Author: loopmutnauq PM
A sixteen year-old boy vs. the greatest dark wizard of all time. Crippling odds, at best.So what happens when Dumbeldore decides to even the playing field a little, tip the scales in favor of the light? Were talking super-powers and a bad-ass Potter.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Harry P. & Ginny W. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,991 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 05-30-12 - Published: 09-22-11 - id: 7403129
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A/N : It's been a while since my last update ... sorry ... college kept me busy. Nothing much to say here ... just ... if you could find it within yourself to ... I don't know ... maybe leave behind a review or something ... it'd be much appreciated ... don't really want to come off as desperate or anything ... but ... yeah.
Brigga frowned. The older man was later than usual.
He turned his gaze now to the muggle.
Diminutive, unhealthy man; the very sight repulsed him.
Pale lighting offered by a lone, flickering bulb put his spirit at unease, bouncing off the chipped floorboards intermittently; the fear had a thick, distinct odor.
He shuffled a little, barely making a sound. His half-giant form needed some space, and if this was going to take time, he might as well get comfortable.
"Ah Rajesh ... you came!" Brigga didn't jump, only because he was trained not to. The voice, however, sent chills down his spine.
The imposing frame of Albus Dumbeldore came sauntering in through the doorway, a manner of complacence settled in around him instantly.
It creeped the shit out of Brigga.
"What have you to show me then Albus? ... let's get it over with ... I'd like to see why this couldn't have been done at the mansion." Rajesh's gruff tones were racier than ever; that stereotypical Delhi brawl came oozing out in a practiced monotone.
Albus looked at Rajesh quizzically for a second, then abruptly began pacing.
Brigga liked that ... the pacing ... the encounter would be short then, he could get back to his woman soon.
Sylvia always did hate these interruptions.
"First order of business then ... I trust it would be of some interest to you to learn that your serum has been put to use ... " The tone was precise. Not overwhelmingly calm, or weighed, but precise.
Brigga smiled inwardly ... "boss man" wouldn't like that one bit ...
Rajesh started " You've injected the boy! ..."
Albus cringed, ever so slightly. "To be precise, yes."
"Well ... ?" The eager look of a manic schoolboy was now plastered on his face.
"He has survived ... no visible side-effects at the very least. Let's hope it stays that way." he said, in a matter-of-fact monotone.
"When could I expect the serum to take effect?" He looked directly at Rajesh while saying this. It was slightly disconcerting.
"Hard to say ... sporadic magical maturity of any form could trigger the DNA polymerases ... his 11th birthday would be a good bet ... but the way it works out here, I cannot be sure"
A thoughtful look crossed Albus' face. He stopped pacing, and habitually readjusted his half-moon spectacles.
He knew what had to be done. Technical knowledge of this kind ... he couldn't risk it out in the open. In his experience, these things had an annoying habit of getting into the wrong hands. He lifted his wand up, letting a faint, stray moonbeam catch the brazen Acacia wood. The least he owed this gentleman was an explanation.
"Well, Rajesh, I'm afraid our time together has run it's course." Rajesh started, perplexed. He did not seem to be expecting this. "But rest assured, your contributions will leave their mark on history, and while I shall never quite forgive myself for doing what I am about too, I'm sure you, of all people, will understand it's necessity." His wand was now directly pointed at Rajesh, who seemed unable to register what was happening.
"Albus, I ... Were are you goi ... " He stopped short as the heavy realization hit him, and his mouth sprang open in horror. He stepped back a few inches, in a ditch effort to try and avoid the memory charm.
Grima looked on in shock as numerous ethereal tendrils began cascading upon one another, shooting up from the tip of Albus' wand, seemingly all but ready to strangle the shocked muggle.
This wouldn't do at all.
He had to act.
A blur of motion, and a small swoosh from where the complex invisibility enchantments were suddenly lifted.
The tendrils died instantly, and Albus barely had time to get his shield up in response to the lethal looking projectile that came flying his way. The resulting explosion was tremendous.
It tore through the warehouse, sending shrapnel into the river directly below, and Albus flying through the night sky.
A smooth wave of hand, and his broom came flying toward him, giving him just enough time to slow down so he could hit the water without breaking anything.
It still hurt.
He climbed out onto the banks, thoroughly drenched, inwardly groaning at how poorly timed his 'protego' was. The heat from the bruning 3-story warehouse behind him prickled his neck.
He looked around. The area was reasonably secluded, but it wouldn't be long now before the explosion attracted people out of their sleepy homes.
He deliberated for a second, and berated himself for another. He should have checked the area, it was utterly naive of him to simple assume that their wouldn't be a third party already involved, with or without his knowledge. His guess was that it was likely a wand-for-hire.
He decided that it was futile giving pursuit. If the abduction was any indication, then this third-party meant business. The assailant likely had a spell-activated portkey on him.
Another short wave of his wand, and he was comfortably dry again. A second swish, and he was no longer there. A strange stillness retook the area for a moment, only to be disturbed by the distant wails of police sirens.