Catcher
A/N; Again sorry for the delay. I'm hoping to start another story soon, and hopefully the variety of ideas will help me write faster, but reviews help to. I'm hoping to start a Charmed/Harry Potter crossover with a Harry-as-a-Whitelighter idea. Any ideas from people would be great, plus as I haven't watched all of the Charmed episodes it will be AU mostly. Please let me know what you think I should put in it!
Chapter 28;
Matt watched in shock as his friend fell to the deck. He felt a horrible pain in his body and soul as he felt Harry's life ebbing away. He was already moving towards Harry when the latter moved to rise again even if he didn't have the energy to do so. Avastar saw it to and raised his sword to deal the killing blow.
Several things happened at once; The few sharpshooters left on the enemy ship fell from their perches as the remaining Elven guards on the Burning Wind dealt their revenge in the form of arrows flying across the space between the ships. Matt's summoned Dragons appeared from a sky painted Blue, Green, Red, Brown and Grey already firing on the closest enemy ships turning their upper decks into a fury of heat and flames. And Avastar's killing blow landed not on Harry's prone body but on Matt's right shoulder as he took the blow for his friend.
Avastar was shocked enough at the sudden appearance of somebody else that the blow wasn't as strong as it should have been however it still sunk into Matt's shoulder by a good three inches. Most importantly though it was long enough for Matt to drive the sharper end of his staff into Avastar's chest thus ending the duel.
Matt had just fallen down beside Harry as the pain from his shoulder made him too dizzy to stand when there was five explosions as the magazines of five of the remaining seven enemy ships exploded as the Dragons flames reached the packed gunpowder charges stored in the cargo bays.
The last of the enemy ships, one eighty-gun and the flagship, spun around as they rushed to set their sails in order to escape the Dragons but they needn't have worried about the Dragons as they were not interested in the pursuit but more of their Masters health. They surrounded the Burning Wind as Kalia settled protectively over Harry and Matt, her wings forming a cocoon around them until the enemy ships were far enough away for the sharpshooters to not be a danger. It was only then that she would allow a lone Elven Healer near them.
His hands glowed over Harry but sorrow filled his voice as he spoke to the Captain.
"Captain! His injuries are too severe! I can't save him."
A silence fell on the quarterdeck as this sunk in, "Lord Dragon?" Commander Pelaty almost whispered.
The healer spun to check the other wounded Lord but he was stopped as a Bronze coloured shield sprung up around him pushing the Healer back across the deck. Kalia pushed up from the deck cracking a few deck boards as she got clear of the ship.
By now the two enemy ships were about a mile away and fleeing fast, the Muggle ships were fast closing on the Burning Wind. Two of the Destroyers were breaking off to pursue the fleeing ships, not wanting any of the people that had destroyed Atlantis to escape, but before they could get a lock and fire at the two ships they both erupted up out of the water, splitters flying in all directions as they were blown apart into pieces no larger than a book. As the refuse cleared the personnel of the Navy fleet could make out two black conning towers breaking the surface as two Submarines made their appearance no more than two miles along the path of the fleeing ships.
No Elf saw this however as their attention was solely on the two dieing Lords on their Quarterdeck, inaccessible due to a mystery bronze coloured shield covering the two.
Matt was standing on a plateau on the side of a huge mountain. Before him spanned a grassy plain almost as far as he could see. In the far distance a mountain range immersed by a wall of dark clouds spread across the horizon. He turned slightly to his right and saw a line of mountains running away from him into the distance. He spun to see the same on his other side. But his attention was drawn to the figure standing by him.
The familiar face of his best friend, his torn and bloodied clothes and the mangled flesh of his chest. Matt stared at his friends wound but then realised he could see the floor behind his friend.
"What…why are you faded?" He whispered out, felling wary of breaking the imposing silence of this place.
Harry lifted his hand to stare at it. "I think its because I'm dying," his voice was weak and even though he was speaking normally it came out no louder than Matt's, "I don't think I have mush time."
"No, you can't die and leave me!" Matt's voice grew louder and as if in response a far away rumble of thunder echoed across the plain from the far off mountains.
"I don't have a choice Matt. We're not in the same reality as our bodies and even if we were I don't have enough magic left in me to heal a wound as bad as this one." His voice was growing weaker as he talked.
"How do you know where we are?" Matt stuttered.
"There's no magic here." Harry said simply but his voice shook. "I think its only our minds that have been brought here, I can still feel the pain in my body even if you can't, that's why I know that your not dying, your body's solid, mines not."
"Please don't talk like that Harry," a tear slid down Matt's face, "you're the only person I have left."
"I know Matt; you don't have to worry about that though." At this point his voice gave out entirely, he stumbled slightly as a wave of pain hit him. Matt felt it too and gasped. Behind the wave of pain there came something else, it soothed Matt's pain with a loving touch and Matt realised it was Harry.
'Don't fret Matt,' Harry familiar voice rang clearly in Matt's mind and he realised he had closed his eyes when the pain hit him. He opened them again and cried out in sorrow as he saw that Harry was barely visible, 'I'll always be here, in your mind.'
Before Matt could ask him what he meant another wave of pain hit him and Matt watched as Harry fell to one knee. Matt moved forward to his side but his hand passed though his shoulder when he tried to grab him.
"Harry?" Matt sobbed.
He didn't get an answer and could only watch as Harry disappeared from sight. He fell to his knees and wiped at the tears in his eyes.
He didn't know how long he lay like that, lost in his anguish. But slowly his anguish turned to righteous anger and suddenly it overwhelmed him and his head shot up.
"HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!" He shouted into the silence not knowing who he was really talking to and not caring.
"Ah!" he yelled in fright when he realised what he had just yelled right into the face off. He threw himself backwards and the thing in front of him jerked backwards at the unexpected yelling directed at him.
It was a beautiful Bronze coloured Dragon, It was different to any other he had yet seen, it was only just taller them him. It held its head low to stare at Matt as he scrambled back to his feet.
"Huh?" was the only thing that Matt could think to say. He was in a place he knew nothing about, according to Harry he had been separated from his body, and worst of all his best friend had just died. He was too confused to think properly.
He was therefore surprised when the Dragon laughed at him.
'Well said,' its powerful male voice spoke into his own mind, 'to answer your question, as simple as it was, I am Gryat. You became eligible to summon me when you put yourself in danger to save your friend from death. I am the opposite of the Silver Dragon who specialises in Offensive Magic. I have no physical body but instead act through you when you choose to summon me.'
"How do I become worthy of the Silver Dragon?"
'Seeing as you have no magic yourself you cannot summon him,' here he looked pointedly at the Staff that was now hanging from his waist band. 'You must look to another to help.'
"But Harry's…dead," his voice cracked when he uttered that word, "I let him…die."
He looked into the Dragons deep eyes and could see power behind them as they twinkled in the way that he remembered Harry's Headmaster's eyes had. He felt like he was behind pulled in several directions like he was falling into Gryat's eyes and the abyss that they represented. And suddenly the mountains and the plains faded from view and a Bronze light surrounded him and as he slowly felt the pain of his shoulder returning to him he heard a parting from Gryat.
'Soon Matsue Solem, soon.'
A/N; Shocked?
Review please! I'll try to update faster than usual, but I need to update my other stories aswell.