Harry placed his silver sword on his belt before looking over his bag while Severus watched him with dark eyes.
"Are you expecting trouble?" Severus asked softly.
"In the Lestrange family manor?" Harry asked with a quirk to his lips. "I'll be disappointed if we don't get into trouble."
Severus tensed as his eyes hardened.
"I don't like this," Severus admitted.
"I know," Harry replied. "But I need you on this side of the wards."
"And Dracka?" Severus counted.
"Is a dark creature, Severus." Harry stated simply. "It will only be Melissa, Bill, Callum and I stepping over the wards."
"That's three Dark Wizards, Blake." Severus pointed out.
"Yeah," Harry agreed and ran a hand down his face. "I trust Callum and Bill to have my back."
"And Melissa?"
"As I said, I'll have Bill and Callum watching my back." Harry repeated in amusement. "This will be a good test for her."
Severus's eyes bore into him and Harry stepped closer. He let his hands rest on the other man's hips.
"And if you pay the price?" Severus asked as he cupped his face and ran his thumb over the fading bruise.
"You worry too much," Harry said with a grin.
"You don't worry enough!" Severus snapped before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a kiss as he grabbed his sides and felt the flak vest under his shirt. "Glad to see you are learning at least."
Harry barked a laugh as he pulled the man close and wrapped his arms around him, taking in the scent and heat of him. Severus kissed his neck and he tilted his head to the side.
"The vampire has been here," Severus whispered in his ear and Harry shivered.
"He stopped by last night," Harry commented as Severus pulled back to look at him. "Can you pick up his magic?"
"Faintly," Severus replied. "Did he feed off you?"
"A little," Harry answered. "You must be picking up on the marker of his magic."
"I thought he was in a good mood when he got home," Severus said with a smirk. "Good to know it wasn't some random person on the street."
Harry barked a laugh.
"Hey, Blake?" Bill called from outside the tent. "Are you ready to go?"
"Almost," Harry called back.
"How did Bellatrix die anyway?" Severus asked.
"Heart attack," Harry remarked. "After how many times did we try to kill that woman and it was a heart attack in the end. I think the death of her husband when Malfoy's manor was raided may have tipped her over the edge…well more than she already was."
The two men shared a look at that.
"Good luck, Blake." Severus whispered and pulled him into a kiss.
There was more heat to the kiss this time as Harry's hands wandered up his sides, feeling his soft skin before they pulled apart.
"You make it sound like I'm going on a death mission," Harry said with a grin. "I'm just walking into a house."
Severus snorted.
"It's never that simple with you, Blake."
xXx
Harry looked at the archway of magic that he'd made and the last ward in place. Callum stood to his right with Melissa and Bill to his left. They each had a bag of food and supplies as well as a walkie, in case they were broken up. They had phones as well, but they'd found that walkies worked better if magic played up. Harry sighed and opened his mind to the magic around him. He pulled out his silver knife and sliced into his palm. He opened his mind further and reached out with his bloody hand and grabbed the last ward.
"Blake Sun, representing Gringotts bank," Harry announced clearly and felt the line burn in his hand. "The last of the Lestrange bloodline is dead, I have permission from the Head of the Black family by marriage to pass."
Harry held the ward in his hand and could feel the dark magic swirling around him, as if waiting for something and Harry frowned. He reached out with his dark magic and ran it across the strand of magic in his hand but that didn't work. He didn't want to cut through the ward but it looked like he might have to do that.
"What about the Potter line?" Bill asked.
"Ry is the Head of the Potter family," Harry reminded him as he looked over to Bill.
"The Genger family is a distant relative," Callum added. "But that's going back a while."
Harry looked at the man with a frown as his mind worked through the problem. The magic still burning in his hand. Severus strolled forward until he stood next to Harry as Callum stepped to the side to give him room.
"There is another type of connection that that family had," Severus pointed out.
"You don't have that connection anymore," Harry replied then paused. "Ah, okay. Cast the spell and I'll tie it in. It might be enough to tip the scale."
Harry strengthened the link with Severus as the man gave him a smirk.
'Are you going to warn them?' Severus asked across the link.
Harry just sent back amusement as Severus pulled the elder wand.
"Morsmordre," Severus intoned and the Dark Mark rushed out of his wand and into the sky.
Bill and Melissa hissed and pulled back as gasps sounded around them. Harry ignored them as he picked up the dark spell. Severus's magic brushed over him as he tied it into the ward and something seemed to click. The ward in his hand disappeared, leaving the archway free. Harry looked up at the Dark Mark and still felt a shiver go down his spine as the snake twisted around the skull. It didn't seem to matter how much time had passed, the sight still sent bolt of fear through him. Severus clasped a hand to his shoulder before moving back to where he'd been before, leaving the spell in place.
"Right then," Harry announced with a grin. "Shall we?"
Callum barked a laugh as Bill and Melissa looked at him, both looking pale.
"You do know, that will bring the Aurors in a panic," Callum remarked.
"Kingsley hasn't yelled at me for a while. It's about time I gave him a reason to," Harry retorted in amusement as he stepped through the open gate with Callum a step behind him.
"Are you just going to leave that there?" Bill questioned in concern. "Severus won't get into trouble for casting that spell, will he?"
"Wouldn't have been the first time that he's cast that spell," Harry said mildly with a smirk over his shoulder and he could see the shiver go down Bill's back.
"Bloody Death Eaters," Bill cursed.
"He's a converted one at least," Harry pointed out and watched in interest as the blood drained from Melissa's face. "Though if Dracka ruins another one of his potion books, he may just fall back on bad habits."
Bill and Callum gave a laugh as Harry focused back on the path in front of them as the front porch came closer. He looked around the grounds but couldn't pick up on much magic around them as they carefully walked up to the front door. Harry placed his hand on the door.
"Blake Sun," Harry announced. "On behalf of Gringotts bank."
The door creaked open under his palm. Melissa went to say something then stopped and he turned to her. He raised his eyebrow in question.
"You talk to the wards like they are a real thing," Melissa said softly.
"Of course," Harry said with a grin. "Magic finds a way of making a life for itself. Remember that."
Melissa frowned at his words and Bill grasped her shoulder.
"You'll understand that better in time," Bill offered.
Harry turned back to the open doorway and stepped forward over the threshold.
xXx
Severus started as the metal gate suddenly swung shut in front of him with a loud clang. He then started again as Kingsley apparated near him and looked up at the Dark Mark hovering in the sky before focusing on him. Severus pulled out the elder wand and held it out to him, hilt first.
"Did you have to?" Kingsley snapped as he took the wand. "Do you know how much paperwork this involves!"
"Yes," Severus replied but his eyes were on the house and his link with Blake.
Kingsley looked over to where he was looking. He used Blake's wand to dismiss the Dark Mark and handed the wand back to Severus.
"What has he gotten himself into this time?" Kingsley asked as he looked over at the house.
"That is yet to be seen."
xXx
Harry started as he felt something jolt through the wards as he stepped over the threshold but he couldn't see anything different. Callum then Bill and Melissa followed him in and they looked around. They were in a big reception area and Harry could feel the dark magic on the air as he glanced around. Everything was neat around him, even with the layer of dust, but he got the unsettling feeling of something watching him. He could pick up the dark spells around the room and the unsettling feeling could have been a spell.
"Kind of creepy," Callum remarked with a frown. "They like to point out they were a dark family."
"You should have seen the Black family home before I cleared it out," Harry said mildly as he made his way further into the house. "The goblins have moved Sirius's vault even further underground due to the dark artefacts in it."
Harry placed his hand on the closest wall and felt something slide under his palm. He snatched his hand back quickly with a shiver.
"That's unsettling," Harry muttered. "The walls are almost alive with dark magic. Try not to use any dark magic. Callum, I would suggest pulling your magic closer."
He felt Callum pull his dark magic close to his skin. Harry walked over to stand in front of him. He grabbed the man's hand and ran his light magic over his skin to cover over his dark magic and felt him shiver at the feeling. The man's eyes locked with his and Harry gave him a smile. Harry stepped away from him and towards Melissa and she gave him a guarded look as he stopped in front of her. He held his hand out and Melissa frowned down at it.
"I need to hide your dark magic," Harry explained. "It will give you a layer of protection against the dark magic in this house."
Melissa hesitated slightly before holding out her hand and Harry grabbed it in his own.
"Pull your dark magic close to your skin," Harry ordered.
He felt the woman pull her magic close and he coated her skin in light magic. She gasped as her eyes widened as the magic settled on her. Harry let her hand go as he moved away and towards the hallway, the others behind him. He opened his mind even more to the magic until he could see the magic overlapping everything in the house. He steered away from the really dark rooms as they made their way through the first floor.
"Blake?" Bill called and he stopped and turned to the man. "Didn't we just pass this room?"
Harry looked around but to him and his sight it looked different than the other parts of the hallway that they'd been walking down.
"No," Harry replied. "It might be the magic, open your mind a bit more."
Callum snorted at his words and Harry gave him a smirk.
"Not as open as Callum's mind." Harry added.
"Says the man that has a vampire as a lover," Callum snapped.
"Not to mention Severus," Bill added.
A rumble had them all falling silent as Harry whipped his head around. He could faintly hear whispers around them as something seemed to brush against his arm. He looked further into the magic but he couldn't see anything and he frowned. Harry pulled his sword and swiped it through the air gently and heard a slight hiss.
"Blake?" Callum inquired.
"Sh," Harry whispered and took a step down the hallway with his sword out.
He kept his sword in front of him as the whispers kicked up and a slight mist drifted around. He used the sword to cut into it as he stepped forward. Something dark appeared to his left and he flicked the sword out, cutting into it. He broke the magic and felt a chill go down his back as something screamed. He cringed at the sound then paused as he stepped into a large dance hall.
A tall thin figure stood with their back to them as it looked into an empty fireplace. It had long, limp black hair down its back and wore a long back coat and pants. Harry could feel the magic around the figure as it stood there. He was sure it was a magical construct but not what kind.
"Hello?" Harry called as he stepped forward.
"Blake, there's nothing there," Callum whispered.
Harry felt a shiver pass down his back as the figure stood there completely still with its face turned towards the empty fireplace and he took a step closer. The person didn't move and Harry tightened his hand on his sword. The figure was unsettling to say the least.
"My name is Blake Sun," Harry announced. "I am here representing-"
"I know who you are," a man's voice hissed and Harry shivered at the dry sound.
Harry stopped moving and held his hand out to the others behind him. He held his sword in front of him but not up.
"Then you know that the last of the Lestrange bloodline is dead," Harry mentioned.
The person turned slightly to show pale skin with sunken cheek bones, just skin over bones. The features were clearly male with short rough hair over his face. The man looked more skeleton than human as it stood there with unnatural stillness. Most of his face still cast into shadows.
"What do you want?" The man asked.
"Since no blood relatives are alive," Harry replied, calmly. "Relatives by marriage wish to claim this house and all assets."
"No," the man disputed as he turned his head, ice blue eyes locked with him and Harry winced as pain spiked across his head.
"Blake!" Callum hissed. "You are talking in parseltongue."
The man's lips curled up showing off yellowed teeth, the skin stretching further over his cheek bones.
"Move back," Harry ordered the others with a wave of his hand. "Get back to the hallway."
He felt them move back as the man watched him with icy blue eyes and an eerie sneer. The man stepped forward and Harry held his ground. He felt magic pushing on him and the whispers in the back of his mind. He brought his sword up and braced himself.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded.
The man stepped closer and Harry's eyes narrowed, seeing the magic. The man brought up his hand, the skin stretched thin over the bones. A sword of bone appeared in the man's fingers and Harry stared at it in fascination. He'd never seen anything like it before.
"Are you the house guardian?" Harry pressed as the man stepped closer.
The man paused and fell into a fighting stance and Harry frowned at the move.
"Callum," Harry called. "You said there is nothing there?"
"There is nothing there," Callum confirmed.
The man sneered as his piecing blue eyes were locked with him.
"Bill, can you see anything?" Harry asked.
"I can see dark magic but nothing else," Bill replied.
"You trust those men?" The man rumbled. "Over what you can see with your own eyes?"
"They haven't steered me wrong before," Harry retorted and stepped forward.
The man smirked, pulling at the skin over his cheek bones, and swung his sword. Harry held his sword up in both hands. The man blurred and suddenly he was in close quarters with him. Harry quickly brought his sword up between them as the bone sword came at his head. The man's sword smashed into his and Harry cursed as his sword jolted in his hands.
"Blake!" Callum yelped. "A barrier has come up."
Harry slipped to the side quickly as the man swung his sword back around with power and smashed it into his again. He felt a jolt down his arm as the sword rang out and he heard cursing behind him. He tuned it out as he focused on the man before him.
The man attacked with both skill and power as each time that bone sword hit, he felt it in his own bones. The man moved with inhuman speed and Harry was having trouble keeping up with him as he danced with his sword. He could feel the strain as he blocked, then ducked under the man's swing. He could feel sweat on his brow and flicked is head as he skipped to the side. He brought his sword around, then suddenly the man was gone.
He dropped down in a crouch just as that bone sword cut through the air above him. He rushed up and stabbed his silver sword through the man's stomach. Those icy blue eyes locked with him as the man bared yellow teeth at him before he disappeared. Harry unbalanced with a yelp and went sprawling, his own sword cutting his arm as he fell.
Harry cursed and he grabbed his arm as his blood splatter across the floor. Callum rushed forward and crouched down in front of him and quickly pulled a bandage from his pocket to stop the bleeding. Callum looked pale as he grabbed his arm. Harry slipped his bag off his back and shrugged out of his jacket.
"What did you see?" Callum demanded as Harry pulled out the potion pouch that Severus had given him.
"A man with a bone sword," Harry answered then hissed as Callum poured a potion over the cut. "I was hitting something, whether it was magic or not. I'm not sure."
Callum bound up the cut then looked at his blood on the floor.
"That can't be a good thing," Callum muttered.
Harry looked down at the blood and could see the floorboards flexing slightly as the blood soaked in. Bill hurried over, looking pale, as he watched the blood drain away into the floorboards.
"That's creepy," Bill remarked.
Harry's head flicked up and he looked around.
"Where's Melissa?" Harry snapped.
Bill spun around.
"She was right behind me," Bill said. "Melissa!"
The woman didn't respond and Harry stood once Callum was done tying off the bandage. Harry picked up his sword and placed it back on his belt. He focused on the light magic that he'd placed on Melissa's skin.
"She's still in the house," Harry replied. "This way."
Harry shrugged his jacket back on before picking up his bag and slinging it over his left shoulder. They headed towards one of the doors but the room was quiet around them. Harry kept his magic sight at the front of his mind, just in case.
Suddenly and without warning, something grabbed a hold of his magic and pulled sharply. Harry fell to one knee with a cry as he grabbed his chest. His bag slid off his shoulder with a thud.
"Blake!" Callum yelped and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Harry groan at the pain as he grabbed a hold of his magic and roughly pulled it as close to him as he could. The pain eased off as his magic sight disappeared. He looked up into Callum's eyes and the man gave him a slight grin.
"Right there?" Callum asked, then looked around and tensed. "Where's Bill?"
Harry started, then cursed.
"This damn house is splitting us up," Harry swore.
Harry opened his bag and pulled out a thin cord. He tied a knot in one end and looped it around his left wrist then another knot at the other end and flicked it around Callum's wrist.
"Can you tap that with your wand," Harry whispered as he rubbed his chest.
"What really happened with your black eye?" Callum asked softly as he taped the cord and it tightened around his wrist before settling and disappearing.
"What do you mean?" Harry inquired with a frown as he pulled himself to his feet.
"Your bruise and black eye?" Callum clarified. "How did you get it?"
"I was working on an old house that I had just brought off an old witch." Harry explained as they made their way out of the room. "I was looking through the wards, deciding if I wanted to knock it down or keep it standing and the house decided that it didn't want to be standing anymore."
"Severus and Dracka?" Callum pressed.
"Had decided on the smarter idea of staying outside," Harry replied. "I touched on one of the wards and the bloody roof collapsed."
Callum stopped which pulled Harry to a stop. The cord keeping them within a certain distance of each other and he turned to the man in question.
"Severus and Dracka got to play rescue party," Harry said with a slight grin.
Callum reached out and touch on a spot on his neck and Harry frowned. He was sure that the other man would be picking up on where Dracka had bitten him. The marker of the vampire's magic.
"What is this really about, Callum?" Harry prompted. "Have you had problems lately?"
Callum looked away.
"It brought back memories, didn't it?" Harry broached gently as he laid a hand on the man's arm.
"You would think that I would be used to it," Callum agreed. "You get into scraps a lot, but with everything with Malfoy…"
"I will not kid you and say that I am fine and that I have recovered completely, Callum." Harry told him, honestly. "I haven't and having a house fall on my head, didn't help me much either, even if the others found it amusing."
Callum quirked a smile before pulling him in for a hug. They may not be apprentice and master anymore but the bond was still there. They had worked very close together for many years and that left a mark on them.
"Come on, let's try to find the others." Harry suggested. "Can you open your mind to the magic? Just look for any light magic."
Callum nodded and took the lead until they came to a door at the end of the hallway. Harry stepped to one side of the doorway and pulled his sword. Callum covered the other side and called a silver blade to his hand. Harry crouched down and carefully grabbed the door handle and twisted it before holding up his hand with three fingers up.
Callum nodded and set himself ready. Harry counted it down before pushing the door open. High pitched squeals greeted them and Harry cringed at the sound. He peeked around the door and cursed. Bill stood in the middle of the room with a blade of light magic and was getting over run by small black creatures.
Callum and Harry jumped forward, mindful of how far apart they could move with the cord in place as they brought their swords to bare. Harry lunged, slicing through the first creature and the squealing increased. The two men worked seamlessly as a team as they pushed through the creatures towards Bill.
Callum and Harry had worked like this many times before over the years. They knew how to hold and push for ground as Harry kept both Callum and Bill in his sights. Harry ducked as a small beast jumped towards him and Callum cut it down. Harry rolled to the side and pulled on his magic and threw out a fire spell. It burned forward in a rush and screaming.
Harry cut the spell quickly as something grabbed his spell. He stumbled as he rolled to his feet. His vision greyed suddenly and he lost his footing. He crashed to the floor hard, his sword clattering across the floor as pain spiked in his chest. He pulled his silver knife and swiped out at the creatures that had tried to move in. He rolled quickly into a crouch with his blade out before him.
Callum had slipped in close to him and was pushing the creatures back as he kept an eye on him. Harry took a second to glance at Bill and the distance to the man. His fire spell had worked to clear some space around them but more of the creatures were closing in. What they lacked in size they made up for in numbers. He wouldn't be able to use his magic without the house grabbing it.
"Blake?" Callum hissed.
"I can't pull on my magic," Harry gasped.
Harry staggered to his feet and called his sword to his hand. He pushed forward with the knife in one hand and sword in the other, driving the small creatures back.
"Down!"
Harry dropped flat to the ground on his stomach before fire raced over him. He cupped his hands to his head from the heat swirling around him. He closed his eyes as the heat rolled over him.
"Enough, Callum!" Bill yelled.
Callum cut off the magic and Harry looked over to Bill sprawled out much like him before he picked up the silver knife that he'd dropped. He sat up to look at a grinning Callum and the blackened walls of the room.
"That worked!" Callum cried with a wild look in his eyes as he looked around.
"Fucking mad," Harry muttered.
The room was empty, not even a hint of the dark creatures that they'd been fighting remained as Bill made his way over. He had a few scratches down his arms but otherwise looked okay.
"Don't let your blood hit the ground," Harry said quickly and Callum pulled a cloth and potion from his pocket.
Bill held his arms out to the other man as Harry just sat on the floor. Bill looked around before focusing on the man in front of him and Callum gave him a grin that had a shiver running down his back.
"Bloody Dark Wizards," Bill cursed.
Callum barked a laugh as he finished cleaning the scratches and gently placed the tip of his wand to the lines and whispered a basic healing charm. The cuts sealed up but would need a healer to close them correctly. They just didn't want them to bleed.
"Can you call your magic?" Harry asked. "Just be ready to cut it off if something grabs it."
Bill did as he was ordered and a ball of light appeared in his palm, when nothing happened he stopped the spell.
"What's going on?" Bill asked.
"My blood must have formed a link with the house," Harry explained. "Whenever I use magic, it grabs a hold of it."
"Can you cut through the link?" Callum asked.
"It's a blood link, Callum." Harry stated and Bill hissed. "We need to get this house to surrender."
"What did you see before?" Bill asked while Harry pulled out another cord from his bag.
He looped one end over the same wrist that he had placed the other one before tying a knot at the other end and held it out to Bill. The man held his wrist out and Harry looped the cord around his wrist and Callum tapped the cord and it disappeared.
"A man in a long black jacket," Harry replied. "More skeleton than human."
"You were talking in parseltongue," Bill told him. "Except when you were talking to us."
"Must have been the language the man knows," Harry remarked as he got to his feet. "A common language you could say. That man, and I use that term loosely, could be from the founding of this house."
Both men shivered at that thought.
"Is he the guardian of the house?" Bill asked.
"Possibly," Harry replied. "We have to find Melissa now, then the source of the house's power."
Callum gave a smirk and they walked out of the room. Harry rubbed his chest and Bill gave him a sharp look.
"Are you okay?" Bill asked softly.
"Sure," Harry replied and Callum gave him a smirk over his shoulder.
Callum lead them to the third floor of the house, then to a narrow set of stairs. Harry stopped him and paced forward first.
"This must lead to the roof," Harry said softly.
The other two men nodded and fell back slightly. Harry tightened his hold of the sword in his hand as he climbed up the stairs until a hatch stopped him. Harry pushed open the hatch in front of him and poked his head up carefully before moving onto the flat roof.
Melissa stood near the edge of the roof with a young man standing a few feet away from her talking softly. The woman turned when he appeared on the roof and Harry could see that she'd been crying. The young man near her turned as well and Harry was struck by the similarities between them.
Harry placed his sword away on his belt and slipped his bag off his shoulders. He carefully walked forward with Callum and Bill at his back.
"That is close enough," the man ordered in French, his green eyes lighter in colour than Melissa's. "Who are you?"
"My name is Blake Sun," Harry answered in French as he held his hands out to his sides. "And Melissa Sharman falls under my protection."
The man snorted before his lips twisted up into a smirk.
"Is that so?" The man asked as he turned to him. "You do not have the power to protect her."
"Blake," Melissa sobbed.
The sound went right through Harry and he was sure that he was looking at Melissa's brother.
"Shut up!" The man shouted at Melissa and she pulled back sharply.
Harry stepped forward and the man flicked his head back to him, disgust twisting his features.
"You think you can save her, muggle!" The man yelled at Harry. "Even with your wizard buddies."
Harry gave a lopsided grin.
"I think you need to look closer," Harry replied as he took a step closer and to the side.
"Stop moving!" The man snapped as he held up his hand and a ball of magic came to his fingertips.
"Non!" Melissa cried out.
Harry signalled for Callum to get to Melissa as he stepped to the side. The young man yelled and threw the ball of magic and Harry called his sword to his hand. He cut through the magic and the man froze with his hand outstretched with wide eyes.
"Who are you?" Harry snapped.
"You're not a muggle," the man said at the same time.
"He's my brother," Melissa whispered. "Roman."
Roman twisted his lips up with a cold look in his green eyes. He flicked his blonde hair to the side and pulled a pale wand from his pocket.
"He's dead," Melissa added and Harry felt a chill. "He was executed by the Ministry."
Roman threw another spell and Harry skipped to the side as it passed him. He could feel the darkness to the magic.
"Another Dark Wizard," Callum remarked. "We seem to becoming common place."
Roman's eyes flicked over to him and he smirked. Callum staggered back as dark magic rushed over him and Bill threw up a light barrier.
"Dark power, pulls dark power!" Roman shouted as Melissa grabbed Callum's arm as the man panted.
"And it takes a better person to rise above that," Harry spat.
The man yelled and threw out his dark power and Harry pushed it to the side. The whispers in the back of his mind started shouting. Bring up every doubt that he had until it focused on his memories of Melissa.
'She will kill everyone you love.'
'Give her time and she will destroy you.'
'Kill her now and end it before she gains more dark power.'
Harry pushed those thoughts to the side. Roman laughed as dark magic swirled around them. He glanced over and could see Callum and Melissa struggling under the power while Bill held his light magic around them giving them as much protection as he could. Harry was left to battle it alone outside of the barrier.
Harry stepped forward with his sword up and hard eyes. Roman took notice and he stopped laughing and increased the dark magic around them. He could hear cursing behind him and the pounding in his own head. He pushed what he could to the side as he panted slightly from the effort. He had dealt with this before, when he'd had to face a Dark Lord and the house and grounds had had thousands of years to soak in dark magic.
"Roman stop!" Melissa yelled.
"Can't you taste it!" Roman yelled. "Such power!"
"Blake!" Callum yelled. "Hurry the fuck up!"
"Working on it," Harry called back then gritted his teeth as the dark magic focused on him.
"You don't have the power!" Roman snarled.
Harry skipped to the side as a bolt of dark magic passed him, then quickly brought his sword up to block another. Silver ringing out on the air as the magic touched the blade and his felt the vibration in his bones. He pushed forward. One step at a time.
The man yelled as he called a dark blade and swung it towards him. Harry blocked as the dark magic rolled over him and he could taste it in the back of his throat. He flicked his sword around and the man blocked him with a mad grin. He wasn't a skilled swordsman but he had power on his side.
"You would die for her!" Roman snarled. "You don't even know her!"
"She is under my protection," Harry panted and skipped back a little too slow and the dark magic touched his skin and he hissed as a line of fire blazed across his stomach.
He skipped further back and pushed the pain to the side before dashing back in swinging and the man stumbled back. Harry slipped to the side and he could feel his magic rising as he pushed forward with his sword, looking for an opening. The man was a little too slow to block and Harry smashed his sword into him, throwing him off balance and the dark blade puffed away in smoke as they tumbled to the ground.
Roman threw out a fist and Harry grunted as it landed on his side. He felt dark magic flare as he rolled with the punch. He tried to roll to his feet but the man was on him quickly and each punch was backed up with magic. Harry flared his light magic on instinct and he heard a scream but he wasn't sure if it was his own or not as his vision greyed out. He had just enough time to pull his magic tight before he passed out.