Title: Whatever Can Help Me
Author: Techocratic Sith Lord
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Summary: During a death eater attack, Harry summons something useful.

A/N: A crazy little one-shot of a picture in my mind.

April 10th, 2001

On the fields of Hogwarts...

Harry ducked as the green light of an Avada Kedavra streamed over him. He popped off
several stunners, incapacitating many death eaters.

This was bad. Ron was on the ground, having been hit by something Harry couldn't identify, and
several order members littered the ground before him.

Desperately, and not entirely knowing what he was doing, Harry raised his wand in the air.

"ACCIO WHATEVER THE HELL CAN HELP ME" He shouted at the top of his lungs...

Africa...

The dust rumbled and bucked as something ancient broke free from the tons of ground that covered it.

The form broke free of the ground, and hurtled away to the North West at speeds well in excess of R17.

On the fields of Hogwarts...

Several Death Eaters were confused momentarily by Harry's actions, then swiftly resumed their vicious attack on the Boy-Who-Lived.

Cursing under his breath, Harry summoned a Death Eater into the path of an Avada Kedavra, then dodged a particularly nasty curse. He sent a bludgeoning curse at a large cluster of the black robbed wizards, then turned to create a shield when…

THWUMP

Harry felt the earth shake as something hit hard. He quickly sent a stunner at his current target and was pleased to see it get through. Then he turned around to see what had made the sound.

What he saw shocked him to his core. Standing there, perfectly upright although balancing on several crushed Death Eaters, was a large slab of stone. It was as black as night, and perfectly smooth. Light seemed to be absorbed by it.

An eerie chorus of voices could be heard, as the sun seemed to rapidly move into position for an eclipse directly over the stone.

Then, just when the voices were getting to a painful pitch, there was the familiar crack of someone apparating in. Lord Voldemort had joined the fray…

Harry watched in horror as the few remaining Order members were culled by the green light of the Killing Curse. Then, he noticed something.

Lord Voldemort, it seemed, was being pulled towards the stone in front of which he had appeared.

Harry focused his magic and sent an amazing barrage of spells at Voldemort, who attempted, but failed, to block them. Weakened, the self-styled Dark Lord gave in to the pull of the stone. He fell backwards, entering the perfect surface of the object, and was gone.

With renewed vigour, Harry turned and rapidly eliminated the thirty or so remaining Death Eaters by several detonation jinxes bludgeoning curses. Then, he watched as the stone, which had aided him greatly, shot into the black of the night sky and disappeared.

A/N: There. This morning, I swore I saw a monolith on my way to the library. It sparked me to write this little piece.

-TSL210