand, Lucius sent a knockback jinx at Draco, sending him crashing backwards, colliding with Ron and Hermione.

With a yell Harry charged at Lucius, but found himself being flung backwards, landing near the still frozen forms of Tony and Yinsen.

"I guess it's time to teach you a lesson," hissed Lucius, aiming his wand at Yinsen, "Avada Kedavra!"

"No!"

Surging forwards, Harry pushed Yinsen out of the way of the Killing Curse, instead taking it directly to the chest. With a flash of green light Harry was rocketed backwards, hitting the cave wall and slumping to the floor, his eyes vacant.