Notes:
Welcome back my wonderful readers, I love the general confusion you all had in the last chapter trying to figure out who is who, I will say one of you got it right which is rather nice. But for the rest of you, how about a little hint? Ana told Harry that she "saw herself coming across an opportunity that was relinquished to another" when she was talking to him, the opportunity she was speaking about was Harry himself, not watching over the boy or anything like that, but the boy himself.
Harry Potter, London England.
Harry Potter has been in many life-or-death situations, he had fought the evilest wizard of the century in the catacombs under Hogwarts, He had hunted down the basilisk and the Heir of Slytherin in his second year, he had chased down, who had thought to be, his parents killer and fought off a swarm of Dementors on the shores of the black lake, and he had fought the Scorpio and won. While he was scared during those times, he never felt like he did now, like he was prey. He had looked into the eyes of Artemis while she was angry with him two times, and neither of those times did he feel like prey, he had felt like he had belonged in the Hunt long before he knew it himself.
But in the burning red eyes of the man looming over him, Harry felt like prey, and this man, whoever he was, was the Hunter here for the kill, Harry could feel the cold sweat running down his back, the hairs on his arm standing up as Harry took a step back from the man. This wasn't a hunt Harry would come out on top of, this man would and could kill him, Harry did not doubt that.
"When I had heard she had a kid," The man says, "I had to come to see it for myself, and with eyes like that, there's no doubt who your mother is," the hooded man says taking a step forward towards Harry, "My own mother told me not to come, told me it was far too early to start my hunt, but this, this is different," the man says looking Harry in the eyes, freezing the boy in place, "Tell me, boy, would she mourn you? Would she weep over your body? Would she seek vengeance against the one who kills you?" the man asks in a whisper, leaning down to loom menacingly over Harry as he forgets to breathe and his body starts to shake.
"Tell me, boy, does she love you?" The man then reaches out with his own hand to wrap around his throat, "Would she come if I popped your head off?" the man asks with such a quiet anger Harry could practically taste it. Harry desperately tried to get his body to do something, to pull out Serpent-Hunter, to run, Anything! But it wouldn't listen, the Hunt wouldn't come, it was like it was locked up or being drained out of him, and as the man's hand comes within inches of wrapping around Harry's throat as sound shakes the earth around him.
VAROOOOOOOOM !
It shakes the earth, it shakes the glass of the shops, and it shakes Harry to his core. But the man reaching for him stops and his face is twisted in anger as he straightens up and withdraws his hand before turning his head to look behind him. Harry's body, released from whatever hold was on him, stumbles back from the large hooded man, he turns to see what he was looking at. Harry discovers what had made the sound, it was the largest motorcycle Harry had ever seen, and sitting on it was the largest man Harry had met. Harry knew who it was by the share size and bulk alone, but he was wearing different clothes from the last time Harry saw him in the forbidden forest back in August, the man on the motorcycle wore large riding boots and leather chaps that looked too be sewn together with different types of hides of animals and human faces, the leather vest he wore over his chest looked to the same, he had a green shirt that said: "Ride Free or Die" and a helmet with a huge pair of stag horns sprouting from the top of it. He wasn't alone either, coming around the corners and down the alleyways and side streets were other bikers with the same type of leather in the form of coats, vests, and chaps on their own Motorcycles.
Harry hears the hooded man growl under his breath as the man on the motorcycle kicks down the kickstand of the monstrous motorcycle, leaning it on its side, before standing up and swinging his leg over the bike and getting off it. He does this slowly as if there was no threat close to him, he slowly undoes the strap under his chin and pulls off the helmet, revealing burning amber eyes to the world, as Cernunnos, the Horned God of the Wild Hunt hangs his helmet on the handle of the motorcycle the hooded man turns completely to the God. Cernunnos takes his time walking up to the stranger, studying him with narrowed eyes, as the hooded man's hands clench at the sight of the God.
"Try that again," Cernunnos says as he walks, the ground feeling like it was quaking with each step he took, "And I'll pull your spine out and beat you with it, Boy," the Horned God says and the clouds above begins to turn gray and twists for the coming storm.
"This isn't any of your business, celt," the Hooded man says with a growl, "Leave me to mine and I'll leave you to yours," the man says and Cernunnos openly laughs as he steps up and into the face of the Hooded man.
"Not my business?" Cernunnos asks with a guff, "You're on MY islands, threatening one of MY people, and you're saying it's not MY business?!" Cernunnos says before chuckling before the sound of thunderclaps echoing throughout downtown London, Harry couldn't tell if it was from the storm forming overhead or if it was just Cernunnos' laugh.
"The boy isn't one of your people, he's Greek, meaning this isn't your business," the Hooded man says and Cernunnos just shakes his head looking amused.
"The boy was claimed by a Greek, sure," Cernunnos says with a nod, "But the boy has the blood of the islands in him, he was born here, which MAKES him my people, now if you got a problem with that…," The King of the Wild Hunt says before lifting his hand, and in a flash of lightning, the Horned God's spear appears in his hand before he slams it into the ground, shattering the slab of concrete that made up the sidewalk with little ease, "We can have a little discussion about it, if ya like," Cernunnos says with a menacing grin.
The Hooded man looks into the eyes of Cernunnos, before looking around at the whole of the Wild Hunt all looking at him, before he turns to look at Harry who had been slowly moving around the two giant men to the other side of Cernunnos. The Hooded man growls at Harry before Cernunnos steps in front of Harry, using his massive frame to push the other man back with a heave and a growl like thunder. Harry quickly backs away from the pair of men, still shaking slightly from his encounter, He sees Cernunnos step further into the Hooded man's space before speaking again.
"This isn't where the flame of the west is, Poll coileach" Cernunnos says, the Irish accent coming out thick in his last words, "Easy way or the hard way, doesn't matter to me, either way, you're leaving my fucking islands," The Horned God says as he glares at the Hooded man, and for a long minute both men just glare at each other and Harry thought he was about to see the Horned God of the Hunt kick whoever this guy was ass to Ireland and back. But the Hooded man slowly raises his hands and takes a step back for Cernunnos, never breaking eye contact with the Horned King.
"Fine, Celt, all you've done is postpone my hunt, I'll kill him one day," The Hooded man says as he continues to walk back from Cernunnos.
"So long as the boy calls these Islands home, you aren't welcome here, Greek," Cernunnos tells him, and the other man just smirks.
"That's fine, when the time is right, the boy will come to me," The man says, "I'll take him from her, as I'll take everything from her soon enough," with his final words said the Hooded man turns around and walks away, Cernunnos watches the man walk down the city block, past the mounted Hunters, before turning a corner and vanishing from sight. Harry jumps at the sharp whistle that comes from Cernunnos just before four of the mounted riders peel off, following the Hooded man around the corner.
Cernunnos dismisses his spear before turning back to Harry, gesturing to him to follow him, Harry does. Cernunnos doesn't speak until he was back sitting on his motorcycle, helmet placed on his lap, and Harry standing a few feet from him.
"You must be the unluckiest kid I've ever met, and I've met Cú Chulainn before," Cernunnos says, shaking his head, as Harry just shrugs, he wasn't about to argue that.
"Thanks, for, ah, you know," Harry says, he didn't really expect the Horned God to show up and save his skin like that.
"Don't worry about it, Boyo," Cernunnos says, "The king must defend the kingdom, after all, Just watch your ass out here, the islands are becoming more and more dangerous by the day, fuck head Greeks included, no offense," the Horned God says, tacking on that last part as an afterthought, but Harry just shrugged, he may be the son of Artemis, but he was still British damnit.
Cernunnos sighs out, "Things are stirring up out there, Boyo, old things that haven't walked the islands in a long, long time, the other day I thought I came across the tracks of ol' Cath," the Horned God says with a chuckle, "Now that would be a hell of a hunt, but back to what I was getting at, stay on your toes kid, who knows I might have a job for Ya soon," Cernunnos says with a smile as he puts back on his helmet.
"A job?" Harry asks, confused.
"Mission, Quest, Hunt, whatever the fuck ya want to call it," the Horned God says with a shrug before kicking back his bikes kickstand, "Be safe out there, Boyo, and remember, Hunt or Die," Cernunnos says before revving the engine of the monstrous motorcycle before taking off as thunder rumbles around the city. Harry watches him go, and decides the next time he hunts something down he'd sacrifice some of it to the Horned God for pulling his ass out of the fire with that hooded guy, whoever the fuck that was. As the Wild Hunt follows its King through Downtown London, Harry couldn't help but notice one idling by the side of the road, he had a horse hair mohawk on top of his helmet, the man turns to Harry and lifts the visor to his helmet, revealing misty blue eyes. A pair of eyes Harry knew well, the rider nods long and low, as if to thank him or to honor him, and Harry just smiles before nodding himself, forgiving the rider for what he had done, because, in the end, Harry thinks he would do the same thing. With that, the rider closes his visor before following the rest of the Wild Hunt into the oncoming storm.
Harry lets out a sigh, he didn't know who that guy in the hoodie was, but he wasn't keen on meeting him again any time soon, if felt like just by looking the man in the eyes the man had somehow cut Harry off from the Hunt which Harry didn't know was possible and it scared the fuck out of him. Harry had a pretty good guess who the "Her" was the man was talking about and he'd asked Artemis about it the next time Harry saw her. He had enough people out for his skin, he didn't need some random guy who could cut him off from his biggest advantage in a fight after him as well.
Harry turns back to the restaurant thanking whoever was watching over him that Dora-
The men by the door were gone.
Nymphadora Tonks, London, England.
"Where the fuck was Harry?" was the thought running through (Nympha)Dora's mind, she had just gone to the restroom as the boy said he would be outside waiting for her. She had let him out of her sight for two minutes, two Mother Magic fucking minutes, and somehow the boy who lived was lost in downtown London, a place where she couldn't use magic openly to find him or send his sexy arse a patrunous. Okay, seriously, what was wrong with her!? Why had the boy who lived become the boy-she-wanted-to-shag! he was fourteen for fucks sake, her hormones needed to calm the fuck down, because she knows she wasn't some creepo after little kids like that, she found Charlie fit as all fuck and would rather shag him, stupid monkey brain. And to top this all off, she had three creeps of her own to deal with, they had been following her since she had left the restaurant. she had seen them in the reflections of all the windows that line the street, probably waiting for a good opportunity to rush her and drag her off into a side street or alley, the fucking knob heads.
Dora decides to deal with the knobheads first, once she knocks the three of them out and modifies their memories to make them forget, and probably hex their bits for good measure, that way she can properly search for Harry without having to look over her shoulder every two minutes. She turns down the next alley, knowing the knobheads would follow her down it, and silently thanks the Witch Father for small favors that the alley turned left into a dead end so no one on the street could peek down the alley to watch her mop the floor with the knobheads. She places down the bag of clothes that belonged to Harry behind her as her wand falls into her hand and turns to the exit to the dead end.
It didn't take long for the knobheads to come around the corner and spot her, they were dressed in polos and khakis looking like they had solicitors for dads. While Dora herself couldn't really talk about that last one, even if they weren't creepo's trying to corner a fourteen-year-old-looking girl, and she was in her actual aged form, she still wouldn't give them the time of day. They were wearing Khakis, eww.
The lead creepo, wearing a white and blue striped shirt, smiles at her when he sees her, "Oi, there's the fit bird, what'cha doing luv, Dontcha-" but that was as far as Dora let him get.
"Okay, fuckwad, listen up because I don't honestly have a lot of time to deal with your creepy arse," Dora says, and creepo one smile turns into a frown, "I'm not some little girl you can take advantage of in some musky alley because she's defenseless, so cut off with the talking out of your ill speaking ass and come get your arse kicked," Dora says in a bored tone as she gripped her wand, ready to lash out.
"Fok'en little cunt, Imma enjoy-" Creepo begins to say, but before he could finish his threat, before Dora could even wave her wand to knock his dumbass out, a blur of black appears behind him and jumps onto his back as he stalked forward, knees landing on creepo one's shoulder blades and hands grip his head as they both go crashing to the ground. Before creepo one even knows what had happened after his skull hit the pavement, the small figure that landed on his back, twists around picking up the man's head and slamming it back into the ground with a crack.
Before even the other creepo's noticed what had happened the blur that Dora now recognized as Harry Potter moves fast enough that Dora can barely follow him with her eyes. He didn't apperate, or quick-stepped, nor did he shadow hop or blink, the boy moved with raw speed to the creepo to the left, some dark skin man in a purple shirt, Harry stopped in front of him with his foot raised before bringing it down on the guy's knee. There's a snap and a pop as Harry hyperextends the guy's knee making the man scream out in pain before Harry slams his head into the dumpster the creepo was standing by once then twice, and then a third time till the man stopped screaming.
Creepo number three's brain finally caught up with what was happening around him as Harry turns to look at him, the creepo turns on his heel and starts to run, Harry reacts fast, snatching a heavy-looking piece of rubbish up off the ground, a piece of a brick it looked like, and with unnerving speed and accuracy he wings it at the guy and it slams into the back of creepo three's head right before he collapses to the ground. Dora stands there, wand halfway up with her jaw hanging open as her brain tries to process what she had just seen.
This kid who wasn't even out of Hogwarts yet, that wasn't even a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet, moved with such speed and grace, before casually and callously taking out three older men who had at least a hundred pounds on him before a single one had known what had hit them. The only thing that Dora could even say to this slips from her lips, "Holy Witch Fathers frosty bollocks, did you just fucking kill them?" it comes out as a horrified whisper, but Harry answers it as if she yelled it.
"Not yet," Harry says as he walks over to the first one and raises his foot to smash the man's head in like a ripe cantaloupe, but Dora's brain finally kicks starts, and her wand moves like a cracking whip as she hits Harry with a full body bind to stop him killing the three creepos. Harry's arms and legs lock together with a snap before he falls over backwards, stiff as a board before Dora sighs out in relief. She didn't need Harry killing three unarmed Muggles right in front of her, she would have dragged him into the Ministry only a day after he had left for the same shit.
Dora quickly transfigures her clothes back to their normal size before morphing into her original size before walking over to Harry laying down on the ground, she stops when she notices Harry trying to force himself out of the body bind with raw physical strength, his arms and legs moving a half inch from their positions before snapping back to place. Lucky, the more you struggle in a full-body bind the stronger it becomes to hold you, so Dora sighs down at the boy, before walking over to each of the creepos and applying some field first aid to make sure they don't bleed out or die.
Just before hexing their bits to make sure they won't be doing this again for a good long while.
She walks back over to the struggling boy before grabbing the bag of clothes and the boy's wrist the best she could, "Come on, Harry," Dora tells him, "I think our afternoon of fun is officially over," before she awkwardly spins on the spot apperating away from the Alley as she yells to the unconscious men "Enjoy the impotence and burning, boys!"
The-Den-on-the-hill.
With a sharp crack Nymphadora Tonks arrives in the backyard of her parent's home dropping her side along to the ground as the boy glares up at her, she looks down at him and sighs again, he looked positively brassed off, Dora casts a quick Tempus charm and sees that she still has an hour before her mother was supposed to be home IF she had stayed late.
"Might as well get this over with," she thinks to herself before casting a quick privacy ward around them so the yelling doesn't reach her mother's ears, before undoing the full body bind on the boy.
Harry jumps to his feet immediately, "Why did you stop me!?" he yells, anger coloring his face.
"Thought that would be pretty obvious," Dora says, her voice flat and unamused, "Last time I check murder is illegal, Harry, the arse kicking was fine but you were going too far, and in case you've forgotten, I'm a bloody Auror!" she yells at him, "if you would have killed them, muggle or not, I would have had to take you in," she tells him and watches as something war in his slitted green eyes, "another question for dear uncle Sirius when I see him next," she thinks to herself.
"They were trying to hurt you, I was just-" Harry tries to say but is quickly cut off by Dora.
"Just what? Committing murder!? In case you haven't noticed, Harry, I'm a big girl who can take care of herself, and oh, yeah, I have a fucking wand!" Dora yells back at him.
"It wasn't your ki-" Harry starts to yell, getting into Dora's face, but that is as far as he got before he's blasted off his feet and back over the garden fence when Dora pointed her wand at him. Harry hits the ground with a thud, knocking the wind out of him as he hits the ground.
Dora walks over to the garden fence when Harry had flown over, and looks down at him, "Now, I'm going to ignore what you were about to say," she says in a low voice, "But I will knock your ass around like a Bludger if you Ever yell in my face again, got me?" the Metamorph tells Harry on the ground before he groans out, "I'll be taking that as a yes ma'am," she says with a smirk, "I know you've got problems, Harry, and rightfully so, but I'm not about to be your punching bag nor will I let you run around committing random acts of violence on people, no matter if they deserve it or not," After saying her piece, Dora turns on her heel and picks up the bag before she starts walking to the back door.
"Come in when you've calmed down a bit, and wipe your feet!" Dora yells over her shoulder before unlocking the door and walking inside and dropping the bag off in Harry's room and unshinking them before going into her room to take a breather. That fucking kid comes in swinging haymakers and taking out three grown men in a matter of seconds before he tries to kill them all because he had thought they were gonna hurt her, it was sweet if not a tad bit morbid. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't turned on by it, not the murder part, but the graceful brutality Harry displayed, he went from this shy quiet kid to an apex murder machine in what felt like a blink of an eye all because of her, it was just, fuuuuuuck. But she was worried as well as turned on, she had originally thought Harry was caught up in the March that had happened at the world cup and was forced to defend himself, but now? Now she was thinking he charged right in their path to kill them which was a problem. She really didn't want to believe Skeeter's writings but maybe she had a point with the deranged part, fuck.
Dora closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, the first thing she needed to do was stop the blood pulling into her thighs and stop the thoughts of sexually assaulting a minor, then she need to change her panties and get a hold of Charlie, because she was getting laid Tonight God damnit! And as she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror above her dresser, she couldn't help but to wonder "Why the fuck are my eyes pink?"
Three of Wands
Depicted on this card are three crows, each of the crows carries a wand, one of Holly, one of Yew, and one of Elder. They fly over a scene of battle below them, a large man wielding a bow is firing three shots in rapid succession at another man wielding a silver spear as the earth below them watches on, standing in the shadow of the man armed with the spear stands a girl with Fathomless Black Eyes.
Notes:
Chapter done! This one is pretty short, but an important one for far, far down the line. The Hooded man we see in this chapter is none other than the Twin Archers Bane: Orion.
Oh, you thought I forgot he was a giant in HoO? Nah, kiddies, we doing this. Orion is going to be Harry's final hunt in this whole series and his greatest challenge.
But hey, I'm impressed, most of y'all figured out who the three witches are with very little help, they're going to pop up randomly in the story, but I have a fun plan for them. But I can hear all of scratching your heads wondering what the "it" they are gifting Voldemort, well, that's going to be fun when y'all figure it out because it's an overlooked detail in a scene that I'm going to abuse the fuck out of. For those who haven't figured out who the three witches are, go back and read chapter 1 of Under the Hunters Moon and you'll figure it out.
I also found it funny to make the Wild Hunt into a motorcycle gang in the modern day.
As for what's going on with Nymphadora? We'll get to that in time, but it's gonna make half you scream "Fuck" when you put it together.
Poll coileach is "Cock Hole" in irish celtic.
Sorry for not updating be busy at work recently i have this chapter already written out but forgot to update it.