A/N: People seemed to like the last chapter so I decided to do this early. Hell, I was just bored. This really isn't my best chapter, but I needed to get this out of the way for the next few. So, I hope you enjoy this.


Attack on the Phoenix Roost

Harry knew that he was not in his bed, lying next to Hermione anymore. Well, maybe his body was, but he knew it went deeper than that. He felt the exact same way he did when in Abyssus. There was only one small change; he was alone and completely calm.

Where he was he did not know. He sat upon a cliff overlooking an ocean. The grass, short and sweet, blew in a cool oceanic breeze that wafted for miles around. He could smell the salt in the air, a smell he had never experienced, and hear some gulls trilling about. The sun was just rising, casting beautiful arrays of pink and blue through the sky. He took a deep breath and sighed. 'The only thing that could make this better would be-'

"If Hermione was here?" A voice asked. Harry was startled, but not scared. He turned to see a beautiful, smiling woman. She was encrusted with golden armour and white robes. Her face was pale, but held a beauty that was only rivaled by the one who held his heart.

"Yes." He told her truthfully. He had nothing to hide.

"Do you mind if I sit next to you Harold?"

"Sure, not my island." He said with a laugh. The woman smiled and sat next to him, bringing her arms underneath her legs to smooth out her robes. They sat in silence for some time, just watching the sunrise and the clouds blow by.

"Do you know who I am, Harold?" she finally asked. He looked at her for a moment before shrugging.

"I suspect that you are an Origin, or Hermione is going to kick my arse up and down Diagon Alley." The woman laughed, it was a simple but incredible laugh, sort of the sound that brought happiness like a phoenix song.

"Yes I am an Origin. My name is Athena." Harry's eyes shot open as he looked at her. She smiled back at him and… giggled, that's right the goddess of war giggled, at his gaping mouth. "Don't usually get that reaction a lot." She added with a small laugh.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I don't usually meet to many gods and goddesses that often." They both laughed and let another comfortable silence settle over them. Some seagulls swept down and around, scaling the cliff face without ever landing. There were miles upon miles of uncharted ocean in front of them, miles and miles of the unknown.

"Harold, do you know why I have summoned you here?" Athena asked; her voice was soft and trusting.

He nodded. "Or at least I think I do. You brought me here for guidance?"

"Something like that." She responded with a smirk. "I brought you here for two gifts. The first is something that has not been used in a long, long time. It comes from one man that I… well felt compelled to help. He was not like you; he was before the time of wizards, during the Golden Age of man. He was a warrior, one who angered my uncle, Poseidon. His strength was one of body and mind. The gift I present to you, was only used by him… until now. Harold Potter, I present you with the bow of Odysseus." She pulled a large bow from her opposite side.

The bow was white, like bone, with a green wrapping around its center. It was unstrung, to which he pointed out.

She smiled, more of a wicked grin, and told him, "That is a test, one that I would like to see. Only Odysseus was able to string this bow, and on his deathbed he gave it to me. I have seen that it is necessary for you to wield this weapon, the weapon of a warrior. So, now I ask you Harold, are you worthy to use the bow of Odysseus?" She raised an eyebrow as a challenge.

He looked off over the ocean for a few moments. He sighed and got to his feet. "I'll give it a shot." She smiled and handed the bow over.

It was heavy, too heavy to hold up, so he rested one end upon the ground. He gripped the string in one hand, standing on the lower end of the bow. He felt the tough line dig into the flesh as he stretched it upward. He felt how resilient the top of the bow was as he bent it towards the string. Though he struggled at the initial pull, he easily looped the string, thus accomplishing his task. A bright light erupted from the wood, encompassing Harry in the flash. He then felt his muscles increasing, toning themselves as to not slow him in any manner. When the light ended, he was astonished on how strong he had become. The heavy bow was now light, lighter than his wand. It was incredible. Not only had that changed, but also he knew how to use it. Better yet, he knew how to kill with it.

"Wow." He whispered to himself. Athena smiled at him.

"Good. I am glad that you are fighting for us Harold. My second and final gift to you is the quiver."

"What's a quiver… oh, wait… There we go. Thanks." She smiled, the poor boys brain was racing to catch up. "But, there's something special about it isn't there?"

"You catch on fast Harold." She told him with a half smile. "There is something special about this quiver and the arrows it holds. The quiver itself refills when you need it too. Though at times it will make you rely on other resources, teaching you to become a powerful warrior. The arrows however…" She sighed. "There are five types of arrows that will come to you. Each time the quiver remains empty, even when you call upon it, the type changes. For example: if you are using normal arrows, and they run out for no reason, it will be some time before your quiver is full again. But, they may be any other type of arrow.

"It may be easier if I tell you the types. You will have normal arrows, arrows made of pure silver yet they fly through the air like a bullet, arrows that will light on fire, arrows that have rope attached to the end for grappling, and," she sighed, "arrows dipped in basilisk venom." Harry grimaced and Athena nodded, sadly. "I know, I am a horrible person… well goddess." She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, and saw Harry smiling sadly at her.

"No, no you are not. You did what you had to do Athena, and I thank you. I have no idea how I can use a bow, but I hope that I could learn."

She smiled at him. "Oh, that is a freebee. The bow is enchanted so that you learn… well, instantly!" She smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head.

"HARRY!" A scream tore through the peaceful world. Harry looked around frantically.

"Hermione?!" He looked at Athena who grimaced.

"Something is happening in your world. You have to go. Protect your soul mate with all costs." Harry didn't even fight it. He nodded a thank you and threw himself awake.


Hermione sighed as she looked at Harry. He looked so peaceful, a goof grin plastered on his face, that it made her smile. How lucky she was, even if she couldn't sleep. She tried for an hour to get comfortable. First she laid on her back, then her stomach. Then her side facing away from Harry. After that she faced him. Eventually she took to wrapping him in her arms, as his arm subconsciously wrapped around her shoulder. She smiled, but still sleep did not grace her. She sighed and walked out onto the deck.

She slid the door shut, softly, and leaned against the railing. The smell of this forest air was perfect. It was clean and fresh, the Phoenix Roost, as Harry named it, was definitely her favorite home on Earth.

Her thoughts meandered back to the day. She'd gotten there and been completely surprised to see Harry in his new… body. Oh he was magnificent! Delicious even. Then Harry called her "the most beautiful girl on the planet." But some girl had blasted him through the air. Hermione actually laughed softly at the thought. 'Only Harry. Gives me a compliment to that magnitude and gets himself shot.' But, that's when it hit her. She was seventeen. That pain had been awful, but at least Harry had been there with her. She shook her head with a wide grin. Her Harry. Yep, it was her Harry now. Her thoughts were interrupted by a large growl. She quickly drew her wand and looked about.

She narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the thick night. Then heard the growl again. She smacked herself in the head, 'Idiot!' she thought as her stomach growled yet another time. She hadn't had anything to eat since arriving. She opened the door and smiled at the goofy grin still plastered on Harry's face. She shook her head and continued down the stairs.

Snores filled the air of the house. Some soft, some strong. Hermione stifled a giggled as she reached the kitchen. In the refrigerator (she was amazed that there were electronics in the house and even electricity) she found the ingredients necessary to make a nice sandwich. That being said, she moved out into the small patio area. It was nice and quaint.

She sat at a table, the small and bulbous party lights above barley adding any illumination to the scene, allowing her to eat her sandwich in peace. She listened to the small frogs and crickets chirping up the night, but they suddenly stopped. Actually, everything stopped. It seemed as if time had just taken a leave of absence.

She picked up something tip toeing behind her. She spun around to see a face, gaunt and pale, with two fangs protruding further than the others.

She could only think to do one-thing "HARRY!"


Ruspaten walked carefully through the woods, smelling the air. He knew this stench all too well. Asterion had masked his scent, the Minotaur's brother however didn't.

There was a crack to his left, the snapping of a tree. Ruspaten looked, but was smacked in the chest with a large club. He grimaced at the feeling as he flew through the air. He landed about twenty feet or so from his previous position. Though only twenty feet, it had still put him out into a field.

Ruspaten flared his wings, which glistened in the moonlight… a full moon's light. He snarled and scanned the tree line.

"Where are you at, coward?" He dug his talons into the ground, waiting to lunge at the first sign of movement.

"What's the matter Ruspaten? No creative taunts?" A mocking voice echoed through the valley. On either side of the open grassland were woods, it was essentially a lake of grass, and the woods were the land.

"Why don't you come out and fight instead of buying yourself worthless time you one eyed freak." Ruspaten replied calmly, his deep Russian voice adding to his power. A snarl was heard and Ruspaten smirked. "Hit a nerve, did I?"

"You call me a freak? You're a half breed!"

"At least I accept that I am. You on the other hand…" he let the silence finish his sentence for him. "You may be the son of a god Polyphemus, but you sold your soul long ago for power. And just what did your betrayal against your father do? Kubo turned you into a hideous beast!" A roar of anger flew high into the sky, as a boulder sailed through the air. Ruspaten barley had time to dodge it.

"You foul griffin! My brother and I are held in high regards in our Master's eyes!"

"Did you know that Asterion died today? The Grey Warrior saw to that."

"You lie!" was the quick response.

"Griffin's do not lie. Even you should know that, you simple minded heathen."

That broke all stealth attack. From a section of forest to Ruspaten's left, came the large, twenty foot tall Cyclops. His lower legs were that of a satyr, while on his head protruded a large horn. His one eye looked around constantly, until it landed on Ruspaten. The overly large mutt snarled. He charged without a second glance, his club lifted high into the air.

As the chunk of wood was clumsily swung at him, Ruspaten leapt into the air, barring his claws right into Polyphemus's shoulder. The Cyclops screamed and began to flail his body in an attempt to throw the Griffin off of him. Finally, the horn above the Cyclops's eye was driven into Ruspaten's shoulder. The Griffin shrieked in pain and was thrown through the air, impacting a nearby tree.

He struggled to his feet as the Cyclops walked over to him. Polyphemus rubbed his injured shoulder, scowling at the Griffin.

"You will pay Ruspaten." The Griffin laughed.

"I killed you once Polyphemus, and before that you were blinded by a man. What makes you think you have the advantage this time?"

They heard a scream tear through the air. "HARRY!"

Ruspaten looked up in horror towards the house, miles away. The Cyclops smiled.

"Because I have an army."

Ruspaten growled and attempted to move, just to be smacked across his beak by the club. He looked up through his silvery blood to see Polyphemus reach for his throat. Ruspaten through his wings out, calling forth the ice within his blood. The now razor sharp wing tip sliced off Polyphemus's left arm just below the elbow. The Cyclops screamed in anguish, but before Ruspaten could move he raised his club again.

"This is where it ends, Griffin!" But as Ruspaten closed his eyes, the club never came. Instead squeals, like that of a pig, arose and large thumps sounded upon the earth. Ruspaten looked up to see two kicking hooves flailing out of the side of a large mouth. With a shake of the head, there was a snap, and the kicking stopped. The Cyclops's back had been snapped, and Occasus downed the meal. Ruspaten looked up at his old friend, who had grown into a forty-foot tall version of himself. He closed his eyes and shrunk to about nine feet tall and grinned at the Griffin.

"His stench was awful, his taste… not so bad." Ruspaten laughed as a layer of ice sealed the wound on his head.

"Our friends are in trouble." Occasus nodded and the two took off back towards the Phoenix Roost.


"HARRY!"

Harry bolted out of the bed, a large bow in his hand and a quiver of arrows on his back. He ran through his door to the opposing one, Amelia's room. She shot out of bed.

"What'sgoingon?" She asked, the sleep still in her eyes. He didn't slow down as he ran towards her balcony, fitting an arrow.

"Wake Tonks, we're under attack!" He shouted over his shoulder while opening the deck door. He looked down at the arrow, silver. The first arrows he was going to use were silver ones. ' Let's hope they work like Athena said' he thought.

He reached the railing and saw a man standing over Hermione, who was on the ground crawling backwards.

"Shit! Oi, you!" he shouted. The man looked back up and Harry saw he was a vampire. He leapt into the air and fire the arrow. It sailed perfectly into the creature's heart. With a shriek of pain, it collapsed dead. "Hermione!" He asked rushing over to her. "Are you okay, any bites?" he looked around and she shook her head.

"No, no I'm fine. Thank you. Harry… where did you get that?" She hugged him around his neck before motioning to the bow. He smiled.

"A present from Athena." The gears in her head started to turn and Harry couldn't help but laugh. He hugged her tighter as her face scrunched in confusion. She gasped and returned the hug squealing in delight.

"That's the bow of Odysseus, isn't it!?" She asked bouncing up and down. He nodded as Tonks and Amelia came running out of the house, in pajamas and wands drawn.

"Where are they!?" Tonks asked waving her arm. She sported a pair of pink pajama pants and a Weird Sisters tee shirt, which clung very closely to her body. Amelia wore a simple pair of shorts that showed off her very nice legs and a large plain shirt.

"There was only one." Harry replied, looking into Hermione's eyes. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, which he had no idea how he had gotten on, and a tee shirt. Hermione looked very much the same, both of them wearing a pair of boots. He noticed for the first time their attire. "What in the hell?" But a howl cut them off. Harry and Hermione froze and looked at them moon. Both of them groaned.

"Remus! No!" Harry spun around as the girls shrieked; a werewolf was in mid leap when Harry stopped it in mid air. He dove into its mind and saw an empty void. In that void lay a man, being surrounded by a large wolf. He spoke to it.

"Leave." The wolf looked at him and bowed its head in respect, trotting off. Harry quickly pulled himself out and saw the form of Remus Lupin shivering on the ground. He looked up at Harry with wide eyes.

"You-… Y-You kicked the beast out…" He stated in awe. Harry was about to respond when Sirius came rushing out of the forest with Hedwig on his shoulder.

"Remus? Harry? What the bloody hell is going on?" He asked, enveloping his godson in a hug. "Erm," he started when he saw Harry and Hermione's locked hands. "Is there something I should know about pup? Like how the hell you look like that, or who this fine, young lady is."

Harry laughed. "This is Hermione Sirius, or did you forget who else saved you?" Sirius gawked at the two.

"How did you- But you weren't- If he said…" He stopped as he saw two wands raised at him. "Is that my little Nymphadora?" Tonks scowled.

"Black." She spat out. Harry smacked himself in the head. They didn't know that Sirius was innocent.

"Guys, Sirius is innocent. Peter Pettigrew betrayed my parents and faked his own death to blame Sirius." The two witches looked like they did not believe him at all, but with confirmation of Hermione and a 'He's Right' form the man on the ground they decided that it wasn't worth the fight.

"Okay, so let's get Moony here back-" Harry didn't finish as he heard a scream from above. They all looked up ward, Harry already firing arrows into the sky. Hermione was right there with him, shooting of Redcuto's in between the arrows.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked as the rest of them joined in the fight.

"Vampires! Old one's too, look! They don't even represent human anymore, just creature!" Hermione was shouting. They saw a blue light erupt from over the tree's, sending a blinding flash when it passed over the moon.

"There he is! Thank god!" Tonks shouted as he dismemberment curse blew a wing right from the creature's back.

"Who?" Remus asked.

"Ruspaten!"

"Who?" Both Sirius and Remus asked, again.

"He's--" Tonks was cut off as something flew out of the forest at them. 'Oh, bugger! Ask later!" She ran at the new creatures. She raised her wand to fight, but instead saw a man. A tall, gorgeous man, decorated in golden armour. He held a sword and shield, with power radiating off of him. "Wow."

"Nymphadora, get back." She heard from behind her. She saw Occasus standing there. His eyes were closed and she gasped as he changed into a man as well. He stood about six foot two, decorated in black and red armour. Darkness emulated from a helmet now atop of his head. His sword was large, catching on fire as his shield held an evil feel to it.

"Occasus? What is-"

"Get back now!" He yelled at her. She didn't ask again, instead she ran up to the group.

"Well, well Occasus. Taking a liking to the humans I see?" The man, radiating in a golden glow, asked him.

"I enjoy the company of humans, good and evil, unlike you Gabriel." He spat.

"I now see why you were invented: to be blindly serving to those who are not worthy of life." Occasus snarled.

"Unlike you, Angel, I know that a balance is needed. There is not one almighty power." Gabriel smirked.

"We shall see Demon." With that they both raised their weapons and charged each other.


Harry did not have a good feeling about this. There were too many vampires and too few of them. Dobby had just joined the fight, flinging knives and blasts of magic to protect his Master and Master's friends. It still wasn't enough.

"How you holding up 'Mione?" Harry asked her.

"Umm… Do you want an answer?" Harry laughed.

"Same here. We need to-" He was stopped short however as he reached for another arrow and his fingers grasped empty air. He groaned.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked him. "Why did you stop shooting?"

"Athena told me that I would be denied arrows at points for me to train myself to become the "Ultimate Warrior."" A stroke of inspiration hit him. "He racked his brain for information of passed warriors and found what he was looking for. He raised his left arm, and grabbed Hermione with his right. He pulled them down to the ground and shot a blue beam into the air.

"What was that?" she asked, slightly out of breath. In seconds, pops appeared from all over, as they heard gurgling and grunts.

"Tituik! Frethul Shurten Omniepp!" A war cry was heard as hundreds of Goblin warriors stormed into the battle field. Hermione looked surprised and found Harry smirking at her. She laughed, grabbed both sides of his head, and kissed him fully on the mouth.

"You're too much Potter." He laughed, and realized that Ragnok was waiting patiently, fighting off a rather nasty looking creature of the night.

"Hiya!" He yelled, slicing clean through the creatures neck. As the head hit the ground, the Goblin stomped it into hundreds of pieces and banished the goo from his shoe. "Ah, Master Potter! Lovely day for a fight is it not?" Harry laughed.

"You're a life saver Ragnok!" He yelled over the screams and war cries of man, vampire, and goblin. A howl tore through the air as they all looked towards the woods. Fifty or so lycans stood waiting. The largest one, muscle and teeth to the brim, threw his head back and howled. They rushed.

The goblins turned their attention to the werewolves and charged. The vampires took this to their advantage and swarmed down. One went towards Hermione. Harry snapped.

"Facticius Sol solis!" he roared. A bright ball was emitted from his hand and shot straight into the air. It rose high and higher before settling and growing. The vampires started to scream as they melted and writhed in pain. None of them escaped. Harry had created his own spell, an artificial sun.

The spell died off, leaving the Phoenix Roost covered in vampire corpses. The darkness settled again as the Goblins and werewolves continued to fight. Harry ran over to Hermione.

"Are you okay?" He asked, kneeling down besides her.

She nodded and smiled. "That was amazing Harry. Thank you… again. I am pretty bad at this fighting thing, aren't I?" She grinned sheepishly.

Harry laughed, "No. Just takes some time." He helped her up and looked at Occasus in his human form fighting another. "Gabriel…" Harry said. He rushed towards the fight, but the ground opened up beneath him. "Shit!" He fell through into a large crevasse. As he fell into the dark he heard Hermione.

"Harry!" He saw her jump in after him. He quickly flew up to her, but that was as high as he could go. As he caught her, he couldn't even fly anymore, and he plummeted down through the ground, into the darkness below.


"Ah, Mister President. I trust that everything went smoothly in the retrieval of the… object?" Albus Dumbledore asked as a small, mousy man walked through his door.

The man wrung his hands in a very scared manner. He had no idea how he was going to tell Dumbledore of their lost communications in the desert.

"Hello Albus." He sighed at first, denying the Lemon Drop offered to him. "I'm afraid I have bad new." The twinkle in Dumbledore's eye stopped. "We lost contact with the team sent in to the village, the one you gave us."

Dumbledore sat quietly for a moment, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers together above his stomach. He sighed and tipped his glasses down on his nose. "I see. What are we going to do about this?"

"I don't know. I can't send the entire United States Military in there; it would cause too much trouble." He sighed and looked away for a second. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Albus. "The best I can do is send another team in."

Albus nodded. "That would be best. I need that Artifact old friend. Our world depends on it." 'I need it before this Grey Warrior gets it'

The president nodded and stood, holding his hand out. Albus stood as well, shaking it.

"I'll send them right away."


"So you're saying, that my godson, is a warrior from Lucifer?" Sirius asked. HE sat at a table with Ragnok as Amelia brought them some tea with Firewhiskey for Sirius, Ogden's Finest for Ragnok.

"Thank you Amelia. Yes Lord Black." Ragnok answered, sipping the beverage in front of him.

Sirius feigned wiping a tear and gained a watery voice. "Makes me proud, he does."

Amelia looked at the man and let out a giggle. She quickly threw her hands over her mouth and blushed. Sirius looked at her wryly and wiggled his eyebrows. She quickly ran to her room.

"That was odd." Ragnok said with a smirk.

"You're telling me." Sirius mumbled, leading to a laugh between the two.

Outside sat a tired Tonks, Lupin, Ruspaten, and Occasus. The Goblin Army had a perimeter set around the house, waiting for another attack. Occasus was still in his human form, not letting his guard down. Ruspaten was chewing on a werewolf corpse like a slice of jerky.

"Where do you think they are?" Tonks asked, her voice dripping with concern.

"Don't know." Remus said. He was still trying to figure out what Harry had done, though he wasn't complaining. "If I know Harry though, he'll die before anything happens to Hermione." Tonks nodded.

"You say… They fell through… a hole?" Ruspaten asked, taking breaks to chew pieces of meat.

"Yeah, went to go help Occasus, and boom! Hole just opened up and Hermione jumped in after Harry." Tonks answered. Occasus sighed.

"I could have saved them if it wasn't for GABRIEL!" He slammed his fire sword into the ground. The goblins looked back to see if they were needed, but it was shaken off by Ruspaten. The Angel had run off at the first sign of defeat, coward.

"Occasus, who do we know who hasn't seen Harry yet. Who would do something like this?" He asked with his now signature 'Griffin Smirk'. Occasus thought for a second before he laughed.

"What's so funny?" Tonks asked on behalf of her and Remus.

"We know where they are. They'll be back in about three days." Ruspaten responded vaguely before going back to eating his werewolf.


Hermione woke with a groan. She was lying on something hard and damp. Her head was pounding and her sinuses were killing her. The smell in the air was earthy and foul. It was dark, but another smell hit her. One that made her want to puke. She audibly gagged as a hand clamped down on her mouth. Before she could scream, a voice told her to calm down, which she did and the hand was removed.

"Harry, where are we?" She whispered. She felt around for his face and rested a hand on his cheek.

"You shouldn't have come."

"You're avoiding my question. Where. Are. We?" He sighed.

"We are on the outer banks of Acheron." Hermione looked at him like he was nuts.

"That isn't possible Harry."

"Yeah, well follow me then." He put a finger up in front of his mouth, telling her to be quiet. They walked about a hundred feet before he stopped. He pointed through a small hole. She looked through it and felt her jaw drop.

Beyond the wall there was a large cavern. One so large she could not see its barriers. Below was a ferry, which crossed a blood red river. An old man stood near the ferry entrance and held his hand out. In front of him was a large line of people that stretched further than the eye could see. They each gave him a coin, or they were tossed into the river. The ones who gave a coin were allowed on the ferry, the ones in the river… well it wasn't as pretty.

"Merlin's pants." Hermione muttered under her breath. She looked back at Harry who nodded. She saw his bow strapped to his shoulder, a quiver full of arrows. "Looks like you're packing again." She smirked at him.

"Yeah. It'll come in handy."

"Why's that?"

"Come with me." He grabbed her hand and she smiled. She still couldn't believe that they were together. It was like a dream come-

"Oww!" She hissed.

"What's wrong?" Harry stopped and turned to look at her, concerned.

"Nothing, I just caught my hand on a rock."

He leaned down and kissed it, causing her to smile.

"Better?"

"Much. Thank you. Harry, you're my best friend. You're the ony person in my life from now on as I am concerned. Yeah, I have my mom and dad, but you… I know this is going to sound wrong, but, if my parents were to die, yeah I would be heart broken. I would be depressed and sad, but eventually I would move on. You… I can't see me living without you." Harry stopped them and looked at her, even in the dark his eyes were glowing.

"Hermione, if I die I want you to move on! I consider you my entire life! I have nothing else but you! Listen to me I sound like we are married! Eventually I want to marry you Hermione, I do! But let's wait until this is all blown over. I love you." He told her with a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Okay. Now why did you need those arrows?" She asked, not dwelling on death anymore.

"Here." They moved a little longer until a large hole looked down into another cavern, this time it looked like a cave. A cave, with a bunch of creatures at the bottom.

The creatures had a camp, fires, tents, everything. They had one or two smaller animals squealing as they were slaughtered for food. The creatures themselves stood about five foot eight, some bigger and some smaller. All had a black, tar like skin. Hermione almost gasped when Harry threw his hand across her mouth again.

"They don't know we are here. No loud noises."

She nodded. "Orcs!" she whispered harshly back at him as soon as he removed the hand.

"Yeah they… No…"

An Orc had raised it's head and sniffed the air. "HUMAN MEAT!" He pointed at the dark gap that Harry and Hermione were in.

"How did they… Shit." Harry looked down at Hermione's cut hand, sighing as the entire Orc camp began to rush their position.


A/N: Yeah, I know. It wasn't my best chapter. So I hope you enjoyed it. It is going to get more intense.