Chapter Five
A/N: Thank You for the feedback especially yesterday. I didn't have time to do this today but because of the massive (when compared with other days) feedback I got, I was compelled to do it. Excuse my grammar and spelling mistakes and do point them out. Review please. And you will learn more about the giant and the wizards at the beginning in the near future. Be patient.
Harry stared at the death eaters with fear written all over his face. The death eaters held their wands tighter as they pointed them directly at him. He just knew they would send loads of curses, hexes and charms at him and he'll have no hope in protecting himself. He heard rushing footsteps from behind him, but he knew they wouldn't get there in time to defend him against the first round of attacks. He was on his own.
What could he use to protect himself? He had only completed his fourth year and had no knowledge of a single protection spell that would've been strong enough to deflect dark spells from twenty odd powerful wizards simultaneously, if any at all. Even if there was one he knew about, he had a feeling that the death eaters wouldn't use anything but killing curse itself.
There was no way he was going to deflect all of them. Sure, he was the only one to survive the specific curse, but he hadn't done it alone. It had been his mother's love for him that had played the biggest role. And secondly it had been only Voldemort who had cast the spell, not twenty odd very powerful wizards.
The next two seconds passed extremely slow that Harry thought the whole world had started to move in slow motion. He saw the mouths of the death eaters opening and closing. He knew they were doing the Killing curse. Before he could react, even though he had no idea what to do, a very bright green light flashed blinding him. He couldn't do anything but stand there with his wand pointed, the way it had been since he had seen the death eaters. He got ready to be killed. He said silent goodbyes to everyone he cared about. The Weasley's, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore and finally Cho Chang. Thoughts rushed into his head. Things he had waited to tell countless number of people but had held back to tell when the time was right. There wasn't going to be a right time now that he was in the hands of death.
He had to reassure Cho Chang that he didn't not murder Cedric. He had to tell Ginny that he cared about her, both as a close friend and more. Finally he couldn't get revenge from Voldemort for ruining his life completely. His dreams were shattered and he was now wiped out of the face of the planet.
He felt himself going cold as an ice block. He lost his sense of touch in his fingers and felt his body aching as if he hadn't had a decent sleep in ages. He was at breaking point. He wished he could do something to deflect the curses but there was nothing he could do. But with all the chilliness through out his body, his hands still had warmth in them.
He knew he was close to death when suddenly the green light vanished and felt his wand explode into smithereens. Had the curse hit him? He didn't feel as if he was dead, but then again he had never been dead before. He looked at his hands a saw a pile of ash, possibly the debris from his wand. Had he done what he thought he did, did he? But it's impossible, he couldn't have. He didn't want his hopes high before he confirmed. He dropped the ash towards the floor and brought one of the arms towards his cheek and pinched it. He felt something. It was strange but he distinctly had felt something. Was he alive? Had he truly managed to deflect all those curses towards his want? It did make sense but how had he done it. He hadn't said a single spell.
He looked back and saw a stunned expression on everyone's face except Dumbledore's. His expression was more like he was glad about what had just happened. They were frozen to the spot as if they had just walked over a puddle of super glue and stared at Harry. He returned a stunned expression himself. He turned back towards the death eaters.
Even though their faces were covered with the death eater mask, h had a feeling that they too were stunned as much as everyone else. After a matter of seconds everyone got his or her sense back. The death eaters realizing that their first attack hadn't worked started to mutter the words of the killing curse. There was to be another round of attacks. Dumbledore, Hogwarts Professors and the ministry workers realizing this too started rushing towards him again. But again, they wouldn't get to him in time. If he could survive this round of attacks, the others will be in range to defend him. But he had no wand to cast whatever spell he's cast unknowingly or to allow the curses deflected upon. The odds were immensely against him. There he was, without a wand to be hit by twenty odd killing curses simultaneously. He had no chance in surviving this round of attacks.
Another blinding green flash came and the effects of killing curse started to appear as it had done earlier. But then again the green flashed disappeared followed by an explosion, which sounded like a shattering pot. It seemed as if it had come from right next to him. He looked at it and saw a pile of ash where one of Aunt Petunia's flower pots use to be. Had he done it again? Without a wand? But how?
The death eaters seemed to have realized that they not going to get anywhere by using the killing curse, so they started to mutter a few words. They were going to disappeperated back to where they came from, Harry just knew it. He felt both relieved and in distress. If they left, he would be safe from harm's way for the meantime but them leaving would mean another's life was being endangered and his too in the future. But the ministry workers had reached him and had noticed the fleeing death eaters. Dumbledore quickly muttered a few words and pointed his wand at the death eaters. There was a faint pop but the death eaters didn't vanish. Dumbledore had managed to stop them from disappeperating. He then felt a pair of hands resting upon his shoulders. He didn't have to look twice, it was Professor McGonagall. She bent down and whispered "Come on Harry, Let me get you to cover" to his ear and guided him towards the living room through the kitchen.
He looked back and saw a full-scale duel going on. The ministry and Hogwarts Professors were taking on the death eaters. And the death eaters too were fighting back. Spells of all kind were flying all over the place in the Dursley's back yard, and some even managed to get into the kitchen. It seemed as if a fireworks display had just erupted din the Dursley's backyard as spells of different color and effect swooped here and there.
He suddenly saw a spell flying towards him escaping the human obstacle course that was the kitchen door on to the back yard. It was heading straight at him and in such speed that he had not time to react to. He tried to jump out of the way and realized that something was stopping him from doing so. He watched it as the spell headed towards him. He hoped it would be nothing severe, but he'll just have to wait and see. After the spell hit him, it didn't take much time for him to realize what it was. It was a banishing charm. He was flying across the living room. Before he could even look back, he hit something, something hard. He had banged his head on what ever it was, and he had been flying very fast as an effect of the banishing charm. He felt a surge of pain run through his spinal cord and managed only to whimper since he had somehow lost his voice. He heard Professor McGonagall scream and felt as if the world around him started to spin and disappear into complete darkness. He had blacked out. He heard another ear-splitting scream and lost his consciousness completely.