When Angels Die
Ch: 14
Disclaimer: see part 1
Out of the chamber Harry went, stalking through the gathering gloom with a pale light shinning from his new staff lighting his way. Anger was visible in every line of his body and nothing would stand in his way.
Harry could see a figure in front of him some way off in the distance but it wasn't alone. Another figure was hiding right behind it.
"So, trying to use Draco as a shield?" Harry growled, his voice puffing out cold air. Distantly his mind registered the fact that the temperature had dropped dramatically since he had first entered the chamber hours ago. "Get your filthy hands off of him, whoever you are!"
Laughter met his ears as Harry stopped mere feet from Draco's limp form. Harry took a moment to study his soul mate; Draco was standing up and facing him but his body was limp and relaxed. Draco's whole body was loose but Harry recoiled when he noticed his face- pale as death with lips turning purple. A struggle was taking place in those steel gray eyes. Draco's eyes were alert but he couldn't seem to move!
"He can't seem to move, can he?" a deep and mocking voice called. "I wonder why?"
Draco's arms shot straight up. In his hand was his wand clutching his wand and pointing it straight at Harry!
"Do you wonder what he'll do to you?" Draco took one struggling step towards Harry with his wand still raised.
"He won't do anything he doesn't want to, Puppet Master!" called Harry as he gazed at his love. Around Draco's body were thousands and thousands of small and glittering threads attached to all parts of Draco's body, tightening and weaving all about. Harry knew this spell- the Puppet Masters Curse.
Similar to that of the Imperious Curse, it allowed complete control over someone but it doesn't capture the victims mind. They are aware of everything that happens but they could not stop it. At least the Imperious blankets the mind from all that happens.
"So you recognize the Curse! Oh I'm so proud of you, Harry! Or should I call you the Staff Wielder?" the voice echoed around the caverns, bouncing off rocks and dirt.
Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously. Draco's arm steadied out and he took one- step foreword, his eyes betraying his sorrow. The wand steadied- pointed straight at Harry's heart and not a tremor was noticed.
"Do you think he would kill you, Harry? Are you willing to gamble your love for him on your life?" the voice dropped and became deeper, echoing to the depth of the cave. "Are you willing to die for him?"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" shouted Draco.
The curse shot out into the darkness, a bright green among the darkness of the caves, illuminating the horror in Draco's eyes. It sped straight towards Harry but the man never moved, only stared at the oncoming death with steady green eyes. A laugh sounded in the deep just as the curse smacked Harry straight in the chest.
A green light burst into being, surrounding Harry in a cone of swirling light. As the brightness faded, it revealed Harry, with one pale hand outstretched, cradling a small ball of green light. The laughter stopped.
"Wha- what is going on? You should b-be dead!"
"Do you really think that you could kill me with this curse?" The ball of light was slowly unraveling, becoming nothing but strings of pale green light. The strings slowly raised from Harry palm forming pictures of things- first a dragon, then a unicorn, and lastly a large phoenix rising from a white light.
"When I was first hit with this curse I kept a piece of it in me, a piece that waited for the day for it to be unleashed. I can control this curse because it is a part of me- and I'll never die by it." The phoenix slowly stretched it wings and raised itself into the air, rising higher and higher, gliding through the air. "You, on the other hand, will die from it."
The phoenix dove into the gloom and smacked into the hidden figure. With a loud thump it was dead. Suddenly Draco dropped to the ground and lay there for a moment. Harry rushed to his side.
"Are you okay, Draco?"
Draco cleared his throat before looking up at Harry. "I'll be fine but that was a brilliant display!"
Harry gathered Draco up into his arms. "Are you sure you're okay? You swear?"
"I'm fine Harry, don't worry about me. But I know who it was at any rate. I see you have the staff."
Harry slowly stroked a pale cheek. "Who was it?"
"Percy Weasley."
"No! Are you serious?"
Draco slowly nodded. "Yes. See for yourself."
Harry gently pushed Draco aside and walked towards the fallen foe. A form in the usual apparels of all dark robes and white mask. He slowly reached up and grasped the mask- removing I revealed the face of none other than Percy Weasley.
"Percy. Why?" Harry said almost to himself.
"None of us will never know. Don't worry about this Harry. It is not your fault."
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and Harry leaned into his embrace.
"I know. Let's go back to Hogwarts."
AN: I hope you enjoy and I am so sorry about the wait! Enjoy and thanks to all my reviewers! IM ON PEOPLES FAVORITES LIST! ~Ta-ta
Out of the chamber Harry went, stalking through the gathering gloom with a pale light shinning from his new staff lighting his way. Anger was visible in every line of his body and nothing would stand in his way.
Harry could see a figure in front of him some way off in the distance but it wasn't alone. Another figure was hiding right behind it.
"So, trying to use Draco as a shield?" Harry growled, his voice puffing out cold air. Distantly his mind registered the fact that the temperature had dropped dramatically since he had first entered the chamber hours ago. "Get your filthy hands off of him, whoever you are!"
Laughter met his ears as Harry stopped mere feet from Draco's limp form. Harry took a moment to study his soul mate; Draco was standing up and facing him but his body was limp and relaxed. Draco's whole body was loose but Harry recoiled when he noticed his face- pale as death with lips turning purple. A struggle was taking place in those steel gray eyes. Draco's eyes were alert but he couldn't seem to move!
"He can't seem to move, can he?" a deep and mocking voice called. "I wonder why?"
Draco's arms shot straight up. In his hand was his wand clutching his wand and pointing it straight at Harry!
"Do you wonder what he'll do to you?" Draco took one struggling step towards Harry with his wand still raised.
"He won't do anything he doesn't want to, Puppet Master!" called Harry as he gazed at his love. Around Draco's body were thousands and thousands of small and glittering threads attached to all parts of Draco's body, tightening and weaving all about. Harry knew this spell- the Puppet Masters Curse.
Similar to that of the Imperious Curse, it allowed complete control over someone but it doesn't capture the victims mind. They are aware of everything that happens but they could not stop it. At least the Imperious blankets the mind from all that happens.
"So you recognize the Curse! Oh I'm so proud of you, Harry! Or should I call you the Staff Wielder?" the voice echoed around the caverns, bouncing off rocks and dirt.
Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously. Draco's arm steadied out and he took one- step foreword, his eyes betraying his sorrow. The wand steadied- pointed straight at Harry's heart and not a tremor was noticed.
"Do you think he would kill you, Harry? Are you willing to gamble your love for him on your life?" the voice dropped and became deeper, echoing to the depth of the cave. "Are you willing to die for him?"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" shouted Draco.
The curse shot out into the darkness, a bright green among the darkness of the caves, illuminating the horror in Draco's eyes. It sped straight towards Harry but the man never moved, only stared at the oncoming death with steady green eyes. A laugh sounded in the deep just as the curse smacked Harry straight in the chest.
A green light burst into being, surrounding Harry in a cone of swirling light. As the brightness faded, it revealed Harry, with one pale hand outstretched, cradling a small ball of green light. The laughter stopped.
"Wha- what is going on? You should b-be dead!"
"Do you really think that you could kill me with this curse?" The ball of light was slowly unraveling, becoming nothing but strings of pale green light. The strings slowly raised from Harry palm forming pictures of things- first a dragon, then a unicorn, and lastly a large phoenix rising from a white light.
"When I was first hit with this curse I kept a piece of it in me, a piece that waited for the day for it to be unleashed. I can control this curse because it is a part of me- and I'll never die by it." The phoenix slowly stretched it wings and raised itself into the air, rising higher and higher, gliding through the air. "You, on the other hand, will die from it."
The phoenix dove into the gloom and smacked into the hidden figure. With a loud thump it was dead. Suddenly Draco dropped to the ground and lay there for a moment. Harry rushed to his side.
"Are you okay, Draco?"
Draco cleared his throat before looking up at Harry. "I'll be fine but that was a brilliant display!"
Harry gathered Draco up into his arms. "Are you sure you're okay? You swear?"
"I'm fine Harry, don't worry about me. But I know who it was at any rate. I see you have the staff."
Harry slowly stroked a pale cheek. "Who was it?"
"Percy Weasley."
"No! Are you serious?"
Draco slowly nodded. "Yes. See for yourself."
Harry gently pushed Draco aside and walked towards the fallen foe. A form in the usual apparels of all dark robes and white mask. He slowly reached up and grasped the mask- removing I revealed the face of none other than Percy Weasley.
"Percy. Why?" Harry said almost to himself.
"None of us will never know. Don't worry about this Harry. It is not your fault."
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and Harry leaned into his embrace.
"I know. Let's go back to Hogwarts."
AN: I hope you enjoy and I am so sorry about the wait! Enjoy and thanks to all my reviewers! IM ON PEOPLES FAVORITES LIST! ~Ta-ta