Coming Silence
Ch: 16
Disclaimer: Still not mine. All rights belong to J.K. Oh, how I wish I were
her!
Harry threw himself face first into the dirt, dogging the ball of fire that was thrown over his head. He quickly rolled into a somersault, slashing his opponent's stomach open with a quick swipe of his claws. Blood poured off his hands and into the dirt. But Harry kept going.
Only a few weeks had passed since Harry and Severus finally bonded when a massive attack on the castle had come out of the blue. The Mountain Folk, although squashed at first, had rallied together to attack all that Harry represented. With them was a new magic, one Harry never had encountered but seemed strangely familiar, even if he couldn't place it. It was almost as if the magic was preset.
Harry dodged a blow from a serpent and ripped off the demons head. He spied Severus over to his left, spells flying left and right from the more experienced wizard. Their powers had combined and both were glad for the strength it gave them. Finally the last demon of this wave was defeated, the rest hightailing it back to the hills. But Harry knew it wasn't the last.
"Get the wounded to the healers! Put the dead in a line, burial details later. Kill those who have absolutely no chance of living, keep the seriously wounded enemies alive," ordered Harry wearily, walking to Severus.
The older wizard wrapped on arm around Harry's shoulders in comfort. "Are you alright?"
"As always. I'm worried, though. There have been too many attacks and I can't see a pattern. I don't know if it's just a set up for a false trail, or if it's something more. Their patterns are too random, too scattered." Harry leaned into Severus's shoulder. "Too tired. I need some sleep."
The scent of Severus's blood reached Harry's nose and in a second, the older wizard found himself half naked as he Harry searched his shoulder wound.
"Sev, your hurt! How'd this happen? Are you okay? I have to get you to a healer-"
"Harry, Harry, HARRY!" Severus pushed a frantic Harry away. "I'm fine. It's just a graze, see? It's already healing."
Stubborn green eyes met black and held. Neither would budge. Besides, Severus really hated healers. Blame Madam Pomfrey.
"No, Harry. I don't need one. Worry about your own people for once."
"But_"
"Sir, we have a live one and he's talking!" shouted a foot soldier, snapping Harry and Severus out of their debate. They quickly hurried over to a small spider demon, which lay coughing thick black blood, two of his many arms shatter around him.
"Go get Marinaz and Senna, immediately," snapped Harry, using his wand to levitate the demon to a cleaner piece of dirt. As soon as Harry set the demon down, the wounded began to talk.
"So sorry, don't know what happened, why? Ne'none don't know, don't understand," blood welled up between his lips as he spoke.
"Take it slow, Ne'none was it?" asked Severus. The spider slowly nodded. "Harry won't let harm come to you. Why are you here attacking Alenzar?"
Marinaz and Senna soon arrived and started applying various salves and bandages to the wounded at Harry's insistence.
"Don't know why. We not supposed to be here. All I remember was fog."
"Fog?" asked Harry puzzled.
"Yes, fog. This man appeared to my people years ago. He promised many things to us. He wanted us to war. Our chiefs said no. We need not go to war. We not need to. Then, all we know was fog."
"What did this man look like, Ne'none?" asked Harry. The demon swallowed nervously before answering.
"Tall. Pale." Ne'none frowned. "I-I can't remember. I can't remember! Why can Ne'none not remember?"
"Shhh, shhhhh. It's all right. Don't panic," murmured Severus. "You might not remember due to the 'fog'. Do not get distressed. So, you said your people did not want to go to war?"
Ne'none relaxed as the painkillers kicked in. The demon shook his head vigorously in denial. "Harry-King nice to us. He leaves us alone, granted us more land, better land for us to raise our young. He made us s-skools to educate us. Harry-King recognized our Chiefs. Harry-King nice to us."
Harry smiled softly down at Severus. "They are people too. Even if they hated the former Monarchs."
"Ahhh. There's that Gryffindor compassion I once knew."
Harry grinned. "Then why are you here?"
Ne'none frowned. "He said to. A voice said to. I no want to but I couldn't stop!"
Both Harry and Severus froze. They knew what the fog sounded like. Both knew. But how could it be?
"Amon, can you take Ne'none somewhere safe? Spread the word not to harm anyone of these people! They don't want to be here, they were coerced. If someone kills anyone on purpose, I will kill them, understood?"
The summoned soldier bowed and complied. Harry grabbed Severus and moved quickly through the wreck and ruin.
"You know who could have set all this in motion?" growled Harry.
"I have a good guess. I take it you also thought of him?"
"Yes. And I'm going to kill him!"
Demons moved quickly out of their way as waves of power flowed over the crowd. They recognized the feeling of anger, of rage. Harry was starting to connect the dots now, and he knew deep in his heart that he was needed elsewhere. This attack was just a ploy and it all lead back to one place- Hogwarts.
"KASHA!" hollered Harry, looking around. He snatched a passing demon's arm and pulled the girl aside. "Find Kasha, tell her she's needed in the Casting Room immediately! GO!"
The demon hurried off to do her kings request.
"Harry, what is wrong?"
"You've guessed it already. Voldemort and someone close to him. I think Tolmet made off to Hogwarts when he took that illusionary gate months and months ago. He met up with Voldemort and brought him here. After Voldie riled up the Mountain Folk, he made a port key for Tolmet to kill Ittana, to lure me away from Hogwarts. That's how no one can track him. Damn it!"
"I thought as much. Voldemort has to be behind most of it. Black told me a little bit about this Tolmet person, more than you implied. It sounds like something he would agree to do."
"He would, the bastard."
Severus spun to a halt stopping Harry in his tracks. He quickly leaned in and captured smooth hot lips to his own in a comforting kiss. Severus could feel through their bond that Harry wanted comfort. So he would give what he could.
They broke away, Harry with a small smile on his face, Severus looking smug with himself as Kasha entered the Casting Room. Sunlight glinted off of silver blood streaked armor, highlighting the worried look on her face.
"You called, Sire?"
"We need your help. This was all set up to lure me away from Hogwarts. I fear for the safety of the students."
Kasha straightened. "What can I do to help?"
Harry looked apologetically at Severus. "I need a Reality Rip."
Kasha gasped in horror. "Harry, no!"
"Harry, what is a Reality Rip? I am not going to do something crazy and life threatening without knowing the possible outcomes."
"You ended up with me, didn't you?" teased Harry with a smile.
Severus smiled, taking Harry's hand in his own. "I already knew the risks."
"Trust me on this. Please?"
Severus leaned down, lightly resting his forehead against his lovers. Gazing into his deep green eyes, Severus knew he would trust Harry with his life. And even with his heart.
"Harry, don't do this, please, I beg you. You know what can happen if you use a Rip," pleaded Kasha. Harry turned to his friend with a smile.
"That's just it. Nothing will happen. I need you, Kasha. You're the only one I trust to gather the Rip. Malvorn and Roltac are too busy. I trust no one else. Please."
"Harry-"
"It's the only way."
Kasha chewed on her lip. What Harry said was true. No one else had the power needed to gather a Reality Rip, except her.
"Fine. Gather what you need. I'll be ready."
Harry hugged his friend close to his chest. "Thank you."
"You never answered my question, love. What's a Reality Rip?"
Harry spun around in amazement, his eyes wide and shocked. Even Kasha was slightly speechless. Severus just frowned in confusion.
"What?" he snapped, reverting back to the Severus Harry remembered.
"You. You just called me 'love'," Harry said in amazement.
"I did no such thing. You imagined it."
"No I didn't!" shouted Harry in outrage.
"Yes you did, Harry. You know I never say mushy crap like-"
"Actually, Severus," interrupted Kasha, "You did."
"Hah!" shouted Harry triumphantly.
Severus blushed in surprise and outrage. To hide it all he continued with his question.
"What is it?"
"It is a portal used to shift between realities. Much like that of a Ghost Gate," muttered Kasha, hesitant to continue.
"Well?"
"Unlike a Ghost Gate, a Rip smashes through reality. Tears a whole into it," stated Harry. "The problem? If it's not done right, we'll be ripped to shreds before we reach Hogwarts. On the plus side, I save my energy and we get there faster."
"Did I just here you say we'll be ripped to shreds?"
Harry smiled grimly. "Only if were lucky."
"If were lucky? I don't like the sound of that, Potter."
"Neither do I. It's a risk we have to take."
"Who said I had to take it?"
AN: I know I've been updating, like hardly often, but we are really short shifted at work and I have to work 6-7 days a week on top of trying to graduate from school. I'm sooooo sorry for disappointing everyone who really (amazingly enough) likes this story for not updating as often as I should. SORRY!!! Thank you for all your support on sticking with me on this. I appreciate it. And thanks to all those who got back to me about Legolas/Harry fics. Someone reviewed and asked about one of FF.Net. Its "Shadow of a Doubt". Hope it helps. Until next time. ~Cheers
Harry threw himself face first into the dirt, dogging the ball of fire that was thrown over his head. He quickly rolled into a somersault, slashing his opponent's stomach open with a quick swipe of his claws. Blood poured off his hands and into the dirt. But Harry kept going.
Only a few weeks had passed since Harry and Severus finally bonded when a massive attack on the castle had come out of the blue. The Mountain Folk, although squashed at first, had rallied together to attack all that Harry represented. With them was a new magic, one Harry never had encountered but seemed strangely familiar, even if he couldn't place it. It was almost as if the magic was preset.
Harry dodged a blow from a serpent and ripped off the demons head. He spied Severus over to his left, spells flying left and right from the more experienced wizard. Their powers had combined and both were glad for the strength it gave them. Finally the last demon of this wave was defeated, the rest hightailing it back to the hills. But Harry knew it wasn't the last.
"Get the wounded to the healers! Put the dead in a line, burial details later. Kill those who have absolutely no chance of living, keep the seriously wounded enemies alive," ordered Harry wearily, walking to Severus.
The older wizard wrapped on arm around Harry's shoulders in comfort. "Are you alright?"
"As always. I'm worried, though. There have been too many attacks and I can't see a pattern. I don't know if it's just a set up for a false trail, or if it's something more. Their patterns are too random, too scattered." Harry leaned into Severus's shoulder. "Too tired. I need some sleep."
The scent of Severus's blood reached Harry's nose and in a second, the older wizard found himself half naked as he Harry searched his shoulder wound.
"Sev, your hurt! How'd this happen? Are you okay? I have to get you to a healer-"
"Harry, Harry, HARRY!" Severus pushed a frantic Harry away. "I'm fine. It's just a graze, see? It's already healing."
Stubborn green eyes met black and held. Neither would budge. Besides, Severus really hated healers. Blame Madam Pomfrey.
"No, Harry. I don't need one. Worry about your own people for once."
"But_"
"Sir, we have a live one and he's talking!" shouted a foot soldier, snapping Harry and Severus out of their debate. They quickly hurried over to a small spider demon, which lay coughing thick black blood, two of his many arms shatter around him.
"Go get Marinaz and Senna, immediately," snapped Harry, using his wand to levitate the demon to a cleaner piece of dirt. As soon as Harry set the demon down, the wounded began to talk.
"So sorry, don't know what happened, why? Ne'none don't know, don't understand," blood welled up between his lips as he spoke.
"Take it slow, Ne'none was it?" asked Severus. The spider slowly nodded. "Harry won't let harm come to you. Why are you here attacking Alenzar?"
Marinaz and Senna soon arrived and started applying various salves and bandages to the wounded at Harry's insistence.
"Don't know why. We not supposed to be here. All I remember was fog."
"Fog?" asked Harry puzzled.
"Yes, fog. This man appeared to my people years ago. He promised many things to us. He wanted us to war. Our chiefs said no. We need not go to war. We not need to. Then, all we know was fog."
"What did this man look like, Ne'none?" asked Harry. The demon swallowed nervously before answering.
"Tall. Pale." Ne'none frowned. "I-I can't remember. I can't remember! Why can Ne'none not remember?"
"Shhh, shhhhh. It's all right. Don't panic," murmured Severus. "You might not remember due to the 'fog'. Do not get distressed. So, you said your people did not want to go to war?"
Ne'none relaxed as the painkillers kicked in. The demon shook his head vigorously in denial. "Harry-King nice to us. He leaves us alone, granted us more land, better land for us to raise our young. He made us s-skools to educate us. Harry-King recognized our Chiefs. Harry-King nice to us."
Harry smiled softly down at Severus. "They are people too. Even if they hated the former Monarchs."
"Ahhh. There's that Gryffindor compassion I once knew."
Harry grinned. "Then why are you here?"
Ne'none frowned. "He said to. A voice said to. I no want to but I couldn't stop!"
Both Harry and Severus froze. They knew what the fog sounded like. Both knew. But how could it be?
"Amon, can you take Ne'none somewhere safe? Spread the word not to harm anyone of these people! They don't want to be here, they were coerced. If someone kills anyone on purpose, I will kill them, understood?"
The summoned soldier bowed and complied. Harry grabbed Severus and moved quickly through the wreck and ruin.
"You know who could have set all this in motion?" growled Harry.
"I have a good guess. I take it you also thought of him?"
"Yes. And I'm going to kill him!"
Demons moved quickly out of their way as waves of power flowed over the crowd. They recognized the feeling of anger, of rage. Harry was starting to connect the dots now, and he knew deep in his heart that he was needed elsewhere. This attack was just a ploy and it all lead back to one place- Hogwarts.
"KASHA!" hollered Harry, looking around. He snatched a passing demon's arm and pulled the girl aside. "Find Kasha, tell her she's needed in the Casting Room immediately! GO!"
The demon hurried off to do her kings request.
"Harry, what is wrong?"
"You've guessed it already. Voldemort and someone close to him. I think Tolmet made off to Hogwarts when he took that illusionary gate months and months ago. He met up with Voldemort and brought him here. After Voldie riled up the Mountain Folk, he made a port key for Tolmet to kill Ittana, to lure me away from Hogwarts. That's how no one can track him. Damn it!"
"I thought as much. Voldemort has to be behind most of it. Black told me a little bit about this Tolmet person, more than you implied. It sounds like something he would agree to do."
"He would, the bastard."
Severus spun to a halt stopping Harry in his tracks. He quickly leaned in and captured smooth hot lips to his own in a comforting kiss. Severus could feel through their bond that Harry wanted comfort. So he would give what he could.
They broke away, Harry with a small smile on his face, Severus looking smug with himself as Kasha entered the Casting Room. Sunlight glinted off of silver blood streaked armor, highlighting the worried look on her face.
"You called, Sire?"
"We need your help. This was all set up to lure me away from Hogwarts. I fear for the safety of the students."
Kasha straightened. "What can I do to help?"
Harry looked apologetically at Severus. "I need a Reality Rip."
Kasha gasped in horror. "Harry, no!"
"Harry, what is a Reality Rip? I am not going to do something crazy and life threatening without knowing the possible outcomes."
"You ended up with me, didn't you?" teased Harry with a smile.
Severus smiled, taking Harry's hand in his own. "I already knew the risks."
"Trust me on this. Please?"
Severus leaned down, lightly resting his forehead against his lovers. Gazing into his deep green eyes, Severus knew he would trust Harry with his life. And even with his heart.
"Harry, don't do this, please, I beg you. You know what can happen if you use a Rip," pleaded Kasha. Harry turned to his friend with a smile.
"That's just it. Nothing will happen. I need you, Kasha. You're the only one I trust to gather the Rip. Malvorn and Roltac are too busy. I trust no one else. Please."
"Harry-"
"It's the only way."
Kasha chewed on her lip. What Harry said was true. No one else had the power needed to gather a Reality Rip, except her.
"Fine. Gather what you need. I'll be ready."
Harry hugged his friend close to his chest. "Thank you."
"You never answered my question, love. What's a Reality Rip?"
Harry spun around in amazement, his eyes wide and shocked. Even Kasha was slightly speechless. Severus just frowned in confusion.
"What?" he snapped, reverting back to the Severus Harry remembered.
"You. You just called me 'love'," Harry said in amazement.
"I did no such thing. You imagined it."
"No I didn't!" shouted Harry in outrage.
"Yes you did, Harry. You know I never say mushy crap like-"
"Actually, Severus," interrupted Kasha, "You did."
"Hah!" shouted Harry triumphantly.
Severus blushed in surprise and outrage. To hide it all he continued with his question.
"What is it?"
"It is a portal used to shift between realities. Much like that of a Ghost Gate," muttered Kasha, hesitant to continue.
"Well?"
"Unlike a Ghost Gate, a Rip smashes through reality. Tears a whole into it," stated Harry. "The problem? If it's not done right, we'll be ripped to shreds before we reach Hogwarts. On the plus side, I save my energy and we get there faster."
"Did I just here you say we'll be ripped to shreds?"
Harry smiled grimly. "Only if were lucky."
"If were lucky? I don't like the sound of that, Potter."
"Neither do I. It's a risk we have to take."
"Who said I had to take it?"
AN: I know I've been updating, like hardly often, but we are really short shifted at work and I have to work 6-7 days a week on top of trying to graduate from school. I'm sooooo sorry for disappointing everyone who really (amazingly enough) likes this story for not updating as often as I should. SORRY!!! Thank you for all your support on sticking with me on this. I appreciate it. And thanks to all those who got back to me about Legolas/Harry fics. Someone reviewed and asked about one of FF.Net. Its "Shadow of a Doubt". Hope it helps. Until next time. ~Cheers