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Chapter 20: Awakening
"Ron, help!"
"I'm coming, hold on…"
"Hold still, it'll hurt for a second…"
"Albus, they're surrounding us…"
"Master, McNair fell…"
What was going on? The last thing Harry remembered was falling asleep in the potion-filled tank to help him. Now, he's hearing voices. He could have sworn he was hearing Ron and Hermione fighting in a furious battle full of explosions and fire. He could have also sworn he heard Malfoy helping someone in agonizing pain. Then there was Professor Lupin screaming to Dumbledore from a vast distance and a Death Eater reporting one of there fallen brethren to Voldemort.
He past them off as weird dreams until a vision of horrific events crossed his eyes. A gigantic red bull towered over about ten people in blood red cloaks. In the background was a boy, of Harry's age with semi-long blonde hair, looking over a girl with massive bushy brown hair. She seemed to have burns all over her body, and a chunk of her hair was missing. It almost seemed as if it were burned off.
The people in the red cloaks held their hands in front of themselves as fire erupted from their hands. The bull snorted the flames up through his nose, which also had a ring in it. It looked like the flames were dancing in its eyes until the bull opened its mouth and let the flames pour back onto the people in the red cloaks. They seemed to have disappeared in the flames, because there was no trace of them when the inferno passed.
Seeing the people leave, the girl gave a horrific sob and screamed, "Harry!"
Harry's eyes opened in terror. 'That wasn't a dream that was real', Harry thought. To confirm his thoughts, a gigantic 'BOOM' shook the castle walls. Harry finally got his bearings and looked around. In a green haze, he could make out what seemed to be a man wobbling around. 'I need to get out of here,' Harry thought. He started to press on the glass, but it wouldn't budge. He then pushed his magic through his fingertips and watched as the glass cracked, and finally shattered away. Harry watched as the liquid rushed away to cover the floor. Harry ripped the tubes and mask off, feeling refreshment as the stale oxygen left his lungs and fresh oxygen reached his nostrils.
Mundungus looked at the boy who broke the glass tank and was standing in nothing but flowery swim trunks. The potion, which was of a 'goop' viscosity, was all over his shoes and the boy. Harry needed to help his friends. He gave the man he didn't know very well a wink and said, "Be back in a bit," and with a 'swoosh' he was gone in a green smoke.
Harry appeared on a battlefield that had scorch marks and small fires everywhere. Harry realized he was on the Hogwarts grounds and it looked to be late spring. Little battles were everywhere. Some orange against red, some orange and black against red, and even some orange against black. Harry seen a figure in black taking on thirty or so figures in red robes, and likewise for a figure dressed in blue.
With more examination, Harry saw a bull, big enough for Hagrid to ride on, transform into a lanky red headed boy rush over to two figures on the ground. Harry recognized them as Ron, Malfoy, and Hermione. Harry began to rush over, before realizing his lack of clothes. He summoned his Myst ability, and when the mist left, there laid a cloak of the same emerald color. He threw the cloak on and rushed over to his friends, throwing a few lightning bolts at random Red Death members.
He finally made it to his friends and noticed their look of relief at seeing him. He stopped the questions of where he was, as he could see them surface in their eyes. He looked at Hermione to notice that she's seen better days, and his heart ached for his friend.
"Where's the closet medical unit?" he asked no one in particular.
"St. Mungo's," answered Ron. With that and a wave of Harry's hand, she was gone in the same green mist Harry arrived with.
"There, she should be in good hands now," Harry said. Ron and Malfoy looked on in wonder. They gave Harry a smile and when Ron was just about to say, 'Good to have ya back, mate,' a red jet hit him and sent him flying into a tree, knocking him out. Right when Malfoy looked up to the disturbance, he caught the same curse in his face, sending him tumbling backwards.
Harry looked up to see a figure clad in gray. They still had their wand pointed out with a feminine looking hand. In fact, the figure of the hooded person had an overall womanishly figure. Harry didn't care whether she was man, woman, or beast. He just wanted revenge. And revenge he would get.
Before they could even exchange words, a gigantic black dog came bounding between the two. It transformed into the smiling Sirius Harry always knew. There was something different about Sirius now though. Almost as if, he was enjoying the battle. Harry figured he must have had the warrior's blood thing.
"Couldn't let my godson have all the glory of defeating their leader now, could I?" he questioned. "Let someone else have some fame defeating a dark lord, we'll be the most wanted men in all of England, if you get my drift." He said with a wink. With that, they battled.
They seemed evenly matched until the end when Sirius was getting the upper hand. Harry kept some of the Red Death away with lightning bolts. Sirius started to play with her, getting cocky, when he went to give Harry a wink, he was covered with black flames.
"Sirius, NO!" Harry yelled, but couldn't get close enough to save him from the sizzling heat. He could have sworn he heard popping. When it was all over, Sirius laid on the ground. Harry rushed to his side and rolled him over, wishing he didn't. Sirius had hair no longer; he didn't have a nose either. His robes seemed to have gotten so hot so quick, that instead of catching fire, they just melted into Sirius' skin. His face looked like a flesh colored skeleton. Harry could here the raspy death in his lungs, making him sound like a Dementor. The worst thing though, was that Sirius was still alive.
"Harry," he rasped out, "your parents would be so proud of you, so proud. I'm so proud of you. Proud enough to call you my son, never forget to live your life, Harry, and don't forget to name your first born after me," he said, and he could tell Sirius tried to wink at him, but couldn't with his eyelids melt off. Then, he died.
"Move, child, and let me finish what should be done," said a voice that sounded like a feminine hiss. It was the leader of the Red Death.
She raised her hand to start another blaze, but Harry screamed, "NO!" and sent a sizzling bolt of lightning at the fiendish woman. She landed a great distance away, and in a black fire ten feet away from Harry, appeared back within striking distance. This continued in this fashion, Harry making consecutive hits, doing little damage, and she appearing back for more.
Harry decided he needed to regroup to find a way to defeat this… woman. Realizing he could fly and she couldn't, Harry let his wings go free, and took to the air. He could see the shock in her eyes then a look like Christmas came early.
"It makes sense Perfect Hero Harry Potter was the 'Great Seraph.' I have a surprise for you," she said in her evil hiss.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Harry questioned with malice in his voice.
"Deteria" she hissed. It hit Harry squarely in the chest, knocking the air out of him. Harry hit the ground on all fours, coughing.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed. His muscles in his chest were hurting badly. He looked at his wings and watched as feathers turned to ash. Soon all that was left was pain and black skeletal bird like wing bones.
"Wh-why are you doing this?" Harry asked, not with malice but pain.
"Revenge," she said with a crazed glint in her eyes, "revenge for my grandfather, Grindelwald, the greatest sorcerer ever."
"Why all the killing though," Harry asked, trying not to faint from all the pain.
"Why should we live when he parishes in Azkaban, mindless now from all the Dementors, but that's okay, Dumbledore will be there soon also." She exclaimed. "But now, now is your turn to fall!"
Harry, sensing his predicament, tried to transform into Blitz, but the vision of his coyote form kept creeping in the way. Harry knew what this meant, and let both of them wash over him.
Harry awakened wanting to cause havoc. He wanted chaos. He looked around, noticing all of the chaos around him. 'Not enough though,' he thought. There needed to be more. Sensing incoming magic, he seen a pretty woman with surprise etched in her eyes, blasting fire towards him. In the blink of an eye, he was up in a tree, tsking her.
"Thou shant play so nastily," Harry said in a playful tone, startling the woman.
She realized Harry was not in right mind, and perhaps she could manipulate him, until she saw the look in his eyes at seeing the dead body of Sirius. Something clicked in Harry's mind when he seen Sirius' body, lying there.
"You killed Sirius, didn't you," Harry said with rage in his voice. She spluttered, trying to think up an excuse, but couldn't think of one, so opted for killing this form of Harry Potter.
She screamed, "Deteria," but Harry was too quick for her. He was literally gone in a flash. This repeated for several minutes until the evil witch stopped because of exhaustion. The four-foot creature Harry transformed into was very intimidating, considering his height. He had pasty skin; long greasy hair down to his shoulders, his elbows had sharp protruding bones sticking from his arms. He also had a seven-foot ebony staff, tipped with a sharp point. His pants were ripped and frayed and his feet arched up so only the balls of his feet touched the ground. The most shocking however were the bat wings that protruded from his shoulder blades where his angelic wings used to be.
"Sirius was my idol. The greatest hell-raiser and havoc causer there was and ever will be, besides me. And you killed him. Now, you die!"
With that he fluttered up like a hummingbird, raised his staff to throw at the woman before she asked, "What are you?"
Harry answered with, "Havoc," and launched his staff as if it were a missile. It impaled the woman, entering her mouth, and exiting through the upper part of her leg, where she stayed, looking up with hollowed eyes.
Havoc watched with great enjoyment, until two jinxes hit him in the back knocking him unconscious.
Harry awoke to murmurings around his bed. Before he opened his eyes, he could see the blindingly white light of the hospital wing. He pretended to sleep some more hoping that he could catch some vital information. It turned out that there was no vital information, but just some mindless bantering going back and forth between a few people.
Harry opened his eyes, only to close them slightly as the whiteness of where he was overwhelmed him. Only a slight few took notice of this, they being Dumbledore and Hermione. Dumbledore had a relieved smile on and Hermione was now buried in his chest. The others finally took notice of Harry's awakening. They included Ron, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and surprisingly Malfoy.
"Hey, mate, nice to have you back!" Ron said.
"I must say I agree with Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore added. Everyone went around giving their greetings, some more hysterical than others (Hermione didn't even say anything; she just gave a big sob when there was a lull). There were some surprises, like when Malfoy said hi and when Lupin gave a feeble hello, not even giving a smile for Harry, which he immediately understood remembering what happened to Sirius. Snape however gave Harry no surprises. He looked at Harry with the contempt he always gave perhaps even more so than ever.
After everyone was done talking, Dumbledore asked everyone to leave, except for Malfoy and Ron. When they tried to make Hermione move, they realized it was pointless because she was sleeping. The three boys looked at each other with confusion, until Dumbledore began to talk.
"Before you all leave on your summer break, allow me to address a few things first," Dumbledore began, "Firstly, Harry, since you missed your OWL testing, your professors have given the ministry what the most likely results you would have gotten on your scoring. In Transfiguration, you received an Acceptable; in Potions you received a Poor; in Charms you received an Acceptable; in Defense Against the Dark Arts you received an Outstanding, good job by the way; in Herbology you received an Exceeds Expectations; in Care of Magical Creatures you received an Outstanding again; and in Divination you received an Outstanding. Professor Trelawny thinks very highly of you she told me. Said you are a very strong person to accept your fate the way you have." Dumbledore said with much twinkling.
"Way to go mate, six OWLs. I only got five, but that's two better than Fred and George so I won't get yelled at too badly." Ron exclaimed. Harry could tell he was very happy with his results. "Hermione got ten OWLs though, says she should have done better, but could she you know with only twelve possible. She only sat in ten exams anyways." Ron continued to ramble.
"I agree with Mr. Weasley once again, good job. It must be true you know, 'great minds think alike,'" Dumbledore said causing Ron to turn scarlet. "Only got seven OWLs myself," Dumbledore continued, "but anyways, on to more serious business. The reason you three are here," he looked at Harry, Ron, and Malfoy, "is because of a certain prophesy circling the three of you. We were only certain of this three days ago on the battlefield. I don't know the exact wording of the prophesy, it was a few years back I might add, but I know the gist of it.
"It goes on about the Destroyer, having lost three of his parents and taking shape of the King of the Stars. We at first had suspected Harry, but he didn't have three parents and we didn't know what 'King of the Stars' meant until your Transfiguration class during first term when we found out you had the form of a Nemean Lion. Leo, I believe is the constellation. And lions are the king of beasts they say. Anyways, we still didn't know what the three parents part meant until Sirius passed." Dumbledore had a defeated look in his eyes.
"It goes on entailing what you're going to do. It states that, 'in the green gem color of the Destroyer shall be a suit of armor for his protection. He will hunt the Accursed in black, defeating them, and once defeated.' That means you'll win all the battles except for one, "Dumbledore explained unnecessarily, "and that, 'you will defeat the Dark Snake terrorizing the world in a form that is not even in tales of the old times.'
"Then we come to the part of the Protector. This part goes, 'he will be out shined by the family he holds dearly 'til the time comes of his awakening. There, he will bring renown and treasure to his name. Protected by the bull of mythical proportions, and the ability to swallow fire, shall enable him to protect an entire civilization. His greatest time of need will be protecting the mighty stronghold of the Phoenix and its children, where a new form will become him of even bigger deeds than his first. He is the Destroyer's greatest friend and ally.' This, Mr. Weasely is obviously you." Dumbledore stated. Ron's mouth was hanging open at these revelations.
"Finally, we come to you, Mr. Malfoy. Your part states, 'greatest foe of the Destroyer and the Protector until the coming of the Dark Snake, he shall be forgiven of his deeds. Marked by the Mark, he will represent the opposite of which graces his arm. Being pure after seeing deeds done by the father, he shall loathe what he wanted to become. He will be the Cleric. Bringing a new dawn with him in the world of magic, in all forms he shall be pure, only the touch of virgins will not repulse him. He will bring forth healing into a new light, curing all he touches for he has the Gift. After the deeds are done by the Destroyer, Protector, and Cleric; the three will disappear, leaving there fame and glory behind for the simplest of lives.' Or something like that." Dumbledore finished.
"What did it mean about Malfoy having the Mark?" Ron asked.
"It means I have this," Malfoy spoke for the first time, rolling his left sleeve up, revealing the Dark Mark, and confirming Ron's fears.
"So, you're a Death Eater then," Ron said with malice.
"Don't you listen, Weasley?" Malfoy retorted. Ron focused for a few seconds before he remembered.
"What deeds did you see your father do?" he questioned.
"Seeing as we're supposed to save the world together, I suppose it won't hurt to tell you. After school got out last year, my father took me to get the Mark, which I didn't object to in the least," Malfoy said with disgust, "we 'celebrated' my joining the ranks by raiding a muggle village. There, I witnessed my father rape a five-year-old boy. After that, I took my mask off and disappeared until school started." He finished. Ron looked at Malfoy pityingly; Harry however just stroked Hermione's head as he had been focusing on the loss of his godfather.
Harry, Ron, and Malfoy looked on as they watched the Hogwarts express roll on out of the station. They had to stay behind at the school. Harry and Malfoy wanted to as they didn't have anywhere to go, and Ron's mother gave the ok. They had to stay behind because as Dumbledore put it, 'You all are powerful in magic, but idiots when it comes to everything else.' Therefore, they had to stay behind for extra tutoring until they could each score an Outstanding in Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, and Charms. Either that or until next term. They also had special lessons with Dumbledore on everything from defense tactics to wooing a girl. It didn't matter, because each was determined to fulfill their part of the Prophesy.
AN: Done with that story. Let me know if you all want me to continue this series. If you didn't like the OWL part, too bad. I read all the books and the boys always had trouble in those subjects, like moving on to different stuff before they even perfected that spell so there you go. Seriously, though let me know if I should continue. Peace