A/N: After this Chapter my story starts getting darker. I have the next three chapters typed, but From now on if you want a update please review, and tell me if something is wrong or anything like that... FEEL FREE TO CRITICIZE! It helps--alot. And I really appreciate reviews, if you have ANY questions relating to my story, please by all means ask. And by reviewing you let me know that people are actually reading my fic.

-Tonks08

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Chapter XII:

Death by Dementor

Harry and the rest of their group made their way to the Great Hall. The Great Hall wasn't nearly as great as Hogwart's hall. The walls and floors were stone and there were at least fifteen tables going from left to right in the hall and there were about 100 students sitting at half of the tables. There were three tables in an arch shape in the front of the hall and Karkaroff sat in the middle with teachers to his right and the left side empty. Karkaroff stood and looked around.

"Hogwarts staff please come up here and join my staff, Hogwarts students find a seat among our students," He waved over the whole hall. Dumbledore smiled and walked up to the front of the room with the chaperones at his heels. The students looked at the Hogwarts students and one of them came up to Harry.

He had a black Mohawk and piercing going up both of his ears. His red robe hung open and he had a black shirt with Sex Pistols written on it.

"Aren't you Harry Potter?" He asked, but his eyes didn't go to Harry's scar like most people.

"Er- Yeah," Harry replied.

"Cool, I thought that was you... anyways do you want to sit with us?" He asked and pointed to a group of people in the corner of the room.

"Yeah," Harry replied and Harry followed him to his table. Ron and Hermione followed, but stayed back some. The kid with the Mohawk sat down on the end. Harry took a seat next to him and Ron and Hermione on his other sides.

"Oh, yeah... I forgot to tell you... I'm Tom Dolohov, this is Vincent Lestrange," he pointed to a kid with blonde spikes, "this is Joe Macnair," he pointed to the a boy with red hair hanging down in his face "and Steve Snape" he pointed to a boy with long greasy black hair. "This is Viktor Rookwood," he pointed to the kid at the end of the table who had Black hair and it cut short and spiked.

"And you're?" Lestrange asked looking at Harry. Harry knew that he knew who Harry was.

"Harry Potter," Harry said and Lestrange's eyes narrowed at Harry's scar. And it made his scar burn. Were these all Death Eaters' sons?

"So you play Quidditch?" Lestrange asked.

"Er- Yeah," Harry replied.

"What position?" Rookwood called from the end of the table.

"Seeker," replied Harry.

"What about them?" Rookwood asked nodding toward Ron and Hermione.

"Ron's keeper and Hermione's one of the beaters," Harry replied.

"Ever think of becoming a Death Eater?" Steve Snape asked looking at Harry from over top a Dark Arts book.

"No, and I never will" replied Harry. "Are you Snape's son?" Harry blurted out pointing to the table where Snape was sitting.

"Yeah, dad disowned me when I wanted to join the Dark Lord, but I chickened out in the last minute, anyway," Steve Snape said and looked back to his book.

"So you're a goodie too shoe, huh." Rookwood said and then added "I'm a Death Eater like my dad. My dad was in Azkaban for fourteen years."

"So was mine and my mom," Lestrange said looking up at Rookwood; eyes narrowing.

"So was my dad, big deal. I'm not a Death Eater, and I'm not following in my dad's footsteps. You guys act all big and rest assured your dads can take out anyone that messes with you. I wouldn't turn to my dad no matter what; do you even know what your dad's do every day?" Dolohov said. Harry guessed he wasn't all-bad.

"Yeah, they worship the Dark Lord, big whoop. And so do I, even though I'm not in the Dark Lord's inner circle," Lestrange said.

"No, they kill people," Harry said through gritted teeth. "They're the reason I have no family, except for the dim-witted Dursleys. And Voldemort wants me dead too, so it is a big deal."

"I never though of that," Lestrange said. "But still, I'm not betraying the Dark Lord and besmirching the Dark Lord's ranks. I'm this close;" he held his index and thumb a millimeter apart, "to being in the inner circle."

They stopped arguing as Karkaroff stood up.

"First off, I'd like to welcome the students from Hogwarts, Albus and his staff," The hall applauded them. "I'd like to wish each team good luck. Would the Varsity squads please come up here?" Karkaroff said looking at Harry and some of the other students from Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood and so did Mark, Katie, Ginny and Lavender. Dolohov, Lestrange and Rookwood stood up along with four other Durmstrang students. They all walked along the benches to an opening in the tables. There was about 20 between them and the teachers and the students.

"Captain's step forth," Karkaroff said and Harry and Lestrange did so. "I am to give your teams a chance to win fifty points for the game tomorrow" Harry looked to his team and saw them nodding for him to do it. "The winner of a duel... The winner team will be given the points. Mr. Lestrange, do you accept?" He asked Lestrange and in return Lestrange nodded. "Mr. Potter do you accept?" Harry looked to Dumbledore and his eyes were twinkling. Harry nodded.

Harry looked at Dumbledore and saw him mouth the words, "use all of your spells." Harry nodded, as he understood.


"In the duel everything goes, except for Avada Kedavara. Every other spell is allowed. First one in need of the hospital wing looses. Pick a person from your team to duel."

Harry looked at his team again and their meaning could be plainer, "you're dueling." He then stepped in the middle of the arena. And so did Lestrange. And Harry felt a jerk in the ground surrounding them and they rose about seven feet off of the ground. A wall of two feet high went around the perimeter of the rink.

Harry went to his side and Lestrange took his.

"Repressing Hogwarts, Harry Potter," and the people from Hogwarts clapped. "Representing Durmstrang Vincent Lestrange," All of the Durmstrang students and facility clapped. "Bow to your opponent," they did so, but barley; keeping their faces upturned. "Good, three-two-one duel!" Karkaroff said.

On two Lestrange threw the Cruciatus curse at him and made him conjure a shield. Similar to the one Voldemort used when Dumbledore dueled him. Harry dropped his shield and threw a simple jinx at him not wanting to bring off the big guns so early in the duel.

Lestrange easily blocked it and sent another Cruciatus curse at him, he ducked and it missed him by inches.

"Serpentsortia!" Lestrange yelled and a snake flew out of his wand. It hissed and slithered to Harry, ready to strike.

"Don't even think about it, snake," Harry called in parceltounge. The snake turned and charged at Lestrange instead.

Harry took this time to throw a powerful curse at him. Harry's aim was true and Lestrange was knocked off of his feet. He rolled onto his back as the snake sunk its fangs into Lestrange's right forearm. Blood stained his blood red uniform. But he was on his feet, shaking slightly.

"CRUCIO!" Lestrange bellowed so loud Harry was sure that the people at Hogwarts would have heard him. But this time his aim was true and Harry was knocked off of his feet and his scar burst open, but he could still see the hall. The curse the worst past he got to his feet feeling shaky threw a stunner at Lestrange and he blocked it easily.

"EAMANTORDY EXAMAY!" Lestrange bellowed and a dementor grew out of the top of his wand. Towering toward the heavens above, and the air grew bitter and all the happiness was taken from the air. The cheerfulness of long past was now replaced with sorrow and dismay. The fires in the hearths went out and so did the torches. The grim shadow of the dementor moved forward so it was now facing Harry who backed away from the dementor. If there was one thing he feared it was fear itself, and if the dementor wasn't the symbol for fear Harry didn't know what...

But before Harry's mind could think of what he was doing a scabbed hand closed around his through.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the death chamber.

The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.

The laughter that had quite not left his face, his eyes widened in shock... It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arch as he sank back behind the ragged veil hanging on the arch...

Sirius... the one happy memory... gave him the strength to recover... he clutched his wand tight in his hand and thought of Sirius and all of the good times... I'm going to see Sirius again... which this was not a lie, he knew that Luna was right and that he would see Sirius again.

"Expetro Patronum!"Harry coughed. The cold was getting to him. He kicked the dementor as hard as he could for he was getting closer to Harry's mouth... We won... we won the cup... Harry thought desperately. "Expetro Patronum!" He said weakly, and he felt a surge of power pour through him. He felt his back hit the floor and he felt anemic. He saw his patronus charge the dementor back toward Lestrange who flicked his wand and it was gone in a wisp of smoke.

Harry lay there for a few minutes with his eyes closed. He knew he didn't have that much strength left, but he knew that with one more spell and he could be victorious.

He stood and concentrated on Lestrange feeling his pain. He concentrated on Voldemort and all of his Deatheaters feeling every dose of pain Voldemort had ever inflicted upon him. He made a ring and flicked his wand and neon purple light came out of Harry's wand and his aim was true. Lestrange was knocked off of his feet and out cold.

Harry felt his feet falling out from beneath him and then he felt the impact of the ground, but he didn't feel pain. He saw black and nothing but black. There was gold at the end... the snitch? Harry tried to reach for it but his body was limp. And it was growing... it came into focus and Dumbledore was sitting over him. Harry coughed and Dumbledore looked relieved.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"OK, I guess," Harry replied and he ran a finger along his scar, which was burning furiously. "My scars just burning... that's all..."

"Harry, as I have already told you... If I thought I could help you by putting you into an enchanted sleep I would. Numbing the pain only makes it worse when you finally feel it. And of coarse you have a game... and then we're leaving tonight. I think Gryffindor will be pleased to have an excuse to throw a party. Your team was worried they'd have to play without you and have the junior varsity's seeker play for you.

"Now get up, Harry. We're not using the junior varsity's seeker;" Dumbledore pulled Harry up so that he was sitting up. He looked around to see that he was in their dorm. Dumbledore had alot of strength for a man of his age. "Now come."

Harry stood and picked his quidditch robes and broom up off of his bed. He nodded to Dumbledore and they started walking to Durmstrang's Quidditch Pitch. It took them about fifteen minutes to walk down there.

Their pitch was like nothing Harry ever seen. The ground in the pitch wasn't grass like normal ones... but wood with lines painted on the wood. The two lower hoops were raised about fifty feet and the tallest one hundred feet above the wooden pitch below. The seats were on each side raised for all the levels of game play, ranging from fifty to one twenty. There was about two thousand seats, only half of which were filled. The day was a great day for Quidditch, the sun was shining and it was warm for a day of November.

Harry walked into the locker room where his team was assembled. As soon as he entered everyone's head turned his way. Hermione ran and hugged Harry and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're OK!" She yelled ecstatically hugging him.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "Hermione... need...to...breathe!"

Hermione let go and said "sorry". Harry told her it was OK and he started changing into his Quidditch robes, which Harry found fit him perfectly. He put it on quickly and his stomach felt sick. He walked to the front of the room and all of the talking ceased.

"OK, everyone... we're playing a team we never played before. Please play with all of your heart, because I know you guys can win the cup. We are a great team. I know we can do it... I never saw a greater team..." Harry said and then added quietly... "We deserve to win... so lets go out there and play our hearts out."

They stood and the team didn't say anything. They all were nervous about their upcoming game, and it showed. Harry didn't say anything though.