A/N- I'm watching That 70's Show, and I don't like it, but it's funny sometimes. I'm writing regularly again, and I hope that all of my fans haven't stopped. When I get a chance, maybe if I'm ahead of schedule or something I'm going to go back and rewrite a lot of the chapters in Harry Potter and the Crystal of Kryptonite. Well, back to the show!
Chapter 13- Demented
Harry tore off down the corridor, chasing after Sky, but she was far ahead of him. That girl could run! Harry turned corners and cut through a portrait he knew of to get up the stairway faster. He caught a glimpse of her as she turned, and he caught up with her as she got to her doorway. Harry reached out and grabbed her arm,
"Sky, I'm sorry, they just don't know you-" She threw him off of her though,
"I told you Harry! I told you they wouldn't accept me, you said it'd be fine; you said you'd tell them. All I am is a monster, that's all!" Her face was streaming with tears. Harry stared at her, reaching his hand up to comfort her. She knocked his hand away and turned around, going into her room, screaming out a charm to lock the door.
"Zeus, ZEUS!" Harry screamed at the door, pounding against it. He sighed and leaned against the door, for the first time realizing he had sweat running down his face and all on his body. He slid down the portrait and hit the ground; sitting slumped over on his butt with his feet planted and his knees bent upward. Harry leaned into his little position, covering his face with his hands.
"Harry, we're sorry mate, I mean, we saw what happened." A voice appeared from seemingly thin air. Ron's head, then the rest of his body emerged in front of him. Hermione took the cloak off of herself also, folding it up as she spoke,
"Yeah, we grabbed the cloak and the map and got up here as fast as we could, we took the secret passage and cut you two off. I'm sorry Harry." She looked down; Ron stepped up, closer to him,
"Yes, I'm sorry too mate, really. We were worried about you and she is his daughter, we just thought the worst. Can you forgive us?" Harry looked up at his friends, his best friends with a look, no a glare of shock.
"Can I forgive you? What about her?" He jabbed his hand toward the portrait, "She's the one you hurt! Don't you two care about other people's feelings? Just because she's his daughter doesn't mean she's bad." He yelled out at the two. They looked abashed, and Ron was ready to step down when Hermione started again,
"What about you Harry, you walked away when she was about to be attacked, you snapped on me when I started to say something that you thought might have been a suggestion to help her. You hated her before you knew her and you were ready to let her die without getting the chance to know her!" She stormed off with the cloak in her hands fuming. Harry looked at Ron with an apologetic frown; he seemed defeated.
"Sorry mate, I'll go get her to cool down, are you going to sulk here all night, it's not safe."
"I'm going to try to get her to come out, with luck, I'll be back at Gryffindor Tower by one." Harry smiled weakly and Ron nodded, hurrying back to catch Hermione so he could hide under the cloak also.
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As we all know, Harry is not the luckiest git. He cursed inwardly as he sat outside of the door. It was probably close to five or six in the morning, and Harry had yet to sleep, he hadn't moved from his position. He nodded his head back against the portrait, fighting his temptations to go to sleep. He owed it to Sky to be her friend, he had let Parvati attack her; he needed to trust her, to trust in somebody.
Slowly, he saw light seeping into the castle, looking around he heard a noise. Harry stiffened, fingering his wand with his hand. He knew he didn't need it, but it was always easier on his body. He heard a small creaking noise and realized that it was the portrait that was moving! He immediately leaned forward. He caught a glimpse of purple hair before the portrait opened completely. Sky's eyes were red and puffy, a sure sign of crying, She was also looking down, straight at Harry and she was wearing the same clothes as the night before. She really hadn't gotten any sleep. He looked up, wanting to smile or something, but he couldn't.
"You've been there all night?" She asked. It was followed by an eerie silence. Harry nodded. Sky stared back at him; they didn't know what to say. It didn't come to that point though; Ron, Hermione, and Remus came running toward the two.
"Harry!" Ron was the first to call out his name. Harry jumped up and looked at them, his eyes moving from his friends, to his old professor.
"Profes- I mean Remus! What are you doing here?"
"We're here on order business, Sakyra Riddle I presume, ' He held out his hand to Sky. She took it and shook it, this being strange to her obviously. She smiled kindly and Remus turned back to Harry,
"Harry, I know you didn't join the Order, but we want you to help us on a mission. We normally wouldn't ask, but a Patronus is something we need, and yours is one of the best out there. Come on everyone." He beckoned them all to follow him; ducking behind a suit of armor they made it to Dumbledore's office quickly. Remus said the password ("Buttercup") and went in, followed by Hermione, Ron, Harry and Sky.
Harry looked around, seeing many familiar faces, Arabella Figg, Annastasia Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, and Alastor Moody. Also there were people he had met at the Weasley's house during the attack, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance, Dedalus Diggle, and Elphias Doge. Harry noticed immediately though, his three favorite Envoys.
"Harry Potter, why you haven't written me or anything, one moment I'm lying in bed next to you, then you get up and leave, no goodbye, no note, I'm beginning to think you don't love me anymore." Sara Tangen sweet yet brute voice came. She was a black witch with long hair, and a beautiful figure. Harry had a crush on her since he had met her last year.
"Umm, well you know how it is and all, busy man I am." He tried to crack a feeble joke. She was of course referring to the time they had been attacked. Harry woke up in bed next to her from resting at the Weasleys and stumbled into the living room. Sara Arlist and Sara McGreggors dragged him into hugs, followed by Sara Tangen, who Harry held a little tighter, and a little longer than necessary, yet not noticeably.
"I hope for you to sit down so that I can explain the situation Harry." Dumbledore said. Everyone took their seats, muttering "Hello" or "Hi" to the kids. Sky sat next to Harry, closer than two people should've sat, but she seemed frightened of the people. The door opened once again, and another woman walked in, she was tall with brownish blonde hair and brown eyes. Sky jumped up immediately and ran to her,
"Arabella!" She hugged Arabella Figg happily as Arabella hugged her back. She looked around,
"Hello everyone, Mother." She added stopping at the elderly Arabella Figg. So it had been her daughter! Harry thought triumphantly.
"As sincere as this reunion is, I would like to get started. Firstly, this young woman currently attached to Arabella Figg is Sakyra. Secondly, the island of Azkaban is currently being attacked. The Dementors have sided with Voldemort, and the ministry has special Aurors working there, but they are not enough, and the Ministry can't produce enough in enough time. Harry, that's why I needed you, can everyone here make at least a feeble Patronus?" Some raised their hands while others didn't, Sky however did, "Yes, it's as I expected, Harry, that's why I wanted you to come along, Mr. Weasley I hear can make a corporeal Patronus also, is this correct?"
Ron nodded, "It's an owl." He muttered. Dumbledore clapped his hands together,
"Alright, let's go, any questions?"
"Yes, how are we getting there, you can't Floo or apparate into Azkaban, I read it in Azkaban: 100 Years of Service." Hermione said. Sky nodded in agreement. Immediately Harry and Ron turned toward them,
"You're not going." They announced in unison. Hermione huffed and Sky looked at Harry as if he were crazy.
"Yes we are Ronald Arthur Weasley, I have done just as much as you!"
"It's no place for a girl Hermione! You might get hurt, Death Eaters don't believe in chivalry!"
"There are plenty of girls here Ron!"
"No, they're women Hermione." Ron said quickly. Hermione stared at him as he turned away; Sky took this opportunity to express her views on Harry.
"And why can't I go Harry?" She said, stepping closer to him; she looked ready to kill. Remus stepped forward along with Sirius,
"I think the girls will be okay, come on, we're using a portkey." Sirius said, pulling the four toward Dumbledore. He held the boys back, whispering,
"Never upset the female species less you want to feel the wrath of terror." Harry nodded slowly. He looked over at Arabella Figg Junior; she had been glancing at Sirius strangely. Dumbledore held out four small watches, handing them to the kids,
"These work pretty well." He started, motioning for the to place them on, "Just turn the dial to 6:00 for Hogwarts, and 12:00 for Azkaban, I can adjust them later for you, but several of our Aurors have already left, so I think we should leave . . . now." The group all nodded and turned their watches as Dumbledore just disappeared. Harry waited a moment, watching Sirius and Arabella talking before leaving himself; leaving them alone in the room.
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It was still dark on the island of Azkaban when Harry appeared there. Hermione, Ron, and Sakyra were all standing around, scared to move as the saw the scene unfolding around them. They had landed literally in the middle of a battlefield, spells were shooting all over like gunfire and people were falling here and there. Harry thought back to his last fight with Voldemort, it had been physical instead of magical.
Harry had unlocked his Par powers and attacked Voldemort with a fighting style equivalent to Takaijuusho, an ancient form of fighting. Harry's Par powers had subsided since then, and he hadn't known about his Aura powers because he got new glasses from the Dursley last year and hadn't taken them off besides bedtime.
"Stupify!" The rumble of Ron's voice brought Harry back into reality. The three had already taken their places, and Sky was calling out spells Harry was sure they hadn't learned yet.
"Expecto Patronum!" Ron's voice called out loudly. A large owl, a tawny owl with bushy feathers came swooping toward a flock of Dementors making their way to the grounds. Some of the Aurors had backed away, but the ones who could produce a Patronus were.
Mr. Weasley's Patronus was a top hat, but Mrs. Weasley didn't have one, she was backing away. Sirius's was a knife, a large knife that was used for hunting or gutting. Dumbledore's was a pair of socks. Arabella Figg junior had a Patronus in the form of a grim dog, which Harry didn't understand.
"Harry, help them!" Sky yelled, running over to him. The Dementors had gotten smaller in numbers, but were attacking. He looked over toward some screams only to find an Auror being thrown to the ground by a Dementor.
"No1, not the kiss!" he yelled out. Harry threw his wand out to send his Patronus, but Ron's owl was already there. It was too late however; one had left their ranks.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yelled, and out of his wand came a large stag. The stag rushed down several Dementors headed for Sirius due to the failure of his Patronus. Harry had never asked, but he had assumed that Sirius hadn't ever been really good at Patronus's. Sky backed up more, seeing a Death Eater coming toward the two.
"Wormtail!" He announced loudly, watching his Patronus fade away after one last attack. The short man walked toward the two, but Sky huddled closer to Harry. He stuck out his wand, as did Harry,
"Impacio!" Harry yelled, launching the orange wave, Wormtail placed up a shield charm and let the spell bounce away.
"Little Harry, I'm not that incompetent." He muttered, stepping closer.
"You scum." Ron Weasley's voice came from behind him. Now there stood Harry with Sky huddled against his arm, Wormtail about twenty feet in front of the two, and Ron about ten feet behind Wormtail.
"Weasley, I want to thank you. I mean I owe you thirteen years of my life." Peter Pettigrew laughed a little as he said it.
"Now that you're back with your master you have a spine now huh? I don't recall the cheesy remarks when Remus and Sirius were about to kill you in the Shrieking Shack." The grin on Wormtail's face dropped, but Ron continued, "You know what, you're not scum, you're the liquid sludge that drips off the bottom of a trash bag and spills on your shoe." Ron was shaking slightly with rage.
Pettigrew threw his wand up at Harry, launching a stunning spell. Harry pushed Sky out of the way got hit, falling backwards. Ron raised his wand,
"Cruicio!" He called out, letting the pain hit Wormtail's body. His shrieks only lasted a moment before he broke the curse,
"You have to mean it when you use an unforgivable curse Weasley. Like this, Cruicio!" He launched the spell at Ron, who dived out of the way. Sky ran over to Harry's side,
"Ennervate." She said, raising him back up, "He just launched the Cruciatus curse at Ron, watch out." She finished, looking around with her eyes, dueling was going on everywhere, and all the Dementors had retreated; now it was just the Order versus the Death Eaters.
"Harry, lookout!" Ron's voice yelled. Sky and Harry jumped back as the ground where they had been exploded into debris. Harry rolled a little as he hit the ground and jumped back up to his feet,
"Impacio!" he called again, but Wormtail blocked it.
"Too bad, how about I torture the little girl. Cruicio!" He pointed his wand at Sky, she started to move, but wasn't fast enough. Soon, her screams echoed the entire land, sending a shiver down Harry's spine. He couldn't move, frozen in horror. After a few long seconds she stopped screaming, falling to the ground in contorting horror.
"Cruicio!" Two voices called out at once. Ron and Harry had hit Wormtail, not only freeing Sakyra, but also returning the favor. Wormtail barked in agony, but Harry and Ron only moved closer to him, not lessening their focus on their target. Hermione must have turned around at some point, as did Sirius and Molly Weasley.
"Stop, stop it Ron, Harry!" the voice of Hermione called out, tears sliding down her own face. They looked up and then back down at Pettigrew, neither stopping. He deserved to die, nothing would be better than to torture him to death, he deserved no less, and probably more.
"Ron, Harry!" Molly choked out; her faced was frightened at the sight of the two boys using the curse. Suddenly they stopped though. Harry stepped back quickly, feeling a source of power way above his own. Wormtail who had been sobbing on the ground starting to glow in purple haze as he slowly lifted into the air. Harry snapped his head back at the tortured Sakyra Riddle, whose eyes had turned glazed over and purple too. She was following Peter with her eyes, or he was following her. She was controlling his accent with her magic, though she had not been using her wand.
"Back away." She said slowly, her voice losing all tone. It was monotonous and scary. Peter fell down from a ten-foot drop, losing consciousness after impact. Harry wanted to say something, but apparently the retreated Dementors had come back with more troops, hundreds of troops.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Was announced all around, Patronus's coming from all over to fight the Dementors. Harry's stag in the lead they charged, knocking them around, but the Dementors were coming on strong. The imprisoned Death Eaters had been released most likely.
"Retreat, Harry, Ron, everyone retreat back to Hogwarts now!" Remus Lupin yelled, coming toward them. They needed not be told twice, everyone ported back to Dumbledore's office in failure.
Harry, Ron and Sakyra had lost control; Sirius had captured Wormtail though. Their mission failed.