CH45

Frustrated and angry again when he worked out what Harry meant, Dumbledore gestured a wave-off with his off hand and said, "Very well. I insist you stop this, at once!"

"That's how you do it, old man. Nicely done," snickered Harry. "How about... hmmm... NO!" And laughed.

That got the old man angry. "Young man, come here... Now!"

"Old man," he mimicked right back. "I'd say come here and suck my penis; but, since you're a homosexual, you might just do it." That had everyone, including the bystanders, gasp in shock.

Looking around - there were now quite a few people gathered behind the Order, but still not directly behind, and trying to listen in - Harry had the audience he wanted. He had information Luna had provided in those scrapbooks of hers he could use.

"What?" he loudly asked to the crowd at-large. "You didn't know?

"Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were lovers. It's why Albie wouldn't go after Grindelwald until the mid 1940s, even though Grindelwald started his pogrom in the late 1910s. He and Grindelwald were planning to take over the world together. They decided that, while Grindelwald was staying at his aunt Bathilda Bagshot's place in Godric's Hollow, back very soon after the turn of the century. "That's where Dumbledore's and Grindelwald's catchphrase, 'It's for the Greater Good' comes―"

"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore screamed, now red in the face.

"Oooh..." said Harry. "It appears you didn't want anyone to know, did you. Oops!"

"Shut your mouth, dark wizard!" yelled Ron.

Harry just laughed and said, "Tell me, Thief Weasley, how you came to the conclusion I'm dark. Is it because the Great and powerful Fairy... I mean, Dumbledore... told you I was? Did you even ask for proof?"

"Of course you're dark!" he snapped. "You're wearing black!"

"That I'm wearing black makes me dark?" asked Harry, actually surprised. Pretending to be overly-acting it, he exclaimed, "Oh, my God! Every student at Hogwarts wears black, so every student at Hogwarts is a dark wizard!

"Quick!" he mocked. "You'd best hurry there and kill them all!" And laughed again.

He also noticed there were a few bystanders who also hid snickers behind hands to their mouths.

Frustrated Ron barked, "You're a Peverell! Everyone knows the Peverells were dark!"

"So were the Blacks!" Harry shot back. "Wasn't your great grandmother, Cedrella, born a Black? Did your great grandfather marry a dark wizard?"

He immediately turned to Neville and asked, "And what about your great grandmother, Callidora, Longbottom? She was born a Black, too, wasn't she?"

Turning back to Weasley he said, "Accusing someone they're dark, just because of what family they were born into, is a clear nonsense, Weasley. Otherwise, both you and the SecondChosen One, Longbottom, are both dark. So is Nymphie Tonks, back there," that had Tonks instantly shut up and glare back, "So is old Moody there... so are quite a few of you, come to think of it.

"Oh. My. God!" he mock-horror exclaimed as if just realising something. "The Order of the Flaming Fairies is full of dark wizards! Look out, everybody! The Dark Lord has a challenger!"

And laughed again. So did quite a few of his now audience.

Inside the bank, Luna was giggling so hard and trying to stifle it she was red in the face, crying and leaning against the wall, where she'd collapsed against it.

Harry finally looked around, shook his head at the idiocy of some folks and called. "Right, folks! Entertainment is over! I'm about to step off this step. When I do, Dumbledore and his lick-spittle minions are going to attack me. You'd best not stand outside or you risk getting hit with stray spells."

Harry watched as many folks quickly disappeared into shops. However, all of them either stood in the doorways or looked out through the windows; the... plain glass... windows.

'Well, I warned them,' thought Harry. 'If they get hurt now, it's their own damned fault.'

As they'd cleared out, Harry watched as the Order readied themselves. He just grinned back.

Once the bystanders were 'gone', he held his hands out to show he didn't have a wand. "Look everybody! NO wand!" he called. "If you attack me, you'll be attacking an unarmed man!"

Then he grinned again... and stepped off. Dumbledore roared, "NOW!"

Wands in Order members' hands snapped up and, en masse, fired stunners. The only ones who didn't were Tonks and Remus and a couple others Harry didn't recognise.

Harry simply flicked his left hand out as he spread his fingers and activated the kara kesh.

All... eight... stunners, including Dumbledore's, simply died when they hit the golden shield Harry'd erected around himself from the kara kesh.

Immediately, they all, including many bystanders, gawked back at Harry in stupefied shock. No one should be able to withstand a concentrated barrage like that without succumbing to many of them; especially not without a wand in your hand.

As soon as the last Charm hit, Harry turned off the kara keshand drew his wand from his sleeve. As he raised it he barked, "My turn!" And started rapid-fire casting.

In his mind he was rapidly chanting, 'Stun! Break! Stun! Stun! Stun! Stun! Poke! Stun! Stun! Shove! Stun! Pud-Trip! Stun! Cut! Stun! Break! Stun! Stun! Stab! Stun! Break!

Stun! Stun!'

He'd replaced every incantation in his repertoire with a single syllable word that related. Stupefy became Stun; Confractus(for the shield breaker) became Break; Depulso became Push; Secare, the Cutting Curse, became Cut; Pud-Trip was actually a combination pair of jinxes, the Knockback Jinx and the Tripping Jinx; and so on.

Further, without even realising he was doing it at first, back in his third or fourth fight with the Jaffa he had begun to pump magic into his own body to try and help. It did. What he'd manage to accomplish through the employment of will and magic was to temporarily increase the speed of his thought processes, heighten his reflexes and speed up his movement. From his side, it made everything slow down around him; but that wasn't the case. For those watching him, or being involved with him, in a battle it saw him significantly speed up until he almost looked like he was 'blurring'. And curses were leaving his wand as if from the barrel of a machine gun.

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