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Warning: major plot point in this chapter.
Chapter 12
Cho Chang was lying on the floor screaming under the cruciatus curse. Oliver Wood was slumped against the wall behind her, blood flowing heavily from his shoulder, tears of pain streaking down his cheeks. Lacey Callao was pressed against one wall, cornered by two death eaters, one of whom held an ugly skinning knife. The other held his wand, and hers and Oliver's, Cho's wand lay on the dark green and purple rug that covered the floor, broken in two places.
Harry assessed the situation in an instant and pushed the other two back out of sight, the death eaters hadn't seen them, nor had the other three.
"Orion, you take the one who using the cruciatus curse on Chang. Kali get Cho and Oliver out of here and downstairs. I'll take the other two." They both nodded and Orion ran into the room and launched himself onto the death eater. The death eater turned to late, having just enough time to fire a stunning spell, which bounced of a shield, before he was tackled to the floor.
Harry used a crushing curse on one of the remaining death eaters, crushing him into the floor. The other leaped at him, knife slashing wildly, Lacey ran around him and out the door, limping badly.
Harry braced himself, ready for the attack, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. As the death eater came within range he twisted to one side and grabbed the death eater's knife just below the tiny silver crosspiece. Pulling the knife and death eater closer two him he ducked and rolled to one side, reverting the death eaters momentum into downward motion so he slammed into the floor hard beside Harry. Harry had already role dot one knee and he slammed the knife hilt into the death eater's temple as the man's grip on it broke. He tied the death eater up then turned just as the other death eater, who was apparently some kind of body builder, hurled Orion into the wall.
Harry leaped and lashed out with a roar, the man turned, just in time for the side of his face and head to come into contact with Harry's foot. He topple dot the floor, and then rolled over and stagger to stand.
*He must have an incredibly thick skull* Harry thought, he ducked the death eater's fist and kicked the death eater hard in the stomach, yanking back his leg and falling, rolling sideways as the other tried to grab his foot. Launching himself from his kneeling position on the floor Harry landed a hard punch to the man's jaw and ducked back away, bringing out his wand he stunned him.
Harry gathered their wands then levitated all three out the door and downstairs, just as a blats of magic from the upper window of the house next door sent Cho and Oliver flying. Oliver went crashing through a bush and landed hard on a huge mound of bark mulch, Cho crashed into the stone garage, her head cracked against it with a sickening impact and she slid to the ground.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, Harry teleported into the next house, Severus was on the stairs, pressed flat against them, Caitlin had taken refuge in a doorway from the spells being hurled from above.
"There's only two of them, one of them has a machine gun." Harry turned, Andrew Salico was lying at the bottom of the stairs, hidden by the thick banister, holding his cloak to his side, he was soaked in blood.
"Is all of it yours?" Harry asked, kneeling beside him, Andrew shook his head and lifted the cloak to reveal two bullet wounds in his side and a long nasty bullet burn on his arm and another wound on his right ankle.
"No, well most is.they got Sidney, put three rounds in her.ambushed us.and a killing curse." He gasped out, Harry healed the bullet burn and placed enough spells on his so he'd live long enough for the bullets to be removed and his wounds healed.
"They must think us immortal." He turned back to the other two. "Move back, I've hand enough of this!" They both leaped back Harry raised his arms, with a thunderous blast lighting blew the room above clean out of existence, leaving it in tiny pieces, a mound of rubble. Harry summoned out the dead death eaters. He, Severus, and Caitlin raised their wands and shouted "Repario!" Slowly it fixed itself until it only looked like a small bomb had gone off.
"Harry.Cho's dead." Orion told him when they rejoined the others, Harry took one look at her limp form, then knelt beside Oliver, who looked to be in severe pain.
"H-Harry!" he gasped out, "I think I did something to my back.can't move my legs-" He was silenced as Harry swept his hand over Oliver's forehead, Oliver went limp, out cold. Harry did a quick examination of his wounds, a broken back, twisted arm, bullet hole through his shoulder, broken wrist.
The other agents were found, most of them hurt, three of them bringing captured death eaters, the others managed to escape. Harry teleported the injured back to the Fortress in two groups, the others apparated back after the wards were lifted. Ministry wizards flooded in to modify memories and repair the houses.
*** Harry spent all night in the Order's healer's wing helping to cure the curable. But by dawn the rest of the Order had returned with three more dead and seventeen more injured. In all eight death eaters were captured and eleven killed.
You've been a great help Harry, but you should return to Hogwarts. Harry sighed and sent back a reply.
Sure, there isn't much more I can do here anyway. He left just as a bell tolled midnight, completely exhausted.
** "Mr. Potter are you sick?" Harry looked up from his desk, which had a watermelon on it that he had just transfigured from a rat to Professor McGonagal's slightly worried face. He'd been resting his head on his hand, half asleep.
"No, I'm fine.just tired." He said, sitting up, the Professor gave him a long look, but then she was called away by an owl at the window.
"You sure you're okay Harry? You look pale and dazed." Ira said, Harry blinked twice, no he wasn't okay, but he wasn't sure what was wrong.
"Yeah I'm fine, just need to get more sleep."
However by midday Harry quite sure that he was most definitely not fine, in fact he felt dizzy, hot, and exhausted. And his friends had noticed, his skin was pale and his eyes were a much more vivid, electric emerald green than was usual, which was saying something. And every time he looked at a fire his eyes glazed over in seconds, and began to glow. But Harry, unwilling to go into a trance or start giving a prophesy in front of the entire class, who would undoubtedly be terrified, refused to look at any fire long. By lunch time he was shaking just slightly when he moved to quickly and the edges of his vision were misted. But the vision refused to come into focus, even when he tried to get it to, and he had a terrible headache.
Also at lunch he got a letter from some reporter wanting to interview him about the battle the day before. Harry wrote a letter with q quick summary, but spelled it so it couldn't be copied, not wanting it in the paper. And he didn't sign it, just put his seal on the envelope. Ira had pointed out that if the reporter figured out that having Harry write them a letter back was a way to get his autograph such owls'd plague him constantly.
After dinner Harry slumped into a seat by the fire, sweating slightly. Finally he stood and went upstairs and into his rooms with his friends. He sat down in front of the fire, told Ira to write down everything he said, and allowed the dancing flames to mesmerize him.
The darkness part, like someone was pushing a curtain out of the way, Voldemort was sitting on his throne, his apprentice Satan kneeling at his feet.
"Satan you will find me one of the sources of magic, one of the obsidian skulls. That fool Potter doesn't understand them, I do and therefore an master them. They are the most destructive weapon there is, the Order of the Phoenix will surrender rather than have me bring them into play." Voldemort hissed, his scar hurt horribly. The vision faded. Now he was faced with Merlin.
"Be careful Harry. You will need all your powers and strength for the coming battle. Voldemort has done the unthinkable and gotten hundreds of muggle terrorists on his side, though they do not know what he is." Then he faded, then another came, everything was very badly blurred, reds, blacks, grays, oranges, fuzzy colors everywhere, he was looking down on them from.a stairway, but who were they, what was happening. Ah, he was in the Entrance Hall. But what was going on? Then it faded away.
A voice was speaking, calmly, his voice.but what was he saying, how was he speaking so calmly and quietly through so much pain? Searing heat in his scar, he felt like he was being torn apart. Then silence, Harry blinked twice, and nearly fell into the fire, Draco grabbed his shoulder just in time.
"Thanks.what did I say?" he asked, turning to Ira, who read aloud from the parchment.
Peace shall lie over land and sea, Until the great evil arrives, With a wicked horde, Driving a warrior to pick up his sword, The challenger rings then, straight and fair, Justice is with us, beware. Beware!
"Ah, such great wisdom! And what in the name of everything good are we supposed to get out of that?" Ron asked scathingly.
"That's easy, everything was peaceful until Voldemort came." Draco said.
"Then who is this warrior who is being driven to pick up his sword?" Ron asked.
"Ah.Harry." Hermione said.
"But that's already happened!" Ron retorted.
"No.I.no.it has not." Harry said suddenly, in a soft but firm voice, his eyes looked thoughtful, the glowing green had calmed to a turquoise-green, still and calm, the usual mesmeric glitter and blaze gone. But he also looked slightly worried.
"Harry?" Ira asked him.
"Thanks for writing that down. I know what it means, I think." Here he paused for thought then said, "there are dark times ahead of us.the challenge.Voldemort and his army.must be met, but not now. That was of the future, and the present."
"Harry speak English! What are you rambling on about?" Ron said impatiently. Harry gave him a slightly annoyed look.
"Just a thought but, the peace has ended-"
"Harry we know that! It ended three years ago!" Harry continued as if Ron had not spoken.
"-Voldemort came with his horde, that is where we are in the battle right now. The next part is yet to come."
Ron plainly didn't get it, but Ira was giving Harry a very thoughtful look, and he could see Draco was thinking hard, and a flicker of understanding in his eyes. Hermione sniffed.
"As I know I've said countless times, divination is very imprecise, a waste of time really. Ignore it Harry, you're already fighting." She and Ron left to do homework, the other two waited until they were gone.
"But she's wrong! You're Seer abilities have saved us all how many times now? How many times do you have to be right before she gets it? You're not that great fraud of a teacher that's teaching divination!" Ira said angrily after the door had closed behind Ron and Hermione.
"But you are fighting already.it is rather confusing." Draco pointed out.
"No, I'm not really fighting. I'm still in school, no, I have not yet truly begun to fight." Harry said quietly, both of them looked at him.
"Zeesh, I wouldn't want to be on your bad side when you truly begin to fight, if this is just preparatory!" Ira said.
"I'll forward this to the Order, and my visions, Voldemort is after the other skulls, he wasn't to use them as weapons." Harry said, standing he took out the dream recorder, checking to make sure that the prophesy was in it, them went to find Hedwig. When he returned, Zarith on his shoulder, Ira was till there, Draco having departed for his own dormitory in the dungeons.
"Going to have anymore trances?" She asked him, after a moment's thought Harry replied.
"No, not today anyway. Come on, we'd better start on our homework."
Warning: major plot point in this chapter.
Chapter 12
Cho Chang was lying on the floor screaming under the cruciatus curse. Oliver Wood was slumped against the wall behind her, blood flowing heavily from his shoulder, tears of pain streaking down his cheeks. Lacey Callao was pressed against one wall, cornered by two death eaters, one of whom held an ugly skinning knife. The other held his wand, and hers and Oliver's, Cho's wand lay on the dark green and purple rug that covered the floor, broken in two places.
Harry assessed the situation in an instant and pushed the other two back out of sight, the death eaters hadn't seen them, nor had the other three.
"Orion, you take the one who using the cruciatus curse on Chang. Kali get Cho and Oliver out of here and downstairs. I'll take the other two." They both nodded and Orion ran into the room and launched himself onto the death eater. The death eater turned to late, having just enough time to fire a stunning spell, which bounced of a shield, before he was tackled to the floor.
Harry used a crushing curse on one of the remaining death eaters, crushing him into the floor. The other leaped at him, knife slashing wildly, Lacey ran around him and out the door, limping badly.
Harry braced himself, ready for the attack, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. As the death eater came within range he twisted to one side and grabbed the death eater's knife just below the tiny silver crosspiece. Pulling the knife and death eater closer two him he ducked and rolled to one side, reverting the death eaters momentum into downward motion so he slammed into the floor hard beside Harry. Harry had already role dot one knee and he slammed the knife hilt into the death eater's temple as the man's grip on it broke. He tied the death eater up then turned just as the other death eater, who was apparently some kind of body builder, hurled Orion into the wall.
Harry leaped and lashed out with a roar, the man turned, just in time for the side of his face and head to come into contact with Harry's foot. He topple dot the floor, and then rolled over and stagger to stand.
*He must have an incredibly thick skull* Harry thought, he ducked the death eater's fist and kicked the death eater hard in the stomach, yanking back his leg and falling, rolling sideways as the other tried to grab his foot. Launching himself from his kneeling position on the floor Harry landed a hard punch to the man's jaw and ducked back away, bringing out his wand he stunned him.
Harry gathered their wands then levitated all three out the door and downstairs, just as a blats of magic from the upper window of the house next door sent Cho and Oliver flying. Oliver went crashing through a bush and landed hard on a huge mound of bark mulch, Cho crashed into the stone garage, her head cracked against it with a sickening impact and she slid to the ground.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, Harry teleported into the next house, Severus was on the stairs, pressed flat against them, Caitlin had taken refuge in a doorway from the spells being hurled from above.
"There's only two of them, one of them has a machine gun." Harry turned, Andrew Salico was lying at the bottom of the stairs, hidden by the thick banister, holding his cloak to his side, he was soaked in blood.
"Is all of it yours?" Harry asked, kneeling beside him, Andrew shook his head and lifted the cloak to reveal two bullet wounds in his side and a long nasty bullet burn on his arm and another wound on his right ankle.
"No, well most is.they got Sidney, put three rounds in her.ambushed us.and a killing curse." He gasped out, Harry healed the bullet burn and placed enough spells on his so he'd live long enough for the bullets to be removed and his wounds healed.
"They must think us immortal." He turned back to the other two. "Move back, I've hand enough of this!" They both leaped back Harry raised his arms, with a thunderous blast lighting blew the room above clean out of existence, leaving it in tiny pieces, a mound of rubble. Harry summoned out the dead death eaters. He, Severus, and Caitlin raised their wands and shouted "Repario!" Slowly it fixed itself until it only looked like a small bomb had gone off.
"Harry.Cho's dead." Orion told him when they rejoined the others, Harry took one look at her limp form, then knelt beside Oliver, who looked to be in severe pain.
"H-Harry!" he gasped out, "I think I did something to my back.can't move my legs-" He was silenced as Harry swept his hand over Oliver's forehead, Oliver went limp, out cold. Harry did a quick examination of his wounds, a broken back, twisted arm, bullet hole through his shoulder, broken wrist.
The other agents were found, most of them hurt, three of them bringing captured death eaters, the others managed to escape. Harry teleported the injured back to the Fortress in two groups, the others apparated back after the wards were lifted. Ministry wizards flooded in to modify memories and repair the houses.
*** Harry spent all night in the Order's healer's wing helping to cure the curable. But by dawn the rest of the Order had returned with three more dead and seventeen more injured. In all eight death eaters were captured and eleven killed.
You've been a great help Harry, but you should return to Hogwarts. Harry sighed and sent back a reply.
Sure, there isn't much more I can do here anyway. He left just as a bell tolled midnight, completely exhausted.
** "Mr. Potter are you sick?" Harry looked up from his desk, which had a watermelon on it that he had just transfigured from a rat to Professor McGonagal's slightly worried face. He'd been resting his head on his hand, half asleep.
"No, I'm fine.just tired." He said, sitting up, the Professor gave him a long look, but then she was called away by an owl at the window.
"You sure you're okay Harry? You look pale and dazed." Ira said, Harry blinked twice, no he wasn't okay, but he wasn't sure what was wrong.
"Yeah I'm fine, just need to get more sleep."
However by midday Harry quite sure that he was most definitely not fine, in fact he felt dizzy, hot, and exhausted. And his friends had noticed, his skin was pale and his eyes were a much more vivid, electric emerald green than was usual, which was saying something. And every time he looked at a fire his eyes glazed over in seconds, and began to glow. But Harry, unwilling to go into a trance or start giving a prophesy in front of the entire class, who would undoubtedly be terrified, refused to look at any fire long. By lunch time he was shaking just slightly when he moved to quickly and the edges of his vision were misted. But the vision refused to come into focus, even when he tried to get it to, and he had a terrible headache.
Also at lunch he got a letter from some reporter wanting to interview him about the battle the day before. Harry wrote a letter with q quick summary, but spelled it so it couldn't be copied, not wanting it in the paper. And he didn't sign it, just put his seal on the envelope. Ira had pointed out that if the reporter figured out that having Harry write them a letter back was a way to get his autograph such owls'd plague him constantly.
After dinner Harry slumped into a seat by the fire, sweating slightly. Finally he stood and went upstairs and into his rooms with his friends. He sat down in front of the fire, told Ira to write down everything he said, and allowed the dancing flames to mesmerize him.
The darkness part, like someone was pushing a curtain out of the way, Voldemort was sitting on his throne, his apprentice Satan kneeling at his feet.
"Satan you will find me one of the sources of magic, one of the obsidian skulls. That fool Potter doesn't understand them, I do and therefore an master them. They are the most destructive weapon there is, the Order of the Phoenix will surrender rather than have me bring them into play." Voldemort hissed, his scar hurt horribly. The vision faded. Now he was faced with Merlin.
"Be careful Harry. You will need all your powers and strength for the coming battle. Voldemort has done the unthinkable and gotten hundreds of muggle terrorists on his side, though they do not know what he is." Then he faded, then another came, everything was very badly blurred, reds, blacks, grays, oranges, fuzzy colors everywhere, he was looking down on them from.a stairway, but who were they, what was happening. Ah, he was in the Entrance Hall. But what was going on? Then it faded away.
A voice was speaking, calmly, his voice.but what was he saying, how was he speaking so calmly and quietly through so much pain? Searing heat in his scar, he felt like he was being torn apart. Then silence, Harry blinked twice, and nearly fell into the fire, Draco grabbed his shoulder just in time.
"Thanks.what did I say?" he asked, turning to Ira, who read aloud from the parchment.
Peace shall lie over land and sea, Until the great evil arrives, With a wicked horde, Driving a warrior to pick up his sword, The challenger rings then, straight and fair, Justice is with us, beware. Beware!
"Ah, such great wisdom! And what in the name of everything good are we supposed to get out of that?" Ron asked scathingly.
"That's easy, everything was peaceful until Voldemort came." Draco said.
"Then who is this warrior who is being driven to pick up his sword?" Ron asked.
"Ah.Harry." Hermione said.
"But that's already happened!" Ron retorted.
"No.I.no.it has not." Harry said suddenly, in a soft but firm voice, his eyes looked thoughtful, the glowing green had calmed to a turquoise-green, still and calm, the usual mesmeric glitter and blaze gone. But he also looked slightly worried.
"Harry?" Ira asked him.
"Thanks for writing that down. I know what it means, I think." Here he paused for thought then said, "there are dark times ahead of us.the challenge.Voldemort and his army.must be met, but not now. That was of the future, and the present."
"Harry speak English! What are you rambling on about?" Ron said impatiently. Harry gave him a slightly annoyed look.
"Just a thought but, the peace has ended-"
"Harry we know that! It ended three years ago!" Harry continued as if Ron had not spoken.
"-Voldemort came with his horde, that is where we are in the battle right now. The next part is yet to come."
Ron plainly didn't get it, but Ira was giving Harry a very thoughtful look, and he could see Draco was thinking hard, and a flicker of understanding in his eyes. Hermione sniffed.
"As I know I've said countless times, divination is very imprecise, a waste of time really. Ignore it Harry, you're already fighting." She and Ron left to do homework, the other two waited until they were gone.
"But she's wrong! You're Seer abilities have saved us all how many times now? How many times do you have to be right before she gets it? You're not that great fraud of a teacher that's teaching divination!" Ira said angrily after the door had closed behind Ron and Hermione.
"But you are fighting already.it is rather confusing." Draco pointed out.
"No, I'm not really fighting. I'm still in school, no, I have not yet truly begun to fight." Harry said quietly, both of them looked at him.
"Zeesh, I wouldn't want to be on your bad side when you truly begin to fight, if this is just preparatory!" Ira said.
"I'll forward this to the Order, and my visions, Voldemort is after the other skulls, he wasn't to use them as weapons." Harry said, standing he took out the dream recorder, checking to make sure that the prophesy was in it, them went to find Hedwig. When he returned, Zarith on his shoulder, Ira was till there, Draco having departed for his own dormitory in the dungeons.
"Going to have anymore trances?" She asked him, after a moment's thought Harry replied.
"No, not today anyway. Come on, we'd better start on our homework."