Oceanbreeze7 here!
Pairings (Relationships): Not many if any. There may be slight LutainXNagini close to the end, do not expect any infatuation or love interest to be different from the books/movie.
Warnings: Some parts may be slightly graphic for young readers. I shall not be held responsible if writing is to strong or you do not feel comfortable to read. Viewer discretion is advised (I've always wanted to say that!) Some parts may have bad language, or blood. This is not intended for the weak hearted to read during Death Eater raids.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I however own the sole plot idea as well as a few creatures/characters such as Lutain and Skylar. I do not own the spells (even if you have not heard of them) They are the slightly altered word or combined words in the Latin language.
Okay everyone, i'm sure that you won't actually like the ending to this, but it was the only way i could dig my way out of a pit i wrote myself into...
Sorry, hope you all don't hate Lutain too much.
I wrote ALOT, hopefully this will last you as i write on how to successfully end this book- how long i've worked for it...
I will be answering reviews at the bottom.
Lutain was coiled loosely around the feet of his Master's father. Nagini herself was awake and lounging evenly on the shoulders of her Master, watching the army with narrowed eyes.
Such a strange army it was- filled with so many scents.
The smell of wet dog- similar to poodle was around the air. As well as the smell of a rotting living corpse, Vampires they were called.
Not to mention the acidic cold dusty smell of Shades, circling high above.
He watched in fascination, as the protection barrier of the large den glowed, before shrinking, and Lutain heard screams in the distance.
Then, he started slithering forward with dozens of more different snakes.
"Attack!" Lutain loudly hissed, the other serpents obeying immediately on their parts, shooting off over the covered bridge towards some boy that had the faint smell of sugar on him as he ran.
"Foolish humans- we will kill you." Lutain hissed, but not moments before he made it over the bridge did a loud boom of an exploding Muggle bomb go off, breaking it and allowing several followers to fall down towards the craggy rocks far below.
"Nagini!" Lutain spun, hissing loudly towards the snake on the other side, who watched with displeasure.
"Find and kill them, Lutain! I shall find another way!" She hissed back, vanishing into the mass of panicking people.
"Stupify!" Lutain dodged right, avoiding the spell and snapping himself onto the leg of some Irish sounding human- that was for killing his species there.
He reared, watching his kin take down dozens of screaming and shouting wizards in their own tongue.
Lutain smirked ever so slightly-
Oh how he enjoyed this.
x-(X)-x
Remus Lupin watched the castle as he heard screams and flares of sudden fire, from miles away.
"Don't do this." Tonks whispered from her spot next to the older male.
"I have too, Tonks." Remus murmured, looking at her as she had tears in her eyes. She sniffled slightly, looking down at her slightly bulging stomach, lightly petting it as if it was a pet.
"No you don't! We could run away! Not come back- flee to Asia or America! We coul-"
"We can't, Nymphadora." Remus said firmly, watching as another big ball of fire turned in the air- churning up all the smoke.
"But why not?" She whispered, looking at the castle with trembling lips.
"Shadow is…Shadow….He's my godson." Remus strained, not actually sure on how to phrase that, Tonks spun, looking at him with disbelief and slowly paling face.
"Tell me this is a joke; tell me you didn't commit yourself to that monster's welfare." She whispered, and Remus solemnly turned away, not saying anything.
The nearby trees moved with small cracking sounds, similar to popping knuckles. Their leafless arms reached out, as if towards the castle, and a rustling groan swept through the forest, nearly masking the sound of heavy swooping wings in the distance, getting steadily closer.
"What's that?" Tonks whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the trees, their limbs brushing against one another, or snapping in the wind of the wings heard, now stronger.
"I…I do not know." Remus murmured drawing his wand just to be sure, Tonks did the same, pointing it upwards and waiting for whatever beast it was.
Just over the tops of the trees, fast black shapes flapped past. Smaller than a dragon, and most certainly bonier, flying with a smooth and yet sad grace towards the fire so far away.
"Thestrals." Remus whispered, and the lead Thestral- one with silver eyes, turned its head, scanning over the two wizards before giving a booming call all of the other mimicked in a sound combined to create a symphony of a thousand ghosts haunting.
Then, it turned, flapping a few more times before angling the membranes of its wings to slope downwards, already in a quick-paced trot towards the two.
Up close, Remus could see the differences in this Thestral than all of the others. Its mane was longer, and more scars graced its wings ever so slightly. Its bones and body were larger than all of the others, and the silver eyes watched with a strange human intelligence as it approached, looking from Remus to Tonks than back.
It than, ever so slowly, lowered itself into a small ready position, lowering its wing as it could be grabbed for use of a handrail.
"Please Remus." Tonks whispered, looking at him, and he quickly gave a small peck on her cheek, before rising onto the Thestral, locking his knees firmly in its ribs.
"Find a home, Nymphadora, because I will be coming back." He smiled, and the Thestral turned, tail swishing as it readied itself for flight, kicking up dirt with its clawed hooves as it jumped high into the air, catching up with its herd.
Still in the clearing, in the shadows of the cracking trees, Tonks smiled ever so slightly, sadly. Her blinks forming tears that ran down her face, pale with worry.
"Come back safe." She whispered, looking down at her slightly swollen belly, as if that was the single thing anchoring her to this world.
In addition, the trees chattered once again, cracking and cracking, limbs reaching and stretching.
The Thestrals flew.
x-(X)-x
Hours and the battle had been moved, forcing its way inside the castle where students and parents of the students continued to fight, putting more and more effort into it as their work seemed hopeless to the actual outcome of the fight.
Skylar Potter stood on the inside of the castle, looking out from a window as countless people he had come to know fought for him.
His knuckles clenched.
"I should be down there fighting." He murmured, looking back at a large cluster of first years that were, quite plainly, terrified.
"No! You'll get hurt-"
"This is what I was born for!" Skylar screeched, looking at the first year boy who looked as if he had been struck.
"I'm supposed to defeat the Dark Lord! Well, this seems to be the time where I am! Don't you get it? This is the final battle! Right now!"
The kids were quiet, not saying a single thing, and Skylar scowled, watching as the first wave of Death Eaters pulled back, leaving the injured and the dead in their wake.
It was classic Death Eater style, the first wave was to overwhelm the enemy, cause them to be worse than they normally would be, and then attack in smaller more trained groups.
He waited a few seconds before turning, running as fast as he could down the moving staircases. They seemed to notice his urgency and gave him the fastest route possible down the winding halls.
He burst through the front door, running towards where he previously spotted his parents, and indeed, they were still there.
James was kneeling next to a witch, and he had his head bowed over her. A sudden burst of fear took Skylar, and he quickly looked right, sighing I relief as he saw his mother, safe excluding a cut on her left cheek.
"Sky!" Lily cried, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight breathless hug. He eagerly gave it back, looking around at everyone else.
Almost everyone was injured; there was a sixth year on the steps, using magic to help a silently crying second year who had bone sticking out of her leg.
A seventh year was levitating corpses as he walked towards the great hall- Skylar had heard that they were being set up, ready for anyone to view the dead.
"Thank Merlin you're alright." She whispered into his hair, and he did nothing, he pulled away after a few seconds, pulling out his wand and looking at the bridge where the Death Eaters retreated moments before.
"The Diadem is gone, mum." Skylar murmured softly, and she froze, silently counting, yet not able to grasp them mentally.
"That's the diadem, the book, him, and the cup. Now, we need to get that snake of his, the ring on…Shadow, and we are good. We're so close." He whispered, and Lily trembled softly.
"Kill the snake." She whispered, and Skylar very softly repeated it, before breaking away and walking towards the Weasleys, who now were busy trying to build a few defenses.
"Great news, Skylar. Charlie's on his way." Fred gave a small smile, looking away.
Skylar frowned.
"Charlie? When did he leave?"
"Oh! He floo'd back to Romania to get Eland." George supplied, poking his way around.
"And…Eland is?" Skylar asked once more, this time, both twins smirked.
"His Dragon." They mimicked in sink, causing Skylar to swallow dryly and not ask any questions this time.
A dragon…he could live with that. Certainly was not the worst thing he had fought along with.
x-(X)-x
Far too quickly, they had returned.
People were fighting like mad wizards, blasting all things with a black cloak.
"Been a while since we've fought like this!" Jasmine Lynner, a sixth year panted, back to back with Skylar.
"I don't think I've fought so hard in my life!" Skylar panted back, sending a stunner at a Death Eater, who in turn, sent an unforgivable.
"Duck!" Jasmine shrieked, pushing him aside as a chunk of rock from the ledge above fell from a misdirected curse, nearly crushing him to nothing.
"Thanks!" Skylar breathed, sending a Body Binding curse at another cloaked Death Eater.
"No Pro- Watch out!" She screamed, and Skylar glanced up to see something furry and on four legs lunge at him.
Jasmine shove him aside, screaming as something started to maul her- biting deep into her shoulder and taking gouges out of her ribs, and side.
"Bombarda!" Skylar screamed, and the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, snarled as he jumped out of the way, blood painting his jaw as he cruelly smirked, bounding away for a new victim.
Jasmine was on the ground, gasping with a gurgling noise- Skylar could see the agony on her face, and just how deep the teeth had torn into her jugular- she would not live.
"I'm sorry." Skylar whispered, she weakly reached up, and Skylar looked away.
"S-Stupify." He stuttered, feeling almost as if he casted the killing curse as it hit her, causing her to relax, and drift to death more soothingly than any other alternative.
'Did I just kill someone?'Skylar thought, a horrible feeling in his gut as he forced the bile down once more.
He gasped as he heard a girl scream- it brought him back to realization.
He did not have time to have sorrow.
He rolled, dodging a bright killing green curse that smashed into the wall behind him- since when had they been forced into the entry hall?
Another flash of light, and something gave large earsplitting shrieks before diving at the Death Eaters, who screams, clutching their ears.
Skylar glanced back, seeing who had just saved him from what could have been a death, a rather ruddy one at that.
Luna Lovegood looked at him, her normally void looking eyes filled with sadness, as if in her entire life, she was born for that one moment, to conjure a swarm of Howlish Pixies.
There was a moment in the battle, where to Skylar the only thing he heard was his breath, everything else was blurred, and he watched as Luna looked away and sighed, ending the stream of creatures before tucking a strand of her wispy hair behind her ear, where it fell out of the loose ponytail on her neck.
She casted one last look at him, before turning, walking calmly up the stairs, ignoring the Death Eaters, slipping between them before they had time to react, leaving behind a horrible mess in her wake.
Skylar exhaled, suddenly everything caught up with him, and he ducked, avoiding a curse coming his way.
He panted, running up the entrance steps; hopefully the staircases could help him gain an advantage with his constantly moving ground.
"Giant!" He briefly heard a kid he recognized shout- Ernie was it? He spared a glance backwards, gasping as a large giant with moldy grey and green skin roared, bloodshot eyes with spit and snot dripping down its tough hide, brandishing a club taller than Skylar himself.
"Run!" Skylar shouted at the kids below, and currently it did not matter to them who shouted it, they were darting up the stairs while the older kids took time to shoot off animation spells as fast as they could.
'What are they-'Skylar's thinking cut shorts as he noticed numerous statues beginning to blink and move with a grinding noise? A statue of a knight on a horse suddenly reared, charging the giant with a marble lance, stabbing it deep into the giants thigh before the horse cantered around the swinging club and the knight drew out a sword from his sheath.
"Come on!" A kid shouted, not waiting to see the rather magnificent battle of the knight and the beast.
"I'm coming!" Skylar shouted up, now noticing that he was the only student at the bottom of the steps- and the knights and soldiers were not holding back onto of the mountain trolls rushing towards him.
"Bombarda!" Skylar shouted, barely thinking as he blasted the bottom quarter of the moving stairs off, sending wood and rock flying, the troll grunted under the strain of throwing a rock aside.
"Mobiliarus!" Skylar shouted, using the spell on the staircase- and it swung incredibly quickly. Skylar yelped, grabbing onto the railing for support at the fast speed he swung on.
The giant shrieked in pain as the jagged edge of the staircase slashed his chest cavity open, and he fell, moaning as he slowly bled out.
Once again, Skylar was forced to hold down bile.
"Children! Get to the towers!" Professor Slughorn suddenly shouted, causing Skylar to snap his head up to watch.
All of the teachers and adults had a sense and look of foreboding, as if a great evil was about to walk the halls- and Skylar preyed that it would not be Voldemort himself.
Then, Professor Slughorn pointed his wand, watching as a bright happy silver Greyhound busted out, charging like a mad coyote towards the front doors, barking, slobber flying everywhere.
Then, a calm cooler cat darter off, followed by a swiftly running horse, a running mink, and countless other Patronus, charging towards the open front doors.
"What is it Mum? Are Dementors coming?" Ron Weasley loudly asked, and Skylar did well to listen in, trying to understand what was going on.
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall spoke, regret thick in her voice as she looked at the cat by her feet, watching the door.
Then, a whispery voice like the wind was faintly heard, growing stronger until it was shrieks of laughter or insane screams and shrieks in the wind, laughter among insane.
"Merlin." Lily Potter whispered, looking out of a nearby window near the entry hall, gasping as a large black cloud was steadily moving fast towards the school…getting closer and closer…
"Oi! Listen up kiddies!" Fred shouted, taking a risk to jump onto the banister railing, casting a sticking charm on his feet. Moments later, George joined him.
"If any of you can cast a Patronus-"George continued, only mixing with Fred as they shouted loudly, "Do it now!"
"If not- cast the lightest spell you know! Cast Lumos for all us care- but whatever you do-"Fred hollered.
"Don't go into the shadows!" They finished in sync, pointing their wands upwards as two glowing parrots flapped out into the air, and slowly, more and more Patronus joined them, charging towards the front door.
The first hiss was heard.
"Light! Burning Light! The foolish wisssardsss! They reek of the light!" A black smoke creature shrieked who had gone too close to a window before swerving away, but already they were dominating the field.
A mountain troll had been left outside, feeling victorious as if crushed the annoying knight, but screamed as pain laced through its body in utter agony. Shades, creatures attacked in the numbers of a locust swarm, tearing at its hide as a sand storm wound, eventually leaving nothing but a bleached skeleton and blood from the ravenous hunger of the dark.
This brought out a few more Patronus.
"They're in the castle!" Hermione Granger shouted from the very top of the stairs, a grouped of students shooting off spells as the swerving spitting and hissing cloud of smoke.
An otter burst through the creature, and it shrieked, before another one swiped through, the badgers silver paws ripping the black monster to shreds before it dropped to the floor, convulsing, and thinned, to a black ink and rancid smelling puddle of rotting corpse.
Skylar swallowed, this would be a tough fight…
A doe and a stag joined the battle.
x-(X)-x
"The light! It burnsss ussss!" A shade shrieked as it recoiled away from the castle's walls.
Dark Inig was getting rather fed up with all of the complaints of the Shades, Dark Nait was getting almost as mad also- he always was the calmer one.
"Than avoid it you foolsss!" Dark Inig shrieked, and the few Shades nearby flinched away, trying in a swarm to get into it by other means.
"Thisss isss preposssterousss." Dark Nait scowled, hovering and watching the swarms, faintly tasting the Death Eaters in the distance, allowing the Shades to try a go at the castle.
"Yesss, but what elssse to expect from sssuch low life ssscum?" Inig growled, looking away from the swarms and watching the silver creatures in the doorway attack the Shades that grew too close.
"Sssay, would thessse creaturesss underssstand that we hold more than one form?"
Inig spun to look at Nait, a four fanged grin on her smoke lips, and together, they dove down below, shifting and allowing snow white ivory skin to take place of black smoke, black ripped cloaks similar to that of a Dementor hung from their increasingly skinny frame, sunken empty eye sockets and four fangs poked through the thin mangled lips on Inig, and the hollow flesh missing on Nait's cheekbones.
"Thisss form isss not commonly usssed." Nait noticed, looking at the arms that had bones easily visible, flesh missing n chunks to show rotting muscles.
"The creaturesss should not be aware of our abilitiesss- are you able to ussse the human tongue on your form?"
"I believe sssso." Niat hissed, dropping the jaw lacking muscles and twitching the rather snake like looking black forked tongue- the words were hisses, but recognizable in the human tongue.
"Yesss." He hissed, and Inig turned back towards the doors, slowly starting forward in a scraping pace, rotten feet dragging on the ground, leaving putrid yellow goo behind.
Niat was slightly better, picking up the strange limbs as he was fascinated by the next form, he had used it often In the other realm, as his Nightmare enjoyed his also.
"Help!" Niat screeched, his vocal chords snapping, and with a frown, he pulled at the throat of his body, yanking them back into place. The screech could be passed off as being a hoarse voice however.
"There are people out there!" They heard screaming, and in the wall of silver creatures, there was a gap, allowing them to slip into the building in a lumbering slow pace. Inig dropped her head, the long black snarled hair blocking her face from view.
"The monssstersss want to kill usss!" Niat hissed, and one of the kids frowned, nearest to them, noticing that something was wrong.
"What happened to your voice? You sound like a snak- Merlin! You're eyes! You're face! Professor! Help!" The kid screamed, and Inig lunged forward, grabbing his neck and clamping onto his throat with the four fangs, ripping half of his head clean off as blood dripped over her porcelain skin, making it a bright crimson.
"Lumos!"
Niat shirked back as a bright stinging light was brought near him, he hissed and recoiled, as did Inig, spitting insults in Shade speak- immediately recognizable among the humans.
"You foolsss! You are already dead!"
"What? James! Hurry!" a female with red hair shouted, sending a doe at the two, they skirted backwards, and looked upwards as a man rushed down the steps, causing Niat to hesitate ever so slightly.
"You bare the tassste of our Nightmare Black."
"…wha?" James blinked in utter confusion, Inig and Niat looked at each other, dropping their jaws to speak.
"Thisss mortal, what should we do with him, Inig?"
"…Our Nightmare may not wish for sssuch brutality on our part. He may ssstill be ussseful." Inig hissed, causing the man to growl ever so softly before responding loudly.
"Yeah and I'm right here! So, what are you? A hybrid between a Dementor and human? A ghost? Wraith?"
"You ignorant moron!" Inig hissed, such insults wanted her to snap his neck.
"We are that of the great raccce of the Shadesss, the darknesss of the night. Your darkessst fearsss, and worssst emotionsss."
"And that's what Shadow is, eh?" James stuck his chin up in fury, eyes glowing with hatred.
"That child hasss not earned the title of Shade in our realm, such half-breed isss not welcome there without having completed sssuch tasssk that would welcome him. You asssk too many quessstionsss, mortal, Nightmare would grant you death!"
James yelped and stumbled back as the mutilated female girl screeched and jumped him, knocking him backwards, as he hit the stone floor, his wand clattered out of his hands, and the girl pulled back, hissing wildly to show four wickedly long fangs, about to pierce his throat.
"No!" He shouted, driving his knee up to propel the girl forward, and he aimed upwards with his fist, driving it strongly up into the ribcage, or where it would have been.
He gagged as he felt something slippery and slimy as his hand delved into the decomposing rib cage, he yanked it out, as well as a few smelly chunks of unrecognizable goop. He shook his hand, trying to get the yellow puss off of it, and glanced back at the girl from where he had thrown her.
The girl was on her side, the tattered cloak lying around her as if a wind had spread it. Her jaw was slack and the empty gouges for her eyes were looking at nothing, one long talon hand was pressed to the massive fist sized hole in her obvious ribcage- showing through the cloak where the ivory white skin was black and purple, yellow puss and rotting muscle and bone chunks under the skin, oozing out something rather disgusting looking.
"Inig!" The male, a more formed creature hissed, snapping his neck around to look at James in obvious hatred, and he jumped, swinging his legs forward to hit James with what felt like a Bludger- an impossible strength in one so small.
"Merlin! What are they feeding you?" James wheezed out, sucking in air in a plethora.
"Desssire, wishesss of mortalsss before we drank their blood and sssoals." Niat hissed, reaching forward and grabbing James by the front of his cloak, lifting him into the air by the deadly curved talons of ebony black, hatred in the empty eye sockets and cheek less face.
"You are to die, Potter. And their isss nothing you can do about it."
"Expecto Patronum!"
A silver hare bounded through the air, and collided hard into the forearm of Niat, causing him to screech in pain and drop James who panted, watching in morbid fascination as the child clutched his arm as the pale white skin simply fell apart, skin dropping like a wet Daily Prophet, falling to the ground followed by clumps of gelatinous goop and muscle and bone tissue, similar to the stuffing of a turkey.
"Luna!" James wheezed, looking at the blonde girl who had the silver eyes, frowning at the scene. The hare had returned to her side, and she looked at the hissing male shade.
"You! I tassste your magic! You foul usss! Leave usss, wretch!" He spat, and the boy clutched the stump of his forearm.
"Leave usss, or the mortal will die."
James held his breath as he saw an arm come into his sight, long curved talons pressed to his throat and the gross feeling of something wet draining through his cloak to touch the skin of his back- the putrid rancid smell of rotting meat…
James spun, shifting in one fluid motion, and with a snort, sent his rack of antlers cleanly through the torso of the female girl, stabbing through her body in several spots, lifting her into the air like a limp rag doll and shaking his antlers quickly.
He heard something tear, and nickered loudly as something hot and bubbly dripped onto his snout, he bucked, kicking back and throwing the girl into the wall, where a loud snap was heard.
The girl slid down the wall, leaning upwards to look at what was left of her body, the mangled living corpse she was in.
From her waist on her right side, a narrow line of holes led up to the giant hollow of her ribs, cutting through until all that was connecting her lower body to her torso was a few thin strips of rotting flesh. Bone and muscle ran out in a fluid paste from the gashes, drenching the floor in what resembled bile.
"Niat? Hasss thisss form gone through sssuffecent damage?"
Niat looked and paused, tilting his head slightly as he observed the body that Inig was prodding at, frowning and trying to pull herself upright.
"If you were a mortal, you would be dead now, Inig."
Inig paused, looking at her form, than at James, who watched them warily with Luna on the stairs above.
"…I sssee why mortalsss are ssso weak, then." She hissed, thinning to smoke and coiling upwards- at once the hare shot upwards, and she hissed, recoiling away. They were much more weakened in his form to the creatures of light.
"We are too sssensssitive, Inig. Let usss draw back."
"No! We shall kill them!" Inig tried again, but hissed, as the hare got too close, black ink fell to the floor, coating it in slime, puss, and the spreading black liquid.
"Inig!"
"Die you foolsss! Die in the wrath of the Shadesss!"
"INIG!"
Inig turned, to see Niat quickly shove her out of the way, spitting and hissing as he forced her out of the room and into the open skies.
It seemed, that even with the pure overwhelming force of the Shades, very few of the wizards were actually harmed, but quite a few of their numbers were missing. In return, large open gouges of the castle were open; some had cracks from extreme pressure that split all of the way down the tower walls, allowing easy access to any shades in the future.
"Dark Inig, the other mortalsss are joining in on the conquessst." A shade warned, drawing up close to the two before zipping away, smashing head first into a wall nearest the door- and it groaned, denting slightly, the shade zipped away, not hurt in the slightest.
Inig turned to look, seeing the Death Eaters start to swarm the bridges crossing over, this time it was in a meaningful march- being led by their Lord.
"Niat, the Lord of the Mortalsss isss approaching." Inig warned before swooping down, drifting in a steady fog next to the casually walking man, who barely paid her any mind.
"How is the castle holding up?" He asked in a smooth voice, and Inig almost wanted to hit him, for he wore a bored look on his face. Did he not understand that this was war?
"The mortalsss have held their own. The cassstle hasss the lightened magic on itsss ssside, we are unable to procccceed to continue doing damage."
"Than I shall see what shall be done." He spoke once more, before the slightest curl of his lips brought a realization to Inig.
'He expects to win. He knows the mortals cannot, and he is enjoying it.' Her mind supplied before a rather dark hissing came from her as she darted up into the sky, hissing out loud bouts of cold icy laughter.
'Oh, run mortalsss, for not even your preccciousss light, and dark, can sssave you from what isss to become! Thossse with eyesss may sssee the liesss that morning bringsss in gaze. Those with mindsss may break the blindsss that shield us from the truth. Those with pain or those insane shall add to powersss reach. Gather round my Nightmare Black, and let my hopesss down pour. Let the hopesss of melancholy Shades of pleasssure pour."
x-(X)-x
The fighting was getting more and more brutal, it didn't help that the battle in itself started at such an early time.
"Duck!" James shouted to Lily, and he fired a stunner while she a Patronus, that disintegrated a lingering Shade.
"This is getting too brutal!" James shouted to his right where Professor McGonagall was dueling five Death Eaters at once, with a slight intervention, they were on the ground, dead or alive.
"We cannot stop the battle, or all will be lost!" She shouted back, looking at the firefight with an impassive face.
"We've got to have reinforcements or something!" Lily shouted, forcing a hissing Shade back.
"Who? The Ministry has been taken, the Order is fighting, there is none left to fi-"
Before she could finish her sentence, a loud shriek was heard, than an insect gurgle and the unmistakable hiss and the sound of scampering feet.
"Come on!" Skylar shouted, standing on the doorway and signaling for people to get into the castle, much to their confusion. But from Skylar's higher elevation, he could easily recognize the tell tale sign of his Animagus form. As people started to run inside screaming, kids and Death Eaters alike, Skylar jumped into the air, shifting in one go before scampering quickly down to try and find the leading spider.
After finding the wanted spider, he started speaking in a series of clicks and snaps of his pincers, a few seconds later- the spiders turned, snapping and literally eating any Death Eater in sight.
Skylar let out a breath, shifting back to his original form once he realized that he was rather well off.
That is, until a large wall of fire nearly hit him.
Scrambling backwards, he gasped as he saw the biggest threat- Lord Voldemort himself dueling four of his Hogwarts professors, Slughorn actually faring quite well.
A loud nickering sound was heard, and Skylar turned, watching a stampede of Unicorns start to race up towards the castle, swinging their heads as Shades, who seemed to be repelled by them. Centaurs ran beside them, shooting long arrows that had a silver gleam, hitting werewolves and vampires that dared to try and run.
"This isn't looking as bad as I was expecting!" Skylar shouted to Ron, who gave a hesitant nod, still unsure of the Acromantula's.
"We're winning!" Hermione smiled, watching as a large herd of Hippogriffs took to the skies, flapping their wings and calling loudly, clawing at the Dementors who had no effect on them.
"Yeah! You're ri-"
Heeeaaaasliiaaa!
Skylar swung his head, watching as another cloud of larger solid black things slammed into the Hippogriffs, and one turned into a swooping dive, pulling up to run over the stone courtyard.
"It's a Thestral! They're against us!" Skylar gasped, and the creature reared up, kicking out with its clawed hooves, ripping the back of a unicorn so brutally it collapsed to the ground.
"Someone's on it- wait- MOONY!" Skylar screamed, causing James and Lily to spin, watching their old friend dismount from the skeleton Pegasus.
"Moony! Where have you been! We thought you were dead!" James demanded, and Remus swallowed, not wanting to look at his friend, and instead took a step backwards, a look of sorrow and regret on his face.
"Moony? Wha-"
Instead, a deep laughter was heard, so dark and devious, that everyone shortly stopped fighting, even Lord Voldemort, dared a glance up.
Standing in the broken window of the clock tower, overlooking the area where the fight was being fought, stood a figure. Masked in the darkest of blacks, and even in the large expansion that the fight was away from the figure- not a single breathing life form had a doubt for who, or what it was.
And an answering hiss, so low and deathly caused the Light to falter in their steps. Lord Voldemort snapped his head up; perhaps he recognized such a sound.
Than, James understood what it was also- the hiss of a serpent. But for the sound to be carried to such magnitude, the creature would have to be huge! Larger than a dragon!
"Sorry I'm late!" Harry shouted out, and James could immediately notice the insane quality to his voice- and a sudden rasp to it that he had no explanation for.
"I had to get an old friend!" He then finished in a large fit of rather…disturbing laughter.
James frowned and once more, the giant hiss came to way, and just then, did Skylar pale, recognizing what and why it was so familiar.
"Dad." He warned, pulling on James cloak. James looked down slightly, frowning at the sudden horror on his son's face.
He swallowed loudly, and looked at the point of where the noise was coming from, inside the building, getting louder slowly.
"Run." Skylar whispered.
x-(X)-x
Harry could feel the approaching dawn, even from miles away, he could see the stimulated day, filled with the apparition wards so thickly placed it gave a white glow similar to daylight.
'Why must wizards always be so bold?' Harry mentally sighed, pouring on more speed as he traveled through the air in a black cloud, completely invisible in the night.
The castle grew closer, and Harry could pick out the small details of Shades zooming around in the air, the darkest of them in the center- Dark Inig and Niat.
Thestrals were attacking Unicorns as they frolicked around, nipping and running head first into Death Eaters, than bucking and throwing them off.
'Despicable.' Harry's mind muttered, and he twisted, avoiding a spell as it shot weakly at him.
He turned, diving deep and changing patterns rapidly to stop all chances of being recognized. Only once he had made it into the safety of the castle did he change his form back, panting from the nonstop flight he had put himself through for hours.
He panted, leaning against a nearby wall before his heart rate slowed, and very slowly did he change once more, knowing exactly where he wanted to go.
He slipped around the feet and ankles of people. If he recognized any, he would merely solidify the area of smoke nearest to their ankles, severing them from their body, causing them to start screaming and drop, blood flying everywhere.
If was slightly amusing.
And better yet, with the pain and misery, his demonic side eagerly absorbed the emotion, causing him to grow ever so stronger, and continue to where he was meaning to get to.
He slipped under the door, solidifying once more as he pulled out the unfamiliar wand from the pocket of his cloak.
"What? Who's the-" A shriek of pain and a quick ectoplasm curse, and one of the most annoying ghosts Harry had ever met lie in a puddle of growing green glowing goo.
"Open!" Harry hissed without thought, slightly pleased and yet a pang of some unwanted emotion caught him in the gut, making it difficult to breath, he shook his head, ignoring this and continued down the rather deadly looking pipe in a mist- he was running short of time.
The second barrier held no problems for him, nor did the rock avalanche that attempted to stop his progression. Harry found no difficulty sneaking his way through, and stood at the open and yet destroyed entrance of the chamber.
He slowly walked toward, his feet making wet scraping noises as the boots dragged on the rock that held small puddles.
His eyes were focused on the glittering mass of rock in the centre of the chamber, glittering as it reflected the light of hundreds of torches lining the walls of the slick wet cavern.
He approached it carefully, holding back a strange gagging feeling in his throat, and very smoothly, released the ring from his finger, glancing at it shortly as he traced the smooth contours of the rock and metal, holding it to its mount.
"Admasbiit." He whispered, and yet that still echoed in the eerie silence, he dragged the Elder wand through the air, a slight resistance as if he was moving through water or another thick liquid.
As his wand trailed through the thick air, a grinding noise was heard as the Diamond started to crack by magical means, splitting and melting back into the chamber ground as if it were a giant cat, sheathing it's claws.
Than, on the ground was a Basilisk, eyes closed in peace, and warmth still radiating from mere moments from the mighty beasts death.
And Harry took a shuddering breath, rotating the stone three times in his palms, mentally thinking of one name repeatedly, and he felt it, the cold harshness of death, and it took his breath away.
Should he embrace the feeling? He was to die soon anyways? He had made a Horcrux for the sole hope that perhaps Lutain would grow a mind and flee, save himself and Harry's soul so he would not die in vain. Then, Nagini. His Father would not dare harm his loyal companion, but now that the two were together…his plans were falling like rotten trees, or charred supports.
He let out the breath he had held, and kept his eyes closed, thinking and repeating a name, reaching out into the great beyond, the cold and the dark, to find the spark of what he solely desired.
Than, he heard it, a great rumbling, before in the darkness, the sound of a ticking heart slowly filled the vast empty cavern, and the slight scraping noise of scales on rock.
"Wha- Young Shadow? How- you are older?" He heard a slurred voice ask, and he opened his eyes, a rare and positively beaming face smiled at the bleary eyes Basilisk- a hole in the roof of her mouth, Harry noticed, when she yawned noticeably.
"How- last I remember-"
"You died." Harry cut off Adalonda, causing her to jerk her head quickly, having just realized exactly what that meant.
"What? How could I be here, hatchling, if I am d-" She cut off quickly, seeing the stone on the ring sitting upon the pale skin of Harry's hand, and than she looked around, a frown gracing her beautiful scaled head.
"What has become of the outside world?"
"The usual, war becoming cold and dark- the light falling but still attacking us- Oh! We got the Shades on our side, did I say that? And I'm killing my brother and parents- I convinced my godfather to join the dark, and murdered a friend of my dad's, the Shade's joined the war-"
"You already mentioned that." Adalonda hissed soothingly, her eyes narrowing as a small inkling of suspicion coiling in her mind.
"Oh, did I? It's hard to remember what I do now…"
Adalonda gave a puff from her nose before lowering her body to gently brush past Harry, who reached out to run his hands along her scales.
"How I have missed you, Adalonda. As has Lutain, but he is above, fighting with another serpent you are aware of-"
"Nagini? The venomous cobra of the older Heir? I wondered when he would show his fangs to her eyes."
Harry's eyes widened and Adalonda shared a look of absolute humor as he gasped and attempted to say multiple things, only to shake his head and say nothing.
"Ah, of course. You know nothing of breeding, do you? It does not matter however- Older heir never learned that lesson- Denmates are important, for even the one that slits your scales could have lethal fangs in the future, you just have to know how to get them to use them."
Use them? What in Merlin's name was Adalonda ranting on about?
Slipping the ring back on, the two snapped their heads up as a small vibration rattled the ceiling- an explosion perhaps?
"We should get to the surface, young Master." Adalonda noted, but Harry hesitated ever so slightly.
"Adalonda…I…Promise me, that whatever happens during my fight, you will not interfere."
She tilted her head in curiosity, a low hiss of wondering filling the air.
"Why would I interfere in the hunt of another?"
"Just…promise me, Adalonda. Don't hiss a word when the time comes."
Adalonda snapped her head upwards as another boom racked the chamber.
"Very well, Young Master. I shall not interfere with your battle."
Harry smiled, shifting into smoke, causing her to rear back in alarm at the sudden move, and he gave a hissing laugh as he himself shot up into the air, seeping between the sand sized cracks in the wall, working his way upwards faster than his arrival.
He burst upwards in the dungeons, glancing around before scowling at his attempt to recognize the surroundings. He was unaware of exactly where he was, and journeyed where he sensed more light and noise, traveling upwards through the rock and stone.
He was unaware of how many layers had had moved through, only the thin wisps and changes of cold and hot air, before finally he materialized, rather winded from his sudden fading and reappearing.
"A tower? Oh my luck- I go right through the floor." Harry murmured, walking forward in a scraping kick, standing in the lethal heighted broken window.
He watched the fight for a slight moment, but his keen senses heard the loud hiss of Adalonda far below as she was about to kill unsuspecting people- it amused him.
And he started laughing, a low chuckling that quickly morphed into cackling that almost sent him to the floor in a fit of frenzy. It just seemed so amusing, how they fought like little ants or tin toys. Was this why Dumbledore was a leader? A boy playing with a few little toys?
"Sorry I'm late!" He shouted out, a slight rasp in it from his previous laughing fit, and once more, he fell victim to the hilarious quality he himself only heard.
"I had to get an old friend!" He then finished in a large fit of rather…disturbing laughter, tears almost overcoming his face, blinding him.
How were the others not finding this so funny? The insane quality to it, the strange rush of amazing addictive emotion in the air.
Was he euphoric? High on a drug that only he could sustain?
Adalonda burst through the doors with a mighty roar, snatching unicorns left and right, slinging them high into the air, dying, or to be tackled by the circling Thestrals, as the Shades couldn't draw near them. She was, rather careful with the horn, however.
He watched, a pleased grin on his face, and his head snapped west, watching as a large green lizard roared, a plume of fire erupting from its maw as it drew closer and landed roughly, roaring with a territorial aggression.
"Where in Merlin's name did they get a dragon?" Harry murmured still slightly confused but satisfied.
"Die you heartworm ridden pixie!" Adalonda shrieked, lunging through the air to sink her teeth deep into its throat, coiling around as a snake would to a normal sized rat.
Through the crazed grin, he was able to see the world slightly, his brain not moving fast enough for him to completely understand what was happening. The world was fading in and out of black around the edges of his vision, his hearing was muffled, as if thick wads of cotton protected the vital accessory, and his breathing was sometimes labored- as if he had run several miles, or as light and easy as if he was inhaling helium.
Was this what it was to die? Or to be awaiting death? Was this the judgment he had been waiting for?
'No!' His mind shrieked, and suddenly, everything was shapely in focus, breathing strained as he reached out his left arm, grasping the cold stone surrounding the broken window with taut white knuckles straining.
'Everything we have fought for! I won't give up! Not until it's the very last breath of mine!' Harry's mind shrieked, and his vision swirled, he coughed, suffocating on nothing, before as soon as it had come, it vanished.
Oh, Merlin- was he losing his mind?
He saw people he recognized- Remus was down there, sending off stunners towards the light, a look of regret on his face. Even the Potter's were fighting! Didn't that mean something?
"Older Heir never learned."
A voice whispered ever so softly in his mind, and he tensed- what had his Father never learned? Looking at the way the war was going, he had learned plenty and was using it quite well.
"Denmates are important, for even the one that slits your scales could have lethal fangs in the future, you just have to know how to get them to use them."
"Denmates are important…" Harry murmured softly, repeating the phrase so low to himself that the words changed without his knowledge, changing the chant entirely before he was murmuring a translated phrase with the briefest of attention.
'Family is important, the one that backstabs you could be a foe in the future, but you can always turn them.'
His eyes watched in a slight form of childish glee, hands twitching while the other grabbed desperately for something to anchor him to reality.
'family is important….family is important…family is important…they are important.'
The voice whispered over and over, adding in shrieks giggles that almost sent Harry over the edge again, and the watched the light show down below, the roar of Adalonda and her prey, the serpents and Unicorns shrieking and attacking, the Thestrals and the Shades hissing in echo.
It was too much.
'family is important…family is important….family is important….'
The dragon moaned, shooting fire in one last weak try at escaping, and Adalonda ripped again and again, savagely into the corpse- was that the monstrous dragon Harry had made? It lumbering into the fight, fighting and destroying while the minds that held the monster together were being torn apart by the sinful acts they themselves were committing.
'family is import-'
BOOM!
't-and.'
He was twitching, mind trying to make connections but unable to- why was this happening? Where was this place? Why was this happening to him?
'family is important-'
A bright green killing curse was shot by a skeletal hand, zooming towards a chubby brown haired boy, who gasped, becoming too stupid to actually try to avoid the killing curse.
'family is importa-'
"Shut up!" Harry groaned, clenching his eyes shut, wincing at the sudden pounding of his head, what was the screaming? The pain? Why wouldn't it just go away, and who was that brown haired kid? Why was he so important?
'family is import-'
"Shut up! Shut up already!" Harry shrieked, regaining a small bit of sanity that told him not to claw at his temples through the throbbing pain, heartbeats like drums in his ear.
'fa-'
Louder- too loud. Why was he being tortured so? What was that snake? Lutain? No, that was a Shade, Niatul, Lutain. Lutain and Niatul, what strange na-
"Shut up!" Harry winced, clutching his head once more as even louder and more painful his head throbbed.
'Save him.'
Harry's eyes shot open in the single command, jumping into the air he changed to smoke, swooping down so fast he slammed into the kid, who gave a sharp gasp as Harry reformed, in a crouch, a savage look in his eyes as he looked at the attacker- Voldemort, Dark Lord, T-tom Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Riddle-boy, My boy, Father?
'I hate names.' His mind summed up, and his left hand twitched with the right hand holding the wand tightly.
"Young Shadow! What are you doing?"
Nagini? Inigan? No- one was a shade above him- Nagini? No that was Inigan! This was Nagini, maybe it was Lutain or Niatul? No! Nagini Nagini Nagini!
"Master! Wh-" Lutain stopped at once, noticing how something was obviously wrong, the twitchy had was obviously out of character, as wee as the completely voice face of emotion when he previously had been cackling insanely.
"Shadow, what are you doing? Those are the Potter's you imbecile!" Voldemort-Riddle-Father hissed in anger, completely confused on what just happened.
Hissed? Could all humans hiss? Hiss-hisss, just like a serpen-
"Harry?"
Harry turned, looking at a Red haired woman. Who was she, why did she look so panic-ish. Was that a word? Word word- wor'd, werd-
"Sssplit them apart, on my ordersss and on the Nightmare!' A Shade creature suddenly hissed, spoke, and Shades dove, forcing people and creatures alike backwards, leaving Harry and Voldemort standing in the middle.
"What? What is of this?" Voldemort demanded, turning to the nearest Shade, who seemed to be snickering.
"You foolsss having your own little propheccciesss. Well now isss time for one of your greatessst onesss to passss! Neither can live while the other sssurvivesss! Come along, little Shadow- show your true nature!" Inig shrieked in laughter, and Skylar gasped, looking between the two.
"Mum- but I thought I-" He started, only to be cut off.
"Dumbledore was wrong. I guess you all never thought of the chances that another could be the prophecy child- isn't that right Skylar?"
Harry hissed lowly, his eyes turning a bright and burning Shade red, before he groaned and stumbled back, pressing a hand to his temple, teeth clenched tightly together through the pain.
"I- I'm not the one to destroy the Dark Lord?" Skylar whispered in shock, and the red-eyed boy grinned- showing pointed canine teeth.
He pulled back the fringe of his black hair, showing a white lightning bolt scar that showed on his head, and his eyes flickered back to green, causing him to flinch.
"What is the meaning of this!" Voldemort hissed, and Harry swallowed, holding his wand and looking at his adoptive father before giving a sad smile.
"Neither can live while the other survives. Go ahead- shoot." Harry offered, looking at the wand in partial disgust before he tossed it to his feet, looking at his father with eyes showing no fear.
Voldemort paused, slightly taken aback.
"Kill me!" Harry shouted, pointing to himself and waiting, and yet nothing happened.
"Master…I…Why are you doing this?" Lutain hissed ever so slightly, and Adalonda in the back hissed low and mournful, now realizing why Harry said what he did.
"Why ever not Lutain- it's time for me to d- Argh!" He groaned, dropping to his knees, pressing his hands to the side of his head- pain paling his face quickly.
"Stop it!" Lily screamed to Voldemort, who glared at her, and was obviously not doing anything to his adoptive son. What was really concerning him, was why he seemed to be in such a horrible mental state. Surely he was not as bad as that in his younger years.
"Those with eyes may see the lies that morning brings in gaze. Those with minds may break the blinds that shield us from the truth. Those with pain or those insane shall add to powers reach. Gather round my Nightmare Black, and let my hopes down pour. Let the hopes of melancholy Shades of pleasure pour."
The shades hissed loudly, zipping around, and from nothing, a thick black cloud condensed, standing between Harry and Voldemort, looking eerily familiar in shape and color.
The body formed, the same size and shape as Harry's own build. As well as the hair, although the creatures skin was more of fallen snow than his own. Four fangs were visible on the most humanoid lips Harry had ever seen, and sharp non-retractable claws hung from his hands. The eye was reversed- the whites were black, and the pupil was white.
It took a step forward, wearing almost identical clothing, excepting the way it looked as if his bones were on the outside of the thin skin, a dusting of white flour over to show the grooves.
"…Hello Shadow. I must sssay, I have been waiting for thisss." Nightmare Yrrah mentioned, looking at Harry with something akin to disgust.
"What?" Harry choked, forcing his way to his feet, and Nightmare sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Gather round my Nightmare Black and let my hopesss down pour? It's a prophecccy, idiot. And we have been waiting, a long time for thisss."
Harry couldn't help but shiver, looking at the crazed insane eyes.
And he had a feeling, his looked the exact same.
Questions and Answer time! If you did not review last chapter, please do.
Silver
i was wondering if you'd consider doing a PJO and Harry Potter Crossover Story?
Silver-
Sure, i'll try the basic idea of the crossover. If you send me the information, i will try it. I may only do a one-shot since i'm working on something more important: this.
Rikuski-
You realize that the Three Brothers were Waaaaay before Merlin's time, right?
I was originally going to edit it, but i couldn't find a way that it would actually work out like that. Lets just say, Merlin blessed it AFTER it had already been created.
ThisIsTheWayTheWorldEnds-
How many more chapters do you think their is going to be?
Well, i try and keep a limit on the words in a chapter, i think i did a little too much here, but i'd estimate maybe three if i overshoot, not to mention epilogue, but THIS is the battle. This is the END.
The rest of the comments are praises- i thank you all so very much. And i am proud to say, i will be giving awards by the time this is done. Yes, Awards. If you don't understand, than you shall see, but it certainly is something to brag about, not to mention the award winners will get a select sneak peak of something i found very amusing- Real Harry Potter meeting Shadow!
also, i was wondering if this was just me. But i was reading Harry Potter- the real one to see how Deathly Hallows ends so i could follow the plot line- and i thought i picked up a strange and wrong book. Why? Well, i didn't see the name Lutain!
Tell me, has that happened to you yet?
Thanks for reading,
~Oceanbreeze7
