Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl: Evil Awakens
I wrote this assuming that fairies in Haven celebrate Christmas.
Were getting to the end; and the chapter after this is the last one. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, followed, and or put it on their favorites list, and thanks to those that read but didn't review, the silent readers. :) I know you're out there!
Toward the end, there will be some stuff that probably won't make sense, but it will be explained in the last chapter I promise!
Near Fowl Manor
Holly was bundled up warmly and had a pair of wings on her back. She soared through the cold air around Fowl Manor.
Foaly called her. "Merry Christmas, Holly."
"Merry Christmas to you too."
"Caballine and me had a good day with the kids," said Foaly. "Are you on a mission or something for the Order?"
"No, just flying around for fun, and practice." Holly did a few loop de loops. "I'm wearing my helmet to protect my eyes from the wind and my ears from the drying air."
"Oh," said Foaly.
"Are you in the office?"
Foaly sighed. "Yeah, Trouble got onto me for not finishing some work, so he said I had to come in for a couple hours, or my budget would get cut. He's sounds like Root more and more everyday and he even had a cigar today."
"No way!"
"Way," replied Foaly, munching on some carrot cake. "He said it's a onetime thing and that he got it for Christmas, but I wouldn't be surprised if it becomes a permanent thing. Well, I just wanted to say hi. I have to finish so I can get home or Caballine will get her mane in a twist."
Holly chuckled. "Alright, talk to you later."
Communication was cut and Holly soared through the air, enjoying the freedom to fly how she pleased, with no time restrictions, nowhere to be. Living on the surface was the best…
Fowl Manor
Harry finished cleaning up in the bedroom and went downstairs to play video games with Ron.
"What's taking so long?" asked Ron, after he and Harry had played three rounds of Halo. They had completely squashed the opposing team (three times), who, after talking to shit the whole time, ended up getting there asses handed to them on a silver platter. Despite their lack of playing skills, they still continued to talk shit.
"Rematch, punk!" shouted one into the headset Harry had.
"Sod off, you wanker," replied Harry, turning it off. "You know Ginny, she likes to shop. She's probably dragging Butler around to look at socks or fifty percent off Christmas stuff or whatever. Or she's making James try on fifty pairs of shoes to find the cutest ones."
Artemis was sitting on a chair, reading the paper. "And Butler is probably wishing he had hair, so he could tear it out."
Snape smiled, reading a book. "That would be interesting to see."
Ron giggled. "Come on; let's kick those trash talker's ass again."
Hermione sighed on the couch. "I wish I had told Ginny to grab me some Fritos."
"We just had a big dinner a few hours ago."
"I'm craving them though!" Hermione rubbed her growing belly. "The baby wants them."
"Go ask Angeline, maybe there are some still in the pantry," said Artemis.
"I'll go check for you, sweetie," said Ron.
"Aren't you going to find out if it's a boy or a girl?" Harry asked her.
"No," said Hermione, rubbing her tummy. "We want to be surprised. I bet it's going to be a girl though, I just have a feeling."
"It'll be nice when the baby is older, James will have a playmate," said Harry.
Harry wheedled Artemis into trying to play. Artemis, not being experienced in playing video games, got his ass kicked and ended up having to hide out for most of the round.
"Can't be good at everything," said Snape.
Artemis scowled a bit. "I'd like to see you try."
"No, thanks," said Snape. "My specialty is potions, not slaughtering imaginary characters."
Ron returned with Fritos and got back to playing with Harry. Several more rounds passed (with the trash talkers still get there asses beaten) and half the bag of Fritos disappeared and Ginny still wasn't back.
"I'm getting worried," said Harry.
"Butler is with them." Hermione popped a Frito in her mouth. "They'll be safe."
"Still, I worry," said Harry. "I just got a bad feeling."
"Butler would call if something happened," said Artemis. He put the paper down. "Want to smoke those cigars my dad gave us?"
"Yeah, I reckon so," said Ron.
"Yeah, that and a nice glass of brandy would be good." Snape put his book down.
"I'll take that as my cue to clear out," said Hermione, obviously not wanting to be around the second hand smoke.
"We're going outside," said Artemis. "Mother would have a fit if we got smoke or ashes all over her furniture."
Artemis grabbed the cigar box and Harry grabbed a lighter from a drawer and the men went outside.
Near Fowl Manor
Holly followed the road toward Dublin, weaving and swirling through air. She was shielded of course, so no one could see her, but she didn't really think anyone would be around. She would top up on magic, after her flight.
She happened to look down and noticed the Bentley on the road. Ginny, James, and Butler must be coming back.
But something didn't look right. It wasn't moving, and there were two things in the snow nearby.
A bad feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She dove downwards and saw that one of the doors happened to have been ripped off.
And Butler was laying face down, a trail of blood behind him.
She landed near Butler in a crouch and took her Neutrino out. She didn't think she'd need it, just going on a flight, but she felt better having it with her. She remained shielded and checked the area. There were a lot footsteps and some nasty bloody looking vomit splattered on one side of the car. Ginny was nowhere to be seen, and neither was James.
Butler wasn't moving. Afraid, Holly heaved with all her strength and managed to roll him over. There was a bloody gash on his forehead, a bruised lump, and his stomach had been stabbed badly with blades of some sort.
She remembered Conway had claws and realized he and Uallach must have kidnapped Ginny and James.
"Butler!" Holly shook Butler. No response. He still had a pulse. She put her fingers to his wound and whispered "heal". The wound was pretty bad, like Conway had stabbed and then twisted, slicing and tearing the flesh and internal organs badly. Sparks flowed to the wounds, while Holly quickly dialed Artemis on his communicator.
"Holly, where are you at?" asked Artemis.
"Tell Harry to get here quickly!" Holly told him. "Butler is injured badly and I don't know if I have enough magic to heal it all. Ginny and James are gone from the Bentley. I think it was Conway and Uallach!"
Artemis told Harry this. They were walking through the gardens, smoking. Harry dropped his very expensive cigar in the snow. He knew his gut feeling had been onto something. Why had he let them go!?
He took off running, releasing his wings. He flew through the air, fumbling to cut his arm a bit and put the bronze ring in so he could do a transformation and aid Butler.
He felt panicky. Where was Ginny and James?
Holly managed to heal a good bit of the damage but ran out of magic beforehand. It started to snow and Harry appeared through it, his bronze eyes glowing eerily.
"Is he alive?" whispered Harry, landing and skidding to a stop.
"Yes, but finish it," said Holly, unshielded now. "I think he only lasted because the cold helped to coagulate the blood so it didn't flow quite as freely. If I had been a few minutes too late, he probably would have died."
Harry placed a hand on Butler and sparks traveled down to do their work.
"Go check the surrounding the areas," said Harry.
Holly nodded, pale with worry. She slid her visor up and shot up in the air and scanned the area.
Butler healed, with nothing but some scars. He moaned and opened his eyes. Harry removed the bronze ring, and Butler seeing the messy black hair, mistook him for Artemis for a moment.
"Ar-Artemis…? I'm in heaven?" Butler muttered. "They got you too?"
"It's me Harry. What happened?"
Butler suddenly remembered everything all at once. "It was Conway and Uallach!" He quickly explained everything, Harry's panic growing. Holly returned, having seen nothing.
"Does she still have that boat?" asked Holly.
"Probably," said Harry. "I don't know where she got it, but she probably is out on the ocean somewhere."
"The vampire repellant obviously does nothing for Conway, so Uallach must have used him to carry them out," said Holly.
A car skidded to a halt. Artemis tumbled out and rushed over. Butler explained what had happened.
"Thank you for healing him," said Artemis to Harry and Holly. "I don't know what I'd do without him."
Holly knew how close the two were, seeing as that when Artemis was younger, Butler had been around much more than his own father. Artemis had been pretty much raised by Butler in a way.
"I'm going to look for them," said Harry, flying upwards a few feet.
"Harry-wait, I need to replenish my magic and I can follow," said Holly.
"Just catch up when you can," said Harry, flapping off. He couldn't wait. A second wasted could mean the death of his wife and child.
If he found them he was going feed Uallach her own intestines…
Uallach lounged on the deck of the boat. It had started snowing and she was catching snowflakes on her tongue, ignoring the screams for help down below deck.
"Let's just finish them and be done with it," Conway was saying. "You can drain them dry and dump them in the ocean. Dead and done." Conway tapped his still bloodied claws on the deck.
"It's not part of my plan!"
"Well, since were dawdling around here, about you turn me into a vampire."
"No, turning won't be pleasant for you, since I have to bite you and put the venom into your system," said Uallach. "I need you in tip top shape. I wonder if I should just turn Ginny into a vampire, so I can get her teeth and heart." She thought for a moment, brushing snow off her designer jeans. "No, I can't, that wretched poison stuff is on her. Maybe we should dunk her in the ocean a few times, rinse it off."
The doctor sat with them, wrapped in a thick coat. He thought it must be nice to be a vampire and not feel cold. Uallach had promised that if he stayed with them, she might consider turning him into a vampire, since he'd helped Conway so much. He would be immortal, and not have to worry about Uallach suddenly deciding she wanted to make a snack out of him one day.
"I have the potion ready," he told Uallach. "And everything else you told me to prepare."
"Good." Uallach got her book and flipped through to the back, where the she had added in some new stuff to the back. "Conway, get going."
Conway wiggled his claws. "It will be my pleasure."
Harry flew as fast as he could. Presuming Uallach still had her boat; it'd be out in the ocean somewhere. He had checked the docks and of course it wasn't there. So there would be a lot of ocean to check, but Harry would search all the oceans and seas in the world if it meant finding his wife and baby.
What if they weren't in the ocean? What if they were somewhere else? How would he find them?
He fought the urge to scream in frustration and rage and pushed himself to fly harder.
He eventually did see a boat in the water and it looked like Uallach's boat. He spotted a flash of red and realized Uallach was in the rigging, wearing his coat again.
"Looking for someone?" asked Uallach, holding up a hang of bloody red hair. Harry tensed.
"I swear if you-"
"Laid a hand on her? Touched her? Hurt her?" Uallach giggled like a little girl, finding this all very amusing. "What are you going to do? Rip my head off? Oh, wait until you see the plans I have."
Harry swooped toward her, planning to yank her off the rigging and drive her to the deck below. He grabbed onto a hank of her hair and pulled. Uallach release the rigging and grabbed onto Harry's shirt, and kicked him in the sternum. Harry grunted and fought with her in the air. She went to reach for something in her coat and lost her grip. Still holding her by the hair, he brought his foot up and drove it into Uallach's face. She spun toward the deck of the ship, swearing.
She crashed into the wood and Harry was a second behind her, driving his elbow into her back. The wood actually splintered beneath them and Uallach growled angrily. Harry reared back, getting ready for another hit.
Quick as a flash, Uallach threw a punch toward Harry and he realized something was on her hand. He didn't have time to think about it as pain exploded in his both eyes.
Whatever it was, it was silver and he heard a slight swishing noise and something pierced his arm. He heard a snap and realized Uallach must have stabbed him with a knife and snapped the tip off in him.
He couldn't see out his eyes. Uallach pulled her fist.
"Brass-or
should I say silver-knuckles, with nice spikes to gouge your eyes," Uallach chuckled calmly.
Harry couldn't see and his eyes hurt terribly. He stumbled back and could hear Uallach moving around him.
"Do you like guns? I like guns. This is a nice one I have here, oh, but you can't see it, silly me. I started to think about collecting them. Now that I'm immortal, and have so much time, I can start collecting all kinds of things I like. I might start collecting human heads too, of my victims. I'll think I'll start my collection with the heads of your wife and child."
"YOU BITCH!"
Harry knew she was trying to distract him by talking. He listened carefully and took a swing with his fist, and missed Uallach's nose by an inch. He heard a click and a bang and then-
-searing pain in his head. She had shot him. He crumpled to his knees. It wouldn't kill him, but a shot to the head would definitely disable him.
He dimly felt the cold barrel press into his head and then Uallach shot him several more times.
He collapsed on the ground, unable to speak or move. The bullets had hit some of the key areas required for that. He was now completely at the bitches mercy.
Another gunshot, this time to the neck, to sever his spine. Uallach smiled. Such fun torturing the people she didn't like. She reloaded the gun and then put it in the pocket of her coat. Harry lay, twitching slightly, collapsed on the deck, his blood slowly oozing from the wounds. She grabbed him by a foot and dragged him down below deck and dumped him in a corner. She took her dagger and dug the silver bit from his arm and to be nice, the bullets that were wedged deep into his brain. She used the dagger and almost felt bad at how long it would take his brain to heal, consider what a bloody mess his brain was now.
He would heal eventually. She took something from her pocket and left it on the ground next to him. A clue, of where to go next. She liked playing games, and Harry had no choice but to play, unless he wanted to never see his wife and kid again…
She went to the deck, where the doctor was waiting.
"Um, you'll be taking me with you, somehow, I suppose?" he said, holding Uallach's bag.
Uallach gazed at him coolly and flicked her hair over her shoulders. "Hmm. No."
The doctor tried to smile. "What shall I do here? That man below, Harry-"
"Oh, don't worry about him hurting you." Uallach smiled, letting her fangs out. "I need a snack before my swim."
The doctor's hands shook and he dropped the bag. "You said-you said-I've done everything you asked! You said I could be like you and also that-"
"I lied." Uallach shrugged her shoulders. "Now-oh, don't try to run away from me!"
A couple of minutes later, and the doctor's drained body was flung overboard like a piece of trash.
She left the boat, diving into the icy water with her bag strap clenched in hand. The important stuff inside was a watertight bag, to keep it safe. It was so handy not needing to breathe. She swam rapidly underwater, heading for shore.
She emerged on land and realized she was next to a dock. Two old men were sitting in lawn chairs, fishing rods in the water. They had a cold beer in each mitten clad hand, despite the freezing weather.
"-and then I says to her, I say, why you gotta be such a bitch, especially on Christmas? Can't we have one day a year were we don't fight?" The man shook his head and took a swig. "I had to get out of the house."
The second man nodded, sympathetically. "My wife is always nagging me and getting on me, thinking I'm cheating on her with some much younger girl. I seventy years old, I don't have the energy to be running around with some young lady. My wife wears me down enough with her nagging. I don't need some young girl dragging me off to clubs, drinking and dancing, all that stuff young chicks get into nowadays."
Uallach snorted in amusement. Silly humans, always fighting and quarreling with each other; even with the people they supposedly "loved."
The men spotted her walking out of the water.
"Hey, missy, are you okay?"
"What are you doing in the water?"
"Did you fall of a boat or something?"
Uallach jumped onto the edge of the dock and let her teeth out and smiled wickedly at them. The men recoiled slightly.
"Well, since your wives hate you so much, how about if you never need to go back to them?"
A few minutes later, she ran off, two drained bodies lying haphazardly on the dock, beers spilled, and fishing rods forgotten. Someone would find them sooner or later.
Somewhere over the ocean
Holly only had one set of wings, and Artemis insisted on going with her.
"I'm not letting my wife go out and fight a deranged vampire and her sick buddy by herself," he said.
Butler had insisted on going as well, but Holly's moon belt couldn't hold both of them. Artemis had told Butler to not worry, and protect the house, in case something happened. He left quickly, attached to Holly, shielding himself. He had a gun and a knife on him, just in case. Artemis was glad he had been practicing his shooting.
"Yeah, probably better leave most of the fighting to me," said Holly, lifting them into the air.
Artemis scowled. "Butler says I can hit the side of a barn finally."
"That's not very comforting."
Snape had given them three large bottle of vampire repellant and reminded them to spray themselves with it too. Butler would stay at the house to protect Artemis's parents and the twins (until they left for America for another trip) and Hermione. Ron and Snape would follow on brooms later. Ron used to have one, but unfortunately, he had broken his, flying around the manor one day and crashing into the wall like an idiot. Mrs. Weasley would send them a couple.
Artemis hated the feeling of flying still, especially since he wasn't in control of the wings, not that he didn't trust Holly. It just felt weird and he wasn't a huge fan of heights.
He was also worried about Harry, who had just rushed off.
They were now flying high over the ocean, looking for the boat. If it was out here, Harry would be on it most likely, and so would Ginny and James.
Meanwhile in the boat, Harry's injuries were healing. As soon as he was able too, he got to his hands and knees. His spine and eyes had healed almost entirely, but his brain wasn't finished yet. There were so many neurons and nerves, it took longer. He gazed around, his vision still fuzzy and tried to crawl forward, trying to listen, to see if Uallach was around.
"Ginny?" he called. "James?"
He felt something papery under his hand and looked down. A note was lying on the floor, with a bloody handprint. There was also a small wad of bloody hair-Ginny's.
He fumbled with the paper and tried to read it, but his brain couldn't make his eyes focus.
He clenched the note and managed to get to his feet, unsteadily and weaved his way to toward the stairs.
Stumbling around, unable to see straight, he stumbled to the deck, his mind whirling with 'what if's'. It was dark outside, snow falling.
"Harry!"
Harry looked up and saw Holly landing, a light from her helmet shining around. Artemis unshielded and removed himself from Holly's moon belt.
"Where is Uallach?"
Harry jerkily shook his head and explained what happened. "My visions still too blurry to make out the letters."
Artemis took the note and read it aloud, Holly shining her light on it. "'You did pretty badly at the first part of our game, but there is still a chance to find that bitchy wife of yours and the sniveling brat you call your kid.'" There was a forest in Germany that they were supposed to go to.
"Where in the forest?" asked Harry.
"Doesn't say," said Artemis. "I guess where just supposed to go there and look around."
Harry growled in frustration and took a pinch of the frenroot combo from a baggy in his pocket. It had been a while since he'd had some and if he could smell Holly and Artemis were covered in vampire repellant. In a while, if he touched them it would burn him. He swallowed it and stood up.
"I'm almost done healing, so let's go."
Holly fired her wings up and Artemis clipped himself back onto the moon belt.
"Here's a bottle of vampire repellant," said Holly. "I doubt Uallach has any of that stuff you do, that combats the effects."
Harry took it gingerly and pocketed it. Holly's mechanical wings could fly them much faster, so if Harry had wings out, he could hold onto Holly and glide along quicker with her.
They flew into the cold air, Holly's helmet leading her to their destination.
It was a long flight and by the time they got there, it was early morning. Harry's eyes were quite red.
"Good thing you practiced discipline or you'd be eating us right now," said Artemis, when they landed.
"I'll be fine," said Harry, his eyes glinting in a few weak rays of sunshine filtering in through the branches. "Listen, the forest is big, so let's split up. I'll go one way and you two stick together and go the other way."
"We shouldn't-" began Holly.
Harry cut her off. "I know it could be dangerous, but we need to find Uallach. If we find her, we'll probably find Ginny and James." Artemis gave Harry his communicator so he could communicate with Holly on her helmet if needed.
They split up, Holly and Artemis shielding. Harry wished he could be invisible. He ran through the forest.
About an hour later, he found nothing, except for the occasional animal that ran away. He was too worried to even bother with feeding. He was desperate to find his wife and baby.
He suddenly noticed a bush with a few strands of red hair tangled around the leaves. He sniffed the air and ran forward as more clues became apparent: a shred of cloth from Ginny's jacket on a clump of weeds a few hundred yards ahead, a shred of James's footy snow suit…with blood.
Harry could smell it was Ginny's blood and he couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt by those monsters.
He suddenly saw something blue in a clearing. James, still in his footy suit. He ran towards him desperate to see if son was okay. There was no movement? What if he was dead?
Harry skidded to a stop and rolled his son over-
It wasn't his son. It was simply the footy suit stuffed with leaves and rocks, the hood pulled up.
He heard Uallach's voice muttering some words.
Suddenly there was a crackling noise and a wire running along the ground, hidden mostly by grass and leaves at first, shimmered blue. More wires strung in the canopy of trees hummed and blue spark ran along them, fizzing. The little clearing was shrouded in a dome of faint blue light and sparks.
Uallach peered at him through the barrier. "Silly, silly Harry. Didn't think about traps did you? What an idiot. You see what you think is your son and you go plowing forth, without a thought in that head. My gosh, I would never fall for that. Then again, I'd never be so attached to a human, so I wouldn't have to worry."
Harry growled and tried to get through the barrier, but it shocked him and sent him flying back. It hurt like heck.
"All magic," said Uallach. "A special little spell I learned a long time ago. It was hard to recreate it, but I eventually remembered the little details I was forgetting. Nobody can get in or out, unless I say. And it's equipped with a handy little spell to keep people away from it."
Harry remembered going to the Quidditch World Cup and how the area for the game and the camping area had been covered with a spell so that if any Muggles got to close, they'd suddenly remember an important appointment or something else and hurry away. It would probably work on Artemis and Holly, and anybody else for that matter.
"Now, you stay there, and let your friends work themselves into a tizzy when they can't find you, and maybe, when you're crazed with hunger, I'll let you see Ginny and your son for dinner, if you know what I mean…"
She walked off, ignoring Harry's shouts of rage.
This was her plan; to make him starve until he couldn't control himself any longer, and then let him loose on his own wife and child…He sat on the grass and tried to figure out a way to get out of this mess. He checked the communicator but it was fried due to his running into the barrier. When he pulled it out, it was literally black and smoking. He didn't even think Artemis could fix it.
He didn't have his wand. Uallach had taken that from him on the boat after shooting him. He had the lighter from earlier, and lit a twig and threw it at the barrier, hoping for some kind of result. Nothing.
He checked along the perimeter of the clearing, looking at the wires. He tried poking in certain areas, hoping to find a week spot, but all he got for his troubles was a painful shock. He tried to fly up but got shocked by the top of the dome. He was stuck in circular area that was about fifteen feet across and twenty feet high.
He only had one idea that he didn't like, but it was his only option. He started at one end and ran across as fast as he could and used his wings to propel himself and jump as hard as he could. He thought maybe if he was lucky, he could somehow pass the barrier.
The shock blasted him to the center of the clearing and if he wasn't a vampire, he would have been knocked out.
So he had no choice but to sit. He tried to reassure himself. He had spent that time in the barn and gone about seven days with no blood. He could do this. He would not attack his own wife and kid.
Holly and Artemis found nothing in their side for hours. Nightfall came and Holly checked with those back at the manor. Snape and Ron were still waiting from a package from Mrs. Weasleys owl with the owls.
"We could take the ferry to England, and then France, and then drive," said Ron, looking at the computer monitor.
"That would take way to long," said Snape. "And a broom would be better transport through the woods itself. We can't take a car and go crashing between the trees and undergrowth. Remember you telling me about your trip in the Forbidden Forest?"
Ron gulped, remembering Aragog and how the Ford Angela had arrived in the nick of time.
"Harry's communicator is not working," Holly told them through her helmet. Ron and Snape could see how worried she looked on the computer screen. "Something happened, but we can't find him or Uallach, or Ginny and James!"
However, that night, Ron and Snape called to say the manor had been attacked by Conway. Artemis's parents had gone away to America again for a fundraiser event and had taken the twins so they could learn about what went into having a successful one. Conway had broken some windows and tried to kidnap Hermione from the room, Ron had attacked him with his wand, and Conway left quickly.
"A little too quickly if you ask me," said Ron. "Like he was just teasing us."
Holly and Artemis told Ron and Snape to stay there just in case. A couple more Order Members were called in to help.
A couple of days passed with Holly and Artemis only taking quick breaks to sleep, one staying up to watch.
They didn't want to leave to go replenish their magic at a local hotspot, so they didn't bother to shield, trying to conserve their power.
"What could have happened?" asked Holly, while they were stopped at a stream for water. "The communicator doesn't work, we can't find him or anybody else-"
"Maybe Harry left," said Artemis, thinking. "Maybe he found Uallach and she led him somewhere else or-I don't know I'm too hungry to think."
Holly was a vegetarian and couldn't bear the thought of eating an animal. She gave Artemis her Neutrino to kill some birds which he actually managed to do. She made a fire and he cooked them and ate them. Holly had found some berries that weren't poisonous and ate them, but her tummy still rumbled.
"Please, Holly," said Artemis. "Eat some with me. I know you hate eating animals, but you need strength."
Holly, hating herself, actually ate some, although knowing what it was actually made her nauseous.
"Imagine its tofu," said Artemis. "Grilled tofu meat, made from soybeans in a factory."
Harry, trapped in his little dome, seethed. He was stuck here, with no way out and no way to save his family. Anything could be happening right now. He also getting extremely hungry and wished there was something to eat in here. A bird, a squirrel, anything. But there was nothing except grass, twigs, leaves, and snow. He couldn't even sleep to pass the time and forget his hunger. He had nothing to do but sit, worry, and crave blood.
He saw a deer pass by in the far distance, his sharp eyesight picking up the brown coat moving between the trees. Of course, it wouldn't even get close the dome, the spell keeping it away. He could faintly smell the blood pumping freely through the body and his mouth watered.
Holly and Artemis flew above the forest, skimming over trees, searching. Without their knowing, the spell caused them to always skirt away from the area Harry was trapped in and the area Uallach was in. They couldn't even see the areas because of the spell.
Uallach herself, with Conway, were in a similar dome that could be deactivated by Uallach doing the incantation with her wand.
"This is boring," said Conway. "I do wish you would just kill them and be done. The only fun I had was going to that mansion and trying to take the little pregnant bitch. Carrot top stopped me though."
"But my little game is working, and it's fun," said Uallach. "Just imagine poor little Harry, trapped, getting hungrier and hungrier and hungrier, with each passing day. No way to assuage his desire for blood-until my game comes to an end. And then I can focus on murdering the others."
She smiled brightly.
"And then I can be a vampire?" Conway asked her.
"Of course," said Uallach. "You've been my friend and stuck through me through all this, despite your whining."
Conway rolled his eyes. "You take so long to do everything. You want to play games, instead of just getting the job done."
"You'll understand when you're a vampire," said Uallach. "When you live forever, it's better to find ways to liven things up, make it more interesting. I have so many plans for when I take over the world and I have enslaved the human race. I'll make a race of vampires, all spell made so a simple silver stake through the heart won't kill them. You and I will lead them. The humans will be our food and slaves. I'll have them build me a great city, with beautiful flower gardens. I always did like flowers when I was a human, especially roses. They're pretty and they smell nice too, but the thorns hurt." She smiled at Conway. "I'm like a rose, pretty, but deadly if you screw around with me."
Conway rolled his eyes. "You're parents did you right by naming you Uallach."
Uallach smirked. "I know."
"What about the doctor guy, is he still on the boat?" asked Conway, curiously.
Uallach rolled her eyes. "Dumb little traitor. He saw what I was doing to Harry and tried to intervene. Said he felt sorry for him. So I had to kill him."
As the days passed, Uallach decided to give Holly and Artemis little glimpse of herself to make them keep chasing her. It amused her to no end.
A week and a half passed, with no headway.
"She's just toying with us," said Holly. "She's done something to Harry, I know it. We would have found each other by now. The forest is big, but it's not that big. And he does have a good sense of smell. He would have found us by now. She did something to Harry, Ginny and James. I know it."
She started to cry. Artemis hugged her.
"We can't give up!" he told her. "I don't think Uallach has killed them. She likes tormenting her pray, like a cat does with a mouse."
Nearly two weeks with no food, and Harry was ready to go crazy.
He hadn't gone this long without blood. He could think of nothing else.
Uallach finally decided to finish her plan.
Conway had gone to get some food and was bringing back a dead doe, dragging it by the feet. Uallach had left the barrier down and he found her doing something that was not part of the plan, at least not the one he knew of.
"What did you do that for?" he bellowed. "What am I supposed to do now? Go-"
"Hush now," said Uallach, stepping close to him. "This is part of the plan."
"But-you said earlier-"
"Trust me, I know what I know what I'm doing!"
"What-ugh-!"
Conway gasped, more out of shock than pain. Uallach had stuck a small silver dagger into his side and then snapped off the tip, rendering his powers useless.
Quick as a flash, Uallach stepped behind him and snaked an arm around his neck, dragging his upper body downward a bit, choking him. She took a flash and shoved the opening into his mouth.
"Drink up!" She forced the potion down Conway's neck, spilling some as he struggled to free himself.
Harry was pacing in his clearing. He needed sustenance now! He wanted to taste blood, warm fresh, flowing blood in mouth. He fidgeted, running a hand through his messy hair and suddenly-
He could smell blood. Quite close, and getting closer. He inhaled deeply, as if by smelling he could get the sustenance he craved. It merely intensified his desire, vastly.
Uallach came, a small bundle in a yellow blanket strapped to her back. She had Ginny, her hands tied behind her back. She stumbled weakly up to the barrier and sat down. Her hair was a wreck, a few clumps missing, her eyes were blackened and her nose was bloody. Her coat was zipped up and had smears of blood on it. A fresh cut on her neck glistened wetly.
Blood.
That was all Harry could think at this point. He battled in his mind, trying to force himself to think: This was his wife, not food. Uallach was trying to trick him. But the hunger crazed part of his mind said this was food and this was what he wanted.
Uallach smiled cheerily at him, her wand pointed at Ginny. "What's up? I bet you hungry. I got your kid in the blanket. He's not doing so well though. Sick, I think. But you can have him and Ginny. Nice, fresh blood. I know you're hungry so have at it."
She released the barrier with an incantation. Harry remained in a crouch, frozen. This was the longest he'd gone. A week ago, he could have still resisted. Maybe even three days ago, he could have. But this was too long. A shred of his mind said to not succumb, to ignore the smell. But he couldn't help himself. He inhaled the scent of Ginny and James's blood. Uallach took a dagger and made another cut in the neck. Not deep enough to kill, but enough to make more blood pour forth, trickling down the neck to the collarbone. Harry was enraptured and that sight was the final straw.
He lunged, fangs out, closer and closer to the blood. Ginny's eyes gazed at him with an odd look, something that he couldn't quite decipher.
Harry remembered sinking his fangs into the neck, the delicious smell, the taste as it spread over his tongue. He vaguely thought he heard a bang later and realized he had been shot, but in his blood lust, he didn't even remember hitting the ground. He only remembered blackness. He opened his eyes and feeling was returning to his body. His head pounded. It was morning now and he was lying on the ground, stunned. He realized he had been shot in the head, probably several times. Spark were dancing around his head, repairing the massive damage. He vaguely thought that nobody had ever been shot in the head so many times and lived to tell the tale.
He rolled to his side once he felt more healed and saw shreds of Ginny's clothing and her body before him, the pieces not even recognizable. He quickly made himself stop breathing, not wanting to smell it. Not believing what he had done. There was a bloody blanket by a tree, a few body bits peeking out from under its edges. Harry got up and stumbled into a tree, in horror of what he had done.
Uallach was leaning against another one, a few feet away.
"My, my, my," she said slowly. "What a surprise. I never knew hunger could drive you that far. After you drained them, you started to eat the bodies! I wouldn't have believed if I hadn't seen it myself! Your blood lust was insatiable! I had to stop you, because I wanted to save some bits to collect, for memories, you know, but you did such a job on them, I might not bother."
Harry couldn't believe it. He had killed his wife and son. Drained them and tore their bodies apart like a wild animal. He hadn't been able to control himself. He was a monster.
What would the others do when they found out? He couldn't be near anyone anymore.
Uallach toyed with a silver dagger, spinning it in her fingers. "Well, this game is over, so I guess I kill you now."
Harry would be glad to be dead. But he knew this bitch would harm others.
Uallach jumped up in the air and Harry let his wings out and jumped after her. She made to stab him in the chest, but he had deflected it with his arm and grabbed a hold of her neck. The silver made his wings go back in, and they crashed into the ground. They rolled for a minute. Uallach pulled the dagger out and Harry brought his claws out and slashed her arm, making her drop the weapon. He stabbed her in the eyes next, making her scream, infuriated. She brought her wand out and aimed a spell, but Harry dodged to the side just in time and then knocked it from her grasp.
Harry stabbed in her the chest and kicked him in the stomach, pushing his away from her. He wished he could get in his platinum ring into a cut on his body, so he would have a more powerful transformation, but he didn't have time. Uallach dived for wand again, but Harry grabbed her leg and yanked her down and toward him. Uallach jumped up and Harry reached into his pocket and brought out the bottle he had. He bashed it into Uallach's face, shattering it and spraying the potion everywhere.
He hadn't had any of the antidote in a while, so it affected him too, but Uallach got the worst. She thought her face was on fire. She screamed and swatted at her face and began vomiting all over the ground, splashing blood everywhere. Harry roared, the splash burning his face and eyes and arms. His stomach cramped up horribly. Uallach somehow managed to grab Harry by the neck, her hand soaked it in, burning his neck like lava.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed. Harry swiped his claws at her face and shoved her off, while in the process of vomiting himself.
He had never been exposed to this much of the potion so directly. The splash and whiff he'd gotten when Snape first brought it that day was nothing compared to this. It was like being submerged into molten lava. He heaved until there was nothing left. Uallach was on her hands and knees, dry heaving as well, one hand clutching her stomach, the other scrabbling around for her wand or the dagger. Harry spotted the dagger and crawled to it, wanting nothing more than to eat a great heaping pile of the antidote in the little baggy in his pocket. He forced himself to focus. He had already failed earlier, and if he failed again, and Uallach managed to kill him, she would wreck havoc on everyone else.
He grasped the dagger and drew it back; Uallach was trying to get up, screaming bloody murder and still heaving. Harry plunged it into her heart. She gave a gasp of surprise, and collapsed to her knees.
"Fuck-this isn't-"she collapsed on the ground. Harry scrambled backwards away from her and frantically rummaged in his pocket for his baggy, cramming a handful of the powdery antidote into his mouth.
The burning went away and the dry heaves stopped. His stomach felt better and he lay on the ground for a moment. Uallach lay motionless. Full of hatred for this beast, he cut her body to bits and ripped up some grass in the middle of the clearing, leaving dirt. He piled her body bits onto the dirt and piled twigs and kindling on it and lit it with the lighter in his pocket. He sat up against a tree, watching the parts burn. Uallach deserved to burn. If he could, he would have blasted her ashes into space, so no part of her remained on this earth. She was a monster.
Like him.
He couldn't even bare to look at the body bits of his wife and son behind him. The silver dagger lay next to him. He eyed it. If the others found out what he had done, they would likely have him arrested and put to death, or put in Azkaban. He had failed; despite the training he had put himself through in the gym those days. He had used his own family for food and then destroyed their bodies, like a beast.
He picked the dagger up. Better to end it now. He couldn't bear the sorrow, the sadness, the agonizing grief ripping through him. Never again would he hold Ginny, run his hands through her hair, hear her laughter or talk to her again. Never again would he hold his son, feed him, play with him, cuddle him until he fell asleep, or hear his sweet babbling again.
They were all gone and he would never see them again.
He settled the dagger over where his heart was and plunged the tip in, pushing hard; to make sure it stayed in good. He felt the pain, the cold silver piercing his skin, sliding between the ribs, and into the heart. He felt sick and ill. His skin started to turn gray and the veins stood out. He collapsed backwards on the ground. The leaves and the patch of blue sky started to get blurry.
"Goodbye Ginny and James," he whispered, as the world around him got fuzzier and darker. "I love you…"
Then everything went black and he knew nothing at all.
There is one more chapter left, which will be up very soon.