Affair with Death...
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A/N: Hey you all! Thanks soooo much for all the reviews, I loved them!!!!!!! :-) I'm sorry this chapter took longer then I expected, I have probably rewritten it about 5 times, something I don't often do! But here it is, I hope you enjoy!
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Harry walked slowly up the carpeted stairs in the hallway and into his room. Immediately he collapsed onto his bed, exhausted. His uncle, Vernon, had seen Arabic this morning and had immediately demanded that Harry dispose of the thing. Harry had started arguing with Vernon immediately and had gotten a little mad, resulting in a million chores that he had to get done before lunch time. It was now 1:00 and, after eating a small lunch of grilled cheese and soup that he had made himself, Harry had run up to his room to lie down.
Arabic, who was sleeping comfortably now on a small bed made out of assorted objects, was curled up on Harry's pillow.
Harry sighed. Although he didn't really mind Arabic liking his pillow, it was rather weird to sleep on it that night knowing that a 3 foot snake had been on it the same day.
But Harry's musings were cut short by a sudden hiss of surprise from Arabic. Harry looked over at his pet snake. Arabic looked at him sharply and said quickly.
"Hurry, I feel a trance coming, write down what I ssay, will you?" Harry nodded and watched Arabic. Suddenly Arabic quieted and laid down on the pillow again, as if sleeping. Harry was a little alarmed, but suddenly Arabic sprang up again, but he didn't look like the snake Harry had seen a second ago.
Arabic's normally clear, focused eyes were cloudy and dull. He was coiled tightly and kept his neck up straight. Slowly the snake began to speak, but his voice was nothing like his normal one. It was monotonous and it sounded like he was reciting poetry.
"Four elementals will soon come to be.
Though none has yet arose, 2 will soon be seen.
The first was an enemy, bitter and weary.
Next shall come the once dead, yet to rise again.
Third will come the fire, burning through and through.
Last to power will be the one, that often pulls them through.
The daughter of earth is youngest,
But not the weakest link.
Though timid she may be, she shall make the
Whole earth shake. Her level head shall often save
Them from an awful row. For calm and strong she stands,
Like a willow tall.
The next can rule the wind and sky
With the smallest word.
Though his intellect is needed,
This hardly shows at all.
His funny personality
Keeps them all in tow.
The one of flame and fire
Shall often help them out.
Though tempers strong and fiery,
She's loyal to them all.
The last of them is water,
But ice should be his name.
Though sarcasm lines his speech
His heart surpasses all.
Though all are great in their own way,
They need one to call a leader.
One that's stronger than the rest.
A leader that like all of them,
Yet very different too.
He's as brave as strongest fire,
He's calmer than the wind.
His calming sense of loyalty is like
The willow strong.
His cunning and intelligence can rival
Water too. For he is part of all of them,
Yet part himself too.
Yet something in him relates to
None of them at all.
His necromancer power, surpasses them
By far.
Though he may seem 4 times as strong,
With every strength they have.
Bear in mind that weaknesses are great.
Power, though sometimes good, can have its bad points too.
For with every strength he has, comes a weakness too.
So, although he may be stronger then the other four
Remember that, though he might hide it,
he's weaker then them all.
His temper's like the fire,
He's moody as the wind,
His quietness and fear,
Makes him draw it all in.
And like ice, he never talks,
Never shares his pain."
Arabic finally finished his long prophecy and snapped quickly back into focus.
"Gods, I really don't like all these propheciesss, they really hurt my head." Arabic said in a rather whiny voice, but Harry wasn't listening, he was simply staring at the piece of parchment that sat on his lap, a worn-down quill laying next to it. His emerald eyes were flooded with confusion, mixed with a bit of worry and his small glasses were perched at the end of his nose, making him look like a college student studying for a final.
Arabic looked at Harry, a little worried. He slowly slid down from his makeshift bed and onto Harry's old bedspread. Quietly he slithered up Harry's arm and onto his usual spot, right above Harry's elbow. Slowly he looked over Harry's head and started to read the prophecy he had just uttered.
"That's the longest prophecy I have ever made! And, oh my, it rhymes! My prophecy's have never rhymed before!" Suddenly his red eyes turned lighter and he hissed in laughter
"Heehee Harry, you wrote this whole thing in Parsletounge! How am I supposed to send it to Dumbledore if its in parsletounge?"
Harry looked at his friend crossly, his messy bangs falling into his eyes, making him look like a little kid pouting at his parent.
"Well how was I supposed to write it, that's the language you were speaking and I had to write it down really quickly, I didn't even know parsletounge was a written language!"
"Well it is." Arabic said briskly, fitting into the parental role happily, and shoved a new piece of parchment at Harry.
"Here, write it over again pleasse, we have to ssend this to Dumbledore, I have a feeling that he will be intrigued."
Harry groaned at his snake, but obediently started writing when Arabic gave him a death glare.
"Why do you keep using such big words anyways Arabic? Intrigued, ha, makes you sound like Professor McGonnagal!"
Arabic rolled his bright red eyes at Harry and watched him write the prophecy in English.
Harry finished writing the long prophecy in his legible scrawl and started another note, explaining to his headmaster that his pet snake had made the prophecy and that he had a strange feeling that it was very important.
Harry placed the two letters carefully in a small white envelope and walked over to his beautiful white owl, who quickly turned her snowy back to him and hooted angrily. Hedwig, who had always been a vain bird, was very angry at Harry for getting another pet. Harry looked at her with his eyes wide and said pleadingly
"Hey Hedwig, will you deliver this letter to Dumbledore for me? I promise I'll give you an extra owl treat!" Hedwig gave Harry an angry glare, but allowed him to tie the note on her leg before flying away quickly without a backwards glance.
"Thanks!" Harry called after the retreating form of his snowy owls back.
Suddenly the aching and weariness came back to Harry, reminding him how tired he was. Harry groaned and unwrapped Arabic from his arm before slowly laying down on his small bed. The mattress springs squeaked loudly as Harry's 16 year old body tested their strength. The black-haired boy smiled and carefully removed his small glasses, laying them on his night table and slowly drifting off to sleep.
But Arabic, though try as he might, couldn't get to sleep, for something in Harry was bothering him. He strained his magical senses towards the boy. Immediately he sat up, straining harder. He could feel, well it was strange but, it seemed like Harry had a huge amount of magic surfacing to the top of his blood. As if there were a layer of unused magic right under Harry's skin, threatening to burst out. Arabic shook his head at himself. That couldn't be right, Harry shouldn't even have that much magic in him, much less right under his skin. That huge prophecy must have exhausted his magical prophecies somehow. Arabic shook his head at himself and smiled.
"Great, first I prophecise in rhyme, now I'm feeling as if Harry's about to explode, just great..." And with that parting word, Arabic too fell asleep.
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Harry woke up quickly, sitting straight up in bed and running his hand through his sweaty hair, making it stand straight up in small spikes. Harry looked around the room, terrified. He was sure that he was in danger, horrible danger. His eyes frantically traveled over his room. His night table was just as he had left it, his glasses sitting near the edge and his hand-me-down lamp sitting in the center. His wood drawers were normal, with some drawers half open and clothes hanging out. Nothing unusual there. No, his room was fine, he could just make out his wand on his desk with the rickety leg, although it was very blurred.
Harry put on his glasses, bringing everything into clarity again. He sighed in relief, trying to clam his franticly beating heart. He must have had another Voldemort dream. Still, try as he might, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that there was danger all around him. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of the feeling, then turned to Arabic to say something. But he soon forgot what he was going to say. Arabic was sitting in the pile of cloth that he used as a bed. But he wasn't sleeping. His coal black body was stiff with nerves, every muscle tense. His eyes were burning a fiery red, looking like 2 vibrant coals, red and glowing brilliantly. The stripe across his neck somehow looked darker green, almost forest green. He was straining towards the door and a look of fear and determination was etched across his face.
Harry stared at his snake for a moment before coming up close to Arabic and whispering quietly.
"Arabic, what is it? Is there something wrong?" Harry asked in a worried voice.
Arabic answered in a rather sarcastic voice that he rarely used. "Oh no, nothings wrong, I jusst find it interesting to ssit here sstraining every magical ssense I have to figure out how many of them there are!"
Harry looked at his snake, confused and worried. It was obviously Arabic was very nervous because he could tell that he wasn't usually so sarcastic.
"How many of who's are there?!" Harry asked, perplexed.
Arabic looked at him with fear apparent in his blood-red eyes.
"Death eaters. I know that Voldemort's with them, I could ssense his type of magic a mile away, but there sseems to only be 4 or 5 death eaters with him. Why wouldn't he bring more?"
Although Harry was very alarmed to find that there were death eaters outside, he felt the familiar surge of anger rush through him.
"Oh, that doesn't surprise me. He never takes many when he's trying to kill me. I guess he thinks that I'm just a helpless boy and that I have had pure luck against him. And its true. I wonder if the luck I have had for so long will finally end soon." Harry said, with bitterness and fury lining his voice.
Arabic looked at him rather strangely, then said quietly.
"Whatever. All I know is that they are about to break through the last enchantment holding them out. Harry, why don't you get the Dursleys and tell them to stay upstairs or they will certainly get killed."
Harry rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "well that wouldn't really be a bad thing now would it..." But he obediently walked out of his room and went quickly downstairs.
As he expected, he found his relatives sitting on the couch, watching the huge wall-sized t.v. they had just bought.
Harry walked up to his uncle and tapped him on the shoulder. His uncle, not even turning around yelled loudly.
"Harry, go away! I thought I told you not to interrupt me when I'm watching tv!"
Harry rolled his eyes and soon realized that there was no way he could get them to listen to him while the tv was on.
So he simply walked over and turned it off. Vernon looked at Harry for a second before he started shouting.
"Boy, turn that tv back on right now or you wont get meals for a week! What do you think your doing, interrupting our quality time with the family together?!"
Harry rolled his eyes at his crazy uncle and said urgently.
"Sorry Uncle but you have to get upstairs. There are wizards outside who will kill you in one second if you don't leave now!"
Dudley gave him a contemptuous look that clearly told him that he was crazy before rushing to the tv. But Harry was ready. He rushed quickly between the tv and Dudley and pointed it straight at his head. Dudley turned white and squealed like a pig, something he had started to do ever since Hagrid's brave attempt at turning him into a pig Harry's first year.
"Don't move Dudley. You are all going upstairs now or I will turn Dudley into a pig again. And I know how to do it right." Harry's voice was cold and threatening.
Vernon opened his mouth wide, obviously about to scream some more at Harry, but a loud blast cut him off. The front door shivered hard, but stood strong. Suddenly Vernon's angry face turned into a smirk.
"So, trying to get your little wizard friends to scare us are you? So you can run this household. Well sorry Harry, it isn't working. Now move right now or I swear I'll kick you out of the house."
Harry stared, dumbfounded at his Uncle. Could he really be that stupid? Was it just him or did the door just shake? And Vernon actually thought that it was a prank?! He had to get the fools upstairs before they all died!
But the front door shook harder and Vernon, who saw Harry's lapse in attention attacked the skinny boy, pushing him away from the precious tv and turning it on. They all smiled, obviously feeling that they were very smart, and kept watching their show.
Harry stared at them for another minute before deciding that it really wasn't his fault. He had no choice, he had to leave them there and hope that Voldemort didn't hurt them or die himself. And he had learned last year that despite what he might think, he was valuable to the magical community.
He turned to his relatives with a small, twisted smile. They wouldn't trust him with anything, ever. And now their own spite for Harry would kill them. He tried to help them, though he certainly didn't like any of them. But hey, it was their choice.
Harry took a final look at his only blood-relatives, whishing that he could remember one time, just once, that one of them had shown the least bit of affection. Acted as if they would care in the least if he died, feel even the slightest twinge of guilt if they kicked him out of the house. But they hadn't. Not ever. So Harry had to leave them. He had to get away, at least die holding his wand, die a little bit better than the stupid Muggles he was somehow related to.
Harry walked quietly up the padded stairs and into his room, a look of acceptance on his face. Arabic didn't even have to ask how they took it. He knew. Harry walked silently over to his desk and picked up his handsome wand, swishing it experimentally in the air.
Harry turned to Arabic and silently held out his arm to his pet snake, his only friend during the summer. Arabic smiled at Harry before tensing up again, trying to see how the death eaters were doing with the last spell. Harry too tried to sense them out, and to his great surprise, found that he could. If he tuned into the magic inside him, something he had never tried doing before, he could actually sense the death eaters. There was a sort of stench in the air around them, a rotting kind of feel to them. Arabic was right, there were 5 of them ,all trying to work on the last spell Dumbledore had put around the house. Harry could feel it crumbling slowly, deteriorating under the pressure of dark magic. And then he sensed someone else. Actually more like didn't sense it. For where he was sure Voldemort was there was a horrible place of emptiness. A kind of void of darkness around him, radiating dark power. Harry shuttered and felt his scar slowly start to burn. But the pain was not as intense as it usually was when Voldemort was so close, Harry wasn't sure why.
Suddenly Harry felt the last spell holding them back break, crumble into nothingness. Arabic stiffened more against Harry's arm, squeezing it rather tightly. Harry felt the magic go into the TV room, felt the head death eater walk forwards. Harry's blood began to boil, with fear mixed with anger. Then he felt the curse fly towards the Dursleys, he could feel the green light, traveling almost faster than the eye can see, and then nothing. Nothing except the evil pleasure he could feel in all the death eaters. The pleasure in killing, a pleasure so alien to Harry he could hardly imagine it. Hardly.
Then they were coming, coming towards Harry. Arabic turned to Harry and said quietly
"When they come in, I'm going to sslip of your arm and start biting the death eaters. Unfortunately I don't think my bite would hurt Voldemort sso I cant help you there. Still, I think I can get rid of all the death eaters before they realize what happened to the firsst one."
Harry nodded and watched the door of his room warily, feeling the death eaters getting closer. He slowly raised his wand hand, casting the best defense spell he knew, although he knew it wouldn't help much. The doorknob slowly turned and Arabic slowly slid off his arm, waiting near the door for the first victim. He didn't have long to wait. The door swung open dramatically, revealing a man in the customary long robes and big hoods that the death eaters all wore. The next second he was stumbling across the room, clutching his leg, but the others didn't seem to notice. Soon all Voldemort's guards were on the floor, dead. Harry smiled at Arabic and let him slither back onto his arm.
And there was Voldemort, standing serenely in the doorway, his pale face looking totally composed.
"I didn't really need them you know Harry. You aren't much of a threat to me anymore. I have every weapon you have and more. Why don't you just give up."
Harry felt it suddenly, rushing through his whole body along with the horrible fury he felt for this soulless man. His blood felt think and strong, there was magic pulsating through his arms and into his wand. Harry smiled suddenly, no longer afraid. His eyes were merciless, Hard emeralds, there was no remorse in them. No fear. Nor was there in Voldemort. He was simply looking amused. Harry twisted his lips in a sneer, a look that was hardly ever seen on Harry's face.
"that's where you are wrong." Harry said, the calmness in his voice surprising even himself. "I have the element of surprise." Harry wasn't sure what he was doing or why he felt so strong but he knew that he was about to hurt Voldemort badly. Although it wouldn't kill him, Harry was sure of this.
"/Limperagro!/" Harry bellowed, surprising himself greatly. He barely remembered the lesson he had learned about the spell, but he was sure it wouldn't work. He wasn't nearly powerful enough! But to his great surprise it did.
A bright gold light blasted out of Harry's wand, Going straight towards Voldemort's head, a look of surprise flew across Voldemort's face for a mere second before hurriedly countering the strong spell. Harry watched in amazement the reflexes Voldemort pulled off. So quick Harry could barely see it, his wand flew across his head, blocking the spell and throwing anther at Harry. He tried to move, he really did, but he was too stunned. The beam of light flew towards his hand, and neatly knocked Harry's wand from his hand. It spun across the floor quickly... And landed right next to Voldemort. Voldemort smiled in victory while Harry stared, disbelievingly, at his wand, now clutched in Voldemort's clammy hand.
He had lost. And Harry knew what it meant to lose to Voldemort. Death...
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AN: Ok, so you guys like it? Yes, no? I'm sorry if I missed some spelling or grammar mistakes, I am pretty bad at catching those and after trying to write this chapter for 5 days in a row, I'm pretty tired of it.
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A/N: Hey you all! Thanks soooo much for all the reviews, I loved them!!!!!!! :-) I'm sorry this chapter took longer then I expected, I have probably rewritten it about 5 times, something I don't often do! But here it is, I hope you enjoy!
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Harry walked slowly up the carpeted stairs in the hallway and into his room. Immediately he collapsed onto his bed, exhausted. His uncle, Vernon, had seen Arabic this morning and had immediately demanded that Harry dispose of the thing. Harry had started arguing with Vernon immediately and had gotten a little mad, resulting in a million chores that he had to get done before lunch time. It was now 1:00 and, after eating a small lunch of grilled cheese and soup that he had made himself, Harry had run up to his room to lie down.
Arabic, who was sleeping comfortably now on a small bed made out of assorted objects, was curled up on Harry's pillow.
Harry sighed. Although he didn't really mind Arabic liking his pillow, it was rather weird to sleep on it that night knowing that a 3 foot snake had been on it the same day.
But Harry's musings were cut short by a sudden hiss of surprise from Arabic. Harry looked over at his pet snake. Arabic looked at him sharply and said quickly.
"Hurry, I feel a trance coming, write down what I ssay, will you?" Harry nodded and watched Arabic. Suddenly Arabic quieted and laid down on the pillow again, as if sleeping. Harry was a little alarmed, but suddenly Arabic sprang up again, but he didn't look like the snake Harry had seen a second ago.
Arabic's normally clear, focused eyes were cloudy and dull. He was coiled tightly and kept his neck up straight. Slowly the snake began to speak, but his voice was nothing like his normal one. It was monotonous and it sounded like he was reciting poetry.
"Four elementals will soon come to be.
Though none has yet arose, 2 will soon be seen.
The first was an enemy, bitter and weary.
Next shall come the once dead, yet to rise again.
Third will come the fire, burning through and through.
Last to power will be the one, that often pulls them through.
The daughter of earth is youngest,
But not the weakest link.
Though timid she may be, she shall make the
Whole earth shake. Her level head shall often save
Them from an awful row. For calm and strong she stands,
Like a willow tall.
The next can rule the wind and sky
With the smallest word.
Though his intellect is needed,
This hardly shows at all.
His funny personality
Keeps them all in tow.
The one of flame and fire
Shall often help them out.
Though tempers strong and fiery,
She's loyal to them all.
The last of them is water,
But ice should be his name.
Though sarcasm lines his speech
His heart surpasses all.
Though all are great in their own way,
They need one to call a leader.
One that's stronger than the rest.
A leader that like all of them,
Yet very different too.
He's as brave as strongest fire,
He's calmer than the wind.
His calming sense of loyalty is like
The willow strong.
His cunning and intelligence can rival
Water too. For he is part of all of them,
Yet part himself too.
Yet something in him relates to
None of them at all.
His necromancer power, surpasses them
By far.
Though he may seem 4 times as strong,
With every strength they have.
Bear in mind that weaknesses are great.
Power, though sometimes good, can have its bad points too.
For with every strength he has, comes a weakness too.
So, although he may be stronger then the other four
Remember that, though he might hide it,
he's weaker then them all.
His temper's like the fire,
He's moody as the wind,
His quietness and fear,
Makes him draw it all in.
And like ice, he never talks,
Never shares his pain."
Arabic finally finished his long prophecy and snapped quickly back into focus.
"Gods, I really don't like all these propheciesss, they really hurt my head." Arabic said in a rather whiny voice, but Harry wasn't listening, he was simply staring at the piece of parchment that sat on his lap, a worn-down quill laying next to it. His emerald eyes were flooded with confusion, mixed with a bit of worry and his small glasses were perched at the end of his nose, making him look like a college student studying for a final.
Arabic looked at Harry, a little worried. He slowly slid down from his makeshift bed and onto Harry's old bedspread. Quietly he slithered up Harry's arm and onto his usual spot, right above Harry's elbow. Slowly he looked over Harry's head and started to read the prophecy he had just uttered.
"That's the longest prophecy I have ever made! And, oh my, it rhymes! My prophecy's have never rhymed before!" Suddenly his red eyes turned lighter and he hissed in laughter
"Heehee Harry, you wrote this whole thing in Parsletounge! How am I supposed to send it to Dumbledore if its in parsletounge?"
Harry looked at his friend crossly, his messy bangs falling into his eyes, making him look like a little kid pouting at his parent.
"Well how was I supposed to write it, that's the language you were speaking and I had to write it down really quickly, I didn't even know parsletounge was a written language!"
"Well it is." Arabic said briskly, fitting into the parental role happily, and shoved a new piece of parchment at Harry.
"Here, write it over again pleasse, we have to ssend this to Dumbledore, I have a feeling that he will be intrigued."
Harry groaned at his snake, but obediently started writing when Arabic gave him a death glare.
"Why do you keep using such big words anyways Arabic? Intrigued, ha, makes you sound like Professor McGonnagal!"
Arabic rolled his bright red eyes at Harry and watched him write the prophecy in English.
Harry finished writing the long prophecy in his legible scrawl and started another note, explaining to his headmaster that his pet snake had made the prophecy and that he had a strange feeling that it was very important.
Harry placed the two letters carefully in a small white envelope and walked over to his beautiful white owl, who quickly turned her snowy back to him and hooted angrily. Hedwig, who had always been a vain bird, was very angry at Harry for getting another pet. Harry looked at her with his eyes wide and said pleadingly
"Hey Hedwig, will you deliver this letter to Dumbledore for me? I promise I'll give you an extra owl treat!" Hedwig gave Harry an angry glare, but allowed him to tie the note on her leg before flying away quickly without a backwards glance.
"Thanks!" Harry called after the retreating form of his snowy owls back.
Suddenly the aching and weariness came back to Harry, reminding him how tired he was. Harry groaned and unwrapped Arabic from his arm before slowly laying down on his small bed. The mattress springs squeaked loudly as Harry's 16 year old body tested their strength. The black-haired boy smiled and carefully removed his small glasses, laying them on his night table and slowly drifting off to sleep.
But Arabic, though try as he might, couldn't get to sleep, for something in Harry was bothering him. He strained his magical senses towards the boy. Immediately he sat up, straining harder. He could feel, well it was strange but, it seemed like Harry had a huge amount of magic surfacing to the top of his blood. As if there were a layer of unused magic right under Harry's skin, threatening to burst out. Arabic shook his head at himself. That couldn't be right, Harry shouldn't even have that much magic in him, much less right under his skin. That huge prophecy must have exhausted his magical prophecies somehow. Arabic shook his head at himself and smiled.
"Great, first I prophecise in rhyme, now I'm feeling as if Harry's about to explode, just great..." And with that parting word, Arabic too fell asleep.
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Harry woke up quickly, sitting straight up in bed and running his hand through his sweaty hair, making it stand straight up in small spikes. Harry looked around the room, terrified. He was sure that he was in danger, horrible danger. His eyes frantically traveled over his room. His night table was just as he had left it, his glasses sitting near the edge and his hand-me-down lamp sitting in the center. His wood drawers were normal, with some drawers half open and clothes hanging out. Nothing unusual there. No, his room was fine, he could just make out his wand on his desk with the rickety leg, although it was very blurred.
Harry put on his glasses, bringing everything into clarity again. He sighed in relief, trying to clam his franticly beating heart. He must have had another Voldemort dream. Still, try as he might, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that there was danger all around him. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of the feeling, then turned to Arabic to say something. But he soon forgot what he was going to say. Arabic was sitting in the pile of cloth that he used as a bed. But he wasn't sleeping. His coal black body was stiff with nerves, every muscle tense. His eyes were burning a fiery red, looking like 2 vibrant coals, red and glowing brilliantly. The stripe across his neck somehow looked darker green, almost forest green. He was straining towards the door and a look of fear and determination was etched across his face.
Harry stared at his snake for a moment before coming up close to Arabic and whispering quietly.
"Arabic, what is it? Is there something wrong?" Harry asked in a worried voice.
Arabic answered in a rather sarcastic voice that he rarely used. "Oh no, nothings wrong, I jusst find it interesting to ssit here sstraining every magical ssense I have to figure out how many of them there are!"
Harry looked at his snake, confused and worried. It was obviously Arabic was very nervous because he could tell that he wasn't usually so sarcastic.
"How many of who's are there?!" Harry asked, perplexed.
Arabic looked at him with fear apparent in his blood-red eyes.
"Death eaters. I know that Voldemort's with them, I could ssense his type of magic a mile away, but there sseems to only be 4 or 5 death eaters with him. Why wouldn't he bring more?"
Although Harry was very alarmed to find that there were death eaters outside, he felt the familiar surge of anger rush through him.
"Oh, that doesn't surprise me. He never takes many when he's trying to kill me. I guess he thinks that I'm just a helpless boy and that I have had pure luck against him. And its true. I wonder if the luck I have had for so long will finally end soon." Harry said, with bitterness and fury lining his voice.
Arabic looked at him rather strangely, then said quietly.
"Whatever. All I know is that they are about to break through the last enchantment holding them out. Harry, why don't you get the Dursleys and tell them to stay upstairs or they will certainly get killed."
Harry rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "well that wouldn't really be a bad thing now would it..." But he obediently walked out of his room and went quickly downstairs.
As he expected, he found his relatives sitting on the couch, watching the huge wall-sized t.v. they had just bought.
Harry walked up to his uncle and tapped him on the shoulder. His uncle, not even turning around yelled loudly.
"Harry, go away! I thought I told you not to interrupt me when I'm watching tv!"
Harry rolled his eyes and soon realized that there was no way he could get them to listen to him while the tv was on.
So he simply walked over and turned it off. Vernon looked at Harry for a second before he started shouting.
"Boy, turn that tv back on right now or you wont get meals for a week! What do you think your doing, interrupting our quality time with the family together?!"
Harry rolled his eyes at his crazy uncle and said urgently.
"Sorry Uncle but you have to get upstairs. There are wizards outside who will kill you in one second if you don't leave now!"
Dudley gave him a contemptuous look that clearly told him that he was crazy before rushing to the tv. But Harry was ready. He rushed quickly between the tv and Dudley and pointed it straight at his head. Dudley turned white and squealed like a pig, something he had started to do ever since Hagrid's brave attempt at turning him into a pig Harry's first year.
"Don't move Dudley. You are all going upstairs now or I will turn Dudley into a pig again. And I know how to do it right." Harry's voice was cold and threatening.
Vernon opened his mouth wide, obviously about to scream some more at Harry, but a loud blast cut him off. The front door shivered hard, but stood strong. Suddenly Vernon's angry face turned into a smirk.
"So, trying to get your little wizard friends to scare us are you? So you can run this household. Well sorry Harry, it isn't working. Now move right now or I swear I'll kick you out of the house."
Harry stared, dumbfounded at his Uncle. Could he really be that stupid? Was it just him or did the door just shake? And Vernon actually thought that it was a prank?! He had to get the fools upstairs before they all died!
But the front door shook harder and Vernon, who saw Harry's lapse in attention attacked the skinny boy, pushing him away from the precious tv and turning it on. They all smiled, obviously feeling that they were very smart, and kept watching their show.
Harry stared at them for another minute before deciding that it really wasn't his fault. He had no choice, he had to leave them there and hope that Voldemort didn't hurt them or die himself. And he had learned last year that despite what he might think, he was valuable to the magical community.
He turned to his relatives with a small, twisted smile. They wouldn't trust him with anything, ever. And now their own spite for Harry would kill them. He tried to help them, though he certainly didn't like any of them. But hey, it was their choice.
Harry took a final look at his only blood-relatives, whishing that he could remember one time, just once, that one of them had shown the least bit of affection. Acted as if they would care in the least if he died, feel even the slightest twinge of guilt if they kicked him out of the house. But they hadn't. Not ever. So Harry had to leave them. He had to get away, at least die holding his wand, die a little bit better than the stupid Muggles he was somehow related to.
Harry walked quietly up the padded stairs and into his room, a look of acceptance on his face. Arabic didn't even have to ask how they took it. He knew. Harry walked silently over to his desk and picked up his handsome wand, swishing it experimentally in the air.
Harry turned to Arabic and silently held out his arm to his pet snake, his only friend during the summer. Arabic smiled at Harry before tensing up again, trying to see how the death eaters were doing with the last spell. Harry too tried to sense them out, and to his great surprise, found that he could. If he tuned into the magic inside him, something he had never tried doing before, he could actually sense the death eaters. There was a sort of stench in the air around them, a rotting kind of feel to them. Arabic was right, there were 5 of them ,all trying to work on the last spell Dumbledore had put around the house. Harry could feel it crumbling slowly, deteriorating under the pressure of dark magic. And then he sensed someone else. Actually more like didn't sense it. For where he was sure Voldemort was there was a horrible place of emptiness. A kind of void of darkness around him, radiating dark power. Harry shuttered and felt his scar slowly start to burn. But the pain was not as intense as it usually was when Voldemort was so close, Harry wasn't sure why.
Suddenly Harry felt the last spell holding them back break, crumble into nothingness. Arabic stiffened more against Harry's arm, squeezing it rather tightly. Harry felt the magic go into the TV room, felt the head death eater walk forwards. Harry's blood began to boil, with fear mixed with anger. Then he felt the curse fly towards the Dursleys, he could feel the green light, traveling almost faster than the eye can see, and then nothing. Nothing except the evil pleasure he could feel in all the death eaters. The pleasure in killing, a pleasure so alien to Harry he could hardly imagine it. Hardly.
Then they were coming, coming towards Harry. Arabic turned to Harry and said quietly
"When they come in, I'm going to sslip of your arm and start biting the death eaters. Unfortunately I don't think my bite would hurt Voldemort sso I cant help you there. Still, I think I can get rid of all the death eaters before they realize what happened to the firsst one."
Harry nodded and watched the door of his room warily, feeling the death eaters getting closer. He slowly raised his wand hand, casting the best defense spell he knew, although he knew it wouldn't help much. The doorknob slowly turned and Arabic slowly slid off his arm, waiting near the door for the first victim. He didn't have long to wait. The door swung open dramatically, revealing a man in the customary long robes and big hoods that the death eaters all wore. The next second he was stumbling across the room, clutching his leg, but the others didn't seem to notice. Soon all Voldemort's guards were on the floor, dead. Harry smiled at Arabic and let him slither back onto his arm.
And there was Voldemort, standing serenely in the doorway, his pale face looking totally composed.
"I didn't really need them you know Harry. You aren't much of a threat to me anymore. I have every weapon you have and more. Why don't you just give up."
Harry felt it suddenly, rushing through his whole body along with the horrible fury he felt for this soulless man. His blood felt think and strong, there was magic pulsating through his arms and into his wand. Harry smiled suddenly, no longer afraid. His eyes were merciless, Hard emeralds, there was no remorse in them. No fear. Nor was there in Voldemort. He was simply looking amused. Harry twisted his lips in a sneer, a look that was hardly ever seen on Harry's face.
"that's where you are wrong." Harry said, the calmness in his voice surprising even himself. "I have the element of surprise." Harry wasn't sure what he was doing or why he felt so strong but he knew that he was about to hurt Voldemort badly. Although it wouldn't kill him, Harry was sure of this.
"/Limperagro!/" Harry bellowed, surprising himself greatly. He barely remembered the lesson he had learned about the spell, but he was sure it wouldn't work. He wasn't nearly powerful enough! But to his great surprise it did.
A bright gold light blasted out of Harry's wand, Going straight towards Voldemort's head, a look of surprise flew across Voldemort's face for a mere second before hurriedly countering the strong spell. Harry watched in amazement the reflexes Voldemort pulled off. So quick Harry could barely see it, his wand flew across his head, blocking the spell and throwing anther at Harry. He tried to move, he really did, but he was too stunned. The beam of light flew towards his hand, and neatly knocked Harry's wand from his hand. It spun across the floor quickly... And landed right next to Voldemort. Voldemort smiled in victory while Harry stared, disbelievingly, at his wand, now clutched in Voldemort's clammy hand.
He had lost. And Harry knew what it meant to lose to Voldemort. Death...
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