I drew up Potter Manor and its environs. You can find it in my yahoo group. Next chapter I'll be describing and I usually draw things big things like this before I describe it to make it easier. I only use paper, pencils and a six inch ruler to make most of them. For some of them I also add some color to help clear things up. However when I draw the inside of Potter Manor I have decided not to use color. I just point out things, like chairs, cabinets, bookcases etc.
Just look in the 'I used pencils & 6in ruler to draw these' album and then click on the Potter Manor one. You'll find an aerial drawing of the manor and maybe a black and white sketch of the ground floor of the main part of the building. .
Chapter 20 Fights on Privet Drive
Harry stood up quickly as the words were spoken. "I'll be there in a few" Kingsley stood up as well and looked at the teen across from him. "You aren't going Harry"
The teen in question snapped his wrist and his wand flew into his hand. "And are you going to stop me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
The Auror opened his mouth to respond but stopped to think. Harry could beat him in a duel, he had proven that at least seven times already. Why try to stop the teen from going if he was going to go anyway, with or without Kingsley.
"Fine but you better not get me in trouble" Without any other words they both rushed from the room.
Three minutes and forty-seven seconds later and the two wizards were outside of Hogwarts wards. With a small pop Kingsley had apparated and Harry, who had yet to learn that form of wizarding travel, picked up a rock from the ground and muttered "Portus" before being whisked away.
Harry had arrived in an area he knew well, the kitchen of the house he spent his childhood, facing where the window should be. There was a huge hole in the backyard wall. The refrigerator had been knocked over, spilling food and drinks over the floor. The table as well as chairs had been overturned. Broken plates and silverware littered the area.
He pushed open the door and walked into the hallway. A Death Eater's body lay on the floor blood seeping from his chest, the bloke had got shot with the 12-gauge buckshot shotgun his uncle kept in the coat closet. Looking away from the dead Death Eater Harry saw that the door to the livingroom had a big hole in it. Pushing it open he saw the body of another Death Eater, this one missing most of its right shoulder, as soon as he entered.
Vernon Dursley was sitting in his favorite chair, the shotgun laying at his side. The once beige chair was a dark red, soaked in his uncle's blood. Various wounds littered his body. All of his fingers were missing from both his hands, though they could be found on the floor. Both of his eyes were dangling from their sockets. Harry thought the cause of death was most likely the fat muggles slit throat, most likely done by a survival knife or a type of weapon with an equally serrated blade, due to the rough and jagged cut. He had to guess a survival knife because Dudley had kept one under his bed, the overweight teen had thought it cool to own such a dangerous looking knife.
Looking around Harry saw his aunt on the sofa. It seemed he was right about his uncle because his cousin's survival knife was buried into the woman's chest, right where the heart lay. If Harry had to guess the Death Eaters put his Aunt under the Imperius Charm and made her cut off his Uncle's fingers, gauge out his eyes and then slit his throat. They then lifted the curse off of her and in her grief she had ended her life.
At first Harry felt a sense of grim satisfaction that the tormentors of ten years of his life had finally met justice. However the feeling was quickly replaced by anger, whether it was because he himself did not get to dish out the justice, or at the thought that they had killed his relatives, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was angry and he needed a way to vent it.
The dark haired youth picked up his Uncle's forgotten shotgun and ran outside where the battle was still being fought. When he arrived, the young wizard half wished he had stayed at Hogwarts. Most of Privet Drive was on fire. The smell of burnt flesh was the first thing one smelled. Death Eaters, in their black robes, battled with Aurors in their red. Flashes of light, the most often seen a bright green, flew from both sides.
There was so few Aurors left fighting. Harry watched as the twenty or so Aurors left were pushed back by the forty to fifty Death Eaters still standing. From where he stood he could see the backs of the Aurors as they came closer and closer to his position of the lawn of Number 4 Privet Drive.
He checked the firearm in his hand. His Uncle had wasted five out of the eight rounds that resided in the thing. That left him with three shots to use. Using a weak sticking charm he stuck the gun to his back, the barrel reaching past his ear, so he didn't have to worry about it hitting him if accidently going off.
With his trustworthy phoenix feather core wand Harry charged forward. Some of the Aurors were fresh recruits, most only three of four years older then Harry. Growing up on stories of the Boy-Who-Lived, hearing the rumors of his yearly adventures and witnessing him in the Triwizard tournament,(three or four years ahead of Harry meant they graduated during Harry's third or fourth year) it should of come as no surprise when the moral of the Aurors lifted as they saw the Boy-Who-Lived come flying from their ranks, spells flying from his wand faster then most wizards and witches there. The Aurors pushed back with a renewed vigor, pushing the Death Eaters to the end of Privet Drive. Pass the smoldering ruins of the houses of Privet Drive, pass six and nine, eight and eleven, ten and thirteen.
Harry let loose a hail of stunners, each red light flying from his wand a second after the one before that. Only one of them had actually hit but it did put some of the Death Eaters on the defensive.
There was a series of pops as Death Eater reinforcements began to arrive and at once the Aurors and Harry were pushed back. The Aurors were dropping like flies and soon there was only nine Aurors and Harry.
"Retreat!" Kingsley shouted over the screams of incantations. A look of concentration flashed over the nine Aurors faces. Nothing happened, except a green light colliding with one of them.
"They have anti-apparition wards up!" another shouted. Harry rolled his eyes 'No duh!'
"Try your portkeys!" The Aurors seemed to clutch something in their robe and mutter something and still nothing happened.
"We'll have to get out of the wards." They traded more spells with the hundred strong Death Eaters.
"There are too many of them!" Another Auror fell, only seven of them were left with Harry.
Not bothering to listen to their debate on what to do, Harry decided to take some action
He charged the Death Eaters, spells flying everywhere. A Severing Charm managed to catch him in the cheek. Blood trickled down his face, drops flying off as he continued running forward. Shield charm incantations left his lips and colored domes and shields of light flickering to life from the tip of his wand.
Most spells that hit the shields the Boy-Who-Lived created either ricocheted off or rebounded at the caster. The few that managed to get through he would just duck, or shift his upper body to the side in order to avoid them. Thanks to the helpful potion he had taken a month ago, along with the little burst of swiftness from his dingo animagus form he had reached the Death Eaters fairly quickly.
He reached behind his back and whipped out the shotgun while simultaneously shoving his wand in its holster. Bringing the shotgun up to his chest he fired a round and yelped in pain as the thing recoiled and whacked him in the nose. Blood gushed from his nose and the dark haired teen felt like an idiot.
Ducking a volley of spells he put the butt of the stock against his shoulder and still crouching, fired again. The recoil wasn't nearly as bad but he still fell on his butt, the back of his head smacking the pavement. A slight ringing was in his head as Harry saw several Death Eaters approach him. He grasped the shotgun desperately in his right hand and lifting it slightly pulled the trigger. His arm flew back and into the pavement, sending searing pain through his arm. The gun flew from his grasp, clattering out of his peripheral vision.
Loud ringing took up most of his hearing, though he could hear the distant pounding of footsteps and shouts of dozens of people. Stumbling to his feet Harry grabbed his wand with his left hand. Six Death Eaters had him surrounded. Their wands were pointed right at his chest.
"Well well well, Potter tries to be the hero again." 'Death Eaters are way to melodramatic' he thought as his head spun. "Surrender Potter and we won't have to take you to our Lord painfully" a Death Eater commanded. Harry stared at the Death Eaters around him for a minute. He had barely heard a word the guy had just said. The ringing in his ear had started to die out but the injuries that he had basically inflicted upon himself hurt like hell. 'Note to self, never ever use a shotgun again' he thought as he looked at his bruised and bleeding arm.
"Speak Potter!" another black robed figure spat.
"Crucio!" Harry ducked just in time as the curse flew over his head.
"No! The Dark Lord said we are to bring him in with as little injuries as possible!" The lead Death Eater shrieked loudly.
Getting tired of the Death Eaters Harry intoned "Stupefy!" and watched as the jet of red light hit one of the Death Eaters. The other Death Eaters threw spells at him, mostly stunner and body-binders. He ran at the biggest of the Death Eaters surrounded him. Spells whizzed pass his back, grazing his robes and leaving many scorch marks upon them. When he got close enough Harry jumped off the ground and bent his right knee so his kneecap was facing the wizard. His knee crashed into the man's stomach, making the guy in question lose his breath and fall backwards on the pavement. Harry, who had landed in an awkward crouch yelled "Protego" before getting to his feet. Several jets of light ricocheted off his shield before he darted towards the ranks of Aurors, which had swelled since he first rushed the Death Eaters.
He strafed randomly in order to avoid the spells being shot at his retreating back. He was almost at the line of red robed Aurors when a spell hit him square in his back. The young mage was propelled forward by the banishing curse, where he collided with three Aurors.
He clamored to his feet for what felt like the fifth time that night. The Aurors were still outnumbered at least two to one. There were about one hundred and fifty Death Eaters and only around seventy Aurors.
"Inflatus!" The navy jets of light joined the already steady stream of light that flew from the Auror wands. It reminded Harry much of the battles fought between the British and the Americans during the American Revolution, as well as many other wars fought in that time period. Where the enemies would stand in lines and trade volleys. Although it didn't surprise him that large scale conflicts in the Wizarding World would be like that, considering for such an advance society they were stuck in the past.
"Leve Escudos!" the wave of blue light broke through several of the Death Eaters shields, leaving them vulnerable to the spells of the Aurors. Waving a wand the dark haired teen conjured a long brick wall in front of him and several other Aurors. Because he stood where he was many of the Death Eaters were aiming spells at him, meaning the Aurors around him were being targeted as well.
Getting tired of the 18th and 19th century way of fighting, considering it wasn't much of a battle of skill, Harry decided to change things up a bit. Hoping that the younger Aurors would follow him, he held his wand in the air and yelling "Charge!" he ran forward. All of the younger Aurors did indeed follow him. Ignoring the cries of the older Auror, they crashed into the ranks of the Death Eaters.
The lean youth barreled into two Death Eaters who, to surprised by the sudden closeness of the battle to put up any kind of physical defense, fell to the ground where they were stepped on by Harry and the several Aurors behind him. Swinging his left fist into the mask of a Death Eater he used his wand in his right hand to banish another.
The Aurors, who were trained in the basics of hand-to-hand fighting had a bigger advantage against the Death Eaters in close quarters, since most of Voldemort's fighter were Middle, High and Elite class purebloods they had little to no physical strength.
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Pureblood society, like most old age societies was divided into different social classes. The pureblood one was divided into five sectors. Pureblood families who were homeless or had no job or no money what so ever weren't even considered a part of society by most purebloods. Muggle-borns and half-bloods were considered outside people to this society.
Low class purebloods were those whose jobs required that they do physical activities in their jobs, no matter how much money they made. Farmers, animal trainers, and animal breeders were all to delicate and dangerous to use magic and were the most abundant employment of Low class purebloods. Wayne Hopkins father owned a rather large farm and made a good amount of money, but his family chipped in with the physical work, therefor classifying them as Low class.
Mediocre class consisted of families like Arthur and Molly Weasley, who either made so few a salary or had too many children but still had a job that required the use of magic. Mediocre class families usually worked as clerks or low-grade Ministry jobs. Katie Bell came from a Mediocre class family.
Middle class consisted of families with parents like Aurors, healers, teachers, high-up Ministry officials and small business owners. This class consisted of the most purebloods. Out of the Death Eaters he knew that Nott and Macnair were the only members of the inner circle part of this class. Justin Finch-Fletchley, Lavender Brown and Angelina Johnson were part of this class.
The High class was filled with Ministry heads, big business owners, medi-wizards/witches and families with investments in the right places. Terry Boot and the Patil twins were members of this class.
The Elite class was the smallest class out of them all but had the most power. This class consisted of families who could live off the interest of their accounts alone. La crème de la récolte (the cream of the crop) of the pureblood families. The Blacks and the Malfoys are two of these families. The Potter family was once part of it until James Potter married a muggle-born witch, therefor casting the Potter family from the pureblood society.
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Harry just moved out of the way as a killing curse whizzed pass him. He replied with a spell of his own, sending the Death Eater to the ground with a hole in his wand hand. Using minor Dark Arts was something Aurors did regularly because they knew that minor Dark Art spells were effective without that alluring power curses like the Unforgivables had. And since the Aurors were using such spells, Harry decided he should as well.
The older Aurors had given up on trying to get back the younger ones and instead most of them charged into the fray as well. There were a few who were to old to due serious hand-to-hand combat, most of them were retirees and veterans of Voldemort's first reign and the war with Grindewald who were called out of retirement because there were so few Aurors.
Harry ducked the slow jab, sending his left fist into the black cloaked figures stomach. Yelling "Protego" he stood in his shield to catch his breath. Multiple jets of light ricocheted off of the dark green shield.
A killing curse approached the shield and upon touching it, broke the darker green dome into pieces, like a baseball going through a window. He had to dive to the left in order to dodge the fatal beam of light.
Ducking and diving at random intervals seemed like a good way to stay alive in such a close battle with magic. Sweeping the legs out from under a Death Eater, his instincts told him to duck. Not one to ignore his instincts, considering they helped him survive to this long, he did indeed duck and watched as the blue colored light of the Cruciatus Curse flew over his head.
Rolling to his right he stood up quickly, launching violet beams of light from his wand. Death Eaters went flying in every direction as the Expello Banishing Charm did its work. To busy focusing on teaching random Death Eaters to fly, the Boy-Who-Lived did not see the Cruciatus Curse that slammed into his back.
He did however feel it. Collapsing on the ground he let out a scream of anguish. White hot needles poked at his entire surface area. Fire ran through his veins and every tendon his body had felt like it would snap.
The curse was lifted after hours (In reality it was actually 17.6 seconds) and Harry found himself groaning in pain. Kingsley was standing over him, with a worried look upon his face.
"I'll be alright" he muttered. "Just have to get rid of the intense pain in my whole body" He sat up slowly and looked around him.
"What happened?" he asked groggily.
"Well besides the fact that you have several of the older Aurors pissed at you and the younger ones?" Kingsley inquired.
"I mean with the battle" Harry said.
"Oh. Well with the battle so close quarters we were about evenly matched, them with the numbers and us with the skill. When you go hit with the Cruciatus, you were pretty far away from the rest of us. It seemed your screams awoken something in these younger Aurors we haven't seen yet, because they fought like I've never seen them fight. The Death Eaters called it quits seconds afterward, dispatched their wards and fled." Kingsley explained. "Sixty-three Aurors died and nineteen are seriously injured. We have thirty four dead Death Eaters and a good forty two captured. There are seventy seven dead muggles and thirteen injured."
"And what of the Death Eaters? Will they be put in Azkaban?" he asked.
"It is the only place we have" Kingsley replied shrugging his shoulders. "Now come on. I'll get you back to Hogwarts before stopping at the Ministry" The black Auror hefted the teen to his feet before grabbing something in his robes and muttering something.
Harry felt the pull around his navel before he arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. "How many portkeys do you have?" he wondered out loud.
"One to the Ministry, one to Hogwarts, one to headquarters and one to my house" Kingsley answered. They walked to the imposing castle, Harry using Kingsley as a sort of crutch.
"I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey but it will have to be quick" Kingsley stated as they pushed open the doors to the Entrance Hall.
"What? Know way! I'm not going to her. She'll keep me there for weeks. Imagine spending weeks in that room. That white room, nothing but white! Its enough to drive anyone crazy!" Harry cried out. "Please. Just take me to Gryffindor Tower. It'll be right quick. I know a couple of passageways that'll make the journey quicker"
"You owe me" Kingsley grumbled out before following the teens instructions on where the first passageway was.
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed as soon as he walked into the common room. The tall redhead approached his friend. "You don't look to good mate. What happen? And what is that smell"
Harry sniffed and realized the smell of the burning flesh had sunk into his clothes."Attack at the Dursley's" Harry answered. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are dead. Suffered some nasty casualties, more then the Death Eaters. Fair amount of prisoners." Harry answered.
"I'm sorry mate"
"Don't be. They were only relatives in blood. Maybe...maybe if they actually treated me like a human and not like some kind of slave, then I'd feel sorry, guilty even but I don't. They were bitter people who thought almost everyone was inferior to them. They are the reasons purebloods hate muggles. I personally think the world is better off without them" Harry walked pass his friend.
"We have Quidditch trials Sunday" Ron said out of no where.
"How come it took so long?" Harry asked.
"It seemed that during the middle of the second week of school the Slytherin team books the pitch for three weeks! They would of got more but Hooch denied them. I went there two weeks ago to get a spot. Well I managed to beat out Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for the first available free time, not taken by the Slytherin team." Ron explained.
"Gotcha mate. Now if you don't mind. I'm pretty knackered" Without waiting for an answer Harry rushed up the stairs and went into his dorm. Seeing no one around he decided to take his mind off of the days trouble, that in the fact that his body still ached. Harry went to Seamus's beg and began tapping the stones around it with his hand. He eventually found a loose one, which he proceeded to pull out. Behind the heavy stone was several bottles of wizard liquor, firewhiskey and gillywater, and muggle liquor, vodka, rum and gin.
Deciding to go with something strong Harry grabbed a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey. Once a month the sixth year Gryffindor boys would sit around and drink alcohol while just talking. It was a tradition they started after the Yule Ball when none of their dates went as plan. Since then they have relied on Seamus to provide the alcohol and the says were picked at random.
However Harry had realized the getting drunk was a sure-fire way of getting a uninterrupted night of sleep. He relied upon those nights of male bonding to help him get his perfect night of sleep. However he was in desperate need to numb the pain of his aching body and to get rid of the smell of burning flesh.