Ch 11

Note: I've decided, I won't follow the Harry Potter book to a point…


HARRY

"Small ones of men, minds so weak…follow thine voice and flock to me…let thine magic that I speak…entrance thy thoughts for a Hag's own treat…"

Under her entrancing voice, the wills' of children become overpowered. The hag, a creature depicting the most popular belief of what a Witch would be; an old woman, though she herself is but a creature, skin that was nothing but out of ordinary with warts that filled her face leading up to her long nose, and in the light, as the two mesmerized children followed, the discoloration of her skin was known, it was a dark green pigment that helped bring out the equally dark green color of her eyes. The way she walked with the shaggy robes and a large dark witch's hat was like someone with a hump, crouching, hindered only by her own physical hindrance.

The creature turned back to the children, stopping them in the middle of the streets with an old house just up ahead.

"Thy faces, thy faces, show-ist me," she placed her hands on the shoulders starting with the little girl as the warts from her hands didn't seem to disturb the girl. Her nails weren't cut, it actually grew out forming claws that matched her teeth, and the sharp curves of her teeth actually seemed moist with anticipation.

"So lovely, so lovely in such a wicked day," her head snapped back and forth to both children, her mouth grinning even more, "my my, but what a treat, these little morsels will be delicious to eat."

Harry wanted to yell and scream at this lady. He could feel his body being controlled but he wanted to break out.

'Come on Harry, you can do it, just concentrate on your chakra'

He could hear Naruto's voice, what he had told him when mastering his magic. What Harry called magic; Naruto called chakra, but with the weeks of training Harry started to question if they were the same. The accidental magic he had been performing as of lately was different from the chakra that his sensei Naruto used, but he didn't know what to think, all he knew was that he had to escape this stranger's control over them…plus, she just grossed him out.

Concentration Harry, concentrate and pull out that chakra, pull it out and expand upon it like an exploding energy source. With each new step towards the old house that he clearly did not want to go, he stalled more and more, until he stopped completely.

The girl beside him soon halted as the Hag in front of them stared at the boy curiously. She approached the boy, gliding towards him like some creature of the night, before crouching low and glancing at the boy's face.

Harry could see the creature's face now, staring intently at him. He could literally feel the breath released from her nostrils flow into his face. She stared curiously at his forehead though as her clawed hands scratched the bottom of her chin.

"But what be this, a curse or a scratch?"

Her breath smelt like dead rats that Harry felt like tearing before he blinked his eyes as he felt the chakra flow through him and into his hand.

"Get away from me,"

The expression from the creature grew into shock as Harry slammed his fist at the center of her large nose, he felt something bend unnaturally. She screamed and howled in pain while falling to the floor as Harry grabbed onto Hermione's hand before tugging her forward.

She soon blinked away whatever was controlling her before staring at Harry and the creature crying out in agony at the floor.

"Come on, we have to go!" Harry yelled out as he tugged on her again. She couldn't say anything, shocked and mixed frightened expressions spoke for her as they both ran for their lives.

"You little cow!"

Harry heard the creature yell out and they both knew she was chasing them. They ran through the dark alleys, it was like a maze, especially with the narrow walls and alleys that could lead to who knows where.

"H-Har'y"

The boy glanced back at Hermione before staring ahead again, "we need to get away from her," he spoke before picking a direction and running as fast as his little feet could carry him.

They continued to run, and from behind them, the screech from the hag continued to linger on.

"Thy escape is nay, KA, Thy scent is strong and I will eat thee whole, gobble all up, KakA!"

They stopped in one corner that split off to three separate directions. Harry heard the hard panting coming from Hermione, she was sweating hard, her skin pale not only from tiredness but from her young mind that was scared for her life.

The creature's words were affecting her, and to be honest, it frightened him as well.

"I-I can't go on," she panted hard, "I can't keep up with you."

Harry could feel the chakra still running in his system, it would explain why his feet felt lighter for some reason, and why he wasn't as tired as before. With concentration, he pulled out even more chakra, or what his body could provide as he quickly lifted Hermione from the floor and placed her on his back.

"Hold on," he said as he felt his body strain slightly, a sign that his chakra was dying out before he picked a path and ran as fast as he could.

Quickly lifting the girl onto his back, he ran with his tiny feet, to God knows where in the dark alley. His heartbeat grew faster and faster, the chakra in his system dying down as he started to sweat profusely. Even the little girl Hermione started to notice that they were slowing down, but she was too scared to react.

Panting hard, Harry stopped once again in another cross section as his head turned from left and right.

"Y-you can put me down," the tiny girl had spoken as Harry felt some of her curly hair stick onto his neck that was filled with sweat.

"Come on," Harry said as he placed her down, watching as she continued to tremble, "we have to keep moving," he lead the way while picking a direction and starting walking in a fast, hurried pace.

The lingering chakra that filled his system had enhanced a few vital aspects a warrior needed for survival; one especially good aspect was his awareness. Something to him, didn't feel right, it was as if he sensed something, a sort of feeling that was coming from…

He glanced up as his eyes widened like saucers before he pushed Hermione out of the way.

The shadow of the hag befell upon him before the hag itself landed on top of him, the creature's clawed hand held the neck tightly as the boy was pinned down to the floor.

"I have captured thee now my dearies, kakaka," she cackled as her eyes glanced to the girl who was frozen in terror once again.

Harry struggled under her grip, but the little boy found himself too exhausted and under powered at the moment to do anything about it. He watched as the creature's neck visibly shifted before she opened her mouth, and out came a voice that was not beautiful at all, but more hypnotic, directed solely at the girl.

"It be a child…it be a treat…a loveless child…and mine to feast…now be good to such a hag…and make thy way a path to me"

Hermione's eyes folded back, and Harry watched in horror as she shook no more, but instead, she rose from her spot and walked forward. The boy struggled harder as Hermione grew closer, watching as the hag's hand beckoned her forward until Hermione stood next to them, with the hag's claw gently resting on her shoulder.

"Now then, cow, you've caused me enough trouble," she turned to the child with her green blistered lips inching closer to his face that Harry did tear up once he smelt the wicked stench once again, "…now…sleep…"

Her voice spoke again, in a language that Harry couldn't understand as his body felt stiff and his eyelids suddenly grew heavy. He turned his head and watched how close his friend was, one he had recently made before he outstretched his hand towards her.

'Sensei,' Harry called out to his mind as he reached harder for Hermione, as if willing her to wake up from that trance, 'what would you do?'

'Kick its' ass'

He heard the reply as he felt something stir from his body; he blinked back the tears as he concentrated harder, his body finally refusing to sleep as he yelled out from his spot, "SENSEI HELP ME!"

The hag actually released the child's neck; as if she was astonished that her ability didn't work. Blue chakra mixed with some sort of green power that seeped out from Harry as his body released a flare of energy around him. It blew wind and provided quite a display of light before it died down and Harry fell to his knees. He didn't even know he was standing up, but now, his body felt worn out as he could only stare at the creature with half dazed eyes.

"E-extraordinary," the hag stood up, a bit wearily as she watched the boy with careful eyes, "such magic as this, for a boy so young," a wicked gleam grew in her eyes, "a magic for me but to consume."

Harry watched as she approached, watched as Hermione lay asleep at the stone pavement as his hopes slowly died of a rescue…but then, the hag stopped as a low growl escaped from the creature's voice. Two shadows appeared behind Harry who could barely turn his head around to see who else was here.

"Well what do we have here?"

The voice was unfamiliar; it was crisp, smooth, and something that had a hollow ring about it.

"Uh, what a disgusting creature, hags, I thought that blasted Ministry took all hags away for some pointless recreation of some sorts."

It was a different voice, sounded younger and a bit arrogant, but the same hollow tune rung in that voice reflected that it was something different.

With a small grunt, Harry had finally turned around to see the new comers. Two tall men that were covered in a rich brown coat, their skins were pale white, and their body looked to be physically lean.

"But what was that burst of magic?"

The tall man who spoke seemed in charge. His hair was smoothed back; it was a rich black that seemed to have seen gel today, especially since it shined in the low light of the valley.

"Ch, it couldn't be that thing over there, damn magic is weaker than any other creature I've seen,"

The one who spoke was arrogant at least Harry could tell as the person lazily watched the hag in front of them. He was different from the composed one, especially with the brown hair that was spiked up with the same shiny substance as the first person's own.

There were no facial hairs in either of them, just a smooth, pale skin that seemed to have been smothered with powder.

For a second, Harry wondered if he was saved. He looked up at the strangers until finally, he saw their eyes. It spooked Harry when he spotted them, the eerie eyes that shined of a killer, and the eyes that glowed in the shadows…the eyes that were bloody red.

"Blood demons stay back, this be-ist my prey."

"Prey?"

It was then they finally noticed the boy, something that Harry didn't feel like was a good idea, even if they were intimidating the Hag.

"Hey, Darius, check it out," the brown haired man nudged the taller one before grinning in glee, "isn't that?"

"Potter," the dark haired man known as Darius finished as there seemed to be a wicked gleam that appeared in his eyes, "the savior of the wizarding world, how unlikely that we would run into you."

"Back! Back!" the Hag swished her arms widely towards the two as Harry started to get worried until he noticed the man that had the brown spiky hair had just vanished in front of him. It was so fast, the speed, that when Harry turned back to the hag, he was shocked to find it struggling to breathe as he found that man lifting the creature up by her neck in the air.

The hag gurgled under his grip as the wicked smile never left his face. His hand squeezed tighter as his eyes widened seemingly amused, "creatures like you need to learn your place," suddenly, he threw her, literally, just threw her back towards the alley way.

He made it look so easy, as if he was tossing a stone, or slinging a rock as the Hag flew several feet away from them, tumbling back with noises of grunts and pains being released on the way.

"Hmp, when do lowly creatures such as that start disrespecting us?" he sighed while shaking his head and wiping his hand on his pants "this world has gone all wrong."

"Too bad you didn't kill it Vince, it might be a bother again sometime."

"Hmp, don't want to get too dirty once we head get back" the creature known as Vince shrugged before heading towards the boy while wearing that same glint in his eyes, "so, what will we do with the wizards' hero?"

Harry watched as the composed one that he guessed was named Darius, took a step forward and toward over his form. Harry glanced high up in the air while staring into the man's dark red eyes that seemed to be focusing. It grew brighter, if he could describe it as that, Harry just saw it change, like it was full of energy.

"I couldn't give a shit about some boy deemed a hero of wizards."

Harry started to get a bad feeling about the situation when he saw the grin that lay plastered all over their faces. The one known as Vince was the widest as he now stood next to Darius.

"Oh, thinking about wizards pisses you off, doesn't it? Hahaha" Vince laughed for a moment before eyeing the boy again, "say now, how about we turn him, see what the wizards think of him then?"

There was a pause, as if Darius was considering it, but Harry continued to kneel on the floor, clueless to what they were talking about until the white of Dairus' teeth shown as he let out a feral grin.

"For once, you've come up with a good idea," he nodded towards the other person named Vince, "I'd stake my life that they would treat him as a so called 'Dark creature', it'd be an interesting thing to watch."

"Alright then" Vince popped his knuckles before approaching the boy, "one turned child, coming right up."

One bad news after another, Harry cursed as the man reached out his hand that had nails that looked to be sharpened towards him. Even while that was happening, young Harry still didn't know what it meant to be turned into one of them, what were they anyways? He had to wonder.

Before the hand reached the boy, another figure fell from the sky, as quiet as the shadow, and as intimidating as any creature of the dark; especially with those killer blue eyes that stared down at the two men before the figure grabbed the hand that was stretching towards Harry.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"S-sensei?" Harry almost cried out in joy inside him until the man turned around to face Harry. The blonde hair and the physique was something Harry had remembered, it was his sensei.

"I'm just a copy," Naruto had spoken as Harry found it surprising before his hope slightly faltered.

"But don't worry, the real one will be here so-"

A hand ripped through the stomach, especially with the fingers of the hand being outstretched, making the attack look like a blade stab of some sort before the clone disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Smoke?" Darius questioned as he sniffed the air before tensing, "Vince, there are more out there, ready yourself."

"What do you mean? Ha, this guy's a joke, even though that was an interesting spell," Vince rubbed at his chin as several forms popped out of the air, surrounding the kids.

"Last warning, break and leave and I might spare your lives," a Naruto clone had spoken in all seriousness, earning a feral grin from Vince.

"Oh yeah," Vince's eyes narrowed as his hands stretched out with the fingers spread out like an animal's claws, "Even if you have numbers, wizard, do you think your spells will hit me?"

There was a look on the clone that Harry observed seemed to be smirking. Turning to Darius, Harry knew that person had noticed it as well.

"I'm not going to use any spell to defeat you, and when my real self arrives, you'll beg for me to release you."

That hit the spot as Vince's eyes suddenly turned cold, "weak human, don't presume that you can best the likes of me, now die!" The speed was fast as the creature known as Vince flew forward, rushing towards the clone who watched and waited for the attack…