Hidden Tales From The Chamber Of Secrets - 52 - Shadows
by Polydicta
The now obligatory selection of plot-bunnies, orphaned scenes, omakes and idiocy that sometimes bring my mind to a grinding halt. Ongoing warnings for smut, language, character death, bashing, torture, mutilation and reader brain-damage. Brain bleach recommended.
Disclaimer:
All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.
There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.
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This is the opening scene for a crossover that sprang to mind - and was prompted by Hermione's last words in the scene.
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Hidden Tales From The Chamber Of Secrets - 52 - Shadows
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Percy Weasley was being particularly obnoxious as the four champions were waiting for the start of the final event of the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry was beginning to see red.
Strangely, he could see that Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum were both having trouble reigning in their ire. Even Cedric, the Hufflepuff, the most cool-headed person Harry had ever known was looking angrily at the ministry's officious official.
Harry had never taken the Weasleys to be blood-heads - well, apart from their accountant cousin, and that was merely shock at the man leaving to study at a muggle college.
"The Hogwarts Champion and the Half-Blood will enter first, followed by the Durmstranger half-blood and the Beauxbatons half-breed ..."
There was a chorus of gasps from the three school heads as well as from the champions and the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw both Malfoys mouths open in shock. neither looked terribly pleased with what they had heard.
"... and if YOU survive, you will be arrested for crimes against the ministry, Potter!"
At this, Harry's vision darkened to a red-tinted tunnel, his rage now exploding out of him with a burst of undirected, uncontrolled magic that threw the red-head across the podium.
Harry's wand whipped out, and he cast a the enemy repelling hex, relashio, at the ministry idiot. The spell hit and there was a ripple behind the idiot.
"Reducto!"
Harry's smashing curse hit an object that was currently invisible, it wavered and flickered, giving the impression of angles and legs.
"Confringo! Statio! Mutandio!"
Harry had never seen Professor Dumbledore use offensive magic, and had never heard him vocalise a spell. Ever.
The blasting curse hit whatever it was, and it became partially visible. The time-freezing spell froze the ... whatever ...
The battle transfiguration had no apparent effect other than to make the ... thing ... visible.
There was a sharp intake of breath and Igor Karkarov, former Death eater stepped forward, and cast a killing curse at the ... creature. Emerald green blossomed around it, but there seemed to be no effect.
By this time, Percy had recovered, and was attacking. He, too, was flickering somewhat, giving glimpses of a dark-haired man, shorter than the Weasley. Instead of a wand, he was holding some kind of pistol.
Viktor Krum and Harry reacted at the same time. Harry's confringo, weak as it was, impacted the man's abdomen at the exact moment that Viktor's reductor hit the pistol. A dark-haired, dark eyed man landed on the ground and lay there, his left hand reduced to shreds and bleeding from his belly. He moved fitfully, but was obviously out of the game.
"Petram terebro!"
Albus Dumbledore did something no one present had ever witnessed, he shouted a rock-drilling spell, putting all of his considerable magic behind it.
The dull, purple beam of magic impacted the carapace of the creature, and a hole an inch in diameter penetrated it, to a depth of about four inches.
The headmaster stood, panting and pale, and looked at Harry.
"Mr Potter, would you do the honours, please. The sword will come to you at need."
Harry blinked, and then he held out his hand, hoping, praying and begging for the Sword of Gryffindor to come to him.
CLUNK!
The sword appeared, but Harry's wrist was too weak to catch it, and the point hit the podium, digging out a divot of wood.
He approached the ... thing. He swung the sword, and it bit into the carapace, and then bounced off. Shrugging, he shoved the tip of the sword into the hole that the headmaster had made, and pushed with all of his might.
A moment's resistance, and the sword entered the body, breaking the stasis.
It screeched an unholy noise, a sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard. It spasmed and lay still, finally fading into complete visibility. It was black, a light swallowing, metallic obsidian. It was all angles, with legs made seemingly from spikes and points. there was a body and a head rising from the point of attachment of the six legs, and two spidery arms with long-fingered, clawed hands, well manipulators. It appeared somewhat mantis-like, but a mantis from a nightmare, an insectoid form that had no part of the natural world.
There was silence, broken by the sound of Hermione Granger quietly saying, "Oh, that's not good. That's going to really hack someone off."
She looked up at Albus Dumbledore, and said loudly, "Headmaster, someone is going to have to go and tell it to the Vorlons."
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