When Voldemort returns from the dead, the Order of the Phoenix makes drastic measures to ensure the lives of the Potter family. So, with Albus Dumbledore's guidance, they summon a hero from across the multiverse to save them. They weren't expecting a foul mouthed, Dark Lord slaying, monster befriending wizard to be revealed and they definitely didn't expect it to be little Harry Potter, murdered by Lord Voldemort on that dreadful Halloween night all those years ago.
WARNINGS: Good! Peter; Good! Riddle; Evil! Malfoys
Chapter Five: The Raid
Ottery St. Catchpole wasn't much different from his world. It was small with little cottages lining the streets and small magical shops taking up the main road. Harry was posed in a park, waiting patiently for Fenrir and his werewolf pack to show their ugly faces. Order members were scattered throughout the village, some wandering through the town and others keeping an eye on magical families on the outskirts of town. Amos Diggory's house was being quietly watched by Mad Eye, the Lovegood cottage had Tonks guarding it. The Burrow was gone, moved weeks ago by Mr. Weasley, and that felt strange to Harry. They never had to move it during his war.
Harry stretched out his legs, yawning lightly and he nodded to Sirius when the man strode by. The clock was ticking and everyone was eager to get the stupid raid over with. The last two had been hellish. Holyhead had been nearly demolished and it had been Tonk's apartment that was destroyed first. Bellatrix Lestrange took care of that herself. Godric's Hollow had been disastrous as well. Harry had dueled Lucius Malfoy personally in front of baby Harry Potter's fake grave. He left the battle with a few new scars and Lucius Malfoy limping and wandless. He hoped the blonde bastard remembered his face.
Now it left the werewolves.
Harry glanced around, eyes stopping towards the north of town where the Burrow used to stand and saw a terrifying sight. An entire pack of werewolves, half transformed and looking viciously hungry, charging the town. Leading them was Fenrir Greyback. Beefy, covered in fur and slobbering like an English Bulldog, he barrelled towards the town with murder in his eyes.
"Bloody hell." Harry muttered before taking off on a run. He began to cast quick shields around various homes and shops as Sirius shot off offensive spells towards the incoming werewolves.
After making sure his shields would hold and wouldn't drain his energy, Harry turned and faced the hoard of werewolves. He ducked easily when one dove towards him and cast the Silver Lance spell behind him. A cry of pain confirmed his hit.
Since taking the Master of Death title, his defensive style had changed drastically. He no longer charged into battle like a Gryffindor, much like Sirius and James were doing, and instead he used the element of surprise. He disappeared between wolves, overpowered Silver Lance spells hitting various wolves while placing protective shields over Order members.
He caught Sirius' wide eyed look when a wolf's claws bounced easily off of the shield that Harry had placed.
Grinning, Harry appeared in the center of the fight and wandlessly summoned his Patronus. Prongs appeared, as solid as any living stag, and ripping through a line of werewolves.
This was a dance that Harry remembered. Fighting had always come easy to him. At one point in his life, his Sirius had commented that most Potters were great fighters. His grandfather, Fleamont Potter, had been a skilled dueller and found alongside Dumbledore against Grindelwald. He'd even fought off Grindelwald until Dumbledore had arrived to take over. His own father had been a powerful Hit Wizard and had taken down a lot of Voldemort's forces until that awful Halloween night.
It was Hermione that had found out where his wandless and silent casting came from.
"I found it in the Archives," She had said delicately, not explaining what or where the Archives in the Ministry was. Such was the life of Head Unspeakable, Harry had mused. "Your mother was casting wordlessly during fifth year and wandlessly seventh year. The Unspeakables wanted to recruit her but…"
Harry had been grateful for that tidbit and it had pleased him to no end. Too many people told him how much he was like James Potter but never said anything about Lily Potter. Most days he barely used his wand just to have a connection to his mother.
But, back to the battle.
Flashes of light blasted across the small town and Harry avoided them deftly as he moved from one duel to the duel. He left werewolves clawing at their chest and bleeding from various wounds. He left one wolf with his blood boiling thanks to a particularly vicious hex that Aunt Wally had taught him.
The wolves were thinning and their alpha, Fenrir Greyback, was desperately trying to take down Remus but to no avail. Remus was younger, stronger, smarter and he had magic on his side. Harry was impressed that he wasn't even using his wolf side. Remus would take down Fenrir using magic and magic alone.
"This is ol' Moldywort's forces?" Harry laughed after he left a werewolf handless and crying out.
As if in reply to his mocking comment, a boom shattered through Ottery St. Catchpole and a mist surrounded the battlefield. Harry stilled and disappeared, creeping through the mist and heading to the origin of the boom.
The mist slowly dissipated and when it did, Lord Voldemort stood in the middle of a crater. Harry slipped in front of the Order members and reappeared with a cocky grin and a twirl of the Elder Wand. He was as snake faced as Harry's Voldemort, with slits for a nose, stretched out pale skin and cruel red eyes. A curtain of pale hair fell down his back and was a contrast to the sweeping black robes he wore. Even as snakey as he looked, Harry could see the Malfoy in him: high, elegant cheekbones, thin lips and a gracefulness that others seemed to lack.
"Moldyshorts." Harry said solemnly.
Voldemort's lips curled coldly. "And who are you supposed to be, boy? Who dares to mock my great name?"
"Hadrian Potter, at your service," Harry said, giving him a Snape-approved sneer, "I'm distantly related to the Potters. Very distant."
"I should have realized," Voldemort said softly, stroking the head of the cane he carried. Lucius must have got the idea of putting his wand in his cane from his father, Harry mused. It was an ebony cane with the head of a horse-like creature he assumed was an Abraxus. "Only a Potter would be bold enough to mock my name. Fool."
"Must suck not having a nose, Moldyworts," Harry said viciously. "You can't smell your own bullshit."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and removed his wand from the cane. "Avada -"
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry bellowed. Prongs returned and charged Voldemort with a fury. The Dark Lord clearly wasn't expecting a solid Patronus and barely managed to apparate away from Prongs.
The battle was on. Harry had enough knowledge of dark, neutral and light spells to easily duel Voldemort and the more they fought, the more frustrated the Dark Lord got. Stunners and hexes were parried away, crashing into unshielded buildings and the Killing Curse was blocked by transfigured stone pillars or summoned items from around them. Harry disappeared and reappeared behind Voldemort with trick spells and hexes he'd learned from George.
Abraxus Malfoy was a better Voldemort, Harry had to admit as he dodged a blood colored curse that he was certain would turn his bones to acid. Tom Riddle as Voldemort often stuck to the Unforgivables but this Voldemort was almost chaotic with his spells.
(Harry would admit to Sirius later that it was the most fun he had in years.)
"You're slowing down, snake-face," Harry shouted as he reappeared in front of Voldemort and cast scourgify on the Dark Lord's face. He laughed and dodged the Torture Curse as the dark wizard spluttered on soap suds. "It's old age, I bet." He cackled.
To his surprise, Voldemort started laughing. "You are unlike any duelist I have encountered." He chuckled darkly. "You have that Potter arrogance, I will admit, but James Potter has never been as skilled as you. You remind me most of Charlus Potter. Do you know of him?"
Harry searched his memory. He knew that Charlie was named after a Charlus but he didn't know exactly who he was.
"Can't say I do," Harry admitted, wordlessly summoning a Death Shield over his body. The shield was particularly strong because it was powered by the Deathly Hallows. Not even the Killing Curse could hit him with the shield surrounding him.
"Then perhaps a history lesson?" Voldemort said coolly. "Charlus Potter was the elder brother of Fleamont Potter, father of James Potter, and the Lord Potter. He was a skilled duelist, a defensive prodigy and a proud Gryffindor to boot. He married Dorea Black, sister to Arcturus Black who was Sirius Black's grandfather. I fought him many times and he was one of the few who could duel me. He and Dorea died young but perhaps…"
An idea clicked in Harry's head. He knew what Voldemort was thinking. He thought that Harry was the grandson or something of that nature of this mysterious Charlus Potter. With a grin, he tilted his head.
"Very well, snake boy," Harry said dramatically. "You caught me. Hadrian Charlus Potter, grandson of Charlus and Dorea Potter at your service. They barely got Dad away before they died. I came back to learn my roots and I found you, you slimy bastard, coming after my family."
Voldemort sneered angrily. "Then I will gladly take your death, boy. Tell your grandfather I say hello! Avada Kedavra!" The green light shot towards him and Harry just grinned. He wanted the snake bastard to be scared, and when the Killing Curse didn't kill him, Lord Voldemort would be frightened.
The green light hit his shield but Harry made sure the shield didn't light up or make a noise. He wanted it to look like the Curse hit him. The shield absorbed the green light of the Killing Curse and Harry stood tall.
"Impossible." Voldemort muttered.
"You wouldn't believe how many times I've heard that," Harry snorted. "Bombarda!" The exploding curse hit Voldemort true and sent the Dark Lord flying.
He had an audience now. Order members, remaining werewolves including a stunned Fenrir Greyback, and civilians from the town were all watching him duel the most feared wizard in their time. This would spread, Harry thought smugly, the news of Voldemort getting bested by Charlus Potter's long lost grandson.
"Very well, Potter," Voldemort snarled. "We will meet another time on the battlefield." He got to his feet, rage clear in his eyes but he was a seasoned Dark Lord. He knew when he was beat. "Greyback!"
The werewolves popped out of the town, all holding onto a thin chain around their wrists. A portkey, Harry thought in irritation.
"Goodbye, Hadrian Potter," Voldemort said icily. "Until we meet again." He spread his arms, robes billowing around him, and disappeared into black smoke that shot into the sky.
"Harry!" Sirius shouted. Harry didn't react until Sirius grabbed him by the arm and twisted, a wild look in his eyes. "Pup, are you okay? The Killing Curse -"
"Don't worry, Padfoot," Harry grinned. "That wouldn't be the first time I've been hit with the Killing Curse." Sirius made a strangled noise as James and Moody reached them, both looking shocked and worried (although James looked more worried while Moody looked curious). "Although, I gotta wonder…how the hell did he do that smoke schick? That would make my entrances and exits way more badass than they already are!"
The Potter Manor was quiet when they finally returned. Harry had been interrogated by James and Moody, examined by Delphi Dumbledore and a frantic Lily Potter and finally sent towards the library where Albus Dumbledore was waiting patiently.
"Albus," Harry greeted. The old man was staring at the window contemplatively and Harry could already tell that he had some knowledge of Harry's secrets.
"Harry, my boy," Albus said, turning with a kind smile. "I'm glad to see you are well. Already rumors are spreading that Charlus Potter's grandson had returned to the wizarding world. Cornelius Fudge is eager to meet you."
"Is he?" Harry said with a frown. "Not looking forward to that but honestly Voldemort gave that opening to me. I had no clue who Charlus Potter was until his "history lesson"."
"Charlus was a good man." Albus said with a tired smile. "I enjoyed his company greatly. He died a century before James was born but I have no doubt that Charlus would have loved him. He was loyal to his father and doted on his wife. During his time at Hogwarts, I was the Transfiguration teacher. I enjoyed teaching him. He had a wonderful mind. Voldemort is correct. You are much more like Charlus than Fleamont."
"Well, I'm honored to be related to him." Harry said seriously. "I know you have questions, Albus. Ask them."
"The wand you hold-" Albus paused. "Am I incorrect in believing it to be the Elder Wand?"
"You're close." Harry shrugged. The man frowned and Harry pulled the wand out. "The Wand, of course, is the core. The Cloak is tied within the wood and the Stone sits at the base."
"You are the Master of Death," Albus whispered. "You did it."
"My Albus helped me along but yes." Harry agreed. "The Potters are descendants of the Peverell brothers and Albus gave me the Cloak on my first Christmas at Hogwarts. It belonged to my father."
"Extraordinary." Albus breathed. "He didn't know?"
"I don't think so." Harry admitted. "The Stone ended up in a ring that belonged to the Gaunts."
"Tom's birth family." Albus murmured. "He has a ring that he inherited from them."
"The Stone was in it." Harry said. "I eventually came into possession of it. The Wand…well it took a while to find. Draco Malfoy won it in a duel against you and then I disarmed him later. Actually, I ended up casting all but the Cloak away before the Final Battle but the Wand came back to me a few months later."
"You are the Master of Death." Albus said.
"I am the Master of Death." Harry agreed. "It gives me more advantages than I care to admit."
"Miraculous." Albus said in awe. "I'm afraid that, in my youth, I was quite obsessed with the Deathly Hallows. After I took custody of Tom, my interest in them declined. I wanted to raise him well."
"Do you have your Elder Wand?" Harry asked curiously.
"Me?" Albus looked surprised. "Why no. I searched with…"
"Gellert Grindelwald." Harry supplied.
Albus winced. "Yes, we searched but we never could find it. I am glad. I go through quite a few wands, actually," The man chuckled. "I'm currently on my second this year! Oak, 13 inches and Fawkes is very kind to provide feathers for me. Ollivander and I are very well acquainted."
"You're the only person I would trust with the Elder Wand, Albus." Harry said truthfully. "You're too honorable to do anything terrible with it."
The twinkle returned to his blue eyes. "You give me too much credit, my boy. Thank you for answering my questions. Perhaps it's time we rest now. We'll be leaving for Hogwarts soon! A new school year and there's so much to do."
Yeah, Harry thought grimly, there was a lot to do and he was looking forward to it. Even Umbridge couldn't tear down his spirits.
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