Return Of The Elemental
Chapter 18 – A New Elemental
Harry woke at around 7:30am, he admonished himself for not training, but easily forgave himself when he caught sight of Hermione, who was still asleep, nestled in between the warm covers of their bed. He expected her to be out for at least another day yet so he kissed her on her nose and got ready for another day of classes.
As he was brushing his teeth he thought about Hermione and her Elemental abilities. He figured that he would have to make a staff for her as well. His thoughts took him back to the day that he created his staff and the incantation to conceive it. He then wondered if Hermione would be out for 3 months like him but quickly dismissed the thought, there wasn't much chance of Hermione getting a Gold power stone like himself.
Probably a Red or Green stone most likely, thought Harry. He then checked his mark on his cheek, got dressed and left their dormitory and headed down to breakfast with his fellow Gryffindors. When he arrived in the great hall, he arrived once again that year to students pointing and whispering at and about him. He sighed dejectedly.
'Its just cause you weren't here yesterday.' A welcome voice said from behind him. He turned around and smiled at his friends.
'Where's Hermione?' Crystal asked from beside Ron.
'Oh, she's just a little tired.' Harry answered as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. Ron sat down beside him and nudged his ribs.
'Tired ey, I wonder how that happened?' He said with a wink. His wink turned into a wince as Crystal's hand slapped him up the side of his head.
'Get your head out of the gutter Weasley.' Crystal said without looking at them, spooning porridge into her mouth.
'Ouch, woman can you please stop abusing me?' Ron whined. Crystal pulled a face as though she were thinking about it and then lashed her hand outward and smacked Ron on the other side of his head.
'No, I don't think I will.' She then turned to the newly arrived Parvati and Lavender and commenced there morning gossip sessions.
'Mental that one.' Ron grumbled, and then pulled everything within reach to his plate and began eating like there was no tomorrow.
'Dof eget wegot tainnite.' Ron said through a mouthful of food.
'I won't. Hey, how did you get the pitch this week? I thought Ravenclaw and Slytherin would have had it all booked up since there the ones playing this weekend.' Harry asked curiously. Ron swallowed and then just shrugged his shoulders.
'I don't know we just are, so bring that broom of yours down and we will all be happy.'
'Righto, calm down. Ah bugger it,' Harry said whilst watching people leave for there first class. 'I've got potions first and then I've got, oh wait, then we've got Herbology, no hang on you don't do Herbology do you?'
'No I don't do Herbology, I dropped that after 5th year, I do: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, CoMC, Divination and Muggle Studies. What do you do?' Ron asked whilst hooking into more food.
'Since when do you do muggle studies?' Harry asked.
'The year after you left, blame it on my dad and Hermione. My dad wanted me to do it cause he thought it would be fascinating and Hermione told me to do it cause I was only doing five subjects and she thought a Prefect should be doing more courses than that, so I chose muggle studies. Now tell me what you're doing.'
'Well I'm doing: DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, CoMC and that's it. Anyway I'll catch you at lunch.' Harry then left the confines of the free flowing airy hall for the musty, old, dirty dungeons. He arrived just before the bell and sat down at his and Hermione's usual spot, he started pulling out all his potions equipment whilst Snape charged into the room from his office, ordering silence with just his presence.
'I have marked your essays on the effects of Moon stone in the potion, Slombarai. When I call your name come to the front and collect your work.' Snape then went through the classes names until he called out Hermione's.
'Miss Granger. Miss Granger. Fine, that's a fail for Miss Granger. Mister Malfoy.' Harry quickly leapt out of his seat and ran to the front of the class just as Draco stepped up to collect his essay. He completely forgot about this essay and thought of were he had put it.
Oh shit, its still in my bag, thought Harry. The class stared at him as he 'Acciod' his bag to him from the back, hitting Crabbe and Goyle on the way. He rummaged through his bag, found his essay and thumped it down on the table. Snape looked at Harry before smirking and taking out a quill, inking it and then writing a big T on the front of his paper.
Harry smiled grimly.
'Thank you professor.' He then grabbed both his and Hermione's work and retreated back to his seat. As he sat back down Snape stood up.
'Nearly all of you passed with Acceptable's, with a certain few getting Outstanding's and only two people failing.' With saying that he looked over at Harry who was still smiling. It perturbed him a bit but he continued with the class staggeringly.
Harry just sat through the rest of the lesson silently, mockingly smiling at Snape the entire class. As soon as the bell rang he packed his bag slowly and was one of the last students to leave. He held the door open and called over his shoulder.
'Good bye professor Snape.' Then slammed the door and made his way to Herbology, where he had a very uneventful lesson, except for when Hannah Abbott got saved from a Tollongollon Rose by Neville, the class went rather smoothly.
He skipped lunch and apparated up to his and Hermione's rooms to check up on the Head Girl. Hermione was still sleeping peacefully, some colour was also coming back to her cheeks which meant she would be awake. He patted her hair and apparated to the Transfiguration classroom, arriving just before the bell ended.
'Mr Potter, how nice of you to drop by, I take it Miss Granger will not be attending class today?' Professor McGonagall asked kindly, already missing her favourite student.
'No ma'am.' Harry replied, taking a seat.
'Very well, in that case I will be your partner for today,' She then addressed the whole class. 'Today we will continue on with animal transfiguration, split in to pairs and begin.' She then beckoned Harry forward to the front of the class.
'Now Mr Potter, I wanted to ask you if you could transfigure me into a white tiger first using the normal wizard spell work and then turn me, by using your own magic's, how does that sound?' Professor McGonagall asked almost girlishly, she had wanted to be transfigured by Harry ever since she was told the effects that took place with Hermione.
Harry called for his staff and stepped back, smiling at his head of house as he did. He raised his weapon with the gold stone pointed directly at McGonagall.
'Transux Ada.' Harry said clearly and then watched as McGonagall turned into a white tiger, it wasn't the most impressive tiger ever but it did its job since it was Harry's first try at the spell, if it wasn't for his Elemental abilities he probably would have been struggling like the rest of the class to do the task. He waited a while then flicked his staff and turned his professor back.
'Very good Mr Potter, now do it the other way.' McGonagall said with excitement in her voice.
'Hytomis Chanais.' The white beam of magic then hit McGonagall square in the chest, the next moment a huge white tiger was crouched low where the professor stood previously. The huge feline the stretched lazily and held up one paw for inspection, it then slashed its paw through the air, extending the claws as it did so. The tigers whiskers then twitched as it looked around the classroom and saw all the other students trying to complete the set task. Its eyes stayed on one pair especially, and then with splendid grace and breath taking speed, the massive tiger ran at Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy who were both talking in the corner of the room, not bothering to even do the task. As soon as they saw McGonagall, both screamed like girls and ran out of the classroom.
Harry and the rest of the class laughed as they watched on, professor McGonagall then trotted back over to Harry, who took the initiative to turn the animal back to its original state.
When she had straightened herself back up, Minerva McGonagall was smiling like the cat she was.
'20 points to Gryffindor Mr Potter. I don't think I have to worry about you anymore, feel free to spend the rest of the lesson how you like, but do some practice with Miss Granger on the normal spell.' She then started going round the room and checking pairs whilst Harry watched Ron and Crystal try to transfigure themselves. It was a double period and Harry was glad when the bell finally rang, he was just getting a little bored and irritated watching his classmates failing to transfigure each other. He quickly called his staff and left to Hermione's bedside where the girl was sitting up and drinking coffee by the looks of it.
'Hello my little owl.' He greeted warmly. Hermione smiled at him, even though it looked a little pained.
'Hello my evil torturer,' she then saw his mark and burst into worried mode automatically. 'Oh Harry, what happened to your cheek?'
'Oh we just went out into the forest today, I guess I must have clipped a branch or something. Now what about you, are you still sore?' He asked quickly to change the subject.
'A little, my head is what hurts the most.'
'Aww, it's probably all the information you had to process. I knew your little brain wouldn't be able to handle it all.' Harry said jokingly. Hermione didn't find it very funny and showed her amusement by lifting her hand and using her newly acquired Air powers to blow Harry off the bed and halfway across the room. Harry got up laughing and then ran and jumped back on the bed.
'You did it, it worked. This is brilliant Hermione.' He then leapt on top of her and started kissing any part of her face he could, all the while Hermione was giggling and squirming trying to make Harry's job harder. She finally got fed up with Harry and placed both of her hands under his stomach then pushed out through her fingers and levitated him above her.
'You must be the quickest learner I've ever known.' Harry gushed. Hermione beamed at his praise. 'Now all we need to do is make your staff and see what power stone you get. I think we will wait for a few more days yet though, you need a bit more rest I'd say.' Hermione was smiling but quickly stopped when she heard Harry mention making a staff.
'Harry I don't want a staff if it is going to make me sleep for 3 months. Cant I just use my hands and wand?' She pleaded, Harry couldn't help but laugh at her.
'Don't worry, you wont be out for 3 months, the only reason I was is because I had, well, I had to much power I guess and that made me take an extended sleep, but I'm pretty sure you wont have a gold stone, you'll probably end up getting a green or red stone. There the next two highest after Gold, Silver and Blue. And to answer your other questions, yes you could keep using your hands, but using a staff amplifies your magic more, and you can forget about your wand altogether, there's just no way that your wand could hold your power now.' Harry finished proudly. Hermione had another question.
'Will I go through a change like you did, I mean, an Elemental change?'
'Hmm, you know… I think you might. I'm not really sure, we're just going to have to wait and find out.'
Three days later brought the dawn of the weekend, and with it, the day Hermione would make her staff. She and Harry were enjoying a weekend sleep in their huge warm bed when Emmeris and Hedwig flew through the open window, Emmeris landing on their headboard and Hedwig flying to Hermione with the Weekend Prophet.
Hello you two, what have you been doing? Harry asked.
Oh you know, this and that, that and this. Emmeris replied imperiously.
Fine, be a cheeky little feather duster. Harry said and then ducked as a bluish, greenish wing swung down and clipped his hair.
Thank you Hedwig, Hermione mind spoke and then opened her paper and added. Harry stop teasing Emmeris. Then ducked beneath the papery sheets and emersed herself in this weeks news.
Harry crossed his arms and whined annoyingly at being treated unfairly whilst Hedwig and Emmeris laughed in both their heads, Harry was sure he heard Hermione adding her own chuckles as well.
Fine, if that's the way it's going to be, then I know a certain girl who's not getting a staff. Harry mocked, the mind conversation between the four of them stretching on. Hermione threw down the paper and jumped on Harry.
Listen Mr Potter, if you don't let me get my staff, I am going to get very cross and I don't think you would like to see me cross, would you? Hermione growled.
She's right Harry, when she's cross she can kick up quite a temper. Just ask Fred and George. Hedwig said fondly, remembering the memory.
Why, what happened Hedwig? Harry said opening a path in Hermione's hair so he could look at his familiar.
Hedwig, I swear I will never talk to you again if you tell. Hermione said, propping herself on top of Harry and looking at the snowy owl. Hedwig just shrugged her wings dismissively and began her tale. Hermione slumped forward again in embarrassment and defeat, landing once again on Harry.
It was at the end of 6th year, Hermione and I had once again left Hogwarts without word from you, and well, I was still quite sad, I knew Hermione was too but she had to wear a brave face for the others. Anyway I'm getting off topic, we split form the Weasley's at Platform 9 and ¾, and went back to her home with her parents-. Harry cut in, forgetting to use mind speech.
'Hermione, your parents, do they know about us, I mean, getting engaged?' Harry said frantically. Hermione lifted her head and smiled.
'Of course silly, I told them the day we came back from Australia. They were quite excited, they got married young as well, did I tell you that? Anyway, Mum said she can't wait to meet you, she feels as though she already knows you. My dad sounded a little cross, he's old fashioned you see and he wanted you to ask him if you could marry me before I said yes.' Harry gulped audibly.
'Maybe we can visit them tomorrow?' Hermione asked hopefully. Harry nodded, not even realising he was doing it.
Great now we got that all sorted out let me get back to my story, now where was I, ah yes. We had been back home for three weeks when Hermione received an invitation to spend a couple of weeks at the Burrow. Hermione accepted and left for the Weasley's the very next day. It was on her third day at the Burrow that Fred and George decided to prank our dear Hermione. They had come across a pair of Hermione's unmentionables and had put them in Mr Weasley's underwear draw. The next morning Hermione was frantic, she was going around her and Ginny's room like a tornado, looking for her lost, hem hem, G-string. She gave up hope and went down to breakfast where Mr Weasley was shifting on his seat uncomfortably. The morning was going well till Mr Weasley commented on his new pair of underwear to Mrs Weasley. Saying how smooth they were, but how they didn't really hold his hairy bean bag in place. Mrs Weasley then asked him what colour they were and what he had said, not knowing what a hairy bean bag was. The only one at the table who did was Hermione, who was blushing madly. Mr Weasley told them it was a term he heard a muggle use once, something about being uncomfortable or something like that, anyway he then said that the underwear he was wearing was pink. Well, Hermione then jumped up and rounded on Fred and George who were giggling between themselves. She then roared at them about taking her knickers and used accidental magic and turned there hair pink and purple. She then chased them round the house the rest of the day.
I must say it was quite funny to see everyone's reactions. Mr Weasley apologised profusely to Hermione who just told Mrs Weasley to burn her garment and never talk about the day again. Hedwig finished with a ruffle of her feathers. Harry and Emmeris were both laughing at the story and Hermione's face which was scarlet.
Oh, shush up. She yelled finally. Hedwig and Emmeris took the cue and flew back out to the Hogwarts grounds, leaving Harry still laughing and Hermione still scowling. After Harry relaxed a little he sat back up and threw one arm over Hermione and held her close.
'I wasn't laughing at you sweet. I was laughing at Mr Weasley and all pureblood wizards alike. Stop looking like that, a scowl doesn't suit your face. I know, I get you breakfast in bed, that will make you feel better wont it? Dobby, Clatey.' Seconds later two little house elves appeared at Harry's side.
'Harry Potter sir, Clatey has been hoping she would be able to see her hero again, is there anything Clatey can do for you and Miss Hermy?' The over excited elf asked but before Harry could answer Dobby clicked his fingers and a tray of everything he wanted for Hermione appeared.
'Dobby, that's brilliant, how did you know what I wanted?' An amazed Harry asked.
'You are to kind to poor Dobby, Harry Potter sir, Dobby is just doing his job, and it is Dobby's job to know what masters will want. Does Harry Potter sir want anything else for himself or Miss Hermy?' His huge eyes bulged hopefully.
'No thank you Dobby that should be all, you and Clatey are too good to me. Would you like to sit down and have some breakfast with us?' Harry asked innocently. He regretted saying it as soon as he saw Dobby and Clatey break down and cry.
'What's wrong Dobby, Clatey?' Hermione asked over Harry's shoulder. Dobby answered.
'Harry Potter sir and Miss Hermy are too good to Dobby and Clatey, with your permission, Dobby can blow his nose and leave.' Harry just nodded dumbly and watched as both Dobby and Clatey blowed there noses on oversized hanky's and left with two soft 'Pops'. Harry stared at the spot where they had stood for a few seconds before levitating the tray to him and muttering about crazy house elves.
He buttered a piece of toast and then spread some strawberry jam on top of it and handed it to Hermione who accepted the toast graciously by giving Harry a chaste kiss on his offered cheek. They were halfway through there scrumptious breakfast when they heard Ron shouting from the lounge room.
'We're in here.' Harry shouted out. Ron then ran into the room with Crystal and stopped in his tracks.
'What the bloody hell are you doing?' Ron shouted incredulously.
'Eating breakfast, what does it look like?' Harry replied amusedly.
'The Slytherin, Ravenclaw game is on in ten minutes.'
'So.'
'SO. SO. Harry, you have to come and check out Malfoy, his got this weird new broom.' Harry sat up a bit straighter after hearing this whilst Crystal came over to Hermione's side and started talking in hushed whispers, glancing and giggling at Harry every few minutes.
'What does his broom look like?' Harry asked, ignoring his fiancé and their friend.
'I'm not sure, but the whole school is buzzing about it. You have to come and see it.' Ron said attempting to drag Harry out of bed.
'Ron stop it, I can't come today, I'm helping Hermione with the work she missed the other day.' Harry said with finality. Ron huffed and puffed but finally left with Crystal in tow.
'What was that all about?' Hermione asked, putting the finished breakfast tray on the floor, then snuggling back underneath the blankets and holding onto Harry.
'Not much, Malfoys got another broom apparently. He must have come into the family fortune and spend it all on a broom, silly bastard.' He then got punched in his gut from under the covers.
'Language Harry.' Hermione warned.
'Oh right, sorry. Silly Billy.' Harry said, then ducked down under the covers himself and started tickling Hermione all over. A while later they both came back up for air and settled down.
'So when can we make my staff?' Hermione asked after a while.
'Now, I s'pose. That's if you want to.' Harry replied, getting up and getting dressed, smiling inwardly when he heard Hermione giving him wolf whistles. He turned back around.
'Righto, just lie there on the bed, it's probably the best place to do it, get your wand out and repeat after me.'
Harry then went through the same motions that Merlin did with him just over 2 years ago. When Hermione looked as though she was confident enough to do it for real, Harry stood back and watched her take the last step into becoming a full blown Elemental. The bright light that had shrouded him, now shrouded Hermione, it stayed that way till that evening. Harry had stayed by Hermione all day and was dozing slightly when the light around her began to fade. His droopy eyes snapped open as the light went away and revealed the new form of Hermione and her staff. Seconds later Hermione's eyes flew open and she sat up like a flash. Harry reached a shaking arm out and placed it on Hermione leg, her head looked over and her face relaxed enormously at seeing a friendly face, though she was starting to worry if the person in front of her was Harry when he didn't move an inch and just let his mouth stay open in awe.
'Harry, what's wrong?' Hermione asked, scared. Harry shook his head roughly and let his thoughts come back to him. He mouth and bugged out eyes still didn't want to cooperate though and in the end Hermione had to get up and shut his mouth herself. She was now standing in front of him in all her glory, the nightie, she had taken to wearing ever since she had come back from Australia, was now shorter than it had been before. Her legs now pale, long, slender and silky, showing more than Harry had ever seen before.
Hermione felt a cool breeze and looked down to check herself. She then let out a shrill scream and ran quickly to the nearest mirror. When she got there her mouth gaped open just like Harry's.
Hermione's hair was now longer and fell gracefully down to the center of her back. Her facial features hadn't changed much except for being sharper and more mature. Going down further saw her neck the same, her shoulders just a bit squarer, her breast were the same, but her whole torso looked like an hourglass, more so than before.
That was part of the fact that made Harry's mouth act the way it did.
Her legs then winded there way down to the floor eventually, but due to the length of them it looked like a smooth ski slope. Her feet were the same old feet that she had before but that didn't make, Hermione take less notice of them.
Looking at her now, you would think that Hermione Granger was about to turn 22 instead of 18. She turned slowly round to see Harry walking towards her, his eyes shining.
'W-o-w.' Was all he could say. Hermione didn't know what to say. She thought that Harry liked her old body.
/ Maybe he didn't. / Hermione thought sadly. She then saw Harry shake his.
'What do you mean maybe he didn't?' He asked carefully.
'What. Oh no. You weren't meant to hear that.'
'But what did you mean?' Harry pushed.
'I was thinking… I thought that maybe you didn't like my old body, since your drooling so much over this one.' They just stood in silence for a while just looking into each others eyes. Finally Harry moved forward and grabbed Hermione for a huge hug. He hugged as hard as he could, he didn't need to lift Hermione off the ground anymore, since she had grown some, so he threw his head down and buried it in Hermione's curls. When he pulled back he was grinning broadly.
'Hermione I loved the way you looked before, really I did. You were the most gorgeous girl in the world. Even if you weren't and you looked like… Millicent Bullstrode, I still would have loved you and wanted you to be my wife. But look at you, you're a goddess!' He shouted.
'Really?' Hermione said with uncertainty.
'Are you kidding, Hermione,' He said whilst turning her back around to face the mirror. 'Look at yourself, you should be up in heaven with wings coming out of you back.' She blushed at that comment, then turned round and attacked Harry's lips with hers. They kept on shuffling back until Harry's legs hit the bed and he fell back, dragging Hermione with him.
'Yeeoww.' Harry screamed girlishly. He stopped kissing Hermione and reached behind himself for the object that caused him pain. He grabbed Hermione's staff in shock, strength and power radiating out from it. He bought the magnificent staff from round his back and placed it out on his hands, palms open, offering it to Hermione like a precious sword.
Hermione gasped at it, especially the stone sitting atop. She sat up swiftly and ran her right hand over the staff, little shocks of magic zapping into her fingers from her staff. She reached the top of the staff and stopped to stare.
'You said it would be Red or Green… Not Silver.' She said her voice and body trembling.
'Ye-yeah, I did, didn't I?' Harry replied, his voice the same as his girl.
'What's this mean then?' Hermione asked shakily.
'It means that you're a fully fledged Air Elemental, congratulations.' Harry said, feeling coming back into him. He reached over and kissed her softly. 'What do you say we go test that staff out?' A cheeky glint in his eyes.
An hour later saw Harry and Hermione dressed and ready to go on there first night of hunting together. Thanks to the copying technique, Hermione was all raring to go. Her staff in hand and transfigured clothes on her new body, since nothing fitting she had used her very first Elemental spell and made herself a new fighting costume. As well, as copying his Air abilities, Harry also copied every Elemental spell Merlin taught him, so Hermione was now like him, except for knowing a few more Wizarding spells than him.
They hugged each other and smiled, Harry was finally going to have someone watching his back and Hermione was finally going to be there for him. Harry called for Mione, smiled once more at Hermione and left for Azkaban, Hermione, not having given her staff a name yet, Hermione just gripped her staff harder and followed Harry.
They arrived at Azkaban and walked right through the prison till they came to Harry's cell. He nodded to the guards and walked in with Hermione close on his heels, together looking a powerful force.
Harry hadn't taken three steps into his cell when a horrible scream was heard, he then saw the cause of the scream running toward him at full pelt. The scream belonged to the Widow McCullum. Harry was shocked still, never having someone actually running at him during a battle, let alone a woman. The woman would have reached him had it not been for Hermione, using her newly acquired elemental abilities. The gust of wind hit Doris McCullum right below the ribcage and sent her back flying and scattering the Death Eaters behind her. Harry turned round and gave her a grateful smile which was returned nervously.
Harry then marched straight forward and started walking around his captured who shuffled away from him.
'Lets see, who would like to volunteer tonight's information. I promise you that there is a special reward for the one who spills all they know.' He then looked expectantly. He got no answers. 'Shame,' he muttered. He let Tallis out of the staff. The massive lion started prowling round the Death Eaters predatorily, snapping and growling every now and then.
'Now let me ask again, does anyone have any valuable information?' Still no one stepped forward. Harry was about to forget the little game and just break into one of their minds when a guard outside the cell called out to him. He ran over with Hermione to see what was wrong.
'Mr Potter, there's an attack at Diagon Alley. Your assistance has been required.' The guard then turned round himself and began running to the apparating point outside Azkaban. Harry and Hermione didn't have to worry about that, but they did walk out of the cell and the shut the magical doors once again. They then apparated to help fight in the battle of Diagon Alley.
When Harry and Hermione arrived in the little magical alley, they arrived into complete mayhem. All before them were the green lights of the killing curse flying in every direction. There looked to be at least 50 Death Eaters as well as what looked like 50 Vampires. The Vampires were moving quicker than the human eye could see, moving from victim to victim, sucking out there life force with no qualms. The people dropped dead, many of them shopkeepers trying to protect there establishments and there families. They fought valiantly but were no match for the prowess and swiftness of the Death Eaters and the Vampires.
Anger was building up quickly in both Harry and Hermione, the air around them started to swirl like a tornado, getting bigger and faster as it went. They then looked at each other and then nodded to each other. They released there creation and watched it churn down the alley. The windstorm picked up the Death Eaters and Vampires and spat them back out against walls and windows of the shops.
When this happened Voldemorts forces and the innocent people of Diagon Alley stopped what they were doing and turned as one to look up at the top of the alley where the formidable force of Harry and Hermione were standing commandingly.
'Potter,' hissed one of the Vampires. Together the Death Eaters and Vampires stalked towards Harry and Hermione.
/ Send a gust of wind in the direction of those bastards on the count of three. / Harry said quickly to Hermione through their mind. Hermione just nodded her head and raised her staff.
/ 1, 2… 3. / Harry then brought his staff up and suddenly before him there was a line of wooden stakes, hundreds of them. The wind Harry asked Hermione for came milliseconds after and blew the stakes directly at the unsuspecting Vampires and Death Eaters. Some of the Vampires tried to duck their oncoming death but were not fast enough and found the wooden stakes buried in their hearts. They shrivelled into a pile of ash which was swept away by the strong winds that Hermione was still blowing. The Death Eaters that were quick enough, raised shields to save themselves, but the new recruits who were to slow found their body's pierced by the wooden projectiles.
Harry waved his staff again and Tallis, Blaze and Taipan joined the fray in the close spaced alleyway.
You know what to do guys. Do it for Locky. Harry said passionately.
Hermione would have called for her animal but she didn't really know it yet, so she just continued fighting the Death Eaters with Elemental and normal Wizards spells.
Lots of the enemy had fallen now, but Hermione, Harry and his guardians fought on relentless. When they had arrived Harry had felt the anti-apparation and portkey wards that the Death Eaters had put in place. He had speedily placed his own wards up as well, so now when the Death Eaters tried to get away they were trapped. The Vampires had all been dealt with now. Taipan, Tallis and Blaze were owed thanks for this. So now only half the Death Eater force was left, the others dead or unconscious.
Harry raised his staff and thundered out.
'Accio wands.' The Death Eaters wands flew out of their owners hands and headed for Hermione's shimmering shield where they hit with a powerful crash, shattering on impact. Hermione lowered her shield and sent the splintered wands back mockingly. Harry then walked forward menacingly, his power glowing around him, making the Death Eaters quail with fear.
Watch them guys. He told his guardians. He then called Hermione to his side.
'Try and help the injured. Do anything you can and the use these,' He said whilst grabbing some of the broken wand bits and turned them into portkeys. 'Use these to send the ones that can be saved to St Mungos.' Hermione began her task immediately whilst Harry turned his attention back on the Death Eaters.
'Tell me,' He whispered coldly. 'How do you feel? Strong? Powerful? TELL ME.' He roared. 'You have joined the wrong side. I don't know if any of you are under Imperious or are serving Voldemort cause your scared, we will find that out later but for now, I'd like to some Pure-Blood torturing. You see I don't like it when certain people pick on defenceless people, but tonight I'm going to be like you, hows that sound?'
Hermione who was working on an old woman, wondered what Harry was talking about, surely he didn't mean killing them. To do it in battle was one thing, but to stoop to their level.
'Harry, what are you going to do?' Hermione called out trying to hide her fear but failed miserably. Harry turned round and faced her, and when he did she relaxed instantly. His smile was lighting the dim alley with its ferocity.
'Tell me Hermione,' he said warmly, then turned to the Death Eaters and said icily. 'Death Eaters, have you ever heard of a muggle sport called, "Clay Pigeon Shooting"?' Hermione smiled as she understood what they were going to do and she played along seeing the clueless faces of the Death Eaters, looking around at each other nervously, she sent the last of the injured away and stood up.
'Why yes Harry, I have, it awfully horrible sport, so much pain. But how are we going to play it here?' She said in mock seriousness.
'I don't know, were going to need some clay pigeons I guess, but I don't know if were going to find some here?' Harry said, scratching his head and looking around, searching.
'Oh I know Harry, we can use the Death Eaters?' Hermione said enthusiastically, jumping up and down, clapping her hands.
'Now why didn't I think of that, Hermione, you're so smart.' He said smacking himself on his head, he then turned to the Death Eaters.
'Ready to play.' He growled. 'You're up first Hermione, say when.' He then called to his guardians.
Don't let any of those buggers get away.
Righto Harry. They replied.
Harry then raised his staff right at the closest Death Eater and waited for Hermione, who yelled moments later.
'PULL.' Harry then used his Air abilities and sent the Death Eater straight up into the air where he was stopped from screaming by a stunning spell from Hermione seconds later. He then dropped to the ground in an unconscious heap, probably had a couple of injuries to. Hermione came up beside him smiling.
'Your turn Harry.'
Harry then walked up to where Hermione was. He then turned round and saw that all the people that hadn't been injured were gathering round the Death Eaters with wands in hands.
'You sir,' he called out to a middle aged man sneering at a Death Eater. 'What's your name?'
'Roberts, John Roberts, I own the muggle collectable shop down near Gringotts.'
'Well Mr Roberts how would you like to have a go of this fine muggle sport. I'm sure you know how to play.' Harry said kindly.
'Yeah, I'd like that.'
'Is there anyone in particular that you'd like to be the target?' Hermione asked from down the alley. The man just raised his wand and pointed at a tall Death Eater that was standing to the left of the group.
'Just say when.' Hermione said, finding her pigeon.
'Pull.' Shouted the man. The man was sent in the air and Roberts, yelled out his spell.
'Reducto.' The curse hit and shattered the pigeon's leg, it came down screaming in pain, it hit the pavement and ceased its high-pitched shriek.
'Very nice Mr Roberts,' he then watched as John Roberts went down the alley and scooped up a dead child. Her limp arms falling over his side. Harry turned to the rest gathered.
'What happens in the alley stays in the alley, now who wants to go next?' He said this forcefully but not unkindly.
The rest of the witches and wizards then came forward and started performing legal curses on their chosen pigeon. Harry and Hermione stood near the Death Eaters and sent them flying when they were called. When the people had done there curse they walked over to family members and consoled each other for their good fortune for still being alive and well or crying in each others arms and mourning their loss.
It was nearing one in the morning and all the Death Eaters had been taken care of. Harry bound them up and then with Hermione's help transported all of them to his cell in Azkaban. When they arrived the guards helped them push the unconscious Death Eaters in the cell.
Like Harry predicted, some of them didn't go through the specially made door, which meant that they were either under the Imperious or forced to join Voldemorts ranks. Harry woke them up and then called for the prison Healer. His healing powers weren't working for some reason. He then gave them a memory charm so they would forget what they had been through, he then left them with the guards to collect details.
Harry then walked tiredly over to Hermione who was leaning against the wall crying. He pulled her gently into his strong arms and patted her hair, softly cooing to her.
'Is it always like that.' She squeaked, the nights events finally catching up with her.
'I'm afraid so. I'm proud of you Hermione, you fought brilliantly tonight and you healed those injured people wonderfully. You know, you should probably become a healer after all this is over.' He said with a sad chuckle.
'That's what I wanted to do.' Hermione muffled voice said from his chest. Harry pulled back and wiped at her tear streaked face.
'Really, that would be a perfect job for you. Come on, let's go home.' He then picked her up, called his staff and apparated back to Hogwarts.
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