A/N: Thank God! Final Term Examination is over, yippie! Wish me good luck!
I know you'll expect more updates, but I'm glad to say our whole family is going on a trip to Australia! (Glad for me that is.) ^ducking rotten tomatoes and onions flying towards me^ I'll try to make more updates, but it's not going to be a guarantee. However, if the reviews make it to 20, I promise on pain of death to ensure you guyz two more updates, savvy? ^wink wink^. (I love Pirates of the Carribean. I've watched it four times now and I'm still preparing to watch it for another four times.)
And guess which of your favorite authors wrote this chapter?
IMPORTANT: And here's a little explanation for this chapter I failed to tell in the previous chapter. The Deatheaters are fighting here, but old Voldie himself apparated away, and did not engage in the battle. Why? It is because he thinks himself too highly, and engagement in such small battles is not of his worth. Though you are highly welcomed to think that he's just a mean old coward. ^_^
Chapter 12 The Raid II
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" a huge magnificent stag of slivery white substance glided over the grounds and swept every single filthy Dementor in sight off their arse (literally). There it charged, straight and proud fully clad with honour and glory. The sight was so magnificent, so beautiful that every single wizard and witch, both dark and light, stopped dueling, and was collectively gaping at the bright charging figure.
Only one wizard, however, was not staring at the stag, but searching amidst the darkness for a black-haired, green-eyed boy. How many times had he seen that all-too-familiar stag while they roamed the castle, the school ground, and occasionally, the Forbidden Forest? One glance at it, and that was what all he needed. Now he had to find the boy.
There he was, hidden behind some broken walls, still clad in pajamas. He silently crawled over to him. The young wizard also saw him, and crept closer to him.
"Professor Lupin! I didn't mean-" Harry started.
"Shh Harry. Not now. You can explain afterwards. Now is the problem as how to get you back." Remeus told him.
"But professor, I want to fight!" Harry said with determination.
"No, Harry. We cannot afford to lose you or have you injured in a small raid. And anyways, Molly and the children will be worried sick when they've found that you've suddenly disappeared. Not now, Harry. Not today. Your time will come when you have to fight."
While they were conversing, the war resumed behind them.
Tonks was having a grim battle with Bellatrix Lestrange. Their wands were laid forgotten on the floor, while they were having an extremely wild catfight with nails, legs and fists. Both witches were panting, sweating, and had large bruises all over. Tonks, though also bore a few bruises, was looking somewhat smug at the huge black eye she had given to Bellatrix.
Dumbledore, clad in all his glories, his white beard flashing, was taking on three Deatheaters at a time, at the far side of the desolated island. By the looks of it, the three Deatheaters were having a hard time, and was soon Stupefied and bounded with a wave of the wand by Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore went on to pursue three more Deatheaters.
"Expelliarmus!" Kingsley aimed a well-shot curse at a masked wizard. The dark wizard ducked and rolled away from the curse's harm, but surprisingly, towards the dark-skinned Auror. Just as Kingsley was about to land a kick at the Deatheater, the Deatheater suddenly leaped from the ground and feinted a blow towards him, while muttering furiously in his ear, "Work with me!"
Kingsley stood shocked for a second, before a flickered light of understanding passed in his eyes, and he gave the Deatheater before him a subtle nod, and shot a curse at him again. The Deatheater leaped out of harm's way and the curse struck another unfortunate Deatheater right behind him.
The pair worked on like that for another quarter of an hour. Sometimes they were deliberately striking mild spells and curses at each other, which the hitter would always allow the struck wizard enough time to Prior Incantatem the spell. And sometimes, they purposely would miss each other, hitting another fellow Deatheater that was unfortunate enough to stand near them.
Isolated from all the chaos, the pair hidden behind the wall conversed on.
"Professor, I think I have a theory as how I might have gotten here." Harry said.
"Go on." Nodded encouragingly to him.
"Well I was having this very bizarre dream. I'll tell you later the about the whole thing. I only know that I had a very strong desire to arrive here. Suddenly I felt a hook on my navel and I appeared here. During my dream, I subconsciously felt my hand lying on my chest, right where the amulet Professor Moody gave me was." Harry said, while gesturing his hands to his chest.
"I think it was my urge of wanting to arrive here that triggered the amulet and brought me here, Professor."
"Hmm. Interesting theory. But I'm afraid we won't be testing that theory today. It is too dangerous, in case you do manage to transport yourself but to the wrong place, no one will know where to find you. We will test the amulet later, under careful supervision." Remeus said.
"Now I will make a portkey and send you back." He said, gripping his wand.
"What's my dad's animagus form, Professor?" Harry suddenly asked.
Remeus chuckled. "A stag. Good, good. Disturbing as it might be, it is always good to keep under 'constant vigilance' as Moody says. And in these dark times, you will need it."
He grabbed a loose stone of from the ground and muttered, "Portus." The stone glowed for a second, before returning to its normal state.
"Take care, professor." Harry said. He then grabbed the stone from Lupin's outstretched hands and disappeared from the battlegrounds in a whirl of colors.
Remeus stood out from the protection of the walls, and stepped onto the battlefield.
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The light side was winning and the dark side knew this. However, while most Deatheaters were dueling, a few sneaky wizards, which included our mouse friend Wormtail, crept into the cells and unlocked the prisoners inside them. Once they were free, and outside, he mustered as much dignity as possible in his voice, and yelled, " RETREAT!"
A few Aurors noticed this, and quickly shot spells at the escaped prisoners. Some were brought down, but still the most wanted Lucious Malfoy, managed to slip away. Many Deatheaters were captured, and bounded in anti-apparation wards, another smaller handful managed to escape. With numerous ^pops^, they disappeared into the night
Harry appeared in the dining room, just in time to see a frantic Mrs. Weasley running at him, crying in hysterics. Before he had time to react, Harry was enveloped in a tight hug.
"Oh, Harry! How could you do this? Suddenly disappearing from your bed in the middle of the night! We thought you might have been captured! Oh Harry!" Mrs. Weasly sobbed onto his shoulder, "How are you? Oh my, you are freezing cold. And you are still in your night clothes!? Why don't you go take a bath, dear. Dress in something warm, and come downstairs with an explanation." Mrs. Weasly said, failing to make her last sentence sound more like an order.
Harry grinned sheepishly. "Yes, I'm alright, Mrs. Weasley.May I go take a shower now?" he asked, when Mrs, Weasley seemed to have no intention to break away from the hug.
"Hm? Oh yes, dear. Off you go. I'll go prepare some hot chocolate." She said, releasing him, and bustled off into the kitchen.
After taking a nice long bath, he went downstairs cleaned and refreshed. Right on cue, the front door burst open, and in trudged a tired crew of Order members.
"Professor Lupin, Professor Dumbledore! Could I have a moment with you?" Harry said, beckoning a tired sagging Remeus and Dumbledore in his usual jolly yet dignified self, down to the kitchen.
Down at the kitchen, when Harry, Remeus, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were all seated in front of the table, each nursing a cup of steaming hot chocolate, Ron, a bit pale in the face, asked," So Harry, what happened, mate? I was just about to fall asleep when a flash of light woke me up, and I opened my eyes just in time to see you disappear from your bed."
"I-umm-I was transported to Azkaban." Harry said sheepishly.
"Azkaban? That's where the raid was!" Mrs. Weasley said frantically, "Oh you could've gotten hurt, Harry dear."
"It's okay Mrs. Weasley, I'm perfectly fine." Harry assured her.
"Harry." Hermione, who was silent previously, spoke up, " why don't you tell us what happened right from the beginning."
"Alright. I was having this dream, when I suddenly had this urge to go to Azkaban. I think at that time, I laid my hand on this." Harry said, pulling out the present Moody gave him.
"I think it was this thing that transported me to Azkaban. When I got there, I just saw blend of dark and light wizards fighting each other, and I didn't know how I could help. I don't even know why I suddenly desperately wanted to help in the fight. I felt a déjà vu sense of determination. So I did the only thing sensible. I cast a Patronus to fend of the Dementors." Harry said.
"Yes. What a tremor it sent. Everyone stopped in their tracks just to gaze at the magnificent thing Harry cast." Remeus chuckled at the memory.
"But Harry, how could you have cast a Patronus Charm?" Ron suddenly asked.
"Ron, what do you mean? Don't tell me you forgot Harry can cast corporeal Patronus'." Hermione huffed at Ron, looking displeased.
"No, it's not that. It's, well-"Ron said nervously, "you didn't have your wand with you, Harry." And pulled out Harry's piece of magical wooden stick from his pockets.
Muhahaha! Another chapter done, and with a nice little cliffy too. ^smirk^ REVIEWS REVIEWS REVIEWS!
I know you'll expect more updates, but I'm glad to say our whole family is going on a trip to Australia! (Glad for me that is.) ^ducking rotten tomatoes and onions flying towards me^ I'll try to make more updates, but it's not going to be a guarantee. However, if the reviews make it to 20, I promise on pain of death to ensure you guyz two more updates, savvy? ^wink wink^. (I love Pirates of the Carribean. I've watched it four times now and I'm still preparing to watch it for another four times.)
And guess which of your favorite authors wrote this chapter?
IMPORTANT: And here's a little explanation for this chapter I failed to tell in the previous chapter. The Deatheaters are fighting here, but old Voldie himself apparated away, and did not engage in the battle. Why? It is because he thinks himself too highly, and engagement in such small battles is not of his worth. Though you are highly welcomed to think that he's just a mean old coward. ^_^
Chapter 12 The Raid II
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" a huge magnificent stag of slivery white substance glided over the grounds and swept every single filthy Dementor in sight off their arse (literally). There it charged, straight and proud fully clad with honour and glory. The sight was so magnificent, so beautiful that every single wizard and witch, both dark and light, stopped dueling, and was collectively gaping at the bright charging figure.
Only one wizard, however, was not staring at the stag, but searching amidst the darkness for a black-haired, green-eyed boy. How many times had he seen that all-too-familiar stag while they roamed the castle, the school ground, and occasionally, the Forbidden Forest? One glance at it, and that was what all he needed. Now he had to find the boy.
There he was, hidden behind some broken walls, still clad in pajamas. He silently crawled over to him. The young wizard also saw him, and crept closer to him.
"Professor Lupin! I didn't mean-" Harry started.
"Shh Harry. Not now. You can explain afterwards. Now is the problem as how to get you back." Remeus told him.
"But professor, I want to fight!" Harry said with determination.
"No, Harry. We cannot afford to lose you or have you injured in a small raid. And anyways, Molly and the children will be worried sick when they've found that you've suddenly disappeared. Not now, Harry. Not today. Your time will come when you have to fight."
While they were conversing, the war resumed behind them.
Tonks was having a grim battle with Bellatrix Lestrange. Their wands were laid forgotten on the floor, while they were having an extremely wild catfight with nails, legs and fists. Both witches were panting, sweating, and had large bruises all over. Tonks, though also bore a few bruises, was looking somewhat smug at the huge black eye she had given to Bellatrix.
Dumbledore, clad in all his glories, his white beard flashing, was taking on three Deatheaters at a time, at the far side of the desolated island. By the looks of it, the three Deatheaters were having a hard time, and was soon Stupefied and bounded with a wave of the wand by Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore went on to pursue three more Deatheaters.
"Expelliarmus!" Kingsley aimed a well-shot curse at a masked wizard. The dark wizard ducked and rolled away from the curse's harm, but surprisingly, towards the dark-skinned Auror. Just as Kingsley was about to land a kick at the Deatheater, the Deatheater suddenly leaped from the ground and feinted a blow towards him, while muttering furiously in his ear, "Work with me!"
Kingsley stood shocked for a second, before a flickered light of understanding passed in his eyes, and he gave the Deatheater before him a subtle nod, and shot a curse at him again. The Deatheater leaped out of harm's way and the curse struck another unfortunate Deatheater right behind him.
The pair worked on like that for another quarter of an hour. Sometimes they were deliberately striking mild spells and curses at each other, which the hitter would always allow the struck wizard enough time to Prior Incantatem the spell. And sometimes, they purposely would miss each other, hitting another fellow Deatheater that was unfortunate enough to stand near them.
Isolated from all the chaos, the pair hidden behind the wall conversed on.
"Professor, I think I have a theory as how I might have gotten here." Harry said.
"Go on." Nodded encouragingly to him.
"Well I was having this very bizarre dream. I'll tell you later the about the whole thing. I only know that I had a very strong desire to arrive here. Suddenly I felt a hook on my navel and I appeared here. During my dream, I subconsciously felt my hand lying on my chest, right where the amulet Professor Moody gave me was." Harry said, while gesturing his hands to his chest.
"I think it was my urge of wanting to arrive here that triggered the amulet and brought me here, Professor."
"Hmm. Interesting theory. But I'm afraid we won't be testing that theory today. It is too dangerous, in case you do manage to transport yourself but to the wrong place, no one will know where to find you. We will test the amulet later, under careful supervision." Remeus said.
"Now I will make a portkey and send you back." He said, gripping his wand.
"What's my dad's animagus form, Professor?" Harry suddenly asked.
Remeus chuckled. "A stag. Good, good. Disturbing as it might be, it is always good to keep under 'constant vigilance' as Moody says. And in these dark times, you will need it."
He grabbed a loose stone of from the ground and muttered, "Portus." The stone glowed for a second, before returning to its normal state.
"Take care, professor." Harry said. He then grabbed the stone from Lupin's outstretched hands and disappeared from the battlegrounds in a whirl of colors.
Remeus stood out from the protection of the walls, and stepped onto the battlefield.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The light side was winning and the dark side knew this. However, while most Deatheaters were dueling, a few sneaky wizards, which included our mouse friend Wormtail, crept into the cells and unlocked the prisoners inside them. Once they were free, and outside, he mustered as much dignity as possible in his voice, and yelled, " RETREAT!"
A few Aurors noticed this, and quickly shot spells at the escaped prisoners. Some were brought down, but still the most wanted Lucious Malfoy, managed to slip away. Many Deatheaters were captured, and bounded in anti-apparation wards, another smaller handful managed to escape. With numerous ^pops^, they disappeared into the night
Harry appeared in the dining room, just in time to see a frantic Mrs. Weasley running at him, crying in hysterics. Before he had time to react, Harry was enveloped in a tight hug.
"Oh, Harry! How could you do this? Suddenly disappearing from your bed in the middle of the night! We thought you might have been captured! Oh Harry!" Mrs. Weasly sobbed onto his shoulder, "How are you? Oh my, you are freezing cold. And you are still in your night clothes!? Why don't you go take a bath, dear. Dress in something warm, and come downstairs with an explanation." Mrs. Weasly said, failing to make her last sentence sound more like an order.
Harry grinned sheepishly. "Yes, I'm alright, Mrs. Weasley.May I go take a shower now?" he asked, when Mrs, Weasley seemed to have no intention to break away from the hug.
"Hm? Oh yes, dear. Off you go. I'll go prepare some hot chocolate." She said, releasing him, and bustled off into the kitchen.
After taking a nice long bath, he went downstairs cleaned and refreshed. Right on cue, the front door burst open, and in trudged a tired crew of Order members.
"Professor Lupin, Professor Dumbledore! Could I have a moment with you?" Harry said, beckoning a tired sagging Remeus and Dumbledore in his usual jolly yet dignified self, down to the kitchen.
Down at the kitchen, when Harry, Remeus, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were all seated in front of the table, each nursing a cup of steaming hot chocolate, Ron, a bit pale in the face, asked," So Harry, what happened, mate? I was just about to fall asleep when a flash of light woke me up, and I opened my eyes just in time to see you disappear from your bed."
"I-umm-I was transported to Azkaban." Harry said sheepishly.
"Azkaban? That's where the raid was!" Mrs. Weasley said frantically, "Oh you could've gotten hurt, Harry dear."
"It's okay Mrs. Weasley, I'm perfectly fine." Harry assured her.
"Harry." Hermione, who was silent previously, spoke up, " why don't you tell us what happened right from the beginning."
"Alright. I was having this dream, when I suddenly had this urge to go to Azkaban. I think at that time, I laid my hand on this." Harry said, pulling out the present Moody gave him.
"I think it was this thing that transported me to Azkaban. When I got there, I just saw blend of dark and light wizards fighting each other, and I didn't know how I could help. I don't even know why I suddenly desperately wanted to help in the fight. I felt a déjà vu sense of determination. So I did the only thing sensible. I cast a Patronus to fend of the Dementors." Harry said.
"Yes. What a tremor it sent. Everyone stopped in their tracks just to gaze at the magnificent thing Harry cast." Remeus chuckled at the memory.
"But Harry, how could you have cast a Patronus Charm?" Ron suddenly asked.
"Ron, what do you mean? Don't tell me you forgot Harry can cast corporeal Patronus'." Hermione huffed at Ron, looking displeased.
"No, it's not that. It's, well-"Ron said nervously, "you didn't have your wand with you, Harry." And pulled out Harry's piece of magical wooden stick from his pockets.
Muhahaha! Another chapter done, and with a nice little cliffy too. ^smirk^ REVIEWS REVIEWS REVIEWS!