Harry Potter : King of the Amazons By TheSilverboar

Chapter 35

-Harry-

Face set in a grim line, Harry tightened the straps to his bracers, a sword at his waist and spear propped by the wall. In the room with him were his wives and guards, his children away with his sister for the day. Bracers secure, Harry began to don his battle robes that were provided by the Ministry, having has his own people check them for tampering. "Are you ready my King?" Propheta asked, his wives all positive that he would emerge victorious for the coming fight, all of them knowing just why he was doing this.

"I am." He kissed his wives tenderly before picking up his spear, exiting the changing room in the Ministry, his family following behind as they were led to the lower levels of the building. The halls they passed were abandoned, silent apart from the footsteps of those who walked with him.

Finally, they got the bottommost level and their Auror guard opened the sealed door, allowing them to enter the ministry dueling arena. The Site reserved for only the most important of honor duels for blood feuds. In the stands were every ministry employee and several other witches and wizards who wished to see the fight between Harry Potter, Master of Hogwarts and King of the Amazons, and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the man who had lost every position of power he held for dozens of years within half a decade.

On the other side of the room, Dumbledore stood alone. The man had no support in his pit, no second to stand behind him. Dumbledore, the self-proclaimed leader of the light, stood alone. Stepping onto the platform, Harry remembered back to the week before when his challenge had been set.

-Flashback-

Calmly cutting up his breakfast sausage, Harry kept his eyes peeled towards the ceiling. At the regular staff table, Dumbledore sat rigid, a scowl upon the old man's face. Whether it was due to the incident with the Greyback pack or due to the loss of the Elder Wand he didn't know, nor did he care. A loud piercing screech filled the room as Harry saw the horde of mail owls finally arrive. Setting down his fork, Harry leaned forward, Steepling his fingers as he watched the owl winging towards Dumbledore.

As others noticed his iron focus, whispers spread as more and more began to watch that owl, wondering what made it so important as to draw his attention. The large Barn Owl landed in front of Dumbledore and held out its leg, the thick parchment standing out boldly. Frowning, Dumbledore took the letter and the owl flew away. There are moments of silence before that silence is shattered, "WHAT?!" Dumbledore roared, slamming his palms onto the staff table with a bang.

Sitting back, Harry calmly took a sip of his drink, staring Dumbledore in the eye. "You know what you read." His voice was as cold as ice, "Seven days." Harry stood, his voice calm but his fist shaking as he angrily stabbed his knife into the table where it quivered ominously "You have seven days left to live. Say your prayers, make out your will, finish whatever business you have left."

"You have the audacity to threaten me?!" Dumbledore's eyes seemed to almost bulge out of his head as the old man glared down at him.

"It's not a threat Dumbledore, it's a promise." Harry forced himself to remain level headed so as to keep his magic controlled, "You tried to save the lives of the men who attempted to murder my wife. I have had enough of your interference, your obstinance, your audacity!" the hall was silent, none there daring to speak up for fear of drawing the ire of himself or Dumbledore. "I have declared a Blood Feud, placing my houses into war against the House of Dumbledore, against you. I have demanded an honor duel and the ministry has set aside the arena for this. In Seven days you either show up for the duel and with your death the Blood Feud ends, or you hide like a coward and I track you down, ending your life like the craven dog I know you are." Turning on his heel, Harry stormed out. Seven days, Justice could wait that long to take one twisted old man's soul.

-End Flashback-

Staring Dumbledore dead in the eye, Harry took his spear and stabbed it into the ground where it quivered, an ominous twin to the knife at breakfast the week before. Never once looking away, Harry unbuckled his sword and tossed it away. Crossing his arms, he stood at his end of the duel platform. He had gotten rid of his weapons, items that the people of Magical Britain had come to identify with the Amazons. The point was clear, he was killing his enemy their way.

"Are the duelists ready?" the auror chosen to be the referee demanded as Dumbledore joined him on the platform. Harry gave a firm nod, Dumbledore scowling and grunting out an affirmative. "The Unforgivable are not permitted in this Honor Duel, nor any curses above the third gradient. The duel is to the death, for that to change, both duelists must agree."

"I refuse." Harry spoke up before Dumbledore had the chance to, "Albus Dumbledore dies today."

"Very well." The auror nodded, holding a hand up "You may commence." The auror's hand dropped and Dumbledore instantly whipped out a wand, the old man's limbs coated in a faint sheen of magic to let the man move easier.

"Bombarda!" Dumbledore shouted, the attack shooting towards Harry in a blaze of white light. The attack hit him with a boom, smoke filing the air from the overcharged spell. From inside the smoke, Harry could hear the panicked and shocked shouts, he could feel Dumbledore's air of smug superiority.

"Was that all you can do?" Harry's voice was calm as he stepped out of the smoke, his skin alight with a blazing aura of magic There wasn't a scratch on him as he strode soundly towards the now panicking Dumbledore.

"Bombarda! Reducto! Difindo! Confringo!" spell after spell was launched by Dumbledore's two wands, silent and verbal all screamed through the air, hitting Harry's form. The glowing aura of magic rippled with each spell but didn't break. Harry utilized his new magical reserves, flexing the magic around him into a burning field that Dumbledore's weaker spells couldn't penetrate. Without the elder wand, the old man was nothing.

"How…disappointing." Harry scoffed, backhanding a piercing curse away and into a wall. "Your time has come Albus Dumbledore." The distance was growing shorter and shorter as Dumbledore tried to back up only to hit a barrier, the arena enchanted to not allow anyone to leave until one of the duelists lay dead on the ground. With a scream, Dumbledore launched a bolt of white and blue lightning, a shield destroyer, from both wands. They never even phased Harry as they met his outstretched palm. Gathering his overflowing magic, Harry aimed and let loose a beam of concentrated magic, the beam punching through Dumbledore's chest. The old man quickly dropped like a puppet whose strings were cut, the hold punched through his chest, beard, and robes smoldering and smoking. The barrier around the arena flickered and died as the medi-wizards come to remove Dumbledore's body. Calmly, Harry walked to his discarded weapons and picked them up, buckling his sword to his waist while his guards held his spear ready for him. The assembled crowd were silent as the grave, all of them recognizing the message he had wanted shared.

Anyone who hurt those he cared about would pay. He could kill them their way, he could kill them the Amazon way, he could kill them anyway that they wished, or didn't wish. Either way, he would come for them, he would find them, and he would break them. And he wouldn't lose a damn night's sleep over it.