Prince of Death
By: The Potters of the Future
Beta Reader: Winged Seer Wolf
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Reviews for Chapter 24
belle hawk:
I don't think that he'll tell Hermione until he trusts her more. But Harry also was always around other demigods. No he doesn't want Hermione's approval just wants her to stop annoying him. I don't think he's making lovey dovey with everyone take Ron and Percy but he does understand that Hermione isn't good with people as she's never really learnt as a child.
Pleasant Sea Nights:
Thanks glad I'm still going strong. I don't think Harry trusts mortals enough to tell her yet as a child he was always an outcast because of who his father was. That seems like a Hermione thing to do. Snape could find out whilst stalking – ahem spying – on Harry for Dumbledore because Dumbledore suspects Harry of using dark magic for the fear thing. I just thought it was a funny sentence to use.
Chapter 25
Lightening Lessons
A week later Harry, Neville and Hermione made their way down to the Quidditch Pitch nervously. None of them wanted to be here. Harry had tried faking illness but apparently that could be detected with magic. He tried to just avoid it but unfortunately it was directly after Transfiguration and McGonagall had made sure they all got to the Quidditch grounds alright mainly because she was obsessed about Quidditch. Harry's battle senses a.k.a. ADHD was acting up because it sensed impeding doom.
The rest of their year was very excited especially Ron Weasley who was almost as bad as Draco Malfoy where it came to Quidditch. Actually Harry felt had it not been for their fathers the two boys would have gotten on very well. They were both as annoying as each other that were certain. Dean didn't think that anything could way up to football. He obviously had never played capture the flag before. That really was the best sport ever invented. Not that it classed as a sport. But Harry certainly enjoyed it safe on the ground away from Zeus' thunderbolts.
'Well you can't be any worse than me,' Neville said bracingly. 'I'll probably end up falling off the broom.'
'I'm more worried about being in the sky,' Harry said shivered. 'I haven't been since the plane crash…' his voice trailed off.
'You were in a plane crash?' asked Hermione shocked and worried.
'My family were the only ones who survived and only because I accidentally apparated us away before we went down,' Harry said.
'No wonder you're scared of heights,' breathed Neville.
'You have reason too,' Hermione smiled at him. 'I mean your Uncle Algie,' Hermione pursed her lips.
Neville smiled slightly, 'thanks Mione.'
Hermione just shrugged, 'come on let's go face the music.'
'Our execution,' Harry said gloomily.
'Stop being such a wimp, Potter,' sneered Malfoy.
'You didn't say that on the train,' Harry said coolly.
Malfoy gulped and hurried on obviously not wanting to be almost knifed – again. Harry, Hermione and Neville were the last ones there and were hoping to be told they were too late and couldn't join in. No such luck unfortunately. Madam Hooch hurried them along and made them each stand by a broomstick. They seemed to stand extremely close to one enough taking comfort in each other's presence. Harry shivered at the trees hoping no monsters would come out of that forest. It was far darker and more dangerous looking than the forest around Camp Half Blood.
'Well what are you wait for?' she barked. 'Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on hurry up.'
Harry had a feeling that this last instruction was mainly to Harry and his friends who were anything but compliant with her instructions. Harry glanced at the broomstick as though it was going to deliver him right into the jaws or death. It didn't look particularly safe even if it had been sensible for him to go into the sky. It looked old and worn and very much like a toy one a kid would have for Halloween unlike Cat's broom which was dark, elegant, sleek and beautiful even if it would be a death trap for Harry.
'Stick your right hand over your broom and say "Up",' she ordered.
'Up,' all the students shouted.
Harry's voice wavered the most when he said it. Neville and Hermione close behind him. None of them could make the broom come to them. The ones who had rode brooms before it worked pretty well for them. They waited for their next instructions when Hooch gave up on them succeeding and told them to just pick them up. Harry sighed he had been hoping that like with learning to fly Pegasi he would be deemed so awful that he should just leave. But apparently he wasn't allowed to leave until the end of the lesson.
'Potter,' snapped Hooch. 'Come up and demonstrate.'
'What but Ma'am,' Harry said pale faced. 'I can't.'
'Coward,' muttered Malfoy very audibly.
'Five points from Slytherin, Mr Malfoy,' Hooch said. 'Now there's nothing to be afraid of, Mr Potter.'
'Please Ma'am the last time I was in our plane crashed,' Harry begged. 'I can't go in the air.'
'You have to get over your fears,' Hooch said sternly. 'It will help me in the long run.'
'No it won't,' muttered Harry.
This was obviously the wrong thing to say, 'Mr Potter if you don't come and get on your broom right this second I will tie you to the broom and send you to the moon.'
'It's not like I'll get that far,' Harry thought gloomily.
'Please, ma'am this is a suicide mission,' Harry said.
'No it is not,' bit out the flying instructor. 'It's a shame your father's passion was Quidditch.'
Harry didn't say anything to that. It was obviously meant to inspire in to be more like his "father". But his father didn't like Quidditch. His father was the ruler of the underworld. But what could he say in response to that. He guessed that James Potter was in love with Quidditch but he couldn't say the same thing. Actually he could say the exact opposite. Harry looked up at the small smattering of clouds as though they were going to eat him up. They looked peaceful. But he knew soon as he left the ground that would all change.
'Now to mount your broom you grip tightly onto the angular handle,' instructed the woman.
'Do I have to?' Harry tried again.
'Just do it,' Harry could tell she was quickly loosing patience with him.
Harry gulped and nodded gripping tightly with his sweaty, deathly pale hands onto the beech wood handle. He could feel himself shaking. Harry was normally pale but now he looked like death warmed up. Harry was sure you could find vampires who had more colour than he did. He looked up at the sky. There was more cloud cover now. He was sure nobody else would notice after all it was Scotland and the weather was changeable but Harry knew that this was Zeus preparing for when a son of the Underworld entered his territory.
'Please,' Harry began.
'You know if you stopped complaining it would be over quicker,' Hooch said coldly.
'That's what I'm worried about,' muttered Harry.
'Now when you mount slide to the end with you will feel a notch in the broom that will support your weight,' Hooch said. 'In later versions they have seats but we'll make do with enchantments to stop you falling off the end.'
This hardly reassured Harry at all. He looked beseechingly at the teacher one last time and clambered ungracefully onto the broom. Once he was seated he hoped she'd let him go because he'd shown the class how to mount the broom and he was sure by the fact Malfoy was clutching his side and more than one of the Gryffindors were suppressing smiles and the Slytherins were all smirking superiorly at him that he'd given the class no small amount of amusement. Surely he'd paid his due.
'Now Mr Potter I would like you to kick off from the ground hard. Keep your broom steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly.'
She couldn't be serious. Could she? Couldn't she see the storm clouds that were quickly gathering overhead? Did she really have no idea what danger was lurking. Honestly mortals they were so blind. And wizards weren't even full mortals. They had to be able to sense something right? Harry looked up into the yellow eyes of Rolanda Hooch eyes wide. There was no way he was doing this. Not for all the jewels in the Underworld which with expenses was decreasing day by day. Harry just shook his head.
'No bloody way,' Harry said.
'Have it your way,' Hooch said in a way Harry didn't like. 'Fugere.'
Suddenly a sharp bolt of cold silver light hit the end of his broomstick and pushed him up slightly. Harry tried desperately to get off but unfortunately the broom had a failsafe charm that stopped the children falling off the broom when they were learning. This, of course, meant that Harry was stuck on a broom that was taking him further and further into Zeus' domain. He gripped onto the broomstick as he felt a sudden gust of low wind take him higher. The sky turned black as night and not comfortingly like the underworld. Wind, rain and lightening whipped around his head.
Hermione on the ground watched as Harry was taken further and further by the wind. The weather was acting very peculiarly. It was almost as if it had been waiting for Harry to come into its domain and now it had Harry it had no intention of letting him go. Hermione screamed when he was just missed by a bolt of lightening. Neville hid his eyes behind his hands like a child playing peek a bow even the Slytherins were no longer smirking and sneering. It seemed the prats also didn't want to see a death on the grounds of Hogwarts where it was supposed to be safe.
'Come back boy,' Madam Hooch shouted.
Rolanda knew that by now the boy couldn't hear her. But she couldn't help but shout it. Rolanda felt sick to the stomach. She had caused this. She knew it. She didn't know what was happening all she knew that the boy would either plunge to his death or be struck by the lightening. She had never in all her years flying and all years as a Professional Seeker she had never seen anything like this. And the worse thing was that Potter knew that this would happen. All the fear, all the begging not to go up into the sky even the comment about it being over quicker but what could she do now?
Harry heard Hooch's shout but with Zeus controlling his broomstick it wasn't like he could do anything to stop it. Then another blast of lightening that Harry couldn't avoid. Harry screamed smelling burning flesh and hair that was familiar from when he had broke the rules and investigated the fields of punishment. Suddenly he was falling down and down and down. Harry wasn't sure if he was falling into death, unconsciousness or onto the Quidditch. But whatever it was he could just barely make out screams of friends and not so friendly classmates before everything went black.
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Will Harry survive?
Will Madam Pomfrey find anything unusual in his blood?
What will she say about his core body temperature?
Will he's hypothermic?
Will she tell Dumbledore?
Will Snape get involved?
Will his blood be harvested?
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Chapter 26: Poppy's Discovery
Harry's first visit to the hospital ends up with the healer discovering something very unusual about her famous patient.
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- The Potters of the Future and her Winged Seer Wolf
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