Harry screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
The collective power of a hundred Otherselves now roiled inside him, it burned his blood and turned his nerves to blades of ice. Agony coursed through his entire body, consuming him from within.
"HELP!" Harry screamed. "PLEASE! HELP!"
Dead Master, Black Gold Saw, and hundreds of Otherselves stood looking at the man, none of them made any move to help.
"PLEASE!"
Strength and Chariot emerged from the portal to the sounds of pain that most others would have cringed at.
Strength pushed her way through the crowd.
"How long has he been like this?" The short Otherself asked.
"Hour." Dead Master replied.
"Shit, he can't fight like this. How long until he can?" Strength asked.
"If. Survives. About. Thirty. Minutes." Dead Master answered.
"Where is Harry Potter!" A cold, high voice shouted.
"Aww, crap, he's here." Strength muttered.
"Hold. Him. Off. Will. Protect." Black Gold Saw said.
Strength looked into her eyes.
And nodded.
She turned away from the anguished screaming and stood ready to fight.
The single mindedness of Voldemort's attack surprised even Strength and Rock. It was evident that in the human world he was merely toying with them, the battle had only just started and already three Otherselves were lying, broken and torn, on the bloodied ground. Dozens of Otherselves threw themselves at the dark wizard, attempting to slow him down, with every cry and spell cast one more of their number died.
Harry lay on the hard, dusty rock curled up into a ball. The agony of the power now flowing through his body showed no signs of stopping.
"Harry." A calm voice said.
Harry could barely make it out over the sensation of his brain burning,
"Harry. Love." The voice said.
Slowly, painfully, Harry looked up, an Otherself was standing over him with a slightly quizzical look on her face. She reminded him of someone but he couldn't focus on the thought of who. The Otherself knelt down and gently cupped his cheek with her clawed hand.
"Love." She said softly. "My. Love."
"Gin?" Harry croaked weakly.
The Otherself shook her head, her long red hair drifted slowly around her as if underwater.
"Must. Get. Up. Fight." The Otherself said, stroking Harry's face.
"Ginny?" Harry asked again trying to battle the pain and look at her face.
"Red Wing Axe." She stated. "Fight. Love."
"Can't." Harry cried, his arms trembling.
"Can." Red Wing Axe said lovingly. "This. Pain. Yours. We. Carry. We. Take."
"It's too much!" Harry screamed.
"Accept. It. Take. It. For. Love." The Otherself said standing up. "For. Ginevra." She drew a massive axe and planted the shaft firmly in the ground.
Rock was losing, just moments ago she witnessed Strength being flung away like a child's toy, missing both her arms. Rock herself wasn't doing much better, she had already lost the BRSB Blade and her hand, her eye had been ruptured and was now leaking purple/blue blood down her face. She also suspected that she would have suffered massive internal injuries if she were human.
But she wasn't.
With fire blazing from her ruined eye she relentlessly attacked Voldemort, parrying and dodging his spells.
This isn't working. She thought.
Weakling! We are the strongest of our kind! If we can't hold Him back we've lost. She replied to herself, ducking a stream of green light.
Our sisters are not as weak as you think Insane Black Rock Shooter!
That's why it took five of them to even stall me. Are you going to trust Mato's safety to them?
The crown of fire circling Rocks head grew in intensity.
Leave Mato out of this! Voldemort will die today and she will be safe.
You're weak, all that time in the human world has made you one of them!
Rock springboarded over another Otherself and landed neatly behind Voldemort, swinging a punch at him but only hitting a black mist.
Get out of my head!
Our head! I'm a part of you!
You're an abomination!
"I'M YOU!" She screamed. In that fraction of a second, a spell connected squarely with her chest causing her to collapse to the floor but before the bald wizard could finish her, the battlefield was engulfed in a blinding white light.
Red Wing Axe watched as the source of the light moved past her, her skeletal wings flared slightly as a faint feeling of pride entered her heart.
The gathered Otherselves slowly parted in front of the oncoming light, creating a path to the dark wizard.
"What is this?" Voldemort demanded, shielding his eyes. "Where is Harry Potter!"
"I. Am. Here." The light said, slowly dimming in intensity. Gradually, a silhouetted figure could be seen. As it approached Voldemort the light faded more until it disappeared completely, revealing Harry, clad in his aurors cloak emblazoned with a silver lightning bolt.
"What trickery is this?" Voldemort demanded once more, taking a step back.
"I. Am. Otherself?" Harry asked slowly, sifting for the right words through the barrage of emotions burning through him. "My. Sisters?" He added looking around him.
"Never mind them." Voldemort hissed. "We have unfinished business, you and I. And this time I will not be cheated by a pack of half-breeds."
"Sisters." Harry stated.
"A source of power, a stepping stone for purity," Voldemort countered, raising his wand.
Harry started to draw his own wand only to realise it wasn't there.
"Avada Kedavra!" The dark lord screamed.
Slowly, ever so slowly from Harry's perspective, a green bolt of light spat out of Voldemort's wand and lazily flew towards him. With little effort he sidestepped the spell and, recalling what Rock used to do, he concentrated on a wand for himself.
A red glow surrounded his hand, thin slivers of metal grew out of nothingness and gathered in his open palm. They merged together until they formed a rough facsimile of his own wand.
"We. Duel. You. Made. Me. Duel. Once." Harry said, raising his wand to his face.
Voldemort snarled, and wordlessly submitted Harry to a bombardment of spells. Harry countered with his own spells and avoided the few that got past.