Here's the next chappie! I hope it's to your liking, Raiden gets a lot of screen time in this chapter, soooooo, well that's it. Thanks for reviewing. Eh...please review again if you get the chance(gives puppy face)and have a happy Halloween. YAY scaring little kids. Standad disclamer, If I owned It I wouldn't have to use a leaf blower as a fake chainsaw.
Just as Noah was going to shoot back a scathing remark, the doors burst open and in staggered Raiden, covered in dirt and blood. "Just thought you guys would like to know. There's about a hundred death-munchkins surrounding the castle……"
The benches scraped along the floor and screams of terror could be heard. The students were terrified to say the least. The bunch of teenagers sitting at the unnamed table quickly summoned their battle robes, Raiden did the same. He didn't have time to while he was outside fighting.
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked, as he strode towards the rather ragged figure called Raiden.
"I mean exactly what I said you old ass bandit." Raiden gasped out as he tried to catch his breath, everyone noticed he was breathing raggedly.
"Are you all right?" Lily Potter asked as she walked up to stand next to Dumbledore.
"Is that a fuck'n rhetorical question?" Raiden narrowed his eyes, as Lily narrowed hers, "We have to get out there and fight, but here you people are standing around!"
Bastet was telling the perfects to take their houses to their common rooms, ward the doors and protect the younger students who don't know how to fight. Those orders were received and immediately put into action, except for three certain people. They were one Tyler Potter, Ron Weasely, and Hermione Granger.
"What's going on Professor Dumbledore?" Tyler asked as he ran up to the old man. "Can I help you and the Order fight?"
"No Tyler, my boy, your not ready, anyways we have these people here who can help us." Dumbledore pulled his wand out of his pocket.
"But professor….." Weasely whined.
"I said NO." Dumbledore almost snapped, losing his grandfatherly front for a second.
"But you let those kids go out and fight, look at them, they're no better than us. They're no older than us, anyways, look that boy there is already hurt, he can't go out." Tyler moaned; Dumbledore was losing his cool.
"He said no you twat, now shut up and go to your common rooms. And you, Perfect, go do your duty and protect the younger students you, shank whore." Creide snarled, making the three insolent teenagers in front of her gape in shock. "Do you understand? GO!"
Needless to say the teens ran off, one of them slightly wetter than when he decided to be an idiot and get on Creide's nerves.
"Battle formation XXV," Aidan bellowed.
All of the teenagers still present strode out the doors, they were really a site, cloaked and dangerous looking, it made you forget they were just children playing an adults game.
Creide, Anubis, and Vishnu grouped up and headed towards the left once they exited the hall. Skadi and Loki went right. Raiden and Freya went straight. Aidan ran ahead of Raiden and Freya, and Bastet headed up to the infirmary to help Pomfrey, she could tell this would be a gory battle.
"Freya right," Raiden commanded, seeing the Gamekeeper and his dog being put under Crucio.
"Got it Raiden," Freya answered, seeing it too.
The pair rushed over to the good size group of deatheaters who were torturing the large man and his pet. Both of them reached for their swords. No one had noticed them yet, which was good, but that wouldn't last long.
"Hey yourectal ranger's, get a load of this!" Raiden shouted, decapitating one of the death-munchkins.
"Ahhhh, Avery, you killed Avery!" One of the masked figures screeched, "That kid beheaded Avery!"
"Good, I'm glad you can see that," was all that Freya could say before they had her dodging curses, as well as Raiden.
"Adva Kedva!" Bellowed one of the black-cloaked fellows. That spell was Raiden's specialty. Gavin had found out Raiden was able to withstand the killing curse when he was 10 years old. He thought it was because after the first time he got hit as a baby, he became immune to its effects. Raiden jumped directly in front of the spell, which was heading towards Freya. She could have blocked it if she had to, but it would have taken her eyes off of the other death-muppets.
"Ha-ha, we got the little bastard!" exclaimed one of the death-eaters, as Raiden sunk to his knees. The laughing quickly turned to screams as Raiden's head shot up, his eyes glowing a violent green color. He picked himself up off the ground and helped Freya clean up the rest of the deatheaters who tried to get away.
The sound of a trumpet announced the arrival of The Order Of The Phoenix. They certainly had drama issues. The Order was clad in crimson and gold robes, which stood out awkwardly amongst the black ones they were battling. At least you wouldn't make the mistake of blasting one of them because you thought they were a deatheater.
All of a sudden a loud howl brought the battle to an almost standstill, well at least the Order and the Deatheaters stopped, the rest of them kept on chopping, shooting spells, and more, just maiming and killing. Those were usual and normal things for the teens, so they didn't think twice about it usually.
The howl came from the Forbidden Forest. Almost all eyes were turned in that direction as dark blue cloaked figures with silver moons on the back of them walked out of the forest. The Order Of The Wolf was here. Not many knew about this discrete organization and they had only been present at a very few raids.
With the odds evened a bit for the 'light' side, either the deatheaters would have to give up or they would have to call for reinforcements. They weren't doing either. It seemed this must be some kind of suicide mission, do-or-die. They must have all been selected by the Dark-Assrag himself.
Raiden soon found himself separated from Freya after getting hit with a rather nasty cutting hex which got him in the shoulder. It only grazed him but it still stung like hell. Another figure was next to him before he knew it though. The two were fighting back to back. The man who was fighting valiantly with him was part of the Order of the Wolf.
As they struggled to keep the deatheaters at bay, they chatted slightly as if to calm themselves down. Well at least the man, Raiden was already calm, cool, and collected; he was in his center of power, his sanctuary; his safe spot where nothing could touch him.
The man introduced himself as Beta (the beta is second to Alpha in a wolf pack).
"I'm Raiden," the teenager replied through gritted teeth while he haphazardly chopped some charging deatheater's arm off.
"Nice to fight with you Raiden. Who are you with, The Pheonix? No you are way too young. Are you a student?" The man asked in quick succession, without letting Raiden answer any of the questions.
"No I'm not a student here," Raiden paused to shoot a stunner or two, "I am one of Aidan's children."
"Do you mean The Aidan?" Beta asked in disbelief, nearly letting a death-munchkin under his guard.
"Yes The Aidan, and no he's not dead, he is here fighting right now." Raiden hit a figure with the broad side of his sword, knocking him into next Thursday.
"Awesome, I always wanted to be like him when I was a kid." Beta replied before having to duck out of the way of a stinging hex which hit Raiden but he just brushed it off like it was nothing.
"Don't these fucktards ever give up?" Raiden panted about an hour later. The man was almost falling to the ground exhausted, but Raiden was still holding strong, he didn't know how much longer he could last though, his magic reserves were running low from healing all of his injuries.
"I like your attitude kid." Beta joked weakly, Raiden knew this would have to end soon or he'd lose Beta in the chaos once he had to move on. The older man was in no shape to be fighting.
"Sectusempra!" A voice bellowed, and Raiden cried out in pain as he hit the ground hard.
"Oh shit!" Beta yelled, as he put up another shield, thinking Raiden was dead.
"I'm Ok," Raiden weakly said, stiffly getting up. He couldn't put any weight on his left leg, but he wouldn't tell Beta that, he had other problems to deal with.
It was then that the deatheaters became less and less, they were either: stunned, unconscious, dead, or lying somewhere in pain. Very few got away unharmed.
By that time, Raiden was becoming weak and light-headed from blood loss, and his magic reserve couldn't take anymore stress. He found himself leaning heavily on Beta for support as they made their way through the body strewn grounds of Hogwarts.
"Just hang in there, please don't die on me, I can't lose another one," The man pleaded.
They had a problem, fighting was still going on, just cleaning up a bit, but still, the doors of Hogwarts were securely locked. They couldn't get inside. Beta weakly put up a shield and he and Raiden slumped to the ground.
"I'm not going anywhere." Raiden croaked, trying to sit up straight, "What do you mean again……" Raiden stopped suddenly. There, sitting in front of him was Sirius Black also known as Beta.
"W.T.F!" Raiden exclaimed, scooting back from Sirius.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Sirius asked concerned, the boy must be delusional from blood loss.
"This isn't real….Shit this is not happening." Raiden ran a hand through his hair.
"What……Harry? Harry is that you? Oh Merlin…..I…..I have been so worried." Sirius didn't know where to start.
"You recognize me?" Raiden asked, "Even Potter," Raiden snarled the name, "Didn't recognize me."
"You are my god-son. I know every inch of you, or knew…..Anyway, Potter did you say? That arse, he's a good for nothing mother-fucker, that's what he is. I let him get away with that, I'm sorry Harry, I should have been there for you." Tears streamed down Sirius's face freely as he looked upon his godson.
"T...Thanks Siri, I missed you." Raiden moved back over to Sirus and leaned his head on his godfather's shoulder. "I had to leave though, I had to." Raiden's voice was growing faint.
"Don't leave me Harry, please try to stay awake," Sirius begged.
Raiden's eyes shot open at the sound of Aidan's voice. "RAIDEN! RAIDEN WHERE ARE YOU?"
Sirius dropped his shield and shot a beam of sparks into the air with his wand since Raiden was in no shape to do such a thing. He clung onto his godson's body protectively though.
Aidan was frantically looking for his boy. He wasn't anywhere to be found. There were a few injuries, none too bad though. It was then he saw the sparks. He ran towards its source cautiously, thinking it could be a trap. After seeing a strange man clutching the pale and non-moving form of his 'son' he yelled in rage and charged.
The man's eye's opened wide at the site of an angry man bellowing and running at him with a blood covered sword. Sirius protectively covered his godson's unconscious or nearly unconscious body with his own body in a protective, self-sacrificing gesture.
"You won't hurt Harry." Sirius yelled, "Kill me, but don't hurt Harry."
Aidan stopped short. Harry? This man must have realized who Raiden really was.
"I won't hurt either of you, now give me the boy."
"No, you'll hurt him." Sirius yelled back.
"No I won't. I'm his father, now give him to me. He needs medical attention." Aidan commanded.
Sirius got up and watched as the man threw his Harry over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and began running towards one of Hogwarts entrances. Or that's what Sirius thought he was doing. He yelled out as both Harry and the suspected Aidan disappeared into thin air.
Well I finally got Sirius into this. I'm planning on Remus meeting Raiden in the next chappie but lets see what happens first. Do you guys think Tonks should be with the Wolves? If you review, could you please drop me a vote? Thanks many hugs to all, don't eat too much candy, it will rot your teeth.