"EXPECTO PATRONUM" he screamed pointing his wand at the shapes. From the
tip of his wand poured out liquid light that formed his father prongs,
which charged down the black shapes tripping them up and tearing them into
shreds. Harry's patronus had had destroyed six of the dementors and was
continuing its reign of terror, Harry was about to call forth another
patronus when he heard two voices from the lawn shout the killing curse.
All Harry's fear was swept away, and his survival instincts took over. He let out the hunting roar of the mighty basilisk and jumped from the window. Time seemed to slow down for Harry as he sailed through the sky, easily outdistanced the killing curses. Both of which hit the roof of number 4 Privet Drive, completely ripping it off. Harry glanced back, it looked as if a invisible child was tearing off the roof of her doll house
Both the Death Eaters that had fired upon Harry were standing wands raised behind a bush. Harry fired a crossbow bolt at the one on the left and shot "Expelliarmus" at the one on the right. The man let out a grunt as the crossbow bolt hit him in the chest, he fell down on the ground and didn't move again. The second man was hit by the Expelliarmus curse and was flung all the way across the street, where his head came in contact with a street lamp. Neither of the men were conscious for some time.
A cold chill wrapped itself around Harry's body and his former courage disappeared, the whole world went dark and Harry felt like his body was packed in ice. A cold rotten bilious hand rested on Harry's shoulder, Harry terrified finally forced his hand to raise.
Shick! FLOOM! Harry fired a flaming crossbow bolt straight into the face of the dementor, second's later the whole creature was aflame. Harry turned from his defeated foes and saw Voldemort standing upright in his resurrected form, behind him stood a line of his followers with wands all raised towards Harry.
"Nice show Harry," He sneered. "Your reasonably strong. Here let me offer you a chance to make use of that useless sacrifice your parents made a decade and a half ago. Come with me get the Dark Mark burned into your arm and live, or. I will kill you!" Said Voldemort as he slowly approached Harry
"I thought you knew me a little bit better than that Voldey, by joining you I would be forsaking all that I love.. And yes. I believe you would have to kill me first." Harry spoke in his strongest voice, and put on his bravest face, but he was having a hard time just forcing his legs to hold him self up
"Well, I'm not sorry to hear that, I have been looking forward to doing this these last fifteen years, but I'm not going to kill you until I have had a little fun first... You know I believe that the killing curse is too good for you, and you survived that one once before.. Oh, I have the perfect solution death by Crucio. I have heard that that one is quite unpleasant." Voldemort raised his wand toward Harry.
"CRUCIO!" shouted Voldemort putting all his strength and malice behind the spell.
Harry fell to his knees his eyes rolled back into his head, and his body started twitching and spasoming fiercely.
At first it felt as though needles were piercing through every part of his skin, then from the stabbing effect of needles it felt like his skin was being torn away by sand paper. Hot coals, hot coals, it felt like flaming coals were being pressed into his eyes. Evil, painful effects were tearing at every inch of Harry's body inside and out.
Inside his head rebounded the sadistic laughs of his tormentor and his followers. "SO MUCH PAIN! Just die! DIE!" Harry sat there willing his body to die for what felt like years. PAIN, pain, pain, all he could think about was the pain, and then Harry felt it.
A magical stream of light was connecting Harry to Voldemort's wand, no one could see it but Harry felt it. "If I could just break the connection!" Harry bent his mind towards his goal, he summoned his magic and held it in him, concentrating it into a pure ball of power.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters just sat there laughing at the youth rolling on the ground. Harry had been under the curse for a considerable amount of time more time than anyone else in history. It was closing on twenty minutes and his brain hadn't baked yet, Voldemort's laughter turned to annoyed growls and then to a surprise grunt as Harry climbed to his knees.
Harry's eyes had turned brilliantly golden, and blood was leaking from his mouth and pores. Harry still under the power of the Critacious curse raised his hand and shot a blinding beam of light at Voldemort and his followers.
Vodemort and three of his followers were fast enough to disapperate but the other ten were blown full in the chest with Harry's stunning spell. Harry had made the spell strong enough to take out Washington's face on Mount Rushmore, and he knew they wouldn't be waking for at least a month, even with magical remedies.
Harry glanced at what was left of his yard and Aunt Petunia's flower garden, and he saw the Dursley family staring terrified down at him from one of the windows. When they saw that Harry had spotted them they screamed and backed away from the window.
Harry releasing what was left of his strength he fell to his hands and knees and started to weep. His body felt like it had been fed through a hamburger grinder, and he was week from the huge amount of blood he had lost. Collapsing, Harry rolled on his back and stared up at the sky.
Something whizzed by Harry's ear and something light landed on his chest. Harry lifted his bloody hand grabbed the object of his chest and brought it to his face. It was a letter, on the front was a yellow smiley face wearing a wizards hat.
Dear Harry,
We at the ministry, heard that you have done some magic. You are underage so we would like to ask you not to do it again. Have a great day!
~Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
Harry just dropped the letter and started laughing.
And that is the way the emergency dispatch Auror's squad found him. The Boy Who Lived lying down in the grass covered in blood and Gashes, laughing a crazed maniacally laugh. Strewn in the grass all around him were the unconscious bodies of twelve Death Eaters
............................................I hope you like my story so far, I know the chapters are kinda short, but they will get longer.
I have appreciated my two wonderful reviews, and since I love my faithful reader so much I decided to post another chapter. Well, maybe I have more than one reader.
I promise that my next chapter will be three times as long.
~Bishop
All Harry's fear was swept away, and his survival instincts took over. He let out the hunting roar of the mighty basilisk and jumped from the window. Time seemed to slow down for Harry as he sailed through the sky, easily outdistanced the killing curses. Both of which hit the roof of number 4 Privet Drive, completely ripping it off. Harry glanced back, it looked as if a invisible child was tearing off the roof of her doll house
Both the Death Eaters that had fired upon Harry were standing wands raised behind a bush. Harry fired a crossbow bolt at the one on the left and shot "Expelliarmus" at the one on the right. The man let out a grunt as the crossbow bolt hit him in the chest, he fell down on the ground and didn't move again. The second man was hit by the Expelliarmus curse and was flung all the way across the street, where his head came in contact with a street lamp. Neither of the men were conscious for some time.
A cold chill wrapped itself around Harry's body and his former courage disappeared, the whole world went dark and Harry felt like his body was packed in ice. A cold rotten bilious hand rested on Harry's shoulder, Harry terrified finally forced his hand to raise.
Shick! FLOOM! Harry fired a flaming crossbow bolt straight into the face of the dementor, second's later the whole creature was aflame. Harry turned from his defeated foes and saw Voldemort standing upright in his resurrected form, behind him stood a line of his followers with wands all raised towards Harry.
"Nice show Harry," He sneered. "Your reasonably strong. Here let me offer you a chance to make use of that useless sacrifice your parents made a decade and a half ago. Come with me get the Dark Mark burned into your arm and live, or. I will kill you!" Said Voldemort as he slowly approached Harry
"I thought you knew me a little bit better than that Voldey, by joining you I would be forsaking all that I love.. And yes. I believe you would have to kill me first." Harry spoke in his strongest voice, and put on his bravest face, but he was having a hard time just forcing his legs to hold him self up
"Well, I'm not sorry to hear that, I have been looking forward to doing this these last fifteen years, but I'm not going to kill you until I have had a little fun first... You know I believe that the killing curse is too good for you, and you survived that one once before.. Oh, I have the perfect solution death by Crucio. I have heard that that one is quite unpleasant." Voldemort raised his wand toward Harry.
"CRUCIO!" shouted Voldemort putting all his strength and malice behind the spell.
Harry fell to his knees his eyes rolled back into his head, and his body started twitching and spasoming fiercely.
At first it felt as though needles were piercing through every part of his skin, then from the stabbing effect of needles it felt like his skin was being torn away by sand paper. Hot coals, hot coals, it felt like flaming coals were being pressed into his eyes. Evil, painful effects were tearing at every inch of Harry's body inside and out.
Inside his head rebounded the sadistic laughs of his tormentor and his followers. "SO MUCH PAIN! Just die! DIE!" Harry sat there willing his body to die for what felt like years. PAIN, pain, pain, all he could think about was the pain, and then Harry felt it.
A magical stream of light was connecting Harry to Voldemort's wand, no one could see it but Harry felt it. "If I could just break the connection!" Harry bent his mind towards his goal, he summoned his magic and held it in him, concentrating it into a pure ball of power.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters just sat there laughing at the youth rolling on the ground. Harry had been under the curse for a considerable amount of time more time than anyone else in history. It was closing on twenty minutes and his brain hadn't baked yet, Voldemort's laughter turned to annoyed growls and then to a surprise grunt as Harry climbed to his knees.
Harry's eyes had turned brilliantly golden, and blood was leaking from his mouth and pores. Harry still under the power of the Critacious curse raised his hand and shot a blinding beam of light at Voldemort and his followers.
Vodemort and three of his followers were fast enough to disapperate but the other ten were blown full in the chest with Harry's stunning spell. Harry had made the spell strong enough to take out Washington's face on Mount Rushmore, and he knew they wouldn't be waking for at least a month, even with magical remedies.
Harry glanced at what was left of his yard and Aunt Petunia's flower garden, and he saw the Dursley family staring terrified down at him from one of the windows. When they saw that Harry had spotted them they screamed and backed away from the window.
Harry releasing what was left of his strength he fell to his hands and knees and started to weep. His body felt like it had been fed through a hamburger grinder, and he was week from the huge amount of blood he had lost. Collapsing, Harry rolled on his back and stared up at the sky.
Something whizzed by Harry's ear and something light landed on his chest. Harry lifted his bloody hand grabbed the object of his chest and brought it to his face. It was a letter, on the front was a yellow smiley face wearing a wizards hat.
Dear Harry,
We at the ministry, heard that you have done some magic. You are underage so we would like to ask you not to do it again. Have a great day!
~Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
Harry just dropped the letter and started laughing.
And that is the way the emergency dispatch Auror's squad found him. The Boy Who Lived lying down in the grass covered in blood and Gashes, laughing a crazed maniacally laugh. Strewn in the grass all around him were the unconscious bodies of twelve Death Eaters
............................................I hope you like my story so far, I know the chapters are kinda short, but they will get longer.
I have appreciated my two wonderful reviews, and since I love my faithful reader so much I decided to post another chapter. Well, maybe I have more than one reader.
I promise that my next chapter will be three times as long.
~Bishop