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Warning: Might be a bit confusing as it switches from first person point of view to third person point of view frequently.

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"Damned by the Darkness"

Chapter 6

"Fulgeo flatus!" bellowed Harry, pointing at the creature that was rapidly descending towards them. A beam of scarlet energy that was white at the core shot from his finger and enveloped the Damned in a cloud of red. There was a bellow of pain and then a small explosion, which spattered everyone below in a dark substance.

"What is this?" demanded an Auror, wiping at some of the stuff.

"Blood," replied Harry. At the Auror's horrified look, he continued, "Yes, Auror, these creatures can bleed. The Damned are as mortal as any of you. Just harder to kill."

"Unlike you," snarled the Moody-looking Auror.

Harry whirled upon him with an angry, cat-like hiss. His eyes flashed red momentarily as he spat, "I am not your enemy here! They are! I want this castle to continue standing for a long time beyond today and if you do not allow me to help, you all will surely die."

"It that a threat?"

"Fool!" Harry snarled darkly. "All of you fools!" He leapt up into the window the Damned had come through and yelled down to them, "Look past your prejudices and fight with me. If I was your enemy, you all would have been long dead by now." With that he turned and jumped.

Jeremiah looked resolutely after him and said, "Professors!"

"Aye!" bellowed the whole of the Hogwarts staff, raising their wands in the air.

"What…" began Moody look-alike. "But he's…"

"He is not our enemy," said Jeremiah stonily. With that he threw open one wing of the main doors and he and the staff charged out. The Aurors looked at each other for a moment until Moody look-alike ordered them to follow.

The door slammed shut behind them.

"Fulgeo flatus!" yelled Harry, pointing at a Damned. It was enveloped in a cloud of red and then another leapt over it, snarling it triumph as it came down at him.

Harry zipped backwards, picking up a large branch off the ground. He slapped the huge snout as the beast followed him, never quite catching him.

He suddenly sensed something coming down at his back and dodged to the left. The Damned that had been leaping at his back landed atop the one that had been pursuing him and they began to tear each other apart in their bloodlust.

"Get them to attack each other!" yelled Harry to Jeremiah, who suddenly fell against him. He straightened the young wizard then leapt into the fray with a cry of, "Flatus undo!" A wave of the red energy from before erupted from his clasped hands and enveloped five of the Damned in one go.

Then three of them leapt on him at once and drove him to the ground.

"No!" yelled Jeremiah, leaping backwards as a Damned charged past him. "Potter!"

A loud snarl answered him and one of the Damned flew backwards. It hit the Whomping Willow, which began to twist its branches furiously. The Damned that had hit it was swept up in the branches and flung violently about, howling with pain.

Another of the Damned flew into the air and came down on top of one that was charging at Marissa's back. As they began to fight, Marissa whirled about and fired a variety of hexes into the two in the space of two seconds.

Then Jeremiah saw it.

It was a huge black wolf with blazing emerald eyes. For a moment he thought it was one of the Damned. Then he saw the white lightning bolt scar that flared over its right eye.

The wolf snarled and clamped its jaws down on the neck of the third Damned, ripping its huge jaws out of its side. A chunk of the wolf's flesh came away with it but almost immediately the wound began to heal over.

Jeremiah watched in a sort of horrid fascination as the wolf tore the Damned apart then leapt onto another one, sinking its jaws into the beasts back. The Damned let out a howl as the wolf lifted it into the air and shook it. The sound of breaking bones rent the air and the Damned dropped limply to the ground, it neck breaking as it landed on its monstrous head.

All through Jeremiah's watching of the wolf, he had not noticed one of the Damned sneaking up behind him. Not until the beast had jumped him.

He screamed as it latched onto his arm with its huge jaws and nearly tore his shoulder not only from its socket but from his body.

Jeremiah! bellowed a voice in his head. The rage in it caused the Headmaster of Hogwarts to tremble. Well, more than he already was.

Let him go! roared Harry to the Damned, leaping across the grounds with huge strides.

My blood! replied the Damned. Mine!

This is not your territory, hissed Harry. Get out or I shall be forced to kill you and all your kin.

Line lie. Line not harm anything. 'Specially not you. The Damned looked smugly at him.

Harry dropped his jaw in the wolf's version of a laugh and said, How very mistaken you are. He then lunged forward with such speed as he could not be seen. A second later, his jaws were latched about the Damned's neck.

Blood, hot black blood, spilled over Jeremiah, who covered his face with his good arm. He had long since lost feeling in his other one.

Release him, growled Harry. The Damned complied and Harry broke its neck with a twist of his head. He picked the body up and slung it away then gently nuzzled Jeremiah with his nose. Jeremiah?

"You," breathed Jeremiah, "you saved me."

There was amusement in the emerald orbs and Harry's chuckle echoed through his head.

I told you I wasn't so bad. He then looked up and the wolf's lips drew back from its bloodstained teeth. Jeremiah tilted his head back and saw several of the Damned approaching them. And they looked really angry.

"Why do they look like that?"

I believe I killed their Queen, commented Harry. He then said, We have to get out of here. I must carry you.

"How?"

The wolf opened its mouth and Jeremiah paled.

It is the only way.

"…do it."

The wolf bent its head and gently picked Jeremiah up. He could feel the sharp fangs of the beast ever so slightly digging into his back and stomach. Fear swelled in him but he forced it down. Harry had saved him. He would not kill him.

Back, foul beasts! roared Harry to the Damned that were approaching. Your Queen is dead! Leave this place!

Blood! came the reply. Blood! Blood! Blood!

"I don't think they're up for negotiations," murmured Jeremiah.

I concur with that statement, remarked Harry. A low snarl bubbled up out of his throat as the wolf crouched, muscles bunching under its coat. It then leapt over the heads of the Damned, landing with a grace that such as huge creature should not have had. The Damned howled as it raced across the grounds towards the castle, Jeremiah clutched in its jaws.

"They won't die!" yelled one of the Aurors. "We must retreat!"

"If we retreat, we'll be fighting in the castle!" bellowed another. "And that will not be allowed!"

Contego moenia! yelled a voice that echoed through their heads and a shield of shimmering gold went up around the whole of the castle. The two Aurors looked up to see a huge wolf racing towards them.

"Stop!" yelled one, lifting his wand.

I'm not your enemy, fools, spat the wolf, glaring at them. It gently placed something human shaped on the ground and growled, Take him into the castle. The shield will only prevent vampire kin from entering. The wolf then turned and leapt back into the fray.

The two Aurors looked at each other then gently picked Jeremiah up and rushed him into the castle.

"Get back, foul beast!" yelled Marissa Snape as one of the Damned continued to charge at her no matter what she threw at it. Just before its gaping maw closed on her leg, something grabbed the back of her robes and slung her into the air. She landed atop something moving and furry. For a moment she thought it was one of the Damned.

I am not one of the Damned, said Harry's voice in her head snippily. Now, if you wouldn't mind firing a few spells…

Marissa glared at the wolf's head then grabbed a fistful of the black fur and drew her wand.

Just like riding a horse and firing a gun at the target, she thought as she oriented on one of the Damned.

Harry arched a mental eyebrow as he picked up on that thought. Since when did wizards fire guns?

"Perimo!" yelled Marissa. A whirling golden light zipped out of her wand and flew at one of the Damned. The light sliced cleanly through it head, made a circle, and sliced through its middle before the headless body had even fallen to the ground.

I must remember that one, commented Harry.

Marissa smirked and fired the curse again at another of the Damned.

Two hours later, Marissa, who was still atop the wolf's broad back, took down the last of the Damned. She had been raked down her wand arm by one of the Damned's claws that had managed to get past both her and Harry's guard but beyond that she was fine.

The wolf stopped suddenly and Marissa blinked.

"What is it?"

Look, was all Harry said.

Marissa looked and she gasped. The grounds of Hogwarts were nearly covered by the dead bodies of the Damned and the Aurors. She thought she spotted Andrew Bostwick among the bodies.

"There were hundreds of them," she breathed.

Something made them attack, said Harry. The Damned only attack those who enter their territory.

"Perhaps Hogwarts is their territory."

The wolf turned its head to glare balefully at her.

Hogwarts and the village of Hogsmeade were long ago proclaimed my territory. As well as the areas surrounding the homes of my old friends and each home of their descendants. A growl rippled through the wolf's body. All vampire kin know where my territory lies. Why the Damned would…

As Harry wondered over why the Damned would attack, Marissa stared as the bodies of the attackers began to evaporate.

"Potter?"

Harry looked up and said, The bodies evaporating is normal. All vampire kin do that in death. I know not why. He shook slightly then began to walk slowly across the field of the dead.

Fulgeo flatus means Beam blast

Flatus undo means Blast wave

Contego moenia means Shield castle

Perimo means To slay