Disclaimer
See the first chapter, nothings changed.
This story is being written for the Vigilante Harry Challenge issued by DZ2.
A/N: Wow, I never expected this kind of reception. Two days and 1803 hits at this posting. Thanks so much for the kind reviews.
A/N 2: There is a mild rape scene within this chapter. Nothing too graphic, but enough to get the point across. You have been warned.
It will be identified by a warning at the beginning.
Harry Potter and the Avenging Angel
by Dng
Chapter Three
Two days had passed since his conversation with the voice in the bathroom in which more questions came to mind. He had returned to a more normal height, but he still found himself just shy of six feet, a good seven inches taller than he was when he returned from Hogwarts. The two feathers that were on his pillow, were hidden under the floorboards under his bed, he didn't want his aunt or uncle to find them, wondering where they came from and what kind of bird had feathers like that. Another question that was unanswered at the moment was the fact that he couldn't find any source of all of the blood on his bed sheets and clothes. He remembered looking at the bloody mess and he wished that they were clean and that tingling sensation was felt in his hands once more and as he watched, the bloody mess disappeared and left the sheets and clothing in a presteen condition.
After that, Harry had decided to read the Contracts book first, to read up on marriage contracts. There was no way he was going to be forced into marrying anyone, especially Ginny Weasley, the girl just outright gave him the creeps. He was fascinated by the Occlumency book even more. The idea of building a magical barrier to protect one's mind was amazing. He had had no problem focusing on clearing his mind, all he had to do was concentrate on a void and since he had lived for close to ten years in the cupboard under the stairs, stairing into black nothingness came easily to him. As the book described to him, once he cleared his mind, he could concentrate better on the task at hand.
First off, he had to organize every thought, idea and memory somehow. Harry settled on creating several photo albums, each idea, thought or memory was portrayed in a wizarding photograph. Knowledge learned from books and lessons were recorded page by page into still photos, referenced instantly by him and him alone. The book then described how to create defenses around his memories and ideas, to make it harder for anyone to gain access if they were able to bypass one's barriers.
His first line of defense was password protection, in parseltongue, on each photo, similar to the Marauder's Map. He then built a hidden vault around his photo albums with a password protected entrance, also in parseltongue. He then proceeded to create a replica of Hogwarts within his mind and hid the vault within a secret room that he made behind a wall in the Gryffindor common room. The last thing he did was to create a huge bubble around everything and once that was done, cast the fidilous charm on the bubble, making himself the secret keeper and hid the secret within one of the photoalbums.
So, here he was two days later thinking to himself that if anyone tried to break into his mind, all they would find was a huge, dark void with no barriers. It was a vast emptiness and since you had to know the secret to find his fortress, which was hidden within the fortress, Harry was pretty sure that his occlumency barriers should be impenetrable. Little did he know that anyone trying to breach his barriers would be lost in the vast expanse of darkness and that only he could retrieve someone once lost within.
WARNING
He was taking a break for the moment and he was laying on his bed thinking about Hermione and just how much her friendship meant to him when he thought he heard her voice calling out to him.
"Harry, help me." the voice sounded like it came from everywhere.
"Harry, help me," the voice came a second time, a little more force behind it this time, causing Harry to sit up in his bed, looking around for his friend.
The third time that "Harry, help me", was heard, the voice sounded frantic and Harry could envision Hermione in his head. With an intense desire, Harry disappeared from his bedroom at Number 4 Privett Drive and appeared, silently, upon a scene that made his blood boil immediately. Hermione was on the ground, her lips and nose were bloodied and swollen, her sweater was hiked up over her breasts, her bra was torn and tattered, hanging loosely to the right side exposing her breasts to the elements and her jeans and knickers were lying in pieces on the ground a couple of feet away, like they had been forcefully ripped from her body. His now ex-best friend was kneeling over her with his pants and boxers around his ankels on the verge of penetrating his best friend.
Instantly, Harry's anger came flooding forth which caused a reaction within his magical core and started a rapid transformation. A huge pair of white wings with golden tipped feathers started growing out of his back, tearing his T-shirt from the rapidly growing appendages. His fingernails elongated into eagle like talons and his face started to take on a lion like appearance, the snout protruding slightly to allow for the massive set of fangs that were starting to protrude from the snout. His height grew back to seven feet tall, his body bulking up in proportion to the added height. Once the transformation was complete, the creature reached forward with his left hand, complete with talons, and closed it around Ron's neck. Then with a violent jerk that nearly snapped his neck, he hoisted Ron off of Hermione and tossed him at a nearby tree, ten feet away. Only after the body had struck the tree and fell to the ground motionless did Harry return his attention to Hermione.
Upon seeing her naked form, he summoned her jeans to him and transfigured them into a robe that would cover her nakedness and give her some protection. He willed his body to give off a feeling of love and safety so that she would not recoil from him as he advanced towards her while trying to wrap her up in the newly created cloak. Only once he saw that she did not perceive him as a threat, did he advance and wrap the cloak around her. Her arms wrapped themselves around his torso, her violent sobs racking her body. He placed his hands on her shoulders and tried to calm her down. His hands started to emit a pale blue light and the sobbing girl started to relax, the terror of the moment fading fast as she fell into a dreamless sleep.
After laying Hermione back onto the grass, Harry finally looked around at his surroundings. He recognized it instantly as the apple orchard that was located between the swimming hole and the far end of the Weasley family Quidditch pitch. Once he knew where he was and that no further threats were looming, did he return his attention to Ron. The anger and fury hadn't yet abated, which caused Harry to stalk menacingly towards the would be rapist. He cast a wandless enervate at him and Ron looked up at the face of his ensuing doom.
A creature that stood at least seven feet tall was advancing on him in a very menacing manner and Ron was suddenly scared, very scared. A roar of righteous fury eminated from the creatures lips as it stalked towards him. It had a wingspan that had to be at least ten feett wide on either side and the face of a lion. A gryffin Ron thought, righteous fury be damned, this noble creature was here to exact bengeance on him for attacking an innocent and Hermione was definitely an innocent. For the first time in his life, Ronald Billius Weasley feared for his life, the notion that he had been led astray by Albus Dumbledore never even entered his thought process. His jealous and greedy nature made him into the way he was, Albus only influenced his attitude with gold. As he stared into the creatures golden coloured eyes, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move, it was like he was paralyzed.
When he was finally within five feet of Ron, Harry wandlessly raised him up to stand before him. As he stared into Ron's eyes, he saw no remorse for his actions, only the fear for his life and the fact that he would never be able to spend any of his friend Harry's money anymore. When Harry was done reading his mind, he used a sticking charm to hold Ron up off of the ground. Another two sticking charms had his wrists attached to two branches that spread out from the trunk of the tree about ten feet off of the ground, his pants and boxers still around his ankels. With a swipe of his hand, four claw marks became visible on Ron's torso, starting just above the navel down to his groin, passing to either side of his rather small appendage. After that, Harry summoned the redheads remaining clothes and cast another wandless spell that caused Ron's legs to spread apart. His feet were then forced back to the other side of the tree trunk where Harry then used his pants and boxers to bind his feet together.
Once the feet were bound and secure, he walked back around to face Ron directly and proceeded to gouge GREEDY RAPIST onto his chest with his right index talon. Satisfied with his results the creature/Harry turned away and walked back over to Hermione. Unknown to him, the scars that he had just inflicted onto his now ex-best mate could never be removed or hidden, his crimes exposed for the rest of his life. Once Hermione was safe, he would return to watch the aftermath of his vengeance. And with that, he bent down and scooped Hermione up into his arms. A thought and a moment later, they disappeared without a sound, a flash of flames dissipating into the air after their departure.
End of WARNING
A fraction of a second later, the Harry creature appeared with a still unconscious Hermione in his arms at the Granger residence, in Hermione's bedroom. Glancing around to get his bearings, the creature proceeded to carry Hermione over to her bed and wishing that the covers were pulled back so that he could place her in the bed. Immediately, a warm feeling emitted from his chest and a light tingling feeling in his fingers saw the bed covers pull themselves back. He lay her down in the bed and as he was pulling the covers back up to cover her, she began to stir.
As Hermione's eyes opened and she returned to alertness, Harry could feel the fear and anger that she was eminating, but when she finally laid eyes upon him, the fear and apprehension that she felt started to ebb away. She peered at him a little more closely and after staring into those golden coloured eyes, she noticed the green flecks floating around inside them. Then tentatively she said,
"Harry, is that you?"
The fury that was fueling the beast abated instantly as it felt the concern in her voice and Harry slowly started to transform back into his human form. It started with his wings shrinking and flowing back into his shoulder blades while his finger talons and face returned to their natural state. As this was going on, his body shrank as well until he was back to his five foot eleven inch form, his eyes slowly changing from their golden colour back to their normal emerald green, with the flecks of gold dancing within their depths. The T-shirt was in tatters and the blue jeans that he was wearing were hanging loosely off of his smaller waist, the belt that held them up was broken, laying loosely in the belt loops.
Once he was back to his new normal side, he quickly sat down on the bed and looked at his best friend, concern and worry etching his face.
"Are you alright Hermione?"
Hermione was still trying to grasp what had just transpired in front of her and was snapped out of her trance like state when Harry spoke to her.
"What, did you say something?"
"I asked if you were alright. Are you?" asked Harry.
I, I, I am now, thanks to you." Hermione replied.
"Can you tell me what happened."
"It started with a note from Ron. The Weasley family owl crashed into my writing desk while I was doing my summer homework with a note attached to its leg. And when I read the note, it was from Ron, it said that you had been hurt and were at the Burrow and wanted me there. I showed the note to my parents and they agreed to let me go, so I got changed and ran outside to hail the nightbus. Ron had explained how to get to his place and that he would meet me down by the road as the Burrow is under the protection of magical wards."
WARNING - Description of a Rape ahead
Harry wrapped his arms around his friend as she started to sob silently, "Come on Hermione, you're safe now, I won't let anything else happen to you."
After a few minutes of Hermione crying into his shoulder with him rubbing her neck and shoulders in a soothing manner, she started to calm down once more.
"It was so terrible," she began. "He met me on the road where the nightbus dropped me off and we proceeded to head towards the Burrow. I remember passing by the pond when he spun me around and tried to kiss me. I pushed him off and demanded to know what he was playing at. He went on rambling about how I was his and that you weren't supposed to be alive or some tripe like that. I started running towards the Burrow, intent on coming to your aid when he tackled me to the ground from behind. I tried to crawl away, but he had my legs pinned underneath him, so I tried to turn over so that I could beat him off with my hands. I succeeded in turning over and as I lashed out to hit him, he grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head with one hand. Then he started to rip open my blouse and I tried to buck him off. That's when he struck me, hard. He hit me so hard Harry, that I thought my face was crushed. I could taste blood in my mouth and all I could see was stars. I vaguely remember him tearing my blouse apart after that and ripping my bra off, and then I can remember my jeans being pulled off and my knickers being ripped away."
Hermione then buried her head back into Harry's neck and the sobbing started once more, even more violent this time. It took a much longer time for Hermione to calm down, while Harry was rubbing her neck and shoulders. He felt a mild tingling sensation in his fingertips, but couldn't understand why. If he had looked at his hand, he would have noticed that blue hue eminating from his fingertips once more.
Once she had regained her composure again, Hermione continued, "The next thing that I can remember was Ron pulling down his pants and kneeling in front of me. He forced my legs apart and groped my breasts for a couple of minutes and then as he was about to..."
The horror of the moment to much for her to handle caused her to go silent once more.
End of WARNING
"Its OK Hermione, he won't be attacking anyone else, ever again. I know that he will never be able to cover up what he did or the vengeance I visited upon him."
"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.
"When I appeared in the clearing and saw what Ron was doing to you, something inside of me snapped and I raged. I remember pulling him off of you and throwing him into a tree. I made sure that you were alright and then I went over and stuck him to a tree. I bound him to a tree Hermione, and then I marked his manhood and gouged greedy rapist onto his chest. I left him hanging there, exposed to the world announcing his sins to everyone."
Hermione's eyes widened at this revelation and then asked, "Do you remember changing?"
