Jackie Chan Adventures: Harry Potter and the Twelve Talismen

[Houndoom_Lover]

Dear friends, guests, and fellow readers! Hello! Hello! Hellooooo! As promised, I've found myself once lost in the field...feild...of lostness! Bhahaha! Anywho, you may found the first part here : http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/sh...k+Hands+Washed

It's a good story. I highly reconmend it!

This contains Harry Potter elements along with the kick butt Jackie Chan, so I rate it a T, just be be safe! Let's start this puppy up again! Forget my last soopy attempt!

“Sometimes he (Death) gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...”

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Fickle as a Rat

Somewhere dark and spooky

A commanding voice broke the silent of the room; “Gan-Ren-Chui.”

There was a loud poof as a purple-ish blue smoke swirled about in the darken room. An evil laughter filled this, so loud, the wooshing noise the came behind the man that was laughing was barely audible. The man opened his eyes, his right eye was grey, and the other was green.

Somewhere else dark and spooky

“Harry,” A bushy brown haired woman, dressed in a dark robe, said sharply, crawling behind two men. One of the men had fiery red hair and freckles who was long and lanky dressed in an equally dark robe, and a man with messy black hair and glasses, “This is about the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.”

“We,” The man name Harry who was up front with black hair and glasses replied briskly, a thin stick in his hand. He pointed it down at the floor of the air duct which they were crawling in, “I need a screw driver.”

“Harry-“The woman interjected, but the red head started to dig his hand into his robe.

“Um,” The red head pulled out a thick screw driver, looking boggled, “Will this do? It’s the only one I’ve got, I didn’t think we’d actually need one-“

“Because you’re a wizard!” The woman said exasperatingly, “And you’re a wizard, and I’m a witch and we have wands!”

“And?” The be-freckled man seemed a little more concerned in digging something out of the pocket of his robe. It was very awkward moving about in an air duct.

“Oh, get out of the way, Ron!” She shoved him side, crawling between him and the metal all, her own magic stick- a wand that is, out.

“You’re off your rocker, you are!” Ron insisted, moving farther down the duct. His wife was a menace when she was angry, especially when she had her wand out, which was usually, especially when she was angry, “We tried magic, already, Hermione! It won’t work-“

“Well, of course I know that,” She said, whacking Harry to move aside was stubbornly refusing to move as he tried to unscrew the screws that was holding the thin vent door with a screwdriver much too big for the wittle little holes, “But I’m not going to use magic on building.”

“What are you gonna use it on, then?” Ron asked, moving in just a little bit to see. Harry stubbornly gave the screw driver up with a grunt, his green eyes narrowed in discontent. Stupid screwdrivers, never been good with them he had.

Hermione raised an eyebrow as she took the screwdriver, sometimes…With a sigh and a flick of her wand, she shrunk the screwdriver to an appropriate size then went on a few minute rant on how even though it was late it was no reason for Ron to act so thick. Harry blocked the two out, always bickering, like always. He could feel the sweat trickle down his face as he removed the first two screws.

“Well, if you were out flyin’ all night you’d be tired to!” Ron defended himself, though he knew to was a loosing battle.

“Flying all night! The game only lasted thirty minutes, that’s hardly all night,” She retaliated, her arms folded the best she could in these cramped conditions, “Oh, do you mean that after party you lot had- I was up all night with worry!”

The third screw, Harry Potter carefully pulled it up, the vent under now holding up by its single screw. Carefully, slowly, with his tongue stuck out in concentration.

“You sound like my Mum,” Ron said, not without a tenderness in his voice, even angry, his wife was beautiful in his eyes.

“You mean-“

“Can it, guys,” Harry interrupted, turning the last screw as slowly as he could, “Do you think you could get a levitation spell on this?”

“Don’t see why not,” Ron pulled out his wand, at the ready. Harry twisted the last turn of the screw, letting the thin metal bottom square of the vent fall. Ron flicked his wand, and just in time to, as the metal plate was just about to hit the floor.

“Ace,” Ron said under his breath as Harry shined his magical light down below.

The place looked just like any other high security place, with two desks like tables, a filing cabinet, and a computer at both tables, although it still was eerily empty. Where was everybody? On holiday? That didn’t seem likely, since all their files were so protected by firewalls that not even Hermione, their computer whiz, could break through. She herself broke down and even asked George for help, and he did give help, in the form of a map and a general location. Section 13 was as dead as a graveyard.

“Well,” Ron said breezily, pulling a thick rope from his wizardly pocket, “Let’s find those files so we can get back before breakfast, shall we?”

With some magical magicy way, they managed to stay the rope. Harry went down first, his heart pounding. Someone should be here, to stop them or otherwise, this wasn’t right…something was wrong.

“Ron, breakfast isn’t going anywhere,” Hermione hissed just before Ron slipped down the rope, Hermione right after him. He caught her as she fell, ungraceful. It was almost sickening, but no different then him and Ginny, so he really couldn’t complain. He held his wand aloft.

“Where is everyone?” Harry announced his worried, but they were quickly dismissed by Hermione, who untangled herself from Ron.

“Just be glad that no ones here,” Hermione said, shining her wand around the perimeter of the room. There indeed was no one there, “So we can get in and get out, and get on with life.”

That struck a nerve in Harry. “Get on with life?” He questioned, turning his head slightly, already moving to the computer on the left, “What’s that suppose to mean? Ron check those files.”

Ron looked back and forth from Harry to Hermione, eyes wide with terror. She had that look on her face, you know the look, but then again so did Harry. He shrugged his shoulders, hoping that was a good enough answer, and moved to the file cabinet.

“Harry…” Hermione sighed, her arms hanging by her side. She moved over to him as he started the computer up, leaning over it like an angry man, “Americans are loons- I hate to say that, but they supported him, wouldn’t you think that they’d hope to see him, even if it was a hoax? Harry…Harry…you don’t think, you can’t possible think that Voldemort (Ron made an involuntary twitch, causing his knee to thwack the file cabinet, followed by swear words under his breath) is still alive.”

Harry didn’t reply. He stared possessedly into the computer screen as it booted up.

“Harry,” She pleaded, getting closer, “We watched him die- you watched him die.”

He still didn’t reply. He punched in quickly the first code, which he remembered from pervious attempts. He didn’t even both looking up.

“Harry…” Ron said, dryly, as he dropped the files he was holding. Typical Ron any more, to pick Hermione’s side, just because they were married, didn’t mean-

The first code was accepted. Now the next one.

“You watched him die, Harry,” Hermione reiterated, and this time, when he didn’t look up, she grabbed him by the shoulder, “Harry! You killed him- he…” Her words shook, “He just can’t be, Harry…this is silly.”

He ignored this, concentrating on punching codes in, just one more. If he could get this last one, then he was in, if not, he’d move on to the next computer.

“Harry…” Ron’s voice gained a squeaky element. Harry finally looked up, his thin pale face illuminated by the computer’s light.

“What is it?” Harry went wide-eyed, it felt like a bullet tore through his innards, a bullet made out of many knifes. Fear rose up inside him, a fear that he thought he’d never feel again.

Voldemort looked blankly down at them from his incredible height, a head taller then anyone in the room, eyes red as a blooded pit, black slips for pupils, like a snake. His very snake like face framed by hair that was irradiance even in this darkness like snake scales. Voldemort. His lipless face was curved into a smile, his teeth peering through like sharp lighthouses.

Hermione let out a screech mangled by a gasp.

He wasn’t alone, no, two skull masked men stood beside him, one of them holding a wheelie computer chair that had a bald man in a trench coat and very upset looking eyebrows was tied to, bounded and gagged. Voldemort rolled his head back and forth.

“Y-you-“ Harry managed to get out, between the fear and the want to vomit.

Voldemort’s face sprang to life, as though he had just noticed them in the room, “Ah,” His sighed. That single sound shaking in the air, as though the very air was afraid of him. His eyes, those awful eyes in those deep eye sockets fell on Harry, locking, “Harry Potter…The boy that lived, Mmmm.”

That simple sound grew from the man, the creature, called Voldemort. It rose into the frighten air as a laughter. Cold and snake like, if snakes could laugh, void of any loving emotion.