-1Small World

By: karushna5

Summary: Poor Harry, his day had started out so pleasant, too bad it didn't last. With everyone out to kill him and spells going wrong he's having trouble looking up. In more way than one. If these troubles don't end soon he'll suffer terribly.

On with the Fic.

Chapter 1

I dodged left to avoid a blast of fire from the ghoul we were fighting. It was a narrow miss apparently I could feel the flames lick at my leg just above my boots. Michael turned to make sure I was in one piece before swinging Amoracchius. The ghoul pulled back to keep from being hit by the mighty sword. But Michael moved forward trying to drive her back to the holding circle I had made earlier. The ghoul was more of a loud annoyance, strong yes, but annoying.

Having enough she screeched at the top of her lungs. Her screech was horrible. Imagine scrapping fingernails across a blackboard, and mix in someone playing an out of tune violin badly, while rubbing two pieces of glass together, and you have a close idea of what it sounds like.

I covered my ears and closed my eyes against the sound trying hard to concentrate on the right spell. Fortunately before Michael and I arrived to vanquish the spirit we had stuffed our ears with cotton. It didn't do much to keep out all the sound, but enough to keep our eardrums from popping. Charity wouldn't be happy if I let Michael go back to her deaf. She can be scarier than anything else I've faced when it comes to her loved ones.

Soon the screeching stopped that doesn't normally last long with ghouls, but usually it's done in order to give themselves a chance to attack. And attack she did fireballs and chunks of dirt rained down on us from all directions. Michael immediately jumped back into the fight, following the plan we had formed. It took time and concentration to do what I was trying to do. Michael would keep the ghoul busy and away from me while I tried to send it back to Nevernever.

My day hadn't started out like this; the morning had actually started out so good. I had a past client who paid with a large check. I had enough money to pay the rent on my apartment and office, groceries to pick up (I was out of food) and a satisfied customer singing my praise and paying me. I don't mean to sound as if money is my only love; it's just that it's a necessity in my life. Other bums might like living on the street, but not me. I should have noticed something was going to happen right then; Murphy's Law and all. It had all started when Susan called and asked if I could help out a relative or hers, her aunt I think. She had sounded so upset over the phone; it took everything in me not to go running to her. Being the gentleman I am I accepted on the spot with no questions asked. (Biggest mistake anyone can make in my opinion.) Little did I know sweet old auntie was already dead. Later I came to find out that something had been stirring up spirits and made sweet auntie not so sweet anymore. This is about where you came in I think.

Michael was almost ready, time was about up. The ghoul was right in the middle of the circle. I felt the trap snap shut on her as the circle sucked her in and held her in place. She was stuck. Quickly I gathered everything I had blasting rod in hand I stood and focused all my energy and emotion. Excitement, happiness, unhappiness, anger, fear, any and every little shred of emotion I could find, I had dug deep into bottles of emotion I kept hidden inside and forced them out into the open. Sending out a second terrible scream I could do nothing to protect my ears, and in some part in the back of mind spoke that this one was different somehow. I ignored it and continued. The blast was big and powerful enough to knock me off my feet and auntie back from where she came. I flew back a couple of feet and landed on my back with an oomph.

Air escaped my lungs and for a moment refused to go back in. Michael appeared in my line of sight not long after. Something was wrong though, I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know something is off about this whole thing. My head is feeling kind of fuzzy now, and my stomach was threatening to expel everything I had eaten today. Something wasn't right, in fact something was very, very wrong. Maybe the ghoul had hit me after all.

My vision clouded and Michael's face blurred and the world spun in circles behind him. From what I can see he's shaken, his eyes are wide in almost a panicked sort of way. That's weird. I wouldn't say it's very hard to scare good ol' Michael, but it certainly isn't easy, mostly it's when his family and friends are in trouble. But there wasn't any trouble, not now anyway. The ghoul had thrown up a lot of smoke and fire, but that was nothing to worry about. That's why I tripped, but small things like this shouldn't worry him. I tried to talk to him tell him it was alright, that I was fine. Though weather I do or not I'm not sure. My vision begins to fade and shadows creep in from the corners of my eyes.

'I must be hurt more than I thought.'

"Hold on Harry. Please, hold on." Were the last things I heard in Michael's soft voice.

It was slightly comforting in it own weird sort of way. I always thought if I was going to die I would be alone, it was kind of nice to know Michael was nearby. Pain started to blossom in some distant part of my body, but it soon faded into a cold shadow.

A/N: Well what do you think? This is my first for this series and I haven't gone all the way through the books yet, but I kinda get the idea. I tried to keep everyone in character, but sometimes it doesn't work that way. So Sorry for any out of characters.

P.S. My beta has vanished so any mistakes, spelling, grammar, ect… just tell me and I'll fix it. Remember only creative criticism allowed.