NB (anyone know if NB actually stands for anything? If so - please do tell
(perhaps in a review? Hint hint).)
I will probably use the whole *.* thing in this chapter, so remember - that means that a PART of Harry is thinking it, rather than just him, and I'm lazy, as well as not wanting to completely bore you, so I'm not exactly going to write 'though a part of Harry/something inside Harry' everytime it's thinking (
Please enjoy, and many thanks for all reviews!!!!
Chapter VI - Hyrolith
Harry looked into the darkness that was suddenly surrounding him, searching for anything, any sign of what was happening, and any means of escape.
"Ouch!" He yelled, as he hit the ground and his glasses fell to the floor, making the sound of glass smashing, the sound that Harry was so used to hearing, but hated so much. "Help! Someone - help me!"
Harry looked around, but immediately wished he hadn't; an enormous blood red beast stood before him, though the colour looked slightly out of place on it.The thing looked blurry, and more dishevelled, if it was possible, than to the properly functioning eye.
It leant over, right into Harry's face, and breathed a disgusting breathe directly into his face. The smell and humidity of it made Harry gag, and clutch his hand over his mouth and nose. It was repulsive.
"Help!" Harry croaked, then louder "Help me!" He called again, desperately glancing around for any sign of anyone.
Until he remembered how much he hated himself, and how much he thought he deserved all of it. He let himself fall onto his side, and cower before the beast, let the turmoil wash over him, and swallow him up.
"EXCRUCIATE!" was bellowed in a terror raising voice from somewhere around, but Harry didn't care. He was ashamed, of what he had done to Cho, and of what he was doing then: sitting before evil, and letting it win, even though he had always fought it before - even under the most horrendous of circumstances. Harry stood up, raised his wand, and his voice echoed through the woods as he cried "Expelliarmus!" and the beast stood still, for a moment.
"Excruciate!" yelled the first voice once more, and the thing began to sway. Harry lowered his wand, and looked around for whoever was standing so close to him, and whoever it was that had reached so close without Harry's noticing it at all.
"Who's there?" He peered into his misty surroundings for a face.
Behind him, the most thunderous of roars resonated, and he whipped his head round once more to see he was being charged at by the hideous creature, that no longer swayed in its stunned state, and was instead as full of life as when Harry had shouted at himself, or whatever lay within him, and awoken it, much to its rage.
"NO!" Juliet shrieked, appearing from nowhere, and running between Harry and that which would have been his certain doom. "Avarda Kedavra!" She tried, "Crucio! Impedementa!"
The beast slowed, but did not stop. "AVARDA KEDAVRA!!" She shouted one last ime, before it would be too close, and too late. The beast was a second away from devouring them, when it stumbled, and roared horrifically, as it fell down, straight towards Juliet and Harry. Harry made a grab for her and pulled her backwards, unable to see where he was going, but she writhed from him, muttering, and broke free. Harry kept running, and stumbling, back, as far away from the creature's path as possible, until he heard the crash, and the scream, and the snap.
"What was that?!" He called to Julie, but there came no reply. "Juliet?"
Harry hesitated, then walked back towards her, and round a tree, to see yet another hideous scene before his eyes. The disgusting red ogre lay still, looking dead, but he lay not only on the ground, but also with a giant horn rammed into the victim's ribs. Harry gasped and bent double to regain his breath. When he looked up again, his eyes were stung with tears, but he bit his lip and edged towards them, afraid for her, and himself. What if he'd done it again?
*Done what again? Been saved by the people you supposedly 'care about', and run off, leaving them to deal with the conflict? 'Cause it's not like anyone would expect that of you, is it? When will you learn? You can't depend on a fan stepping in to save you every time! Look what you've done to another 'friend' of yours; it's always the same: you put your life in danger, and everyone else runs in to save famous potter because of his awful past!*
Just shup up! She didn't know anything about that!
*And how would you know? Think a week or less is really enough to truly know someone? You're a fool!*
But that was it, Harry couldn't take this any more; Malfoy insulting him was one thing, but insulting himself, what the hell was going on? Then he snapped back to reality, and a situation worse than he was used to.
Harry knelt down beside Juliet, and, after what seemed to be ages of puffing and panting, managed to extract the horn, break it, and then drag her out from underneath the heavy weight monster.
"Juliet? Are you alright? Can you hear me? Please don't die!" Harry pleaded.
She opened he eyes, and looked up into Harry's. "Don't let me.help me." and they flickered shut once more.
Harry lay her down, and then returned to where he though this glasses were. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he muttered 'oculus repairo', and the glass from the floor flew back into the frame held in Harry's fingers, and arranged itself perfectly within.
Harry slipped them on and ran back over to Juliet, disgusted by the look of the Hyrolith that lay before him. He hadn't seen what it was before, not having been able to see it properly, and the colour would have put him off. Hyroliths usually feed every three weeks, but this one, it seemed, did not feel inclined to wash off dead remains. His once yellow skin had been stained red with blood.
'What shall I do?' Harry thought.
*Do you have much of a choice?* The voice echoed through Harry's brain. *You can either stay in the forest and let her die, then live hear, alone, for the rest of your pitiful life, or you can save her*
how?
*By returning to the place from which you fled; Hogwarts.*
But.I'll be expelled, and sent back to live with my aunt and uncle, and how can I do that?
*It's your choice, of course, but I would have thought the noble Harry Potter would think twice before putting his discomfort before the life of another.* The voice cackled, and then disappeared from Harry.
But, I can't do it. There must be another way.
Silence
Where are you?
But the voice had gone. For how long, Harry did not know.
A/n Please please PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Review this, and give me pointers. Also, tell me if you're enjoying this, I would love to know!!!
Molzi
I will probably use the whole *.* thing in this chapter, so remember - that means that a PART of Harry is thinking it, rather than just him, and I'm lazy, as well as not wanting to completely bore you, so I'm not exactly going to write 'though a part of Harry/something inside Harry' everytime it's thinking (
Please enjoy, and many thanks for all reviews!!!!
Chapter VI - Hyrolith
Harry looked into the darkness that was suddenly surrounding him, searching for anything, any sign of what was happening, and any means of escape.
"Ouch!" He yelled, as he hit the ground and his glasses fell to the floor, making the sound of glass smashing, the sound that Harry was so used to hearing, but hated so much. "Help! Someone - help me!"
Harry looked around, but immediately wished he hadn't; an enormous blood red beast stood before him, though the colour looked slightly out of place on it.The thing looked blurry, and more dishevelled, if it was possible, than to the properly functioning eye.
It leant over, right into Harry's face, and breathed a disgusting breathe directly into his face. The smell and humidity of it made Harry gag, and clutch his hand over his mouth and nose. It was repulsive.
"Help!" Harry croaked, then louder "Help me!" He called again, desperately glancing around for any sign of anyone.
Until he remembered how much he hated himself, and how much he thought he deserved all of it. He let himself fall onto his side, and cower before the beast, let the turmoil wash over him, and swallow him up.
"EXCRUCIATE!" was bellowed in a terror raising voice from somewhere around, but Harry didn't care. He was ashamed, of what he had done to Cho, and of what he was doing then: sitting before evil, and letting it win, even though he had always fought it before - even under the most horrendous of circumstances. Harry stood up, raised his wand, and his voice echoed through the woods as he cried "Expelliarmus!" and the beast stood still, for a moment.
"Excruciate!" yelled the first voice once more, and the thing began to sway. Harry lowered his wand, and looked around for whoever was standing so close to him, and whoever it was that had reached so close without Harry's noticing it at all.
"Who's there?" He peered into his misty surroundings for a face.
Behind him, the most thunderous of roars resonated, and he whipped his head round once more to see he was being charged at by the hideous creature, that no longer swayed in its stunned state, and was instead as full of life as when Harry had shouted at himself, or whatever lay within him, and awoken it, much to its rage.
"NO!" Juliet shrieked, appearing from nowhere, and running between Harry and that which would have been his certain doom. "Avarda Kedavra!" She tried, "Crucio! Impedementa!"
The beast slowed, but did not stop. "AVARDA KEDAVRA!!" She shouted one last ime, before it would be too close, and too late. The beast was a second away from devouring them, when it stumbled, and roared horrifically, as it fell down, straight towards Juliet and Harry. Harry made a grab for her and pulled her backwards, unable to see where he was going, but she writhed from him, muttering, and broke free. Harry kept running, and stumbling, back, as far away from the creature's path as possible, until he heard the crash, and the scream, and the snap.
"What was that?!" He called to Julie, but there came no reply. "Juliet?"
Harry hesitated, then walked back towards her, and round a tree, to see yet another hideous scene before his eyes. The disgusting red ogre lay still, looking dead, but he lay not only on the ground, but also with a giant horn rammed into the victim's ribs. Harry gasped and bent double to regain his breath. When he looked up again, his eyes were stung with tears, but he bit his lip and edged towards them, afraid for her, and himself. What if he'd done it again?
*Done what again? Been saved by the people you supposedly 'care about', and run off, leaving them to deal with the conflict? 'Cause it's not like anyone would expect that of you, is it? When will you learn? You can't depend on a fan stepping in to save you every time! Look what you've done to another 'friend' of yours; it's always the same: you put your life in danger, and everyone else runs in to save famous potter because of his awful past!*
Just shup up! She didn't know anything about that!
*And how would you know? Think a week or less is really enough to truly know someone? You're a fool!*
But that was it, Harry couldn't take this any more; Malfoy insulting him was one thing, but insulting himself, what the hell was going on? Then he snapped back to reality, and a situation worse than he was used to.
Harry knelt down beside Juliet, and, after what seemed to be ages of puffing and panting, managed to extract the horn, break it, and then drag her out from underneath the heavy weight monster.
"Juliet? Are you alright? Can you hear me? Please don't die!" Harry pleaded.
She opened he eyes, and looked up into Harry's. "Don't let me.help me." and they flickered shut once more.
Harry lay her down, and then returned to where he though this glasses were. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he muttered 'oculus repairo', and the glass from the floor flew back into the frame held in Harry's fingers, and arranged itself perfectly within.
Harry slipped them on and ran back over to Juliet, disgusted by the look of the Hyrolith that lay before him. He hadn't seen what it was before, not having been able to see it properly, and the colour would have put him off. Hyroliths usually feed every three weeks, but this one, it seemed, did not feel inclined to wash off dead remains. His once yellow skin had been stained red with blood.
'What shall I do?' Harry thought.
*Do you have much of a choice?* The voice echoed through Harry's brain. *You can either stay in the forest and let her die, then live hear, alone, for the rest of your pitiful life, or you can save her*
how?
*By returning to the place from which you fled; Hogwarts.*
But.I'll be expelled, and sent back to live with my aunt and uncle, and how can I do that?
*It's your choice, of course, but I would have thought the noble Harry Potter would think twice before putting his discomfort before the life of another.* The voice cackled, and then disappeared from Harry.
But, I can't do it. There must be another way.
Silence
Where are you?
But the voice had gone. For how long, Harry did not know.
A/n Please please PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Review this, and give me pointers. Also, tell me if you're enjoying this, I would love to know!!!
Molzi
