Obviously I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise I wouldn't have said the same thing in the previous chapters

Beta'd by SlythrInHermione

CHAPTER 3

Later in the evening after the match, the Weasley twins chanted and danced around in the tent with their winnings. Compliments of the outcome and bets they had made with Bill and Charlie.

The celebration and Ginny's threats of blackmail material for quiet were cut short though, as the group overheard screaming before an explosion rocked the campsite.

Everyone looked around at one another in silence before Mr. Weasley came storming in, panic evident on his face and in his voice, while he hurried everyone outside.

The scene that awaited them was horrific. Everywhere in the vicinity, tents were burning and even as they stepped out, a fire ball sped at their own, engulfing it while bystanders fell to the ground from the impact.

"Harry, Ron and Hermione, head to the woods and hide. Fred, George you two follow them, Ginny is your responsibility! Do I make myself clear?" Receiving nods he continued, "Bill, Charlie and Percy, you three come with me." Ordered Mr. Weasley while everyone complied immediately.

As the father of seven disappeared with his three eldest to aid some of the ministry workers attending to the devastation, Harry couldn't help but feel completely useless. Here he was entering his fourth year, yet he really didn't have much skill to show for it.

Running into the woods like cowards, Harry slowed as he caught sight of five men in black hooded cloaks heading into the woods, struggling to carry something.

While they disappeared through the trees to the far right, Harry noticed that whatever they may have been holding was likely alive, judging from the thrashing.

Harry only looked back at his friends as he found Hermione pulling him to match her pace, now gripping both his and Ron's hands tightly. Attempting to manoeuvre them through the foliage, the Muggleborn witch had obviously taken the self appointed role of leading, oblivious to any external factors.

Immediately upon moving further into the brush, everyone nearby was rocked by a second explosion. Harry stumbled, only to find a silver light coming straight at him through the growth.

He released Hermione's hand at the last second, jumping out of the way as the spell missed him by inches, destroying a nearby tree to timber shards.

Picking himself off the ground, Harry discovered that Hermione and the Weasleys had disappeared in panic while he was now amongst another group of fleeing magicals.

Before he knew it however, the crowd dispersed Apparating away to safety.

Deciding to continue his search for the group of friends, he was shaken by a nearby piercing scream. Without realizing it, Harry had taken his wand out and was running as another scream tore into the night from the direction ahead of him, further still into the woods.

Remembering what he had seen moments earlier, Harry raced ahead hoping he wouldn't be too late to stop an attack. Drawing closer the screams became more frantic while he overheard a female voice pleading and sobbing.

Entering the clearing, Harry came upon the source of the screams. The sight that awaited him was sickening and caused his rage to erupt. Five figures stood surrounding two girls, the larger who was holding the other protectively, while she begged for their release.

Spurning the young wizard into action, was two of the men advancing on the girls while simultaneously undressing their lower garments.

Raising his wand, Harry barely registered the Delacour sisters or Fleur's exposed appearance when power rushed through his body.

Focusing on the man closest to Fleur, he shouted "Stupefy" as the red light, brighter and larger than ever before, connected with the attacker's back. The impact sending the scumbag flying before he collided against a tree with a loud thud, falling limp to the ground.

The remaining four turned to the challenger with their wands raised but before they could react, Harry had spotted the second attacker whose pants were unbuttoned.

Thinking of the most painful punishment for the man, Harry simply thought 'Burn' when blue-white flames erupted from the man's pants, quickly consuming his whole body.

Caught up in the moment, the fire terrified Harry as he hadn't used any spell or even his wand to cast it. The second thing that scared him was that the fire, while clearly burning the man, had left his clothes and flesh untouched.

The shock diverted Harry enough that he forgot about the other assailants while the man fell down, his eyes scorched black as smoke poured from his mouth.

It was the distraction that the three needed, as the first to react fired a dull curse at Harry which he failed to dodge.

Stumbling only to feel a sharp pain shoot through his stomach, Harry peered down in alarm when he saw a long metal spike sticking out of his torso, piercing him right through to the back.

Harry, ignoring the pain, glared in hatred at the culprit. Sensing a strong heat coming from him, he lifted his left hand to observe emerald flames dancing across it.

Acting on instinct, Harry threw the flames at the masked man who attempted to cast a shield which only shattered at the force of the fire. As the flames made contact, the man made one screech of pain before he instantly turned to ash.

The remaining two took a few steps back upon Harry raising his hand towards them but not before the largest of the pair raised his wand shouting "Accio Spike".

Harry fell to his knees at the agonising pain of his stomach being torn apart while the spike was pulled from him forcefully.

As he looked ahead, Harry caught the man's roar of "Crucio" before witnessing a large red flash tinged with black light.

It was wide enough to encompass his body and due to the injury, Harry was unable to dodge or speak an incantation. In a last ditch effort Harry thought 'Protego' as a shield materialised around him, only to watch in panic as it did nothing to impede the curse.

Upon impact, Harry felt the magical intent to harm actually moving about inside of him. Locating every inch of skin, bone, organ, vein, and blood vessel in his body. Harry soon felt pain beyond any imaginable, unable to stop the scream of raw agony that escaped his mouth. His body burned intensely while thousands of imaginable knives stabbed him repeatedly.

Although it felt like hours of agony, it was only seconds. Making matters worse for the young wizard, the blood from his stomach wound continued running freely as he thrashed on the ground.

For the first time in his life, Harry found himself actually giving up. All he wanted was for the torturous pain to end, internally begging to be killed by the man so that it would cease.

His voice had dried out some time ago and he could hardly draw breath now. Harry felt blood between his fingers and noticed that his clothes were in tatters as blood escaped from every orifice. Harry in a brief moment of lucidness, reasoned that he was only inflicting further injuries to himself as he continuously ripped at his own flesh in an attempt to reach the source.

Completely incapacitated, Harry caught sight of his attacker whose body was shaking in laughter while Fleur tried desperately to make her way to him, only to have the remaining adversary hold her down. Using his weight on top of her, the pervert attempted to remove her pants while it appeared that she was more focused on helping him.

This fact alone made Harry sick as she was moments away from being violated yet instead of defending herself was still struggling to reach him. This only served to make him more feel weak and useless then before.

Harry knowing he wouldn't last much longer, as black blood now seeped from his wounds as his organs shut down, thought desperately of a way to incapacitate the two men. As his body continued to thrash he wanted nothing more than to help Fleur and Gabrielle escape unscathed.

Feeling his hand connect with a nearby tree trunk, Harry tried the unthinkable, knowing wooden wands were used to magnify but to also guide your magic.

Following this thought process, Harry used all his remaining will power to stop thrashing long enough so that he could lay his hand upon the large tree. As he did so, he willed all of his magic into the tree. Commanding it to crush the man that was torturing him so he could focus on assisting the young witches.

The tree shook with the amount of magic coursing through it when suddenly, the thick long branches swung catching the oblivious man and interrupting his joy. He too slumped to the ground unconscious after connecting head first to a nearby boulder.

Harry slowly tried to sit up, only for the last man to give up on claiming his prize and instead focus on him.

The man pointed his quivering arm uttering the words "Avada Kedavra" which reverberated in the area. The green light soared from the man's wand just seconds before a red light, coming from within the trees, connected to the man's side.

Time slowed to a halt for Harry as he glimpsed Mr. Delacour emerging into the clearing, looking horrified. Gabrielle immediately scurried for her father but Fleur's agonizing scream of his name broke Harry's concentration as the green light approached him.

Harry's final thought was that despite finding the most gorgeous creation on earth, this would be the last time he gazed upon her. Only this one person came to his mind as the light collided with his chest. His Fleur.

A warm sensation flowed through him before colliding with the green curse as it touched his body. The aura created by the two spectrums, the same blue as Fleur's eyes, enveloped his body as he drew his last breath before it disappeared within him.

While Harry lost all thought and drifted off to his next adventure, his gaze fell to rest on the two teary orbs across the clearing.