I am a Potter

Second Part

In any other situation, the expression on the Dark Lord's pale white face, a noseless face, would have been hilarious for Harry. But right now, as his House's, his family's, magic was coursing through him, healing all the bruises, the malformations and lacking that it found on its way, Harry didn't feel like laughing. All he wanted, all that his whole family wanted, was to free his parents and his grandparents from Voldemort's soul and make him regret ever going after a Potter.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle," Harry voice, along with the million voices of his ancestors that magic somehow let speak from the afterlife, boomed, shaking Voldemort and his underling from their support "You have hurt the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter for the last time"

"What are you on, Potter?" asked one of the masked cowards

"How dare he defy the Dark Lord!" another said

"You and your pets shall pay! And feel the wrath of the House of Potter" Harry said, instinctively reaching in the air with his right hand, feeling the pull to something. Something, he somehow knew, had taken flight, and was hurling toward him

"He's been hit one too many times with the crucio! He can't seriously think that he can take one the Dark Lord, let alone all of us! And without his wand?" said whom Harry recognized as Warren McNair, the executioner that had come for Buckbeak.

"Silence!" Voldermort ordered, stepping toward Harry "Harry Potter, aren't you full of surprises!" he laughed

"It's Lord Potter to you, Mr. Riddle" they corrected, Harry, enjoying the sneer that appeared on Voldemort's face at the mention of his name.

"That is not my name, boy!"

"But it is. Or has the House of Voldemort been a secret since the time of Merlin?" Harry smirked, enjoying the ability to rile up the self-entitled bastard as he waited for what he guessed was a weapon to arrive "Your name is Thomas Marvolo Riddle, since the day you were born of a barely magical and ugly Gaunt woman in a rundown muggle orphanage. Too bad that your father, the muggle Tom Riggle, wasn't there to see it happen, probably was a little sick of being love-potioned."

"Shut up!" Voldemort screamed "I will not have you say such lies about me! I am Lord Voldemort!"

"Again, what House Voldemort? I'm sure that all the inbred around you will be at least able to remember no such noble lineage ever being in Britain, or anywhere else for that matter. You, Mr. Riddle, are no more a Lord than the rat-faced traitor" Harry said as felt his hand close around a handle, his arm suddenly supporting a weight. When he looked, the Last Potter was surprised to see a sword, shining in the moon's light

"That's impossible!" cried a Death Eater "That sword has been lost for centuries!"

"It has never been lost, ignorant fool. The Lady of the Lake, Freya Potter, has been guarding it in the name of her lover, Merlin himself, ever since Arthur Pendragon died. One of the conditions was for the Potter family to be able to call upon it whenever of our own was in mortal danger. We're not the Pendragons, but the Potter are the only ones left who can use the Sword of the King, Excalibur."

"And what do you expect to accomplish with a sword against fifteen trained wizards, boy" Lucius Malfoy's voice laughed, soon joined by his murderer colleagues

Harry suddenly felt himself move into a 'plow' guard stance with only one hand on the handle (how he knew the name of that stance, he had no idea) "It's simple, Malfoy"

Suddenly, as soon as his second hand closed around the hand, time seemed to stop as Harry dashed forward. His arms brought the blade up in the air as he passed a completely still Voldemort, and brought it down hard on the blond's shoulder. Very few resistance, if not none at all, were met as the sword passed through the bones and flesh, cleaving neatly the wand-arm of the Death Eater.

It took a second after Harry had let go of one of his grip on the sword's handle before the other present black-robed individuals' eyes fell on him and, after he started screaming, a one-arm-less Lucius Malfoy.

"We'll slice all of you up until you're all dead!" the entire Potter family said as one through their last breathing member

"How dare you!" yelled the man who on the left of a now heavily bleeding Lucius Malfoy

This time, it was not an arm, but a chest, from hip to shoulder, that was sliced "Like this, McNair"

Then Harry turned, smirking evilly as all the Death Eaters reached for their wand in panic "What a disgusting sight you all are. Let's clean house!"

He swung upward with just his right hand, slicing the man on Lucius' left neatly in half, from the bottom to the top of his head. Harry could only watch in amazement as his body immediately spun around using Excalibur to deflect the spells that had been thrown at him. He didn't stop there, however, continuing his movement around as he closed his second hand on the sword, the blade cleaving McNair's head off his body.

Time having been slowed down again, he could bring the sword's tip-up again, charging right toward the Death Eater that had been on McNair's right. When he had successfully impaled the murderer on his blade, he didn't stop, seemingly unaware of what a full-grown man's weight was supposed to be.

His run ended with him running Excalibur through another Death Eater before it embedded in a grave. He jumped in the air, kicked the gravestone with both his feet and felt like he was flying as he arrived behind the next Death Eater. Brutally, the flat of the blade struck the man's back (only to stop Harry's flight, of course), sending him flying right into the Dark Lord.

The snake-faced bastard was so surprised that he let go of his wand as he was struck by the human-bludger that a 14 years old had catapulted into him. Harry, or rather the Potters, remembering the similarities between the Dark Lord's and their last scion from the Chamber of Secrets, extended his right hand toward the wand, wordlessly summoning it to him.

Immediately, Harry's two hands began working independently, his left using Excalibur to deflect and sendback spells as his right hand used his nemesis' wand to shoot spells as if a machine gun. However, amidst the chaos, Harry didn't pay any attention to the demise of these sadistic bastards. He was searching for one man in particular, or most likely, a rat. What helped was that his vision, which should have been crap now that his glasses were resting on the ground, was seemingly perfect now.

"Let me help, Harry!" said a Potter voice that he had yet to hear

Suddenly, his vision turned dark, except for the bright orange silhouettes of the Death Eaters. And the tiny spot that was rapidly retreating toward the woods!

The shower of spells from his right hand stopped as a summoning spell was cast, as a brown rat was hurled from the ground. However, Harry's body sidestepped and let the rat fly by him right by him, and into the head of one of the two Death Eaters Excalibur had impaled a few seconds ago.

Harry expected to see his right hand start firing spells again, but to his surprise, Both of his arms lowered to his side, and he finally saw all the Death Eaters, without exception, on the ground. The most fortunate were dead, while the others were writhing in agony, suffering from either the spells that the Sword of the King had deflected or from the one that their master's wand had cast had them from their enemy's hand.

"HARRY POTTER!" a voice screamed suddenly, making him turn toward the Dark Lord, who unceremoniously slung his follower's body to the side.

"Et maintenant, pour le plat de résistance" the french voice said, gleefuly