(A/N: To all readers of this story I am soooooo sorry that I delayed it.
This posting is short but I will try to get out the next part quickly.
After that posting I may go back to my other story for a few chapters. I
really don't know. Sorry about the terribly long wait but I have had a
terrible case of writers block going on. for both of my stories.)
Chapter 11: Life Continues
It had been a month since Harry's loss, and life had returned to normal - well, almost. Harry's closest friends, Angie, Hermione, and Ron, were still deeply affected by his tragic death. Ron now felt awkward as the only boy in the group of friends, Hermione didn't have her first real friend at Hogwarts anymore, and Angie had lost her boyfriend, the one who had introduced her to magic, and to top it off she still blamed herself. Angie continued to blame herself even after Harry's letter and Hermione and Ron's constant reminders.
For everyone but those three at Hogwarts, life had returned to normal. The Gryfindor quidditch team had found a new seeker, Angie. She was not as good as Harry, but better than the other seekers of Hogwarts and the team was doing well. The only class that had suffered was Dueling. Sirius had been so affected by his godson's loss that he had quit teaching for three weeks while he dealt with the loss. When he returned, he was not the same Sirius. Revenge had once again become his primary concern, and the spells that were learned were much more powerful, almost as if Sirius was giving them the means to seriously go on the offensive against a death eater, not just giving them a means of defense. Almost every week kids came out of the defense class sore from the curses they had suffered, only Ron, Hermione, and Angie came away unscathed.
The trio also lost the ability to visit 'the study' with Harry's death and were upset about that as well. With all of the time they had together they had decided to become true marauders, and become animaguses. Even Hermione had agreed as after Harry's death she began to care less and less about rules. Everything seemed to be deteriorating, their whole lives seemed to be consumed by Harry's loss, and Dumbledore noticed this, and he was worried.
Dumbledore was not worried about just the trio, but of the fall of the light. He knew very well that people were suffering every day from death eater attacks and he feared that the first black letter would come soon. It hurt him so much to not be able to do anything for the child that would be first to lose family.
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Harry, Legoril, and Alhoma had had a rough landing. That is only if you considered rolling down the side of a rather large hill rough, which of course the trio did. After some quick healing spells all three stood and examined their surroundings. They were most defiantly in England Harry noted. He could tell by the position of the stars and the constellations that were visible. He could see all of this clearly in the dark, for indeed it was dark. Harry would have to rely on his two companions for warnings of attacks much more during the night, for his night vision was nothing compared to the night vision that the elves possessed.
"Do you sense anything dark friends?" Harry asked quietly.
"No," replied Legoril, "there is nothing that will trouble us here."
With that the three skulked to a nearby forest where again all listened for any kind of irregularity. When none was heard they continued into the forest, hopefully to find some kind of town soon, magic or muggle, just to find where they were. Harry would not risk his air transporting spell here, there was too much need for secrecy. Eventually the trio came to a town. Before they went in though Harry used his magic to disguise the elves ears, for protection from both muggles and wizards.
Upon entering the town they found that it was a muggle village. There was only one place open this late. the bar. The three stepped into the bar and were instantly great with stares. The three walked up to the bar table and waved down the bartender. He was a middle aged man, well built. He grunted at Harry.
"Excuse me sir, could you tell me what town this is?"
"Boy, how old are you?" the barkeep asked in a very gruff voice.
"Eighteen," answered Harry truthfully, for him it had been that long.
The bartender grunted before answering, "This is Lanchester." With that he turned and went to tend some other customers.
Harry extended his thanks before the three began to head for the door. Before they made it however, another man grabbed Alhoma's shirt.
"My, you're a pretty thing," he said. The man was obviously drunk. Legoril hit his hand away and taking Alhoma by the hand began to lead her out the door. The drunk man stood and drawling, "You'll regret that boy," took out a knife.
Harry waved Legoril out the door with Alhoma. "I suggest that you put the knife away sir."
"And if I don't?" the drunk man asked with a laugh.
"Then I will be forced to MAKE you put it down," replied a sangfroid Harry.
There were laughs that came from all around the bar. "Good luck lad!" One man yelled, "That man there is the best knife fighter in the county!"
"Thanks for the warning sir, but I can handle this one."
It was then that the man moved forward with the knife. Harry stood and let him come. Then he stabbed. He was quick, but Harry was much quicker, especially since the man was drunk. Harry using the man's delayed reflexes to his advantage unleashed a powerful combination of kicks, and ending with an elbow in the man's gut. This dropped him, and halted all the commotion in the bar. Then Harry walked out calmly, leaving the drunk man on the floor.
"Well I do believe that was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," Harry heard one man comment as he walked out the door.
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It wasn't long later that the three had began the road to Hogsmede, a little under 100 miles away. On the way there Harry filled in the two about many human customs and the like that they had not been taught. The three walked through the night. Harry on his excitement, Legoril on excitement, and Alhoma because the other two were. They finally reached Hogsmede in the morning, about the time that the shops were opening. They quickly found out that it was well after the Christmas Holidays. Harry groaned, it had been over three months. He knew inside that it was a short time, but still, three months? His friends, they must have been heartbroken. He himself thought that he would die. Harry leaned his head down on his chest in a sigh. Both of his companions noticed that something was wrong, but didn't say a thing.
Harry led the troop to the local inn and after a quick session with the innkeeper got them in for as long as they needed a room. The next thing that the three did was inquire around about Voldemort and his activities. How the light side was doing and who had been lost. In order to accomplish this Harry, Legoril, and Alhoma went to Madam Rosetta's bar for butterbeer. There, after making idle conversation for a while, the three found out about the current situation.
The light side was losing. Voldemort gained more followers daily as it appeared that he was the side to join. This swelling of the ranks included many younger students and many students even from houses other than Slytheran. Even some Gryfindors it was said were becoming untrustworthy.
The trio finally returned to the inn at night. They analyzed all of the "data" they had collected over the course of the day. Voldemort was winning was the conclusion they reached. The last bastion of hope was Hogwarts and the three teenage prodigies. They had begun to teach some of the others at the school, but it was hard, and they were not experienced enough. "If only Harry Potter was here..." was said more than once.
"Well..." Harry began after they had assessed all the information, "I think that there is but one thing we can do." He looked at the other two who nodded their heads. "Fight."
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Dumbledore had sweat on his brow as he turned a stunning spell away. The death eaters were gaining the upper hand in this battle. Already two of the "Old Crowd" were down, stunned. He couldn't, wouldn't, let them be captured. With a sweep of his wand he stunned two death eaters. Just then he was hit in the back with an illusion charm. He could no longer tell the difference between friend and foe. With this he gave up. There was no counter-charm, only time could wear off the illusion. And time was something that the group did not have. He could hear screams all around him as friend and foe alike fell. Though the screams were more from friends under the cruatious.
Then miraculously he could see correctly again. He saw his stunned comrades rise and the ones under the cruatious released from the terrible curse. Dumbledore looked around. His forces were as confused as those of the Death Eaters.
Then suddenly a bright white light burst forth in the middle of the battle. Around it death eaters fell, arrows piercing their hearts. None could see into the light shield that had been erected, there was no guessing at how many were cloaked inside. The forces of light began to fight with a renewed vigor, the Death Eaters shot random spells into the light, hoping to hit something. Arrows kept pouring forth.
Then Dumbledore saw something coming out of the light. It was a young man by the look of him, wielding a sword. It was the most beautiful object he had ever seen, that sword. It seemed to be absorbing the light around it and then shining it back out with five times the intensity. If Dumbledore didn't know better he would have though a star was kept inside of it.
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Harry jolted awake as did Legoril and Alhoma. One of their dark mark sensors was going crazy.
"There is a high concentration of death eaters at Hogsmede," announced Legoril grimly.
Harry paled a bit. That was too close to Hogwarts for comfort. No doubt there would be Hogwarts staff and maybe even his friends in the battle. Harry summoned all of his battle possessions to him and immediately strapped them all on, Legoril and Alhoma did the same.
"Ready?" Harry asked his elven companions.
They nodded their heads and Harry muttered the transporting spell sending them to Hogsmede immediately.
They landed in the middle of a battle that was quite vast. There were at least twenty-five forces for the side of light and forty-five for the death eaters. Neither Voldemort nor his friends were present.
Instantly Alhoma put a light shield over the group of three and released the spells holding Dumbledore and others on the side of light. Alhoma, while not that powerful offensively, had mastered many defensive and healing spells a good century before. With time she had only improved. The participants of the battle all stopped to stare at the brilliant white light coming from the center of the field. That was the death eaters first mistake. The second was looking at it for a full ten seconds. In that time they had already lost ten of their numbers with arrows in their throats.
When the death eaters finally realized what was happening they began to shoot random spells into the light shield. These were simply absorbed into the shield, further strengthening it.
Seconds later Harry ran out of arrows and with a smile playing on his lips unsheathed his sword. It flashed in the light and then absorbed some of the light shield into it. Harry rushed out with his sword brightly shining.
(A/N: I apologize again for getting this out extremely late, and for this chapter being very short. Here is a teaser for the next chapter.)
"Harry brought his sword down slicing through the Death Eater's robes and biting well into his arm. When the wound was opened the light surrounding Harry's sword went into it and destroyed the man in his entirety, his dark soul had been cleansed by the purity of the light. With the destruction of his soul, the man passed too. The light that surrounded Harry's sword now gone he imbued it with something else, something much more powerful - death."
Chapter 11: Life Continues
It had been a month since Harry's loss, and life had returned to normal - well, almost. Harry's closest friends, Angie, Hermione, and Ron, were still deeply affected by his tragic death. Ron now felt awkward as the only boy in the group of friends, Hermione didn't have her first real friend at Hogwarts anymore, and Angie had lost her boyfriend, the one who had introduced her to magic, and to top it off she still blamed herself. Angie continued to blame herself even after Harry's letter and Hermione and Ron's constant reminders.
For everyone but those three at Hogwarts, life had returned to normal. The Gryfindor quidditch team had found a new seeker, Angie. She was not as good as Harry, but better than the other seekers of Hogwarts and the team was doing well. The only class that had suffered was Dueling. Sirius had been so affected by his godson's loss that he had quit teaching for three weeks while he dealt with the loss. When he returned, he was not the same Sirius. Revenge had once again become his primary concern, and the spells that were learned were much more powerful, almost as if Sirius was giving them the means to seriously go on the offensive against a death eater, not just giving them a means of defense. Almost every week kids came out of the defense class sore from the curses they had suffered, only Ron, Hermione, and Angie came away unscathed.
The trio also lost the ability to visit 'the study' with Harry's death and were upset about that as well. With all of the time they had together they had decided to become true marauders, and become animaguses. Even Hermione had agreed as after Harry's death she began to care less and less about rules. Everything seemed to be deteriorating, their whole lives seemed to be consumed by Harry's loss, and Dumbledore noticed this, and he was worried.
Dumbledore was not worried about just the trio, but of the fall of the light. He knew very well that people were suffering every day from death eater attacks and he feared that the first black letter would come soon. It hurt him so much to not be able to do anything for the child that would be first to lose family.
*******************
Harry, Legoril, and Alhoma had had a rough landing. That is only if you considered rolling down the side of a rather large hill rough, which of course the trio did. After some quick healing spells all three stood and examined their surroundings. They were most defiantly in England Harry noted. He could tell by the position of the stars and the constellations that were visible. He could see all of this clearly in the dark, for indeed it was dark. Harry would have to rely on his two companions for warnings of attacks much more during the night, for his night vision was nothing compared to the night vision that the elves possessed.
"Do you sense anything dark friends?" Harry asked quietly.
"No," replied Legoril, "there is nothing that will trouble us here."
With that the three skulked to a nearby forest where again all listened for any kind of irregularity. When none was heard they continued into the forest, hopefully to find some kind of town soon, magic or muggle, just to find where they were. Harry would not risk his air transporting spell here, there was too much need for secrecy. Eventually the trio came to a town. Before they went in though Harry used his magic to disguise the elves ears, for protection from both muggles and wizards.
Upon entering the town they found that it was a muggle village. There was only one place open this late. the bar. The three stepped into the bar and were instantly great with stares. The three walked up to the bar table and waved down the bartender. He was a middle aged man, well built. He grunted at Harry.
"Excuse me sir, could you tell me what town this is?"
"Boy, how old are you?" the barkeep asked in a very gruff voice.
"Eighteen," answered Harry truthfully, for him it had been that long.
The bartender grunted before answering, "This is Lanchester." With that he turned and went to tend some other customers.
Harry extended his thanks before the three began to head for the door. Before they made it however, another man grabbed Alhoma's shirt.
"My, you're a pretty thing," he said. The man was obviously drunk. Legoril hit his hand away and taking Alhoma by the hand began to lead her out the door. The drunk man stood and drawling, "You'll regret that boy," took out a knife.
Harry waved Legoril out the door with Alhoma. "I suggest that you put the knife away sir."
"And if I don't?" the drunk man asked with a laugh.
"Then I will be forced to MAKE you put it down," replied a sangfroid Harry.
There were laughs that came from all around the bar. "Good luck lad!" One man yelled, "That man there is the best knife fighter in the county!"
"Thanks for the warning sir, but I can handle this one."
It was then that the man moved forward with the knife. Harry stood and let him come. Then he stabbed. He was quick, but Harry was much quicker, especially since the man was drunk. Harry using the man's delayed reflexes to his advantage unleashed a powerful combination of kicks, and ending with an elbow in the man's gut. This dropped him, and halted all the commotion in the bar. Then Harry walked out calmly, leaving the drunk man on the floor.
"Well I do believe that was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," Harry heard one man comment as he walked out the door.
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It wasn't long later that the three had began the road to Hogsmede, a little under 100 miles away. On the way there Harry filled in the two about many human customs and the like that they had not been taught. The three walked through the night. Harry on his excitement, Legoril on excitement, and Alhoma because the other two were. They finally reached Hogsmede in the morning, about the time that the shops were opening. They quickly found out that it was well after the Christmas Holidays. Harry groaned, it had been over three months. He knew inside that it was a short time, but still, three months? His friends, they must have been heartbroken. He himself thought that he would die. Harry leaned his head down on his chest in a sigh. Both of his companions noticed that something was wrong, but didn't say a thing.
Harry led the troop to the local inn and after a quick session with the innkeeper got them in for as long as they needed a room. The next thing that the three did was inquire around about Voldemort and his activities. How the light side was doing and who had been lost. In order to accomplish this Harry, Legoril, and Alhoma went to Madam Rosetta's bar for butterbeer. There, after making idle conversation for a while, the three found out about the current situation.
The light side was losing. Voldemort gained more followers daily as it appeared that he was the side to join. This swelling of the ranks included many younger students and many students even from houses other than Slytheran. Even some Gryfindors it was said were becoming untrustworthy.
The trio finally returned to the inn at night. They analyzed all of the "data" they had collected over the course of the day. Voldemort was winning was the conclusion they reached. The last bastion of hope was Hogwarts and the three teenage prodigies. They had begun to teach some of the others at the school, but it was hard, and they were not experienced enough. "If only Harry Potter was here..." was said more than once.
"Well..." Harry began after they had assessed all the information, "I think that there is but one thing we can do." He looked at the other two who nodded their heads. "Fight."
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Dumbledore had sweat on his brow as he turned a stunning spell away. The death eaters were gaining the upper hand in this battle. Already two of the "Old Crowd" were down, stunned. He couldn't, wouldn't, let them be captured. With a sweep of his wand he stunned two death eaters. Just then he was hit in the back with an illusion charm. He could no longer tell the difference between friend and foe. With this he gave up. There was no counter-charm, only time could wear off the illusion. And time was something that the group did not have. He could hear screams all around him as friend and foe alike fell. Though the screams were more from friends under the cruatious.
Then miraculously he could see correctly again. He saw his stunned comrades rise and the ones under the cruatious released from the terrible curse. Dumbledore looked around. His forces were as confused as those of the Death Eaters.
Then suddenly a bright white light burst forth in the middle of the battle. Around it death eaters fell, arrows piercing their hearts. None could see into the light shield that had been erected, there was no guessing at how many were cloaked inside. The forces of light began to fight with a renewed vigor, the Death Eaters shot random spells into the light, hoping to hit something. Arrows kept pouring forth.
Then Dumbledore saw something coming out of the light. It was a young man by the look of him, wielding a sword. It was the most beautiful object he had ever seen, that sword. It seemed to be absorbing the light around it and then shining it back out with five times the intensity. If Dumbledore didn't know better he would have though a star was kept inside of it.
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Harry jolted awake as did Legoril and Alhoma. One of their dark mark sensors was going crazy.
"There is a high concentration of death eaters at Hogsmede," announced Legoril grimly.
Harry paled a bit. That was too close to Hogwarts for comfort. No doubt there would be Hogwarts staff and maybe even his friends in the battle. Harry summoned all of his battle possessions to him and immediately strapped them all on, Legoril and Alhoma did the same.
"Ready?" Harry asked his elven companions.
They nodded their heads and Harry muttered the transporting spell sending them to Hogsmede immediately.
They landed in the middle of a battle that was quite vast. There were at least twenty-five forces for the side of light and forty-five for the death eaters. Neither Voldemort nor his friends were present.
Instantly Alhoma put a light shield over the group of three and released the spells holding Dumbledore and others on the side of light. Alhoma, while not that powerful offensively, had mastered many defensive and healing spells a good century before. With time she had only improved. The participants of the battle all stopped to stare at the brilliant white light coming from the center of the field. That was the death eaters first mistake. The second was looking at it for a full ten seconds. In that time they had already lost ten of their numbers with arrows in their throats.
When the death eaters finally realized what was happening they began to shoot random spells into the light shield. These were simply absorbed into the shield, further strengthening it.
Seconds later Harry ran out of arrows and with a smile playing on his lips unsheathed his sword. It flashed in the light and then absorbed some of the light shield into it. Harry rushed out with his sword brightly shining.
(A/N: I apologize again for getting this out extremely late, and for this chapter being very short. Here is a teaser for the next chapter.)
"Harry brought his sword down slicing through the Death Eater's robes and biting well into his arm. When the wound was opened the light surrounding Harry's sword went into it and destroyed the man in his entirety, his dark soul had been cleansed by the purity of the light. With the destruction of his soul, the man passed too. The light that surrounded Harry's sword now gone he imbued it with something else, something much more powerful - death."