AN: I apologize for the long period of " no update ". Good news is that I'm done with school. I wish that I had the power to travel into the future so that I can read book six. Alas, it is meant to be.
Chapter 14 – War has begun
" Honestly! Just because of one encounter she thinks she knows how to handle Voldermort " Harry grumbled to himself as he walked to the Gryffindor tower. While Harry was not overly angry with his friend's little sister, he wished for the first time that he had the power to switch his soul, or better yet his life. He knew that Ginny meant well by saying that he should not worry so much about Voldermort. He very much liked the idea of not worrying about the current most powerful to date dark lord. However, given all that he knew, how could he live as if Voldermort was nothing more than something out there.
Harry had long managed to squash his fear of Voldemort the dark lord. His fear now resided on himself, he was very afraid that when the time came to fight Voldemort to death he would run away. His biggest fear now had been the thought of him being a coward or earned himself the title "the boy-who-ran". One wondered why he was not afraid for the lives of those who depended on him, which of course the world's inhabitants.
One week ago" Bloody hell, why can't I go to sleep? And I'm tired as hell too " Harry mumbled to himself as he stared the ceiling in his dormitory. He had finished another grueling duel with both of his house elves. Harry finally decided to read his one of many dark art book collections, instead of forcing himself to sleep. As he read a particular chapter on ancient dark rituals, he felt a strong emotion from his scar.
" Uh-oh…this can't be good, Voldermort is one very happy wizard " Harry said to himself. Without wasting any time, he proceeded to tap into Voldermort's mind.
"Harry mate wake up….diner is about to be served " Neville shook his roommate. Harry gave no sign he acknowledged Neville's attempt to wake him. Neville proceeded to shake the boy-who-lived harder.
The boy-who-lived rose immediately into a sitting position and gasping for air as if he had ran ten miles marathon. The gasping itself could be considered as the gasp of someone waking up from a nightmare, hence normal. The amount of sweat that Harry produced the moment he was awake was many would have considered as not normal.
Neville immediately got a terrible feeling from what he had witnessed. " Harry, are you okay? …I mean what happened to you! " Neville asked Harry Potter.
Harry looked up to his friend's face and said, " I'm screwed. " Totally what he had not expected, Neville took a deep breath to calm himself. " Why would you be screwed, Harry? " Neville asked the boy-who-lived gently.
Harry took several deep breaths and gave Neville the scariest statement.
" Voldermort managed to barricade his mind from me by putting several dementors around his mind….literally " Harry said the last part in a somewhat awed voice. One would think that Neville composed himself rather well after hearing Harry's statement, but inside Neville was too numb to react. Neville knew it as a fact that his friend Harry was much too powerful to be considered as a master legilimency and a master occlument. He also knew as a fact that Voldermort had troubles keeping Harry from snooping around, which was a blessing as Voldermort had to force himself to hold his war plans. The fact that Voldemort had found a very effective, dangerous, unbelievable, and unimaginable way to keep Harry Potter from snooping around the dark lord's mind meant…KILLINGS or DEATHS were expected somewhere in the near future.
Neville forced down his urge to sigh and said, " War is approaching fast and swiftly…we must train ourselves harder " with a hard and cold voice.
Harry nodded his head as a sign of agreement, but his eyes shined bright with emotional turmoil. Harry finally realized the extent Voldermort was willing to go to achieve his goals. The brutal murder of his parents or Cedric Diggory or the near demise the Zabini family encountered seemed to be distant memories of what Voldermort would do to achieve his goals. Harry had never imagined that dementors could be consumed to guard one's mind. His rapidly increasing knowledge in the dark arts had given neither the knowledge to achieve such feat nor the idea for such feat to be possible.
The feat that Voldermort had managed to accomplish was definitely an eye opener to Harry. He realized that his supposedly very fast pace in soaking the dark arts were nothing more than a very small hole in a Titanic size boat. He realized for the first time why Dumbledore was so hesitant to disclose the prophecy. He realized the burden in which fate had given him. Voldemort was truly the epitome of talents met ambitions without remorse. He realized how insignificant his desire to defeat Voldermort in comparison with Voldermort's own desire to rule the world. For the first time since past June, Harry feared for those whose lives were depended on him.
Harry took one last deep breath and determinedly said, " We need to tell Luna that we will need to increase our training several more levels and probably forgone Christmas celebration due to certain revelations "
" Yes, that we do! " Neville agreed determinedly. Harry immediately berated himself.
" I'm sorry that I did not ask whether you want to spend winter holiday in training, Neville! " Harry said guiltily.
" Harry! When I agreed to be your follower, I meant it…How can I enjoy the holiday knowing that my good friend is spending the holiday training himself to protect others that include me also " Neville stated.
Neville took a deep breath and locked Harry's eyes to his as he said, " I will not allow myself to let you suffer alone…I will be with you along the way. " Neville then offered his right hand to Harry.
Harry smiled and took Neville's right hand. " I will be proud to have you along the way and likewise, I will be with you along the way " Harry gave his oath to Neville.
" Go right on ahead start your diner without me, Neville. " Harry told his good friend.
It was Monday morning when the wizarding world learned its first mistake of ignoring Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore's warning of the returning dark lord Voldermort. Students were enjoying breakfast and complaining about classes when owls delivered mails and Daily Prophets for Hogwart's students. Students were oblivious to what had happened the morning when they were still asleep. Only one student and the professors were aware of what had happened earlier in the morning. Voldermort and his band of followers had destroyed major part of Diagon Alley, released his followers from the Azkaban prison, reclaimed dementors' support, killed twenty-five aurors, and put five aurors in serious injuries. What the professors did not know, however, the release of death eaters from the Azkaban prison, the death of twenty-five aurors, and the five seriously injured aurors were single handedly done by Voldermort. Thirty aurors were stationed in Azkaban at all times to help defend the Azkaban prison and called reinforcements just in case there was a sudden attack. Almost all Voldermort's death eaters were sent to destroy Diagon Alley. One would have thought that the destruction of Diagon Alley as a diversion for the real mission, which was to release death eaters from Azkaban, and the five injured aurors were lucky to survive the ordeal. It could not be farther from the truth. The destruction of Diagon Alley was done on the part where it was empty of people. Buildings inhabited by people were simply left alone. The injuries that the five aurors experienced were not physical injuries, but they were mental injuries.
Voldermort had sent Harry a mind message in regard to the true message behind the double attacks and a short movie about the butchering of twenty-five aurors. The reason behind the Diagon Alley attack was simply to put fear into the wizarding world. In that, everyone was at the mercy of the dark lord. Being one of the five supposedly lucky ones was the actual luck. Voldermort subdued five aurors before he butchered the rests. The subdued five aurors were forced to watch their colleagues being butchered senseless. Once all their colleagues were dead Voldermort told each of the five auror to tell the world what they had witnessed.
Suffice to say that students and their professors were shocked as they read the five aurors tale of their encounter with the dark lord in the Daily Prophet. Many students got their first shock from the cruelty the dark lord seemed generous to give. The cheery mood in the great hall was replaced by unadulterated fear. Albus Dumbledore had no twinkle in his eyes as he observed his students' mood. He dared looked at his favorite pupil and what he saw was sadness and guilt then indifference, which eventually turned into annoyance. He could only guess what had caused his favorite pupil to have annoyance so clearly etched in his face.
Harry was saddened by the immediate change in the mood of his fellow students. He also felt guilty that he did not try very hard to convince the wizarding world of Voldermort's return. He immediately squashed his guilt the moment he realized that many of these students belittled him when he had spoken the truth. The same students who believed him after the Ministry of Magic declared that Harry and Dumbledore were telling the truth. Harry knew not what had caused majority of Hogwarts' students to have the same thought, but their thoughts had opened Harry's eyes about the upcoming war. Majority of students were thinking that it was Harry's fault for letting Voldermort to return and it was Harry's responsibility to make the dark lord go away. Harry realized that he was nothing more than the public's puppet. He was someone the society would have blamed and praised for the atrocities that Voldermort would inflict. He realized that he should have not fear for these idiots' lives as he had been recently. He should have feared for the lives of those whom he cared very much. Heck, his thought of taking revenge on Voldermort and his death eaters was much more honorable than his fear for these idiots' lives. Annoyance had taken place on Harry Potter's heart as he realized society's hypocrisy. The boy-who-lived had immediately felt something change in him. He no longer felt the heavy burden that he had been carrying ever since he had heard the prophecy regarding the dark lord and him. He felt as if his job now was to protect only his own immediate family instead of trying to protect every single family beside his own.
Until now Harry had always thought that he was responsible for the lives of many, but now he believed that he was being a complete idiot for believing such belief. Harry had always questioned himself how exactly was every being in this world was equal. If no being was superior to other and no being was inferior to other, by default everyone had the same responsibility as Harry to fight Voldermort. Just because Harry was given the power to defeat Voldermort, it did not mean he was the only one responsible in fighting Voldermort. Everyone else lived in the same world as both Harry Potter and Voldermort; hence everyone had the same stake on the outcome of the impending war between the boy-who-lived and the dark lord. Harry started to believe that it was time everyone in the wizarding world MUST fought Voldermort. Fighting Voldermort could take many shapes and forms, Harry damned himself if he let everyone thought that he would be the only one fighting Voldermort. Harry vowed to himself that the people in the wizarding world would fight tyranny with or without his help. If people in the wizarding world refused to fight Voldermort because they believed the dark lord was too powerful for them, Harry ABSOLUTELY refused to be the one whom would give them hope. Hope was always there for people regardless whether they were willing to fight or not to fight for their beliefs.
Harry was somewhat disgusted with himself for having such cruel thoughts, but then he remembered the Zabini family. The man named Ardeus Zabini adamantly refused to support Voldermort's quest even when his family was in the face of death. Ardeus Zabini would rather have death than to live as a slave for someone else's cause he did not believe. Harry wondered whether Ardeus Zabini was being selfish, as he had almost chosen death for his wife and children. The boy-who-lived came to a conclusion that in the end Ardeus Zabini had never chosen death for his family. He believed that Mr. Zabini had chosen death only for himself. Mrs. Zabini and her children almost died because of Mr. Zabini's decision, which was unfair to say. Harry saw the fate that Mrs. Zabini and her children while intersected with Mr. Zabini's decision, it was never under Mr. Zabini's control. Harry had come to this conclusion by relating his mother's decision to sacrifice herself for him with Ardeus Zabini's decision.
Lily Potter's decision was simply a decision that stemmed from a mother's desire to protect her child. Her decision was what ultimately led to her demise and Harry to be an orphan. One could say that Lily was being selfish, as she had unintentionally condemned her son to have difficult life. On the other hand, Lily had given her son the best give a mother could give to her child, unconditional love. Hence, Harry concluded that nobody was truly outside the higher working of the world, or in other word FATE. In the end, no human was powerful enough to shape the future in accordance to his or her will. Harry was so immersed in his thoughts that he heard not Dumbledore's announcement and the excited whispers that followed.
" Why the excitement. Ron? " Harry finally took noticed. Ron was not able to answer his best mate questions due to his giddiness.
" There will be a demonstration between professor Dumbledore and professors Lupin, Flitwick, and Diggle during tonight's dueling class…the entire student body can watch " Neville answered.
" Yeah… " Harry replied with raised eyebrows. Harry saw right through what Dumbledore was trying to do. The beloved headmaster wanted his students to not worry about Voldermort's recent public activities.
" Enough Potter! Getting worked up over silly things wouldn't do you any good " Harry mentally sneered to himself.
" I need to get out from this castle…" Harry mentally said to himself.
Harry decided to do some flying to ease himself from troubling thoughts and self-induce stresses. While he was hardly seen flying around with the Gryffindor's quidditch team, Harry always managed to find the time to keep his flying ability top notch. On occasion Harry flew along side the Gryffindor quidditch team. Katie Bell had forced the boy-who-lived to participate in some of the trainings the Gryffindor quidditch team undergone, especially after the Gryffindor players received their Firebolts. Harry's main job was to shape up Ginny Weasley into half the player Harry was. Of course almost any athletes hated to be considered as inferior to another athletes, but Ginny Weasley had no room for such feeling as Harry had pushed her beyond her ability. Ron was furious that his best mate was being too hard on his little sister and amazingly enough Ginny agreed with her brother. Fortunately for Harry, Katie Bell told Ginny and Ron that they could quit anytime if they were not able to measure up to her standard as a captain. Needles to say, Ginny had become the second best seeker after her mentor the boy-who-lived. Harry's other job was to help the new pair of beaters into a decent pair of beaters. Overall, the Gryffindor quidditch team was the most feared team other teams had to play against. The Gryffindor team was feared because of their talents, competitiveness, and most state of the art flying brooms.
If one was to look at the almost dark quidditch pitch, a black dot could be seen moving from one spot to another spot within two seconds interval.
BREAK…………………………………………………….
Later that night a student could be seen sneaking around. The student looked around to make sure nobody was around, then took off running to outside the safety of Hogwarts. The student did not stop running until the edge of the forbidden forest, where a cloaked body was waiting rather impatiently.
" Your late boy! " A woman hissed to the huffed and puffed student.
" I apologize for the delay, Aunt Bellatrix " Draco Malfoy apologized coldly.
Bellatrix Lestrage as quick as batting an eye whipped her wand and cursed Draco Malfoy, " Crucio! " The said boy screamed in pain like there was no tomorrow. His scream would have been heard if it were not for the placed privacy charm surrounding the meeting place.
" Keep in mind that this is your reward for insolence! " Bellatrix Lestrange told her nephew.
" I am sorry " Draco Malfoy wheezed.
" What news of Potter do you have for me? You better have something! " Bellatrix said coldly.
Forcing down a gulp, Malfoy prepared himself as he delivered no news of his enemy, " Potter seem to be doing fine…the attacks seem to have no effects on Potter "
" How exactly do you know this? Master told me that Potter's occlumency ability is that of a master " Bellatrix sneered.
Malfoy wanted to say some smart remarks, but he wanted not the reward of pain. " I tried to provoke him, but he seems to have better control over his emotion. "
" Hmmm…Master believed that Potter would have some sort of breakdown over his little gift…Pity " Bellatrix murmured to herself.
" What of Potter's dueling ability? Has it stayed the same of he has gotten better? " Bellatrix asked.
" Somehow Potter always manages to evade an ambush…AAAAHHHHH " Malfoy stopped in mid-sentence as his aunt had put him under the cruciatus curse again.
" Tried harder boy! " Bellatrix spat as she stopped her curse. Malfoy nodded to show that he understood that failure was not an option.
" Now go! Before I decide to give you more pain " Bellatrix ordered.
As Malfoy readied to run back to his dormitory, two curses flew straight to Bellatrix and Malfoy. Malfoy was stunned, as he was not quick enough to realize that they were attacked. Bellatrix was in the inner circle for a reason, as she managed to conjure a shield to stop the incoming curse her way and sent one of her deadliest curses to the unknown assailant. Death eaters are not known to stick behind if one of their comrades was captured. Every death eater was for herself or himself when the time came to choose. She wanted to apparate immediately the moment she felt a curse sent her way. However, she was not able to apparate away as the unknown assailant had put anti apparation jinx.
" Who's there! Show yourselves! " Bellatrix commanded. The unknown assailant sent another curse, but this time it was a very deadly curse. Bellatrix had no choice but to jump to her left and she retaliated by sending two curses. One curse missed by a long shot, but the other curse managed to do its job. The unknown assailant was no longer unknown as Bellatrix saw her assailant to be standing in the cover of darkness.
" Fancy meeting you again Bellatrix! " The figure said coldly as he stepped out from the darkness.
Bellatrix was startled as she somewhat recognized his cold voice. She silently growled as when she thought that he was about to step into the moonlight, he managed to have darkness fell into his face again.
" Are you scared to show your face… " Bellatrix taunted with her annoying baby-like speech.
The wizard laughed at Bellatrix's attempt to rile him up. " Far from it my dear beloved… " The wizard had to stop his own taunt as Bellatrix sent a silent killing curse his way. The wizard instead of dodging the curse sent his own killing curse directly to Bellatrix's killing curse. Both killing curses ricochet to the left side of the intended recipients, respectively. As soon as both killing curses were parallel to the respective intended recipient, deadly curses flew from both the wizard and Bellatrix.
Bellatrix managed to hit the wizard with bone shattering curse on his non-wand arm. Unfortunately, she also received a curse on her left leg. The curse was no ordinary curse, as it should have been obvious right from the beginning of the duel.
" Wee…baby Longbottom is that you! " Bellatrix said in her baby-like voice, as she finally was able to see his face due to moonlight shined on his face. She had used her baby-like voice to intimidate her assailant the moment she recognized the wizard's face.
Neville gave her his feral smile and said calmly, " In the flesh ". Bellatrix mentally swore to herself, as she was not able to apparate out from the area. During the duel, she tried to cancel Neville's anti apparation jinx. Unfortunately for the fearsome death eater, Neville had put quite bit of power in his anti apparation jinx. With the increase of power in the anti apparition jinx, cancellation of the spell had to be done on the focal point of the jinx. Bellatrix would have been successful, however, if she knew where Neville had put his focal for the anti apparation jinx and not added several more anti apparation jinx in the area.
" You're not thinking of leaving are you? The fun is just started " Neville crowed.
" Awww…Is baby Longbottom flirting with the person responsible for his parents' insanity…." Bellatrix replied.
" I figured it should be appropriate before I have my fun, Bella " Neville mocked.
" You better leave if you do not want to meet your ancestors boy! " Bellatrix threatened seriously. She, of course, knew that the only way she got out alive if she beat the boy, who happened to be different than the boy she met back in the Department of Mystery. Her seriously injured left leg prevented her from running to an area with no anti apparition jinxes. Neville of course had no choice but to finish the duel as he had shown his skills to one of Voldermort's trusted death eaters.
Neville locked Bellatrix's eyes and said, " Only one will come out alive, Bellatrix! " Luckily for the witch, Azkaban had removed most of her sanity as Neville looked in every bit like her.
Bellatrix gave a shrill laugh and said, " Do you honestly think that you have the power to defeat me boy! "
" What do you think, Bellatrix? " Neville said with a smirk and a quick glance to her left leg.
Others might have thought that Bellatrix and Nevile did not feel any kind of pain. This, however, was far from the truth as both were trying very hard not to think about their seriously injured arm and leg. Neville used every bit of hatred he had toward his parents' torturer to block off the pain from his arm. Bellatrix was simply too insane to think about the pain from her left leg.
" Who teach you how to duel like a real wizard, Longbottom? " Bellatrix asked curiously. She wanted to know the one who was responsible for the boy's deadly skill, as this information definitely was worth a fortune.
" Why would I want to tell you? " Neville replied with amusement.
" It seems Potter has been doing something productive, " Bellatrix stated.
" Huh… " Neville replied in confusion.
" Hmmm…whomever is giving you the training obviously know his stuffs " Bellatrix said to Neville.
" It's a she, Bellatrix " Neville corrected her. Bellatrix was caught off guard, as she truly believed that her master's nemesis was the one responsible for Longbottom brat skills.
" Who is this witch you speak of? Tell me and I will spare your life " Bellatrix commanded.
" Right " Neville chuckled. Bellatrix then started the duel again. This time the duel was much more fierce. Each duelist used all kinds of magic to defeat the other. Bellatrix in one wand motion would sent two deadly curses and transfigured spears or knifes from broken branches to Neville. Neville in retaliation would sent Bellatrix a deadly curse and redirected all of her transfigured knifes and spears back to her. All of these amazing things were done in the speed beyond the magical training from Hogwarts.
Through out the duel neither Bellatrix nor Neville gave the other any advantages. Both had gotten more injuries on top of the major injuries each had sustained and both were starting to tire quickly. Bellatrix had her luck when Neville tripped as he tried to roll to his right to avoid her deadly curse and two spears. She immediately sent the killing curse to Neville while he was in midair falling down. Unfortunately for her, Neville managed to apparate in the nick of time. Bellatrix would have a much better chance to dodge or block Neville's curse as he reappeared to her right front side if her left leg was not seriously injured. The tremendous pain she felt when she tried to slightly lean on he left side to block or to retaliate had caused her the briefest opening for Neville. Of course, she never had the time to ponder how the boy was able to do apparition.
" Crucio " Neville sent the same curse that the woman had used to his mother and father. Bellatrix at that moment wished that she had taken off her privacy charm when she had the chance.
" Please…mercy " Bellatrix begged in a hoarse voice shortly after Neville had put her under the pain curse for a full one minute. Neville summoned Bellatrix's wand after he successfully incapacitated her with his very effective pain curse. Of course, he knew that hardly anybody that could withstand one full minute under the cruciatus curse and still was able to utter anything coherent. Neville had been informed by the boy-who-lived that death eaters were subjected rather frequently to many cruciatus curse. Hence, he had decided to put the vile woman under the pain curse for one full minute instead of at most thirty to forty-five seconds. Ironically her imprisonment in Azkaban had helped her to retain her sanity after one full minute under the cruciatus curse.
" Aww is ickle Bellatrix begging for no more pain…. " Neville chuckled emotionlessly.
" Mercy you say! Well here it is…Crucio! " Neville cursed her again. This time however he put Bellatrix under the pain curse for about ten seconds. It was enough to make Bellatrix coughing blood.
" Ple…pleas….mer…please…giv…please give me mercy " Bellatrix wheezed with every ounce of her will power. She knew after looking into the Longbottom's heir facial expression that mercy had never cross his mind. Unfortunately for Bellatrix, regret for what she had done to Frank and Alice Longbottom also had never cross her mind even after being tortured by their son. If only she had regretted, Neville would have given her mercy.
" Crucio! " Neville spat. Bellatrix coughed up some more blood as soon as Neville stopped his curse after five seconds.
Neville locked Bellatrix's eyes and said, " I'm surprise you've never endure this much pain before, considering that you're one of Voldermort's top death eaters…pathetic. "
Bellatrix glared. " Do…don't you dare say his…AAAACHH " She tried to defend her beloved master, but it was a very stupid thing to do. She was immediately under the pain curse for another five seconds.
" What's that you're about to say? " Neville crowed with maniacal glints in his eyes. It was simply amazing to say the least that revenge have made Neville forgotten all the shattered bones in his left arm. One would have said that Neville was as crazy as the tortured woman.
" Not so tough now are you bitch! " Neville snarled as he stepped Bellatrix in her stomach. Consequently, Bellatrix coughed some more blood.
As her last resort for self-preservation, Bellatrix forced herself to say, " Nev… Neville, you…you're parents wouldn't you to be like this " with her most pathetic voice. Her statement would have the desired effect if only she was not the one responsible for the state Frank and Alice Longbottom suffered. All Bellatrix accomplished were two kicks in her ribcage and five seconds under the cruciatus curse.
" How dare you mention my parent! " Nevilled said barely containing his massive rage.
Neville positioned himself to deliver his final blow. " Good bye, Bellatrix…Crucio! "
As the final syllable uttered from Neville's lips, the forbidden forest seemed to silence itself from any nocturnal activities. The forbidden forest and its inhabitants seemed to sense a significant point in one wizard's destiny. They recognized that this was the point in which the test of character for a human being at its highest point. It was the point in which person strength of will power received its many trials. The question of whether one succumbed to his or her darkest desire was what Neville would answer. His answer either earned him an end to a dark chapter in his life or started a new dark chapter in his life.
The moment his curse landed on the already helpless Bellatrix, emotions ran amuck in Neville's heart. He managed to suppress all his other emotions so that his desire to hurt Bellatrix was able to power his cruciatus curse. Deep within, his heart gave a cry of mercy not for Bellatrix but for himself. The mercy that fate refused to give to young Neville when he grew up without the warmness he desired from his mother and father. Neville felt so torn as he maintained the curse, which would rape Bellatrix out of her sanity or at least what was left. With each passing second, Neville felt that his heart emptied itself of warmness it carried. The happy feelings that he thought he would have as he took revenge on the woman responsible for his parent conditions never came. Instead, he felt he slowly became the hollow shell he had seen in his parent's eyes many times. Until now Neville had always imagined that revenge was the solution to how he felt about his parent. He had never thought that with the opportunity right in front of him, his heart lost the build up rage he had accumulated through the years. Hatred rose again in Neville's heart, as he seemed to make the realization that Bellatrix had made him weak. He hated the fact that he had considered giving Bellatrix the mercy she begged earlier. As quickly as his hatred rose, he remembered his vow to his good friend Harry. He vowed that he would help him in anyway he could to fight Voldermort.
" AAAHHHHH….. " Neville yelled in anguish as he stopped himself from making his darkest desire came true. Tears dropped freely from both of his eyes as he looked down upon the woman who was responsible for the life he went through as a child. No longer he felt the need to have his revenge so that he could set his life in order. As a matter of fact, Neville had never been more in peace with himself as soon as he stopped his pain curse from robbing Bellatrix any sanity she had left.
Neville took several deep breaths to calm himself from the turmoil of emotions running around in his very soul.
" Desheema…corrossor " Neville sent two very harmful spells to incoming people the moment he sensed them and apparated himself to another spot with greater chance of winning under his current conditions. Desheema was a spell that designed to decimate anything in its path in accordance to its width. The wider the spell was the more power that had to be spread evenly, hence almost always resulted in a weak power to destroy. The more concentrated or the narrower the width of the spell the more power it had to destroy. Like any other spells, the more power the caster put on this spell the more things it could destroy. Corrossor was a spell that turned the recipient's blood into the lowest level of acid in pH scale. Hence, the recipient of this spell had 30 seconds to apply its counter spell Bassiteum.
The two incoming people had reacted immediately with great reflexes. One was able to conjure a magical shield and the other one was able to sidestep the incoming spell.
" Neville wait! " One of the two people quickly stopped Neville from sending more nasty curses.
" Luna! " Neville recognized the voice. " Yes it's me with Harry " Luna answered. A great sense of relief entered Neville's heart with the arrival of the two people he trusted the most.
" Tsk…Tsk…out of bed after curfew is ground for punishment, " Harry said with a mock of seriousness.
Neville smiled and replied, " I'm doing exactly as what you're doing arse " Without warning Neville dropped to the ground due to exhaustion, but he still maintained consciousness. Both Luna and Harry were immediately beside Neville crouched down.
" Hey…are you alright? " Harry asked seriously.
" Do I look bloody alright to you? " Neville growled.
" To be honest, you look like crap " Harry said. Luna rolled her eyes at the stupidity her male friends were showing.
" Harry, I have two gifts for you " Neville pointed to another two people who were lying on the ground unconscious.