Harry Potter: Another Chance

Chapter 12: Glimpse

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Chapter 12: Glimpse
 
There were four hostile targets in total. Three in front of him and one behind.

The alley was narrow so there wasn't much space to dodge and get past them.

'Not that escaping was an option to begin with…'
He glanced at his unconscious mother.
'Priority is to protect her and second to eliminate the targets…if I take care of the one at the back, I can then act as a shield against the rest.'

One of the men in the front was calmly approaching Harry with his wand in hand while the rest waited.

'This gives me a better chance. Let's start with him.'

"Please don't hurt me, mister!." Harry used his best acting skills to make a desperate expression and begged the approaching man. 

The masked man called Kyle let out a chuckle.
"Sorry brat, you just got unlucky. Being born to that mudblood traitor." 
His voice was juvenile, Harry determined that he must not be much older than eighteen.

'They are using new graduates for grunt work…not that surprising, I guess.' He thought to himself while waiting for the man to get a bit closer. 

He was right between Harry and the two others behind him when the masked man…no, the masked boy stopped.

"I'll make this quick at least." The young death eater looked at the sad child without an ounce of compassion pointed his wand at him and began to cast a blood-boiling hex. 
A dark spell that is considered to administrate very painfully and slow death to its victims.

The downside is its average casting time, but considering that his target is an unarmed child, the death eater saw no danger in his decision to make his victim suffer a bit longer.

What happened next was something that none of them could have anticipated, not even in their wildest dreams.

"Ignis." A cold voice that could not belong to a young child was heard, and a wave of flames came into existence in front of him before moving forward in a straight line until it made contact with its intended target.

The young death eater did not even have time to process what happened when he found himself engulfed in flames.

Harry spun around to face the lone target at the back and after a swift motion, he spoke again.
"Incendium."

Iridescent liquid flames appeared and splashed all over the man's white mask. His entire head started to melt before the intense heat, not even allowing him to opportunity scream for more than a second before collapsing onto the ground, lifeless.

"Ahhh!" The young death eater kept screaming. Kyle's body was completely covered in fire and the pain was overwhelming.

"Move!" The leader of the group ordered. 
His subordinates had placed themselves in the way and they were unable to see what was going on. They just heard Harry mutter two words and saw Kyle exploding in flames.

As soon as the screaming boy went down, the two remaining death eaters were able to assess the situation better.

They saw that their other partner was lying down and was not moving at all. The woman was still unconscious and the boy who should be dead, was pointing his finger at them with something bright tied around it.

The leader did not have time to draw conclusions on how was this possible. How could a little unarmed child, kill two of his men, no matter how young and inexperienced they were.

The last recruit at his side looked to be in shock and unable to move, at seeing two of his friends killed in a matter of seconds.

'This is no time to hesitate!.'
The leader was already pointing his wand at the child.
'If that's even a child.'
The words already coming out of his lips. The words that he has said so many times over the years.
"Adava ke-"

"Fulmen. "

The veteran death eater was fast, no doubt about that. But few things were as fast as what Harry had just called into existence.

A bolt of lightning impacted the man's chest and came out of his back while turning his insides into charcoal.

The young death eater at his side was not hit by the lighting directly but was unfortunately close enough for an arc of lighting to jump into his body.
The electrical discharge was not very strong but it was more than enough to stop his hearth.

Harry frowned at the display. Those spells that he had just used, should have caused a lot more damage than they did. 
'How weak…I'll have to do something about that.'

His displeasure however did not last long. He looked at the hand that was holding the Phoenix feather and saw how badly burned it was.

This was a natural side effect of using your own flesh and bones as the casing for the wand core.
Had his spell been a bit more powerful, Harry would have likely lost his entire hand.

As he went to take another step, a sharp pain traveled through his body like a shock. He immediately recognized this particular pain. He had suffered from it a few times in the past, but never this quick. 
'Damn it…just three lousy spells and my magic reserves are nearly exhausted.

The sound of steps could be heard and Harry knew that he had little time before people arrived here. 

It was closing time at Diagon Alley so few were still around but the commotion from the fight was loud enough for everyone remaining in the alley to have heard it.

With great difficulty, Harry removed the Phoenix feather from his burned fingers and stored it safely in one of his inner pockets before moving to his mother's side and sitting down.

He was completely exhausted and his body was about to shut down.

The last thing he heard was a woman screaming in horror and a man saying.
"Oh, by Merlin, what happened here?!"