Chapter 2
"Oh my God! What happened?" Ron said, pulling himself out from under his suitcase. Harry pulled himself to his feet, Hermione followed.
"Come on, get your stuff, lets get out of here." Harry blasted the door open as Ron and Hermione summoned their luggage. They climbed out of the car and looked back up towards the train tracks. Harry heard Ira gasp beside him, the entire train was off the tracks, laying in pieces all over the hill. There were blasts of light and screams, robed figures running everywhere, a huge dark mark shot skywards.
"Damn! Those cowardly death eaters! Attacking a train full of defenseless students!" The other three backed away from Harry, seeing his temper was up. Harry was seething mad, and worried. Reaching with his mind he managed to contact Dumbledore and tell him of the emergency. I'll do what I can he told the very worried headmaster. He pointed his wand at his throat., "Sonorus. Students report to the bottom of the hill, same side as the train is on, immediately." Harry then walked into a small open space and transformed. Lightning flash and thunder rumbled. Recognizing him students ran down the hill towards the small clearing where the Royal Aaron stood, glowing golden against the black sky. Fearing to get to close to him they stayed back, Harry lifted his wings and took flight. Rising above the scene he could clearly make out the death eaters and dementors swarming the train. Screams echoed around, the students weren't out of danger yet. Harry swooped down towards a small crowd of students and picked them up in his claws and carried them over to the rest. He just couldn't move fast enough. He could here death eaters using the Cruciatus curse on students, then, two full patrols of Order agents appeared. Harry landed lightly beside them and transformed again.
"This is most of them here, the rest are scattered everywhere. There's about two hundred dementors and three score death eaters." He let them digest this information, it only took a second.
"Okay, Harry can you transport the students to the school?" Harry nodded.
"I can also get the other students who are still out there." The patrol leader nodded and the patrols took off, Harry transformed and took to the sky. He roared once, bolts of lightning lashed down and took the students to Hogwarts. Harry flew on over the chaos, taking time to electrocute and breath fire on a few groups of enemies.
Harry shifted his flight pattern, he was starting to tire, all the students but six were safe. Finally he'd had enough and dropped to the ground, transforming back to human.
He walked quietly through the forest, a few dead death eaters and dementors, and nothing else. "Lumos." He continued, then, through a gap in the tees he saw what he, and the patrols, were looking for. Voldemort, and a huge ring of death eaters and dementors, and six students standing in a tight bunch in the center. "Damn." The patrols were coming up behind him.
"Alright, there they are, separate into four groups, one stays here, one goes around the back the other two on the left and right. I'll come in from above and get the students." They nodded and followed his orders, much to Harry's astonishment.
"First group, attack in wedge formation. Second and third groups attack just after they do. Fourth group wait for my signal." He transformed in a brilliant burst of lightning and took wing.
"Crucio!" Voldemort cursed one of the students, the patrols attacked, Harry forced himself to wait for a few seconds before letting out a roar of pure fury and diving, flaming at the battle. The patrols weren't harmed and the students were transported to safety. Harry landed and transformed again. One good patronus took care of the dementors. He called his sword and went into Lightdancer mode. Whirl, slash, jump, step back and swing, whirls, slash, jump, step back and swing, Harry went through the movements like a well oiled machine. Words Sirius had once told him when Harry expressed an unhappiness with killing people echoed in his head. No one likes to kill Harry, no one in the Order or on our side that is. But someone must protect those unable to fully protect themselves, someone must stand up and say I will not let you do this without a fight, someone must pave the way, show others good, bad, right and wrong. Someone must be the one to fight, if we do not someone else probably will, it's human nature, and then we'd have no control, and they might make a mistake. We Harry, the ones who fight, we do so because we do not submit to the protection of others easily, we will not let others fight our battles for us and cower in fear. And so we are here, doing what we were meant to do and what someone, us, must do, we may not enjoy it, but what we like and don't like barely holds a candle to what everyone needs. Suddenly Voldemort appeared from behind a tree, Harry whirled ot face him, bringing up sword and wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry threw himself flat and rolled, his sword cut a slash down Voldemort's leg and he stood up, ready to dodge.
"Grakizan!" The curse leaped from his wand and he threw a stunning spell after it. Voldemort brought up a powerful shield and turned both spells back on Harry who sent them spinning away from him.
"Rahimvar Kundinbaq Stupefy!" Harry tossed out three curses in less then a second, Voldemort managed to parry all three and returned with a few others.
"Crucio! Sharhac! Expelliarmus!" Harry turned the first one back on Voldemort, dodged the second and third. Voldemort dodged.
"Nanavim! Invisibilatus!" Harry was invisible instantly. Voldemort side stepped his curse. Knowing any curse that would be powerful enough to get past Voldemort he would have to say out loud Harry used his sword and fists. A slam from behind and a quick stab opened a slash along Voldemort's face, split his lip, winded him, and cut a deep wound in his back. Harry ducked back and charged again, knowing it was only a matter of time before Voldemort brought up a spell so he could see Harry. Harry's next move cut off two of Voldemort's fingers, the next gashed the same eye Harry had nearly removed the year before, removing it completely. A strong kick broke a rib, Harry used a few handy moves to bash Voldemort's head against a tree. He jumped back quickly as Voldemort preformed the spell so he could see Harry and yanked out a knife. Harry gasped as sudden fire in his left shoulder told him he hadn't escaped unscathed, Voldemort pivoted to face Harry. But he was too hurt to continue, and Harry knew it, and so did Voldemort. Harry called down a lightning bolt. "Stupefy! Kundinbaq!" The curses and lightning hit Voldemort at the same time as he apparated out. Another bunch of death eaters closed in. Harry fought and fought, finally the last opponent fell, and he lowered his sword and took a look at his surroundings. The Patrols were finishing off a last few who'd run, and he was surrounded by about fifteen or twenty dead death eaters. Soon the patrols rejoined him, leading four prisoners. With a check to make sure all were present Harry called up his lightning and they all vanished in a crash, in a small mansion, a hundred miles away, Voldemort rolled to his feet and screamed in rage and pain.
They appeared again in the entrance hall, the four injured students were sent to the hospital wing, the other two went with everyone else the great hall. Harry tried to follow, but suddenly swayed as his vision blurred.
"Harry! Harry what's wrong?" It was Prof. McGonagal.
"Voldemort's… knife…poisoned." Harry grabbed a railing to keep from falling, someone stunned him and everything went dark.
"Oh my God! What happened?" Ron said, pulling himself out from under his suitcase. Harry pulled himself to his feet, Hermione followed.
"Come on, get your stuff, lets get out of here." Harry blasted the door open as Ron and Hermione summoned their luggage. They climbed out of the car and looked back up towards the train tracks. Harry heard Ira gasp beside him, the entire train was off the tracks, laying in pieces all over the hill. There were blasts of light and screams, robed figures running everywhere, a huge dark mark shot skywards.
"Damn! Those cowardly death eaters! Attacking a train full of defenseless students!" The other three backed away from Harry, seeing his temper was up. Harry was seething mad, and worried. Reaching with his mind he managed to contact Dumbledore and tell him of the emergency. I'll do what I can he told the very worried headmaster. He pointed his wand at his throat., "Sonorus. Students report to the bottom of the hill, same side as the train is on, immediately." Harry then walked into a small open space and transformed. Lightning flash and thunder rumbled. Recognizing him students ran down the hill towards the small clearing where the Royal Aaron stood, glowing golden against the black sky. Fearing to get to close to him they stayed back, Harry lifted his wings and took flight. Rising above the scene he could clearly make out the death eaters and dementors swarming the train. Screams echoed around, the students weren't out of danger yet. Harry swooped down towards a small crowd of students and picked them up in his claws and carried them over to the rest. He just couldn't move fast enough. He could here death eaters using the Cruciatus curse on students, then, two full patrols of Order agents appeared. Harry landed lightly beside them and transformed again.
"This is most of them here, the rest are scattered everywhere. There's about two hundred dementors and three score death eaters." He let them digest this information, it only took a second.
"Okay, Harry can you transport the students to the school?" Harry nodded.
"I can also get the other students who are still out there." The patrol leader nodded and the patrols took off, Harry transformed and took to the sky. He roared once, bolts of lightning lashed down and took the students to Hogwarts. Harry flew on over the chaos, taking time to electrocute and breath fire on a few groups of enemies.
Harry shifted his flight pattern, he was starting to tire, all the students but six were safe. Finally he'd had enough and dropped to the ground, transforming back to human.
He walked quietly through the forest, a few dead death eaters and dementors, and nothing else. "Lumos." He continued, then, through a gap in the tees he saw what he, and the patrols, were looking for. Voldemort, and a huge ring of death eaters and dementors, and six students standing in a tight bunch in the center. "Damn." The patrols were coming up behind him.
"Alright, there they are, separate into four groups, one stays here, one goes around the back the other two on the left and right. I'll come in from above and get the students." They nodded and followed his orders, much to Harry's astonishment.
"First group, attack in wedge formation. Second and third groups attack just after they do. Fourth group wait for my signal." He transformed in a brilliant burst of lightning and took wing.
"Crucio!" Voldemort cursed one of the students, the patrols attacked, Harry forced himself to wait for a few seconds before letting out a roar of pure fury and diving, flaming at the battle. The patrols weren't harmed and the students were transported to safety. Harry landed and transformed again. One good patronus took care of the dementors. He called his sword and went into Lightdancer mode. Whirl, slash, jump, step back and swing, whirls, slash, jump, step back and swing, Harry went through the movements like a well oiled machine. Words Sirius had once told him when Harry expressed an unhappiness with killing people echoed in his head. No one likes to kill Harry, no one in the Order or on our side that is. But someone must protect those unable to fully protect themselves, someone must stand up and say I will not let you do this without a fight, someone must pave the way, show others good, bad, right and wrong. Someone must be the one to fight, if we do not someone else probably will, it's human nature, and then we'd have no control, and they might make a mistake. We Harry, the ones who fight, we do so because we do not submit to the protection of others easily, we will not let others fight our battles for us and cower in fear. And so we are here, doing what we were meant to do and what someone, us, must do, we may not enjoy it, but what we like and don't like barely holds a candle to what everyone needs. Suddenly Voldemort appeared from behind a tree, Harry whirled ot face him, bringing up sword and wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry threw himself flat and rolled, his sword cut a slash down Voldemort's leg and he stood up, ready to dodge.
"Grakizan!" The curse leaped from his wand and he threw a stunning spell after it. Voldemort brought up a powerful shield and turned both spells back on Harry who sent them spinning away from him.
"Rahimvar Kundinbaq Stupefy!" Harry tossed out three curses in less then a second, Voldemort managed to parry all three and returned with a few others.
"Crucio! Sharhac! Expelliarmus!" Harry turned the first one back on Voldemort, dodged the second and third. Voldemort dodged.
"Nanavim! Invisibilatus!" Harry was invisible instantly. Voldemort side stepped his curse. Knowing any curse that would be powerful enough to get past Voldemort he would have to say out loud Harry used his sword and fists. A slam from behind and a quick stab opened a slash along Voldemort's face, split his lip, winded him, and cut a deep wound in his back. Harry ducked back and charged again, knowing it was only a matter of time before Voldemort brought up a spell so he could see Harry. Harry's next move cut off two of Voldemort's fingers, the next gashed the same eye Harry had nearly removed the year before, removing it completely. A strong kick broke a rib, Harry used a few handy moves to bash Voldemort's head against a tree. He jumped back quickly as Voldemort preformed the spell so he could see Harry and yanked out a knife. Harry gasped as sudden fire in his left shoulder told him he hadn't escaped unscathed, Voldemort pivoted to face Harry. But he was too hurt to continue, and Harry knew it, and so did Voldemort. Harry called down a lightning bolt. "Stupefy! Kundinbaq!" The curses and lightning hit Voldemort at the same time as he apparated out. Another bunch of death eaters closed in. Harry fought and fought, finally the last opponent fell, and he lowered his sword and took a look at his surroundings. The Patrols were finishing off a last few who'd run, and he was surrounded by about fifteen or twenty dead death eaters. Soon the patrols rejoined him, leading four prisoners. With a check to make sure all were present Harry called up his lightning and they all vanished in a crash, in a small mansion, a hundred miles away, Voldemort rolled to his feet and screamed in rage and pain.
They appeared again in the entrance hall, the four injured students were sent to the hospital wing, the other two went with everyone else the great hall. Harry tried to follow, but suddenly swayed as his vision blurred.
"Harry! Harry what's wrong?" It was Prof. McGonagal.
"Voldemort's… knife…poisoned." Harry grabbed a railing to keep from falling, someone stunned him and everything went dark.