Chapter 7- Blinding Victory
The next day, Harry woke up at noon. Helena, Hermione and Ron were already there. - Good morning, sleeping beauty! Helena said smiling. Harry smiled back. He felt strangely empty. - Hello... he whispered. - How are you today? - Well... I don't know... like a deflated balloon. They laughed. Harry felt Helena holding his hand and a strange happiness filled him back. He started to laugh madly. The others stared at him for a moment and the joined him in laughter. Madam Pomfrey appeared and, to their surprise, didn't kick them out. She just smiled and said: - Good! A good laugh is the best therapy sometimes! They talked all afternoon until it started getting darker outside. Then Ron said: - Hermione, Helena, may I have a private word with Harry? The girls smiled wickedly and then went away, giggling. - Harry... Thanks for helping me the other night... - Helping you? - Yes, well...You know... Fight that thing... - Oh, that! Don't mention it... You would have ripped me apart if I wouldn't have done it... Ron smiled and then said: - Last evening I asked Hermione to be my girl... - Really? And what did she say? - Nothing... She just jumped and hugged me... And then... Ron blushed. - And then... - And the we kissed... - I'm so happy for you, Ron! That's great! -Yeah...well... T'was about time... They laughed. Life was back to normal. Soon, school started again. And so did the team-practice. The match against Ravenclaw was near, and Fred and George wanted to be sure they win. Unfortunately, Harry announced that he wouldn't perform the Wronski Feint on Cho... Helena shot him a murderous look but was fortunately smart enough to understand that she meant more to Harry than Cho... Saturday evening, one week before the game, Harry was sitting with Ron in he Great Hall waiting for the girls to arrive. Hermione appeared soon, with a great book under her arm. - What's that? asked Ron. - This is what we have been looking for. - What do you mean? - Look. Hermione opened the book at page 1253. And there, she showed them a short article: The Order of the Phoenix- Secret society of wizards. No further Info available. - Well? Hermione asked. - Well, what? That doesn't help much... Thanks anyway... Hermione frowned. She looked at Harry and Ron for a moment and then realized they were right. The week before the match passed quickly. Helena had invented a new charm, that was probably going to be very useful and all the team was looking forward to the game. Saturday, the day of the game arrived, and Harry woke up early as usual. He scanned the surroundings with his mind. He liked doing that. He felt a few Gryffindors down in the common room. He got dressed and then he went down to see who it was. He found Fred and George discussing tactics for the game. - Hey, guys! Harry said. - Oh, hi Harry! Ready for the big game? - Sure! Soon, Ron, Helena and Hermione arrived, and they all went down to breakfast. Gryffindor table was almost empty, and so was Ravenclaw except for a tiny, pale figure Harry recognized immediately. It was Cho. Their eyes met and she smiled at him. Harry sat down at the table wondering: "Why is she so pale?" And the he grinned evilly. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Soon, Cho's mind came into focus. And Harry realized, she was afraid of the Wronski Feint and of loosing the game. For a moment he thought and then he slowly removed the fear from Cho's mind, making her concentrate on how handsome that John Blackthorne of Hufflepuff was. After breakfast, Harry went over to Cho and wished her luck. And then he headed for the Quidditch field feeling ready for whatever was to come. The Gryffindors changed in silence. They could hear the crowd filling the pitch. Soon, they were ready. One after the other, the Gryffindor Quidditch team members, exited their tent accompanied by the roar of the crowd. - And here they are! Lee Jordan bellowed. The Gryffindor Quidditch team... followed closely by the Ravenclaws! Indeed, at the other end of the field, the Ravenclaws had emerged. - And here's out referee, Professor Alastor Moody! The team-captains shake hands and there goes the Snitch, followed closely by the two Bludgers...and the two teams! Helena Toda has the Quaffle! Passes skillfully to Colin Creevy, Sandra Jones, Helena Toda and...Gryffindor SCORES!!! The Quaffle is quickly passed by the Ravenclaw keeper to Anna Priest, a Ravenclaw 6th year, rather good looking, don't you think...Ouch! What? - Stick to the game, Jordan! - Ok, professor...and there goes Anna, wanna meet me tonight.... Yes, as I was saying, passes to Chris Wolf, who...SCORES!!! The score is now 10-10! Harry was circling high above the ground, closely followed by Cho. The match continued for about half an hour. Harry caught a glimpse of the Snitch once but it disappeared before he could reach it. The score was now 80-70 for Gryffindor. And then he felt it. The Snitch was hovering near one of the Gryffindor goal posts. Harry turned around. He saw Helena near the Snitch, and Cho approaching it rapidly. It was time for the scheme they had practiced. Harry closed his eyes and, guided by his mind, accelerated towards the Snitch. The same moment, Helena raised her hands and shouted: - Lumos Solaris!!! A blinding flash of light filled the stadium. All the players began to drift randomly in the air. Anna Priest almost fell off her broom, but was helped by Fred and George who had looked away. And by the time everyone recovered their sight, Harry had caught the Snitch and was slowly descending towards the grass of the field. Helena and the other Gryffindors followed him shortly and they all hugged. - Incredible tactics! The referee is now having a little chat with Helena Toda and it seems... Moody came up and whispered something to Jordan's ear. - And the referee informs me that... GRYFFINDOR WINS!!! 230-70... The rest of Jordan's words were swallowed by the roar of the crowd. The Gryffindors flooded the field to congratulate the team. Round ten, the party was still going on. Fred and George had provided immense amounts of food and "The Griffins", Gryffindor's band, was singing for their first time in front of an audience. Harry was engaged in a discussion with Colin when someone touched his shoulder. He turned around and saw Helena. She approached his ear and whispered: - Let's go outside... Harry smiled and answered: - Sure...Just let me get my cloak. He went up to his dormitory and grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and then, hidden under it, he descended to the Common room. There he found Helena standing near the door. - I'm here... he whispered. Helena opened the door and exited followed by Harry. As soon as they were out, Harry put his arm around Helena's shoulder hiding her under the cloak. They walked through the corridors of the castle and soon, they reached the exit. The moonlight was shining beautifully over the large space in front of the castle. At the left, the road to Hogsmeade was guarded by a few Aurors. Near it, the lake was like a big, black hole and to the right the other, small road to Hogsmeade was visible. In front of them, the Forbidden Forest was moaning like a big, wounded animal. Harry and Helena started to walk towards the Quidditch field. And then, they heard the entrance door creak. They both froze. Someone had come after them. Harry slowly turned around and saw the only one who could make the matter worse than it seemed. Snape. Of course he couldn't see them, but with Snape...you never knew. Fortunately, Snape didn't seem interested in them. He turned towards the Forbidden Forest and started walking. Harry and Helena didn't move for a moment and then Harry whispered: - I'm going after him! You stay here. - Harry! No! - I'll take the Cloak, don't worry! You just stay in the shadows. - Harry, please! Don't you see he's going into the Forest? - I've been twice into the Forest...I'll be ok! - No...Harry...wait!!! But it was too late. Harry was already running after Snape. Soon, they both entered the Forest. Harry followed Snape for about half an hour and then, finally, they reached a small clearing. Harry froze again. A gigantic fire was roaring in the middle of it. And gigantic shapes were seated around the fire. Giants. Snape said: - Anything? - Nothing sir! a Giant growled. It's a quiet night... - Mars is bright, though... someone said behind Harry making him jump. He quickly moved out of the way, as Firenze approached Snape. - It's a sign that a battle will come. Maybe two... - Yes...it sure seems so... "A battle? What battle?" Harry asked himself. - Ok, I have to go now... Snape said, wiping a little sweat drop from his forehead. - I wish you luck, Severus. Firenze answered. - Thanks, I'll need it... And then he disapparated with a faint pop. - Brave man... Firenze sighed. - Indeed, a giant answered... Harry turned around and started to walk towards the castle. He couldn't think of anything except the moment Voldemort had tortured Snape in his dream. So Snape wasn't the one who had tried to kill him... Again he had been wrong about him. Harry passed a small clearing when, somehow, he felt someone there. He approached the clearing slowly and a familiar voice made him freeze for the third time. - Ok, this is our man, wizard! said the High Priest. Are you sure you can handle it? - Definitely! I have done this for the past 12 month... before they caught me... - Ok, then... are you ready? - Yeah! Harry didn't recognize the second voice. He slowly approached the clearing. And there, gathered around a cauldron he recognized the High Priest, Crouch and Mariko Murasama. For a moment he was rooted to the ground. And then he realized he had to run. He turned around but he tripped over a root and fell to the ground, the cloak slipping off his head. He quickly rose to his feet but didn't have time to run away. He only heard Crouch shout: "Stupefy!" and then darkness surrounded him. - Enervate! Harry's eyes snapped open. He was bound to a tree. In front of him, Crouch was grinning displaying his yellow teeth. The High Priest was standing behind him with a look of disgust on his face. Mariko was near him. - Good evening, Harry. Crouch said, sending a wave of some putrid smell towards him. Harry couldn't speak. - Well, I see you haven't changed! Still stupid...still careless... - Did he insult you, wizard? the High Priest asked disgusted. - What? Stay out of this, will you? This is a matter between me and Harry! - Ok, but hurry up, we have to go. Crouch turned back to face Harry. - Well, I guess you wonder why I'm still alive? Harry didn't answer. - You know, Harry, Dementors are interesting creatures. When they perform the Kiss, they absorb the soul of the "target"...and keep it to themselves. The "target" can still feel. They still posses the emotions and the thoughts, and the Dementor can still feed upon them. It's worse than being dead. It's like being imprisoned into a tiny, black and cold place with no control over yourself... Harry saw the madness in Crouch's eyes. An evil grin contorted his face: - You did that to me, Harry! I had to spend three month into the dark, cold mind of a Dementor! But now I have you, Harry! And I will get Fudge too, don't worry! He laughed, but it was an unnatural laugh, hungry, like a wolf's howl. Harry felt something cold running down his backbone. - And then the Dark Lord came. You know Harry, when you kill a Dementor, he releases all the souls he had imprisoned. And if the body is somewhere close, the soul can return to it... The Dark Lord made sure that my body was in the vicinity of the Dementor when he killed it... He laughed madly and then he continued: - Oh! I forgot to present you our friend here, the High Priest! He is here especially for you, Harry! You would be surprised how many people want you dead! Harry looked at the High Priest. - Potter. The "Homo Cerebelum"... HA! I spit on you! And so he did. At Harry's feet. Harry looked him in the eyes and said, calmly: - Did I spit on you? - Don't you dare turn my own words against me! You disgust me! - Sorry... Harry answered sarcastically... But who are you again? - I am Haruna Yoshimoto, High Priest of the Order of Ki. - Never heard of it... - Few did... and they died soon afterwards. Crouch raised his wand and muttered something. The ropes binding Harry to the tree disappeared but the one's around his wrist remained. - You know...It's not going to be that hard to kill you...we might as well have some fun before we do it! Crouch said and then he raised his wand again. Crucio! Excruciating pain shot through Harry. He was lifted into the air by the spell and started twisting madly under the influence of the spell. When he felt he was going to faint, Crouch lowered his wand: - Your turn, Priest! The High Priest grinned evilly and then raised his hands. A white fire started beneath Harry. He screamed. The pain was almost as great as the one inflicted by the Cruciatus curse. Harry felt like his whole body was a great wound that was being burned. 10 minutes of agony passed like an eternity and then the High Priest stopped, laughing. Harry moaned. And then Mariko advanced towards him. She smiled evilly and then raised her hand. Helena heard the screams from the distance. She broke into a run. Soon she reached the clearing. What she saw made her stomach curl. Harry was lying on the ground, bleeding and almost unconscious. She had waited for him for about three hours and then she came to look for him. And now that she had found him, she wished she would have called someone. Harry stopped screaming as Crouch lowered his wand again. For the past two hours they had tortured him in every possible way. He was surprised that he was still alive. And then he felt her. Helena was close. "No, don't come! Don't!!!" But he was too weak to concentrate. And, unfortunately, the others had noticed her too. Harry heard Crouch stun her and then the High Priest asked: - What should we do to her? - Don't know... Isn't she one of your students? - Yes, but she was always "noble"! I never succeeded to condition her. - Well then, I will exercise the Avada Kedavra upon her... He laughed madly. "No..." Harry thought. He couldn't let that happen. Crouch slowly lifted his wand. Harry started squirming on the ground. The High Priest was watching him amused. - Avada... Crouch said, and the same moment, his wand flew into the bushes. In a second, Harry was on his feet. Only rage was left in him and it seemed to guide his actions. The ropes tying his hands disappeared. For a moment he felt like killing. And then calm swept over him. He saw Helena rise. She smiled at him and he understood. - What happened, wizard? Do you usually throw your wand away like that? growled the High Priest. Crouch didn't answer. He was pale and his lips were white. He pointed a shaky finger towards Harry. The High Pries eyed him suspiciously. And then Harry said: - Sleep... and he raised his hand. Crouch suddenly took off from the ground and was smashed to a tree. The High Priest and Mariko stared at Harry. - Don't worry, he's not dead... and neither will you...said Harry raising his hand again. And then the High Priest's head smashed into Mariko's with a sickening crunch and they both collapsed. Helena slowly advanced towards Harry. She reached him in time to catch him, as he collapsed.
The next day, Harry woke up at noon. Helena, Hermione and Ron were already there. - Good morning, sleeping beauty! Helena said smiling. Harry smiled back. He felt strangely empty. - Hello... he whispered. - How are you today? - Well... I don't know... like a deflated balloon. They laughed. Harry felt Helena holding his hand and a strange happiness filled him back. He started to laugh madly. The others stared at him for a moment and the joined him in laughter. Madam Pomfrey appeared and, to their surprise, didn't kick them out. She just smiled and said: - Good! A good laugh is the best therapy sometimes! They talked all afternoon until it started getting darker outside. Then Ron said: - Hermione, Helena, may I have a private word with Harry? The girls smiled wickedly and then went away, giggling. - Harry... Thanks for helping me the other night... - Helping you? - Yes, well...You know... Fight that thing... - Oh, that! Don't mention it... You would have ripped me apart if I wouldn't have done it... Ron smiled and then said: - Last evening I asked Hermione to be my girl... - Really? And what did she say? - Nothing... She just jumped and hugged me... And then... Ron blushed. - And then... - And the we kissed... - I'm so happy for you, Ron! That's great! -Yeah...well... T'was about time... They laughed. Life was back to normal. Soon, school started again. And so did the team-practice. The match against Ravenclaw was near, and Fred and George wanted to be sure they win. Unfortunately, Harry announced that he wouldn't perform the Wronski Feint on Cho... Helena shot him a murderous look but was fortunately smart enough to understand that she meant more to Harry than Cho... Saturday evening, one week before the game, Harry was sitting with Ron in he Great Hall waiting for the girls to arrive. Hermione appeared soon, with a great book under her arm. - What's that? asked Ron. - This is what we have been looking for. - What do you mean? - Look. Hermione opened the book at page 1253. And there, she showed them a short article: The Order of the Phoenix- Secret society of wizards. No further Info available. - Well? Hermione asked. - Well, what? That doesn't help much... Thanks anyway... Hermione frowned. She looked at Harry and Ron for a moment and then realized they were right. The week before the match passed quickly. Helena had invented a new charm, that was probably going to be very useful and all the team was looking forward to the game. Saturday, the day of the game arrived, and Harry woke up early as usual. He scanned the surroundings with his mind. He liked doing that. He felt a few Gryffindors down in the common room. He got dressed and then he went down to see who it was. He found Fred and George discussing tactics for the game. - Hey, guys! Harry said. - Oh, hi Harry! Ready for the big game? - Sure! Soon, Ron, Helena and Hermione arrived, and they all went down to breakfast. Gryffindor table was almost empty, and so was Ravenclaw except for a tiny, pale figure Harry recognized immediately. It was Cho. Their eyes met and she smiled at him. Harry sat down at the table wondering: "Why is she so pale?" And the he grinned evilly. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Soon, Cho's mind came into focus. And Harry realized, she was afraid of the Wronski Feint and of loosing the game. For a moment he thought and then he slowly removed the fear from Cho's mind, making her concentrate on how handsome that John Blackthorne of Hufflepuff was. After breakfast, Harry went over to Cho and wished her luck. And then he headed for the Quidditch field feeling ready for whatever was to come. The Gryffindors changed in silence. They could hear the crowd filling the pitch. Soon, they were ready. One after the other, the Gryffindor Quidditch team members, exited their tent accompanied by the roar of the crowd. - And here they are! Lee Jordan bellowed. The Gryffindor Quidditch team... followed closely by the Ravenclaws! Indeed, at the other end of the field, the Ravenclaws had emerged. - And here's out referee, Professor Alastor Moody! The team-captains shake hands and there goes the Snitch, followed closely by the two Bludgers...and the two teams! Helena Toda has the Quaffle! Passes skillfully to Colin Creevy, Sandra Jones, Helena Toda and...Gryffindor SCORES!!! The Quaffle is quickly passed by the Ravenclaw keeper to Anna Priest, a Ravenclaw 6th year, rather good looking, don't you think...Ouch! What? - Stick to the game, Jordan! - Ok, professor...and there goes Anna, wanna meet me tonight.... Yes, as I was saying, passes to Chris Wolf, who...SCORES!!! The score is now 10-10! Harry was circling high above the ground, closely followed by Cho. The match continued for about half an hour. Harry caught a glimpse of the Snitch once but it disappeared before he could reach it. The score was now 80-70 for Gryffindor. And then he felt it. The Snitch was hovering near one of the Gryffindor goal posts. Harry turned around. He saw Helena near the Snitch, and Cho approaching it rapidly. It was time for the scheme they had practiced. Harry closed his eyes and, guided by his mind, accelerated towards the Snitch. The same moment, Helena raised her hands and shouted: - Lumos Solaris!!! A blinding flash of light filled the stadium. All the players began to drift randomly in the air. Anna Priest almost fell off her broom, but was helped by Fred and George who had looked away. And by the time everyone recovered their sight, Harry had caught the Snitch and was slowly descending towards the grass of the field. Helena and the other Gryffindors followed him shortly and they all hugged. - Incredible tactics! The referee is now having a little chat with Helena Toda and it seems... Moody came up and whispered something to Jordan's ear. - And the referee informs me that... GRYFFINDOR WINS!!! 230-70... The rest of Jordan's words were swallowed by the roar of the crowd. The Gryffindors flooded the field to congratulate the team. Round ten, the party was still going on. Fred and George had provided immense amounts of food and "The Griffins", Gryffindor's band, was singing for their first time in front of an audience. Harry was engaged in a discussion with Colin when someone touched his shoulder. He turned around and saw Helena. She approached his ear and whispered: - Let's go outside... Harry smiled and answered: - Sure...Just let me get my cloak. He went up to his dormitory and grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and then, hidden under it, he descended to the Common room. There he found Helena standing near the door. - I'm here... he whispered. Helena opened the door and exited followed by Harry. As soon as they were out, Harry put his arm around Helena's shoulder hiding her under the cloak. They walked through the corridors of the castle and soon, they reached the exit. The moonlight was shining beautifully over the large space in front of the castle. At the left, the road to Hogsmeade was guarded by a few Aurors. Near it, the lake was like a big, black hole and to the right the other, small road to Hogsmeade was visible. In front of them, the Forbidden Forest was moaning like a big, wounded animal. Harry and Helena started to walk towards the Quidditch field. And then, they heard the entrance door creak. They both froze. Someone had come after them. Harry slowly turned around and saw the only one who could make the matter worse than it seemed. Snape. Of course he couldn't see them, but with Snape...you never knew. Fortunately, Snape didn't seem interested in them. He turned towards the Forbidden Forest and started walking. Harry and Helena didn't move for a moment and then Harry whispered: - I'm going after him! You stay here. - Harry! No! - I'll take the Cloak, don't worry! You just stay in the shadows. - Harry, please! Don't you see he's going into the Forest? - I've been twice into the Forest...I'll be ok! - No...Harry...wait!!! But it was too late. Harry was already running after Snape. Soon, they both entered the Forest. Harry followed Snape for about half an hour and then, finally, they reached a small clearing. Harry froze again. A gigantic fire was roaring in the middle of it. And gigantic shapes were seated around the fire. Giants. Snape said: - Anything? - Nothing sir! a Giant growled. It's a quiet night... - Mars is bright, though... someone said behind Harry making him jump. He quickly moved out of the way, as Firenze approached Snape. - It's a sign that a battle will come. Maybe two... - Yes...it sure seems so... "A battle? What battle?" Harry asked himself. - Ok, I have to go now... Snape said, wiping a little sweat drop from his forehead. - I wish you luck, Severus. Firenze answered. - Thanks, I'll need it... And then he disapparated with a faint pop. - Brave man... Firenze sighed. - Indeed, a giant answered... Harry turned around and started to walk towards the castle. He couldn't think of anything except the moment Voldemort had tortured Snape in his dream. So Snape wasn't the one who had tried to kill him... Again he had been wrong about him. Harry passed a small clearing when, somehow, he felt someone there. He approached the clearing slowly and a familiar voice made him freeze for the third time. - Ok, this is our man, wizard! said the High Priest. Are you sure you can handle it? - Definitely! I have done this for the past 12 month... before they caught me... - Ok, then... are you ready? - Yeah! Harry didn't recognize the second voice. He slowly approached the clearing. And there, gathered around a cauldron he recognized the High Priest, Crouch and Mariko Murasama. For a moment he was rooted to the ground. And then he realized he had to run. He turned around but he tripped over a root and fell to the ground, the cloak slipping off his head. He quickly rose to his feet but didn't have time to run away. He only heard Crouch shout: "Stupefy!" and then darkness surrounded him. - Enervate! Harry's eyes snapped open. He was bound to a tree. In front of him, Crouch was grinning displaying his yellow teeth. The High Priest was standing behind him with a look of disgust on his face. Mariko was near him. - Good evening, Harry. Crouch said, sending a wave of some putrid smell towards him. Harry couldn't speak. - Well, I see you haven't changed! Still stupid...still careless... - Did he insult you, wizard? the High Priest asked disgusted. - What? Stay out of this, will you? This is a matter between me and Harry! - Ok, but hurry up, we have to go. Crouch turned back to face Harry. - Well, I guess you wonder why I'm still alive? Harry didn't answer. - You know, Harry, Dementors are interesting creatures. When they perform the Kiss, they absorb the soul of the "target"...and keep it to themselves. The "target" can still feel. They still posses the emotions and the thoughts, and the Dementor can still feed upon them. It's worse than being dead. It's like being imprisoned into a tiny, black and cold place with no control over yourself... Harry saw the madness in Crouch's eyes. An evil grin contorted his face: - You did that to me, Harry! I had to spend three month into the dark, cold mind of a Dementor! But now I have you, Harry! And I will get Fudge too, don't worry! He laughed, but it was an unnatural laugh, hungry, like a wolf's howl. Harry felt something cold running down his backbone. - And then the Dark Lord came. You know Harry, when you kill a Dementor, he releases all the souls he had imprisoned. And if the body is somewhere close, the soul can return to it... The Dark Lord made sure that my body was in the vicinity of the Dementor when he killed it... He laughed madly and then he continued: - Oh! I forgot to present you our friend here, the High Priest! He is here especially for you, Harry! You would be surprised how many people want you dead! Harry looked at the High Priest. - Potter. The "Homo Cerebelum"... HA! I spit on you! And so he did. At Harry's feet. Harry looked him in the eyes and said, calmly: - Did I spit on you? - Don't you dare turn my own words against me! You disgust me! - Sorry... Harry answered sarcastically... But who are you again? - I am Haruna Yoshimoto, High Priest of the Order of Ki. - Never heard of it... - Few did... and they died soon afterwards. Crouch raised his wand and muttered something. The ropes binding Harry to the tree disappeared but the one's around his wrist remained. - You know...It's not going to be that hard to kill you...we might as well have some fun before we do it! Crouch said and then he raised his wand again. Crucio! Excruciating pain shot through Harry. He was lifted into the air by the spell and started twisting madly under the influence of the spell. When he felt he was going to faint, Crouch lowered his wand: - Your turn, Priest! The High Priest grinned evilly and then raised his hands. A white fire started beneath Harry. He screamed. The pain was almost as great as the one inflicted by the Cruciatus curse. Harry felt like his whole body was a great wound that was being burned. 10 minutes of agony passed like an eternity and then the High Priest stopped, laughing. Harry moaned. And then Mariko advanced towards him. She smiled evilly and then raised her hand. Helena heard the screams from the distance. She broke into a run. Soon she reached the clearing. What she saw made her stomach curl. Harry was lying on the ground, bleeding and almost unconscious. She had waited for him for about three hours and then she came to look for him. And now that she had found him, she wished she would have called someone. Harry stopped screaming as Crouch lowered his wand again. For the past two hours they had tortured him in every possible way. He was surprised that he was still alive. And then he felt her. Helena was close. "No, don't come! Don't!!!" But he was too weak to concentrate. And, unfortunately, the others had noticed her too. Harry heard Crouch stun her and then the High Priest asked: - What should we do to her? - Don't know... Isn't she one of your students? - Yes, but she was always "noble"! I never succeeded to condition her. - Well then, I will exercise the Avada Kedavra upon her... He laughed madly. "No..." Harry thought. He couldn't let that happen. Crouch slowly lifted his wand. Harry started squirming on the ground. The High Priest was watching him amused. - Avada... Crouch said, and the same moment, his wand flew into the bushes. In a second, Harry was on his feet. Only rage was left in him and it seemed to guide his actions. The ropes tying his hands disappeared. For a moment he felt like killing. And then calm swept over him. He saw Helena rise. She smiled at him and he understood. - What happened, wizard? Do you usually throw your wand away like that? growled the High Priest. Crouch didn't answer. He was pale and his lips were white. He pointed a shaky finger towards Harry. The High Pries eyed him suspiciously. And then Harry said: - Sleep... and he raised his hand. Crouch suddenly took off from the ground and was smashed to a tree. The High Priest and Mariko stared at Harry. - Don't worry, he's not dead... and neither will you...said Harry raising his hand again. And then the High Priest's head smashed into Mariko's with a sickening crunch and they both collapsed. Helena slowly advanced towards Harry. She reached him in time to catch him, as he collapsed.