Harry Potter's Bizarre Adventure
Written by Emma on Spacebattles. A take on the end of Year 1.
Harry Potter was on the ground, in a puddle of blood. Voldemort's servant had won.
Quirrel couldn't help but laugh. His Stand was truly invincible!
"Kukukuku... your Powerslave was indeed strong, Potter. But today fate favored me, Quirinus Quirrel!" He gloated.
"Fate...?" Harry asked.
"What?!"
Harry slowly stood up- clearly injured- but far from defeated like his enemy assumed.
"You idiot teacher... fate means nothing to someone like me." Harry pointed at Quirrel accusingly, his glare cold and focused. "I failed Divination."
"H-how is this possible? My Stand can destroy anything it sees the face of!"
"What, that little love tap? All the power in the world doesn't matter if it isn't properly directed." Harry finally revealed what he had in his pocket- a collection of destroyed cards.
"You... you used the portraits on some chocolate frog cards to redirect the blow away from your vital organs?!"
"That's right. Your Face Melter was easy as easy to trick as you." Harry explained. "Too bad for you, there's no points for figuring it out after the test is already over." That's when Quirrel finally realized- in his gloating, he had accidentally ended up within two meters of Harry Potter. Well within his Powerslave's range.
"...Please, I didn't want to actually hurt you! The Dark Lord made me! And society pushed me to him! And my parents failed to help me adapt to that society! It's not my fauulllltttt!" His high pitched whining quickly turned into a shrill warcry when he turned his fake pleas for mercy into a final underhanded attempt to defeat Harry with his Stand.
"HORA!" Powerslave hit Quirrel's jaw, knocking him and his Stand upward. "HORAHORAHORAHORAHORAHORA!"
Quirrel was thrown even further into the air as the punches continued.
"HORAHORAHORAHORA!"
Harry didn't let up, focusing all his fighting spirit into breaking Quirrel's. He couldn't melt faces, but he and Powerslave could certainly break them.
"HORAHORAHORAHORAHORAHORA!"
Countless punches, all within the space of three and a half seconds. Not long enough for a bastard like him.
"HORAHORAHORAHORAHORA...HORA!"
Powerslave ended his rush with a hard right cross, sending Quirrel spinelessly into the same Mirror that refused to recognize him.
"Bloody hell..." Harry groused. "This school has some really bizarre final exams..."
