Betrayal and Innocents Death

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Fanfiction By: Star2000fire

Chapter Six:

Shades of Danceing Gray:
Mist's of Insanity...
...Shadow's of Madness

Part: A

Disclaimer: I don't Own it, It's not Mine, Wish it was, but it's not.
ALL spelling error's are mine.

Warning for this chapter: Hmm, pretend death, torture, dark things, err, not sure what else but I know there's tons i've been missing.

Author's Note:

So you know the new HPHPHPHP is so people know where the break is from now on.

1. Sang, French meaning Blood
2. Rufus, Latian meaning Red

If anyone know's Moony's true eye color please share.

Response:

jenn.leslie: It's nice to hear from you again, and as alway's, I am so very glad you are still likeing the story.

Kyntor: Well gee, of course they do, THIS IS A FANFICTION, meaning the character's a most likely, OUT of character. and you try haveing a seemingly insane wizard, who's possible stronger then Voldemort, pissed at you and not get scared. smirk and anyways, like I said it's a fanfic, meaning the character's are most likely not like they normaly are. I don't write fanfiction so the character's are. it's.. stupied. because I, frankly can not KNOW how those character's would act if it was indeed supposed to LOOK like they would, because I didn't create them. Nod so Im sorry if they're NOT how you would see them act.

Priya Ashok: Thank you Priya for your kind words. and I will try and keep my updates almost daily, but I do have some bad news, Sunday I am probably not gonna have internet, well sunday night anyways. seeing as I have to go to my apartment, which currently doesn't even have telephone so I can't even fall back on dial up. but, fear not it should only be one day. we hope.

FienX: Right. thanks for commenting.

Jimbocous : Ohh ohh god, I love your Review. your right, it is gonna be hard to avoid the Cliche, Obvious or other wise, with Percy.

...Now on with the show...

Last time :

Severus looked up and saw the emotionless mask on Potter's face. and shiverd. what had happend to the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve and his emotions on his face?
Answer, they sent him to Azkaban for Fifteen year's before he escaped.

Potter's voice jerked him into awareness. "Well, seem's I'll be dealing with the Demeantors first.." he seemed deadly series and Severus shiverd. Deal exactly how, was what he wanted to ask.

Harry Potter returned to Azkban prison two day's later, Green eye's frosty and ice cold as he stalked toward's the building itself. gaurd's who'd forgotten him stared in shock as Harry Potter, the boy who lived, walked toward's Azkaban as if it ment nothing to him. and indeed it didn't.

It was just the building they impisoned him with.
a place of old nightmare's and fears.
Harry Had made peace with his demons, and if not peace, then at least beaten them into submission. he stepped into the Front door and felt the chill as Demeantors came toward's him.

"Now now, You do want to play nice..don't you?"
Harry's voice was bright, warm, and seemed to frezze the Demeantors in their place's as if they'd hesitated.
"I had a freind come to visit me a while back, you might remember him, Graying hair, amber eye's, none human. "

His tone was light and teaseing, as if he wasn't beyond livid.
Shifting on his feet, Harry tiped his head a little. now he didn't want to destroy them, they where, after all, only doing what was in their natures.
but they were also a danger to anyone. "Hmm.." he could bind them to that rock, so they couldn't leave it or they died. and make it so only a prisoner with a ceteran mark..he shook his head. no that could lead to innocent people being put in here.. but hten again hadn't that happend not once, but twice? maybe more? how many other's had been put in here against their will and innocent?

Shifting on his feet he tiped his head back and closed his eye's, fighting down the need to scream. then he had it. he'd let the magic pick the course of action. settling so he stood centerd, he kept his eye's cloths and held onto his staff with both hands.

He lifted his staff up into the air and slamned the but down on the ground, once, twice, thrice.
on the third down ward slamn magic slamned outwards as he screamed in pain.. this wasn't magice he was used to, this was magic that shouted that it was alive through out his system, it tore through him leaveing, at least in his mind, blood behind before healing it. wave after wave crashed from his body as he acted as a sort of Condunit.

It pulsed outwards, and grew stronger and stronger, magic reaching out like the impatient hands of children for a sweet.
it tore thorugh the entire building of Azkaban, soaked into the ground, and wrapped around those traped within it's depth's..

HPDMHPDMHPDMHP

Severus's head rose as he felt magic comeing, strong magic, and set to what, felt like to him, was going to tear his and Hagrid's hut to shreds with it's force.. he ran into his son's room, and threw up the strongest sheild he could think of surrounding hte little bed and the child sleeping there in.. and blacked out soon after the magic slamned into the sheild.


HPDMHPDMHPDMHP


Albus Dumbledore Looked up from some papers he was reading over, map's, notations he had made on the boy, Harry potter, for the past few years, as a wave of magic slamned into the school, The sheilds that had protected Hogwarts, shudderd and he could feel the crack's forming. as headmaster of the school he was tied into the Wards.

"Good God's what is this?" he asked no one, and everyone, looking at the portriat's for help. one of the very oldest was white in his painting and Albus focused on him while also mentaly re affirming the wards, strengthening them, but it was like building a small wall, when the Flood was all around you and hungery for you to fall. "Vanyal, what is this..why's this happening?" he snapped at the young man in the painting, even though his face was young, his hair was White, as if he were an old man with a young man's face. "A Magi has been awoken and is calling on magic to deal with a problem." was the shakie response.

Albus felt his face pale. a true magi? not a Wizard or Witch, but a Magi. there hadn't been one for thousand's of years. "Can you tell if their good or ..or.." Vanyal broke him off. "Magic is nethir good nor evil albus dumbledore, you know this.."

Albus broke off before he'd started his response to that little response as he pushed more magic into the sheilds, he had student's here that he had to protect.
soon though he passed out as well, unable to take the strain he'd put his body through.


HPDMHPDMHPDMHP

When Harry opend his eye's and blinked, he saw the same building but..diffrent. magic shone off of the walls, it was actully repaired, and the doors had changed. each cell still held it's prisoner but now they couldn't leave.
Harry could still feel the Demeantor's. but it was fainter, as if they'd lost much of their powers. or they no longer affected him.
"Hm wonder..exactly what I did?" he asked out loud and turned moveing along the halls searching for the demeantors.
no matter where he searched, he couldn't find them, but he could feel them, it was.unnerveing. and the feeling of demeantors grew the closer he got to any of the cell's with people in them. but when he looked in, there was no demeantors. he shook his head, turned and left.
He had no doubt he'd find out what the magic had done with the demeantors later.