I do not own Harry Potter and please read the rest of the note from Chapter 1. Ignorance is so NOT bliss.
Frequency Queen...- Remember the second prophecy concerning Harry being blessed by Nimue. She is the one responsible for his Animagus form... And yes he does have a saving people thing. If you think about it; Harry was accused of doing the exact opposite of what he had done so far in Diagon Alley. If he decided to let the people die, regardless of what was going on, would he not be lowering himself to what they believed him to be?
Would they not think he was a cold hearted killer, that they accused him of being years ago?
LegalAlien1...- puzzled look. I don't see anywhere where Harry has said he has forgiven Ron or Hermione.
Evergreen Sceptre...- hands you a giant chocolate chip cookie. As to damaging spells, those will be reserved for certain individuals one of which is coming up in this chapter. But as to why he has not used them yet. Look up at my answer to Frequency Queen...
With Ron and Hermione though...although I disagree with you in some aspects, why do you think you are getting a cookie tee hee. You read between the lines!
Chapter 41
Appearance 3
Harry's cloak flamed out behind him as he ran. The song he was humming without really knowing it caused the flames to burn brighter. Flames that began to take on a life of its own, the song Harry was humming turned into a full blown song in a language he does not know nor realize he is speaking.
The fire, reaching out touches the dementors, and with a shriek the creatures of darkness that could only be stopped with a patronus turned to ash. Death Eaters that it touched, did not die, but felt the pain of all the victims that they themselves had created in their lifetime.
Many fights stopped as they flames touched the combatants. Flames that made those think and cry in shame at what they had done. For those that were good, the flame touched, they felt stronger and a renewed sense of strength coming from within. The song Harry sings spreading through their souls, the light growing brighter against the darkness.
Hope was spreading...
Observing this happening to her fellow death eaters, Bellatrix Black shrieked in rage. This was not how the battle was supposed to go. The light is not supposed to be winning! It was at that moment, that she spies that pure flame coming for her. Dreading its touch upon her, as companions have gone into screaming fits with its touch, she barely manages to avoid it.
Allowing it to grasp firmly onto another...
She watched as Marcus Flint, fell to the flame. His eyes crossing as memories of men, women, and children alike overcome him. Their pain and cries for mercy that he ignored hitting him for all their worth, Marcus lets out a scream to rival even the worst of victims that Bella herself had created.
Despite being strong and a loyal believer, Bellatrix was terrified.
At that precise moment, she was caught off guard as an Expilleramus spell hit her hard and fast. Thrust into the brick wall of Fortescue's beside her, Bella was up and ready for battle when she faced green eyes filled with rage.
"Why if it isn't Potter..." She crooned out in a delightful tone. The events around her forgotten about in her desire for battle, Bellatrix does not notice the flames flickering around the green cloaked man. Flames that bid their time...
"Hello Bella...how is dear Tom." Harry stated with an almost cool and arrogant quality. Those were tones that do not match his eyes, as he grasps his wand. They do not reflect his stance either as he takes a position that as the Wolves observes from their own places in the alley.
Reminds them much of Alexandre...
They knew a battle was coming. Amongst themselves and Remus, you can almost hear the sounds of bets being made. The wolves knew that their leader had trained the youth well, in fact as Harry listened, he had to resist from smirking as Remus berated them for betting on his life.
The wolves stopping all mentions of bets, give their leader a cheeky apology over the magic which gives Harry a huge smile of happiness. Despite what he must do, the Wolves were telling him that no matter what he does...
He will always be accepted by them.
"STOP SMILING!"
Grinning even wider, as the wolves laugh in response to her cries, Harry dodges with that same primal ease that is associated with the shifters. Not once has he fired a single spell towards the insane woman, who grows angrier with each and every minute. Her spells becoming more dangerous, more erratic, Bella was taking out her own people without a care in the world save one.
She must kill this Harry Potter...her dark lord demanded nothing less then death.
Finally screaming out an Aveda Kadavra, Bella smirked as it made a beeline straight for Harry. This time it would hit rather they bounce off someone else. Watching as he smiled though, the woman paled only seconds later as a bright flame erupted all around him. From red to blue, to a brilliant white in seconds, the fire absorbed the energy of the unforgivable and pulsed with eager anticipation.
As it vanished again, Bella could see Potter with an almost amused glance on his features. "Well now...despite what just happened, I do believe it is my turn." Grinning with a wolfish kind of glee, Harry moved. His eyes taking on an animalistic gleam, Bella began to run. Something told her if she did not...she would never see the light of day again.
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That is when time seemed to stop in Diagon Alley. For at the moment she started wolves began to howl, as a hunt in their eyes had begun. Even Remus was affected by that lone foolish maneuver of the madwoman's and he had already started to shift. The same going for the other wolves, thus causing wizards and witches alike to huddle close together in fear...
Even Hermione and Ron were deathly afraid of what was going on and stopped going after their friend. Having been caught in a battle alongside another auror taking on two Death eaters at the same time, they had been busy watching the young auror's back as she did her best against those far more experienced then she was.
They all watched as lupine shapes in the shadows went towards were Harry had gone, gone to where a known madwoman had been.
The howls continuing all around them, they shiver once more in fear. "Something tells me Hermione, I would not want to be whoever it was they are after when he or she is found." Ron whispered shakily.
Hermione said nothing and just nodded her head. For once Ron was right...
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Bella ran like the hounds of hell were after her. Not since...well not since ever has she been afraid of whatever fate has been chosen for her end. She knew she would die in her lord's service to which the woman was proud.
But never had she thought it would be like this...
Running down alleys to find the nearest apparition point or break in the barriers, she was getting frustrated as dead end after dead end emerged. Finally a break in sight, the woman went for, only to find three wolves blocking her path.
Emitting an aura to rival that of her lord, the one in the center growled low and licked its chops as if it was waiting. Silver of color, she found herself backing up immediately, almost wishing that Greyback had come instead of choosing to guard their Lord along with his pack.
"They wish to hunt you Bella, so now you have a choice, to continue running and be ripped to shreds by them. Or to fight and battle me in a duel..." A hated voice said from behind her. Whirling with her wand out, she is already throwing out an incendio spell towards that arrogant brat.
Harry avoids it with ease and fires off one of his own. The woman barely managing to escape it, she grows angry as the smell of burnt hair fills her nose. Her hand reaching up, as she expects to find the long dark silky lots, she finds it shorn close to her head. Nothing but ash on one side is all that remains of her hair.
And like any woman, Bellatrix LeStrange was indeed full of vanity.
This destruction of something as mundane as her hair had set her off into a full blown mess. Her hair or what's left of it floats around like a cloud, while she sends spell after spell towards the youth that had been a bane of her existence.
Ducking left and right as he sent his own back at her, she realized that not once has he sent a killing spell at her.
"What's the matter Potter...can't kill me? Don't have the stomach for it?" She taunted. "No desire...no revenge." She laughed with an insane cackle. "And these people betrayed you. Betrayed their precious hero...do they not deserve to die."
But instead of responding to her taunts, Potter smiled. "I do not kill Bella...despite where your precious Tom, made this people believe or think of me. I do not kill, nor will I ever if I have to. As to whether or not these people deserve to die. No...despite what they did to me, they do not." Harry intoned quietly. His words reaching the people around him, a deep kind of shame was now in the atmosphere of Diagon alley.
It was a kind of shame that years later, many would still feel as they walked into the busy shopping district. A reminder to them all that sometimes just because someone is judged guilty...does not necessarily mean they were.
"But nor will I no longer save them from themselves if they continue to put all their faith in me when they can fight just as good. Have you not noticed Bella...many of your precious allies are how shall we say...indisposed?" Harry told her. His voice mimicking the dark lord's to perfection, her ire only increased along with her hatred.
Looking around though, she finds that she is indeed alone. Many of her companions were unconscious or tied up. In rage and upset it was at that moment the flames from Harry's fire struck. Wrapping around her like a lover's embrace, Bellatrix began to feel the pain and the anguish of the hundreds of victims she had created. The song of the light humming through the darkness of her soul, she endeavored to escape within her own mind. But even there the light struck and drove her into its judging embrace.
She screamed, she screamed long and hard...
Eventually she stopped...
The woman remained alive, but if one was to look in her eyes. No one was home. You see Bella was now locked by the flames of the Phoenix into a never ending nightmare. One where she became every single one of her victims...
The song humming all around, the people watch as the wolves shift once more and gather around Harry. The men and women laughing with amusement, some look at Bella who lies there shaking with fear and agony from time to time. All this done, Remus looks at his cubling and smiles...
"Sirius and your parents would be proud of you Harry." Remus stated as the Wolves agreed. Although they had been expecting Harry to kill her in the end, they two were proud of him. Whatever he had done, their beasts knew by the screams that it was a definitive win.
He had risen in pride status in their eyes.
All of a sudden a gentle and yet loud rumbling sound filled air. Harry, already having forgotten alongside many others of the events they have just participated in, looks at them with sheepishness as they gaze at him with smiles.
"What...I'm hungry." The young man replied with chagrin. "Dueling of any kind always makes me hungry."
"Definitely picked that up from Alexandre..." Marcus chirped.
Annabelle giggling beside her beloved mate, the two wolves link arms with Harry and quiz him about food in London and whether or not it was different from what is found in Paris.
The others following close behind, Remus smiles warmly at the acceptance Harry has received from these young men and women. But that smile disappears as two who were once his closest friends approach.
A mixture of longing, fear...and envy on their faces.
"You lied to us..." Hermione said softly as she gazed at a favorite former teacher. "He did contact you..."
"No...I contacted him." Remus stated quietly. His brown eyes speckled with amber, the wolf turned to look at his cublings former pride mates with pity. "He has allowed me to stay close to him because out of everyone he knew. I was the only one who tried to save him years ago."
"But..."
"Don't try to find him as he asked, you to...he is not the same boy he once was."
Those words hitting close to home in their hearts, Ron and Hermione allow the older man to walk away their guilt at what he had said resonating within them. After all it was true, despite their close friendship that they once had or even the belief in his guilt. Harry was their friend...
And not once did they try to save his sanity in Azkaban...
So as reinforcements finally started to arrive once the barriers came down. They stayed behind to help them clean up. Their thoughts in conflict over Remus's words and their own personal desires...
Both of which concern the same dark haired youth whom along with several wolves. Was on his way home to a certain blonde young woman waiting for him...
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Godric's Hollow
To say that Gabrielle Delacourt and Nymphadora Tonks were mad at this moment would be an understatement to say the least. They were more or less downright furious.
They had awoken this morning to find the doors locked and warded much to the surprise of themselves as well as Fleur who was staying in a room next door to her sister's. The older Veela admittedly understood why both Remus and Harry had done what they did to these two women. But she didn't have to like it...
So as they returned home, she hastily beat a retreat along with the wolves who knew that by the fact that Gabrielle was ranting in French and that Tonks hair was the deep scarlet red of anger. That if they stuck around to protect them, that they themselves would be missing a few vital parts.
Allowing Fleur to close the doors behind them, that's when items as well as hexes started flying.
"Gabrielle put that down! Let me explain!"
"Comment avez-vous osé m'enfermer là-dedans, idiot!" The blonde shouted in anger. "Espèce d'abruti arrogant impoli"
Understanding her words, as he had picked up some French during his stay, Harry glared back at her as her blue eyes stared him down ferociously. Taking a risk, the blonde gives a shout of surprise as he leaps from his position and tackles her to the ground. Forcing her to drop the vase that she was intending to throw next...
Immediately a wrestling match was started as despite being smaller and petite. Gabrielle could be quite tenacious and vicious when pissed...
As this was happening Tonks was hexing Remus like you wouldn't believe. Being an auror apparently was a boon at this moment in the older women's opinion. Especially as between she and Remus there were in an infinite amount of spells that they could throw before they were done.
Godric's Hollow was lucky that as it was being rebuilt, Remus had the foresight to cast self repair charms on its very foundations and walls.
So far, Tonks has nailed him twice and has made holes in the wall the size of his head. The wolves gulping in fear, the men look at one another and pray for those being punished manhood as the women cheer on Tonks and Gabrielle. They didn't dare beak in as the walls repaired themselves. Knowing that the damage the two angry women were inflicting had to be great...
Eventually as the war of the sexes dies down three hours later, in that one lone room. The others were confused as they heard thumps from above them seconds later. Youthful laughter in the air, Fleur couldn't help but smile as she recognized that giggle and that soft cry of Harry.
It was further influenced as to what was happening as a deep throated growl of pleasure came from the room next door and the clear voice of Remus filled the air.
"Clothes off now!"
Needless to say the basic rule of thumb in any major fight with a wolf or even one raised by a wolf no matter how briefly, a woman should remember often is this.
It turns them on...
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Gabrielle's words
How dare you lock me in you idiot! You rude arrogant ass!
Depending on how things go I may or may not do a lemon...but either way I have an inkling I am going to have to change the rating shortly anyhow. Heh...