CHAPTER THREE- THE HUNGER OF THE DEMENTORS
The darkness that surrounded the castle began to spread through the battle field. Meanwhile, Harry had been forming ways to kill dementors in his head. Next to him, Dumbledore was sucking on a lemon drop while watching the castle. There was an empty silence around the castle, and it seemed that every wizard was in deep concentration. The castle was eerily silent and Harry couldn't help but wonder why the dementors were waiting for so long.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom as the dementors made their first attempt at breaking down the door that held them inside the ruined fortress. Harry hastily drew his wand from his pocket and by looking around saw that the other wizards had done the same.
Boom! The dementors made another attempt at freeing themselves. The wizards that had not drawn their wands did so. Harry felt a hand grip his shoulder and pull him back from the front line. The man who had taken him here looked at him thoughtfully, "No, not yet. You're our back up, understand?"
Harry nodded and stepped to the side so the man could take his spot. Lupin looked at him sadly and whispered, "For Sirius." Harry stared at him in puzzlement, what did he mean? Sirius had nothing to do with what was happening now. So why had Lupin mentioned him.
Clouds began to form in the sky, and Harry wondered if it was going to rain. Looking to the platform next to his, Harry could recognize a few of the wizards as workers for the Ministry of Magic. The clouds grew thicker and darkened to a dark grey. Boom! Boom! Boom! The bangs were becoming more frequent, and Harry knew it was only a matter of time before the dementors would escape.
Dumbledore looked back at Harry, his kind eyes examining him. "It is almost time," he said to himself in a weak voice. He turned back to Azkaban, and pointed his wand at the door. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The door was beginning to rattle and shake as it was hit. Boom! Boom! Boom! The door began to splinter. Wizards around the castle began to cringe in fear.
Harry looked at the sky, the nearly black clouds and the darkness of the dementors made it seem like it was nighttime. The bangs ceased for a moment and then, the door finally splintered to bits. Dumbledore flicked his wand and roared, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!"
An enormous jet of blinding white light shot out of the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and continuously blasted the dementors back into the prison. Dumbledore's eyes were dead set and serious. Harry watched in awe as Dumbledore's patronus morphed into a gargantuan phoenix and sped at the weakened dementors. Quickly nearly half of the wizards on the platform launched their patronus' at the castle and suddenly the sky was flooded with blinding light. Everything from elephants to ants were storming at the dementors and Harry could see that the first group of dementors were about to fall apart when the castle suddenly disappeared in an explosion that rocked the platform on which Harry was standing.
Harry watched motionlessly as wizards began to fall off of their respective platforms, knocked off by the movement of their platforms. Dementors began to spew out of the crater, in which the prison of Azkaban had once stood, endlessly. It's starting, Harry thought to himself as he saw the first line of dementors and wizards colliding with each other. Lupin was sending wisps of white vapor at the dementor uselessly. Harry could tell that Lupin was losing his consciousness quickly and that in a moment it was his turn for some action.
Lupin fell over slowly as if in slow motion, and in an instant both he and the dementor were spiraling downwards into the icy waters of the ocean. Lupin had grabbed onto the dementors dark and torn robes and taken it down with him. Now it was Harry's turn for battle. The dementor came at him quickly, and Harry barely had time to whisper, "Expecto Patronum."
To Harry's surprise, a large stag charged at the dementor, impaling it on its antlers. To his left Mundungus Fletcher teetered dangerously on the platforms edge as a dementor crashed into him, knocking onto his back. It tore its hood back, revealing a rotting human face with no eyes and a venomous looking mouth. The head moved forward into Mundungus' face and ripped the front of his face completely off. Suddenly the dementor fell forward uselessly as Bill Weasly held his wand at its head.
Bill's hair wasn't in its usual ponytail but was flying freely in his eyes, "Hello Harry, how are you?"
Harry had no time to respond as another dementor had flown at him. Sending a patronus at the demon, he spun around and blasted another dementor in the back. "This is getting annoying," he called to Bill as he ducked a stray duck patronus.
Another explosion rocked the area and Harry felt the platform under him suddenly disappear. No, it hadn't disappeared; he had fallen off of it. He was falling towards the ground at a dangerous speed, and using his Seeker agility, Harry changed his momentum as to hit the water instead of the ground.
He hit the water amazingly fast and the next thing he knew, he was underwater desperate for air. Water flooded his lungs and Harry saw the dead bodies of other wizards underwater. He couldn't tell how deep down he was but he started swimming towards the light ignoring the aches all over his body. His vision began to darken and he started to feel light headed. Still, he was going up. Up to the light. His mind began to fade to darkness, but Harry knew that he was almost there. Then, he could breath again.
Splash! Harry broke through the surface. His lungs were on fire and his limbs were going numbed, but he could breath and that was what mattered. There was chaos all around him. Wizards were dropping, like flies, into the water. Quickly, Harry crawled onto the shore where he lay motionless until when he opened his eyes, he found that he was being circled by dementors. They all had their hoods down, revealing their ghastly faces. Harry stared at them in horror, his glasses were smashes and useless to him now.
His happiness was disappearing. Harry lifted his hand slowly, unaware that his wand was not in it. He knew that this was not how he died. Rejuvenated, he focused on the fact that Sirius was alive and screamed at the top of his lungs, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!"
Everything was engulfed in light the dementors around his had been vaporized, and the ground below his disappeared in a shockwave of pure, raw energy. Harry's vision started to blur, and he plunged into the icy clutches of the sea. He felt his glasses drift from his face and his mind drifted into peaceful darkness, with him looking up through the surface waters. This is not how I die. I die fighting Voldemort, he thought darkly to himself, though he did not understand himself.
Slowly a face drifted into his mind. Was it Sirius? The head started to talk to him, "Fight, Harry, fight. You've got to survive!" Slowly the head too drifted away, and Harry gave one last strong kick of his legs. Then he finally remembered no more.
Suddenly, a man was screaming. The room in which he was kept was dark, but something was killing him. Soon, the man thought to himself, soon. It drifted to darkness once again.
Voldemort was lying on a bed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Green blood was pouring from hi s mouth and nose. The sickness had finally gotten to his body. Yet still he was mesmerized, and captivated by it. He realized then, that he would soon need the Alchemist's Cell.
The darkness that surrounded the castle began to spread through the battle field. Meanwhile, Harry had been forming ways to kill dementors in his head. Next to him, Dumbledore was sucking on a lemon drop while watching the castle. There was an empty silence around the castle, and it seemed that every wizard was in deep concentration. The castle was eerily silent and Harry couldn't help but wonder why the dementors were waiting for so long.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom as the dementors made their first attempt at breaking down the door that held them inside the ruined fortress. Harry hastily drew his wand from his pocket and by looking around saw that the other wizards had done the same.
Boom! The dementors made another attempt at freeing themselves. The wizards that had not drawn their wands did so. Harry felt a hand grip his shoulder and pull him back from the front line. The man who had taken him here looked at him thoughtfully, "No, not yet. You're our back up, understand?"
Harry nodded and stepped to the side so the man could take his spot. Lupin looked at him sadly and whispered, "For Sirius." Harry stared at him in puzzlement, what did he mean? Sirius had nothing to do with what was happening now. So why had Lupin mentioned him.
Clouds began to form in the sky, and Harry wondered if it was going to rain. Looking to the platform next to his, Harry could recognize a few of the wizards as workers for the Ministry of Magic. The clouds grew thicker and darkened to a dark grey. Boom! Boom! Boom! The bangs were becoming more frequent, and Harry knew it was only a matter of time before the dementors would escape.
Dumbledore looked back at Harry, his kind eyes examining him. "It is almost time," he said to himself in a weak voice. He turned back to Azkaban, and pointed his wand at the door. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The door was beginning to rattle and shake as it was hit. Boom! Boom! Boom! The door began to splinter. Wizards around the castle began to cringe in fear.
Harry looked at the sky, the nearly black clouds and the darkness of the dementors made it seem like it was nighttime. The bangs ceased for a moment and then, the door finally splintered to bits. Dumbledore flicked his wand and roared, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!"
An enormous jet of blinding white light shot out of the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and continuously blasted the dementors back into the prison. Dumbledore's eyes were dead set and serious. Harry watched in awe as Dumbledore's patronus morphed into a gargantuan phoenix and sped at the weakened dementors. Quickly nearly half of the wizards on the platform launched their patronus' at the castle and suddenly the sky was flooded with blinding light. Everything from elephants to ants were storming at the dementors and Harry could see that the first group of dementors were about to fall apart when the castle suddenly disappeared in an explosion that rocked the platform on which Harry was standing.
Harry watched motionlessly as wizards began to fall off of their respective platforms, knocked off by the movement of their platforms. Dementors began to spew out of the crater, in which the prison of Azkaban had once stood, endlessly. It's starting, Harry thought to himself as he saw the first line of dementors and wizards colliding with each other. Lupin was sending wisps of white vapor at the dementor uselessly. Harry could tell that Lupin was losing his consciousness quickly and that in a moment it was his turn for some action.
Lupin fell over slowly as if in slow motion, and in an instant both he and the dementor were spiraling downwards into the icy waters of the ocean. Lupin had grabbed onto the dementors dark and torn robes and taken it down with him. Now it was Harry's turn for battle. The dementor came at him quickly, and Harry barely had time to whisper, "Expecto Patronum."
To Harry's surprise, a large stag charged at the dementor, impaling it on its antlers. To his left Mundungus Fletcher teetered dangerously on the platforms edge as a dementor crashed into him, knocking onto his back. It tore its hood back, revealing a rotting human face with no eyes and a venomous looking mouth. The head moved forward into Mundungus' face and ripped the front of his face completely off. Suddenly the dementor fell forward uselessly as Bill Weasly held his wand at its head.
Bill's hair wasn't in its usual ponytail but was flying freely in his eyes, "Hello Harry, how are you?"
Harry had no time to respond as another dementor had flown at him. Sending a patronus at the demon, he spun around and blasted another dementor in the back. "This is getting annoying," he called to Bill as he ducked a stray duck patronus.
Another explosion rocked the area and Harry felt the platform under him suddenly disappear. No, it hadn't disappeared; he had fallen off of it. He was falling towards the ground at a dangerous speed, and using his Seeker agility, Harry changed his momentum as to hit the water instead of the ground.
He hit the water amazingly fast and the next thing he knew, he was underwater desperate for air. Water flooded his lungs and Harry saw the dead bodies of other wizards underwater. He couldn't tell how deep down he was but he started swimming towards the light ignoring the aches all over his body. His vision began to darken and he started to feel light headed. Still, he was going up. Up to the light. His mind began to fade to darkness, but Harry knew that he was almost there. Then, he could breath again.
Splash! Harry broke through the surface. His lungs were on fire and his limbs were going numbed, but he could breath and that was what mattered. There was chaos all around him. Wizards were dropping, like flies, into the water. Quickly, Harry crawled onto the shore where he lay motionless until when he opened his eyes, he found that he was being circled by dementors. They all had their hoods down, revealing their ghastly faces. Harry stared at them in horror, his glasses were smashes and useless to him now.
His happiness was disappearing. Harry lifted his hand slowly, unaware that his wand was not in it. He knew that this was not how he died. Rejuvenated, he focused on the fact that Sirius was alive and screamed at the top of his lungs, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!"
Everything was engulfed in light the dementors around his had been vaporized, and the ground below his disappeared in a shockwave of pure, raw energy. Harry's vision started to blur, and he plunged into the icy clutches of the sea. He felt his glasses drift from his face and his mind drifted into peaceful darkness, with him looking up through the surface waters. This is not how I die. I die fighting Voldemort, he thought darkly to himself, though he did not understand himself.
Slowly a face drifted into his mind. Was it Sirius? The head started to talk to him, "Fight, Harry, fight. You've got to survive!" Slowly the head too drifted away, and Harry gave one last strong kick of his legs. Then he finally remembered no more.
Suddenly, a man was screaming. The room in which he was kept was dark, but something was killing him. Soon, the man thought to himself, soon. It drifted to darkness once again.
Voldemort was lying on a bed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Green blood was pouring from hi s mouth and nose. The sickness had finally gotten to his body. Yet still he was mesmerized, and captivated by it. He realized then, that he would soon need the Alchemist's Cell.