The Mutated Amagi Chronicles

Chapter Nine: Unmatched Fight

Deep inside the rapidly deteriorating keep, the battle continues.

"Heh heh, Harry Potter... I was supposed to bring you back alive... But who would find out if I claimed a little "accident" occurred?" Macnair leered, quite confident of his abilities. "Let's see if your mother will save you from this! No... that would be too easy... Hmm... What to do, what to do... What the hell. Let's have a bit of fun, then, shall we? Crucio!"

Harry Potter was barely able to put up a shield spell before the curse struck, but he was too weak... much too weak... The shield spell held for a brief second, then flickered and died out... leaving Harry drained and exhausted. Unfortunately, he was still not fully recovered from the backlash of the Mind's Gate...
His only hope was that whoever his opponent was would get overconfident and make a mistake... Or at least allow him to recover a bit of his strength... Deliberating over his options, he decided to play a gambit. Clutching his wand arm, he let his sword drop to the floor, as he muttered to his wand: "Gatling Mode..."

Walden Macnair, from the other side of the chamber, saw his prey suddenly collapse in pain... Heh. The backlash must have been too much for him. Killing him now would be too easy... Without his sword to defend him, that half-blood's chances of surviving this battle were about the same as a mudblood being accepted into the Death Eaters.
Assuming he wasn't in any sort of danger, Macnair waited for Harry Potter to regain his breath, occasionally firing Stunner spells to speed him along.

Perfect. That was the only word that could describe how Harry Potter felt. This impostor was too cocky to realize what he was planning...

Suddenly, before "Ron" could react, Harry Potter had uttered "Dagliso Entroplis!" as well as picked up the Sword of Godric once more. Gold-hilted steel daggers fired out in a continuous stream from his wand, shooting towards "Ron", whose sluggish reaction to the unexpected attack forced him/her to dodge the daggers, instead of putting up a shield. Harry, taking full advantage of "Ron"'s distracted state, prepared to strike once more.
However, by now the impostor had regained his footing, and had a shield, to boot. The cuts caused by the few daggers that made their mark before marred Ron's freckled face even more. The daggers also slashed much of "Ron"'s robes, exposing an arsenal of various hand-to-hand weapons hidden underneath the jet-black uniform stamped with the Grim insignia. Harry could recognize some of the more common weapons, including daggers of several lengths, throwing stars of various shapes, a dike, a broad glaive, a silver morning star, and a wicked-looking steel battle-axe. Harry could not recognize many of the weapons, but many consisted of barbed hooks and jagged blades. Harry winced at the thought of one of these weapons used upon him.
But he had no time for that. His prolonged use of magic had began to wear him out once more... Weakly, Harry rasped: "Cease fire..." The stream of daggers immediately came to an abrupt end.
Sheathing the Sword of Godric, Harry grasped his wand with both hands, about to attempt something an ordinary wizard of twice his mastery would be daunted by. The spell he was placing his trust in was still experimental and highly spontaneous... Also, the risks he was taking were tremendous. He doubted that he would survive if the spell failed, but it was the only option left to him now.
As he attempted to recall the intricate movements of the wand associated with the spell, he couldn't help remembering the warnings that Hermirone had given him...

FLASHBACK

"Harry, I think I've done it!" Hermirone screeched in ecstasy, giving Harry such a powerful bear hug that he could hardly breathe.
"What ... gasp ... Hermirone?" Harry struggled to find a method to loosen her grip without offending her.
"Well, you know the spell I had been working on? The spell that's intended to disarm any opponent?" Hermirone, calming down, finally let go, giving a now very blue-in-the-face Harry some breathing room. "Well, I think I've finally done it!"
"Herm... Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Harry asked timidly, not wanting to become her test subject. He remembered her last attempt all too clearly...
"Well, I think I've got it... It skirts around the fireproofing charms, medium-level Unbreakable Charms, and focuses on overloading the storage of magic within the wand, rather than harm the wand itself..." Hermirone began to explain, rendering Harry even more confused than before. "...therefore, causing the wand to splinter into pieces, and leaving the wizard without a way to use their magic!"

It took Harry a while to get all that in his head.

"Hmm... interesting. You don't seem to account for wandless magic users, or ones that are able to control the elements, however..." Harry pondered the potential of this innovative twist on the idea of disarming your opponent with a spell.
"Well... this wasn't made to be the ultimate weapon... Disabling advanced wandless magic users or elementals requires shutting down their life force, because they do not rely on a channel or enhancer for their magic..." Hermirone sighed, realizing the flaws in her creation.
"Don't worry about that. How does it work?"
"Let's see... You basically release your power in a blast of enriched magic, which any wand would be tempted to absorb, and in so doing, overload itself."
"What would happen, say, if the spell misfired?"
"It would drain the user and do almost nothing else... except perhaps burn whatever's exposed to the beam..." Hermirone was deep in thought. "Or, it could adversely affect the user's wand itself..."
"Excellent. Herm, keep developing this spell." Harry interrupted, not wanting to hear more. "We might find ourselves depending on it one day."

END FLASHBACK

Harry readied his wand, having shaken off his distractions. Unfortunately, as he swung his wand in attack, his aggressor had begun a counterstrike against him. Two powerful and desperate wizards, vying for survival and their own ends... Who would escape this alive?

Sirius Black, still tracking his godson in the form of a dog, was getting worried. What was this red liquid that still lingered on the stone floor? It certainly didn't smell like blood...
Reminding himself that his godson was more than capable of looking after himself, Padfoot nevertheless picked up his pace, hoping to be of assistance to what might be his only family.

Hello again. I'm probably going to end this portion of the story (PART I) in a few more chappies... Then, don't expect to hear from me for a few weeks... Pt. II takes place a few months after the Stonebank incident... Muggles are involved, as well.

Thx for my loyal readers!! ^^U

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