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Well, hello everyone. First, I would like to apologise for every mistake you might see in this fanfiction. English is not my first langage. Harry Potter: The Vengeful Soldier is a translation in english (because why not?) of my fanficttion in french: Harry Potter: Le Soldat Vengeur.
For those who really want to know what's going to happen next, you can try to read it with google translation (but that might be difficult, because google translation is... well... not the best translator out here). It has already more than twenty chapters (a little bit more than a hundred thousand words).
For the others, well, I wish you the best, and hope you will enjoy reading my story !
PS: You will see it later in the chapter, but I'm using the 24H clock as I don't want to make a mistake with "am" and "pm". It shouldn't pose that much of a problem normally, but at least, you know it now.
War. The eternal obstacle to peace. It is inescapable. Before any peace, there is war, and before any war there is peace. Anyone may do everything to avoid it, but we can only push it back. In a sense, it could be seen as a necessary step for evolution.
If Harry had been asked his opinion on war, he would not necessarily have used the same words to describe it. According to him, a more accurate description would be: "An endless stack of shit that brings nothing good and never stops."
The hero of the wizarding world had changed a lot since Voldemort's death. Once Hogwarts and the Ministry were rebuilt, he joined the Auror program. His records on the entrance exams are still a source of motivation for new candidates each year. Indeed, if a boy who hadn't even validated his seventh year at Hogwarts had managed to get a perfect score on all the exams, then anyone could.
In reality, things were not so simple. Since the destruction of the Horcrux in his head, he had realized that his ability to learn and understand magic was far superior to normal. When his colleagues had difficulties with Bone-Breaking Spells, he had managed to master it silently after four attempts.
His magical reserves had also increased. Or, if we want to be more accurate, they had returned to normal. It would seem that not having his magic constantly absorbed by an absurdly powerful Dark Lord is rather useful. Of course, he didn't immediately regain access to the reserves he has today. Nevertheless, if we compare him to the Harry of the sixth year, it's as if his reserves have been multiplied by a hundred.
The years that followed his victory against the evil wizard had been the best of Harry's life. His magic was more powerful than ever, he had married Ginny, and they had even had three children. And above all, he was the head of the Aurors. Everything seemed perfect... on the surface.
The first sign that something was wrong didn't actually come from the Ministry, or even from Great Britain. No, it came from France. Apparently, a new Dark Lord was beginning to gather followers. It was Fleur who had informed him about it.
Worried that a new war was about to start, he joined the French Aurors to bring the man down. However, after a fierce battle, he did not manage to kill him. Why ? Because even after his body died, the wizard, or what was left of him, managed to possess one of the French Aurors on the spot and flee. How did he survive ? Only Harry knew. He knew this method of immortality. He already had to face it before. And he clearly wasn't ready to do it again… Horcruxes.
However, his realization brought no good. And just as he had brought down the new self-proclaimed Dark Lord, another rose in Japan, then in Spain, then in the United States. It went on and on, with Harry unable to do anything, each of them gathering new followers. Every day, he wondered where it had all gone wrong, until he remembered an interview he had done with Ron with Rita Skeeter.
# Flashback #
"Good day to you Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. I am very happy to be able to speak with you today. On behalf of the Daily Prophet, as well as all of our readers, we thank you for liberating the wizarding world," declared the journalist, smiling falsely at Harry who stared at her.
"We simply did what had to be done," Ron replied, puffing out his chest.
"Oh for goodness sake, Ron, control yourself," Harry thought, clenching his fist. He had managed to fend off all interviews for the past year. Voldemort's fall, mourning of the deceased, exams, and then his first missions as an Auror. He had used everything to avoid facing the perfidious woman.
In the past, she was not a threat. He could use his Animagus power against her to blackmail her. However, since the Ministry's reconstruction, she had discreetly registered, making any blackmail impossible. Thus, the only thing he could do was be careful about what he said or did in public.
Ron, on the other hand, did not have the same self-preservation instinct. He, who had been until then just another Weasley boy without great accomplishments, was now a hero of the wizarding world, in a relationship with a heroine, and best friend of the great Harry Potter. So, when he started getting interview requests, he accepted them with pleasure, telling anyone who would listen their stories. Well, rather 'his' stories. In his versions of their adventures, he was always there, saving the other two. Without him, nothing would have been possible.
Harry agreed to a certain extent. But from there to implying that without him, nothing would have been possible, it was too much. Harry had met many people after the war. He had forged new bonds. This had allowed him to realize that if he had wanted to, he could have had many more friends at Hogwarts. And especially loyal friends. Ron's repeated betrayals caused by his jealousy still ran through Harry's head.
In his interviews, Ron had also given quite a few details about what they did to bring down the Dark Lord. But so far, he had never gone into too much detail.
"You are so humble, Mr Weasley ! But without your efforts, Mr Potter and Miss Granger-Weasley wouldn't have been able to go that far", praised Rita, knowing full well the effects that her words would have on Ron. Harry growled, his patience growing lower and lower by the minute. Rita, understanding her predicament, winked at Ron before turning back to Harry.
"Mr Potter, I am truly delighted to be able to speak with you today. I am sure our readers are very curious to know how a young wizard of barely seventeen years old was able to take down one of the most dangerous and powerful Dark Lord to ever exist on Earth. After all, even the great Albus Dumbledore had fallen against him. So, tell us, what happened that last year before his death ? The only thing that we knew is that you were did you prepare to face the Dark Lord ? Tell us."
Harry knew this question was coming. So far, between his escapes from the Prophet and its journalists, alongside Ron's slowness to tell stories, they had avoided talking about the Horcrux hunt. He desperately wanted to avoid talking about it. He knew that mentioning the existence of these things would result in condemning the wizarding world, or even the whole world, to death. He had to change the subject. Or at least, he had to make Rita give up. With this in mind, he growled:
"We've been training for combat to be ready when the time comes. Nothing more, nothing less."
Rita, unfortunately, saw through his lie and retorted: "Come on, Mr. Potter, our readers will want details. One hypothesis is that you have learned very dark magic. What do you think of that?"
"That's bullshit! We never used black magic. On the contrary, we went around the world to destroy those damn artifacts!" snapped Ron, clearly disgusted at the idea of being associated with black magic.
Harry stiffened at his friend's idiotic response. Black magic was a subject of contention between the two men. Ron was repulsed by anything that came close to black magic. But Harry saw things differently. In his opinion, there was no such thing as white or black magic. Some spells were certainly evil, yes. But not magic itself. A simple levitation spell powerful enough can cause death. On the contrary, a death curse can be used to end the suffering of a dying patient.
That's why he had started to learn more about the subject in parallel with his training at the Auror Academy. He then realized that he was very gifted in the field. He absorbed spells considered to be dark even faster than "normal" magic. This caused a small rift between the three heroes of the wizarding world. Harry, on one hand, argued that it is mainly the user who is the problem, not the magic itself, and Ron and Hermione, on the other hand, accused him of turning into a Dark wizard. The only person who understood him was Ginny, although she preferred to focus on her studies and Quidditch rather than his research.
Shaking his head at the bad memories, he glared at Ron. The idiot could have kept quiet. But no, he had to talk about dark artifacts in front of Skeeter.
"Around the world? Artifacts? You must tell us about it. What exactly did you do?" she asked, her quill poised to exaggerate Ron's story.
Ron seemed to realize his stupidity and looked at Harry who shook his head. Harry, preferring to avoid another stupid thing coming out of his friend's mouth, cut the story short.
"During our escape, we came across several dark artifacts. We took the opportunity to destroy them. Nothing more, nothing less," Harry lied.
"Really? Even wanted all over the country, you were still fighting in the shadows? You truly are great heroes. What did you destroy, for example, Mr. Weasley? Given everything you managed to accomplish at Hogwarts, I'm sure you destroyed more than one of those strange artifacts," she threw out, trying to inflate the redhead's ego... unfortunately successfully.
"Oh of course. I destroyed a Horcrux myself: the locket of Salazar Slytherin himself," he exclaimed arrogantly.
Now Harry was angry. No. He was furious. Since the trio's separation, they had agreed on one thing: never, EVER, talk about the Horcruxes. But this... brainless idiot had done it. It was too late now.
"Oh my god! Impressive! The wizarding world owes you a lot. But, for our readers, can you explain what a Horcrux is?" she pointed out with a big smile. There you go, she had her scoop. She just had to get the big redhead talking a little more.
"It's nothing the wizarding world should know. We're done here, we're leaving," Harry growled harshly, grabbing Ron's arm and getting up.
"And Rita, if I were you, I wouldn't let this interview appear in the paper," he added, looking at the surprised reporter.
"Come on Mr. Potter, our readers deserve to know the truth. You know that as a journalist, my role is to inform and restore the truth in the wizarding world," she replied slyly.
Harry's hand trembled. He had to restrain himself from drawing his wand and blasting the arrogant reporter.
Not wanting to risk another response from Ron that would cause them trouble, he pulled Ron towards him and Apparated, leaving the small Ministry room where they were being interviewed. But it was too late, the damage was already done.
# End of Flashback #
That word. That simple slip of the tongue had led them to the hell they were currently in.
Rita had not heeded Harry's threat. "Predictable," he thought. The newspaper went around the world. All dark wizards, from the simple curious child to the old necromancer, did research on the subject. And while many of them were disgusted at the idea of splitting their soul, a few, in search of power and immortality, embarked on the creation of one of them.
Thus, thirteen years after Voldemort's death, a confident and powerful Harry found himself in the DWT (Dark Wizard Task Force) squad. The rise of power of dark wizards had not gone unnoticed in the wizarding world. All countries were affected, and Great Britain was not spared. These wizards were not idiots, they knew very well that some powerful wizards could defeat them. One of them, the one who knew how to destroy Horcruxes, Harry Potter, was particularly dangerous. As a renowned Auror, a magically very powerful man, and known for having brought down Lord Voldemort himself, he was one of the main targets.
Until a year ago, he had decided not to get involved in all this. However, one day, while he was at work, his house was attacked. Ginny and the kids were there. A new group of purists, made up of a few Death Eaters who had survived the Battle of Hogwarts, as well as new adherents to the cause, had managed to break the protections of his house.
When he arrived home, he collapsed. His house was on fire, everything was destroyed. In front of the door, four pikes were lined up on which the decapitated heads of Ginny and the children were impaled. That day, he swore that he would eradicate all the dark wizards in the world, no matter how long it took.
He then resumed his training and definitively cut ties with his old friends who, instead of supporting him, blamed him for Ginny's death. He had kept in touch with George, who, after the loss of his sister, had once again lost himself.
Otherwise, he had isolated himself, focusing on becoming stronger and bringing down the new "Dark Lords".
A world war was brewing. He knew it. Almost all countries were in civil war, the Statute of Secrecy was slowly going down, and wizards could be seen fighting in public places.
It was then that he was approached by the ICW. To deal with these mages, a group composed of the five best wizards of the modern world had been formed. He was contacted to be one of the members. He accepted immediately, and, accompanied by his four comrades, traveled the world to face the Dark Lords.
All this went on, until today.
10/05/2010, 18H34, Rome, Italy:
"So Harry, how d'you feel bout' this mission?" asked Leo, the oldest member of the squad. They were all five in a helicopter under a silencing charm and hidden by a Disillusionment spell.
"I don't feel very good about it, honestly. The last self-proclaimed Dark Lord almost killed all five of us, so two at once..." he replied, letting the end of his sentence trail off.
Indeed, their last battle had almost ended in defeat. The five of them had to face an entire army of dark wizards, vampires, and magical beasts of all kinds, in addition to a "Dark Lord". They had managed to find the Horcrux he had created. But killing him had been much more difficult.
The ICW had congratulated them on their victory. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. No sooner had they returned than they were sent back to Italy. This time, two very powerful dark wizards whose Horcruxes had been previously destroyed had decided to ally themselves.
"Do you zhink vee are not strong enough to vin dis fight?" asked the Russian of the group, Elena, in broken English.
"I wouldn't say we're not strong enough, just that if these bastards are as powerful as the last madman we faced, we have a good chance of losing some members tonight," he explained, sharpening one of his knives.
The other two members of the group, a Japanese healer, Masayuki, and a Malagasy, Hery, known for the power of his offensive spells, remained silent. Unlike Harry, these four still had family. Hearing from the most powerful among them that they were on a suicide mission did not reassure them for a single second.
Because that's what he is. The most powerful among them. He combined within him all the qualities of all the other sorcerers and witches present: speed, strength, healing magic, black magic, as well as massive area damage helicopter continued to fly to survey the area. They had obtained information from a spy that there would be an attack to bring down the Italian capital in the evening.
An hour later, as the small group continued to fly over the area, several explosions sounded in the distance. Leo, a Frenchman known for his speed with his wand, turned around to readjust his cloak.
They were all dressed according to their abilities. For Leo, his outfit was lighter, allowing him to move around more easily, for example. Harry's outfit was a bit more sophisticated. He wore a black top over a dragon skin armor. Fine metal chains hung down each side. His basilisk scale epaulets were hidden by his long black hooded cloak. His trousers, a strange mix between a dress suit and military pants, allowed him to move around without too much difficulty, while still protecting him. On his belt, one could see several holsters containing potions of all kinds. On the side rested his wand holster with his wand. This extraordinary combination of his wand, Voldemort's wand and the Elder Wand had saved his life more than once.
Indeed, after the death of his wife and children, he decided to go and retrieve Tom's wand as well as the Elder Wand. He had to be at his best, so he would be. He had brought everything to Ollivander with a single order: "Do your best." The man had surpassed himself. His wand was thirty-five centimeters long, and looked much like the original Elder Wand. However, it was now white, with a black floral pattern running along its length. On the handle, a shiny gold color rested the mark of the relics.
This wand had worked for him better than any other wand. It was destructive. Unstoppable. With a thought and a flick of his wand, he did what he wanted. Unfortunately, its power was offset by the speed at which it drained his energy.
Still in the helicopter, he stepped forward and stood on the helicopter skids, forcing his magic onto his feet to anchor him. He wore magically reinforced boots (like the rest of his outfit, actually) to be more solid, but above all to silence his footsteps.
Apart from his wand, Harry kept several weapons on him. He kept a revolver that he had personalized and named: "Revenge", several knives of varying lengths, as well as poisoned needles hidden under his cloak. The only weapon other than his wand that was not hidden was the revolver that he kept in a holster attached to his left thigh.
Fortunately, he had had his eyesight corrected since the end of the first war. This was mandatory in his work as an Auror. As his instructor had said, "Whether you're Harry Potter, the boy who lived, or a big fat goat fart, if you can't see the spells coming right into your stupid face, you're screwed. So fix those damn eyes!".
He scanned the exploding area. His green eyes gleamed, his thirst for vengeance against the dark wizards had not diminished, and even if the battle was almost lost in advance, he was eager to fight.
However, as they were all preparing to arrive at the combat zone, a flash of orange followed by a large explosion sounded in the distance. The light flew straight in their direction. Harry turned around and cast a shield around himself reflexively, but the spell was not aimed at him. It was aimed at the helicopter. His last thought before passing out was: "How did they know the helicopter was there?".
10/05/2010, 21H54, Rome, Italy:
The first sign that something was wrong when Harry woke up was the pain he felt all over his body. He opened his eyes slowly and scanned the area around him. He quickly saw flashes going off from one side to the other. "There's a fight going on," he quickly realized. "Wait... the helicopter! The mission! The others!". He took a few deep breaths, making sure his body and his five senses were in working order before getting up. His legs and back hurt a bit, but he didn't have anything broken. He looked around and saw that he had landed in an alley and crashed to the ground. Hard. At least, if the crater at his feet was any indication.
He grabbed his wand that was lying on the ground in front of him and cast a few minor healing spells. Fortunately, his powerful shield charm seemed to have absorbed the vast majority of the impact. His armor had done the rest.
Straightening his shoulders and making sure he wasn't missing anything, he stood up to his full height and prepared to enter the battle. He had been thrown out of the helicopter, so he had no way of knowing the situation with the others.
Harry was a tall man, both in general and physically. He was already six feet tall at seventeen, after all. Today, strengthened by constant training, he looked like a real force of nature. His hair had grown, forcing him to tie it back in a ponytail, with a part hanging loosely on the sides of his face. His stiff posture, his great height, his bright green eyes shining with power, and the ambient magic coming off his body were enough to scare away many imprudent people who wanted to measure themselves against him.
If Dumbledore's magic was benevolent, and Voldemort's magic was frightening, then his was absolutely chaotic. Voldemort imposed himself through fear, and Albus through respect. He was a mixture of the two, imposing both respect on his loved ones and fear on his enemies.
Wand in hand, he cast a Patronus, his faithful stag, whom he asked to go and see his comrades. However, the stag simply spun around on itself before disappearing.
This indicated two possibilities. Either they were under powerful protections, or they were... dead. Not wanting to imagine the second option, he stepped out of the alley and observed the fight. On both sides of the street, he could see wizards dressed in red fighting other wizards. "In red, it must be the Italian Aurors," he supposed. He would have to be careful. He crossed the street at a brisk pace, sending spells here and there and parrying the curses that came at him.
10/05/2010, 22H21, Rome, Italy:
He had found them. The helicopter had crashed on the roof of a nearby building. However, his joy was short-lived.
When he arrived on the scene, the first thing he saw was the bodies of Leo, Elena, and Hery crushed under the helicopter. A quick detection spell revealed that they were dead. He was too late. Once again, he had lost those he cared about. He had no more tears. All that was left was anger. This anger fueled his eternal rage against the dark wizards.
As he was about to leave, he heard a small squeak a little further away. Dodging the remains of the flying machine, he found Masayuki sitting against the edge of the roof, a helicopter blade in his stomach. Harry ran to him and knelt down.
"Masayuki! Damn it, don't move, I'm going to get this shit out of you. You're going to be okay, just wait a bit!" he cried out to cover the sound of the explosions getting closer.
As he raised his wand, the Japanese man suddenly grabbed his arm. His face concentrated for a few moments. Finally, his choice of words complete, he spoke in a feverish voice: "Harry, listen... to me... it's... too late... for me... for all of us... But... you have to be careful... There's... a mole... among us... They knew... about the helicopter... Be careful...".
Harry's hand was shaking, until finally Masayuki released his arm. "Damn it! They had kids, families! I swear, I'm going to kill those two bastards, even if I have to blow up my magic core in the process!"
With a sigh, he closed the eyes of his former comrade, took back his wand and stood up. The explosions were very close now. He was going to fight to the end. Gritting his teeth, he strode towards the battle: "Shit is REALLY about to go down!"
10/05/2010, 22H05, Rome, Italy:
It only took him a few seconds to reach the combat zone. Bodies littered the streets. The surrounding buildings were burning, collapsing. The Italian capital had fallen. But he would make sure those responsible for it would join it quickly.
Raising his wand in a complicated pattern, he chanted in an ancient language before sweeping his wand horizontally with a sharp snap. A black curved blade crossed the street and tore apart everything outside of the red wizards present.
He had learned this spell while searching the mansion where Voldemort was hiding. It took a little while to cast, but was almost unstoppable, and cut down anyone the caster considered an enemy.
The killing of several dozen wizards attracted two figures who had so far remained behind. The first, a tall man, almost reaching Harry's height, was named Sethom. He was a powerful Russian dark wizard, close to Voldemort's level at his best, whose power was constantly increasing. Unlike Voldemort, who hid his desire for domination behind a cause, this one was open about his race for power. It was simple, those who helped him, he made them stronger, the others, he killed them.
Unfortunately, this attracted many power-hungry wizards to join his ranks. That alone made him a dangerous man. But since the formation of the DWT squad, he had teamed up with a dark lady, Siena. Siena, for her part, advocated the destruction of the status of secrecy. This led Harry to suppose that she was the cause of this attack on the capital.
Indeed, Sethom did not attack on a large scale. His goal being only for himself, he cared very little for the lives of Muggles. Siena, however, was different. And the association of the two was very dangerous, because where Siena was slightly less powerful than Sethom, she was much more cunning and sly.
Harry saw them approaching, and taking a deep breath, he walked down the middle of the street, wand in hand. His cloak fluttered in the wind, his face distorted with anger, he prepared for the impending battle.
"Harry Potter, what a pleasure to meet you! It seems your little buddies have already gone... elsewhere," Siena said in an attempt to make him lose his cool. Sethom arrived at his side, his own wand in hand.
"A mutual pleasure. I'll be happy to crush you… both of you!". He punctuated the last words by releasing his magic, pushing the two powerful dark wizards back slightly under the pressure.
He suddenly raised his wand, a gesture that was mirrored by his opponents, and the battle began.
10/05/2010, 22H09, Rome, Italy:
Harry knew he was at a disadvantage, so he continued to compress his magic core, putting a lot of pressure on the other two wizards. It would drain him faster, but it would prevent him from being disadvantaged by their speed.
He waved his wand to tear up the road in front of him, then banished the stone at the two dark wizards. Sethom turned his wand, and in an elaborate motion turned all the stone into dust. Siena quickly followed up with a chain of varied curses.
Harry dodged the spells, leaning, rolling, and blocking when necessary. Suddenly, he slammed his wand vertically, sending a long black blade at Sethom who Apparated away to dodge it. Harry continued by casting the Fiendfyre spell. The spell took the form of a giant stag, accompanied by a Grim and a Basilisk. The two wizards held their wands in front of them with both hands and began to fight for control of the powerful spell.
Harry, for his part, passed control to his non-wand hand before conjuring a rush of knives which he sent at Siena. He knew she was the weakest, so he would have to bring her down first. She stopped fighting for control of the fire and transplaned forward just as the knives were about to hit her.
Harry decided it was time to use a new spell. He had begun to study time magic in more detail. It was time to test it out. Chanting while twisting his wand, he fired a yellow flash at the knives. These, flying just behind the dark sorceress who resumed her fight to block the fire, turned around, as if time was rewinding. She heard the whistling sounds behind her and turned to be violently struck by the handle of three knives. The first broke her nose while the others hit her ribs. She fell back, dodging the others that were coming back to Harry.
Harry quickly banished them to the side, transmitted the flow of magic back to his wand, which he dissipated. Maintaining the magic pressure and the fire spell had drained him a lot, so he had to enter the second phase of the fight, recovery. He erected a shield and prepared himself. The other two wizards, one wounded and the other starting to tire, launched a barrage of spells at the last Potter who retaliated with his own.
10/05/2010, 22H42, Rome, Italy:
The fight had been raging for over half an hour now. The entire street had been annihilated, and everyone outside the three powerful wizards was dead. The magnificent architecture, the vehicles, everything was destroyed. In the middle of that no man's land, the fight continued.
Harry was sweating profusely, twisting his wand to deflect the spells that were coming at him. He had had to release the pressure he was exerting, and even though he allowed himself recovery phases, the absence of the rest of his team was making itself felt.
"So Mr. Potter, are you getting tired? Is the great hero of the wizarding world admitting defeat?" Sethom exclaimed joyfully.
The man was just as tired as Harry. And Siena too. The only difference was in the injuries they had suffered. Harry had a knife stuck in his right leg, and many bruises and broken bones here and there. Only his powerful magic allowed him to stand. Siena was pretty battered up as well. In addition to her injuries at the beginning of the fight, she had been hit by several of Harry's Bone-Breakers. Sethom, however, only had a few cuts and burns. Harry being focused on the dark sorceress, he had not inflicted much damage on the pressing his already well-drained magic core, Harry cast a shockwave that sent the two Dark Lords to the ground. He would have to finish them off, and quickly. He began to cast spells at an inhuman speed. What was left of the ground rose, the walls split open, the air cracked. It was his last chance to take them out of the fight and he knew it.
The two blocked as best they could, terrified by the power of the wizard before them. "A powerful wizard? My ass, he's a fucking monster!" Sethom thought as his wand arm was torn off by one of the green-eyed man's spells.
Harry's cloak fluttered, giving the other two no chance to retaliate. Siena nevertheless tried to cast a flurry of birds that she transformed into heavy rocks just before they approached Harry.
Harry, magically exhausted, decided to slow down his assault and drew "Revenge". He would have to act quickly. He fired four bullets at the approaching rocks, charging the bullets with magic. The latter exploded before they could touch him. Without wasting any time, he fired the last two bullets at Sethom who did not see them coming.
The dark wizard, already tired, tried to cast a shield to save his life... in vain. His head exploded, as the rocks had done just before, and his body fell back. Harry concentrated. Since horcruxes had become commonplace among dark wizards, a way to destroy them had been put in place.
Normally, all the horcruxes of the two idiots in front of him should be destroyed. However, Harry remembered Masayuki's words. There was a traitor among their superiors. So, that meant nothing was certain.
He had created a new spell that, although it did not destroy horcruxes, allowed him to gather the separated soul pieces from one of its pieces.
He knew he had done the right thing when he saw the ghostly shadow rise above the man's body. Concentrating to the fullest, he chanted and moved his wand like a conductor. The soul was drawn to him, before coming to a standstill. A second of chanting later, it was struck by two other dark pieces. Without wasting any more time, Harry cast another Fiendfyre on the specter in front of him.
The fire consumed the man who, with a terrifying scream, disappeared. Harry had managed to kill Sethom. He then tried to stop his spell, and after many efforts, compressed the fire and managed to extinguish it. However, it cost him all his remaining strength as blood began to flow from his eyes and ears. His fatigue caught up with him, and he felt his left leg give way. He managed to keep his balance, only to see Siena walking towards him.
"I must thank you, I suppose. Thanks to you, and to this fight, the statute of secrecy has officially fallen, I am rid of that idiot Sethom, and you and your team will never be able to interfere with my plans again," she said, limping slowly towards him.
Harry just stared at her. He couldn't lose. No. There were too many lives at stake. The squad had taken down almost all of the new self-proclaimed "Dark Lords". He couldn't die now. Not without taking her with him.
Siena arrived in front of him and raised her head to look him in the eyes. A beast. A monster. "How can he stand up after taking so much damage?" she cried out inwardly.
It was his immense hatred that allowed Harry to stand, nothing else. In a last-ditch effort, he began to compress his own core again, which was trying its best to refill itself. Siena, understanding what he was going to do, tried to Apparate, but was caught by Harry's right hand.
"I don't give a shit anymore. You took everything from me. I won't let you count this mission as a success, no matter the cost!" The man pointed his wand at the sorceress in front of him and concentrated on redoing the time control spell, but on a larger scale. He was aiming for... the whole city. He couldn't bring people back to life, but at least the damage done to the architecture would be repaired, these two fools would be destroyed, and with luck the statute of secrecy might be maintained.
"You crazy bastard! You fucking bastard, do you realize what you're doing!" she screamed, shaking her arm.
Harry snickered, and in a last-ditch effort, released all the magic he had accumulated, completely draining his core of all magic and causing it to implode.
"Ginny, everyone, please wait for me... I'm coming." These were his last thoughts before everything went white.
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In the middle of a dark alley, the body of a man covered in wounds stirred. He slowly opened his eyelids to reveal two bright green orbs. "An alley? Again? Is this a running gag? Even hell is a fucking alley?" the man thought. "Well, if I still have all these injuries, and all my gear, that means I'm still alive, somehow."
Scanning his eyes, he immediately recognized the alley. He was next to the Leaky Cauldron. "Impossible." After a powerful attack on the entire city in 2004, the bar had closed its doors for good and was later replaced by a clothing store.
Raising his arm with difficulty, he grabbed his wand and muttered, "Tempus."
He felt something crack in his stomach: "Is that my magic core that just cracked ? Shit... I'm going to have to find a way to fix that," he thought to himself as he observed the display in front of him. His eyes widened, the shock causing him to drop his wand. "What the hell…?"
Written in front of him was: "11/05/1991, 00H05"
Here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be, but I'll do my best, considering I'm all alone both for writing in french, correcting and translating my story.
In the meanwhile, take care ! Lots of love !