Hey Guys! Hope you had a great Thanksgiving! Anyway here's a new story! R&R and tell me if you want me to continue. Without your opinions I cannot post more plus this Fic is going to be a good one.
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"We have to get there quickly, Sirius is in trouble!" Harry yelled as he and his friends ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
"We know Harry, we're going as fast as we can!" Hermione yelled back. As they reached the edge of the forest the six of them came to a halt and peered into the gloom.
"There!" Harry shouted as a thestral came trotting towards them.
"I don't see anything Harry." Ron whined
"Just trust me."
"We do Harry." Hermione stated as Harry led them each to a thestral and helped them onto the backs of the thestrals. Soon they were on their way to the Ministry of Magic.
"Here it is, the entrance to the Ministry." Harry stated as he led them into the red telephone box which was the visitor's entrance. As soon as they entered the phone box and enter in the code, a calm female voice asked "Please state the purpose of your visit and your name."
"Harry Potter, here to save someone!" Harry answered
"Thank you." The voice replied as a small silver badge with "Harry Potter rescue mission" on the front slipped from the space where coins normally came out.
Then the floor descended and deposited them into the atrium. "Let's go!" Harry yelled as he led the others to the lifts and into the Department of Mysteries. Quicker than blinking they were under attack from Deatheaters from all sides. Curses flew every which way.
The first one to be hit was Ron struck dead with a flash of violent green light, then Ginny was killed her head cut clean off, then Luna with another flash of green light, then Nevil cut clean into two pieces legs going one way, torso going the other way.
Harry fought with all his might, soul, and mind to protect Hermione and himself. He no longer cared what spells he cast. He sent curses deadly and safe towards the Deatheaters. The fight steadily became more and more desperate as Harry and Hermione dodged and casted spells and curses.
For a moment it seemed as if the two would survive when the Order came and joined the fight. Deatheaters fell left and right either dead or unconscious. Then more Deatheaters came and surrounded them, numbering over fifty, outnumbering them two to one.
Then it was order members falling left and right. Then the worst thing happened. Hermione was hit in the stomach by a violet light. She fell to the ground in a heap, with a hole about half a foot in diameter in her stomach.
"NO!" Harry screamed his eyes going wide, tears pouring down his face. He rushed over to her still form and held her to his chest.
"H-Harry i-its n-not y-your-r f-faul-"she said before the light that usually shown in her eyes went out. It was then that Harry lost all control. He screamed high a shrill. He screamed even through his throat was torn and bleeding. He saw red as he let loose all of the stored up magic he had into a shockwave of pure magic.
Anyone who was caught in the blast was instantly blown into bloody bits as their magical core were overloaded. Those who survived the blast Harry blasted into large gory chunks with his wand. Only a few escaped the department with their lives. Harry slaughtered indiscriminately order members and Deatheaters fell by his hand.
Soon all there was left was blood, pieces of flesh, wood fragments, and tattered robes. Harry stood there cackling and wide eyed. He strode over to his friends bodies and fell to his knees into a pool of blood and cried.
Less than five minutes later he stood up and ran from the room and into the atrium where he flooed to Hogwarts.
Next Chapter will be longer, promise!