Tico turned himself into a human again, and muttered lowly,"Bizerro!" and pointed his wand at Voldemort's ugly face.
The spell wasn't actually meant for protecting, it was more to use if you were in trouble, and needed something to distract someone. It made everything surrerealistic, so if a person was hit, it made him/her confused.
Now, Voldemort was the one who screamed. Not in pain, but in shock, as he turned into a red fog, and spun around.
A snarl was heard, and suddenly the werewolf Harry had met earlier, was there.
"Wish to fight Moyka" the werewolf sneered, baring his teeth. His eyes were yellow, so it had to be dangerously close to full moon.
"You know how it works, Garou-Farsha" Tico smiled, and curled himself in an attacking position.
"Yes I do" the werewolf smiled as well, as he too curled.
"But," Tico grinned. "Werewolves are not known for having much patience. And even though I can't attack you" Tico suddenly dodged the werewolf of the wall, making him fall down. The werewolf landed on his feet, but still it gave an angry growl, thus warning the others about his presence.
"I can push you away, since it's not recognized as an attack." He told the werewolf, and smiled to the Death Eaters. "Hi," he smiled to them, as they all stared at him through the white Death Eater masks. "I heard you talking about me, so I decided to check what the fuss was about."
Harry struggled to not laugh at the Death Eaters, as they sent curses at him.
"Make him back!" Oh, once again there was the mad woman. Harry reminded himself once again to ask Snape what her name was. He couldn't go on calling her 'the mad woman', or 'his female companion' or even 'the girlfriend'. He knew that she lusted Voldemort; it smelled… normally lust and love smelled sweet, but thinking about who she loved…
He fought back the shudder, which nearly caught the best of him. Instead, he turned his head on the side. "Who" he asked.
"OUR LORD" she shrieked, and sent one more curse at him.
"Uh, that was not me" he said, and turned his head to the fog. "But I think he'll be sick any minute."
He waved his hand, and suddenly the Dark Lord reappeared.
He glared at the teenager who carelessly sat on the wall. "Hi" the boy greeted, showing no interest in the Dark Lord at all.
"Hello Potter" he sneered. "Why are you here?" The boy had a habit in appearing at the strangest places.
"You are on our property" the boy shrugged, and snapped his fingers. A bottle of coke flew in his hands. "This fort was made by a Shatri, many years ago by human time watching. It's a safe place," he pointed at the far wall around the fort. "So no wizards, Saki's or Loup Garou who intend us harm can come in." He opened the coke and drank greedily of the brown liquid.
"So I was surprised to hear raised voices" he smirked down at the Death Eaters. "And I'm pleased to know that at least one of my farsha's has guardians that care." He raised the bottle at Lucius as a salute.
Farsha! Come quickly! Dragon called, frightened?
Tico stood up, and ran to his farsha. It had to be serious if Dragon was frightened! Dragon was never scared!
"What happened?" Tico asked, as he rushed in the room, where both Dragon and Snape were kneeling beside the Saki, concerned looks on their faces.
"I don't know" Dragon cried, his eyes was desperate. "He woke up for a minute, before something took the hold of him!"
Tico inwardly cursed. This was not good. Not good at all!
He smelt blood, and both he and Dragon let out a small cry of shock as Mattafixey's right arm, full of old white marks, suddenly started to bleed, rapidly. Dragon was the nearest and reacted first, as he laid hands upon the wound.
Suddenly, he twitched, and his eyes rolled into his head, and had something that looked like an epileptic seizure. "Dragon!" both Tico and Snape cried, and grabbed the hold of the white headed Shatri. The lowed him down at some pillows they had found some days ago.
"I have to do a para-healing" Tico said, now his voice sounded frightened.
A para-healing, meant that you would heal two people at the time. It was something you only did in an emergency. There was a whole wall, almost like the ones you could see at certain 2 WW sights, where the names of those who died because of the energy that was being used at a para-healing.
"Are you insane" Snape muttered under his breath, as he fetched two vials of Esroli, a healing liquid, the one thing that could wipe out the werewolf in a human body. Snape had actually tried to give it to Lupin once, but Lily had caught him, and had burned his hand pretty badly.
"Snape" Tico frowned. "I'm a Shatri. Of course I'm insane!" he hissed, as he knelt by the sides of the two sick males.
"I can't call anyone" he explained. "Some of the Saki's have dared to come out of the mountain. I'm not sure if they have escaped Kaya, or if they are outside on her orders. Anyway, I will not bargain their lives with them right now, Snape." Tico sighed, as he put his hands on both Mattafixey and Dragon.
"Good luck, Tico" Snape said, and drew himself away from the teen.
Tico smiled. "I'm gonna need it" was the last thing he said, before he tried to heal the males on the floor.
A.N: Alright! Finally! I have been so busy lately, that I haven't had the chance to update! And we are closing up to the end… but it won't be yet! Let me just say that the next chapter is the one I have been itching to write. And I have to thank all of you who have clicked on my story (4323!), even though only six of you have reviewed…