Harry Potter - Hellion!

 

From previously:

Immediately, Harry recognized the dog he had a memory of. "Pafoo? Pafoo!", as he ran to hug the neck of his dream dog. The cold water dripped on Harry’s body, but Harry ignored it, his eyes wet with tears as he kept repeating "Pafoo!" over and over.

Just then, an icy voice was heard from the edge of the pond, as a thin, very emaciated man crawled out of the pond turned mud hole.

"Well, well! What a nice family reunion! Just in time for me to reap the rewards of my sufferings! Avada Kavadra!"

Now, on with the next chapter.

Harry immediately recognized the dangerous spell the bone-faced men had tried to use on him, and took defensive measures. A white-hot dome enveloped the dirty, dark-minded man, and the green spell hit the shield, fizzling at its contact.

"That is impossible!" said a voice every mage of some years recognized. But it was mingled with another accent, another tone, Eastern European in origin.

"Dumbledore!" said an infuriated Sirius.

At the same time, Narcissa exclaimed "Grindelwald!"

The two looked at each other, blinking.

"Who is the cold cut in training?" asked Harry.

"That is the ex-headmaster of Hogwarts, traitor at large, who sold your family to Voldemort," said Sirius. If looks could kill, Dumbledore would have perished right then and there. "He is the one that took you to your aunt, whom, with the complicity of her husband, tried to kill you that very night. He wanted you dead so he could become the sole heir of the Ambrosius line."

"Ambrosius?"

"Merlin Ambrosius, Harry. We talked about him some last year, remember?" asked Draco, as he hugged Harry hard.

"Oh, that grandpa."

"Yes."

"So we have in front of us a murderer, a person intent on line theft if not extinction, and a war-monger."

Meanwhile, Dumbledore – Grindelwald were trying to escape the dome, using every dirty trick they could come up with. Harry was smirking.

"Smirk all you want, brat, if I do not get you, lord Voldemort will! I made sure he would die trying!"

"You mean the bastard that hurt me when my parents died? I have been busy cleaning up the world of his little toys. There are only two left, and I can sense where they are. It is only a question of time before I get rid of them, before disposing of the shade form he now travels in. Yes, I know about horcruxes, old pervert. You could have destroyed the one stuck between my brain case and my skin, you know, and quite easily at that. Removing a wooden shard is as easy as using a needle to prick it out. But no, I am sure you wanted me to die at his hands, my mind eaten alive by that mental sucker."

"If you think a needle would have solved the issue, you are mistaken. I bonded your magic so tight if would have strangled on itself at eleven, when you tried your first Wingardium Leviosa spell at Hogwarts."

"Sorry to disappoint you, I have never heard of Wingardium Leviosa, what does it do?"

"It negates gravity."

"Like this?" said Harry, lifting a huge boulder from the ground by just looking at it, not even bothering to move a hand.

Dumbledore – Grindelwald looked at the rock and at Harry in shock.

"That is impossible! You should be dead!"

"Impossible is a wall built in the mind of the beholder. Nothing is impossible given the will and the focus." Harry then gently settled the two hundred and fifty ton rock back in its position, still smirking at the old geezer.

"As for that wood shard, I burned it in-situ; your bonds did not survive the guardians’ attempt at drowning me. Survival magic is more powerful than conscious magic, as it is powered by emotions. Fear and rage are the most powerful driving forces when it comes to feats of magic."

The duo of dark mages renewed their attack on the shield, throwing their all out. Harry looked at the show with interest.

"I like fireworks, but that one is getting repetitive. Time to take terminal action, I think."

"What do you plan to do?" asked Neville, who stood on the other side of Harry, watching the light show with awe.

"They will be banned from the cycle of life. When I am done, they will no longer exist, as I will dispose of their very soul."

Neville and Draco looked at the young boy with awe, and in the case of Neville, a certain amount of fear. The adults and teens nearby whom had heard the condemnation shivered. The destruction of a soul was something even the dark Lord had not envisioned. He favored sending his enemies on to the next life, but he had not, yet, thought of disposing of the very essence of a being. No one dared say anything.

Harry looked at the fused soul shards, well aware that they had irremediably destroyed each other by using the horcrux bond on the other’s soul. As the others watched, a white-hot plasma formed within the shield, first burning the body to a crisp before even the molecules dissolved into a plasma. Yet, the heat continued to rise, and the plasma itself began to ionize further, as the atoms dissociated into their basic components. The super-plasma state continued to heat up, well beyond white hot, and the particles themselves dissolved into pure energy, losing mass and finally, even the neutrinos became pure energy.

"Phase one: done. Phase two, beginning."

"What is phase two?" asked Draco, whimpering.

"The destruction of the soul. A soul can resist the destruction of the universe, but I want that bastard gone, and gone he will be."

The shield began compressing the plasma, and the area inside, rather than becoming whiter, became darker, gradually turning totally black. The darkness took a human form, whose head showed two face back to back.

"The two faces of the same coin," said Harry, "These are the soul of Dumbledore and the soul of Grindelwald. They are really fused now, for what will feel for them eternity, but for us will be mere seconds. Time is elastic and depends on whom reads the clock. The muggles discovered that fact not so long ago, and mages, had they bothered to think things out, would have known of the fact the first time they ported. And no, it is not fun for them. They are in the ninth level of hell, and I plan to open the gates to the tenth level, where no soul can survive, just for their enjoyment. Time, there, stops, so yes, it is eternal torment, but they can not even think of anything, as thinking is time-related. It will be pain, and only pain. When I close the gate back, that level will disappear, taking with it the souls."

The tenth gate opened and the dark. black souls shone compared to its darkness. The faces visible on the ‘soul coin’ showed horror, but could do nothing to escape the mounting pressure exerted on their ‘universe’ by the collapsing of the shield sphere. Suddenly the sphere popped across the gate, taking with it the super-heated plasma, the souls and the essence of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Harry closed the gate, which resonated with a powerful explosion from the other side.

"What happened?" asked a fearful Neville.

"The moment the gate closed, my magic was cut off, and the bubble exploded shaking the foundations of Hell itself. Everything dissolved, mater, spirit, soul, everything. It will gradually cool down to thermal equilibrium, a few trillion years of their time, at which point the two bastards will finally die. They wanted eternity, they got their wish."

"So, now what?" asked Neville, as he looked at Harry with awe.

"Now? We go visit Diagon Alley. I have been wanting to go there to pay a visit to some bastards that have broken their own rules."

"Who?"

"The Goblins. They are hiding one horcrux in their vaults, ignoring their engagement to dispose of it, under the guise that they have an obligation to keep it for the owner. Well, the owner is Bellatrix Lestrange, and it so happens, I took care of the bitch some time back, several years back, but they refused to abide by their own rules. I plan to give them a lesson they will not soon forget!"

"I thought it was the Queen’s Own that had dealt her the blow?"

"She was way too quick for them. I happened on the fight, and took her out. Did not bother to stay behind to clarify where the deed had come from."

"But thy said they destroyed it."

"They destroyed something, but not the horcrux. I think they just melted a piece of gold they wanted to prepare to coin, and showed you the result. Its signature is still very clear to me."

"The bastards!"

"You have it in a word. Now, they will learn not to fuck with me! Now, who wants to go to Diagon Alley?"

Everyone wanted, but transport by portkey was problematic. Harry opened a portal gate in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, and invited everyone to walk through, directly in Diagon Alley. He then walked in himself, closing the gate behind.

---

"Okay, we stick together. First thing, for those who need wands, Ollivander’s, then for the clothes freaks, Madam Malkin’s. Then we have a quick trip to the dentist’s dream, Florean Fortescue’s ice-cream parlor. Those of you that return to Hogwarts with me, we hit the bookstore, Flourish and Blotts, the shit store, err, the potions ingredients, the owl store, the pans and pots store, but, before all that the luggage store... I am not going to have you carry your stuff on your backs. For that matter, everyone gets a trunk, whether you go to Hogwarts or not. So, off we go to Merchant’s Trunk Emporium."

The kids followed Harry to the store, that was located right beside Ollivander’s Wands and invaded the store. Harry looked around for the shop owner, and found the man hiding under a table, afraid of the invasion.

"We need trunks. Three-hundred and fifty-three to be exact. Do you have that in store?"

"No, I barely sell that much in a year."

"Okay, what is your best?"

"That one, it is made of mahogany, a tropical wood that is resistant to magic, water, even salt water, and is water-tight. This one has inbuilt expansion charms, and seven compartments. It is the one favored by Alistor Moody. It has blood locks, magic locks, and finger-print locks. To open it, you must put your hand on the lock, and it samples your blood, your magic, and checks your fingerprints. Also, it has a weightless charm, and is resistant to fire. Each compartment is about the size of this store showroom, so you can actually live in it. Some have installed an entire house in it. There is a witch that even had a disillusionment charm on hers, that had it look like an old abandoned shoe or boot."

"How many of those do you have?"

"Fifty or so, but they cost! It is one hundred fifty galleons each! Top of the line, top of the price range, you know."

"So. How long to make additional ones, say three hundred?"

"Three... three hundred? A good three months!"

"Too slow, way too slow. You know what? I will buy you the fifty you have, and pay you half price for the rest, to keep your mouth shut, got it? Then I will do them. Do we have an agreement?"

The shopkeeper made the maths in his head. Seven thousand and five hundred for those he had in stock, about three year’s worth of income just for that sale; then another twenty-two thousand and five hundred to keep his mouth shut? He could even retire!

"Okay. At that price you can have the shop and I will handle you the deeds right now!"

"I do not need a shop to be robbed blind by dishonest employees. Knowing my temper, the alley would not survive." Harry pulled a bottomless purse, an rummaged through it, pulling stacks of galleons, that rapidly covered the counter. "There you are, sir, thirty thousand galleons, the price of your silence and your top of the line inventory."

The shop owner looked at all the gold, his legs like jelly. He had thought the kid was joking, but apparently his word was gold, and it sure rang true too.

"Okay guys, Take your trunk, and watch as I register mine. It is easy. Since the lock is not keyed in, you only need to put your right hand on the lock. It will scan your magic, your hand, and then prick your finger for a sample of blood. Once everything is done properly, the lock turns green. After that no one can open the trunk but yourself. Got it?"

A plethora of "Yah" followed.

"After you are done, shrink your trunk and put it in the hip bag, with your coins."

Another series of agreements followed.

"Now, to create additional trunks!" Harry looked around for a place to put newly created trunks until the owners picked them up. He found a back wall, and stood, facing it. Suddenly, trunk after trunk appeared, piling up along the wall, ten wide by five high.

"Fifty trunks to pick up!" he said, sipping a glass of water. The creation cycle repeated six times, and Harry created the last three, one for a four-year old that almost disappeared behind his trunk, one for Draco, and one for Neville.

"We are done, See you later, sir."

---

The group of children followed Harry on to Ollivander’s. Gerrick was shocked at the number of children invading his shop. He recognized some from previous visits, mostly the older ones. Informed of their misfortune, he quickly distributed copies of their original wands. Then came the hard work of matching a new wizard to his new wand. By noon, most had their wands, and only Harry did not.

"And who are you, leader of a nudist invasion?"

"Ah, err, Harry Potter, sir, or so I was told..."

"I was not expecting you, I thought you had found a better place to be. Anyway, let us begin..."

Every wand Ollivander put in Harry’s hand burned to a crisp, exploded, vaporized, or otherwise created disastrous effects. One even blew the front store window right across the alley. Desperate, Ollivander tried a last one, an holly and phoenix feather combo. The result was spectacular! The entire front wall of Ollivander’s blew out right across Diagon alley. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

Gerrick was a bit stuck, he had nothing left!

"Maybe you do not need a crutch, Harry?" asked an awed Draco, "You told me they were for babies."

"Thing is, I will stand out if I do not have one, will I not?"

"Get a wand-shaped piece of dead wood, and ‘play’ wand to misguide the others?" said Neville, from the other side.

"That is an idea. Do you have a blank ‘wand’?" asked Harry, as he looked at Ollivander.

"Yea, several... What kind would you like?"

"Ebony? I think that is a very hard black wood?"

"Ya, and never used in a wand, much like iron-wood, because it is too difficult to work with. I have a block of it, but I have not made any progress in shaping it. Wait here, I will get it."

A few minutes later, the wand-maker brought a piece of ebony wood about fifteen inches long. Harry touched it and then magic began to mold it to his needs. Shortly, he had his wand blank. "I will be back to install the cores later, I am still missing one."

Cores as more than one? though Gerrick, intrigued. "Okay, Mr Potter. I am interested in these cores that can withstand such power."

"Will not be of much use for you, as the number of customers that might need this is rather limited. How many wands did you sell, and how many did you lose today?"

"Let us see, sold, about two hundred; lost, some five hundred. Why do you ask?"

"So that is effective two hundred, potential sale lost, five hundred, total seven hundred, at seven galleons a wand, that is four thousand nine hundred galleons. There you are," said Harry as he piled the necessary gold on Ollivander’s counter, transforming a ruined day into a trading success for the poor wand-maker.

"Now, wand holders, two hundred multiplied by thirteen galleons, gives a total of two thousand six hundred galleons. Give each their wand-holder, Mr. Ollivander. That way, they will not lose them!"

Once everyone had their wands safely in their wand holder, Harry led them to the ice cream shop.

---

"Food!" he exclaimed as the children stormed the store.

While the youngest ones ate ice cream like there was no tomorrow, Harry talked to the older ones.

"So, who wants robes for the school?"

"Robes? To hide what everyone has seen every time they shower or take a bath?" said an older girl, "No way for me! If only they had contented themselves with eyeing me, I might forgive their hypocrisy, but given what they made me live through over the years, they can shove their holier than thou attitude were so many shoved their hoses! There were even bitches that came to that place to hurt us to take revenge on their husbands’ infidelity with us, as if we were responsible for their husbands’ misdemeanor." The kids all nodded their approval.

"So Madam Malkin loses a big sale today. What next? Oh yea, the poison, err, potion ingredients shop. It is right across the alley. Sirius, stay with the younger ones, they do not need to see, or smell that place. I almost puke from here."

"Okay. You heard him; those that have no reason to go buy ingredients, stay here while he brings the other across."

The expedition was hectic at best. Harry decided to take things in his own hands.

"Okay. We have too much variety here. I want a complete set of potion ingredients, from first to seventh year, for everyone. That is how much?"

"Fifty galleons each," said the shopkeeper, doubling the price just to piss off the brat.

"Twice too much, so twenty-five galleons, and top-notch ingredients only. Got it? If you try to double-cross me again, I can guarantee you this shop will not be standing when we leave."

The shopkeeper blinked and decided he had played with fire long enough. He supplied each buyer with the requisite kit and was surprised to see them disappear in the best trunks he had ever seen. It seemed not spending money on clothes saved a lot of it!

"There you go, five thousand galleons, on the dot. Do not ever judge your customers on their costume, if you get my drift."

The shopkeeper nodded silently. If ever a lesson could be learned from that day, it was that one!

"Next we pick the others and go to Flourish and Blotts. Guys, gals, try to find the younger ones comic books so we can buy our books in peace, Okay?"

"Okay."

Padfoot was watching the children make their way to the bookstore when he smelled an odor that reminded him of someone. There, on the roof, was someone looking down at the nudist colony. The smell was leading to its location. He studied the profile, but the turban on the head was deforming it and hiding the shape. As he watched, he saw the shadow pull out a wand and take aim. Not waiting for a clear identification, he reformed into Sirius and fired off a volley of spells.

"Expulso! Incendio! Bombarda! Bombarda Duo! Bombarda Tria! Confringo! Defodio! Depulso! Deprimo! Diffindo! Duro! Flippendo! Flippendo Duo! Flippendo Tria!"

As each spell left the wand, the light changed from a rather mild ruby to a darker one. The fireworks attracted the attention of the kids, who took a dive for safety. Distracted, the shadow popped away, the noise confirming there was a mage up on the roof to anyone that heard the distinctive sound.

"What was the issue, Sirius?" asked Harry, as he came out from behind a barrel.

"Someone was up there, and getting ready to shoot a spell at the kids that were with you. I fired a volley, more to distract him rather than actually hope to hit him. It worked. He left."

"That was one hell of a light show!" said Draco, from behind Harry.

"It worked. That was the objective, you know. Seeing a wall of spells heading your way, you never know if one might not be lucky and hit you. He moved out of the place. Goal achieved."

"Someone you knew?"

"I am not sure, Harry. It smelled like rotten meat, hidden by a strong overtone of garlic, and... Let me think... of Rosier! That walking piece of crap was never accounted for."

"Who is he?"

"An inner circle death eater. If one is to try and bring Voldywarts back, it is him. Without his master, he is like a dog without a leash."

"Coming from you, Padfoot, that is low!"

"Now, now! There are dogs and dogs... He is probably one of those that did not get his distemper shot."

"Anyway, that means we have to keep an eye out for other death-eaters, Padfoot." said Remus.

"We already are."

"We need to increase the planning. The best target is the train to the school, and you know it."

"Right. So, SAS?"

"Yes. Definitely. By the time we go to the train station, I want a ghost to have the need for a passport!"

"That is going to be hard!"

"So? Magic is to do hard things! I am going to the Queen, to mobilize the Black Watch Magical division and the SAS Magical division. The combination of the muggles and magical forces should keep things under control, and hide the magical division more effectively in the crowd."

"You have a point, Remus. I will stay here to keep an eye on the kids."