Chapter 5: London, England

A soft chilly wind blew over the deserted grounds of the castle, a few rare blades of grass wavered in the breeze. The world was deathly silent, no sound was made. A never ending silence. Everything was shadowed over, and thick deep clouds rolled over the sky, blocking the silver light of the half moon. There was a sudden quick movement near the gate, and the soft rustle of a cloak. It was a strange occurrence to be sure, no one ever went out at night, that's when Lord Voldemort's minions could run free. So who then would be out?

The shadow on the other hand didn't seem to think that anything was peculiar about its timing, and sauntered up to the gate. One pale thin hand appeared beneath the folds of the black cloak, a gleaming wood wand held between spindly fingers. The person beneath the cloak muttered a strange incantation, and the huge gate exploded in thousands of tiny bits of metal. The thunderous sound rebounded off the surrounding black hills, and quavered dangerously in the air. It was a warning.

Suddenly huge monstrous forms spilled from the hills and shadow's, crowding behind the calm cloaked shadow, raucous cry's erupting through the night. Slowly, as if all was perfectly normal, the cloaked person reached up and threw back his hood. White blond hair gleamed, and young brown eyes wavered dangerously. the cold voice shouted evenly, and the terrible army lurched forward, awkward on uneven legs and arms, weapons flashing in a stray stream of moon light.

You can't be serious Harry! George cried, You can't leave, you're our, um.. leader! the huge red head argued. Hermione scoffed behind one gloved hand. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all dressed for heavy travel. Black cloaks and coats, heavy dragon hide boots, and thick wool shirts and tunics. Bulging packs slung over one shoulder, all three carrying swords, Grodric Gryffindor's Sword gleamed at Harry's hip in the dim torch light. They were preparing to leave the Burrow, something George had obviously noticed.

Harry sighed, George you don't understand... he started solemnly, but George interrupted angrily. What were you planing to do! Just run away and leave us all here to die! I never thought you to be such a bloody coward... Hermione growled angrily, her pale face red in furry. Shut up George, we're leaving to save your sorry arse after all, Harry has to go!, Ron cut in before Hermione could explode. George looked taken aback, but his face suddenly hardened, his whole huge body shacking. Why you little.. he began, making one dangerous step towards Ron but was interrupted by a gigantic explosion that shook the ground with its force. Torches blew out and screams erupted from above. Harry's heart lurched. They were being attacked. And for the second time in his life, people were going to die because of him.

Ron was the first to act. He drew his sword smoothly, its crude blade flashing blue with a sloppy counter curse. Hermione followed suit, drawing her heavy sword with one hand and holding her wand with the other. Harry growled, drew his own gleaming blade, and dashed down the hall, Hermione, Ron and George close behind.

Harry erupted above ground to be met with immediate turmoil. Terrible, horrifying creatures were terrorizing and killing people, ripping them apart or leaving them to die slow and agonizing deaths. The whole picture before him made Harry want to turn and run, but he held his ground firmly, his left hand squeezing the golden hilt of his sword George gather the children and take them below, he cried, and rushed into the fray.

Ron stumbled right after his best friend, brandishing his awkward sword as mightily as he could. He met the first monster with pure white rage. The creature was wraith like. A slim, slimy green body, bald head and sunk in fiery eyes. It was hunched over, spikes spilling from its back in silver staffs. Three foot claws and six inch teeth dripped with blood, splashing onto the black rocks. In any other circumstance Ron would have fled in fear, but his anger burned in his veins, giving him courage. he cried and leapt forward, gripping his sword in both hands and bringing it down fiercely to meet the creatures claws with a burst of sparks. The creature howled as one deadly claw feel broken to the ground. Ron took advantage of the creatures distraction, and plunged his sword into the monsters belly, the hilt touching its slimy green skin. With a sick sucking sound, Ron pulled the sword free, white blood spewed over his hands, face, and cloths as the creature died in shock. Ron turned grimly to face his next opponent.

Hermione dogged left as a gigantic silver bladed ax struck the gravel where she had lain moments before, a wave of rocks spilling across the ground. Hermione was up in a flash, slicing her blood soaked sword across the Trolls huge gray back. Black blood showered from the sky, spilling across Hermione in acidic drops. She brushed it off her face hurriedly, and faced a towering Ghoul, its foul stench nearly knocking her over. With a hate twisted face she cried, Hillminos Dercodiouse, a jade colored jet stream shot from her wand and struck the creature straight in the chest. The Ghoul was flung against a near by wall, skin melting from its body. Most people would have fainted at the sight, but Hermione turned a blind eye, skillfully blocking a sword trust from her right, taking her attackers head off in one swift movement.

The Ogre was small for its race, but towered a good four feet above Harry. He gulped and stumbled back slightly. The huge, red bearded being grinned and raised its blood dripping ax above its head, ready to strike. Fear rushed through Harry, and he hesitated. The hesitation would have been his death, but suddenly his clean blade burst into golden flame. The burning magic traveled up Harry's arm in almost painful waves, and cascaded through his brain in powerful ripples. He lurched forward with the sword's will, his body moving the blade in unfamiliar ways. Anther kind of fear rushed through Harry as the blade strove forward killing the towering Ogre and moving onto its next victim. This was a different kind of fear, the fear of not being in controll. Harry fought against the gold fire in his mind, willing it from his brain, it began to receded, but very slowly.
The flashing sword had cut down a terrible black Spider, when from the fire and shadows stepped forth a young boy, cloaked in black. He was about fourteen maybe fifteen and wore a cocky self assured grin, something that clashed terribly with the horrid situation. The boy was much to calm. Something about the shinning blonde hair, and doe brown eyes reminded him of someone, but the features didn't really fit. Suddenly the boy whipped forth a gleaming wand and pointed it at his chest, a smirk creeping across his pale face. The gold fire of his sword had finally receded to only his arm, but being not fully aware of his situation, Harry had no time to raise the blade as the boy screamed forth a curse. and purple flames filled Harry's vision.

Harry felt the worst pain course through his body, traveling through his veins like a disease, his screams echoing in his own ears in shrill desperate shouts. The sword flew from his hand as hit the ground in a twitching mass, the shinning weapon landing some feet away from his failing body, the fire disappearing immediately as if left his hand. The blonde boy laughed, and approached slowly, the pain slowly receding. The boy's bell like laughter was almost familiar, but Harry's mind was to overcome with pain to give it much thought. Die Harry Potter, die slowly, the boy growled and pointed the wand at Harry's sweating forehead. Harry closed his eyes and waited for pain.

the boy cried, and Harry's eyes snapped open in alarm and disbelief. Hermione stood over him, her face dangerously angry, a strange glow forming in her brown eyes as she gazed at the stumbling boy. The boy looked completely shocked for some reason, and for the first time wavered slightly.

Hello Jared, Hermione said icily, her gaze bitter as she watched the young boy carefully, catching his every movement like a cat.

Regaining his composure at last the boy smiled, eyes hardening.

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Tada!! I really love this story (Though its the least reviewed out of ALL my stories actually the second least, but ANY WAYS!). I just love it!! I'm sorry I haven't written for it in a while, I've been trying to do my other stories, (I've also just finished all my finals, grrr stupid finals!) Well I hope you like it! Evil cliff hanger!!! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *Cough* *Sputter* *Die*


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