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Harry appeared in Diagon alley, shuddering, he really wasn't keen on apparation. However, did not want to be bothered by those incompetent or late aurors once they got to Hogsmeade so left quickly. At least he was stationary his time. It was more sickening when apparating while in motion. Shaking his dizzying head clear, he glanced around the magical shopping district of Diagon Alley in London.
He chuckled lightly to himself that everyone was rushing around here too, just like in Hogsmeade. He wondered where he could get a room for the night as he looked around. Then he just grinned as he spotted an ice cream parlour; sweets now worry about where to stay later. He would have to remember to get Amanda and Lizzy something later too.
He strolled forward, straight towards the ice cream shop, his stomach already roaring its quiet approval since he had not eaten since that morning where he got some scrabbled egg.
Harry entered the parlour, a few people sat nervously around inside at tables, eating. He just smiled and approached the counter with a huge smile lighting his face as his eyes caught sight of the huge selections of different ice creams and toppings.
"What can I get you?" a plump man asked him with a nervous smile.
Harry just grinned eagerly. "Hmm, well it all looks so nice; I think I'll just stick with a standard mint chocolate chip though."
The man nodded, pulling out a cone and scooping on two scoops of light green and white ice cream with little chocolate bits in, handing it over. "That will be two knuts please," he said with a brighter smile.
Harry then rummaged in his left pocket and pulled out a large gold coin, handing it over, as he licked a bit of his ice cream. "Err, keep the change," he answered with a grin as he just walked off and out of the shop leaving the man looking gobsmacked.
Harry walked with a smile through the Alley as he ate his delicious ice cream, wondering where else he could visit when he saw a Quidditch shop and walked closer, looking in through the window. He saw the latest broom: The Firawind. It was beautifully crafted, and if he played the magical sport he might have wanted one. However, he had never even ridden a broom before. He had to wonder at that… why would they still ride ordinary wooden brooms when they could have invented something better by now, like in an alloy broom.
Harry shook off the thought with a sigh as he finished his ice cream and looked around. The street was busy late in the afternoon with many cowards rushing around to do whatever. Luck must have been on his side right then, as no more Death Eaters and no more Dark Overlord wannabes were up to no-good to bother him.
Though, he couldn't say that they were lucky running into him when he had such kickarse skills, but then they really couldn't claim to be all that skilful at anything other than being cowards once they faced a real dangerous opponent.
He was not sure where he was going to find anyone to point him in the direction of Rosette or Juniper. Plus, he didn't want to clue in any more of the douche bags or anything. It was bad enough with all those he has fought so far. He would just have to search and hope for the best.
Wandering around a bit along the cobbled stone street, he ended up at the large marble building of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. He looked to the four goblins guarding the entrance with golden magical spears, curious. He would love to sneak in and discover its secrets. It might even have some unclaimed treasure he could 'claim'.
However, he had to shake off that thought, as he did not want to get into some trouble that side of the law anytime soon in the wizarding world. He shrugged that off; nonchalant when he saw something suspicious that drew his attention to something.
It was a woman with long blonde hair dressed in the finest silk robes he had ever seen, and he had seen many. She looked as if she did not like the smell of being outside her mansion. He seriously had to wonder about the snootiness of some people. He would have, could have, and should have laughed she looked so ridiculous.
She was with a boy, teenage, in Harry's age range with his platinum blonde hair slicked back like a sixties gangster. His grey eyes looked around shiftily. He was also wearing some expensive robes, though not silk, high end for sure.
Harry knew the wizarding world was quite the primitive mess. They had evolved the fashions of robes in similar areas as muggle clothes, obviously influenced, if slightly by muggle-borns, and it was a surprise muggle-born influences had not gotten in more than just the odd dabble, but he heard purebloods were real dicks when it comes to that.
Now normally to something suspicious, which should have nothing to do with him, Harry would shrug it off as amateurs, and here, yes they were certainly amateur, and really THAT obvious, but an amateur that goes to Hogwarts no doubt needed investigating, and he had nothing better to do anyway.
He had no lead as to where to find his sisters yet so it might be amusing. In addition, they were heading into the dark and creepy alley, Knockturn Alley, the 'dark magic' district. He shrugged that off as inconsequential as he followed, not caring about the few odd looks he received.
It was only a little way in and he had already seen some old hag trying to flog him fingernails, and loads of dark and filthy tramps accosting him. He turned a bend, following the rich and dark duo when some large tramp smelling of alcohol and pee tried to grab him, but in one, two, three, and the thing had been winded, some extra teeth missing and a broken jaw as he hit the ground.
Other, things had watched, waiting their turn but backed up and away with wide eyes, looking around and trying to pretend that he didn't exist anymore as they didn't want to try their luck, and get the crap beat out of them.
Harry decided on something new as he continued following he pulled out a long black robe like coat he had acquired not long ago hiding in amongst some creepy ritual. (It was muggles, and they did not do much, but they were idiots and got the chants wrong for one, and he and some friends saved the reporter from them anyway before they could kill her, she was a seriously stereotypical damsel in distress sometimes).
He pulled on the cloak, and pulled the hood up, but leaving the cloak open for ease of movement, for kicking butt if… when the need arose.
This seemed to give him an older vibe or something as the scum kept away from him after that, as long as he kept up a purposeful stride and did not look lost they would leave him alone now. They probably thought of him as a rich dark pureblood, either that or word had spread about the tramp he decked and they did not want the same treatment.
Harry followed the boy and the woman who was probably his mother as they looked alike (apart from the bad smell look, the boy made up for that with his well-practiced sneering), around a few corners before they entered some old shop: Borgin and Burkes.
It looked old, and it seemed like a place that sold illegal magic, they all looked so similar and had that same scent about them; not to mention the buzzing chill of the magic around it.
Harry internally shrugged and entered the shop since the people he was following did not know him, saw no reason to not snoop, acting suspiciously, which was more likely going to get him found out. He saw the boy as he entered standing snootily by the counter with an ugly looking man stood behind it, but the point of the woman's wand was in his face as soon as the door closed with a tinkle of the bell.
"Why are you following us?" she demanded, pulling his hood down, her grey eyes cold.
Harry just looked at her, putting on a quizzical expression. "I'm sorry, who are you and why would I be following you?" he asked, unafraid, but he was cautious as someone else, no, if he were right, three others were in the shop, hidden, waiting, two of them were close. The last was fluctuating magic, scared, but not captured, he didn't think, and an adult, likely male.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I was just looking for a collection of tome, and I heard that the 'management' here might be able to find their locations at the very least," he continued with a sheepish shrug. "After all, I can make it worth his time, and business is business. You should not be so paranoid ma'am. I may have seen you up ahead; we were obviously going to the same place."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment when some childish laughter came from around a corner and a woman with ruffled black hair stepped out from behind a curtain wearing a velvet black dress with a tight corset boosting up her assets, and a black robe over the top left open to show what was on offer. Her eyes were black and her grin was a sign of madness as she waved her wand around carelessly.
"What is your name, little boy?" she demanded, giggling as she threatened him with her wand.
"Harry King, at your 'service' Mrs. Bellatrix Lestrange!" he greeted her with a mock bow, hiding any surprise about finding her. "You know, for how long you've spent in Azkaban, you're still looking pretty fine, do you want me to give you something your moronic inbred husband never could?" he asked, rather amused, but the blonde boy looked at the scene, holding back his terror.
However, she had paused rather than getting angry and laughed, giggling like a stereotypical witch from muggle cartoons. "Oh, wee, little boy has guts to talk to me like that."
"Yeah, well, I believe it's my civil duty if I'm not getting laid to capture you right now!" he said nonchalant as they startled as they heard a snap and the blonde woman looked down at her hand where her wand should have been pointed at Harry to see it gone. She looked to his hands to see the two halves of her snapped wand dropping to the floor; she staggered back, eyes as wide as possible.
Harry smiled, as Bellatrix just looked dumbfounded. "See, it would have been so much more fun to do the insanity out of you. I bet you just haven't got what you really need, so you have to find other pursuits to get your juices flowing!"
"You little brat!" she hissed. "Avada Kedavra!" she hissed, swiping her wand in the air a huge emerald coloured spell shot at him.
Harry just yawned before a moment later grabbing an old shield from its display and battering the curse away where it smashed a hole in the window, burning a wall across the street. This just incensed her further that he did not take her seriously, as he looked amused as he read the card that gave a description of the shield.
"Shield of Bunnies...?" Harry read looking at the shield and it had a big gold bunny engraved on it. "Are you serious, what a lame thing to make?"
"Who are you calling lame, bub!" they were all startled as the shield talked, and looking further, the bunny looked tough with long sideburns down his cheeks and muscles, like a drill sergeant. "And who said you can use me for knocking away killing curses like I'm a bat, waking me up from my nap!"
"Oh, gods... why did you have to wake him!?" Borgin, the shop owner whined. "It took two whole weeks to shut it up last time!"
"Hey, don't speak about me like that!" it retorted angry. It might not have been so funny if his voice matched his appearance, but it squeaked like a bunny. "I'm a magical shield, you know!"
"What do you do then?" Harry asked as even Bellatrix had deflated her anger, watching, baffled, which actually looked cute in an evil kind of way.
"I…" he trailed off seeming embarrassed. "I can turn carrots into bunnies!" he said and they all grimaced. "So don't hit me with another curse like that, I doubt I would survive another."
Harry raised the shield while Bellatrix did not waste another second. It screamed out as the curse hit, and though protecting Harry, the shield shattered into pieces of bronze metal all over the floor.
"That was the stupidest thing I have ever seen!" Harry muttered and the others just nodded along with him.
"Right, King, where were we?" Bellatrix demanded nonchalant. "Oh right, I was about to kill you!" she said, firing another killing curse, but Harry picked up a case of dark crap and it exploded as it took the impact.
"Whoever the first person is to say the killing curse was unstoppable was a moron!" Harry said, smirking as he jumped back and used the blonde woman as a shield as the stunner from her son hit her instead.
"Mum!" the boy said grimacing as she fell down unconscious.
"Calm down Draco!" Bellatrix said, rolling her eyes, near laughing. "You were the idiot who stunned her, watch what he is doing, not what you're doing. We have a sneaky bastard here. I haven't come across a wizard like you before, trying to toy with me that you haven't even drawn your wand yet, feisty, I like that!"
"I might up my game when you call out the werewolf and coward hidden through that room!" he suggested as he gestured towards the curtain, shocking them. "Then, I'm collecting the bounty on your heads, dead or alive I don't care!"
She sneered but as instructed a huge man came out, eyes even darker than Bellatrix's. His teeth were fanged and his fingernails as sharp as claws, and filthy. He had dragged a whimpering fat lump of a man with him. He reminded Harry of a rat, and oh yes, a big prize he would be.
"Peter Pettigrew!" he hissed such rage the man pooped himself looking up to him, and even Bellatrix and the werewolf flinched. He knew of Pettigrew. He was the man who betrayed the Potter's and sent Voldemort after them in the first place, too afraid to die for those who would have died for him.
Then his eyes lit upon the werewolf. "Fenrir Greyback!" he added, near growling. He had heard of him too. "A man who enjoys attacking children on the full moon, kidnapping and torturing them during the day before setting them free, to run scared, and some survive to be like you!"
"I am pretty famous aren't I?!" he said, baring his filthy teeth in glee.
Harry looked from them and to the blonde boy. "Hey Draco, this is where you get a choice in who you want to become. Psychopathic murderers like them or a choice in another direction? Because I am not like those, you would fight before. I'm in a whole new-league altogether!"
Greyback charged, but Harry did not look away from Draco, keeping his eye contact before ducking the grab. Greyback overarched with wide eyes, Harry stood, his right elbow slamming the wind out of the man's lungs with a huge boom the wind cracked through the air.
The werewolf staggered back as his ribs and bones shattered and split, blood spilling from his lips. He staggered back more, chocking on blood, his face held a look of horror as he gasped for air he could not get.
Draco had looked away from Harry to the scene of one hit and Greyback, one of the most deadly and dangerous Death Eaters dying, one hit, no more. He could tell, even a werewolf needed to breath to live, and there was no way he could heal that fast without magical attention. Harry looked at the werewolf as he fell to his knees grasping at his throat, clawing at himself as he was panicking.
Bellatrix was watching the scene in fascination, as it came to light that Harry King had game to match up to his confidence. Then it was fact he still had not drawn his wand, and that made her more cautious. She was not stupid; she would not take him lightly any longer, and knew that if he got too close she was as good as dead, or worse, captured alive.
It took a few minutes for Greyback to keel over dead, and Bellatrix realised from the fact Borgin had ran away and Draco had gone into shock that she couldn't expect any assistance.
She fired as soon as the dead man hit the ground as if that was a starting shot, but Harry moved fast. It was as if she blinked and he was suddenly at Pettigrew, and if not for the anti-apparation wards, she would say he beat the world-apparation speed record. The air had thickened and shifted with him, and she did not know how but he looked more imposing, stronger even.
Harry got to Pettigrew and the side cabinets crunched and shattered, cracking and splintering under his presence alone, causing her to feel a small slither of the on-come of fear. Harry slammed down, grabbing Pettigrew's head and smashing it into the ground, knocking him out, braking his nose and face, cracking the dirty wooden floor he had been whimpering on, with his pressure spreading out a small crater.
He stood up; emerald eyes alight with anger. "Your turn bitch!" he hissed as a fireball appeared cupped in his right hand with the click of a finger. She had to dive out of the way as he threw it, then making another and another, throwing them faster each time, the store was being ripped to pieces, wood set on fire, smoke clouding vision.
Bellatrix was screaming in rage and fear as dark artefacts burst open, exploding around her. The shop was in a blaze of flames within minutes. She looked out as the fireballs had stopped coming, choking on the fumes to see him standing there in a torrent of flames licking at his body, spinning controlled around him, she felt her bladder empty as her eyes connected with his.
She quivered, as she had never seen something so beautiful and terrifying in all her life. She had played around so much that she had not seen that he was not your average cocky wizard. The shop was caving in around her, and a boom shook the ground, as something in the store exploded out back.
The windows and glass in the shop shattered and made her jump. She looked to them, and though she had been known to flee when she did not need to fight after a taunting victory, she had never fled through fear before.
However, she dived out of her hiding spot as flames came at her, blistering her skin, burning her red, singing her hair. She dived through the window, cutting herself up as she landed on all the glass before getting up, dripping blood all over the street, and running without looking back, not caring what direction she took.
She moved fast passed all of the gawking filth before she stopped to catch her breath. She was shaking like never before. Her heart was pounding painfully in her chest. She could still hear and smell the fire burning down the shop that many people like her frequented as it would become no more.
It took her a moment to think clearly so she nodded her head, took a few deep breaths and apparated away to inform her master and take care of her injuries.
Meanwhile Harry dumped Draco and his mother at the mouth of Diagon Alley where the blonde boy was choking up smoke and worrying over his mother while Harry had wrapped up Greyback's body and carried him over his shoulder while dragging Pettigrew by his hair, apparating to the UK Ministry building.
He was a little covered in soot, but not too much, and he had to feel proud that that Borgin's filthy store was now a smouldering pile of ash, and it should not take more than a day's rest and some food to recharge the magic he depleted manipulating all of that fire.
People where he entered the ministry auditorium gasped, and others even looked to Pettigrew in awe as they whispered, recognising him as the traitor while Harry kept only mildly amused.
Harry dragged him up to the security desk to see a man eying him with his mouth hanging open before he quickly sent a man rushing off. Harry stopped with the man while he looked nervous.
"I believe these two have bounties on their heads!" Harry said with a smirk, letting out some amusement as the man's expression was quite funny he was really that scared.
"Oh, oh, yes sir, let me see, Peter Pettigrew, two thousand g-galleons!" he said looking over some paperwork, shaking. "And…?" he asked, gesturing the man he was sure was dead.
"Tried fighting me," he muttered, smirking wider. "I won… almost had Bellatrix Lestrange too, but I didn't expect her to run away!" he said as several official looking men and woman charged into the room eyeing Pettigrew as if Christmas might have come early.
"Fenrir Greyback!" he said causing gasps as he dropped the body where the sheet slid off the dead man's head.
"Oh my god, this kid killed Fenrir Greyback!" one of the aurors said, wide eyed with awe, mouth hanging open.
"So how much for him...?" Harry asked, nonchalant. It was really-hard not to laugh at the way they were all so dumbfounded and some of the younger aurors even in hero worship as they could only pray to bring in such big fish.
"E-eight thousand sir," the deskman said, palling. "Umm… I'm assuming cash is fine?" he asked, nervous and uncertain.
"You got it," he agreed, already smiling about the treasure he was getting, and he didn't even have to steal it.
He wondered how much he would have gotten for Bellatrix though. He shrugged that off as he realised he would have plenty of time to capture her and collect some more pocket money.
Meanwhile back in Diagon Alley Rosette "Rose" Potter was walking through Diagon Alley with her little sister, June, and father.
June had a cute pixy cut hairstyle. Her hair was black, which was long on top with cute curls and sparkling green eyes to match. She was happily holding her big sisters hand, and wearing a sweet blue pair of shorts and tee with trainers.
Rose herself has long crimson hair, down to her butt as her mothers had been. It was tied back with a white ribbon at her waist and neck. Her eyes were just as bright green as her little sister Juniper "June" Potter's, and wearing she was a white rippled skirt that hugged her tight butt perfectly and hung just under half way down her thighs.
Then she had a tight pastel blue tee shirt on, accentuating her nice sized bust, tying around her neck and lower back with a strapless bra underneath so no straps showed, and white running shoes with pastel blue socks and though hidden, undies that matched.
Their father was just in front of them, but not too close, as he wanted to keep his distance from June. He tried 'ordering' Rose to so too, but that just bugged the crap out of her and if she could win she would call him out for a duel in her sisters honour, and kick his smarmy ass hard.
However, something caught their attention as they heard a familiar voice from down an alley they had been passing, and since their dad was not paying them any attention. They snuck away and peered down the alley, surprised to see Draco Malfoy, an annoying dickhead from school (Rose's year) with his mother covered in soot with the odd cough.
"Mum, I'm telling you the truth!" Draco said frustrated. "Harry King killed Fenrir Greyback without magic, in once freaking hit! Then he knocked out Pettigrew, and, it was the greatest I've ever seen anyone control magic before. He created fireballs in his bare hands and fired them at Aunt Bellatrix, blowing the store to hell, and then when he finished he was manipulating the flames.
"I've never seen anything like it before. This is completely different from how the ministry handles things. He is dangerous and powerful. Borgin's is just a pile of rubble now, and I bet he's collecting the bounties for them both, and Pettigrew will squeal like the rodent he is!"
"Impossible Draco!" she reprimanded in concern, "one boy could not defeat both Bella and Fenrir!" she said shaking her head in total disbelief. "Now let's go home, and clean up before we return so I can get a new wand, thanks to that boy. We'll have to find another way for you to accomplish the Dark Lord's plan!" she said, leading him towards Rose and June so they quickly fled after their 'father' where he was looking around for them – well Rose.
"Where have you been Rosette? I was starting to worry about you!" he said angrily, not even giving June a thought. "We have to watch out for kidnap attempts!"
"But dad...!" she said, complaining, annoyed but hiding it for more pressing matters. "We just overheard Draco Malfoy!" she said urgently while he rolled his eyes. "He said some boy called Harry King just killed Fenrir Greyback, captured Peter Pettigrew, scared away Bellatrix Lestrange, and burnt down Borgin's while doing it!" she said all in a rush trying to get the words out as fast as she could while June nodded along in agreement, not that her opinion meant anything to him.
James frowned as he ruffled his black hair and neatened his robes. "Nonsense, Rosette," he said shaking his head. "They're two of the most dangerous Death Eaters, and then the filthy rat. I doubt anyone will see him again, sniffing his masters' ass all day long every day."
"But that's what Malfoy said!" she continued unable to doubt it having seen how scared Malfoy had looked. "Then his mum said they'll need to find another way for Malfoy to complete his mission for Voldemort!"
"Rosette, don't be ridiculous!" he said nearly losing his patience. "He's a sixteen year old boy! Voldemort won't use him for anything important. If he did it would be cannon fodder, or he really is scraping the bottom of the cauldron! Now let this stupidity stop. I enjoy a good prank like the next man, but honestly, Rosette…"
"Mr. Potter!" called out a young man, interrupting. He was wearing a beige auror robe. He stopped with them panting for breath and taking some deep calming breaths, "urgent news from the ministry, sir. Some sixteen-year-old kid killed Fenrir Greyback and captured Peter Pettigrew alive! He has just collected his bounties! You've been requested to see to the prisoner," he said sounding rather excited.
Rose could not help but feel smug as the colour drained from her father's face as he looked to her gulping. "Are you sure?" he had to asked, concerned as he turned back to the younger auror.
"Yeah, he even burnt down Borgin's doing it," he said with an excited nod. "And a report came in moment's later saying that they had a few witnesses saying that Bellatrix Lestrange was fleeing the shop!"
"OK, I'll be there soon!" he said leading Rose and June to a brightly lit shop of green and red, yellow, and pink. "OK Rosette, you know the drill, stay in this shop with the twins and Ginny, and floo to Sirius's old place if you have too, understand?!" he demanded, glaring at her and ignoring any possible instructions for June, but she has gotten used to it so it didn't bother her anymore as long as she had her big sister.
Rose nodded quickly just thankful to get away from him honestly, and take her sister into better company. The moment she reaches seventeen was the moment she was going to take her little sister, their inheritance from their grandparents and mother and then move out.
She tugged her sister in after her while James Potter apparated away, not even seeing the twins first. She wondered whether that jerk had any manners at all, or whether he thought all should jump for her when he said so.
"Hey guys," she called smiling at her best friend as the freckled red haired cutie was sweeping up something a customer or someone spilt.
Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley grinned, her brown eyes going from bored too happy as she rushed over wearing a thin cotton robe over her white shorts and tee over her small, fine bod. She hugged Rose and June tightly, completely forgetting about the mess and dropping the broom.
"Your dad dumped you both here again?" she asked, concerned as she let them go.
Rose nodded as two ginger haired twin 'men' came over from the tills, laughing. "So, what's the big this time?" Fred or George asked while the girl and guy at the cash registers had to deal with the few customers by themselves.
Rose sighed as she told them about everything she had heard. "This is all just crazy," Rose said, rolling her eyes. "This Harry King guy just kicks their asses and everything and… it's pretty amazing, maybe we could get him to fight with us!?"
"Wow, he must be the same guy from yesterday!" George said while his brother nodded. "We just heard on the rumour vine that one Harry King stopped an evil plot in Hogsmeade. The coffee shop woman turned out to be a fat hag aspiring to be the next dark thing. Using some spell involving a siren she had captured and pixies. She was starving them all, and torturing them. She was using them to make girls break their boyfriends' hearts to feed on their misery.
"He's said to have foiled her plot and taken the siren home, but that wasn't the end. The Dark Fatty had escaped custody but he fought her and some Death Eaters she had under her spell. She apparently makes herself look smoking hot with illusions, but she is really revolting. In the end she got too close to the water on Siren Cove and they got her…"
"That's not all; some Harry King also beat up some more Death Eaters in Hogsmeade the next day!" Fred picked up. "Completely floored them using all sorts of odd magiks, and even beat some up with his bare hands."
"I think these rumours are getting out of hand!" Rose said with a sigh. "Anyway, Ginny, do you want me and June to help with work?" she asked as she turned to her friend getting an eager nod of her head.
to be continued...
Meanwhile miles away her ears were burning as she was cold and hungry as she pulled her body up from the ocean, her flab on full display. She could not use much of her power as she blinked in surprise as something nudged her. She was lucky to survive and now this, she looked around at it.
Startled was an understatement, but, seriously. It was a large creature with ripples of fat on its body and large fanged teeth. He made weird noises, but she was too tired and out of magic to get rid of it, she had lost her cute outfit while fighting the mer-bitches.
The thing would not give up and took her silence for something else, as she just could not move. She screamed as its flabby body rolled up onto her and something long and hard entered her from the rear entrance.
She screamed and squirmed, but it helped her naught, as she was the true bitch!
Maybe she should have just drowned to death?