Chapter 10: Accio

A gasp of shock and pain left Harry's mouth as he hit the ground a couple of metres away from where he had just been. He hissed as the rough stones scraped across his back and arms as he slid to a stop. His chest and ribs were already aching fiercely, but he didn't think any lasting damage had been done. All things considered, the auror could have dealt much more damage had he chosen to use a different spell. Had the man chosen to stupify him, the outcome would have been much different and much worse.

Harry scrambled to his feet as Kingsley began to stride toward where he had fallen. The ministry auror flicked his wand, sending an immobilisation spell at his legs. The black ropes flew at Harry with such ferocity that it startled the young wizard. The cords slashed through the weak shield that he managed to conjure forcing Harry to throw himself to the side to avoid getting hit. Harry rolled into a defensive crouch as soon as he hit the ground, his sore body protesting his every move. He glared angrily at his attacker, his tempter flaring. The Kingsley was clearly much stronger than Harry had thought and the auror was not holding anything back.

So neither will I, Harry thought, his eyes darkening a shade as his magic seemed to pound through his blood.

Kingsley did not wait to see what Harry would do next but instead began to throw a barrage of spells, curses, and hexes at him. This time though, Harry was ready. The attacks thundered toward him and hit his defensive shield, one after the other. Each time there would be a flash of red and a loud crackle as the dark magic that surrounded Harry engulfed the auror's spell, consuming it. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight. The one thing his father had shown him many times was that light magic would never be able to prevail against its darker counterpart. Dark magic would always win. And ministry aurors were forbidden from using any form of dark magic…

Kingsley seemed to realise that his attacks were getting nowhere. The crackling around Harry's shield faded away, giving the young wizard a clear view of his opponent. Kingsley stood at a distance, his wand out, pointing threateningly at him. The man's expression was guarded and his muscles tense, clearly waiting to see what Harry would do next. And he didn't need to wait for long.

As soon as Harry saw that the auror was waiting, he instantly dropped his shield and began his own attack.

"CONFRINGO!"

The curse leapt from the end of his wand causing a shiver of excitement to run through Harry's body. He felt the familiar tugging in the back of his mind. His fingers twitched as darker and darker curses came to mind. He could make this auror suffer. He could torture the man. He knew the spells…he had the power…

A flash of blue and a sharp crack caught Harry's attention before he could decide on his curse. That had been from a powerful shielding spell. He needed to remember that Kingsley was strong. The man could protect himself even against most dark cruses. He needed to keep his mind clear and stay focused. He couldn't let his guard down or he'd risk losing his advantage.

"DEFODIO!"

"LACARNUM INFLIMARI!"

"DEPULSO!"

Harry roared out the incantation of every curse, relishing the rush of power that filled him with each one. He easily could have cast them nonverbally, but the power behind them never was the same without the words being said. Besides, he enjoyed the look of disgust that crossed Kingsley's face at the use of such dark spells. But despite this, the auror had managed to repel or dodge each attack thus far. In fact, the man didn't even seem to be winded, on the contrary, Kingsley continued to look as calm and collected as ever…and this was making Harry mad. He was used to his dark magic causing his opponents great fear. This normally led to him being able to overpower them quickly.

Seething internally, Harry let his left hand fall to his side, his wand now pointing uselessly at the ground. For a second, both wizards just stood in silence, gazing at each other, neither making any move.

Then, behind the older wizard, there was a series of flashes and pops as several more aurors apparated in. Kingsley had called for backup. Harry could sense that his chances to leave unharmed were rapidly diminishing. Already he could hear Rabastan calling out for a retreat, but Harry did not move to follow. He couldn't leave…not until he managed to strike fear into the heart of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

The newly arrived aurors to notice of Harry immediately and in a matter of seconds, four more wands were pointed at Harry's chest. A particularly mean-looking auror appeared next to Kingsley and shouted out,

"Surrender your wand, Death Eater. You are outnumbered. Your miserable friends have left you behind and my men are already putting up anti-apparation wards as we speak. There is no escape for you."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly. The man was bluffing. He couldn't feel any such wards in place yet, and even if there were they would probably be weak enough for him to break out of.

"You heard me! Surrender your wand by order of the Ministry of Magic or we will be forced to fire upon you and we will hurt you."

Harry had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the threat. He knew the aurors were more scared of him than they cared to admit…all except for Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry's lips pulled into a smirk as he turned his gaze back to the head-auror.

"No," Harry's voice rang out across the gap.

"No?"

"No," Harry repeated once more, his eyes glinting behind his mask, "You should leave while you are still able to or you won't be able to hold me responsible for what happens next."

There was chuckling amongst the four ministry aurors at his, but it sounded nervous and forced to Harry. The young wizard couldn't help but make a show of pocketing his wand. He wanted them to feel as though they had won…then he would break them. Kingsley was watching him carefully and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped short as the air around Harry began to crackle ominously.

"I warned you," Harry said calmly, raising his left hand toward the aurors as he spoke, "You should've listened to me."

In an instant, Harry felt his mind bring into focus the curse he was about to use. A personal favourite of the Dark Lord himself.

Kingsley would remember him and would fear him after today. A chill ran across Harry's spine as he focused on the incantation he'd heard his father use many times before.

Incurvas Imperus!

Harry stumbled back a step as he felt the immense amount of dark magic rush out from his body. The curse thundered away from Harry before spreading out like a black mist. The shields that aurors had frantically thrown up were no match for the dark curse as it seeped past their defenses like a poisoned liquid. A split second later, there was a series of sickening cracks followed by agonizing screams as one by one the aurors fell to their hands and knees, their legs broken. The last to fall was Kingsley, whose face contorted into a grimace as the curse slammed into his body. However, the auror did not look away from his attacker as his legs gave way beneath him. This made Harry's blood boil at the lack of fear in the man's gaze. This curse was meant to break its victims and place them into a position of submission. Harry wanted to scream in frustration and attack the auror again, but he knew he couldn't. The use of such a powerful and dark curse had left him on the verge of magical exhaustion. He could not even kill Kingsley no matter how badly he wanted to.

Harry frowned as he felt his limbs begin to grow heavy with exhaustion, as his body began to register the impact of using the curse. The young wizard tried to calm his shaking limbs as he walked over to where Kingsley knelt panting on the cobblestone streets. The rest of the auror lay around him, screaming and moaning in pain as the remnants of black magic continued to attack their bodies.

"I did warn you," Harry spat as he found himself standing over his victim.

"Y-you're just a child."

Kingsley's comment caught Harry off guard. He looked down at the auror who was staring at him with a look of deep sorrow and pity on his face. Harry felt his temper flair. Who was this man to look at him with pity? He had seen what Harry was capable of. He was kneeling before Harry and yet Kingsley did not show any fear…just pity?

"I can still kill you without a single regret," Harry growled, pulling his wand back out and pointing it threateningly at Kingsley's face.

"But you won't," the auror's voice had regained much of its calm tone, despite the excruciating pain he must've been in.

"And what makes you think that?" Even as Harry spoke he felt his left arm waver as overwhelming fatigue began to flood his muscles, "What makes you think that I won't take the opportunity to kill the great Kingsley Shacklebolt?"

Kingsley's brown eyes softened as he watched Harry, "Because you have over-exerted yourself, young one. You gave too much of yourself to that spell. Dark magic comes with a high cost, particularly for one so young."

"Do you not know who I am?"

A flicker of sadness crossed the auror's face before he answered quietly, "You are the one they call the dark servant. But it does not matter what they call you, for you are still just a child. If you would let me help-"

"I don't need help," Harry spat even as he felt his strength rapidly abandoning him, "And I am not a child."

Kingsley did not respond so Harry continued,

"I will let you live…for now. But I will come back for you and you will learn to fear me just as much as my father."

Harry turned away as he said this, missing the look of shock and horror that crossed Kingsley's face. Harry stumbled several paces away before he called back to the auror.

"Oh, and please give my regards to Severus…let him know that his time has almost run out."

With that, Harry spun on the spot and disapparated away from Little Whinging leaving the wounded and dead aurors to whatever fate awaited them.

As soon as Harry's feet touched the ground of Riddle Manor, he felt all of the strength in his legs give out. He stumbled forward, reaching for the nearest wall as his shaking legs threatened to give out on him. As soon as his hands hit the solid stone, he let out a short cry of frustration before he allowed himself to slide down to the floor.

His body of aching all over, he was developing a raging migraine, and his hands would not stop shaking. He knew that by using apparation, he had strayed into the realm of magical exhaustion, but he didn't yet know how far he had gone. It had been so stupid of him to try and use such powerful and dark magic on so many aurors. He had pushed his magical abilities to the limits and for what? In the end, he hadn't even been able to kill a single one of them. And the son-of-a-bitch Kingsley Shacklebolt hadn't even been afraid of him in the end. It had all just been a giant fucking waste.

Harry slammed his fist angrily into the stone wall, ignoring the pain that shot up his arm and into his shoulder and back.

Why do you always fuck everything up? Harry thought furiously, Just wait until Father finds out and he'll-

"And he'll what?"

Harry jerked away from the wall as if he had been burned. His face went pale as he looked up to see his father standing at the door to the apparation chambers. The Dark Lord was looking down at him, black eyes cold and calculating. It was then that Harry felt the flicker of something cross his mind.

Fuck.

"Father," Harry struggled to his feet, all the while trying in vain to restore his occlumency shields, "Did the rest of the party already return?"

Voldemort's eyes never left his son as the young wizard rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Indeed," the man said calmly, "Though I wonder why you did not return with them. As I recall, Rabastan was leading the raid today…not you. And yet you are the last to come back."

Voldemort crossed the room and grabbed Harry by the shoulders. The young man couldn't help but flinch as the pain in his scar instantly began to build. He couldn't tell if his father was mad at him or was concerned that he would fall over without someone to help him stand.

"What took you so long?"

Harry tried to look away from the dark lord's piercing gaze, but he found that he couldn't.

"I-I," he stuttered as he felt a familiar pressure building in his mind, "I'm sorry, father."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, "Don't try to hide anything from me. You know how much I hate when people do that."

Harry's exhausted mind had gone completely blank at this point. He was unable to think of any response to give, so he just found himself staring back numbly. A second later, Harry felt a dreadful pain sear through his skull as his father plunged into his mind.

"No-o-o," Harry managed to stammer as the memories of the raid began to flash across his mind at a sickening speed. He had had legilimency used on him like this on several occasions and it never got any easier. It always left him feeling disgusting and violated.

"Relax, Harry," from somewhere inside his own head, the young wizard heard his father's voice, "This will only hurt for a moment."

The moment seemed to drag on for an agonizingly long time until at last the memories came to an end and the presence in his mind pulled away. Harry swayed and would have fallen had Voldemort not been there to hold him up.

"You should not have done that," Harry felt as though his father's voice was coming at him from behind a vale of fog, "You have put yourself in more danger than you can even imagine. Don't you see what you've done?"

Harry felt a sudden pain rip through his scar. He cried out and clamped his hand to his forehead as the world began to turn an awful shade of grey. He felt exhausted and confused and disgusting. All he wanted to do right now was sleep. His body was screaming at him to close his eyes and let go.

"You have overexerted yourself, Harry," the voice sounded oddly familiar to the young wizard, he just couldn't place his finger on who exactly was speaking, "Sleep and we will discuss how exactly we can fix this when you awake."

With a deep sigh, Harry let his body fall into waiting arms as his world turned to black.