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Mystique Soldier Ch.8
🕑 Added 2022-01-09 17:00:05 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 8– A Surprising Turn of Events
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9 August, 2007,
Dursley Residance, England
It has been a long time since anyone ever caught Harry unprepared. His constant vigilance and caution had saved his life numerous times, and he knew the value of discretion and anonymity more than most.
So the realisation on how unprepared he was for a battalion of enemy wizards had taken him aback. He should've expected this really, should've prepared for it. Instead, he had let himself be cornered in a country he knew very little about.
Getting caught off-guard was the surest way to hell, and he knew this perfectly. Yet, here he was, behind enemy lines with no clear escape route.
'I've gotten complacent.'
That could be the only possible reason for his lack of foresight this time. His newfound freedom and safety has made him complacent. And he must solve this issue as soon as possible.
But now wasn't the time for regrets. And Gamer's Mind doesn't allow for distractions.
Currently, he was trying to form a feasible plan for taking down his lone enemy before the other two could join him.
The events that had unfolded since the arrival of his enemies were a tad bit unexpected. He knew going in, that 3 trained wizards were bad odds for him. The chances of him surviving had been low.
But then he managed to somehow take down one of them, which conveniently neutralised the second one as well.
Now a lone enemy remained between Harry and his freedom.
"Whoever you are..." The dark-haired Hydra Wizard intoned haltingly, his voice having a nasally feel to it. "... I shall give you one last chance to surrender."
Harry quietly ducked around a corner, merely a few meters in front of the wizard.
"You have been warned."
Harry did not like this man. The way he spoke, so deliberate and carefully...it was the voice of a man used to keeping secrets.
"And I shall not..." The man was almost to the point of rounding the same corner, and Harry prepared himself for a quick ambush.
".. Repeat myself." His enemy silkily hissed out the words.
And then Harry revealed himself in one smooth move, his gun firing rapidly twice at the man's head.
For an average unsuspecting wizard, those two bullets should've been a death sentence. They were fired from up close, the wizard in front of him wasn't shielded like before, and there was no way to avoid the bullet. In the end, wizards were just as squishy as a normal human, and a single bullet through the eye should be enough to put one down.
But his current opponent was neither average nor unsuspecting. Or else Hydra wouldn't have hired him in the first place.
And that was proven true as a faint translucent shield suddenly materialised in front of the man extremely quickly, successfully defending him from the bullets.
The moment that shield appeared, and Harry realised the failure of his ambush, he quickly retreated deeper in the Dursley house.
The Gamer's Mind allowed for no pride or arrogance, and thus he could judge his situation without a bias. And one fact was extremely clear for him: Even against a single wizard, he was on the backfoot.
Magically, he was no match for a wizard. Most of the wandless things he could do would only be seen as tricks and weak imitations of real spells.
His gun had proved to be useless as well. Plus, he was out of ammo anyway.
That left him with only a few possible weapons that he could use against the Hydra wizard: His strategic mind, years of experience, and the physical superiority.
Will it be enough to put the Wizard down? He could only guess.
"There is no need for this to be violent." His enemy started slowly, his voice coming from the living room. "If you truly are his son...then you have nothing to fear. We are here to help."
Harry felt a tingling sensation up his spine as he sensed the use of magic. It was similar to how he felt when the first wizard had intoned 'Humenum Revelio'.
"I have you..." The man silkily hissed. "Now."
A sudden tug in his stomach was all the warning he had before he was swept off of his legs by a strong force. The force dragged him back where he came from but at the very last moment, Harry managed to clutch onto the kitchen counter with an outstretched hand.
The force was still working in dragging him to his death, and Harry did his utmost to resist the enemy magic. He closed his eyes, sensing the sphere of power that was gripping onto him, and tried to break free.
[Resistance Created: Magic] Lvl 1
The force behind the unknown spell lessened, though it was still a bit too much to resist. Thankfully, the spell dissipated by itself after a few moments, and he stopped levitating in the air.
Unfortunately it wasn't for long.
"What." His opponent grumbled, his feets coming to a stop somewhere outside around the living room. "Accio Potter brat!"
Again, the same force tugged at him, but this time Harry was prepared. He picked up a rusty kitchen knife and let go of the counter, giving into the spell. The power behind the spell was such that he flew out of the kitchen through air, zooming past the walls and doors.
Any normal human would've been rendered nauseous at the very least, if not outright unconscious. But when Harry was finally presented to the enemy wizard, he was of perfect bearings, with a dusty rusted knife aimed straight like a sword as he let the spell's momentum do it's work.
The greasy-haired man barely managed to realise what was happening, and reformed his shield, but as a result he lost control over Harry. The speed at which Harry was summoned was still too much, but he managed to control his collision with the Hydra Wizard's now shielded form, and bounced off of it to land on the ground.
"There is no need fo–"
He didn't give the wizard any time for his tricks, using the walls as leverage to jump over the man and throw his knife with deadly accuracy.
The shield originated from the tip of the man's wand, so there was almost a full feet of distance between it and it's casters body. Harry's knife-throw from above skipped the shield entirely, and the only reason the man survived was because he was able to react fast enough to jerk away slightly.
Of course, he did not manage to do so unscathed.
The black-robed man stumbled away with a cry as his knife scored a cut on his right cheek and jaw, and Harry landed in a crouch. Though he had to roll aside as the man swished his wand at him, shooting a ray of red energy through the air that passed him by less than a feet away to strike the chair behind him, blasting it away with it's power.
Harry turned back to the enemy wizard, who was pointing his wand at his own bleeding jaw. The dark-eyed man simply dabbed his wand on his bleeding wound slightly, and the cut quickly closed up.
'Healing magic.' Even his logical mind couldn't help but be awed. 'I want to learn this.'
When the man turned to him again, the earlier pain and annoyance was missing from his eyes. His dark pupils looked cold, like how Natasha Romanoff usually looked when she wasn't trying to make Harry's life difficult. Or how the people usually described Harry as most of the times.
'So the man went through a mental rehabilitation program as well. No wonder he's still alive. A calm man is a competent man.'
Harry readied himself to run away again, knowing the futility of fighting, but the man suddenly let his wand arm aim down at the ground, standing at ease.
"Mr. Potter," The Wizard's voice lacked any emotions as his eyes looked at him calmly. "There is no need for this madness. I do not know how you learnt Wandless magic, or what type of physical enhancements your...caretakers have done on you. But you are safe now. Your captors–"
That was when Harry acted. He did not know what new type of strategy Hydra was using now, and neither did he care. But the wizard has presented him with an opportunity and Harry wasn't going to let it slip by.
He exercised his will upon the world and his magic expanded around the room.
The greasy wizard must've sensed something because he instantly silenced himself in favour of launching another red ball of energy.
The Wizard's spells were incredibly fast, and the power Harry sensed from them warned him that his wandless shield will not be able to protect him completely.
So he simply ducked down, letting the spell slip past over his head. He had no doubt that a normal human wouldn't have been able to dodge the spell from such a close distance, but thankfully Harry's speed and dexterity were already three times higher than an average athlete.
Before the Hydra wizard could pin Harry down with a shower of spells, he took hold of everything his magic could grasp, and hurled it towards the frowning man.
For the second time in their fight, Harry saw the man loose his composure as his eyes widened slightly at the wandless display.
Then, with a twirl in place the Wizard suddenly vanished from thin air with a crackling bang, reappearing in another room altogether.
"Disapparition." Harry muttered with a frown.
His teachers had informed him of this skill, but according to him a wizard would need extreme concentration, and a specific wand movement to disapparate. His enemy however, neither appeared to concentrate properly nor use any kind of wand movements. It was almost instantaneous really.
Which was why the Hydra wizard wasn't currently bogged down in a pile of wood as every furniture in the room clashed exactly where he stood a moment ago.
Harry was feeling a little drained magically though, and wondered how long he could hold on like this.
If only he had a wand himself...
"Albus!" The black-robed man seethed as the door opened, and in walked an ancient looking wizard. "The boy knows Wandless magic, and he's as fast as a vampire. I know not what they did to him, but this...is not what I signed up for. You handle him yourself, dear Minister."
That was... slightly unexpected. There seemed a slight animosity between them, plus, did they not know about his Wandless magic? Surely Hydra wouldn't send some clueless mercenaries after him...And vampires? Since when did they have vampires in this world?
It was too distracting a subject currently, so he decided to shelf it all for later.
The old man that joined them was dressed completely in white, looking the perfect picture of an ancient, powerful, warlock.
Harry was already moving to retreat when the warlock swished his wand towards him.
Harry prepared to dodge any spell that may target him but nothing seemed to happen. He felt a small tingling in front of him, and too late did Harry realise the spell had arrived in front of him invisibly, and could do absolutely nothing as his whole body suddenly started levitating in the air.
He tried struggling in the air but his body seemed to be held in a tight vice, and there was nothing he could do. He was trapped mid-air, too tired and powerless to resist.
Now he was likely going to be captured, killed and experimented on. And not necessarily in that order.
"Please, my boy." The powerful warlock gently voiced. "We are here to help. There is no nee–"
He heard none of that. There was only one thing resounding in his mind: Freedom!
Harry didn't know what he did next. He just felt a vague tug in his gut and his magic was suddenly launched in all directions, mixed in with an involuntary roar of defiance and desperation.
Every drop of his magic was emptied in this last attempt at freedom, and everything in the room, T.v, tiles, curtains, window sills, wood, metal, everything, started levitating in the air, with him in the middle. And then, in a completely synchronised manner, they all shot forth towards the wizards, zooming in on them with powerful intensity.
Harry fell down on his butt as the old one ignored him in favour of creating a large shimmering white wall of magic.
The wood and metal crashed into the white misty shield, but instead of deflecting the debris, the shield let them pass, changing all of it into smooth fine powdered dust as they came from the other side.
Even with his gamer's mind active, harry couldn't avoid a sense of incredulity and awe.
That. That was what he wanted to learn. Too bad he will never get the chance. Escape was all but impossible now.
Especially as his tired and exhausted body finally gave up. He hadn't slept even once since escaping the police in Southampton, having to hitchhike his way to Surrey.
He regretted his decision now. Regretted leaving Shield in the first place. He had just delivered himself in the enemy's jaws.
And as the familiar darkness crept up upon him, Harry finally let it go, accepting his fate for what it was.
He'd led an eventful life. It may not have been good, but atleast he never gave up. No matter how ineffective he may have been in his final fight.
'It is what it is. A shame it could not have been more.'
And thus, Harry embraced the darkness, fully expecting to never wake up again.
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Severus Snape has seen many things in his life, but a mind as empty as this he had never encountered.
"Nothing." He calmly declared. "I can grasp nothing."
Dumbledore sighed beside him. "I'm afraid I've been unsuccessful as well. What would you conclude, Severus?"
Snape kept quiet, his mind spinning through all the theories. A case like this has never occured before, and even for a master occlumens like him, it was difficult to reach any conclusions.
"I'm...unsure." He finally admitted. "I have some ideas but they are simply that. Ideas. Theories that...may just be pointless speculations.
"Please." Dumbledore spread his arms wide. "It is more than I have."
Severus doubted that. Nonetheless, he continued.
"First, and the most believable case, the boy has been...possessed. Unlikely, considering I could count on one hand the amount of creatures able to produce this effect. Second, the boy was trained by an occlumens...greater than me. Because I, for one, am not capable of training an eleven year old to be this competent, nor do I think it is possible. Teaching those dunderheads is a waste of time. To make it possible, the instructor would need to actively temper with the boy's mind, ravishing it to such a degree that it is no longer capable of producing emotions."
"Let us hope that is not true." Dumbledore grimly stated. "Or we have already lost the war. I would rather believe the boy is a natural Occlumens."
"There is no such thing as a natural Occlumens." Severus retorted.
"I'm aware. But there is a first time for everything. And if there is one being we can expect to break laws of magic, it will be the prophecised child."
Severus snorted in derision, grimacing slightly. "You give him too much credit."
This whole 'Child of prophecy' idea sickened him. How low must they stoop, to believe a couple of 11 year old brats will bring them salvation.
"And you give him too little." The old man smiled at him patronizingly. "Remember Severus, the boy almost killed you."
Severus Snape's eyes darkened and he balled his fists, his anger shimmering to the surface, only to be quickly neutralized as he actively occluded the feelings.
"Because I 𝘭𝘦𝘵 him." He said calmly, a deliberate sneer on his face. "I haven't fallen enough to harm a child yet. You know this, so do not try to patronize me, Albus Dumbledore."
He took a deep breath, maintaining his calm. The Potters were truly the death of him.
"I wasn't." The old man smiled. "But you have to admit Severus, neither of us could've done what he did at his age."
Severus hummed. It pained him to admit this, but for his age, Harry Potter was easily the most powerful wizard he'd ever met. "You have any idea how exactly he moved so fast?"
And magic didn't seem to be his only speciality.
"As of now? None that I'm willing to reveal yet."
Severus withheld a snarl at the old man's words, letting him continue.
"I would rather have an answer from Harry himself. Though I doubt we will get it. Go on, wake him up."
With a derisive snort at the old man, Severus approached the boy, his eyes scrutinizing him.
The boy laid on the Hogwarts infirmary bed, his eyes closed in a peaceful sleep. He'd been sleeping for almost a whole day now. His clothes were tattered, though his body had absolutely no injuries remaining anymore.
There was a unique perfection in his looks, Severus observed, as if some deity had personally carved the most perfect looking child it could imagine and removed any imperfections a normal human should possess.
The boy didn't even have those round owl glasses his father was so famous for.
Severus hated it. More reasons for the boy to grow even more conceited than his worthless father.
"Rennervate." He still did his job of course, waving his wand over the boy.
Severus caught his breath as the boy finally opened his eyes. Emarald green eyes... Lily's eyes. But cold. So much more cold. Dead. Almost like he was Imperiused.
He had to catch himself from shivering. What had they put this boy through, to become like this?
Severus couldn't decide if he wanted to know. Better to stay as far away from the potters as possible.
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Harry blinked away the brightness of the room as his eyes adjusted to the light, his sleep quickly leaving him. His thoughts were sharp for someone who just got up, and he realised the gamer's mind was still active. But as his eyes fell upon the two wizards in front of his, he knew it will have to stay active for quite some time.
"Hello Harry." The old man genially greeted. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. People simply call me minister or supreme Mugwump. Though you may call me minister Mugwump or supreme minister...or any of these variations really. People do so love to come up with new names nowadays, and an old man like me has trouble keeping up you see. Oh, but I digress."
Harry observed his situation calmly, doing a logical analysis. His hands were untied, there were no guards to keep an eye on him, he wasn't being tortured or punished...Hydra must've some ulterior motives.
Which meant he had some chances of survival, and slim though they may be, chances of escape as well.
But first, he needed information. Unfortunately, he was facing Hydra agents. They won't slip up the info easily, so he must...sway them to do so.
It seems Harry had an act to put on. A good thing his Gamer skills never grow rusty, as it has been a long time since he'd made use of the acting skill.
Hopefully Lvl 45 acting will be up to par.
"I see you've kept me alive." He stated, letting a sneer on his face. "You wouldn't get anything out of it of course. But you can try. That's all you old men can do."
"Mind your tongue, potter." The younger one growled. Younger was relative, cause he still looked as old as Barton.
"Severus." The old one gently reprimanded.
Harry shook his head again, the unexpectedness of the situation hitting him even through Gamer's Mind.
Were they truly trying to fool him? It seemed uncharacteristically stupid for Hydra. They were not known for this type of subterfuge. Still, he could only keep his act up and see where it leads him.
"Severus, is it?" He stared the man up and down, making sure to keep his tone as contemptuous as possible. "Would you mind shoving my disrespect down your throat and fuck off?"
The younger man looked easier to manipulate, and sure enough, his vulgarity was met with a dark look as the man scowled down at him, looking ready to pull out his weapon.
"Please, Harry." The Old man serenely intoned. "We simply want to help you here."
This was...not what he expected to hear. Why were they being so normal and...Reactive? Worse, Harry couldn't see any signs of 'Acting' here. As far as his scanning of their behaviour suggested, the men were being quite open. Unless their acting was good enough to fool him as well. But what could they possibly get from this?
The possibility of him being captured by someone other than Hydra struck him all of a sudden, but there were still massive gaps in their story, and Harry wasn't going to let go of any.
"See, I would like to believe you Mr..." He started. "Dumbdoor? But there are some things that do not make sense here. Your men arrived at the house just a few minutes after me. Coincidence? I think not. So unless you have a good reason for that, you might as well drop the act. The good cop-bad cop routine wouldn't work on me. Though I have to admit...the greasy bat over there does make a fine asshole."
The greasy man sneered at him in turn. "Your petty insults does not make you sound smarter, Potter. I'd wondered if you were different than your father...but I should've known the Potter blood runs too thickly in the family."
"Atleast I'm sure my blood doesn't contain grease. Yours on the other hand...is of questionable quality." Harry retorted, but his mind was somewhere else.
Potter...this man just called him Potter two times now. Now that he thought about it, he did the same in their fight as well. And he claimed to know about his father too.
Hydra wasn't supposed to know this. No one in the world was supposed to know this. No one save for Harry.
"I am the minister of magical Britain Harry." The Old man calmly stated, his rich voice making the simple statement come out as declaration. "Do you truly believe I need an elaborate plan to kidnap you had I wished you any harm?"
"And I'm supposed to know what this minister of magic is...why?"
The two men exchanged looks, before Dumbledore leaned forward, worry and curiousity in his eyes. "Am I to understand that you were in fact, not hidden away with some death eaters in magical Britain for the last six years?"
No...this can't be Hydra. They were being too ignorant. Too excited. Too emotional. And asking this question served no purpose. He couldn't see what Hydra will get by confusing him like this. He will still keep up his guard, but the warmth of relief was almost threatening to break through the Gamer's Mind now.
He was alive. And if things worked out, he will keep being so.
"No, I was not." Harry answered cautiously, choosing his words carefully. "I spent more than half-a-decade in the United States of America. Now tell me who you are. And how were you able to track me."
There were merits to being taken as a confused child, but Harry simply wasn't in the mood to manipulate anymore. Information, he realised, was something he was lacking in even more than he'd previously believed.
And if these men truly weren't with Hydra then it would be better to come clean. A simple call and Shield could get him out from under anyone's authority.
The wizards looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation between them, and Harry took this chance to view their levels.
Albus Dumbledore
Age: 126
Level: 101
Mana: 5040/5040
Health: 180/180
Stamina: 190/190
Stats
Strength: 6 (10)
Speed: 8 (10)
Dexterity: 10 (10)
Vitality: 8 (10)
Endurance: 9 (10)
Intelligence: 444 (60)
Wisdom: 268
Lvl 101...it was the highest Lvl he had ever observed. Even Captain Ares and Winter Soldier paled in comparison. This will help soothe out any bad feelings about his insultingly casual defeat once he lets go of the Gamer's Mind. The man was simply too powerful for Harry currently.
But those 10 bonus...that was what intrigued him the most. Was this man a failed super soldier? No, that can't be it. The 60 to his intelligence indicated something else. This proved that there were methods to increase power apart from the SS serum. And Harry certainly intended to find them out.
Severus Snape
Age: 31
Level: 67
Mana: 2890/2900
Health: 130/130
Stamina: 100/100
Stats
Strength: 8
Speed: 10
Dexterity: 13
Vitality: 13
Endurance: 10
Intelligence: 290
Wisdom: 125
The second man was much less impressive, yet still better than Captain Ares. Atleast in levels. Wizards, he was beginning to realise, were much more powerful than he'd previously perceived.
"As I said, my name is Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore said. "And I am the current minister of magic."
"Yes, you already said that. I am confused, not braindead."
Instead of taking offence, the old man's eyes lit up with mirth. And perhaps...was that relief? But it made no sense...
"Patience, child." Dumbledore said, maintaining his benign smile. "For the starters, you may not know but there is a whole another world, hidden from the eyes of public. The magical world. And I am the minister of Britain's magical community..or England's, if you wish to call it that. Muggles seem to have new words for everything each decade. A little hard to keep up sometimes."
Harry snorted. "England and Britain are quite different. And has been for a long long time."
Though his mind was processing the new info. He wasn't ignorant about magicals...but he never knew they had a full government system already in existence. The concept of there being a hidden world wasn't surprising to him though. After seeing how Hydra operated, he had come to expect the most unexpected things from this world.
"And what does the British minister want with me?" Harry asked, his mind running through possibilities.
"Nothing, of course. I simply came to check the one who tripped the wards around Dursley residence. Your presence has been a most pleasant surprise. You see Harry, you are quite famous in the magical world. So when the news of your kidnapping reached the ministry, we were understandably upset. Though of course not as upset as your parents had been."
"My... Parents?"
This was the second time these wizards has alluded to knowing his parents. But as far as he knew, his father was a jobless bum and his mother was a shameless whore, and both of them died in a car crash.
"Indeed." Dumbledore confirmed. "James and Lily Potter. They have been searching for you ever since they recieved the news."
Harry shook his head. That was an unbelievable piece of fact, and Harry didn't even try before dismissing it, even with the Gamer's mind on. "I don't believe you."
"You don't have to, child." Dumbledore smiled serenely. "You will be meeting them in a few minutes."
He stared at the two wizards in front of him, observing their wrinkles, their expressions, their body language...and he couldn't find any malicious intent whatsoever. Not even from the Snape guy, even though Harry had done his best to aggravate the man. Either Harry was slipping up or these wizards were telling the truth.
He would definitely go with the latter. Gamer's Mind and Body does not allow slipping up.
"It has been an enlightening talk, Harry." Dumbledore said. "And I'm sure this won't be the last. But now is the time for a family to reunite, so I shall take my leave."
The man then turned around and left, followed swiftly by Snape, who shot him one last half-hearted sneer.
Only then did Harry's attention go to rest of the room. It was a large infirmary, he realised. Multiple beds were lined up on both sides with white sheets and pillows. There were white curtains dividing each bed from the other, though every one of them were bunched up right now, so he had a clear view around the room.
After scanning the room multiple times for hidden cameras or speakers, he finally let go of the Gamer's Mind. Instantly the warmth bubbling around the surface broke through, spreading within him like a volcano bursting.
'I'm Alive.' He reiterated in his mind. 'Alive, and if life isn't playing another trick, then free as well.'
A small grin lit up on his face and he plopped back on the bed with a relieved huff.
His focus though, soon turned to the system interface, and the multiple twinkling messages.
Story Quest [Welcome Home] Completed!
- Find and travel to your home country (X)
- Say farewells to your friends (—)
- Find and reconnect with the wizarding world (X)
- Convince the Minister of your innocence (X)
- Find Your parents (X)
Rewards:
- 4 Levels
- Unlock partial Gamer functions [Advanced Quests, Reputation Status, Affection Meter]
[New Story Quest recieved: Hoggy Warty Hogwarts]
Quest [Hoggy Warty Hogwarts] in progress–
- Join Hogwarts ( )
- School shopping ( )
- Start learning Magic ( )
- Learn to fly ( )
- Prepare for your new school ( )
Rewards: ???
He didn't get to ponder upon the implications of the new functions and quests as the door to the infirmary clicked open and Harry turned back to the front.
He will have to carefully go through that surprising development piece by piece...
But now was the time to meet his back-from-the-grave parents.
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AN: Chapter 8 done! Next up we'll have a family reunion and Harry's reaction to his parents.
You'll notice the quests are now in a new format. That's cause Patreon doesn't seem to have the function of shifting text to middle. Atleast not on mobile. Let me know if you like this format.
I hope no one is disappointed by Harry vs Snape fight. Yes Harry did not win, even with Snape holding back, but he did come close to outright killing the man. The man who is almost always in the top 10 most powerful Wizard's list, even in his haters. Had some random wizard, or even an auror, been there instead of Snape, Harry would've most likely killed them.
That's it for today. Let me know what you thought of the chapter, and of Dumbledore's new position as the minister.
See ya in the next chapter!
