Seeing the silhouette grace the presence of his peripheral vision, Harry quickly dropped down beside the crate he had been sitting on awaiting the attack. There was no time for fear, it was a luxury for those sitting at home waiting for the ministry to knock at their door, not the troops in the trenches.
"Everyone down!"
His voice was all but lost as focus balls were hurled with abandon into the confines of the trench. They went off almost simultaneously, showering the armor and shield Harry was crouched behind with shards of metal and debris, as well as the curses contained.
One such curse blasted through the shoulder of his armor, while the magical protection definitely lowered the curses power, he could feel the blood seep down his arm, oozing thickly from the hidden wound. Curse unknown he had to leave the wound, knowing it would be useless to try to fix now. Trying would only get him killed, and the change was so close.
Harry shouted in pain, his feeling lost on the many corpses of comrades around him, those still alive were too busy leaping from the trenches to notice. Commander Ericson was one of the first ones out and Harry was quick to follow his lead.
Leaving the wound encased in the mangled piece of armor to heal Harry followed suit, and jumped from the muck and rotting bodies of the trench with the fury of a madman.
As he leapt he found a ministry official, decked out in their own shining steel armor and blue capes signifying their alliance, attempting to hold back the werewolf ranks, clearly they had underestimated the amount of soldiers, or thinking the advantage of surprise had not been compromised.
The ministry officials were being overrun and consumed by the werewolves almost instantaneously, Harry watched one being run through by a fellow werewolf that was unseen behind the auror, another he saw being beaten severely through the armor with the power of the inhuman strikes, making steel scream while red hot shards of metal flew in rage and torment.
Harry saw an auror ready to hurl another focus ball at the group and bound into action. Using momentum he ran as he landed on the packed earth driving his body and shoulder into the auror, quite successfully throwing his enemy to his back violently. Injured left arm at his side, shield forgotten in the trench he followed through with the axe in his right hand only to be blocked.
The force of the swing not only with Harry's strength, but the amazing trauma an axe can inflict, hit the shield the frightened auror had raised in haste, making it nothing more than a piece of scrap metal.
On the second blow, thrown too quickly to get a reaction from the auror, Harry swung with all the strength his abilities afforded him.
This time the axe went straight through the simple buckler shield, its futility a short thought on Harry's mind, not stopping at the shield it hit the chest of his enemy hard enough to crack the metal and turn the ribcage into pulp with blunt force trauma.
A slow death of agony in a hospital was not in this auror's future though as Harry slipped the blade of the axe under the helm and slit the auror's throat savagely, watched in horrified yet grim satisfaction as the blood spurted from severed arteries.
The blood uselessly landed on the earth, colouring it a shade of crimson like no other.
There he stood still, a very stupid thing to do on a battlefield, but shocked into incoherent thought about the brutality of his own being, yet resigning it to the fact it was either him or the auror, and in that decision it would always be Harry first. Not noticing the screams of wounded and dying quickly fading out, silenced by the efficiency of the werewolves.
The ministry official was the last to die in the battle that had ended so quickly with the aurors taking a staggering loss compared to the werewolves own wounded, far less than would have been possible without Tonks key information.
She was a spy, an inside link to the ministry that she once worked and believed in, turned away when lines and alliances had to be drawn.
She had chose the side that she believed in, even if she had to die for it.
"Get read for the change!" the voice of Commander Ericson rang through the barren field ripping Harry from his thoughts.
Shaken back to himself Harry looked up to see the moon shine brightly between the clouds that were parting slowly. The moon that held so much adoration yet fear in Harry, it allowed him to become something amazing, powerful, and superhuman, yet it brought out a side in Harry that he feared more than death, the bloodlust and shear will for destruction that had to be calmed. It only completely abated when in a frenzy of crimson rain, flesh of corpses, and tormented screams from enemies.
The change began and Harry embraced it like a friend, as it was a part of himself. He needed it for the battle yet to come, the night had just began, and the real slaughter was yet to begin.
A/N: yes another short chapter but I had to update and give you something, it has been a long time after all. I am going to improve the length of chapters though as well as much more frequent updates. In the meantime keep reading and reviewing. Let me know what you like.