Harry Potter
And the
Silver Bullet Faction

When we last left off, Harry had found the legendary magical relic, Multus, in a room full of... chamber pots? Nevertheless, he had found it, and once again, it seemed that Ron and Hermione had another chance.

Or so it seemed...

Chapter 9
A Friend in Need.

Nothing happened.

Harry took a deep breath and waited a few more seconds. But still, nothing was happening.

"No! Piece of garbage!" He looked closely at it, expecting to find a "Made in such-and-such a nation."

He held the ends tight, and thought about it again. Was there something special he was supposed to do, or did it just not work for people so young?

When he suddenly felt it. Like the Crucious curse, powerful and burning, but strangely, not painful. The Multus's glow diminished, until it seemed dark and lifeless. Harry looked down at his hands. Two marks where he had been holding the Multus were fading. He turned around, to face the room again.

"Is it true I can perform magic without a wand now?" He murmured. He lifted his hand, and concentrated. "Accio chamber pot!" He shouted, and the clean one he had concentrated on zoomed up into his hand. He set it down and walked up to the door.

But it was locked.

What's going on? He thought. He pulled on the doorknob even harder, but it was to no avail.

"Oh no, I can't get out!" He shouted. "I wish I could apperate! This is just great!" He muttered. Then it just came to him, as if on instinct.

"Alohomora." He said under his breath. The door opened immediately.

He stepped out into the darkened hall, and put his invisibility cloak back on. It was just then that he heard footsteps coming from down the hallway.

"He's gone! Just great! We must tell the headmaster!" Professor McGonagall rounded the corner, followed closely by professor Flitwick.

"Now, Minerva, Please! He's got to be out here somewhere!"

"But we've searched the entire castle, and Harry is gone!" She shouted, as if no one in the castle was asleep.

Harry wondered what they needed him for. He decided to follow them to find out. He could spare a minute.

Harry followed them around the corner, and hid behind the wall when they came to Dumbledore's stone gargoyle. Professor McGonagall said the password (Acid Pops, which Harry found intriguing). The gargoyle leapt aside, and Harry followed them into the passage. He waited around the corner, as they entered Dumbledore's dimly lit office, and listened.

"Sir! We couldn't find Harry!"

"Calm down, please-"

"But if we don't get him somewhere safe, the whole castle is in danger-"

"He's got to be here somewhere!"

"They're coming after him! And they can follow him. He has a tracking charm on it and we can't reverse it! The faction needs to take him to a safe house immediately!""

"Professor, wait." Dumbledore whispered. "I sense a very powerful magical presence. And it is very close. Incredibly close."

Harry had been caught. He leapt down the curving stone passageway and past the gargoyle, straight down the hall.

"Oh, man!" It dawned on him. By staying here, he was endangering everyone. But how did they get a tracking charm on him? And why did they decide to attack now, of all times?

He realized that there was only one person he could talk to right now, and that was...

"...Sirius, I need your help." He burst into the chamber.

"Harry?" He turned as Harry tore off his invisibility cloak.

"I need to know how to apparate, and fast!"

"Well, Harry, that's something that is a bit beyond your magical level at this point, you realize? Seventh years have a hard time with it, you know."

"Please, it's very important." Harry stared intently at him, his face seemingly more tired looking in the light of the fire.

"Well, Harry, the basic procedure would be to imagine a specific person or place, and imagine yourself appearing there. But it takes a lot of concentration, and quite a lot of magic..."

"Thanks." Harry interrupted, and disappeared. Sirius just stood there for a moment, looking dumbstruck.

* * *

Harry appeared at least a block from the old castle. It must have had some kind of charm around it to stop people from apperating in. But now that he was here, it was time for some action. Nothing was going to stand in his way this time. He was going to get Ron and Hermione back right away.

He began to walk toward the castle, which looked more ominous and threatening with each step he took. But he was confident. And now there was no turning back.

Finally, he stepped up to the mighty doors.

* * *

"Where do you think he could have gotten off to?" McGonagall asked.

"Well, I think I know one person who knows." Dumbledore replied. "Wait here. Alohomora!" He pointed his wand at a painting of a door, and the keyhole grew wider and wider, into a doorway. He stepped into a dimly lit room.

"Hello, Sirius." Dumbledore said.

"Good evening, headmaster. Can I help you?"

"Yes. We can't find Harry. Has he come to you tonight?"

"He just disapperated a minute ago. Quite strange, he shouldn't have been able to do it. Left me speechless when it happened."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"He just said that it was very important."

"He must have gone after..."

"...Ron and Hermione! I heard they were kidnapped!"

"Thank you, Sirius!" Dumbledore called over his shoulder as he ran out.

"Was that..." McGonagall began.

"He's on our side, it's all right. Trust me." Dumbledore replied. "Now follow me! We have work to do!"

* * *

"Sir, we have a problem!" A deep voice called behind Garef.

"What is it?" He demanded.

"It's Harry Potter, sir. He's not at Hogwarts anymore."

"So divert our minions from Hogwarts to wherever he is."

"We did sir, but there's still no point."

"Oh really." Garef crossed his arms. "And why is that?"

"Because, sir. He's here at the castle. Right now."

* * *

Dumbledore entered the room and stared at the wall intently. Before him appeared scenes of Harry at Garef's castle.

"So that's where he is!" A voice said behind Dumbledore. It was Ken.

"Mister Hunt, I need your help..." Dumbledore began, but Ken cut him off.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going after Harry. This is... a different situation. Please, I need to do this myself."

"Albus, who are you talking to?" McGonagall asked, but he raised his hand.

"Very well. I'll let you handle this one. But be careful. You know that you're still not immortal." He said.

"Thank you, sir. I'll bring them all back in one piece, I promise."

"Dominus Vobiscum*!" Dumbledore called as he left, along with a confused professors McGonagall and Flitwick.

(*R/R - What language this term in? And what do you think it means?)

* * *

"What? Harry Potter is here?" Garef shouted.

"Yes, sir! He just appeared a little ways outside of the castle and walked in!"

"He must ave learned to apperate. Send everything you've got at him immediately! I want him alive, though!"

"That's... exactly what I told them when I did, sir." The minion swallowed.

"So we got him?" Garef turned to him.

"No, sir. He's stormed the castle. He's cutting through walls of troops like butter, sir."

"What? He brought Faction members?"

"No, sir. He's all alone."

"You're kidding!"

"N-n-no, sir. I'm not."

Garef just stared back in amazement, his jaw slack.

* * *

There must have been at least fifty of them charging him, and spells firing every which way in his general direction.

"Deflectus totalus!" He shouted, just as everything seemed to surround him. Restraining spells, knock out hexes, even Crucious curses, all seeming to slide off him, as if he were made of a magic Teflon.

"Stupeferous!" He shouted again, and the whole wave of vampire soldiers was instantly knocked over, as if a giant, invisible steamroller had hit them all. Harry ran over the pile of twitching, unconscious bodies, and deeper into the walls of the castle.

Up ahead, he saw it. A pair of double doors, each twice as tall as him, glowering down.

And then, once again, he was surrounded by a new group of enemies to face.

* * *

"Minerva, I need you to contact the faction immediately. Tell them Harry has gone after Garef. But tell them not to raid the castle. "

"Why not?" Professor Flitwick interrupted them. "He's all alone and that place is full of..."

"I know, but right now I'm afraid Harry is the only person capable of helping Ron and Hermione. He is the only one able to foil Garef's plans, whatever they may be, and halt him in his tracks."

"That's crazy! He's just a young lad!" Professor Flitwick squeaked. "How can he even face that Demon?"

"Please, professor, Harry may need their help! I know he will!"

"Just give him some time." Dumbledore breathed.

* * *

"Furnunculus!"

One of them burst into boils right in front of Harry. He felt something grab at the back of his cloak, but he put his hand up to the face of another Vampire.

"Conjuncitivitous!" Harry shouted, and not one, but three of them were thrown aside, screeching in agony. Finally, they were all down. Now there was nothing standing between him and the doors that lead into the chamber beyond.


"I don't believe this kid!" Garef howled. "The kid had a harder time walking through the doors than beating this bunch of losers. Where did you train these people?"

"Uh, a lot of them went to various magical schools across..."

"Shut up, would you? Just shut up." He growled.

"With all due respect, sir I just meant that-"

BAM! A white beam shot through the minion, who collapsed.

"My, my, my." Garef turned to face Harry. "So you've finally arrived, have you? I've been expecting you."

"Put a sock in it. Where are my friends?" Harry snapped at him.

"You'd better watch your mouth, you little..."

BAM! Another white beam grazed Garef's forehead, originating from Harry's wand.

"Over there." Garef rasped furiously, pointing at the wall. Harry glanced over, and spotted Ron and Hermione in a cage, trying to yell to him. But it looked as if a muting hex had been put on the both of them. Right away though, Harry saw that Ron's finger was moving from Garef's position over to Harry's. He knew exactly what it meant.

"Stupefy!" He shouted.

"Deflectus!" Garef bellowed in reply. The spell bounced aside like it was nothing.

"Suspendro!" Harry threw his hand forth once again, but Garef shouted the exact same incantation at the same time, and the resulting effect was that they were thrown back onto the floor. Harry got up just as Garef did.

"So. I see that you are very adept at defending yourself." Garef laughed. "But it won't keep you alive for more than a minute. Like it or not, I'm far beyond your miniscule level of magical experience."

"Cram it, chump change."

"What was that?" Garef growled.

"You heard me. Shut your mouth and make a move."

"Very well." He put his hand up. "If you think you're so powerful... Expelliarmus!" He shouted, and Harry's wand flew up into Garef's hand before Harry could react.

"You can have it back if you can defeat me." Garef said nastily as he put it in his pocket.

Oh, man. Ron thought. Harry doesn't have his wand! Now what's he going to do?

But Harry just kept his cool as Ron and Hermione stared on.

He thinks himself that strong? Garef thought, bewildered.

"Here's one of my own." He laughed. "One that even you can't block. Electrus!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning appeared from Garef's fingertips. They contacted Harry's eyes, and everything went dark for him.

"RGGHH!!! What happened?" Harry realized that he was now blind.

He heard footsteps moving incredibly fast in his direction.

"Crucio!" Garef bellowed, grabbing Harry around the throat and thrusting his back against the wall. Harry felt as if flames were surging through his bloodstream, all over his body.

"You..." Harry was barely able to choke out.

"Well, Harry Potter, where are your loyal friends now? Who's going to save you. Hmm?"

"How about me?" A voice said behind Garef.

"What in the h-" But he was knocked aside as something unseen struck across his jaw.

"Ken? Is that you? I can't see, I need your help." Harry began to recover from the Crucious curse.

"It's a small spell, I've seen it before. It should ware off in a minute. Just stay calm."

Sure enough, it did. And when Harry was able to see again, he observed Ken lifting Garef off of his feet and throwing him straight into the wall.

"You've got a lot of nerve, the both of you." Garef grumbled as he stood. "And I can't even see one of you. But I know you're there." He raised his hand into the air. "Visiblous!"

Suddenly, Ron and Hermione's eyes widened, as they saw Ken appear before their eyes.

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin. Two on one isn't very fair. Avadus Kedavrus!" He pointed at Harry.

Harry leapt aside in shock, but the spell didn't do anything. Except for that the walls were now glowing green.

"Touch any of the walls." Garef told them. "And you die."

The spell, Harry knew, would be lifted, should they kill him. He and Ken stared at Garef angrily.

"But you still have the advantage. I know!" He pointed his finger at Ken.

"Don't just stand there!" Harry hollered.

"Suspendro!"

"Waugh!" Ken shouted as he was lifted off his feet, hanging in midair as if tied to a rope, his arms down at his sides.

"Now it's just you and me, kid." He laughed. "You don't stand a-"

"Stupefy!" Two voices shouted from either side of Garef, and two red beams hit him, knocking him back. Straight back into the wall, in fact.

And there, beside him, were Ron and Hermione.

"Never take your eyes off us for a second." He laughed. "Another one of Fred and George's prank items got us out of that one."

"Ron! Hermione! Are you both all right?"

"We need to get out of here before dawn."

"Yeah, of course. Mobilus!" He pointed at Ken, who immediately fell to the floor.

"All right, let's blow this produce stand... But why are the walls still green?"

"Something's wrong..." Hermione gasped.

"You can't kill me." A voice informed them. "I'm already dead."

Garef stood before them, his hand outstretched. Suddenly, Ken, Ron, and Hermione found that, once again, they could not move.

"Now, Harry, YOU DIE!" Garef lunged forward. Harry turned and slipped, hitting the floor, and his hand closed on a rather pointy piece of stone tile that was broken out of the floor.

He held it in his hand for less than a second, and absent-mindedly shouted out the spell he had learned from Ken, as well as a bit of knowledge from muggle grade-school.

"Convertus A-G!" He shouted, and the stone tile turned to pure silver. He turned just in time.

"Avada Ked - GRGHHHH..." Garef stopped dead, the slab of silver jammed into his chest. He coughed - only for a moment, then dissolved into a pile of smoldering ash.

"Boo-ya!" Ken shouted in triumph. "What? What? That's what you get! That's what I said now don't forget! Think you can beat him? Don't even bother! That's what you get when you mess with Potter!"

"Oh, really?" A very high voice said, that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

"It's him." Ron swallowed. "It's him, Harry. He's here."

"Yes. I know."

Just when you thought the battle was over, yet another one begins. Harry's fight with Garef was just a warm up compared to the one coming up. Is he up to the task? Find out in the next thrilling chapter of Harry Potter and the Silver Bullet Faction!

Also, a peek at the new idea for the next Harry Potter book, by Silverpen, in which, through your reviews, you decide what happens to Harry next! This will happen in the sixth book, which will succeed the final chapter of Harry Potter and the Silver Bullet Faction!