Author's Note: I want to say thank you everyone for the comments. Keeps my spirits up!

Guys I literally made this chapter three days after I posted chapter 4, I was that excited to continue writing. But I refrained and tried my best to make sure to do the editing phase, which is always important. This is my first time writing such a big 'action' scene, so any feedback or critique would be a major help towards my help.

I would of course want to thank astrangeevent02 for being my beta reader for this long thing! Thanks a ton!

So any mistakes are the fault of the author.

Warning: There is mention of violence against woman. Certain graphic details of gore and racial violence. Just to give you guys a heads up.

Rage has no real power or taste for that matter. It's the orphan child of fear and despair.-Saint Walker. Green Lantern: The Animated Series

Chapter 5: We're all mad here.

"Ta-da!" Mouse waved his arms in a show of smug satisfaction. "One entrance to a demon lair, at your service.

Standing before them was a great ornate door of beautifully carved oak wood. It was nothing short of a masterpiece of a forest scenery. Wolves hunted in the forest chasing the prancing deer. They mingled and jumped between the trees racing towards the wooden sun where they morphed into birds that weaved through the skies as one. Further past that there were many other intricating designs that were difficult for his eyes to catch. Of dancing figures under the moon and a train of strange caravans going off into the distance.

It was as breathtaking as it was intimidating.

Stepping closer to it Harry could feel the weight of the almost suffocating power thick in the air. It was heavy, like swimming through syrup mingled with the oppressive scent of charred smoke. With every breath, his tongue was made heavy, with each inhale a pull of power beckoned him forward. Coupled with that was the uncomfortable heat that was radiating off of the door.

"Certainly is a pretty thing. A shame really," Harry murmured through a rough cough. "Almost makes it worth the trip." He discreetly wiped away at the accumulating sweat from his brow.

"Could have been worse," Mouse shrugged.

In his smaller form, he had squeaked out the best route for the group to travel. While they did encounter a few of the minions of Rage it was thanks to Mouse's cautious planning that they had avoided the larger bands of the creatures. Harry was grateful, he was not that eager to face the horrifying picture of rabid corpses. Then the ensuing messy battle of gore and blood that would follow.

Actually, facing these creatures had brought forth an uneasy thought of necromancy and specifically how it operated in this plane of existence. To raise someone back from death was impossible in his world it required a too large a sacrifice, far too much power. It was by far the one thing that remained a permanent and irreversible condition, not even magic could alter it. Sure there other forms of magical creatures that had there own condition of the life after, the Phoenix Fawkes came to mind, that was not the same for humans. He thought back to Tom Riddle and his long arduous goal to escape the clutches of death by trying, in his folly, to gain immortality.

Did the same rules of death apply to this world? From his talks with Knowledge, and his own conclusions, the Fade is some form of Limbo. Although Harry had no memory of interacting with the afterlife in his sleep, that he could remember anyway. And of course there were the strange inhabitants of this place and their very nature. But without further evidence it was the best conclusion he had to go on.

Regardless, questions to ponder later. Probably best to wait after escaping this place and not while he was trying to keep his head attached to his shoulders.

Or never. Never was good

"So," Harry asked, "here we are at the door of a demon. How exactly do we get in?"

"The way is simple but there is something that must be said," spoke Valor, they stepped forward turning their metal gaze towards Harry. "Here is the domain of Rage. Here they will be at their most powerful. And their most desperate."

Mouse nodded along with Valor's words. He too turned his gaze to Harry. "A cornered animal is more dangerous. This won't be easy."

"Regardless of the peril, it will end here. It must. It would probably be best if you stay back." Valor added.

"Agreed," said Mouse. "You're powerful but I'm not sure how well you'll do against Rage."

Harry stared at them both in disbelief. "Then why in Marlin's name did you bring me along?" He pointed an accusatory finger at the two spirits. "You were both pretty pushy about this."

"Hey," cried Mouse. "We needed all the help we could get. Besides, you've done well so far but Rage is another category. And there's no time for a training course."

"The Spirit of Knowledge would be most vexed if you did not return whole." Valor confessed. "We do not mean to demean your value. The warning is only meant to remind you of caution."

"Thanks for the concern," Harry muttered. With a frustrating sigh, he gave them his full attention. "Fine then. Any other advice?"

"Do not die."

"Don't get hit."

"Thanks," Harry rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. So I guess we're knocking then?"

Instead of answering Valor just stepped forward placing one lone metal gauntlet on the surface of the door. Harry felt a familiar gathering of power as magic swirled around Valor's form washing it in a soft light before they faded into nothing.

"Well," Harry drawled blinking in surprise. "There goes one question answered."

"You get used to it."

"I'll take your word for it."

With that, the two companions stepped forward towards the door. Placing their hands at the center the same soft light engulfed their forms, whisking them away to an unknown destination.

-Line break-

Harry stumbled to his knees onto a cobbled road. He skidded across broken bits of stone and dirt. Behind him, he heard the sounds of Mouse falling onto the ground with a painful yelp.

"Ugh," Harry rubbed at his aching joints. "You Fade lot need to learn a more comfortable way of transport. I don't think my body can take much more of that." Well, it wasn't like the wizarding world had a more comfortable version either.

"Don't lump me in that," Mouse groaned out behind him. "I prefer my holes."

"Quiet." Valor hissed at them harshly.

"Don't tell me to be quiet you big-Oh."

Around them was chaos. The night sky was alight with fires from the burning buildings piercing the night were wails of terror. The familiar stench of charred bodies hung heavy along with the smoke that was further blackening the sky. Harry could feel the familiar presence of death hanging like a physical manifestation just at the edge of his peripheral.

"What in Merlin. Is that-Is that screaming?" Harry whispered. "Are there other people here?"

"This is not real." Valor stated calmly, seemingly at ease with the destruction around them. "This is simply a construct made by Rage. Do not let this dream take you."

"Real or not we need to move. Staying here isn't doing us much good," Mouse stated.

"Right." Harry used his staff to lift himself to a standing position. "But where? Surly Rage knows we're here by now." Harry calmed his panicing nerves, trying not to allow the picture before him to rattle him too much. Whatever had transpired here was not good, that was for sure. Perhaps the aftermath of a battle. There was nothing he could do about it. It was just a facade created by the Fade, an awful part for sure, but it was not real.

He had not failed.

"Listen," Valor cocked one metal head in concentration searching for something. "Do you hear that." In the distance, past the noise of despair, there was an odd clamor.

"Is that," Harry swallowed past his disbelief, "cheering?"

"Yes."

"And I bet that's exactly where Rage is." Harry's shoulders sagged in resignation.

"What makes you say that," Mouse looked at Harry with a raised brow.

"Because this is my bloody life." Harry's voice dripped with a sarcastic edge. Nothing was ever simple, his history could attest to that.

"Move." Valor dashed forward his armor clanking together with every step. They watched the decreasing figure of Valor before turning to each with a sheepish shrug.

"Well isn't he an eager Mabari." Mouse sighed. "Come on then, let's not lose him."

They began running behind Valor, ducking past destroyed buildings and mounting fires. They stepped past bodies lying in the street in an unseemly fashion. Some of them were dressed in armored gear, not as heavily strapped as Valor but they appeared as if they should have been able to protect themselves. But maybe the foe was too strong for them.

In their mad haste, they had yet to encounter a single living person.

Through the thick smoke, he saw the streets littered with men, women, and children laying in a puddle of their own blood. Bodies with large cuts all over their bodies with throats clawed open. Some were worst off, with limbs hacked in a gruesome scene. He saw a pointed ear woman-elven- with her back torn to bits, muscle, and bone exposed to the open air, and clutched tightly in her arms was the body of a child.

Harry turned away from the horrific scene. There was nothing he could do for the dead, not anymore. He repeated it like a mantra

There was nothing you could do. There was nothing you could do. Nothing you could do. Nothing.

The traversed into a long alleyway, the growing volume of the cheering spurring them onward. They made another sharp that spilled them into a large open square they came to a halt. A large tightly packed crowd stood before stingingly in raptured celebration. In the crowds center was an enormous blazing fire, the larger the flames grew the more they cheered. The heeded nothing, not the destruction around them, the choking smoke and dangerous rising fire, and not even the small group watching,

"Please tell me they're having a party," Harry said. His stomach felt uneasy as they continued to stare at the crowd. He could already feel a headache starting to form.

"I don't see any snacks," Mouse trembled. If he was in his smaller form he would have already hidden far away from here.

Valor did not speak. They only stared at the crowd in stilled silence. After a beat or two Valor pulled out their blade silently from its sheath.

Harry turned to spirit, a question on the tip of his tongue but stopped. Something pulled him back to the growing fire. He felt the song of power growing within the flames, concentrating into a singular pool. A chill traveled down his spine as a noise traveled over the cheering crowd, the fire was screaming.

"Is someone in there?" Horror gripped him as the screaming became louder in volume, the wails becoming inhuman.

"This is a memory," Valor replied grimly.

"Well it's a horrible one by the looks of it," Mouse said.

"A memory of what?!" Harry cried.

They watched as the fire grew past the center point, it began to consume the square, consume the crowd did not seem to feel its heat. Even as their skin began to melt, drooping off of scorched flesh and bones like wax. Shadows elongated across the buildings, clawed and monstrous. Their cries became disorientated filtering through like a broken record as the flames crackled around them. The screaming at the center became a crescendo morphing into the roars of a beast.

"The birth of Rage."

I'm in hell. Harry thought hysterically. Panic gripping his insides. I've died and gone straight to hell,

The embers ate away at everything. It blazed brighter and brighter almost lighting the night sky like a sun.

"Should we really be standing here," Mouse asked worriedly. Stepping forward he tugged a bit at Harry's arm. "I think it would best if-"

The world exploded.

A deafening roar resonated from the flame, the noise shook loose rubble and glass crashing down upon them. The group huddled close trying to avoid the debris. The square was immediately engulfed as screams colored the area.

A wall of fire raced towards them. Reacting quickly Harry called forth a barrier, a solid shimmering golden light appeared. Upon impact, the barrier shattered resulting in an explosion that pushed them back. It sent them flying into the air for a moment, arms flailing, before colliding with the hard earth.

The world tilted and spun. Harry winced at the pain coursing through his body, his ears were ringing. Turning to his left he saw Valor standing on unsteady feet, their armor scoffed and damaged. On his right Mouse gasped in pained breaths his hands clumsily reaching for something. All companions accounted for Harry turned to the danger at hand. He felt his throat cease in shock.

Harry had had had his fair share of encounters with dangerous creatures in his life. The Dementors that loved to devour the suffering of others, his especially. Every dark arts teacher he ever had. Tom. But dragons were an entirely different story, His first encounter had been the famed Hungarian Horntail from the Triwizard Tournament. He had escaped by the skin of his teeth with the use of his quick wit and his broom. Even then his goal was based on evasion, not a head-on assault. As he aged he learned to have a healthy respect for the creatures and see them for the powerful splendor they possessed, safely away from him.

His eyes fell upon a far more dangerous beast.

This dragon was nothing like the Horntail. This was a wild untamed thing of power packed in tightly coiled muscle, massive in size. Its body was decorated with smooth red scales. Extending from its head were two large horned crowns and on its tails were also carious rows of deadly spikes. Its eyes glowed with power and hate and its snapping jaw showed rows of razor sharp teeth.

"Holy Maker," Mouse whispered in horror.

The dragon released a roar that rumbled like thunder across the open sky, fire sprayed from its mouth scorching the air. A soft ring began to sing in Harry's head as the dragon flapped its massive leather wings. The air it created swept through the scorched square dislodging whatever was not nailed down throwing it in the air.

"What the hell is that?" Harry gasped out clutching at his head. "Is that suppose to be Rage?!"

"Yes. And it has to die." Valor took a few steps forward. Uncaring to the damage done to them.

"Agreed but I don't-Oh shit!" Too late. Rage reared on its hind legs while its spike necked curled further backward. It opened its mouth lunging forward as it spewed a torrent of flame from its maw straight towards them.

Running on pure adrenaline Harry placed his staff on the ground concentrating all his magic. He conjured another barrier to surround the group this time pumping it with as much magic as he could before steeling himself for impact. This was going to hurt.

The barrier was quickly overrun in the fire. In the center of the barrier, Harry grunted in exertion as they were engulfed in the inferno. Clutching at his staff he could hear the barrier reacting to the onslaught, the sound akin to straining glass. On one knee Harry began to push more of his magic trying to stave off the exhaustion creeping on him.

"Can't. Hold. It." Harry gasped out past gritting teeth.

Then there was the sound of the barrier straining under the attack before it broke and the fire descended upon them.

And then darkness.

And in the darkness, Harry heard the sounds of a song.

-Line Break-

There was a crowd of people surrounding him. Their expressions wrathful and disgusted.

"Kill the mage!"

"Abomination!"

"Murderer!"

Weak. He was so weak. Body broken, probably beyond repair. His right eye was forced shut and the ropes bit into his skin irritating his wounds. Breathing hurt, ribs were long broken.

"Die!"

"Monster."

Coming into view was an armed man. A Templar.

The templar barely spared him a glance instead he turned to the screaming crowd.

"Here lies the accused! Through the use of foul magics this Elf," the Templar spat at his bound form. "Has killed the late Lady Carmont, three young children, and a cursed a number of the innocent citizens of this very village."

"I didn't do it!" A voice, not his own pleaded to the Templar. It was softer more feminine in tone, even with a ruin throat. "Please listen to me. Lady Carmont was sick and the ba-" A metal gauntlet slapped him across the face. Blinking disorientation he felt blood slipping past his split lip.

"You have no right to speak her name, knife ear! Especially after the kindness that was bestowed upon you!"

He slumped in his bonds, defeated. There was no point to speak any more, judgment had already been passed. He was going to die. After all this, he was going die. The slow trickle ember grew in his belly along with the crescendos of a song.

"Let this be a reminder to all mages. Magic is meant to serve man! Not rule over him!" With that the Templar grabbed a torch, tossing it towards the prier. "May the Maker have mercy on your soul, monster!"

-Line Break-

Harry awoke with a harsh gasp the sounds of screams and music ringing in his ears. He gave out a pained groan. "Wh-what," he released a cough past a parched throat. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils. Everything hurt.

"By the Maker your alive!" Mouse moved into his view. His face twisted into panicked concern. "You really need to stop that. Not sure how many times I can save your life." Mouse was disheveled, soot and ash covered his body.

Wincing at his pounding headache Harry lifted a hand to his head and pulled it back to see it covered in the familiar color of blood. "Mouse?" he croaked to the spirit in pained whimpers. It was difficult to speak past his ruined throat and swimming vision

"No time!" Mouse hauled Harry to his feet, ignore his cry of pain.

In the distance, Harry could hear the triumph scream of Valor coupled with the shriek of pain from Rage.

Mouse frantically turned his gaze past the chaos before his eyes settled on a small semblance of shelter, a half-destroyed building that had avoided the main burnt of Rage's attack. He began to drag them both towards it picking past the rubble and destruction.

"We have to help them. Their burning." Harry rasped out on a slurred speech. He could barely keep his eyes opened as Mouse half carried half dragged him. "Gotta help put it out." In the distance, in his mind, the music had become screeching wails.

"You're in no position to help anyone!" Mouse screamed out. Bringing them both to the threshold of the building Mouse gingerly placed Harry on the floor. Turning his eyes back to the center square watching worriedly as the scene unfolded.

"Valor?" Harry croaked.

"Out there fighting that thing," Mouse said with a grimace. There was another burst of fire in the sky and another cry. Rage screeched at a deadly swipe from Valor's sword, hot red blood spilling from the wound. "Like a maniac."

"Such a beautiful song," Harry sighed past his lips.

"What!?"

"Can't leave."

"I heard you the first time." Mouse snapped. "How in Andraster's name are you going to do anything." Mouse muttered his gaze turned the fighting. "Can't do much here either." For a moment he just stared out seemingly lost in thought before his gaze hardened. "No choice then, you stay here and I'll-What are doing?!"

Groaning with effort Harry struggled to pull himself up. The singing in his head had yet to cease it only grew the longer he stayed still. His skeletal suit ached with every movement and he felt burdened with a heavy pressure. He heard the roar of Rage and behind that Valor, still fighting.

Standing on unsteady feet Harry answered. "Help. We came all this way to stop a demon, right?" He gave Mouse a crooked smile, his face covered in ash with blood caked and dried on his face. "Can't let Valor have all the fun." Leaning heavily against a destroyed door frame he glanced out towards Rage.

The dragon was still roaring out with fury with fire scorching the very air. Valor stuck under the dragon's belly stabbing upwards, blood flowing downwards. Rage cried out in pain before lunging for a swipe at them. Valor ducked out of the way just time as Rage's claws gouged out a large chunk of the earth. Raising their sword in defiance a bright light pulsed from their swords stagger the dragon back a few clumsy feet.

With a steady breath, he took a few steps forward before Mouse's voice stopped him. "Are you insane!" Harry did not have an answer for that one.

"Probably."

His body hurt everywhere. Rage's initial attack had taken a heavy physical toll on him. Some time in the chaos he had lost the staff that Valor had handed to him, even though he did not need it for magic it would make a good walking stick. The smartest thing to do would be to flee, Hermione would have probably agreed. Probably come up with a smarter plan that did not translate into him walking towards his death. But Hermione wasn't here. She wasn't here to yell at Harry for his foolhardy decision making or to save his arse.

She would already know the futility of trying to stop him. Knowing that the word sensible was never in his vocabulary.

What's life without a bit of danger.

"How are going to fight that!?"

"I'll manage," Harry choked out a laugh at Mouse's look of disbelief.

"That wasn't an answer!"

Harry began to take a few unsteady steps forward. Each impact with the ground rattled his bones and his vision was swimming but he marched onward.

Have to save them. HavetosavethemHavetosavethem.

Ahead of him, Rage made another grab for Valor but before its claw could encompass him Harry called forth all the magic he had at his disposal. Raising trembling arms to the sky he cried out with all his strength.

Glacius Tria!

The world held its breath, everything stilled. Then a ripple began to take shape around him. Freezing winds rippled from him turning the air around him into a thick white mist, almost like a physical thing. For a hairsbreadth, it stayed in place before moving forward in an instant like a rolling wave. In the wake of that ice and snow formed behind it as it dashed towards its large target.

Sensing the powerful magics Rage turned away from its prey, burning eyes turning to see the moving power. It lifted its leathery wings in a panic trying to escape the rushing flood but it was too late. The ice-cold winds swirled around it, covering its entire being. Helpless screeches echoed through the thick white cloud but it slowly lost its volume. There were a few tense moments as the cloud slowly dissipated to nothing, revealing the results. Paralyzed in mid-flight was the frozen form of Rage.

"See," A harsh breath of white mist puffed out from his mouth, "nothing to worry about." Harry stumbled as he speech slurred with his words and the last of his strength began to dissipate. The dark edges of unconsciousness began to take hold as he wobbled for a moment. His legs buckled under him. Harry resigned himself to meeting the ice-covered stone streets but a hand grasped his waist keeping him steady. Harry turned to see Mouse staring at him in bemused amusement.

"Never doubted for a moment." Mouse smiled as he lifted Harry's full weight onto himself.

"A most effective strategy," the booming voice of Valor called out to them. They both turned to see the heroic spit stalking towards them dusting off the thin sheet of ice from their armor. "Well done."

"And you all lot were so worried." Harry crackled smugly.

"Well, the execution could use some work. A little less fumbling about maybe."

"Your welcome. Ass."

"I don't remember giving my thanks," Mouse laughed. He turned back to Valor with a weary sigh. "I vote we leave this place and never speak of it again."

"I second that." Harry groaned out a pained whine. "I'm too old for this type of work."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible." Valor said.

"And why the bloody hell not."

"We are not done yet."

A large crack pierced the still air. Then a rumble of movement, Harry and Moused looked towards the frozen dragon in shock as the sounding of breakage grew louder. Ice chips began to fall of the statue in slowly larger chunks.

"Oh come on," Harry cried out in exhaustion, "that's just not fair!"

Almost as an answer to Harry's proclamation, the dragon broke free its wings expanding past the shards of ice raining from it. It cried out in triumph as it flew towards the sky.

"HOW DARE YOU!" A female voice boomed from its opened mouth. It rattled Harry's bones. "HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOU YOURSELF IN MY DOMAIN! I'll Kill YOU ALL!"

Harry watched the dragon in disbelief as it glared down at them. Hate was practically spewing from its eyes as snapped at their direction.

Valor stepped in front of them protectively. They shouted back towards the dragon. "Enough, Rage! This has to stop!"

Harry winced as the song in his head began a shrieking whistle. Mouse looked at him with concern as he clutched at his head in discomfort.

"NEVER!" She shouted back. It reverberated echoing over the walls and streets. "NOT UNTIL THEY'VE PAID THEIR DUES! NOT UNTIL I'VE HAD MY VENGEANCE!" The world twisted around her. Her power pulsed and destruction fell. Screams filled the streets even if no living person was left to wail it out

"What is she talking about?" Harry asked Valor. "What vengeance?"

"A memory," Valor did not turn back to answer him, "of a crime once committed. But it is a tale that has already been told. An ending already concluded. There is no one left to harm. No one left hurt."

"Well except for us!" Mouse snapped out. "And I don't think Rage much cares!"

With another cry that rattled the earth Rage descended towards them at a rapid pace. The group dived out of the way, Valor in one direction and Harry and Mouse in the other, barely missing the strike of her claws. At her impact the ground shuddered, the ice broke apart like glass. Without pause, she swept her tail towards Valor a spike caught the spirit in the side, With a cry of agony the spirit was lifted into the air before they fell unceremoniously a few feet away.

"Valor!"

Hearing Harry's cry Rage turned burning eyes in his direction. She lunged for them swiping the air with her claws. Harry did not have the energy to move but he felt a soft pressure push him to the ground. Harry whipped his head back to see Mouse take the hit meant for him. Blood colored the ground and he staggered onto the floor

"Mouse!"

Uncaring of the dragon standing over them Harry began a desperate crawl towards him. His magic had all been spent and his body was at its limit but there must be something he could do. He would not just watch as they died in front of his eyes.

Not again.

He was only able to take a few moments of struggle before one clawed fist wrapped around his weak form. He was lifted to the full gaze of the demon. It's eyes staring straight into his in anger.

A normal person would have felt some semblance of fear but not him. He felt only anger. "Let me go!" Harry spat out as he pounded uselessly upon Rage's tight hold. "Let me go or I'll-Ugh!" Harry released a pained scream as Rage tightened her grip on his frail body.

"YOU!" Rage glared, shaking Harry slightly. "YOU'RE IN MY HEAD! MY MIND! GET OUT!"

"Don't really have much of a choice." Harry cried. The world was going darker. He cried out as another flair of pain raced through his skull.

Hiding in the shadows. Sharing a tender kiss with an elven man who looked at you like you carried the sun. He names you his heart.

Rage must have felt it too for her fury grew greater."FINE THEN YOU WANT IN! I'LL LET YOU IN!" She proceeded to open her maw, dangling Harry right over it.

He could see her fork tongue laying across a multitude of razor-sharp fangs. He coughed as the thick stench of smoke filled his lungs. In her throat was a dark abyss. Harry screamed as she loosened her hold to drop him right into her mouth.

"AUGH!"

Rage was forced onto her side as a great ball of golden energy knocked into her. Her harsh impact to the ground created an implosion of ice and earth.

But Harry was still falling.

He flailed his arms in panic. Screaming as the ground got closer and closer. Then two glowing arms caught in their grasp.

Eyes wide Harry looked up to see the glowing visage of Valor. The soft warmth his spiritual glow soothed his weary body. He was wrapped in safety.

"Good catch."

"Enough of this!" A voice bounced off the walls of reality, it demanded attention. Harry turned towards it and his eyes widened further in shock.

It was Mouse. But not. He was more, far more. The entirety of his visage was a blazing golden light that encompassed everything. Around his form was translucent like wings of bright color. Mouse floated a few feet off the ground, staring down at the downed form of Rage.

What the shit

"What the shit." Harry voiced.

"Faith. Revealed, at last." Valor placed Harry carefully to the ground catching him as he stumbled. "It has been decided."

They watched as Mouse-no Faith- raised his hand towards the fallen dragon a great of light slowly formed above him, the world shuddered, An almost spearlike shaft of golden lightning formed, Mouse pulled his hand back and shot it full force at the dragon. Rage screamed out in agony, large gashes formed over their tough hide breaking the skin.

A Templar standing over. Fist raised to take another strike.

"There shall be no more suffering!" Faith's voice rang out over Rage's cries. "No more mercy!"

Hate filled eyes spat at a broken form. Cold. Cruel. They are trying to do something worse than death.

"He's going to kill her."

"Yes," Valor did not deny it. "Yes he will."

"We have to stop him."

Chain to a wall. No food or water this time. Confess. Confessconfessconfess.

"There is nothing left for us to do." Valor sounded resigned, accepting the show playing out before them.

"Bugger that." Harry cursed. He was not one to stand still while an execution is taking place. "I can't get there on my own. Take me." Harry refused to flinch at Valor's stare.

Valor turned back to the show for a long before releasing a long frustrating sigh. Picking Harry up bridal style they began a careful jog towards the battle.

The hairs on Harry's arms stood at attention and his chest tightened in response. It was like walking into a hurricane. With every step forward Harry was able to sense the rising magic in the air, it crackled like lightning. Beams of golden magic strayed out in different directions, tearing at the very fabric of reality. But even with the chaos, Valor continued forward.

"Mouse or Faith or whatever-Stop!" Harry screamed over the noise. But the spirit did not react. Great, he was either ignoring him or they needed to get closer to catch his attention.

He indicated to Valor to place him to his feet, there was no need to get the knightly spirit killed for Harry's foolishness. Taking another few few stumbling steps towards Mouse, Harry tied to scream over the chaos.

"Hey! Hey god damn it!" He made a grab for the spirit's dangling feet. It was the only thing he could properly reach. "Listen to me-"

And then Harry was nothing.

Everything. All things in between.

Tethers that bound all.

Ageless.

Formless.

Silent Watcher.

Two made one.

Dreaming.

White glowing eyes burning with so much power. They turned their gaze to the silent form of Rage, who stared back into theirs. Fire. Hate. Despair. Lost. They could see all and understand as the music spun around them. Became them. Move through them. And they moved with it.

"No more," A voice cried from their lips. Greater and larger than that of one.

They glided closer to Rage, their arms outstretched. "Let this end." A plea. A cry. Mercy offered.

"NEVER." She spat out blood that burnt the ground it landed on. "NEVER." She said again, baring her fangs in promise. A vow made in blood and fire.

"Ah, I understand." They did. Far more than they did before. They floated closer, ignoring Rage's dieing growl of warning. Carefully they placed their hands upon her.

And then they were nowhere.

-Line Break-

Harry opened his eyes to a field of wildflowers growing around him in beautiful colors. In the soft distance, he heard birds chirping, glad for the new spring morning.

A pleasant memory.

With a smile, he turned on his heels to see a young elven woman standing before him. She was pretty to look upon with dark curled hair tied up in a messy bun revealing her pointed ears. Her skinned was a golden russet brown and it glowed softly in the morning light. Grey eyes stared at him with cautious curiosity. Clutched in her hands was a basket of hand-picked herbs and medicines.

"Hello. Can I help? Are here for treatment, good ser?" Her voice sounded like soft bells and comforting safety. "If you come back at a later time I'm sure I can help. I'm out of herbs right now and it will take me time to restock?" Harry saw her eyes discreetly turn to another direction with a small blush coloring her features.

In the distance was an elven man standing under a large tree, waiting. The tree branches kept him in the shadows hiding features long since lost to time.

Love. Happiness. Safety and family.

With a smile, Harry shook his head with bemusement. "No, I don't need anything. I actually came to help you."

"Pardon?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"You've carried this hate for so so long. You must be so tired. It is over now." His voice came out soothing, he took a step forward.

Instead of looking at his words of reassurance she clutched her basket closer shielding herself. "Good ser, I'm not sure of what you speak but I won't be propositioned in such a manner!" Her words were meant as a warning but it came out trembling and her body shook in fright.

"Don't worry I'm not here to hurt you," he spoke in soft tender tones, "I'm here to help you. I will help you."

"Help me?" She asked sputtering in confusion. "I don't I need your sort of help!"

"It's alright now. I promise."

"Listen you-you mad Shem! If you take another step I swear I'll fry you into a crisp, I will! And I'll-I'll- Wait what?" She shook her head as though dazed, dropping the basket to the ground as she clutched her head.

"It's time to come home da'lin." Harry plucked the word from the soft winds passing through the grass. He felt its meaning settled onto him like a warm comforting familiarity. It must have done the trick because the elven woman gave her head another shake then turned her eyes to him, her vision clearer.

"I-I've been Dreaming, haven't I?" She asked him.

"Yes."

"I-but my family. My mother and father. My home. My-I didn't do anything wrong!" She reached for Harry desperately, trying to make him see and understand.

"You didn't."

"And those Shems!" She spat the words out like a curse, face twisted in rage. "They killed them! Killed us!" She pounded her fist into his chest wailing her grief to the world. "And no one cared! We suffered and died! The world did nothing! It isn't fair!"

Harry could nothing but wrap his arms around her, trying to soothe a wound left to fester for so long. "I'm so sorry." What else could he do in the face of her justified grief?

"They deserve nothing but to suffer! As we have! As we always have!" Her eyes bubbled with fury and power. But under her tears it dwindled to nothing, exhaustion seeped into her form.

"It's time you awoke."

"I know." A sobbed escaped her quivering lips in grief. "I know."

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Harry held her in his arms. The carcass of the dragons bones laid around them, glowing with soft light as it slowly dissolved into nothing. He looked down to see the elven woman looking at him her face twisted into a sad smile. Her form cracking and breaking apart.

"Thank you," her voice wobbled. Her eyes caught a gleam of armor and her small smile blossomed. "Sorry for all the trouble Valor."

The heroic spirit only took a few steps towards them, falling to their knees in silent grief. Their metal gauntlet gripped her dissolving hand close.

"It's alright," they murmured. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You're not hurting anymore and that's all that matters."

"You're such a softie." She gasped out a quiet chuckle. "And yes you're right, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'm sorry I could not help you." Valor bowed their head in shame, almost turning away from her.

"But you did. Far more than you should."

"Dareth shiral." The words came out thick and clumsy. Valor stumbled through the pronunciation awkwardly but the sincerity was there.

"You remembered!" A quiet laughter of delight slipped past her grinning lips. "You actually remembered." They watched as her eyes closed with a quiet sigh, a smile on her face. Her form dissolved into nothing, the wight in Harry's hands disappeared.

"Yes, always." Valor spoke to the empty air.

"Whats happening?" Harry asked the bowing spirit watching the world around them began to crumble and fade.

"Rage's power was fueling this place. Without her here there is nothing to retain this part of the dream." Valor answered him back wearily. "It will be as though it had never happened."

Harry turned his gaze to slowly dissipating surroundings. Watching as the destruction slowly washed away from view. Glancing downward he saw the remains of Rage's dragon form scattered about, similar to Dudley's old forgotten toys left behind on the floor. Taking a few steps forward Harry picked up a discarded red scale. It was light and weightless, disappearing in his hands also dissolving into nothing. Without thought, he pushed a bit of his own magic into the fading piece watching its appearance became a more solid thing.

"What was her name?" He asked.

"Amorra. Her name was Amorra."

Harry tested it out quietly to himself. It was a pretty name.

He curled his hands around the dragon piece and turned to Valor to speak. But stopped as an unsettling sensation came over him, it started from his feet and began to travel all over him.

"Ugh!" Harry doubled over as pain racked his body, rendering him helpless. There was the sound of fabric tearing and ripping away from him. The soft glow of magic began to grow from his person reacted violently, it knocked Valor away from him. "Aughhh!" Another scream erupted, this one more pained.

"Mage." Valor scrambled to their feet in surprise, taking a few cautious steps forward but stopped in fascination at Harry's trembling form. Out of his back was a glowing arm, it flailed wildly for a moment before the second one appeared. Then the arms elongated, stretching past Harry's back towards the ground. As soon as it made made contact hands began clawing at the dirt pulling themselves away from Harry. With each inch gained another form began to appear.

"Faith?" Valor watched as the familiar spirit popped out, gasping in exertion as he struggled for purchase.

A few more tugs and grunts Faith came out fully whole, dropping to the floor in an unrefined heap on the ground. His brilliant shape began to slowly dim in color before finally revealing the unassuming shape of his unassuming human form.

"By the Maker, what the hell was that!" Mouse gasped about. Behind him Harry stumbled to his knees, falling face first in the ground. Unconscious. He could not answer, for all he knew was darkness.

Thanks for the comments guys; Tsukikageshi, Lazymanjones96, Pokemark17, caveydude

Tsukikageshi; Thanks for the heads up! I felt so embarrassed when I realized the mistake but I was able to quickly fix. Thanks a ton!

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