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Chapter 2 The Burn
Harry was on his knees beside his old friend and mentor when Voldemort stepped up to him. The rain that was dousing the flames about the field seemed to melt off of him. Taunts and jeers came from the small group of death eaters who had rejoined their master after his triumph over Dumbledore. "So here is our hero, finally come to join the battle, and die like his mud blood loving teacher." Voldemort spat mockingly.
Audible gasps sounded within the Great Hall from the on looking students. In the background children could be heard crying, but those who still managed to look out the windows were taken aback.
Harry could feel the burning within himself. His skin was glowing white-hot. An intensity glowed from the green orbs beneath his glasses. He was radiating raw energy as he rose to his feet and faced his enemy. The laughter among the group died away immediately. Before Voldemort could order an attack the fury burst forth from Harry. Those who surrounded him were lifted from there feet and tossed away like leaves in a tornado. Even Voldemort could not withstand this new power. He was cast aside just as his followers had been. Harry drew out his own wand and strode forward daringly.
The death eaters recovered from the initial assault and stood again to attack Harry. The first one to his feet charged at Harry who never broke his stride. "Reducto!" Harry roared. The curse hit the man squarely in the chest. The magnitude of power behind that spell caused exceeding damage to the death eater, actually tearing him limb from limb. Several more rejoined the fray. Harry dodged the curses that flew towards him. He did not understand the energy within him. Where did it come from? "Protego!" he shouted to block a bolt of red light aimed at him, as he continued to progress in Voldemort's direction, felling any who opposed him with the rage that seemed to fuel his new found powers. Bodies littered the path behind him; still more came to confront him.
Inside the school there was silence. Even the sobbing had ended at the display from their fellow student. He alone had braved the dangers of stepping through the doors. At his first eruption all attention in the hall became focused on Harry. Some people actually cringed at the effects of the spells he was using. Slowly the silence turned into hopeful wishes. Voices of encouragement flooded through the room in hushed tones "Come on Harry." "You can do it." Those voices soon turned into outright cheers. The Death Eaters could not lay a spell on him. Harry was literally blowing the competition to pieces.
Not all of the students were gathered around the windows however. Near the doors stood Ron and Hermione, engaged in yet another of their famous rows. The other students assembled about them were mostly older. They were a group of students who belonged to the DA. Most of the onlookers had heard rumors, but knew nothing of what they actually did. "Hermione we need to go now! He needs our help."
"No Ron, look out that window, he does not need our help, not yet. We'll only be in the way. He shouldn't need to worry about us as well. What we need is a plan."
The other DA members were growing impatient. Wands were already drawn, and eyes were fixed on the doors to the entrance hall. After a few moments of argument the shouting was cut short by a burst of red sparks. The eyes turned on Ginny Weasley. "Listen to me," she began in a voice cold with fury, "If we have a plan then I am all for it, but otherwise we will have to make it up as we go. We did not spend all that time training to sit on the side arguing while Harry risks his life. Now unless you actually have a plan, shut it, and let's go." She glared pointedly at her brother and friend. No further words were needed. The group marched to the doors and boldly passed through them formed as one, as an army.
Chapter 2 The Burn
Harry was on his knees beside his old friend and mentor when Voldemort stepped up to him. The rain that was dousing the flames about the field seemed to melt off of him. Taunts and jeers came from the small group of death eaters who had rejoined their master after his triumph over Dumbledore. "So here is our hero, finally come to join the battle, and die like his mud blood loving teacher." Voldemort spat mockingly.
Audible gasps sounded within the Great Hall from the on looking students. In the background children could be heard crying, but those who still managed to look out the windows were taken aback.
Harry could feel the burning within himself. His skin was glowing white-hot. An intensity glowed from the green orbs beneath his glasses. He was radiating raw energy as he rose to his feet and faced his enemy. The laughter among the group died away immediately. Before Voldemort could order an attack the fury burst forth from Harry. Those who surrounded him were lifted from there feet and tossed away like leaves in a tornado. Even Voldemort could not withstand this new power. He was cast aside just as his followers had been. Harry drew out his own wand and strode forward daringly.
The death eaters recovered from the initial assault and stood again to attack Harry. The first one to his feet charged at Harry who never broke his stride. "Reducto!" Harry roared. The curse hit the man squarely in the chest. The magnitude of power behind that spell caused exceeding damage to the death eater, actually tearing him limb from limb. Several more rejoined the fray. Harry dodged the curses that flew towards him. He did not understand the energy within him. Where did it come from? "Protego!" he shouted to block a bolt of red light aimed at him, as he continued to progress in Voldemort's direction, felling any who opposed him with the rage that seemed to fuel his new found powers. Bodies littered the path behind him; still more came to confront him.
Inside the school there was silence. Even the sobbing had ended at the display from their fellow student. He alone had braved the dangers of stepping through the doors. At his first eruption all attention in the hall became focused on Harry. Some people actually cringed at the effects of the spells he was using. Slowly the silence turned into hopeful wishes. Voices of encouragement flooded through the room in hushed tones "Come on Harry." "You can do it." Those voices soon turned into outright cheers. The Death Eaters could not lay a spell on him. Harry was literally blowing the competition to pieces.
Not all of the students were gathered around the windows however. Near the doors stood Ron and Hermione, engaged in yet another of their famous rows. The other students assembled about them were mostly older. They were a group of students who belonged to the DA. Most of the onlookers had heard rumors, but knew nothing of what they actually did. "Hermione we need to go now! He needs our help."
"No Ron, look out that window, he does not need our help, not yet. We'll only be in the way. He shouldn't need to worry about us as well. What we need is a plan."
The other DA members were growing impatient. Wands were already drawn, and eyes were fixed on the doors to the entrance hall. After a few moments of argument the shouting was cut short by a burst of red sparks. The eyes turned on Ginny Weasley. "Listen to me," she began in a voice cold with fury, "If we have a plan then I am all for it, but otherwise we will have to make it up as we go. We did not spend all that time training to sit on the side arguing while Harry risks his life. Now unless you actually have a plan, shut it, and let's go." She glared pointedly at her brother and friend. No further words were needed. The group marched to the doors and boldly passed through them formed as one, as an army.