What Can You Do?
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If there are any A/N in this chapter they will be marked with a * and the meaning behind it will be at the bottom of the chapter.
***There are going to be straight, gay, and lesbian pairings in this story***
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Chapter 3
Kneeling next to the stream washing his hands, Harry started to look around trying to remember how he got there. The last thing he recalled was laying down to rest.
"Do you think you're strong enough to save anyone Harry?" asked a voice coming from behind him. Standing up he turned to see who said it, but there was no one there.
"It's your fault your family is dead," it said again.
Looking around trying to find it he saw no one. He had no idea what was going on, all he had was a feeling that he needed to run, so he did. He didn't know where he was going, just the feeling that he needed to keep moving. As he was running, he started to search for something, anything, just somewhere he could stop to catch his breath, to come up with a plan. Looking around all he saw were trees. Trees and more trees until he noticed a break, up ahead. Running through them, he slowed to a stop and looked around confused.
'How did he end up in the courtyard of Hogwarts? And, why was someone just standing in the middle?' Not sure what was going on he started to cautiously make his way toward them.
"Hello. Are you ok? How did I get here?" Harry asked still slowly walking. The figured tilted their head to the side and released a small sinister laugh. Stopping, Harry gave them a look. He was getting ready to turn and walk away when the figure turned around. It was Voldemort, sporting a sinister grin causing Harry to take a couple of steps back.
"No. You're dead," Harry said in shock.
"Do you honestly think you can save anyone? You could not save your friends or family. What makes you think you can save anyone now? How many lost their lives due to you?" Voldemort asked, that grin never leaving his face.
Harry shook his head side-to-side and started to back away faster. This was just a dream. This had to be a dream. Voldemort was dead. There was no way this could be real.
"Harry? Why?" he heard coming from behind him. Turning, so he could keep an eye on Voldemort, and see who the new voice belonged to. It was when he saw the small frame twitching, that he took in a deep breath.
"I thought you were the savior. I looked up to you. How could you let me die? Why didn't you save me?" Colin continued to ask, his body flickering in and out of existence, along with the twitching, as if he was still under the Cruciatus Curse*.
"I'm sorry. I did not mean for yo-"
"Do you know what Fenrir did to me Harry?" a female voice asked. Moving his head to look to Colin's right side, Lavender Brown was lying on the ground. There was blood on her face and neck, from the missing chunk of her shoulder. It looked as if it was torn out by an animal.
Walking backward Harry was in shock. It was when she started to drag her body towards him that he saw that it was even worse. Her legs were at odd angles, with the bones sticking out through the flesh, her fingernails were gone, as blood was seeping out of the nail beds. With horror on his face, Harry started to back away even faster.
"No. This is a dream," he whispered to himself.
"This has to be a dream," he repeated raising his hands to cover his ears and attempt to block out their voices, while shaking his head side to side, taking in deep breaths.
"This IS a dream," he said louder, lowering his hands, ready to pinch himself awake. Just as he was about to do it, a hand landed on his shoulder. It made him stop and turn to look at it. He saw that the nails were red and neat.
"Are you sure Harry?" a female voice asked from behind. Turning to face the voice he saw strands of light brown hair flowing, then everything went black. Looking around he could feel someone shaking him and saying his name. Turning towards the sound, an inferius* was lunging towards him. Jumping back, he reached for his knife.
"WH-?" Harry started to yell, but a hand was placed over his mouth. With still being half asleep, his eyes were searching trying to find the inferius. Taking in his surroundings he saw George in front of him. Feeling relieved that it was just a nightmare.
"What is going on?" Harry asked again, but it came out muffled, with George's hand still over his mouth. Looking him in his eyes he raised an eyebrow in question.
"Don't talk, just listen," George whispered frantically.
"An inferius was walking by the stream. I'm going to go tell the others to start packing. This area's no longer safe, we have to move now!" he whispered, worry slipping into his tone. It was when Harry's mind caught up with what was said he quickly got up and shoved the blanket he was sleeping on into his sack. Slinging it onto his back Harry nodded his head towards the woods, where the rest of the group was staying; in a clearing, they had found. George, with worry in his eyes, clapped his left hand onto Harry's right shoulder, squeezing it.
Nodding his head in understanding, George turned and ran into the woods, leaving Harry on the watch. Shaking off the last little bit of sleep he started to wonder why was an inferius so far away from any town or city? It was one of the reasons why they set up camp here. They were far enough away from the road that none should have wondered this far into the woods without something drawling their attention. There was always a slim chance one might, but something just didn't feel right.
As far as he knew inferius don't move far from where they turn. They only move when something drawls their attention, and even after a while, if it was not continuous, they would start to slow down and stop. They were more active at night, with moving around in small circles, but being out in the wilderness with only animal noises, and being midday, it made no sense. There was no stray light to attract them or loud noises, so why was one this far in the woods?
The closest town, from what he could remember, was about a day's walk. It was why they had not made their way to it. There was also a chance of running into a horde*, something they could not afford to do, and according to Dave, would just add extra miles to an already long journey. So, Dave decided that they would continue with the course already planned.
Harry shook his head and reached towards his belt. Unsnapping the top of his sheath he removed his knife. He could worry about that later, right now he had a job to do. Starting to make his way towards a small cliff that looked down into the ravine, he saw some of the trees shaking. He was getting ready to go on the defense when Arika ran out of them. She was on the opposite side of the river and in a hurry to get back to camp. It was apparent why when not long after, three inferi came out behind her. Changing course, Harry started to jog down the hill being careful not to fall. When the ground became level, he picked up his pace, turning his jog into a run.
Arika seeing movement out of the corner of her eye turned to see Harry running towards her. Holding out her right hand, she showed that she did not have a weapon. Noticing the gesture, he unclipped his second knife; tossing it to her. With the item safely in her hand, she pulled the blade out of its sheath, letting it fall to the ground. Once it was free, she turned her body, pivoting on her left foot, she swung her arm up, stabbing the knife into the side of the inferius head. It fell to the ground dead, as she pulled the knife free. Turning towards the other one gunning for her flesh, she started to run towards it.
Once Harry saw that Arika was good he continued to make his way to the last inferius. While running he raised the knife and brought it down, lodging it the inferius' upper forehead. When it went lax, he pulled the blade out and turned to check on Arika. What he saw made his blood run cold. It somehow had gotten her to the ground and was on top of her. Its hands clawing at her shirt, with its snapping jaws trying to take a bite. The only thing stopping it from completing its task was her left hand on its throat.
She was struggling to kill it. With the way it was on top of her, its shoulder kept getting in the way. She could not get a good angle without moving her left hand. Harry coming in from the right side; knife held aloft*, he brought it down, piercing the top of its skull, killing it. When the body went lax, Arika pushed it off letting it fall to the side.
Turning over, she knelt on the ground, her chest heaving up and down rapidly, trying to catch her breath.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked, hunched over himself, little huffs of air coming from his mouth.
"Yea," she said shakily.
"What happened?" he continued. Standing back up, he held out his hand for her to grab. Taking his hand, they gripped each other's tightly and he pulled her up. Once she was standing and stable, he let go of her hand and started looking around the area. Making sure there were no more unexpected visitors.
"I was on my way back to camp, after making the rounds, when one ambushed me. I killed it but more started to come. One of them grabbed ahold of me, though I was able to break free, I ended up dropping my knife. I tried picking it up, but it was no use. They just kept coming, so I ran. Figured, one of you guys could help. Where are the others?" she asked looking up the hill and seeing no one there.
"How many where there?"
"I counted six, before running into the woods. I lost count after that. We must leave. Between the one I killed and these three, there are still at least three, if not more, that could make an appearance at any moment." Nodding his head ok, Harry started to walk back towards the hill.
"George said he saw one walking by the stream not that long ago and ran to tell the others that we have to leave. We need to head to the clearing."
Arika gave Harry a nod and started to make her way up the hill, with Harry standing on guard below, waiting until she was safely at the top. Once she was, they switch roles. After he was up, they started to run into the woods, hoping to find the remaining members of their group safe.
~~~~~~~~Slytherin~~~~~~~~
A/N-Also if anyone has any questions about the story please ask.
1. Crucio- I torture (Latin)
Type: Cruciatus Curse, Unforgivable Curses
Pronunciation: KROO-shea-oh
Description: Inflicts intense pain on the recipient of the curse; the pain is described as having hot knives being driven into the victim. It cannot be cast successfully by a person who is doing so out of pure spite or anger; one must feel a true desire to cause the victim pain.
~~~~~~~~Ravenclaw~~~~~~~~
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