I've noticed something about HP fanfic readers, you guys don't review much o.O, so moving along. Thanks for reading, this is my third story at the moment and I find it flowing from my head nicely. I also apologize for some of the gramatical mistakes in the last chapter, I'm usually pretty good at catching those, but a few slipped through. I don't know if I'm going to pair Ginny up with Lucas. For all my OC's I generally have a specific personality laid out, once I get a bit more into his I'll see how he and Ginny play off of each other. Also there is going to be a FMA tie in coming soon, along with the one already there.
Disclaimer - I do NOT own Harry Potter
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-Chapter 3: Slaughter House-
Alastor looked from the two men now facing off against the swarm of dark creatures, then to the monsters themselves, "Make a decision Alastor," came the voice of Harry.
The old Auror's decision was made for him when a large man lept from the balcony and then took a bite out of one his men, "Blasted Ghoul!" He turned and and fired a, blindingly bright, spell at the monster that caused him to burst into flames. "Kill the damned monsters first," he ordered with a growl, his magic eye swiveling to look at both masked men, "maybe we'll get lucky and those two will get snuffed as well."
"Oh! now that was just rude!" shouted Lucas from the alter. He gave a heaving sigh as several decaying corpses came lumbering through a side door, "I hate zombies, I really do." He dispelled the flames on his hands, clapped them together, and finally slamming them on the ground. An arc of energy erupted as the marble floor spewed spikes, impaling, beheading, and utterly obliterating the rotting corpses. He frowned as more came lurching through the door, "Damnit," he growled. He then looked up at Ginny, "Can you cover me while I close that off?"
Ginny gave him a slight nod, "and if I hit you?"
"Then I'd owe you for two," retorted Lucas as he sprinted for the source of the attacking undead corpses, Ginny's stunners flying by his head
In the isle Harry had engaged the werewolf in melee combat, 'How are there vampires and werewolves in broad daylight?' thought the green eyed man as he dodged a clawed swipe. As another strike was coming he flicked his wand hand, creating a deflecting sheild and creating an opening which he capitalized on. He ended the small skirmish with a quick thrust through the wolfman's heart. Casting a quick look at Hermione he watched as she fired stunners and a multitude of other spells faster than just about anyone he'd seen, but she was still firing non-lethal curses in a life or death battle, "What are you doing?"
"Trying not to kill people that have no control of their actions!" she retorted and fired off several more stunners. She was having the same problem as Ginny and the other women that had decided to stay and fight. They were dressed for a wedding, not full out combat. Also with so many enchantments on the gowns to prevent snags and stains, a simple transfiguration wasn't so simple. She glared as her temporary comrade in arms cut down another werewolf while a jet of green light erupted from his wand, killing a third. 'Nothing but a murderer,' she thought as she rocketed off several more curses.
Several more Auror's fell as the flow of monsters continued, some from magical depletion, while other were torn apart. "We can'na keep this up!" shouted Hagrid as he crushed the stone head of a gargoyle with an extremely hard punch.
"How the bloody hell are these things out in the sunlight?" questioned Charlie as he cast a charm of his own creation. A burning spell meant to imitate the fire of the Hungarian Horntail, "isn't it poisonous for them or something?"
Then as quickly as the monsters started flowing, they stopped, then retreated. "Well that was..." started Fred
"completely unexpected," finished George, "but not unwelcome."
Lucas narrowed his eyes, "Not good." He stood up straight and began scanning the blood stained church
Ginny lowered her wand, "What would make them retreat like that?"
"Dark creatures think more like animals than humans, lass," stated Moody
Harry brandished his wand and began scanning, "so then what would make a predator run from its prey?"
"A bigger predator," answered Ron with a frightened expression
"That," came a sickly sweet voice from behind the Weasleys gathered on the steps, "would be a very accurate observation." They turned to see a pale man garbed in black, with a blood stained scarf wrapped around his neck. "Ah, the Weasleys. The great family that helped defeat Voldemort, and now, the pride of the wizarding world," he lept up onto a podium and gave an exagerated bow, "it's an honor." When he looked up all wands were pointed at him, "I'm hurt, such a hostile response to such a sincere greeting." He was gone in a haze of black smoke, "as if you weaklings could kill me!" he exclaimed then reappeared behind Myron, promptly jamming his hand through the man's back. Again he vanished, "Though I suppose I should be slightly honored," echoed his voice, both Harry and Lucas focused on the balcony railing, "I expected Ordinatio to send a team, but never you two."
"Then you should know that your only option is death," retorted Harry as he pointed his silver rapier at the Vampire, "but We'll give you one more, you leave now and we'll let you live."
Ron stared at the man like he had grown another head, "He's mental! A human can't just take on a Vampire!"
"So what'll it be Parasite?" questioned Lucas from the door he had just sealed. He grinned under his mask and tugged on the cuff of his white glove, "you gonna run? or stay and play?"
The creature grinned, exposing his three inch fangs, "I always like to know my prey," he stated, ignoring Lucas. "First we have you," he gestured to Harry, "second in command of Ordinatio (The Order) and, possibly, the most dangerous wizard since Voldemort himself. His abilities with the wand are only matched by his skill with the sword. His most frightening skill is his ability to move from place to place soundlessly, and his ability at casting the most powerful spells without an incantation, sometimes even wandlessly. The Ghost Assassin, code name: Infragilis (Unbreakable)." He turned to Lucas, "Next is you, third in command of Ordinatio. A prodigy among even the greatest of your kind, taken in and trained by Nicholas Flammel since age five. You are terrifying in your own special way, but unlike your partner that relies on stealth, you rely on destruction and chaos. An unparalled master of hand-to-hand combat and the holder of a title not heard for a quarter of a millinia, not since the man known as Roy Mustang lived. The Flame Alchemist, code name: Exuro (Burn Down)"
Silence washed over the people gathered, "Well that was informative," stated Lucas with a snort, "Pity you know so much about us, I've never even heard of you."
"You have five more seconds, " stated Harry as he took on a new fighting posture, this time his body was turned and his sword was pointed down but angled out slightly, "We've played with your lackies, but we won't show you any mercy, we have a mission to complete."
Hermione had been using the fight and the winded speech of the vampire to move next to the Weasleys, "What do you think?"
"I think they're mental!" exclaimed Ron in a loud whisper
His sister gave him a stern look, "We know that Ronald," she then turned to Hermione, "they're not denying any of what the neck biter said, so should we take it as the truth? And if so what's our plan of action?"
"Nothing," stated the former bride-to-be, "If half of what that creature said was true, we'd have a real problem trying to scrap at it with them." She looked at the number of werewolves that were cut down or blasted by Avada Kevadra, "Fourteen," then she glanced at the area littered with corpses and marble spikes, "twenty-seven," she murmured again. Zombies weren't near the level of werewolves, but to put so many down in one attack? that was impressive. "They put down forty-one," she looked to the Weasleys, "how many did each of you get?"
"I got at, at least eight," replied Ginny, "mum and dad blasted five or so."
Fred was next, "George and I hit..."
"...At least six of the blighters." finished George
Ron's ears turned slightly pink, "I got three."
"Six," stated Charlie
Bill was last, "same for me"
"I only managed seven," stated the brown haired girl with a frown, "We put down the same amount of targets with twice the spells and four times the people. Also we used stunners and non-lethals." She looked at the two men, both of whom were still focused on the blood drinker.
Ginny knew the look on her face, "What's on your mind Hermione."
"Taking the information from the vampire as the truth," she deducted, "and given the efficiency in which they dispatched the others," she turned a stern look up at the dark creature, "finally the hesitation on the part of the vampire to go outright and attack them." She drew in a shakey breath and finished, "I'd say they were holding back a good bit of their abilities."
Ron was gaping at her, "Are you trying to tell me that the blood sucker is afraid of them?" He recieved a nod for a response, "Wicked."
As everyone turned their eyes back to the looming conflict they felt a burst of magical power, then the sword wielding man disappeared, "Times up," came a voice to the right of the vampire, "die." As his rapier neared the heart of the dark creature, it only hit black smoke, 'You'll have to do better than that!' he thought and vanished again. He reappeared before the vampire did and began swinging his blade in the intended path. The monster barely had time to appear before having to poof away again. This continued for several more seconds before Harry appeared next to the Weasleys and not the vampire, "Checkmate."
"What are you-" the vampire cut off his question when he smelled something, it was feint but detectable. He turned to see Lucas snap his finger, then lash out with his arm, causing a jet of fire arc out towards him. Then he realized what the smell was, 'the alchemist turned the air around me into hydrogen.' The blood drinker could only bow his head as the volatile air was ignited and the explosion incinerated his body almost instantly.
Lucas stepped out of the fire unscathed, he then threw a nod to Harry, who nodded in return. In a flash he had slammed his hands together and then to the floor. The marble responded immediately and formed a wall between Mad-Eye and the Aurors and the two agents and the Weasleys, "Like he said, Checkmate."
Before anyone could process the situation Harry waved his wand, causing all of theirs to be pried from their hands, then they were silently bound. "Now," he stated as the weapons slid into his coat, "we should be on our way." With a flick of his wrist his rapier vanished from sight with a pop, he then reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a black object that he flipped open and pressed to his ear, "Team one, objective secure, requesting extraction."
"Negative Team one, extraction denied," came a voice over the phone, "please find an alternate means of returning to base."
Harry looked shell shocked, "ARE YOU STUPID?" he shouted, his patience gone and the infamous Potter temper flaring.
"What's the problem?" questioned Lucas as he approached, "job's done, time to go home."
Harry just closed the phone and sighed, "There in lies the problem, somethings going on, our request for extraction was denied."
"You're shitting me," groaned Lucas, "Can you make a port key?"
"Unplottable," replied the green-eyed man
"You could let us go," stated Ron, he was met by two hard glares, "right, just a suggestion."
"Erm...we could," stammered the alchemist, "I mean the second option on the mission...It'd be the easiest." If looks could kill then he would've died about fifty times by now, "You're getting too wrapped up in this," he whispered.
Harry looked at their captives, 'Option two should be executed promptly to avoid the mounting risks involved,' his logical side thought. 'You can't kill them, especially her,' argued his emotional side. Then it hit him, "We'll take them to the second safest place in the world next to Ordinatio."
"...but, I thought," questioned Lucas
As they neared the captives Harry rounded on him and gripped his collar, "I said we're NOT doing it, DISCUSSION OVER! DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, CAPTAIN?"
"No..sir," replied Lucas with a glare, he readjusted his collar as Harry released him, 'damnit Harry, you're losing it.'
Hermione watched the exchange that ended in a very familiar style. The higher ranking of the two had something familiar about the way he was fuming and clenching and unclenching his hands. The way he held his wand as well, finally the eyes, 'I know those eyes. It can't be though..it just can't.'
"Everyone up," he stated to the ones sitting down, "I'm going to unbind you so that you can hold onto the portkey." He waved his wand and everyone regained the usage of their hands, "now listen closely, 1389 Godric's Hollow." He watched as Lucas picked up his knife and sheathed it, then walked to the group, "No funny buisness, understood? I still have your wands and you don't want to be without them if those things find you, so for now it's best if you stay with us." He recieved hesitant nods all around, "Good, now grab hold." He flicked his wand at one of the chairs that was strewn about.
'1389 Godric's Hollow, but isn't that where...' Hermione cut off her thoughts as she pieced it all together. The outburst, the clenching of the hands, wand posture, the eyes, and finally Godric's Hollow. She looked up into the face of her captor, "Harry?"
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End Chapter 3
Read and Review - I find that I'm going at a slightly different angle than I had originally intended. That's ok though, because I am still pleased. This wasn't some giant pivotal battle so the boys didn't show off too much, I was just showing that they weren't a joke and that they were the best at what they do.
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