Cheating time, Unwilling fate.

All those people who were disappointed by the cliffy; here is the new chapter. I needed to research Latin a bit to write the fight scene. Here you go. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

Harry was frozen midway in his transit. He didn’t know whether he should be thankful or cry out in frustration because he was in the Kings Cross. Again. He held his head in his hands and groaned.

He looked around trying to find the one bought him here this time. She was sitting by a fireplace. She looked barely a preteen. He knew that appearances could be misleading in the immortal world. The mischievous aura surrounding this immortal was playful and it assured him that he was in less danger than a few moments ago.

“I think you bestowed a chance to goodwill to me, my goddess Chaos.” He bowed respectfully.

“A mortal who learns quickly.” She smiled at him motioning him to take a chair beside her. Harry took the chair. “ I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Oh! you have vexed my dear Fate so much. Death simply turns interesting shades of colors whenever you are mentioned. I thought you are way too young to die and Persephone was busy at the moment. Fortunately, I don’t have to descend into dreams to talk to mortals. Any form of wizard travel fall into my realm and there you go.”

“Am I dead and if I am not why and how am I here?”

She cheerfully answered, “Of course you are not dead though you were going to be in about half an hour after heroically discarding the dark lord’s attentions. Trust me you are better off dead than in that man’s………..” Harry used his imagination and shuddered. He agreed with her totally.

“You are telling me that I am going to die in half an hour.”

“Yup! Fate planned it. Abraxas is under her influence. He was simply too greedy for power that he seized all chances to bring you to Voldemort.” She indicated for him towards steaming cups of hot chocolate which appeared with a wave of her hand. He sat down and took a sip. The taste was heavenly, aptly. He smirked.

Chaos caught his expression and turned serious, “That portkey wasn’t made by humans but forged long ago by demons to bypass all wards in the magical world to feast upon humans. It caused the Master Demon forger’s death you know…..too much magical backlash of the whole world hurled him into the abyss of nothingness. Immortals fear only the abyss. We are immortal but we aren’t infallible. It’s like death is for you mortals. The demons were too afraid to use the coin later. Fate won that coin in a bet and everybody was happy. She broke the rules of the game today by using that coin. We warded you when we remade your body so that Voldemort cannot abduct you like he did in your fourth year.”

Harry gulped down more chocolate. It sounded incredible to him that he was having hot chocolate with the goddess of Chaos and listening about demons and immortals whose favorite hobby was ‘lets try to kill/ save Harry today’. He previously thought only Voldemort had no life to be so obsessed with him. Now he knew better.

“So what do I do?”

“Why fight him of course. You have been training which is good. I just needed to give you knowledge and a sixth sense to sharpen your senses to increase your chances of survival. They taste good don’t they?”

“What”, Harry nearly spat out his chocolate.

Chaos smirked. “It is either that or through a hole in your brain.” Harry gulped and finished his chocolate.

“Good, now listen to your inner voice. Don’t die kid. I like you.” She waved her hands and Harry was once again hurled into the transit.

Alex was deposited into a cold circular room. By his sheer will he remained standing. He braced himself quickly. He recognized this room from his dreams. This was the same room where Voldemort had tortured Lucius a few weeks ago. His jaw clenched in anger. He looked around and found that he had arrived in the middle of a gathering of Death Eaters . ‘Oh joy! They waited for me’ he thought sarcastically.

‘Concentrate Potter.’ Snape’s voice warned.

“Welcome young Potter.” Voldemort greeted silkily. Alex repressed his shudder at the leer in the greeting.

“Hello, Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Voldemort.” he replied coolly.

Voldemort stiffened. None of the younger Death Eaters had managed to find out his real name and the older ones never spoke of it. ‘How? Dumbledore’ he thought furiously, ‘he must have told the boy; trying to sway him to his cause. Well, Dumbledore wasn’t the only one who could play games.’

“I see you are quite intelligent for one so young.” ‘and mouthwatering’, he silently added. Looking at the young Potter in person was a soothing experience on his eyes. The dark pureblood circle could hardly boast of fine young men. They were either too twisted by the power games and rituals or were completely submissive to the dominant heads in the family. The young, wiry and cocky were the backbone of light side. He had dreamt for laying his hands on this one, since he heard the news of his arrival. His hopes were not in vain. His aura reeked of intoxicating power. He was sin personified in body.

“That I am no thanks to you.” Alex replied haughtily. His mind was frantically shifting through all the knowledge that had been crammed into his head, searching for a viable plan to get out of this situation alive. He gripped his new wand from the Ollivanders. The old was kept as back up in a wand holder on the left arm.

‘Close your mind.’ Snape coolly instructed. Alex clamped his full shields protecting his mind. Voldemort was lurking on the outskirts looking for a way in until now. He receded quickly.

Alex smirked. This was going to be fun.

“I am lord Voldemort the leader of this elite group of purebloods. These are my comrades. We share a vision of a glorious future for us and our future generations preserving our traditions and repel the attacks by narrow minded people. I have been guiding our brethren to assure the dominance of the purebloods over the filthy scum that had dared to pollute our way of life. I offer you a place in our group to join us in our noble cause and glory shall be yours for bringing peace to the wizarding world. I have the vision. Do you have the courage to stand beside us young Alex?”

Alex yawned theatrically. “Courage I have plenty; but for you, I wouldn’t spare any.”

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. His grip on his wand tightened. “Would you join us or not.”

Alex looked straight in the red eyes. “Did you imagine me dumb? You are a half blood yourself Riddle. Your mere name told me that much and you dare to lecture me on killing halfbloods and mudbloods. By your own logic you must die yourself to rid this world of your filth.”

Voldemort screamed in rage. “I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin himself, liar. You cannot compare to my noble bloodline. Your words have sealed your fate. I would lead the wizarding world while you lie in your grave. Avada Kedavra.”

A tell tale green light flashed toward Alex. He ducked out of its way; his mind furiously working to assimilate the knowledge given by Chaos. He was startled for a second as a particularly interesting thought flicked through his head and he caught a minor deflection of Morsus hex on his shoulder. His side dipped as pain erupted. ‘There is a way to block the killing curse; difficult but not impossible.’ He needed to draw out his magic from his core and weave his magic into his body as a shield. ‘It could block any unforgivable.’ Snape murmured. Alex concentrated.

“Extremus poena, Caedes, Incidere,” Alex lashed out three curses. The force holding his core expanded and his magic began to weave around his body. He began to glow faintly with a bluish light. His shoulder slowly healed.

It was Voldemort who stepped out of the way of Caedes curse. It was an obscure killing curse not unblockable but extremely painful if it struck the magical shields. His eyes took on a hard edge. This boy was skilled; probably tutored by similar tutors that he himself had. He knew a number of curses found only in the long forgotten texts taught only by eccentric or displaced wizards abroad. This was a worthy opponent to kill. ‘Such a waste of talent’ he tutted mentally.

Now the duel began in earnest. “Verbero, Mortuus, Extraho ignis,” Voldemort screamed. Sickly yellow pain curses followed by dragon fire curse shot towards Alex who ducked and ran. The area behind him exploded to smithereens.

“Unda cage, Pectus pectoris tentatio,” Alex yelled. Water surrounded his body which sparkled blue and surged to meet the fire. The curses were nullified. His attack curse struck Voldemort on the side of ribs. His face grimaced in pain.

“Trunco,” Alex was stuck by a curse in his back by one of the overly helpful Death Eaters. Thankfully his shield had finished weaving through his body and protected him.

“Crucio,” Voldemort spat in the direction of the offender. The rest of the Death Eaters shot contemptuous glances toward the new recruit. They were Slytherin first and foremost worried about their own skin. They would never interfere in a duel between the dark lord and another unless they wanted to die prematurely. Alex looked on in amusement at the disgraceful display of cowardliness. Voldemort ended the curse on the new Death Eater.

“Flamma, Trunco” Voldemort screamed in Alex’s direction, simultaneously conjuring up two golems and commanding them to attack. The fire burned the area where Alex was standing few seconds ago to ash.

“Flatus, Inflatus, Quasso, Flamma, Protégé maximus” Alex quickly blasted the golems and shielded against the curses. The remains of the golems showered upon the onlookers. The fire burned the throne; apparently Voldemort’s favorite chair in the room.

“Avada Kedavra.” Voldemort screamed.

Alex stilled. It was the moment of his faith in Chaos. The curse struck him.

Voldemort smirked in triumph. Alex opened his eyes and looked at his faintly glowing but alive body and smiled. The eyes of all those present, Voldemort and the Death Eaters widened. The killing curse was unblockable. Yet, the boy was still standing there alive.

Alex held up his left hand which held the demon coin.

“Portus,” he whispered and he was gone leaving behind an enraged but astonished dark lord and his minions.

He arrived in the drawing room to the exclamations of his family and assorted extended family. Charlus and Abraxas who were in the middle of a flaming spat look up. Dorea rushed to him and engulfed him in her arms.

“Oh Alex! Are you all right? Where were you? Abraxas said you went out for a walk but that was an hour ago.”

Alex smirked and gave his mother a kiss. “I am all right mum. Don’t spoil your coffee.” He levitated a cup in his mother’s hands and bade her to take a seat. Charlus looked at him questioning silently. Alex had a hard glint in his eyes which worried him.

“Crucio.” Alex murmured in Abraxas’s direction. Abraxas went down with a scream. The rest of them looked at Alex with wide eyes while he tortured their host not daring to utter a word lest they receive the same treatment. After ten minutes Alex let up the curse and met Charlus’s gaze.

“My dear host sent me on a walk to meet the new terror in our world, the half blood bastard spawn of a pureblood witch. You know him as Lord Voldemort. He just tried to kill me and failed,” he spat angrily.

Dorea’s face became white. Charlus’s face hardened. Walburga Black and Orion Black looked astonished. Those who refused the dark lord never survived unscathed. Alex looked untouched except for the windswept look normally worn by those travelling by portkey. Other teenagers looked torn between horror and intrigue. They have heard rumors about the new dark lord. For one to duel him and survive and then speak so contemptuously of him one was sure to be either very powerful or deranged.

“He didn’t harm you did he?” Felicia asked. Looking at her husband’s condition she knew that the encounter had not gone favorably. She had to know how deep shit they were in now.

Alex turned his eyes on her. She shivered at the cold gaze. “As of this moment, I for myself and Lucius my betrothed, sever all ties with the current Malfoy family due to mortal grievances committed against us both by this family. From this moment onwards neither he nor I shall bear any familiar connection towards your family. So mote it be.” The people in the room gasped as a swirl of magic swept through the room. Alex left the room and retrieved Lucius.

The rest of the family followed him in the carriage. At their questioning looks he said quietly, “Abraxas tortured Lucius for information on me. Voldemort and I dueled and I left quickly. I am fine just tired.” His parents nodded. Denise gave him a half hug and a kiss. They arrived at Potter manor in half an hour.

Lucius woke up some time in the early morning. The sun hadn’t risen yet. Harry was sitting in his favorite chair by the window looking at the view. Lucius crept out of the bed and took a seat by his side. Harry turned his eyes on Lucius and smiled, “Good morning! How are you?”

“In a little pain but otherwise much better.” Harry opened his arms and Lucius perched in his lap.

“I should have better protected you.”

“It’s not your fault. My father was always a sadistic man. I have had worse.”

Harry looked in his eyes. “I tortured him but it wasn’t enough. I want vengeance for what he did to you and to me. He would pay.” Lucius took in his cold expression and kissed him softly. Harry smiled.

He pushed the other boy up and stood. Lucius held him still with a sensous look in his eyes. Harry kissed him again pushing him against the glass window. His fingers found their way inside Lucius’s top. Lucius shivered. His face was half illuminated by the light of the rising sun. Harry looked at him for a long moment. Lucius impatiently smacked him.

His gaze turned predatory. Adrenalin flowed in his veins in a rush. Harry tore open his clothes in a frenzy and held him up against the glass of the window; he then proceeded to lick him on his nipples, kiss him, bite him on the neck and shoulders. Lucius copied his actions; his hands gripping Harry’s shoulders for support as he was invaded slowly. Their tongues dove in and out of each other as they kissed. They gasped and breathed in the other’s scent; loving each other under the morning sun. Harry smiled against his cheek as he kissed him once more.

“The morning rays had always reminded me of light and victory; now it shall remind me of you.” Harry gasped in his ear. Lucius smiled. For the first time since his childhood he felt safe where he was.

next update would be at weekend. ta da!

Unda cage -water cage

pectus pectoris tentatio -heart attack

quasso - break

incidere -cut

trunco- maim

caedo - kill

Flatus, Inflatus - blast

Verbero- break

Mortuus- kill

Extraho ignis dragon fire

poena-pain