The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again…
Chapter Thirty
Harry quickly set up the things he would need. He found a small homemade pottery shop with no windows and only one room.
'Perfect!' Harry thought. Harry summoned a set of shackles and a simple wooden chair. Harry put the shackles on his arms and legs and pushed the chair up to the wall. Harry sat in the chair and cast two permanent sticking charms on both sets of shackles. His arms and legs were permanently attached to the wall. With a wave of his wand, Harry cast a few complicated charms and hexes on the building such as "htimskcolehtllac!" and "ooboobynnanynnan!" Which made it so that nobody could open the door.
"This is it." Harry whispered, separating his spirit from his body for what may end up being the final time.
With Remus
Even Harry's Patronus amongst all the others was having a hard time fighting off such a large number of Dementors. In fact, several witches and wizards had already been kissed. Even a few people he knew.
"Everybody Shield charms!" Remus rallied.
"LLAROMRA!" Remus's forces yelled.
Such a great number of people casting a shield charm at the same time creates an enormous shield of nearly unbreakable power instead of a lot of little ones. Unfortunately the shield cuts off the flow of magical energy, so all the Patronuses except Harry's vanished.
Everybody paused to wipe sweat from their faces or catch their breath. A large shadow blacked out the sun. Very slowly, Everybody looked up to see what was causing the sudden darkness.
Remus gulped. "Everyone reinforce the shield!" he yelled.
Voldemort was about to drop a Muggle water tower right onto the shield.
With Sirius
'Something must be wrong.' Sirius thought as he re-entered the weight lifting room. 'Maybe I'll go see what's taking him and Dumbledore so long.' Sirius jogged out of the room and down a few flights of steps towards Dumbledore's office, idly wondering why he hadn't seen any students.
'Oh, right. McGonnagall has them all holed up in the great hall.' Sirius thought, remembering.
"Goobers." Sirius told the gargoyle.
"Enter." The gargoyle said hopping aside.
Sirius climbed the steps into Dumbledore's office and opened the door. Sirius immediately noticed the blood on the floor.
"No…" Sirius whispered. "I have to figure out what happened here!"
Sirius knew the quickest way to find out. There was a spell that only about fifty people in the history of the world had successfully cast. He had never tried it before, but he was willing now.
"tfelehtotpmujatsujsti tghirehtotpetsadna." Sirius cast his voice seemed to bounce off the walls giving it a strange echoing quality.
A cold wind blew through the room, powerful enough to make the fire in the fireplace flicker and almost go out. The papers on Dumbledore's desk were blowing all about the room and the books on the bookshelf were threatening to fly about with them. Sirius felt a burst of static electricity crackle up his spine as the wind strengthened and all the monstrous tomes of magic from Dumbledore's shelves flew about the room like bludgers gone mad. The room got colder and the portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters flew off the wall one by one to join the whirlwind of objects. Sirius felt more static electricity climb up his back and he felt his hair stick straight upwards. Dumbledore's Pensieve slid off its shelf and joined Dumbledore's other possessions in the air.
The wind formed a funnel cloud in the center of the room and started sucking things towards it. The temperature of the room dropped lower. Sirius expected that if he stuck out his tongue it would freeze solid. More electricity built up and Sirius watched small electrical currents start crackling from his leg hairs to the floor. His hair started to spark and the suction got stronger. He braced himself but started to slide slowly towards the vortex.
The suction got stronger, lifting him in the air and pulling him bodily into the center of the whirlwind. There was a blinding flash of light and a searing pain filled Sirius's whole being. Sirius screamed as he felt his hair and skin burning off.
Then it was over. Everything that had flown around was back in its original place, and Sirius wasn't in the center of the room. He was where he was standing when he cast the spell. His only clue that the spell had worked was the fire in the fireplace. It wasn't flickering. In fact, it wasn't moving at all.
"Dniwer." Sirius cast.
He watched with awe as time slowly moved backwards.
With Remus
The watertower ripped open as it bounced off the shield emptying thousands of gallons of water into the street.
"eidannogelpoepasuoy!" Voldemort cast. A bolt of lightning descended from the cloudless sky and struck the shield. It shattered.