Title: Wisdom From The Dark 02
Author: Jyrnn
Spoilers: All four books.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of its characters. They are the sole intellectual property of J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. I gain no monetary reward for this exercise and do not intend any copyright infringement.
Summery: A child has suffered enough, an intruder encounters unexpected resistance, and the careless words of Voldemort have the most unexpected results. Harry Potter is about to take a stand.
Chapter Two: Cut Quickly or Not at All
Harry had already mounted his broom when he nudged the closet door open, and hovered, gently bobbing in the dim night. Each heavy step only fueled the young wizards growing resolve, while he floated, invisible under his father's cloak on the precipice between calmness and action. He waited for the intruder to touch the other creaky step. His patience was rewarded when a loud creak shattered the night air. A short burst of profanity erupted from the Death Eater as a louder and longer burst of profanity came from Vernon and Petunia's room.
"What are you doing boy!" bellowed Vernon Dursley, always quick to scold his burdensome nephew. The Death Eater, jumpy already from his frustrating incursion was shocked by the penetrating shout of Harry's Muggle uncle. He stumbled and fell prone across the stairs. This is what Harry expected and needed. He exploded out of the cupboard under the stairs an into action at last. Confident on his broom he idly thought of another of his unlikely advisors. Bartimus Crouch Jr. had told him to play to his strengths and he planned to do just that. Weaving tightly around the bannister he kicked off the wall to complete a tight 180 degree turn. Veering precisely up he shot towards the back of the rising Death eater. A Firebolt has an acceleration of fifteen miles per second. It took less than fraction of that time for Harry to close the distant between him and his foe.
Harry lanced towards his enemy and impacted bodily against the large Death eater, stealing the dark figures breath and precious seconds. He continued his ascent and accelerated even faster down the shadowy upstairs hall. His purpose was not escape, he needed more speed to properly subdue his assailant. With a skill born from Oliver Woods insane Quidditch drills he half leap, half twisted from the top of his broom and using his nimble fee, pointed the business end of his broom back the way he came. In mid-air he quickly remounted his broom and held on tightly. Harry's body shook with the rapid halt the broom made as he attempted aerial feats undreamed by the craftsmen and seeker alike. He drifted lazily backward as he waited for the force of the building acceleration to overecome his prior momentum and was gratified with the dramatic results of his gambit. The Firebolt, and him with it, quite violently exploded with forward force. The upstairs level of his Uncle's house blurred as he hurtled and bucked down the hall down towards the staircase. His invisible garment billowed behind him and flapped loudly in the wake of his passage.
To the Death eater, Harry appeared as vengeful phantom. In the short time since he had been speared by the young wizards initial strike he had managed to catch his breath and shakily erect himself with the help of the stair railing. When the shimmering form of his target shrieked towards again he could only gape at the turn of events. Every fraction of second brought Harry closer to the dark wizard, every breath brought the pair closer to a violent clash. The Death eater reached desperately for his wand but his efforts were in futile when Harry swerved up and around the Death Eaters shoulder and caught the man square in the chin with the full force of a speeding firebolt behind it. The blow rocked the dark wizard back and sent him flying in the air, his shout of startled pain roaring into the calm Surrey night.
Instead of allowing the intruder to fall clear and roll down the stairs, he guided his dive so that he could nudge the fellow towards the rail. With an out thrust foot he hooked the man's head and pressed it onto he rail with his shin. Then Harry allowed the force of his dive to carry him to the landing. It was a dangerous move but the only one in his power to effectively dispatch the man. Anxious as he was, Harry counted his heartbeats as he and his foe plummeted to the bottom of the stairs with reckless speed. During first beat he glanced at is foe and heard the unearthly squeal of flesh against polished wood. During second beat he felt something in his leg tear as the dead weight under it resisted being dragged down the banister. In the third and final rapid heart beat he felt his own frame and the staircase shake as the face of the Death eater collided with Aunt Petunia's gaudy newel. The bulbous wooden ornament at the foot of the staircase splintered with the sheer power of the collision and caused the ghastly mask of the dark wizard to fragment.
Harry too was affected by the impact. So great was the force that he lost grip on his broom and pitched forward in a rather graceless somersault. The broom stabbed into the white plaster wall and quivered like a arrow after making its mark. The boy wizard slide across th linoleum and panted with both exertion and relief. The intruder had sunk into unconsciousness and was sprawled awkwardly on the stairs, his upper half against the shaking bannister. The pain in his leg was a dull throb but it was of no real consequence. Harry had long become accustomed to physical pain and he ignored it as he curled himself in to a ball and wrapped himself in the soft, whispering fabric of his cloak. His hand found where he had tucked his wand and he drew it. Veiled in the translucent clothe, he was ready to fire off a charm if his vanquished foe every stood up again.
During that space when he sat waiting, deciding what he would do if another Death eater came or if the one before him stirred he lost track of time. It seemed an eternity but it could have been mere minutes when a bellowed Alohamora all but torn the door off 4 Privet Drive. A flood of Ministry officials arrived to see the prone form of a Death Eater and the half-visible shape of Harry Potter pointing his wand at any who came his way.
End 2.
Author's Notes:
Well after a hiatus the next chapter of my fic. Exams and general university madness distracted me from any writing that didn't have a due date, but I figure that if I want to establish something before J. K Rowling releases The Order of the Phoenix this month I better get down to work. Oh and a special thanks to my two reviewers Nighttime Sunshine, author of the rather bitchin "Like a Phoenix He Shall Rise, and also Peeweepotter. I'd all but given up on fic but I rechecked my reviews last night and here you go. Oh and apparently a newel is those ornamental things on the corner and end parts of a staircase rail. R/R
Author: Jyrnn
Spoilers: All four books.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of its characters. They are the sole intellectual property of J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. I gain no monetary reward for this exercise and do not intend any copyright infringement.
Summery: A child has suffered enough, an intruder encounters unexpected resistance, and the careless words of Voldemort have the most unexpected results. Harry Potter is about to take a stand.
Chapter Two: Cut Quickly or Not at All
Harry had already mounted his broom when he nudged the closet door open, and hovered, gently bobbing in the dim night. Each heavy step only fueled the young wizards growing resolve, while he floated, invisible under his father's cloak on the precipice between calmness and action. He waited for the intruder to touch the other creaky step. His patience was rewarded when a loud creak shattered the night air. A short burst of profanity erupted from the Death Eater as a louder and longer burst of profanity came from Vernon and Petunia's room.
"What are you doing boy!" bellowed Vernon Dursley, always quick to scold his burdensome nephew. The Death Eater, jumpy already from his frustrating incursion was shocked by the penetrating shout of Harry's Muggle uncle. He stumbled and fell prone across the stairs. This is what Harry expected and needed. He exploded out of the cupboard under the stairs an into action at last. Confident on his broom he idly thought of another of his unlikely advisors. Bartimus Crouch Jr. had told him to play to his strengths and he planned to do just that. Weaving tightly around the bannister he kicked off the wall to complete a tight 180 degree turn. Veering precisely up he shot towards the back of the rising Death eater. A Firebolt has an acceleration of fifteen miles per second. It took less than fraction of that time for Harry to close the distant between him and his foe.
Harry lanced towards his enemy and impacted bodily against the large Death eater, stealing the dark figures breath and precious seconds. He continued his ascent and accelerated even faster down the shadowy upstairs hall. His purpose was not escape, he needed more speed to properly subdue his assailant. With a skill born from Oliver Woods insane Quidditch drills he half leap, half twisted from the top of his broom and using his nimble fee, pointed the business end of his broom back the way he came. In mid-air he quickly remounted his broom and held on tightly. Harry's body shook with the rapid halt the broom made as he attempted aerial feats undreamed by the craftsmen and seeker alike. He drifted lazily backward as he waited for the force of the building acceleration to overecome his prior momentum and was gratified with the dramatic results of his gambit. The Firebolt, and him with it, quite violently exploded with forward force. The upstairs level of his Uncle's house blurred as he hurtled and bucked down the hall down towards the staircase. His invisible garment billowed behind him and flapped loudly in the wake of his passage.
To the Death eater, Harry appeared as vengeful phantom. In the short time since he had been speared by the young wizards initial strike he had managed to catch his breath and shakily erect himself with the help of the stair railing. When the shimmering form of his target shrieked towards again he could only gape at the turn of events. Every fraction of second brought Harry closer to the dark wizard, every breath brought the pair closer to a violent clash. The Death eater reached desperately for his wand but his efforts were in futile when Harry swerved up and around the Death Eaters shoulder and caught the man square in the chin with the full force of a speeding firebolt behind it. The blow rocked the dark wizard back and sent him flying in the air, his shout of startled pain roaring into the calm Surrey night.
Instead of allowing the intruder to fall clear and roll down the stairs, he guided his dive so that he could nudge the fellow towards the rail. With an out thrust foot he hooked the man's head and pressed it onto he rail with his shin. Then Harry allowed the force of his dive to carry him to the landing. It was a dangerous move but the only one in his power to effectively dispatch the man. Anxious as he was, Harry counted his heartbeats as he and his foe plummeted to the bottom of the stairs with reckless speed. During first beat he glanced at is foe and heard the unearthly squeal of flesh against polished wood. During second beat he felt something in his leg tear as the dead weight under it resisted being dragged down the banister. In the third and final rapid heart beat he felt his own frame and the staircase shake as the face of the Death eater collided with Aunt Petunia's gaudy newel. The bulbous wooden ornament at the foot of the staircase splintered with the sheer power of the collision and caused the ghastly mask of the dark wizard to fragment.
Harry too was affected by the impact. So great was the force that he lost grip on his broom and pitched forward in a rather graceless somersault. The broom stabbed into the white plaster wall and quivered like a arrow after making its mark. The boy wizard slide across th linoleum and panted with both exertion and relief. The intruder had sunk into unconsciousness and was sprawled awkwardly on the stairs, his upper half against the shaking bannister. The pain in his leg was a dull throb but it was of no real consequence. Harry had long become accustomed to physical pain and he ignored it as he curled himself in to a ball and wrapped himself in the soft, whispering fabric of his cloak. His hand found where he had tucked his wand and he drew it. Veiled in the translucent clothe, he was ready to fire off a charm if his vanquished foe every stood up again.
During that space when he sat waiting, deciding what he would do if another Death eater came or if the one before him stirred he lost track of time. It seemed an eternity but it could have been mere minutes when a bellowed Alohamora all but torn the door off 4 Privet Drive. A flood of Ministry officials arrived to see the prone form of a Death Eater and the half-visible shape of Harry Potter pointing his wand at any who came his way.
End 2.
Author's Notes:
Well after a hiatus the next chapter of my fic. Exams and general university madness distracted me from any writing that didn't have a due date, but I figure that if I want to establish something before J. K Rowling releases The Order of the Phoenix this month I better get down to work. Oh and a special thanks to my two reviewers Nighttime Sunshine, author of the rather bitchin "Like a Phoenix He Shall Rise, and also Peeweepotter. I'd all but given up on fic but I rechecked my reviews last night and here you go. Oh and apparently a newel is those ornamental things on the corner and end parts of a staircase rail. R/R