Arc 2 Part 1: Letters and Titans
The summer had begun. The train ride back home was rather uneventful as all train rides on that express went by. It had been over a week since he had returned to Number 4. There had been no news of Voldemort's return as of now. Was Fudge keeping it quiet? Or was he gathering forces? He wouldn't know for a long time. But this time, his mind was rather oddly fixated on the kiss on the cheek Hermione shared with him. Whenever he tried to divert his mind from the return of Voldemort, that memory always floated to the forefront of his mind…
During the whole ride back home, things went on as normally as they would. Ron being a goofball, Hermione admonishing Ron, Malfoy coming in and being the usual prick he was etc. But one thing was different.
Voldemort's return had them all worried.
What would happen now?
He kept zoning in and out throughout the entirety of the train ride, occasionally grunting out a response to show that he was still in the conversation but one repetitive thought kept floating in his mind.
"Pettigrew was right there, I could have captured him"
As he kept rethinking about the train ride, a sudden rapping sound caught his attention.
He looked over to the window expectantly to see Hedwig to return but instead a rather regal looking black owl with amber-colored eyes waiting for him. He ushered it in and began opening the letters one after the other.
Mate,
How you doing? Everything good? Can't say enough because Dumbledore has me in this weird house. Apparently, this is Sirius's old family house. This house is big and dark. And as black as the namesake.
Dumbledore said I can't send you letters containing info about this place. The owl might be tracked. Big load of bullcrap I must say. But that doesn't mean I wont stop sending ya letters. But these letters aren't really of any value to Death munchers now, are they? Well, it may be tracked…I dunno.
As I am writing this, Remus is nearby, looking over. I mean, What the hell? All I am writing here is some weird Order and Dumbledore is always muttering about finding your Titan Form as soon as you get here. Bloody weird.
Anyways, hope you come here as soon as you can
Your Mate,
Ron
PS: I mean they got a bloody owl which delivers letters only for the Order. And apparently said Owl isn't any regular 'ol post owl hence we can write a bit freely. Sirius does remind me to mind my words cuz this owl can also be captured easily like any other owl. Dunno what's up with that.
Also hey, Remus says hello.
Harry remarked, "Well, their lives just got bloody interesting."
And then he tore open the next one.
Harry,
I profoundly apologise that I couldn't send you any letters. As Ron said, Dumbledore has us in Sirius's old family house. Both of them hate it here. I couldn't even get to relax a bit in my own home for pete's sake! They got me here just two days after the holidays ended and we were about to go to Spain for the remainder of the vacation.
As said before, Harry, I am really sorry that I couldn't send you any letters. Dumbledore has warned us not to explain too much about our situation as these letters might be tracked despite being sent through a special owl.
Oh, I forgot to tell you about how this house is. My bad.
This house is full of dark magic artefacts. So rooms are barred for entry. Fred earlier tried to read a book and it bit his fingers. It was quite the grisly sight. Yes, from bit I mean cleanly bitten.
Also yes, Buckbeak says hello.
Love,
Hermione
Harry was utterly confused but was pleased nonetheless because Hermione finally sent a letter.
He then tore apart the last letter.
Harry,
I am going to keep this one short and just say what I need to.
I apologise that I couldn't send letters and as you may be reading this, another owl must be hurtling towards you. That contains a package from me. I'll continue updating you there.
-Padfoot
As soon as he looked up towards the window, he saw an owl rapping the window. He opened it and let the owl in. It had a pretty decent sized package. He untied it and opened it to see a mirror.
He opened the letter as Sirius said and was proven correct.
Hello there Harry,
I said I will be continuing it, won't I? So, this package contains a mirror that your Dad, Remus and I used to use all the time when we were in detention. You just need to say the name of the person you want to speak to. So, I won't need to write letters and we can talk whenever we want.
Alright?
See you in a few days
The most handsome and best Godfather in the World
Sirius Orion Black
Harry turned over the letter to see if anything was on the back or not.
PS: Moony says hello. And I just noticed that my initials spell out 'Son of a Bitch'.
Harry was cracking up by his Godfather's antics but he stifled his laughter as to not wake up the Dursley's. He quickly tried the mirror.
"Sirius Black"
It didn't work, so he tried again.
"Padfoot"
All the way in Grimmauld Place, in the middle of a meeting. Sirius felt something warm in his pocket. He had an idea of what it was. He asked Dumbledore to be excused for a few minutes and he was excused. So outside of the kitchen, he received the mirror and spoke
"Harry, not right now buddy, I am in an order meeting. Talk to you in an hour or two. This is going to be a long meeting."
"Ok Padfoot"
So, he went back to the meeting.
Harry was utterly bored so he bolted towards the park. Fortunately, it was empty. Harry vaulted over the locked park gate and set off across the parched grass. The park was empty as the surrounding streets. When he reached the swings, he sank on to the only one that Dudley and his friends didn't break. Damn fat asses. Harry coiled one arm around the chain and he stared aimlessly towards the ground. He had no clue what to do.
In the meantime,he had nothing to look forward to but just another sleepless night. He is staying awake because of some memories. Not his memories but some memories of a war between some species of giant lizards. A massive nuclear lizard and a three headed dragon being the respective kinds.
Often, the old scar on his forehead prickled uncomfortably whenever he had fleeting flashbacks of those memories.
It always happened. Nothing to worry about...right?
He was just there, sitting, mulling over his thoughts when Dudley and his gang came in.
"What are you doing here Potter? Don't you have a home to go to? Aww…are your Parents dead?" Piers mocked.
"Shut up Piers, don't piss him off, he is crazy. Might lash out at ya" Dudley warned Piers.
"WHAT IS IT POTTER? DON'T YOU HAVE IT IN YOU?" taunted Piers. "Dudley, take em away, will ya?" said the now annoyed Boy-who-lived."If I won't, then what will you do?" taunted Dudley.
Then thunder roared and it began to rain. "Fuckin' hell. Rain at this time? Let's head back guys." ushered the junior Dursley.
While on the way back, Dudley smacked Harry and Harry was chasing after him.
Dudley mocked him about moaning "You three headed freak. Why you again?"
When Harry caught up, he pointed his wand at him in blind fury and he snarled,
"Don't ever talk about that again,d'you understand me?"
"Point that thing somewhere else!"
"Point it somewhere else?"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM -"
Dudley gave an odd, shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in ice cold water.
Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch black and devoid of any light. The stars, moonlight, lights of the street lamps at both ends of the street vanished. The distant rumble of cars and whisper of trees was gone. The hot evening was suddenly bitingly cold.
They were surrounded with total darkness. At first Harry thought he had done some accidental magic, but when he summarised the new environments all around them, he realised something.
This oddly seemed like the effects of a magical being. A Dementor, to be exact.
"Wh-Whatever you are doing, stop it." whimpered Dudley.
"I am not doing anything. Stay still."
This went for a few more statements then Dudley gave Harry a hard right hook and then he bolted. Harry saw Dementors rushing towards them.
"DUDLEY YOU FUCKING MORON, YOU ARE RUNNING RIGHT AT IT!" Dudley however,paid no heed to his warnings and suffered the consequences. The Dementor swooped in and began sucking all of Dudley's happy thoughts and eventually his soul, into him.
Harry, however, was held busy. He had a Dementor of his own to deal with. He tripped and was looking for his wand in the darkness as a Dementor approached him. He yelled the light charm to see where the fuck his wand was. It was a few inches away from his right hand. He grabbed it and cast.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A dazzling white light erupted from his wand and his patronus emerged forth from the wand tip. It was the same nuclear lizard which kept appearing in his dreams and the very same patronus whic changed right in front of him when he fended off the faux-Dementors at the Quidditch match in his third year. The Patronus took care of the offending Dementors and vanished. An old lady approached him, advised him to have his wand put because more of them can be around, according to her.
Turns out, she was also a magical, a squib to be exact and Dumbledore had kept her here to constantly keep tabs on Harry. She curses vehemently at the utter foolishness of the Order member that was there. As he reached home with Dudley on his shoulders, he got a letter from the Ministry stating that he will have a trial on August 12th because he used the Patronus charm.
He also got a yelling from Vernon alongside a couple of letters from Albus, Sirius and Arthur. And a howler from the Ministry of Magic stating very... vehemently that he had been expelled from Hogwarts.
"Vernon, he has to stay, its written in this letter" stated Aunt Petunia. Vernon looked at Petunia and then commanded Harry.
"You heard what your Aunt just said. So go upstairs and DON'T COME OUT! GO TO BED!"
"Fine Uncle, give him chocolate, he will recover from the after effects"
Vernon looked at him questioningly
"I was also attacked by them two years ago"
"Fine." then he explained to them that Voldemort was back and the Dementors may have been sent by him. Harry wrote letters before going to sleep.
I've just been attacked by Dementors and I might be expelled from Hogwarts. I want to know what's going on and when I'm going to get out of here.
Harry copied these words on to three separate pieces of parchment the moment he reached the desk in his dark bedroom. He addressed the first to Sirius, the second to Ron and the third to Hermione. His owl, Hedwig, was off hunting; her cage stood empty on the desk. Harry paced the bedroom waiting for her to come back, his head pounding, his brain too busy for sleep even though his eyes stung and itched with tiredness. His back ached from hauling Dudley home, and the two lumps on his head where the window and Dudley had hit him were throbbing painfully.
Up and down he paced, consumed with anger and frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, casting angry looks out at the empty, star-strewn sky every time he passed the window. Dementors sent to get him, Mrs Figg and Mundungus Fletcher tailing him in secret, then suspension from Hogwarts and a hearing at the Ministry of Magic - and still no one was telling him what was going on. Just mere mumblings as to where the fuck they were
And what, what, had that Howler been about? Whose voice had echoed so horribly, so menacingly, through the kitchen?
Why was he still trapped here without information? Why was everyone treating him like some naughty kid? Don't do any more magic, stay in the house…
He kicked his school trunk as he passed it, but far from relieving his anger he felt worse, as he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal with in addition to the pain in the rest of his body.
Just as he limped past the window, Hedwig soared through it with a soft rustle of wings like a small ghost.
'About time!' Harry snarled, as she landed lightly on top of her cage. 'You can put that down, I've got work for you!'
Hedwig's large, round, amber eyes gazed at him reproachfully over the dead frog clamped in her beak.
'Come here,' said Harry, picking up the three small rolls of parchment and began tying the scrolls to her scaly leg. Take these straight to Sirius, Ron and Hermione and don't come back here without good long replies. Keep pecking them till they've written decent-length answers if you've got to. Understand?'
Hedwig gave a muffled hooting noise, her beak still full of frog.
'Get going, then,' said Harry.
She took off immediately. The moment she'd gone, Harry threw himself down on his bed without undressing and stared at the dark ceiling. In addition to every other miserable feeling, he now felt guilty that he'd been irritable with Hedwig; she was the only friend he had at number four, Privet Drive. But he'd make it up to her when she came back with the answers from Sirius, Ron and Hermione.
They were bound to write back quickly; they couldn't possibly ignore a Dementor attack. He'd probably wake up tomorrow to three fat letters full of sympathy and plans for his immediate removal to Sirius's old family home or the Burrow. And with that comforting idea, sleep rolled over him, stifling all further thought.
But Hedwig didn't return next morning. Harry spent the day in his bedroom, leaving it only to go to the bathroom. Three times that day Aunt Petunia shoved food into his room through the cat-flap Uncle Vernon had installed three summers ago. Every time Harry heard her approaching he tried to question her about the Howler, but he might as well have interrogated the doorknob for all the answers he got. Otherwise, the Dursleys kept well clear of his bedroom. Harry couldn't see the point of forcing his company on them; another row would achieve nothing except perhaps make him so angry he'd perform more illegal magic.
So it went on for three whole days. Harry was alternately filled with restless energy that made him unable to settle to anything, during which time he paced his bedroom, furious at the whole lot of them for leaving him to stew in this mess; and with a lethargy so complete that he could lie on his bed for an hour at a time, staring dazedly into space, aching with dread at the thought of the Ministry hearing.
What if they ruled against him? What if he was expelled and his wand was snapped in half? What would he do, where would he go? He could not return to living full-time with the Dursleys, not now he knew the other world, the one to which he really belonged. Might he be able to move into Sirius's house, as Sirius had suggested a year ago, before he had been forced to flee from the Ministry? Would Harry be allowed to live there alone, given that he was still underage? Or would the matter of where he went next be decided for him? Had his breach of the International Statute of Secrecy been severe enough to land him in a cell in Azkaban? Whenever this thought occurred, Harry invariably slid off his bed and began pacing again.
On the fourth night after Hedwig's departure Harry was lying in one of his apathetic phases, staring at the ceiling, his exhausted mind quite blank, when his uncle entered his bedroom. Harry looked slowly around at him. Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit and an expression of enormous smugness.
'We're going out,' he said.
'Sorry?'
'We - that is to say, your aunt, Dudley and I - are going out.'
'Fine,' said Harry dully, looking back at the ceiling.
'You are not to leave your bedroom while we are away.'
'OK.'
'You are not to touch the television, the stereo, or any of our possessions.'
'Right.'
'You are not to steal food from the fridge.'
'OK.'
'I am going to lock your door.'
'You do that.'
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, clearly suspicious of this lack of argument, then stomped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Harry heard the key turn in the lock and Uncle Vernon's footsteps walking heavily down the stairs. A few minutes later he heard the slamming of car doors, the rumble of an engine, and the unmistakable sound of the car sweeping out of the drive.
Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys leaving. It made no difference to him whether they were in the house or not. He could not even summon the energy to get up and turn on his bedroom light. The room grew steadily darker around him as he lay listening to the night sounds through the window he kept open all the time, waiting for the blessed moment when Hedwig returned. The empty house creaked around him. The pipes gurgled. Harry lay there in a kind of stupor, thinking of nothing, suspended in misery.
Then, quite distinctly, he heard a crash in the kitchen below. He sat bolt upright, listening intently. The Dursleys couldn't be back, it was much too soon, and in any case he hadn't heard their car.
There was silence for a few seconds, then voices. Burglars, he thought, sliding off the bed on to his feet - but a split second later it occurred to him that burglars would keep their voices down, and whoever was moving around in the kitchen was certainly not troubling to do so.
He snatched up his wand from the bedside table and stood facing his bedroom door, listening with all his might. Next moment, he jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his door swung open. Harry stood motionless, staring through the open doorway at the dark upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment, then moved swiftly and silently out of his room to the head of the stairs.
His heart shot upwards into his throat. There were people standing in the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlight glowing through the glass door; eight or nine of them, all, as far as he could see, looking up at him.
"They indeed do." said a hoarse but kind voice. "So, which one is Potter's room?" came a gruff voice.
"Time to find out."
Harry was weary of them so he had his wand in his hand and was aiming at the doorway.
Once the door was slammed open, he had a disarming charm on his lips but once he saw a familiar face, he stopped.
"Professor Moody? What are you doing here?" came from the shocked fifteen year old.
'I don't know so much about "Professor",' growled the voice, 'never got round to much teaching, did I? Get down here, we want to see you properly.'
Harry lowered his wand slightly but did not relax his grip on it, nor did he move. He had very good reason to be suspicious. He had recently spent nine months in what he had thought was Mad-Eye Moody's company only to find out that it wasn't Moody at all, but an impostor; an impostor, moreover, who had tried to kill Harry before being unmasked. But before he could make a decision about what to do next, a second, slightly hoarse voice floated upstairs.
'It's all right, Harry. We've come to take you away.'
Harry's heart leapt. He knew that voice, too, though he hadn't heard it for over a year.
'P-Professor Lupin?' he said disbelievingly. 'Is that you?'
'Why are we all standing in the dark?' said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a woman's. 'Lumos.'
A wand-tip flared, illuminating the hall with magical light. Harry blinked. The people below were crowded around the foot of the stairs, gazing up at him intently, some craning their heads for a better look.
Remus Lupin stood nearest to him. Though still quite young, Lupin looked tired and rather ill; he had more grey hairs than when Harry had last said goodbye to him and his robes were more patched and shabbier than ever. Nevertheless, he was smiling broadly at Harry, who tried to smile back despite his state of shock.
'Oooh, he looks just like I thought he would,' said the witch who was holding her lit wand aloft. She looked the youngest there; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet. 'Wotcher, Harry!'
'Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus,' said a bald black wizard standing furthest back - he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear - 'he looks exactly like James.'
'Except the eyes,' said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at the back. 'Lily's eyes.'
Mad-Eye Moody, who had long grizzled grey hair and a large chunk missing from his nose, was squinting suspiciously at Harry through his mismatched eyes. One eye was small, dark and beady, the other large, round and electric blue - the magical eye that could see through walls, doors and the back of Moody's own head. 'Are you quite sure it's him, Lupin?' he growled. 'It'd be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask him something only the real Potter would know. Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum?'
'Harry, what form does your Patronus take?' Lupin asked. 'As you had seen and said last year, A Gojiran Titan' said Harry nervously, because of the Patronus change he had, thin. "That's him, Mad-Eye,' said Lupin.
Very conscious of everybody still staring at him, Harry descended the stairs, stowing his wand in the back pocket of his jeans as he came.
'Don't put your wand there, boy!' roared Moody. 'What if it ignited? IT'LL INCINERATE YOUR ARSE!"
'How d'you know that it'll incinerate his arse?"' the violet-haired woman asked Mad-Eye, interested.
Mad-Eye mumbled, "Experience."
Tonks laughed out loud.
Downstairs, Remus and Harry reunited and Remus firmly reminded Harry of a fact.
"Harry, I don't think I am a professor anymore so call me Remus, okay?" said Remus.
"Alright Remus."
Once Tonks came downstairs and had removed the tears of laughter from her eyes, Harry got the chance to ask her."
"I don't think I have met you now, have I?"
"No, you haven't Harry, my name is Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks. Don't go calling around me with my first name. Rather hate my first name."
"Alright….Tonks"
"Let me introduce you to everyone. I suppose you already know a few of us but see that tall, dark skinned man? That's Kingsely Shacklebolt. That old person is Elphias Doge,one of Dumbledore's classmates..."
"Hello Harry." boomed Kingsley in his deep baritone. "Let's get moving , we aint here for this chit chat." commanded Moody.
A few minutes later they were with their broomsticks in front of No 4. Privet Drive. "No Muggles around? Cloudy sky? Perfect."
"In the count of three, launch."
"Roger that, Mad-eye"
"ONE!"
All of them readied their brooms and swung their legs over their brooms.
"TWO!"
Their backs arched over and they were ready.
"THREE!"
And all of them launched into the skies with their broomsticks, After an hour and a half, they stopped in front of a very big set of buildings.
"I never asked you, but how did you not disturb the Dursleys?" questioned Harry.
"Oh, I just left a note earlier on the marble table saying they won the Best Kept Lawn competition ."
"What? That's…. smart"
"I know right"
"Potter, here take this and memorize it" said Moody, he handed Harry a chit with the words written 'Number 12 Grimmauld Place'
So, he read it and memorized it. After that ,between numbers 11 and 13, a house popped up and a sign that read 'Number 12, Grimmauld Place"
As they entered, Harry was awestruck by the sheer size of the place and the length of the hallway. Molly rushed up and hugged Harry in a bear hug "Hello Harry dear, how are you? You look thin. You need to eat more young man. No ifs and buts. Got that?"
"Yes Mrs. Weasley"
"Harry."
He turned around to see his Godfather, Sirius Black. Grinning broadly and ushering him to come over and to hug him.
"Sirius!" He exclaimed joyfully and hugged him. "Harry, go upstairs to your room. Molly will show you your way"
"Right ,come along Harry."
A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley showed him his room.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."
"No problem Harry dear"
As soon as Harry opened the door, he was greeted by a mane of bushy brown hair and he was blinded. "Harry!" And a voice that came from the bushy brown mane hugged him..
"Hermione! Leave him! If You-Know-Who doesn't kill Harry, your hugs will!"
Exasperation evident in her voice, Hermione replied with her hands on her waist, "Really Ron?"
"Yep."
"Prat," and then she walked to the side to let Harry in.
"Aye Harry!" exclaimed Ron, and they high-fived
"Harry, I am really sorry Ronald and I couldn't send any letters, you already know the reason, don't you?"
"Yes I do Hermione." So, they sat down and talked for a few hours. After that they heard Mrs. Weasley yell, "KIDS! DINNER!"
Ron yelled "COMING MUM!" They also heard the same response from a lot of other places in the building.
At dinner, Harry was shocked to see Dumbledore there.
"Good Evening Professor Dumbledore" said the shell-shocked bespectacled teen.
"Good Evening Harry, Miss. Granger, Mr. Weasley" said the headmaster and they all sat down to eat.
Among the chitter-chatter and clinkering of plates and glasses, Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke firmly.
"Harry, after you have eaten, would you be so kind as to adjourn to my office through the floo?"
Harry looked up from the steak he was currently devouring. As he processed what Dumbledore just said, he nodded in response.
After fifteen minutes, Harry spoke up, "So, what has been going on with Voldemort? Will someone mind filling me in?"
Everyone looked up.
Dumbledore reminded him, "Not now Harry, this is not the place. I will fill you in on everything once we adjourn to my office."
Molly heard this and complained, "But Albus! He is too young! Let him have his childhood!"
"No Molly, this is his fight and he has to be debriefed on what is going on"
"BUT-"
"That's enough Molly," Sirius put his foot down on the conversation and continued. "This is Harry's fight. He needs to be filled in on what's going on. This. Is. His. Fight. How many times do we have to remind you?"
Dumbledore decided to interrupt to continue the conversation from here and said, "Moreover, his childhood was gone at the very moment his family was attacked all on Halloween all those years ago. So Molly, it is high time that he needs to know."
Sirus then turned towards Harry and whispered, "Dont mind me, Harry. Just eat up and go to Albus's office."
"Gotcha."
So, after dinner, Dumbledore and Harry both used the floo to go to his office.
As he stepped into the room, he took a good look around. The glistening moonlight was streaming in inthrough the windows, the old books, trinkets and all were encapsulated by the comforting darkness of the night, yet the one's near the fireplace, had the blanket of light coming from the ember of the fireplace yet they seemed to be just as mysterious and old.
The entire room seemed to capture Harry's attention until a voice broke his train of thought.
"Take a seat Harry, take a seat."
Turning around, at first, he was heavily confused as to who the hell was talking to him. As he saw the familiar long white beard and half-moon glasses, he obliged and sat down.
Dumbledore himself took a seat, and then leant forward, clasping his hands.
"So Harry, tell me. Tell me what you want to know."
"Sir, I- I just want to have insights on this situation. I just - I just want to know about the status of 'saving the world' thing. Why am I being left in the ruddy dark anyway?"
Dumbledore then fell silent to collect his thoughts. Thoughts which were too scrambled, yet organised for him. After a moment, he replied with, "Harry, Voldemort is keeping extraordinarily low - apart from the burning of a few muggle cities and an attempt to increase his ranks.
This made said teenager raise his left eyebrow in question.
"Is that so? Was he the one behind the Bristol burning which was all over the muggle news? It is a fairly large town."
"Oh, considerably."
"But we aren't here for that, we are here to find out about your Titan Form as I had told you on your last school day."
So, he got up, conjured a chair and tied Harry in the chair.
"Sir, what-?"
"Do you have faith in me, Harry?" he asked. "Do you have enough faith in me to know that I would not harm you? I am merely binding you to the chair for if you were to lash out, you wouldn't hurt yourself. Do you have faith in me?" he repeated.
"Oh, considerably," he repeated Dumbledore's words from earlier which earned a soft chuckle from the old wizard.
Said old wizard then conjured a white piece of cloth and handed it over to Harry who understood the message and clamped down on the cloth with his teeth.
Before he knew it, Dumbledore began chanting.
"Ostende mihi hoc Magia Wielders Titanus Forma. Sive Tenebris aut Luce, Infirma vel Porena, OSTENDE MIHI!" (1)
Harry at first began to feel a searing white sensation across her entire body. Something he thought he would never feel ever again. It felt like a thousand hot knives were being put through him and molten hot lava was flowing within him.
He never felt anything like this. Only Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse came close but that still fell short of what he was feeling. The pain was unbearable.
As the seconds ticked by, as if it were to be possible, the pain grew worse. The searing white sensation from his body now primarily was focused in his eyes, centre of his chest and on the scar on his forehead.
Then slowly, his eyes began to glow a deep hue of blue. Akin to the colour of the depths of the Atlantic ocean . Now the cloth from his mouth was dropped and Harry began screaming. Hard.
Slowly, blue rays of light began to come through from his mouth, eyes, lightning bolt scar and the centre of his chest. The light rays began to form into the image of a giant bipedal lizard. The very same one which saved him from the Basilisk all those years ago. It had the head of a dragon, the snout of a lizard, leather, thick scales akin to a Basilisk, and fierce eyes that held a gentleness to them.
As this apparition was forming, its colour began to flicker.
Deep blue, turquoise, a light blue akin to that of the sky, purple and then it finally settled onto a mystical blue which seemed to be a combination of all of the four previous colours yet, it had the blues being the predominant colours.
But this specific one just seemed to have an aura of its own which screamed power and leadership. At this point, his screaming which lasted for what seemed an entire eternity to Harry, was just a few seconds for Dumbledore, ceased.
Dumbledore stepped back in shock and satisfaction as he let out, "I cannot believe it. Titanus Gojira.."
AN: (1)Translation:- Show me this Magic Wielder's Titanus form. Whether it be Dark or Light,Weak or Powerful. SHOW ME!