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Chapter 13: A New Enemy
Harry slept with his new wand that night. It was remarkable on how much power it gave Harry. It didn't replenish his reserves, but it gave him a sense of power that told him any spell he casted right now would be more powerful than any spell casted with his old wand when he was at full power.
Harry woke up to two owls pecking at the window. Groggily, he shuffled over to let them in. nothing was extraordinary about the two owls, both a boring brown, but one carried a package. He decided to open that one last. He went over to the one carrying just a letter and opened it. It was just Ollivander telling him that the wand was right on track, and could be picked up anytime after lunch.
Harry went over to the owl carrying the package. He removed the package and lifted the lid to find a note inside. It read:
`Dear Harry,
I thought this might be a good addition to your wardrobe.
Use it well.'
It didn't say who it was from, but Harry suspected that it was from Dumbledore since it was written in the same loopy handwriting he received his invisibility cloak in. he removed the cover wrap from the box to find a pure white cloak in the box. He lifted it out to find that on the left- handed sleeve was a rune in emerald green and a different one on the right handed side. He examined the back to find two, barely noticeable slits. He presumed this was for his wings, and would rip his cloak up when he needed them.
The material was like silk. It was light, but extremely durable. He threw it on himself to find something hard hit his back. Pulling it back off, he found that there was a built in sheath for his sword so it would be as noticeable when he carried it around. He sheathed his sword and put the cloak back on and apparated to the small clearing he had been practicing everything in. he figured he would practice changing into Blizzard, then go have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron before he went to pick up his new wand.
He made his whole arm up to the elbow into a wolf's leg before he realized that he needed to get to the Leaky Cauldron. He apparated to a small alleyway besides the pub and walked around and entered the door. Right away Harry noticed something different. The pub was jammed packed and he didn't know why. He looked over to a corner where a bunch of wizards had crowded around to see a weird type of television. Harry walked over to a man and asked, "What's going on?"
"Don' gets out much do 'ya? It's th' European Qudditch Cup o' course." He said with a slight slur from being a little tipsy.
It surprised Harry. After thinking about it, he should have expected it since there was a World Cup. Harry went up to Tom the Innkeeper to order a dragon burger. It wasn't really made out of a dragon, but was said to be so spicy it would have you shooting flames out your mouth. After Harry found a table that was in a secluded corner, his burger came over. It looked delicious. Before Harry sunk his teeth into the burger, he realized that he was a complete wimp when it came to spicy food. Thinking `what the hell,' he sunk his teeth into the burger. Harry found the taste delightful, and the beef was juicy, but it was hot. He figured something was wrong with it because even mild hot sauce would have him running to the faucet to cool the burn. He wasn't going to take it back though because it was tasty and they might take it away from him.
Harry finished his dragon burger, licking his fingers. He decided that it would be okay to go get his wand from Ollivander's. He walked quickly through the crowded alleyway that was pretty much deserted yesterday, and walked into the wandmaker's store.
"Ah, Harry, I'm glad you made it. Quite crowded out there, isn't?" Ollivander greeted.
"Yes, a pleasant change I suppose."
"Yes it is. Now let's go take a look at the second wand." With that, both wizards hurried off to the back.
"Here it is," Ollivander pointed out. On a table was a white wand that was of average length. "It is of Aspen wood, imported from the Rocky Mountains in America, twelve inches and supple."
Harry picked it up. He didn't even feel a tingle that another wizard's wand would usually give. He gave it a wave and nothing came out.
"I guess I was right in my presumption. It is probably as good as waving a normal stick around." Ollivander stated. "Now, who do you choose for that wand?"
"I haven't decided yet. I think I'll wait a bit."
"Good choice. Make sure it is someone you completely trust. Now, I'm sorry for rushing you out, but I have a business to run. I need fifteen galleons."
"Dammit, I forgot my money. Can you get it from my vault?" asked a very agitated Harry.
"No problem. Just give me your vault number and I'll charge your account."
"Sure, but why is it so high?"
"Because of the shipping from the States. That was mostly the charge, I believe just the shipping was thirteen galleons."
Harry was walking out of the store, wondering what he was going to do for the rest of the day. He still had some energy, but he didn't want to work on Blizzard anymore that day. He figured he would go home and do some tai chi exercises. He hadn't done any of those in a while. Just before Harry apparated, he heard multiple pops, screams, and explosions.
Harry looked up, expecting to find Deatheaters, only to find about thirty wizards in blood red robes casting spells in all directions, not discriminating between muggles, muggle-borns, and purebloods. He noticed the Malfoys, and Lucius took a particularly nasty hex, sending him into a brick wall knocking him out completely. Draco and Mrs. Malfoy were hysterical at this point.
Harry looked more closely at the robed menace. The robes were blood red, and looked like they were made out of velvet. On each shoulder showed a skull of a dragon breathing black fire. They were laughing like maniacs making the children even more scared.
Someone from the group stepped forward; he must have been the ringleader because all spells stopped. He began to speak:
"No one try to apparate out of here. We have put up anti-apparation wards all around here. You should feel privileged to be the first group exposed to the Red Death. Our master, the Dragon Lord, felt today was the right day to feel our wrath. Bow down to your future rulers, unless you feel one of you can defeat all of us. How about even Deatheater scum." He ended looking directly at Lucius who was now waking up with a cut on his head.
"No, suit yourselves, bow down or die." No one moved. "How dare you defy us? What, are you waiting for your precious Aurors to come save you? We are afraid they won't come, as they are. in disposed." The group of people began to shake at that news. After that, several more pop's signified the arrival of more of the Red Death that encircled the group of people.
People started to bow down, infuriating both Harry and Lucius Malfoy, but for different reasons. Malfoy wanted them to bow down to his master; while Harry was mad, they refused to fight back. Thinking this had to stop; Harry drew his sword and expanded his wings, startling the members of the Red Death near Harry since he was on the furthest side of the huddled mass.
He gave one flap that sent him ten feet in the air. It startled Harry a little, but didn't let it show and flew to the leading group of the Red Death. They didn't fire any curses at him, so he landed near the leader of the group.
"Ah, yes, the `Angel' everyone has spoke of. We were wondering if you would show. Our master would like to meet you, offer you a spot in our order. He wants you to be his right hand man. First though, what shall we call you?" Harry noticed that they didn't wear masks like Deatheaters, but had a Concealing Charm on their face that made it look like it was shrouded in shadows.
"You can call me. Seraph." Harry replied. He didn't even know where the name came from.
"Okay Seraph, 'Guardian Angel,' would you like to join our humble group?"
`So that's what that name means,' Harry thought. "You can shove your offer up your master's overly large dragon hide ass."
"So are you the champion of these worthless beings." The leader asked not so serenely as before.
"It just made me sick of them bowing to you, showing no back bone." Harry said as the nearest bystanders flinched at his tone.
"Then you pose no purpose to us, but a bump in the road that we will surely fix." After that, he sent a giant flame at Harry from his hand.
`What the hell,' Harry thought. How could he do that? He notice the other members send flames through their hands as well. Harry quickly wrapped himself up with his wings, shielding himself from their fire.
`This is getting boring,' Harry thought, and quickly expanding his wings halting the flames for a second before Harry took off into the air. It was amazing, but a little tiring. He stopped his hundred-foot ascent, and dove at the ringleader. He slashed at the Red Death members at the side, getting them out of his way.
Charging at the ringleader, Harry noticed he stood with confidence and didn't shy back from the flying angel. When Harry was about ten feet from him, he sent more flames at him, but they didn't harm Harry, but he had to cover his face with his hands to shield his face. That proved to be a mistake as Harry felt a foot connect with his face, bringing him out of the air, and rolling on the ground.
Harry was panting, and blood was running from his nose onto his cloak. Harry notice the blood kept rolling so the cloak wouldn't stain. It dawned on Harry that the ringleader was trained in the muggle martial arts. That proved just dandy since he was also an expert dueler from what Harry saw. Harry wouldn't try to out duel him since he hadn't practiced that, and he didn't want the Ministry to figure out his identity from his magical signature. Therefore, he opted for option B.
"I see you're trained in the martial arts," Harry stated.
"So I am. What of it?"
"Just wondering if you want a fight?"
"Delighted." He stated.
Harry and the ringleader charge at each other, Harry had to dodge the ringleader and his posse since they were throwing hexes at him while fighting. Harry was on the defensive wondering on what he should do. He didn't want to risk anything, which meant changing into Blitz and summoning his lesser Thunderbirds. These people were much better fighters than the Deatheaters he fought, and he was running out of energy.
Everyone was watching the mysterious `Seraph' fight about forty Red Death members and losing. Lucius Malfoy wasn't just going to stand around and let these dorks in red cloaks show their power over the Deatheaters. He quickly darted into an alleyway and conjured his Deatheater cloak and the inner circle of Deatheaters. Being the right hand man of Voldemort hand its advantages. The inner circle consisted of twenty members of skilled duelers on two skilled medics.
"What's going on Lucius?" McNair asked.
"It seems that we need to teach some rookies a lesson in who runs things around here." Lucius quickly explained the situation to the rest and they charged out into the fight the angel was losing. Lucius was glad the Mark summon could pull people through apparation wards.
`This is getting ridiculous.' Harry thought as another curse hit him. He couldn't bat the curses away with his wings because it might hit a bystander and he would lose his balance with an experienced fighter breathing down his neck. Harry was amazed kept him off this long. `Screw it,' Harry thought and swept his wing behind his opponent who didn't notice, and Harry used his wing to sweep away his legs.
Harry turned around as he heard screams. He thought the rest of the Red Death had started to attack the crowd but he noticed a group of Deatheaters coming his way. Not just any old Deatheater group, but the inner circle, signified by the silver circle outlining the Dark Mark on their shoulders. `Great just hat I need,' Harry thought. Then he noticed that they were taking the heat away from him.
"Get moving, summon that flock of pigeons," one Deatheater said. He noticed that it sounded strikingly like Lucius Malfoy.
Not liking to be told twice, Harry began his change. In five seconds stood a regal Thunderbird. Harry was exhausted at this point, so he let out a shriek that stopped the raging battle around him. Storm clouds gathered quickly and a giant lightning bolt struck Blitz. Harry instantly recharged. Harry wanted more though. He remembered that Bella told him that thunderbirds could increase their size ten fold. Harry concentrated on what he wanted to do, and let out an other shriek that lasted ten seconds.
Successive bolts struck Blitz, each getting bigger and bigger as they came. For thirty seconds this preceded. Everyone was in awe. Blitz stood after all the dust settled twice as tall as the Leaky Cauldron, and a little shorter than Gringotts. Realizing that they were in trouble, the members of Red Death used their flames to attack Blitz. It was the only thing that had ever hurt Harry in this form.
Harry realized that this group had to be elementals, since that was the only known thing to hurt elemental birds. Harry let out another shriek that hurt everyone's ears with the increased size of his body. Not soon after wards came little squeaks that signified the arrival of the lesser Thunderbird.
They skimmed over the Deatheaters, which they were thankful for, and sent blue lightning bolts at the members of Red Death. It seemed to scare them, as the numbers of these birds were ten times greater of the last time they were summoned. They felt overwhelmed. The Deatheaters soon started to attack as well.
Harry just stood there. He was unable to fight in the small alleyway, and watched in remorse as each of his brother's fell, turning into lightning and returning to the sky. Harry turned to the sky as more and more birds came from the unending swirling clouds up above.
The ringleader quickly told the rest of the group to leave, bringing their fallen brethren with them. A succession of pops told of their leaving. All that were left were the Deatheaters and the shocked crowd of the battle that happened right in front of their eyes.
The lesser Thunderbirds settled on Harry and light poles everywhere and more kept coming. Harry gave Lucius a stern glare, which sent the signal that they needed to leave or he would set the birds on him and his group.
Lucius wasn't a fool and knew they would be overwhelmed. He gave a curt nod to Harry, and signaled the rest of the Deatheaters to leave. They went away with a few pops now that the anti-apparation ward was down. Harry gave a little trill that let the little birds know it was their time to leave.
Harry changed back to the applause of the crowd around him. Harry wasn't as tired as last time he fought, but he needed to go to sleep now if he wanted to be rested enough to work tomorrow, and he didn't want to have to deal with the crowd questioning him.
He quickly apparated away and crash-landed in his bed, not noticing that Bubo had a letter in his beak, and went to sleep.
(AN: How was that? My longest chapter ever. I'll write later. I have a question. How do you get italics and stuff on here? Any feed back appreciated. Thanks again to Nemati. Peace).
Chapter 13: A New Enemy
Harry slept with his new wand that night. It was remarkable on how much power it gave Harry. It didn't replenish his reserves, but it gave him a sense of power that told him any spell he casted right now would be more powerful than any spell casted with his old wand when he was at full power.
Harry woke up to two owls pecking at the window. Groggily, he shuffled over to let them in. nothing was extraordinary about the two owls, both a boring brown, but one carried a package. He decided to open that one last. He went over to the one carrying just a letter and opened it. It was just Ollivander telling him that the wand was right on track, and could be picked up anytime after lunch.
Harry went over to the owl carrying the package. He removed the package and lifted the lid to find a note inside. It read:
`Dear Harry,
I thought this might be a good addition to your wardrobe.
Use it well.'
It didn't say who it was from, but Harry suspected that it was from Dumbledore since it was written in the same loopy handwriting he received his invisibility cloak in. he removed the cover wrap from the box to find a pure white cloak in the box. He lifted it out to find that on the left- handed sleeve was a rune in emerald green and a different one on the right handed side. He examined the back to find two, barely noticeable slits. He presumed this was for his wings, and would rip his cloak up when he needed them.
The material was like silk. It was light, but extremely durable. He threw it on himself to find something hard hit his back. Pulling it back off, he found that there was a built in sheath for his sword so it would be as noticeable when he carried it around. He sheathed his sword and put the cloak back on and apparated to the small clearing he had been practicing everything in. he figured he would practice changing into Blizzard, then go have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron before he went to pick up his new wand.
He made his whole arm up to the elbow into a wolf's leg before he realized that he needed to get to the Leaky Cauldron. He apparated to a small alleyway besides the pub and walked around and entered the door. Right away Harry noticed something different. The pub was jammed packed and he didn't know why. He looked over to a corner where a bunch of wizards had crowded around to see a weird type of television. Harry walked over to a man and asked, "What's going on?"
"Don' gets out much do 'ya? It's th' European Qudditch Cup o' course." He said with a slight slur from being a little tipsy.
It surprised Harry. After thinking about it, he should have expected it since there was a World Cup. Harry went up to Tom the Innkeeper to order a dragon burger. It wasn't really made out of a dragon, but was said to be so spicy it would have you shooting flames out your mouth. After Harry found a table that was in a secluded corner, his burger came over. It looked delicious. Before Harry sunk his teeth into the burger, he realized that he was a complete wimp when it came to spicy food. Thinking `what the hell,' he sunk his teeth into the burger. Harry found the taste delightful, and the beef was juicy, but it was hot. He figured something was wrong with it because even mild hot sauce would have him running to the faucet to cool the burn. He wasn't going to take it back though because it was tasty and they might take it away from him.
Harry finished his dragon burger, licking his fingers. He decided that it would be okay to go get his wand from Ollivander's. He walked quickly through the crowded alleyway that was pretty much deserted yesterday, and walked into the wandmaker's store.
"Ah, Harry, I'm glad you made it. Quite crowded out there, isn't?" Ollivander greeted.
"Yes, a pleasant change I suppose."
"Yes it is. Now let's go take a look at the second wand." With that, both wizards hurried off to the back.
"Here it is," Ollivander pointed out. On a table was a white wand that was of average length. "It is of Aspen wood, imported from the Rocky Mountains in America, twelve inches and supple."
Harry picked it up. He didn't even feel a tingle that another wizard's wand would usually give. He gave it a wave and nothing came out.
"I guess I was right in my presumption. It is probably as good as waving a normal stick around." Ollivander stated. "Now, who do you choose for that wand?"
"I haven't decided yet. I think I'll wait a bit."
"Good choice. Make sure it is someone you completely trust. Now, I'm sorry for rushing you out, but I have a business to run. I need fifteen galleons."
"Dammit, I forgot my money. Can you get it from my vault?" asked a very agitated Harry.
"No problem. Just give me your vault number and I'll charge your account."
"Sure, but why is it so high?"
"Because of the shipping from the States. That was mostly the charge, I believe just the shipping was thirteen galleons."
Harry was walking out of the store, wondering what he was going to do for the rest of the day. He still had some energy, but he didn't want to work on Blizzard anymore that day. He figured he would go home and do some tai chi exercises. He hadn't done any of those in a while. Just before Harry apparated, he heard multiple pops, screams, and explosions.
Harry looked up, expecting to find Deatheaters, only to find about thirty wizards in blood red robes casting spells in all directions, not discriminating between muggles, muggle-borns, and purebloods. He noticed the Malfoys, and Lucius took a particularly nasty hex, sending him into a brick wall knocking him out completely. Draco and Mrs. Malfoy were hysterical at this point.
Harry looked more closely at the robed menace. The robes were blood red, and looked like they were made out of velvet. On each shoulder showed a skull of a dragon breathing black fire. They were laughing like maniacs making the children even more scared.
Someone from the group stepped forward; he must have been the ringleader because all spells stopped. He began to speak:
"No one try to apparate out of here. We have put up anti-apparation wards all around here. You should feel privileged to be the first group exposed to the Red Death. Our master, the Dragon Lord, felt today was the right day to feel our wrath. Bow down to your future rulers, unless you feel one of you can defeat all of us. How about even Deatheater scum." He ended looking directly at Lucius who was now waking up with a cut on his head.
"No, suit yourselves, bow down or die." No one moved. "How dare you defy us? What, are you waiting for your precious Aurors to come save you? We are afraid they won't come, as they are. in disposed." The group of people began to shake at that news. After that, several more pop's signified the arrival of more of the Red Death that encircled the group of people.
People started to bow down, infuriating both Harry and Lucius Malfoy, but for different reasons. Malfoy wanted them to bow down to his master; while Harry was mad, they refused to fight back. Thinking this had to stop; Harry drew his sword and expanded his wings, startling the members of the Red Death near Harry since he was on the furthest side of the huddled mass.
He gave one flap that sent him ten feet in the air. It startled Harry a little, but didn't let it show and flew to the leading group of the Red Death. They didn't fire any curses at him, so he landed near the leader of the group.
"Ah, yes, the `Angel' everyone has spoke of. We were wondering if you would show. Our master would like to meet you, offer you a spot in our order. He wants you to be his right hand man. First though, what shall we call you?" Harry noticed that they didn't wear masks like Deatheaters, but had a Concealing Charm on their face that made it look like it was shrouded in shadows.
"You can call me. Seraph." Harry replied. He didn't even know where the name came from.
"Okay Seraph, 'Guardian Angel,' would you like to join our humble group?"
`So that's what that name means,' Harry thought. "You can shove your offer up your master's overly large dragon hide ass."
"So are you the champion of these worthless beings." The leader asked not so serenely as before.
"It just made me sick of them bowing to you, showing no back bone." Harry said as the nearest bystanders flinched at his tone.
"Then you pose no purpose to us, but a bump in the road that we will surely fix." After that, he sent a giant flame at Harry from his hand.
`What the hell,' Harry thought. How could he do that? He notice the other members send flames through their hands as well. Harry quickly wrapped himself up with his wings, shielding himself from their fire.
`This is getting boring,' Harry thought, and quickly expanding his wings halting the flames for a second before Harry took off into the air. It was amazing, but a little tiring. He stopped his hundred-foot ascent, and dove at the ringleader. He slashed at the Red Death members at the side, getting them out of his way.
Charging at the ringleader, Harry noticed he stood with confidence and didn't shy back from the flying angel. When Harry was about ten feet from him, he sent more flames at him, but they didn't harm Harry, but he had to cover his face with his hands to shield his face. That proved to be a mistake as Harry felt a foot connect with his face, bringing him out of the air, and rolling on the ground.
Harry was panting, and blood was running from his nose onto his cloak. Harry notice the blood kept rolling so the cloak wouldn't stain. It dawned on Harry that the ringleader was trained in the muggle martial arts. That proved just dandy since he was also an expert dueler from what Harry saw. Harry wouldn't try to out duel him since he hadn't practiced that, and he didn't want the Ministry to figure out his identity from his magical signature. Therefore, he opted for option B.
"I see you're trained in the martial arts," Harry stated.
"So I am. What of it?"
"Just wondering if you want a fight?"
"Delighted." He stated.
Harry and the ringleader charge at each other, Harry had to dodge the ringleader and his posse since they were throwing hexes at him while fighting. Harry was on the defensive wondering on what he should do. He didn't want to risk anything, which meant changing into Blitz and summoning his lesser Thunderbirds. These people were much better fighters than the Deatheaters he fought, and he was running out of energy.
Everyone was watching the mysterious `Seraph' fight about forty Red Death members and losing. Lucius Malfoy wasn't just going to stand around and let these dorks in red cloaks show their power over the Deatheaters. He quickly darted into an alleyway and conjured his Deatheater cloak and the inner circle of Deatheaters. Being the right hand man of Voldemort hand its advantages. The inner circle consisted of twenty members of skilled duelers on two skilled medics.
"What's going on Lucius?" McNair asked.
"It seems that we need to teach some rookies a lesson in who runs things around here." Lucius quickly explained the situation to the rest and they charged out into the fight the angel was losing. Lucius was glad the Mark summon could pull people through apparation wards.
`This is getting ridiculous.' Harry thought as another curse hit him. He couldn't bat the curses away with his wings because it might hit a bystander and he would lose his balance with an experienced fighter breathing down his neck. Harry was amazed kept him off this long. `Screw it,' Harry thought and swept his wing behind his opponent who didn't notice, and Harry used his wing to sweep away his legs.
Harry turned around as he heard screams. He thought the rest of the Red Death had started to attack the crowd but he noticed a group of Deatheaters coming his way. Not just any old Deatheater group, but the inner circle, signified by the silver circle outlining the Dark Mark on their shoulders. `Great just hat I need,' Harry thought. Then he noticed that they were taking the heat away from him.
"Get moving, summon that flock of pigeons," one Deatheater said. He noticed that it sounded strikingly like Lucius Malfoy.
Not liking to be told twice, Harry began his change. In five seconds stood a regal Thunderbird. Harry was exhausted at this point, so he let out a shriek that stopped the raging battle around him. Storm clouds gathered quickly and a giant lightning bolt struck Blitz. Harry instantly recharged. Harry wanted more though. He remembered that Bella told him that thunderbirds could increase their size ten fold. Harry concentrated on what he wanted to do, and let out an other shriek that lasted ten seconds.
Successive bolts struck Blitz, each getting bigger and bigger as they came. For thirty seconds this preceded. Everyone was in awe. Blitz stood after all the dust settled twice as tall as the Leaky Cauldron, and a little shorter than Gringotts. Realizing that they were in trouble, the members of Red Death used their flames to attack Blitz. It was the only thing that had ever hurt Harry in this form.
Harry realized that this group had to be elementals, since that was the only known thing to hurt elemental birds. Harry let out another shriek that hurt everyone's ears with the increased size of his body. Not soon after wards came little squeaks that signified the arrival of the lesser Thunderbird.
They skimmed over the Deatheaters, which they were thankful for, and sent blue lightning bolts at the members of Red Death. It seemed to scare them, as the numbers of these birds were ten times greater of the last time they were summoned. They felt overwhelmed. The Deatheaters soon started to attack as well.
Harry just stood there. He was unable to fight in the small alleyway, and watched in remorse as each of his brother's fell, turning into lightning and returning to the sky. Harry turned to the sky as more and more birds came from the unending swirling clouds up above.
The ringleader quickly told the rest of the group to leave, bringing their fallen brethren with them. A succession of pops told of their leaving. All that were left were the Deatheaters and the shocked crowd of the battle that happened right in front of their eyes.
The lesser Thunderbirds settled on Harry and light poles everywhere and more kept coming. Harry gave Lucius a stern glare, which sent the signal that they needed to leave or he would set the birds on him and his group.
Lucius wasn't a fool and knew they would be overwhelmed. He gave a curt nod to Harry, and signaled the rest of the Deatheaters to leave. They went away with a few pops now that the anti-apparation ward was down. Harry gave a little trill that let the little birds know it was their time to leave.
Harry changed back to the applause of the crowd around him. Harry wasn't as tired as last time he fought, but he needed to go to sleep now if he wanted to be rested enough to work tomorrow, and he didn't want to have to deal with the crowd questioning him.
He quickly apparated away and crash-landed in his bed, not noticing that Bubo had a letter in his beak, and went to sleep.
(AN: How was that? My longest chapter ever. I'll write later. I have a question. How do you get italics and stuff on here? Any feed back appreciated. Thanks again to Nemati. Peace).