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Harry Potter: Another Chance

An older Harry Potter dies after experiencing much hardship and defeating his worst enemy before being reincarnated in an alternate version of his world where his parents are alive and he is no longer the Chosen One. Now he used all his accumulated knowledge and skills to protect those important to him and defeat Voldemort once more. The upload rate is currently at 6 chapters per week, I may increase it in the future if I have more time. I do not have specific days or times for the uploads because my full-time job has an erratic schedule so I upload whenever I have the time. But you can expect 6 new chapters by the end of the week. Sorry for the inconvenience, I hope my readers understand. A.N - - No harem - There will be a lot of violence, so be warned. - The pacing will not be too fast, this is going to be longer than my previous fic so be patient.

Krio_Genix · Book&Literature
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Chapter 228: In an instant

Disclaimer: 

Harry Potter and all of its characters belong to J.K Rowling.

I own nothing but the original characters I make.

"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Author notes-

Chapter 228: In an instant

Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Graham Montague, and Peregrine Derrick got ready to enter the arena.

The four Lords stood waiting right outside while Lord Parkinson was seated a short distance behind.

James, Lily, and Dumbledore were on the other side of the arena, behind Harry.

The four boys stared at Harry, eager to jump into the arena and end his life once and for all.

Montague's eyes went to the strange pieces of jewelry on Harry's body. He had never seen him wear anything like that before.

"Nice earrings, Potter!" he said in a mocking voice.

"Thanks, I made them myself." Harry answered with indifference.

The smile vanished from Montague's face.

"That's not…that's not what I meant."

"Graham, that's enough, don't bother talking to him." Marcus Flint took charge, as usual.

"And soon enough it won't matter." Soon…Potter will be dead, he was sure of that.

"What are you doing?!" Peregrine Derrick exclaimed while pointing at Harry, who was now sitting on the arena floor with his legs crossed.

"Potter, I hope you are not considering giving up, because I'm afraid it's too late for that already." Dolores Umbridge said in a condescending way.

James and Lily also wondered what their son was planning.

"Who said anything about giving up? I just felt like sitting. It's not like those four idiots have a chance. Might as well give them a bit of a handicap." Harry said.

"How dare you?!"

"We don't need a handicap!"

His words enraged the boys, who then proceeded to yell at him.

"Do not fall for his cheap provocations." Lord Flint told them calmly.

"For they do nothing more than to show his own insecurities. Focus on what you have learned and you will be fine."

The boys calmed down after hearing this.

With their confidence back, they remembered their original plan. Since their encounter with Harry, they had been practicing hard on learning a single spell. A spell they were going to use in order to destroy him today, right in front of his parents.

They looked at each other and recovered their confident smiles…they were ready now.

Umbridge glanced at Lord Parkinson and this one nodded, giving his approval to begin.

"Very well…today we are in this ancient chamber to carry out the blood feud between the Potter family with the following Wizard Families…Flint, Derrick, Montague, and Pucey. This will be done by a duel to the death in this arena. Everyone who steps on it will be considered a participant and thus will be allowed to kill or be killed without any legal consequences on the Ministry's part. All magic is allowed, nothing is forbidden in this place."

After finishing her announcement, she got closer to the four boys and spoke in a lower voice.

"The moment you set foot on the arena, the duel shall begin." Umbridge reminded them, so they knew to cast their spells immediately. Not giving Harry time to react.

With their wands in hand, the four of them jumped onto the stone arena and immediately pointed their wands at Harry.

There was no way for Harry to deal with four spells such as these at the same time. That's what they thought at least.

The four boys chanted in unison.

"Avad-"

Four letters. That was as far as they got in their incantation.

It all happened in an instant.

Everything looked normal and then…without any warning, dozens of spikes formed from the stone surface of the arena.

The spikes shot upwards almost as fast as bullets. Not giving the four boys time to process what was happening before they found themselves impaled in various spots of their bodies and lifted in the air like pieces of dead meat.

It took a few seconds for the ones watching to understand exactly what had transpired since it was all too brief.

The four Lords screamed the names of their sons.

It was in vain. The four boys were already dead. The spikes had pierced their vital organs, killing them almost instantly.

None of the Lords could have predicted for this duel, if it could still be called that, to end in such a way.

Harry lifted his wand a little bit. As the contact with the stone surface broke, the spikes sank back into the ground where they came from.

The spectators then realized that Harry had not sat down in an attempt to provoke them or give them any form of advantage, but he did it simply to be closer to the stone surface so he could perform his transfiguration much faster.

"That was both impressive and…brutal." James commented.

"He did not hesitate for a second."

"I'm glad he didn't!" Lily huffed.

"Those boys were going to kill him!"

"I know, Lily, I know. I'm not judging him…I have been on that side many times too, I know how it feels." James said in a placating manner.

"It was more than impressive, that is for sure." Dumbledore interjected.

"What Harry just did was not technically a spell…he performed a very complex 'Free Transfiguration'... commanding his magic to morph the surface of the arena and bend it to his will...and he did incredibly fast."

"Preposterous!" Umbridge shouted. "How can that blood traitor kill the four heirs like that?!, he must have cheated!."

Lord Parkinson stared at Harry with an increasing feeling of worry. He had hoped for this matter to be over quickly but not like this.

Now it was up to the four Lords to take action.

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