Harry was walking in front of Fang, and the Patil twins. They all meekly followed him. The twins were feeling confused and disoreintated, and so was Fang. Harry himself was feeling extremely happy. He was waving his wand left and right, unleashing cutting curses on the foilage and making his own path through the woods.
"Are you sure you know where we are going?" Padma asked. Harry sighed, this was the third time she had asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "Now shut the hell up." He conjured a cup of coffee and sat down on a log.
"Why are we stopping?" Parvati asked.
"Because I feel like it, want coffee?"
Parvati scowled. "Who the hell do you think you are? Potter?"
Harry was tempted to just crucio the girl right here and now but he didn't want the aftereffects to show up, nor did he want to go to Azkaban... with Moody here...
"Harry! There you are." Hagrid exclaimed as he lumbered toward them. He had a bruise on his face like a stomping kick and his eye was swollen shut, purple and veiny. His crossbow was broken, and he had a slight limp. "Them centuars are crazy!" He said. "Come on, we need to get out of here."
Harry nodded. "Let's go," He said and they quickly fled the forest. Harry noticed from the corner of his eye a black raven with red eyes following them. He let out a curse. "Hagrid, there's a bird following us."
Hagrid turned white as he saw what it was. "By god, its a bird-grim." He said.
"I know." Harry said.
"What's a bird grim?" Padma asked, like a ravenclaw she was always curious.
"These are messangers for necromancers. I didn't know there was a necromancer around here..."
Hagrid shuddered. "Necromancy is dark, boy, dark arts..."
"Yes, not natural." Harry said. "Have you ever seen them raise a corpse?"
Hagrid nodded. "I paid them to raise up my mamma." He said, "It was a long time ago when I was young and foolish. If there's a necromancer in these here parts I'll need to inform Dumbledore."
Harry nodded, "If we can get out of these woods."
"What do you mean, if?" Parvati asked, indignant. "We are getting out, of course we are, right Paddy?"
Padma looked flustered and scared. "I don't know." She said.
"Enough bickering," Harry said. "We need to get a move on, fast. Necromancers are one of the most powerful kinds of wizards in the world. I don't know if we will be able to defeat a necromancer."
Harry knew. He knew he wouldn't be able to defeat a necromancer. Voldemort was a necromancer, and he was just on the average scale. Necromancers were very very rare. There were maybe only three or four at any given time. They never had an apprentice - you have to torture and capture a necromancer to get his information. TO capture a necromancer was a test. Most people couldn't.
They hurried back on the path. Now day light was showing from the sky as the sun began to rise in the east. He felt tired and hungry as they hurried down the well worn path with Hagrid in the lead. "Come on, ladies. Hurry the hell up, this isn't a vacation."
They glared at him.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on," He said and shoved them before him. They stumbled but did not fall. "RUN!" Harry said suddenly to Hagrid, wide eyed. "The necromancers here!"
"What?" Hagrid asked, gaping.
"Well well well..." A man said, his silky voice penetrating their hearts and freezing them to the ground. "A few travellers all defenseless and alone." The man came out of the shadows.
He was wearing a purple cloak over his frail thin body. His yellow eyes glowed evily, a smirk on his lips right over his beard. He was very old, Harry noticed, and very wrinkled as well. And he radiated a sense of complete and utter evil. He held a wooden staff, on the staff was a skull that had some sort of red mist in it. The mist made the skull turn its head to face them and when it did, it started clackling madly.
Harry tensed, and then forced himself to relax. He had dueled of course, but had never been in this kind of life threatening situation before. He drew his wand and made a line in the dark mud. "You will not cross this line, Necromancer." He said firmly.
The necromancer laughed. "Please..." He said, his voice like a cat screaming. "Tell me your name."
"Harry Potter." He said.
"My name is Walgarus Yuteer, the necromancer of Albania." The necromancer bowed dramatically. "Tell me, Harry, do you want your grandfather back?"
"My grandfather..." Harry said to himself. He had never known his grandfather, but it seemed the necromancer knew him. "How do you know about me?" He demanded.
"I met James in this forest. Along with a werewolf, whom I cured for a price."
Harry turned white. "What was the price?" He asked.
"James's firstborn son." Walgarus said and laughed. He had missing teeth, and his skin had a sort of bluish colour like rotting bodies.
"No, he couldn't have." Harry said.
"But he did." The necromancer said. "Right after his father died... he offered himself to save his best friend Remus from the werewolf curse."
"He offered his first born son?" Harry asked, incredulous.
"Yes," Walgarus hissed. "I will raise your dead grandfather if you like, only you will have to promise me your first born son, and your first born grandson."
"And if I don't?" Harry asked.
"Then I will take you, and let me tell you boy, it won't be pretty."
Harry stood frozen as he thought hard. Then he decided to take his chances. "No," He said and brandished his wand in a dueling stance. "Come and try to get me, for I will put up the best fight you have ever had."
He was prepared to die, the necromancer could see that in his eyes. He clackled madly, his yellow snake like eyes twinkling. "Very well," He said and brandished his staff with both hands. "LEt's DUEL!"
Hagrid and the others took a few steps back. "Run," Harry said. "Run back into the forest and get help from anyone, maybe the centuars."
Hagrid nodded and grabbed the girls. "Come on," he shouted. "Harry's sacrificing his life to save us."
Harry frowned. He certainly was not. He was going to duel, he was itching for a fight and this one would be catalasmyc, he knew. This fight would make other fights look like chump duels. He was going to fight a necromancer.
"Do you know how to duel boy?" Walgarus asked.
Harry bowed.
Walgarus smiled and bowed back. Then he struck, moving faster than Harry could see, he swung the staff at Harry's side. Harry flew into a tree a few feet away, "Oof," He grunted as he slid to the forest floor. Then, he got up. His ribs felt broken, but he didn't try to fix it. Instead he cast a spell on his eyes that gave him better vision.
This time he saw the necromancer come in slow motion, but he was too slow to block his attack. Harry flew up, right to the canopy on the trees above and then back.
The necromancer was ten feet away from him, laughing his head off. "I haven't even begun, my dear Harry Potter... Now let's see what's in your mind. Let's see your heart's desire."
Then necromancer moved again and pinned Harry to a tree with a sticky abhesance that came from the skull's mouth like vomit. Harry looked into the necromancer's eyes and felt him entering inside, breaking through his shields like a shark parts through water.
And then the necromancer's eyes widened and Harry felt himself being dropped to the floor. The necromancer's laughter was gone. "You-you are from another universe?"
"That's right," Harry groaned and flung a blue curse at the Necromancer's chest. It hit the necromancer and didn't do anything. Walgarus appeared not to notice it, his eyes wide with realization. "I had thought somehting was wrong..." He started laughing again.
"We will meet again boy, some time, when you need me most I will come, and I expect you to take me to your other universe." He laughed again and then faded out of existance, like he was apparating out except this was a bit different.
The necromancer was gone. Harry groaned, spat out pleghm and blood and slowly got to his feet. He looked at the spot the necromancer had been. There was nobody there.
The necromancer had left a souvenir however. There was a medallion on the floor, it was completely gold and etched inside was a little symbol of a skull. Harry picked it up, had the necromancer left it in his haste to hurry out? That's what Harry thought because this looked quite valuable. He put the chain around his neck and started walking back to Hogwarts, feeling bone tired.
Then he started hearing voices. Soft voices that seemed to be on the wind and when he turned around there was nobody. He kept hearing voices as he walked toward the looming halls of Hogwarts. Then it was as if he was doused in cold water. It was the medallion! That's why he was hearing voices. He had been a fool to put the medallion on. Something must have influenced him to do so.
Or, Harry thought with horror, someone.
He tried to pry the medallion off but it was as if the medallion was like skin, he couldn't move it. He felt its weight on his neck, and it felt so heavy. His eyes started drooping, he dropped to his knees and fell, his throat parched and dry. The last thing he saw as blackness overtook him was a skeleton, laughing its head off. The skeleton wore a purple robe.