Harry Potter: Return From Future

The 1994 Quidditch World Cup final proceeded as it had in Harry's previous life. Ireland, ultimately won the final even though the star of the game, Victor Krum caught the snitch.

Ron wildly cheered for Krum and as one would expect from a buffoon, he paid no heed to maintain some civility in the VIP box and neither his father had the decency to correct him.

Disorder and mayhem, after all were synonyms for the Weasley family.

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During the entire game, Harry had a small portion of his mind focused on the empty seat next to Winky, the house elf. Barty Crouch Jr. was seated on that place hidden under an invisibility cloak.

With the changes Harry had made, Voldemort had not been able to go through the memories of Bertha Jorkins. Hence, the dark lord was not aware of Barty Crouch Jr. being still alive and would not be breaking into the Crouch estate to have him freed.

And now Harry had to make sure that Crouch must find the dark lord if his name had to come out from the goblet. Even Harry would not trust someone like Peter to play the part that Crouch Jr. had played in his previous life.

It was entire possible that dark lord might had already sought someone else for the plan but Harry did not want to make assumptions.

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Using the chaos after the game got over and everyone started to leave the box, a small invisible spell left Harry's fingers and struck Crouch Jr. hidden under the cloak.

It was a simple spell only to make sure that Crouch Jr. was free of the imperious curse his father had placed upon him. And a small tracking spell on his body.

Another incident which Harry amused Harry was the twins asking for money from Ludo Bagman that they had won as the bet. Ludo Bagman stuttered some illogical arguments and ran away.

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Very soon the large group arrived back at their tent. The Weasley boys along with Harry shared one room while Ginny and Hermione went into another room.

The room had bunk beds placed in it and Harry took the same bed as in his previous life, the bed directly above Ron.

It was almost midnight and Harry was wide awake. He knew what was coming… and he was waiting for it.

The mark of start for what Harry was waiting came when a loud and shrill scream disturbed the tranquillity and peace of the entire night. It was a scream full of fear and horror. It was immediately followed by more screams and chaos had erupted at the camp site.

A smirk appeared on Harry's face as he vanished from his bed. He had used the self invented short distance teleportation.

When Harry reappeared next, he was in the middle of the campsite. In front of him, not far away, 13 people dressed in the complete attire of the death eaters were standing.

Each of them held their wand in the hand and were firing spells randomly in all directions. They were laughing and mocking as they were enjoying their exploits.

Hundreds of wizards and witches were frantically running trying to escape these death eaters. Harry could only shake his head at the cowardice. If everyone had the courage to even fire a simple disarmament charm… these people would have been, without any doubt, overpowered.

Harry took a step forward and, in an instant, arrived in front of these death eaters using another short distance teleportation.

Harry's appearance was completely altered. A long black robe was wrapping around Harry, which fluttered with the wind to give him an aura of majesty. A hood arising from the robe was covering his head till his forehead. The rest of his face was obscured by some kind of black mist. He was also wearing a pair of black gloves in his palms.

The only visible portion of hid entire body was his piercing emerald green eyes which were shining brightly in the darkness.

His presence, in an instant, attracted the attention of the death eaters as they stared towards Harry. His presence was heavy and the death eaters could feel the pressure on their bodies.

A feeling of fear and fright appeared in their subconsciousness as they struggled to stop themselves from stepping back.

"Who are you?" One of the death eaters questioned in coarse voice trying to keep a brave front.

Harry ignored the question as he took a step forward and all the death eaters stepped backwards.

"Could not stop yourselves?" Harry asked in a deep voice. "Even after your master… Voldemort is gone?"

The name brough a tingle of fear in their spine while Harry continued, "It seems you all have come to enjoy this scene…"

Harry spread his arms as he continued, "This scene of chaos… helplessness of people… their scream… shriek… their pain… suffering…"

"What do you know?" One of the death eaters argued back. "Our Lord will return back…"

Harry smirked, "Maybe… but you all won't see him."

With these words, a spell left Harry's wand. The death eater who had argued back did not have a chance to react as the spell struck his head.

With a popping sound, the head of the death eater was blasted open. Blood… small pieces of the muscles and brain… the eyes… everything splattered and landed on the other death eaters.

Everyone was horrified at the brutality and even the nearby spectators who had stopped to watch stammered back few steps in shock.

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