Okay, after facing some technical difficulties, here's the summary: Harry's life is the pits! Picking up where book six left off, comes an anime version of what could happen in book seven. Harry has just found out that he not only has to find Voldemort's Horcruxes, but that he must also complete his seventh year of school and learn how to fight without a wand! As if things wern't bad enough, a missing Hagoromo causes the Chosen One even more trouble and changes him drasticaly...into a girl! Good thing he has a new friend to not only try to change him back, but also find the Horcruxes, keep his curse a secret, and deal with new challenges that face Harry Potter...Like his new suitors! Old charecters brought back, new ones introduced, and YES! Wierd Pairings! HG, HD, HR, HA. So sit back, grab some Ramen, and enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer's Note: (as said by the Pointed Man, "Pointless." sigh) I do not own Harry Potter, or any other manga/anime/ novel that ended up in this thing. Otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn't have died the way he did in book six (Please forgive me if I have offended any die-hard HP fans with the last comment, I always thought that J.K. Rowling would have have him die bravely and willingly.. like Obi-Wan Kanobi!). The story is mine, and I shale exercise my unalienable rights to torture Harry-kun and enjoy doing so! If you don't like it, bite me! (seriousely, please don't hurt me!)
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Chapter Two
Uninvited Guests
The place was decorated with pastel-coloured streamers, and balloons were tied to almost any unused surface. From the look of the decorations, they probably came from the attic, and hadn't been used sense Dudley's seventh birthday party.
"Well, Hello Harry!" said Uncle Vernon in that unnaturally cheerful voice. "And how's the birthday boy?"
Dudley shot Harry a jealous look as he entered the room. Harry had never received such a greeting from Uncle Vernon; it was Dudley who usually received such a hearty salutation. It made him radiate with envy when Harry received the special treatment that, in the past, only Dudley was privileged to. Aunt Petunia noticed her son's expression, and shot him a warning look, as if to say just go along with it, as soon as the cake is finished off, he'll be gone for good.
"Fine," Harry answered automaticly, seating himself opposite of Uncle Vernon.
The meal began with silence that was broken only by febal attempts on the Dursley's part at conversation. Harry tried to keep his answers short, and kept his eyes on Uncle Vernon, whose presence still didn't feel any different from the journey back from the clothing retail. Harry had just finished off his pork chops when the conversation became uncomfortable again.
"So, Harry," said Uncle Vernon heartily, "What plans do you have for your life, now that your a man in the eyes of your kind?"
"Not too sure," said Harry, eyeing him carefully while starting on his mashed potatoes. "Haven't thought about it, really."
"Well, now's the time to consider your options," Uncle Vernon smiled. "What sort of career could you get at your standings? I assume you'll finish school before then."
"Probably a part-time job, for now," said Harry. "I don't think I'll be going back to school."
"Arn't you going to continue your studies?" Vernon inquired. "I remember that large bloke (the one who told you what you were years back) saying that you'd be going to that school for seven years. You've only been there for six, if memory serves me correctly. What caused this decision?"
Harry was beginning to get suspicious at this point. Uncle Vernon had never before taken any interest in Harry's education. If anything, Uncle Vernon did all he could to avoid talking about anything that involved magick.
"Why do you ask?" said Harry suspiciously. Slowly, he inched his hand near his wand, slow enough for Vernon to not notice.
"Just curious," said Vernon. "I would have thought that the change in headmasters would have been a factor, as you seemed to have had a close relationship with the last one."
Harry's state of alertness went to red as Vernon made the last comment.
"I never told you what happened to Professor Dumbledore," said Harry slowly.
"Who were you talking to in your room?" said Vernon, obvious in his efforts that he was trying to change the subject. He still sounded cheerful, but now his presence made Harry feel more threatened. "I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but you've never talked about your friends before."
"Are you okay, Daddy?" said Dudley stupidly.
"Whatever do you mean, son?" Uncle Vernon stated in that unnatural jolly voice. "I'm as fit as ever!"
"I think what Dudley means, Uncle," said Harry as slowly as before, his hand firmly on his wand handle at that point, "is that your not really acting like yourself."
"What do you mean?" Uncle Vernon was now starring at Harry directly. His eyes were completely blank; a tell-tale sign of someone who was under the influence of the Imperius Curse.
"Uncle Vernon has never given a damn about my schooling or my friends," Harry said while rising to his feet. Each syllable rang across the table quietly, but still very distinct. "He's always seen me as a 'freak.' Even though he'd be celebrating the fact that I'm old enough for him to kick me out (and not worry about me coming back), he would never be this nice to me, even if someone held a knife to his throat. The very mention of the words 'magick,' 'broomstick,' or 'Hogwarts,' causes him to explode with anger, too. Why would he suddenly change now?"
Aunt Petunia looked at her husband with a combination of fear and worry on her face, while Dudley scooted his chair away from his father. The reaction on Vernon's face was one of slight surprise.
"Your not him, are you?" confronted Harry.
There was a slight pause, where everyone was looking at Vernon Dursley. Aunt Petunia looked at him with utter horror as his head turned straight down to his chest, as if he knew there was no way to get himself out of this predicament.
Then he started laughing. It started out as a dark chuckle, then it crescendoed into a sinister roar of cold amusement, which rang throughout the entire household. That sound of evil delight was horribly familiar to Harry, who had heard it issue from someone else entirely: Bellatrix Lastrange, Sirius's murderer.
"Looks like you've found me out, little Harry," said the enchantress through Vernon, as his form rose to his feet as well. "Originally, we were supposed to lure you to the Dark Lord through your uncle's kindness, but it seems as if he never showed you any from the start. Oh well."
With amazing speed, Harry whipped out his wand from it's new holster and pointed it directly at Vernon. The front door bursted open, causing Harry to whirl around to face the intruders. Three hooded and masked figures came in, their cloaks dripping from the heavy precipatation, all of them
Harry immediately recognised two of them; The wizard with the silver hand and short stature was at once recognised as Peter Pettigrew, alias Wormtail. The witch, whose dark laughter was synchronised with Vernon's, was Bellatrix. The third person, a wizard, was not instantly identified, but Harry was sure that he would find out soon enough.
"What's this that we have here?" said Bellatrix mockingly. "A little birthday party?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry demanded, knowing subconsciously what the answer was.
Bellatrix let out another evil (and slightly annoying) laugh before she explained herself. "As I said earlier, little Harry, we were supposed to take you to the Dark Lord using your uncle here. As we wern't even able to locate you or your family for the past sixteen years, we had to completely improvise on your uncle's personality was like on a day such as this. From what my nephew has informed us about you, they didn't really like you that much, and they would show delight in you becoming old enough to leave. Then there was that old fool, Dumbledore, who placed that protection spell on you. As I'm sure you knew already, so long as you returned to your aunt's home at least once a year, we could never find you, no matter what we did.
"At midnight last night, we were finally able to locate you, and we immediately sent wizards to try to infiltrate the home as a direct kidnap, but the spell was still strong enough to repel anyone who tried to get in."
As she continued, Bellatrix and her companions began to move towards Harry and the Dursleys, leaving them no means of escape. Harry kept his eye on Bellatrix, but moved himself so that the other two were still within his peripheral vision.
"Because of that technicality," she continued, "we were forced to use enchantments on those inside. However, while your aunt was the prime target (because it was her love that provided the energy for the spell to continue to manifest). She never left the house, so she was no longer an option."
Aunt Petunia's face had complete terror etched in every crease, and Dudley tried to move closer to his mother for comfort. Harry kept his grip on his wand firm, preparing to use any spell that could help him on the intruders; even if it was an Unforgivable Curse.
"That little lard ball," said Bellatrix pointedly, indicating Dudley, "gave us many opportunities to use him instead." Dudley at this point ran straight to his mother, bawling. "However, we found him beating on young muggle children, and deemed him unsuitable for what we needed."
"Is this true? You told me that you were going over to tea with the Polkisses!" said Aunt Petunia, giving her son a stern look as everyone else starred at her (;), her son looking nervously back (;!).
"Can we get on with this?" said the third person, taking off his hood. Harry felt a spasm of pure hatred pulse through every ounce of his being as Severus Snape moved behind Vernon. it was Snape who convinced Dumbledore that he had decided to become a spy for the Order, and it was he who killed Dumbledore when the original assassin, a young Death Eater who was no older then Harry at the time, couldn't do it. Harry shifted himself so that both Bellatrix and Snape were in perfect cursing range.
"Anyway," said Snape, "We decided to use your uncle as a lure, as he was the only one who left the house long enough for us to take over him, and he also gave us the perfect opportunity to learn how he interacted with you. I sincerely doubt he even saw Wormtail blunder through the Men's lavatory when we cursed him. Wormtail wanted us to just have your uncle take you straight to us when you left the muggle shop, but we...convinced him that it would be unwise to do so."
Wormtail had removed his hood by this time, revealing two large throbbing lumps-one right on top of the other-that looked as of Bellatrix and Snape had to have either smacked him with a painful spell, or manually punched him very hard in the same part of his head. Harry would have laughed at his appearance, if it wasn't for the fact that he was going to be fighting for his life if help didn't arrive soon.
"We decided to let you go for the time being, so that we could plan properly how to get you to us, so we let you go for the time . We told the muggle's son to listen to your door, and to inform us (meaning your uncle) if you were communicating, or disappearing, depending upon how quiet your room was. He would come in if it was too quiet. It was to our surprise when the boy told us that you were talking to two other people, whom he could hear as clearly as if they were in the room with you, but couldn't see them. Most unfortunate, he didn'the didn't fully hear the conversation. We naturally assumed that you were probably talking to Granger and Weasley.
"When you came back from your conversation with them, we attempted to coax you into a sense of security, not wanting to use force unless it was deemed necessary (by this time, the spell had warn off completely, and we could have come in whenever we wanted). However, that bumbling fool" said Snape, pointing out Wormtail, "didn't seem to grasp the concept of the lack of closeness to your family, and blurted out the one piece of information that would have had you suspect something."
Snape then pointed his wand at Wormtail, and the silver-handed wizard started screaming and withering in severe pain as the Crutacus Curse was unleashed upon him. Aunt Petunia and Dudley soon started screaming along with him, although not under the same curse, they were still horrified at what they were seeing. Harry didn't know how long Wormtail went through that torture, and couldn't help but empathize with him. Even though Wormtail was the person responsible for the death of Lily and James Potter, Harry knew only too well the pain that the Crutacus Curse felt like. When Wormtail was finally released, he fell to his knees, breathing heavily and wheezing. Dudley was hyperventilating, and Aunt Petunia was crying uncontrollably, holding her over-large son as close to her as she could.
"Anyway," said Bellatrix, now taking over where Snape left off, "we were most fortunate that the enchantments placed to protect you were now expired. Otherwise, we would have probably faced the same complications that we faced at the Ministry. The Dark Lord will be most pleased with us."
With that, she lashed out at Harry with a Binding spell, but he proved to be too quick for her, and retaliated as fast as lightning.
"Sectusempra!" Harry shouted, and Bellatrix shrieked in pain as a huge, bloody gash emerged across her face.
"Get out of here!" Harry bellowed to Aunt Petunia and Dudley, now turning his attention to Wormtail. "Serpensortia!"
A large diamond-back rattlesnake erupted from Harry's wand, glaring at Wormtail with great loathing.
"Don't let him get away, or anywhere near the those two, but don't kill him either," Harry hissed in the eerie language of Parstlemouth, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.Helet out a yell in English as Snape hit himwith a similar purple light, but the spell caused instead what Harry knew to be severe internal damage.
"Don't worry, I won't," the serpent replied, charging at Wormtail with great speed.
"What are you still doing here? RUN!" Harry shouted over the den of noise erupting from everywhere, trying to keep his attention on Snape. Aunt Petunia seized Dudley by the arm and tried dragging him, but it wasn't until Harry sent a Stinging Spell (accidently/on purpose) his way.
'Depulso!' Harry thought, sending the spell non-verbally towards the table. It flew out of the Dursley's pathway, crashing into their kitchen, and they both immediately seized the opportunity to escape. Bellatrix rose back to her feet, her face bloody and contorted with pure anger.
"I don't think so!" she hissed, seemingly pointing her wand at them. Petunia pulled her son down with her, shielding him with her body. When nothing seemed to have happened, the two of them immediately started again with there escape.
At the same time, Harry was struggling with Snape in a furious battle of magic. Harry always hated duelling with Snape, only because he was accomplished at Ligilemancy, or the ability to "read" minds. For every spell Harry threw at him, Snape always retorted with an appropriate counter-attack. Harry only countered his moves by pure instinct. He even tried to use an Unforgivable Curse, but, as usual, Harry couldn't do it.He did manage to catch Snape of guard once or twice with dangerous (but still very legal) spells, but that was only because he changed his mind on what spell to use in mid-cast.
Snape finally cornered him by sending a Blasting spell at Harry, causing him to hurl through the air and into the wall. Aunt Petunia's precious china shattered and crashed to the floor, and Harry felt the crushing blow as Snape threw himself upon him. The pain of the spell Snape used on him first was beginning to take it's toll on him, when he heard Bellatrix's shouts. With all his might, Harry took careful aim under Snape's arm, and shouted "Impedamenta!"The spell struck her, leaving her stuck pointing her wand at where Aunt Petunia and Dudley were standing. Snape finally turned his attention away from Harry, to see what he did, while Harry's attention was drawn to his uncle, who was now heading to the cutlery. That's when he saw Bellatrix's true intentions.
"AUNT PETUNIA! DUDLEY! BEHIND YOU!"
It was only a moment too late however, as Vernon Dursley grabbed a nearby kitchen knife and charged at his family. He missed Dudley, but caught Aunt Petunia in a head-lock, knife aimed at her throat. Harry saw an opportunity.
"Orbis!" Harry choked, His wand aimed at Snape's gut.
Snape was sent flying, then spiralling into the floor. Maybe you should have paid more attention thought Harry savagely, remembering the first thing Snape had said to him in his first Potions lesson.
"Incarcerous!" Shouted Wormtail, pointing his wand at Dudley. Ropes came out of nowhere, and bound him tightly where he stood. The rattlesnake went after the wizard again, missing his face by only a few centimetres and sinking it's deadly fangs into what remained of the table. When it finally released the chunk of wood, it started at him again. By this time, Snape was no longer under the Orbis Charm, and immediately retaliated.
"Langlock!" Snape bellowed.
"Protego!" Harry retorted, sending the spell ricocheting towards Wormtail. He gaged and went back to all fours, causing his serpentine pressure flying over him and biting the sofa in the other room.
"Jeez, this is getting tiring!" hissed the snake, releasing the sofa and resuming the chase.
"Stupaf-"Harry started, aimed at Wormtail.
"Langlock!"
Harry was hit with what felt like a tennis ball in his back, and his tongue was glued immediately to the roof of his mouth. He gaged for a few minutes, realising to his horror that he was put at a huge disadvantage; he was still not the best at non-verbal spells, and couldn't throw anything at Snape without him knowing what he was thinking. He immediately started trying spells on himself to free his tongue.
'Finate Incantainum!'thought Harry desperately. 'Finate Incantainum! Finate Incantainum!' The spell didn't have any effect on Snape's.
"Don't try anything rash, Potter," said Snape, breathing heavily from there confrontation. He had received the same Sectusempra spell that Bellatrix got, although his wasn't any worse by far. His wounds did, however, stretched from his face to his waist. He also had angry red sores on his arm, where he had Harry inthe head-lock only minutes before. Harry himself could feel the break in his ribs, and was as coated in his own blood as Snape was.
"Yes," said Bellatrix, who was now regaining control of her body. "Not unless you want her to die."
Harry was so busy with Snape that he didn't notice his Aunt's screams as her husband started brushing the sharpened side of the blade against her neck.
"Come with us," said Bellatrix softly, "and I'll promise you that we'll let her go. Defy us..."
Vernon pressed the point of the blade against her skin, causing her to give an audible sharp intake of breath, and her sobs to become louder.
Harry looked at Bellatrix Lastrange, and then to Snape, loathing burning through every ounce of his existence. There was nothing that he could do, and Harry despised this feeling of helplessness that coursed through his heart.
"Put down the wand, Little Harry,"teased Bellatrix. "Otherwise..."
'FINE! YOU WIN!' Harry shouted in his mind. Despite the fact that his aunt, uncle, and cousin would have wanted to see him die long ago, Harry never wanted any harm to come to them. No one deserved to go through something like this, and Harry wanted to stop it if he could. He gave Petunia a pitiful look, as if to say 'I'm sorry for causing all this', and he slowly got down to his knees, and began to lay his wand out before his captors.
Then he saw it.
'Levicorpus!' Harry thought with all his might, and Bellatrix, who did not expect this at all, found her whole world turned upside-down while Harry made a break for the unblocked stair way.
'Diffindo!' Harry shouted in his head while passing Dudley, and the ropes fell apart instantly. Dudley immediately got up, and started running through the house for safety.
"STOP HIM!" Bellatrix screeched, dangling helplessly from her ankles by an invisible force, pointing at Harry as he ran up the stairs for his life. There are two emotions thatmost people either don't aknowledge, take for granted, or are otherwise seen as signs of weakness. Theycan easilytake over andcompleatly change a person; those feelings areanger and fear. At that moment, Harry was overcome withan overwhelming sensation of fear that Harry couldn't stand; The fear that he wouldn't get to where he could get help; the fear that his remaining relatives would diehorribly; the fear that he, Harry, would die just as painfully, if not worse. It was the fear that a child feels when they see something truely scary. Then that fear was replaced ba a different shade of fear. A fear of, if Harry did die, that Voldemort would continue his reign, thateveryone who had ever opposed him would die as well. A fear that something terrible would happen to Ron, Hermione, or Ginny. The thought of Ginny and his friends, the fear for their safety, was what pushedHarry on, was what kept him from compleatly succumingto the other, more damageing fear. In his mind, he kept one thought very much clear. He needed to get help at all costs.
Harry made it into his room and locked the door manually, then thought, 'Coloportus!'
Harry had his back to the door, panting, looking around his room. When he saw his littered desk, and the cage that was occupied by his snowy owl, Headwig, he ran towards it and immediately started looking for a quill and a spare piece of parchment, while one of theintruders began pounding on the door.
"I warned you not to be rash, Potter!" came Snape's voice tauntingly. "I swear, your possibly even more stupid then James! Now come here at once, before I loose my patience any further!"
Harry ignored his threats, and as Snape tried hexing the door, Harry scrawled frantically,
Death Eaters are here! Uncle Vernon under Imperius Curse. Can't hold them off by myself. Please send help!
-Harry
When Harry was finished, he released Hedwig, who zoomed out in a flurry of feathers. She seemed to see the dire circumstances of what was happening, and held her leg out for the note while Harry eyed the door, which was creaking and snapping from Snape's efforts to get in. Harry tried tying the note to his owl's leg, but his hands for some reason started shaking and wouldn't work properly to do the job. Adrenaline was pumping through Harry's veins, causing his heart to race. After the third attempt to secure the letter, smoke started coming from under the door, and Hedwig, seeing her master's distress, grabbed the note with her claws (accidentally scratching Harry's hand in the process) and flew out the window as soon as Harry opened it. As she soared off into the distance, the door, prooving Harry's lack of skill at non-verbal, finally bursted open, which shouldn't have done so for another five minutes, normally. Snape looked both angered and amused in a sick, twisted way.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape bellowed. Harry lept out of the window, the spell missing him by a few inches.
He landed in Aunt Petunia's roses with a horrible crashing sound, and a sharp pain rang through his body as he felt sis right leg sprain severely. Snape saw this, and as Harry got up gingerly, trying to untangle himself from the thorns that were sinking into his clothes and flesh, Snape Apperated in front of him, his wand glowing threatingly as Harry's heart increased horribly again.
Harry scrambled out of the rose bush just in the nick of time; had he had been in there for another second, he would have been ignited along with the plant. Harry's leg kept shooting signals of pain with each step Harry took, but his beating heart and the fear that was pumped along with the rest of his blood helped him ignore it as he dodged more curses. He managed to get over the mediam wall and into the front yard as Snape lasted the wall away. Realizing that Harry was too fast a runner for him to catch up, Snape Apperatedin frontofHarry,causing him to take a detor. He tripped over a brick from the wall,and crashedonto the roofed patio.
'Periculum Maxima!' Harry screamed in his mind, aiming his wand at the patio roof, and hoping against hope that the newly learned version of the Signalling Charm would work. Sure enough, instead of red sparks, the spell emitted a brilliant, blinding beam of red light from Harry's wand tip that shot through the solid roof, demolishing it, and rising upwards for several miles. The rainstorm seemed to dispurse when the beam went through it, reachingtoward the heavens.Every muggle on Privit Drive, and every other nearby street, was now either stepping outside of the safety of their homes to see the conflict, or otherwise calling the police and the news stations while watching the scene from their windows.
Snape had now lost his patience.
"Crucio!" Snape screamed. Harry rolled on his side, but heard the screams and yells of pain from one of the muggle spectators. When the rest of the street saw her shriek and her body go spastic out of pure torture, anarchy spread throughout the small community, reminding Harry of the Death Eater attack at the Quidditch World Cup, and the calamity that came with it. Snape then started sending Flame-Throwing spells everywhare, igniting anything and anyone that got in his wand's pathway. It was obvious that Snape had no regard for hitting a muggle, or anyone else, so long as Harry was the eventual target. 'Just as you had no regard for your old schoolmates when you spied on the prophecy' Thought Harry through gritted teeth.
"So you know about that, Potter?" said Snape with pure malice in his voice.
'How couldn't I, you bastard?' Harry retorted in thought. 'Both you and Pettigrew are the reasons why I had to live in this Hell-hole for most of my life! And guess what! Your also the reasons why your "Master" has such a fear of me!'
Harry was now realising that he was begining to regain use of his tongue, and his ability to fight properly.
"SHUT UP!" Snape screeched. "EXPELLIARMUS!"
Harry's wand flew out of his hands, and out into the mob of terrified muggles. Harry swore in his head, then tried making a break for it again.
"Cruci-!"
"HARRY!"
Out of nowhere, Dudley came flying out the door, grabbing Snape by the neck from behind. Snape tried to throw the heavy-set boy off of him, with no luck. Dudley grasped Snape's wrist and squeezed as hard as he could. For the first time, Harry was greatful that Dudley had gotten involved with boxing and wrestling, as Snape was forced to drop his wand. As Harry dived for the wand, Dudley shouted, "Can get Dad back to normal?"
"Just keep hold of him!" said Harry, greatful for the ability to talk again. "I'll tryand save them if I can!"
And with that, Harry ran back into the house. He knew that Dudley was risking his life right now, and that if help didn't arrive soon, Voldemort was sure to arrive soon because ofhis signal.
"Potter!" yelled Wormtail, charging at him with Snake close behind him.
"Locomotor Mortis!" Harry yelled, and Wormtail's legs locked themselves together. The Diamond-back rattlesnake finally seized it's screaming victim with it's long fangs, sinking them deep into Wormtail's shoulder.
"I thought I told you NOT to kill him!" Harry yelled in Parstletongue.
"Mwewax, ma'," said the snake with a mouthful if Wormtail, who's eyes swirled from the shock. The snake spit him out to talk clearer, "I already released all of my poison before I bit him, or didn't you see me bite into all those disgusting, non-living items?"
"Oh," said Harry, feeling slightly taken aback (;).
"Behind you!" Shouted the snake.
Harry had moved just in time to avoid Vernon's charge at him with the knife. Evidently, Aunt Petunia had blacked out from the pressure of Uncle Vernon's head-lock, and Bellatrix (who was still hanging by her ankles) didn't see the need in holding a hostage that Harry (in her mind) didn't seem to care about. Harry didn't want to use any offensive magic on Vernon, but didn't see the choice.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, and Vernon fell, senseless.
"Oppugno!"
Out of nowhere, Harry's summoned Diamond-back lept from its first victim and seized Harry by his gut, then wrapped around the boy's neck and body. Gasping for air, glasses askew, Harry dropped Snape's wand and tried to remove the reptile from his throat, but the snake only wrapped itself tighter.
"Looks like the fun ends here, Potter," said Snape as he walked back into the destroyed house and retrieved his wand. Apparently, Snape was able to fight Dudley off, as Harry glanced over to a half-blurred, half clear lump that was Dudley, lying on the patio floor.
"And for your information, Potter," Snape hissed in Harry's ear, "The Dark Lord fears no one. Crucio!"
Harry screamed and withered in the all-too-familiar sensation of being stabbed by a thousand white-hot knives all over his body. The snake didn't seem to feel it though, as it's grip tightened as Harry thrashed and seased in pain.
When Harry was finally released from the Cruciatus Curse, the snake finally removed itself from him, as Harry's world began to darken. There was nothing that he could do now, and he knew it. Harry would probably be taken to Voldemort, and the Dursleys would be tortured and killed, just for fun. Harry heard Bellatrix drop as Snape released her from his spell, and felt himself lifted carelessly, as one of them carried him away.
Suddenly, everything haulted. There was a female voice, saying something in a language that Harry couldn't understand, and the next thinghe knew, he was thrown back, along with the other Death Eaters, and crashed into the stairs. He heard them Dissaperate, and then the sounds of someone running towards him.
"Are you okay?" said the female voice. It was light andsweet, rather like a nightengale's; Harry had never heard a voice like that from anything human.
"Wha-?" Harry mumbled. All he could see was the outline of a girl, probably no older then he was, standing over him. He couldn't see her face clearly, but he did see that she had very long, (almost fluffy) lurid pink hair that hung loose around her sholders.
"Don't worry," said the girl, propping Harry's head properly. "Help's on it's way; I saw some people from the Order of the Phoenix coming this way when you sent that signal."
"Was that-?" Harry muttered.
"Shhh," she whispered softly, placing a gental hand on his head. "You and your family will be fine. Just wait here for help to arrive."
And with that, Harry thought no more.
How in the name of the Shikon-no-Tama could I be so mean to Harry? And he hasn't even gotten to the good stuff yet! Don't worry, Don't panic hyperventalates into a paper bag, calms down . Harry'll be fine (at least for now lets out an evil laugh that would scare Voldemort> ) Hay, I didn't know that this chapter would turn out to be so violent, so don't kill me just yet! What an ending for it, though! Wait, spoke too soon. sorry! FYI: You can skip the Bonus chapter if you want, it's only what happens to Death Eaters after the fight, but the definations somehow ended up down there, so if you don't want to read it, just scroll down to the definations. BTW; Here's my thanks to Vampire 911 (a.k.a. Yami), Dragon Man 180, and Jedi Mistress 1990 for your reviews! I'm glad that you liked it, and don't worry, there'll be more anime in the near future! YES! There is finally something that I did right! does the Yaoi Happy Dance> More Otaku action on the way, so stick around for our next episode- I mean, chapter! gives a Sailor Moon-type pose> Arigato! P. S. Please review!