As the creature slowly made it's way toward Harry...Harry turned around.
The movement made the creature stop in its tracks, and taking a good look
at the person it was going to devour...
Harry gasped...it.... it was a Manitcore !!! He knew this from studying it with Hagrid...its scorpion tail lashed out at him as Harry desperately tried to duck. As a Manticore should, it licked it's blood-red lips...probably just thinking of ways to eat Harry.
Harry was panic-stricken right about then as he thought of ways to kill it. But Manticores aren't that easy to kill...but you're forgetting something Harry...said the annoying voice inside his head. Don't you remember that Basilisk you killed in second year? why not just do the same with this one? Harry knew that the voice was absolutely right of course, but it isn't as easy as it sounds....
Last time, Fawkes was with him...but what about now? Everyone at Hogwarts must be worried sick about him...and here he is, standing in front of a clearly very hungry Manticore...thinking of ways to kill it. Harry would have laughed of the irony of the situation, not if the result of it would be 'Harry Soufflé' for the Manticore.
Then Harry realized that he still had the Gryffindor Sword. That'll be able to hold off the beast for Harry to escape...but still there was a nagging feeling that Harry was being closely watched. As if his every move was defected.
The Manticore seemed to have waited long enough and lunged at the bewildered Harry. Harry was thrown backwards by the weight of the Manticore. Before the beast could sank its inch long fangs into Harry's flesh, Harry kicked it in the chest, which resulted in the Manticore sinking its teeth into Harry's left leg.
Harry bit his lip to prevent himself screaming in agony. Without even looking where he swung the sword, a nasty sound like something being chopped off was heard. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw only made him want to throw-up even more.
The Manticore's head was several feet away from its now limp body. Blood still oozing from its neck. Harry couldn't take it anymore and turned his head the other way. He took a deep breath and started limping towards the door on the other side of the darkened room.
But half way there, his vision went blurry...all he could see was things that were al least an inch from him. He swayed on the spot...trying in vain to stand still. Then he heard as if from far away...footsteps. Slowly...very slowly...the world around him turned black, and Harry knew no more...
Harry gasped...it.... it was a Manitcore !!! He knew this from studying it with Hagrid...its scorpion tail lashed out at him as Harry desperately tried to duck. As a Manticore should, it licked it's blood-red lips...probably just thinking of ways to eat Harry.
Harry was panic-stricken right about then as he thought of ways to kill it. But Manticores aren't that easy to kill...but you're forgetting something Harry...said the annoying voice inside his head. Don't you remember that Basilisk you killed in second year? why not just do the same with this one? Harry knew that the voice was absolutely right of course, but it isn't as easy as it sounds....
Last time, Fawkes was with him...but what about now? Everyone at Hogwarts must be worried sick about him...and here he is, standing in front of a clearly very hungry Manticore...thinking of ways to kill it. Harry would have laughed of the irony of the situation, not if the result of it would be 'Harry Soufflé' for the Manticore.
Then Harry realized that he still had the Gryffindor Sword. That'll be able to hold off the beast for Harry to escape...but still there was a nagging feeling that Harry was being closely watched. As if his every move was defected.
The Manticore seemed to have waited long enough and lunged at the bewildered Harry. Harry was thrown backwards by the weight of the Manticore. Before the beast could sank its inch long fangs into Harry's flesh, Harry kicked it in the chest, which resulted in the Manticore sinking its teeth into Harry's left leg.
Harry bit his lip to prevent himself screaming in agony. Without even looking where he swung the sword, a nasty sound like something being chopped off was heard. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw only made him want to throw-up even more.
The Manticore's head was several feet away from its now limp body. Blood still oozing from its neck. Harry couldn't take it anymore and turned his head the other way. He took a deep breath and started limping towards the door on the other side of the darkened room.
But half way there, his vision went blurry...all he could see was things that were al least an inch from him. He swayed on the spot...trying in vain to stand still. Then he heard as if from far away...footsteps. Slowly...very slowly...the world around him turned black, and Harry knew no more...
