Harry Potter and the Staff of Slytherin
Chapter Eleven – Midnight Rider
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Steve walks warily down the street,
with the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,
machine guns ready to go
~ Queen – Another One Bites The Dust
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The Midnight Rider looked up at the moon. It was full tonight and that brought strange howls from the forest usually. However, the forest was eerily silent this night. It was quite windy but the trees didn't rustle at all. It was as if they were watching…waiting for something.
His horse stamped its front right foot impatiently. It could sense an approaching battle and was excited about its near arrival.
The Midnight Rider, the Band's leader examined his troops. There were three dozen horseback riders, all equipped with a bow and sword. The villagers had been under attack several times in the past months. It seemed that the English were cutting down all of the small villages and Hyran was one of the last standing in the way.
The Midnight Rider had arrived mysteriously several months ago. He had lost his entire memory and had been found and taken in by the local Villagers. He had quickly picked up their ways and language and he had been instrumental in the village's defence. He had soon become their finest warrior and when the leader had been shot down by an English arrow in the previous week, he had been promoted to the post.
They all knew they had no hope of winning this battle. The women, children and elderly had been sent to a nearby village who had called a truce with the English. The men had stayed to fight, all of them willing to die rather than be enslaved by the English.
Welsh troops had been sent up to aid but all had gone to the main army to fight, instead of the small villages.
A rustle in the trees broke the Hyran Villagers from their thoughts and fifty or so men approached on foot. They were armed in sword and shield. The Villagers drew their bows and armed them with an arrow each before taking aim and firing. None of them missed, but they were still outnumbered by many.
By the time the infantry had reached the Hyran men, their numbers had been shot down to around 30, still outnumbering the horsemen by two to one.
The Horsemen threw down their now obsolete bows and drew their swords, ready for the attack.
It took only a few minutes for the English Infantry to whittle down the numbers until only one remained. There were now only four English soldiers and The Midnight Rider left. His horse had been killed from under him and he didn't feel optimistic of surviving.
Suddenly, a flash of light came from the skies and four lightning bolts fell from the sky, instantly killing each of the soldiers.
The Midnight Rider was flabbergasted. Had he seen someone else in his situation, he would have been convinced of a coincidence, yet he had felt some sort of power emitting from his body!
He promptly fainted and lay down amongst the corpses of Villagers and enemy.
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The Midnight Rider woke and immediately wished he had not.
The smell of 50 rotting corpses met his nose and he promptly vomited violently onto his stomach. He rose and his eyes beheld the view of four piles of ash. He remembered faintly killing them with lightning bolts. The experience had scared him and made him wonder. What exactly was his life like before he appeared in the forest?
He decided to go back to the village. His horse was dead so he had to walk but he knew the way well from days of endless riding and exploring in this forest.
He had a brief flash of deja-vu and was reminded of last time he was left in the forest.
But, he reminded himself, he was in a better situation this time. He was armed with Bow, Arrow and Sword. So he could easily protect himself. Plus, he knew where he was going.
He drew out the sack that he had found in his appearance.
Had he known it was his Inventory, he could have easily drawn out his Firebolt and fly away.
He held the sack in his hand, feeling its smooth velvet surface. He always felt comforted when he held this sack, and he needed comfort now more than ever.
The Villagers who had taken him in without knowing him were all dead. His best friend was dead.
For several hours he walked through the forest until he reached Hyran. The huts had all been burnt down before they left and there was no straw remaining.
There was a pile of wood near by, so he was able to make a fire which he lay down by and fell asleep, shattered from the walking.
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Sorry about the short chapter, but it needed to be short to get the plot across.
In case you didn't guess, the 'Midnight Rider' was Harry Potter.
He has lived with the Villagers for 'several months' and learnt their language and become their best warrior.
At the end, he used his learnt elemental magic to kill the remaining English soldiers, kinda accidental you know (the lightning bolts).
Please review, it helps make this story better – I'm not getting an awful lot of feedback, please tell me how I could make this story better.
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Thanks to the reviewers:
ChicanoSurfer01
The Keymaker
Melissa
icanreadncount
HiddenCamera
G3tog4unlog on
Gaul1
Anita
Rebecca
SnifflesaboutSnuffles(love the name)
Sarah R. Potter
Ironic-humour
Coolpadfoot
Paprika
And special thanks to David305 for pointing out about a million mistakes. I will edit the mistakes this weekend. May I add Smartarse :P Just kidding…
Reviewers Questions:
Anita: A very interesting and unusual idea to send Harry back 10 years. will it have anything to do with the staff?
OK for a start it was around 1000 years, not 10!
Also, yeah the Staff will come into the story.
Rebecca: I was wondering when does the weasels find out hes gone.Do we ever see Lupin, and when does harry go back to the real time.
I'm going to write an interlude of the Weasleys finding out he's gone soon. I'm thinking chapter 13 or 14. We might see Lupin but I don't think he'll be a main character. Harry will go back, but not for a while.
SnufflesAboutSniffles: is harry going to regain his memory soon?
Maybe.
Icanreadandcount: the Old English looks cool. I wonder what it says...
Maybe some goon who speaks the language can tell me.
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