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The uproar this statement caused was tremendous. Students screamed and dove under the tables for protection, and the teachers jumped to their feet wands pointed at the Deatheater.
"Stupefy!" They all cried together. But to their, and the students utter amazement, a powerful shield erected itself and blocked the spells.
The shimmering shield formed a large rectangular box around the Deatheater.
"As you can probably tell, your spells cannot penetrate my shield. Mine, however, can. And unless you hand over Harry Potter, I will start killing every one of your precious students." The Deatheater snarled at Dumbledore.
"You will not touch a hair on Harry's or any other child's head!" Dumbledore bellowed, trying, and failing, to again stun the Deatheater.
"You won't hand over the boy? Fine, have it your way." His wand snapped around to face a terrified group of Ravenclaw's huddled together. "AVADA KEDA..."
"STOP!" Harry's voice bellowed from in front of the Deatheater.
Voldemort's follower turned and lowered his wand. "Looks like Mr. Potter has decided to give himself up. How very Gryffindor of you. One inch closer and I blast you into the next century." His statement effectively stopped Harry's hand from moving any closer to his wand.
"You touch that boy and you will regret it!" Dumbledore snapped, striding toward the barrier. However when he tried to pass through he was thrown back into the head table.
"As you can see Albus, the shield is only allowed Potter and myself a safe passage through it. Did I forget to mention that before?" The Deatheater chuckled cruelly as he watched the teachers help the Headmaster up.
All the teachers shouted similar threats to the Deatheater, about harming Harry as Dumbledore had. The Deatheater only laughed.
Greg Talon watched the Deatheater with great dislike. Greg knew he could probably break down the shield, so could Harry and Jessica, but he also knew that Harry needed to do this on his own. To find out what other powers he had yet to discover, and to prove to himself that he could.
Jessica also understood Harry's need to do this on his own. To make the Deatheater pay for the loss of his family, at his masters hands.
"Now Potter, my master has ordered you dead, and I fully intend to deliver." To Harry's, and everyone else's surprise, the Deatheater put away his wand. Harry dropped his hands to his sides, relaxing, yet still preparing himself for what was to come. "I have taken a different route then trying to fight you magically. In the past you have always come out on top. So I have decided to pit you against the rarest and deadliest of all beasts. Unfortunately for you I have complete control over this animal and it cannot be harmed by magical attacks of any kind. So I'm afraid your wand will be useless."
Harry gulped and looked to Jessica, who looked just as anxious about this situation as he did. She shook her head, not knowing what to do anymore then he did. Harry chanced a glance at Greg and found him curious as to what the Deatheater was talking about.
"Scared Potter, just as yellowed bellied as your parents were I suppose."
Harry's eyes filled with rage and a strange sensation seemed to fill the room, almost as if his anger was manifesting itself into some kind of scary power.
"Don't you dare talk about my parents, your not worthy of it. Bring on your little friend, but when I'm done with it, you and I are going to settle a few things." Harry spat as his magic seemed to whip around him like a wind.
The Deatheater seemed shocked for a second before regaining his composure and whistling loudly.
The Great Hall was filled with a loud and eerie howl. Harry gulped and faced the doors. Whatever it was was coming strong and quickly. Harry was seriously considering making a break for it as another bone chilling howl filled the castle.
The Deatheater stepped aside and the students gasped as a huge wolf bounded into the room. But this was no ordinary wolf, he was at least twice the size of a regular wolf, and his bright orange eyes glowed eerily. The pure black of his fur, with his strange eyes seemed to make the wolf more ominous. Around the Wolf's neck was a gold chain, a large green amulet attached to it. The amulet glowed just like the Wolf's eyes did, only a green color.
"A Fire Wolf!" Harry breathed in awe. He had read many things about these strange animals, in Greg's library, but never before had he seen one up close. Fire Wolves were supposed to be close to extinction, with less then ten all around the world. Unfortunately all of those Wolves were male and unable to reproduce by themselves.
Hagrid seemed just as awed by the wolf as Harry was, "Blimey, dat's a Fire Wolf. Der supposed ter be extinct," he whispered.
"Well Potter, you've proven yourself many times. But let's see if you can handle one of the most dangerous of beasts." The Deatheater said.
"Wait!" Harry said trying to think quickly, "You're not going to give me a weapon of some kind! You expect me to fight this thing with my bare hands!". "What should I do?" he asked himself. To his great surprise someone answered.
"Destroy the amulet, young one. Do that and I promise not to hurt you or your fellow classmates."
Harry blinked then shook his head in confusion. "Say what?" he thought using the catch phrase he had heard Jessica use several times. The Deatheater laughed, "I don't fight fairly, Potter. You get no weapon; it will make my job of killing you all the more easier." He laughed cruelly. "Any last words, Potter?"
"The amulet, child, it is what means he uses to control me. Break it and I will be free and eternally grateful."
It was then that Harry realized it was the Wolf talking to him telepathically. He knew he must destroy the amulet and set the Wolf free. He had only one chance, but it would mean revealing to the school and Voldemort that he was an Animagus. It was a risk Harry knew he would have to take.
"Any last words, Potter?" The Deatheater snapped again.
"Yeah," Harry started, "Screw you."
"ATTACK!" The Deatheater snarled angrily.
The Wolf charged at Harry, screams filled the hall, as everyone realized the Boy-Who-Lived, would live no more.
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