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Pre-AN: this is part II of a two part chapter; if you haven't read the first part go back one chapter. Special thanks to Aealket for acting as a beta for this chapter. He did it without me asking and I appreciate it. Remember to thank him in your reviews people. It could have been much worse without him.
Chapter 23 - I'm so going to Hell (Part II)
Turning around, Bellatrix stared in mock surprise at the strained white knuckled boy in front of her.
"Well small world, if it isn't little baby Potter. How have you been, did you have a good holiday, lots of presents?" She asked as sincerely as possible; like she was a favourite aunt or acquaintance.
Harry stayed silent as he weighed the risks of wandlessly accioing her tongue from her body.
But he was worried about the knife before him.
He had already tried to summon it away from the Death Eater; it was resistant to him, it might have been warded somehow to prevent summoners. Making any moves would be very risky for the man in the death Eaters grasp.
"So quiet little Potter; where's that spunk, that zest you once had. Why I remember the last time we met, oh the fire in your eyes… how the ladies must swoon for you." The women fluttered her eye lashes at Harry girlishly.
"What do you want?" Harry asked through gritted teeth. Harry could sense Bob behind him, he was laying in wait ready to leap to Harry's defence when he needed it. Harry could hear the man's thoughts and emotion's; something he would have killed for months or even moments earlier. Now it only made him feel sick and agitated.
The man was mentally preparing himself. He was preparing himself for death. He was willing to give his life for Harry.
This wasn't some close relative, this wasn't some secret godfather, and this wasn't even really a friend. This was a man who was given a job to protect, and he was willing to give it his all. Harry didn't want the man's death on his head. He was going to make sure of it, Bob or whatever the man's name was… he was going to live.
"What do I want…? Now Harry, you don't sound like you want to even see me. I'm hurt, I truly am… I'd cry if I weren't afraid of making a scene." Bellatrix pouted.
Some of the death eaters chuckled slightly at Harry as he continued to stare hatefully at the woman.
"I mean after all the effort we've gone through, After all the streets we had patrolled, dressed as muggle filth, just waiting and looking. I was lucky, my Lord, he somehow knew that you were in this area…" The Priest turned incredulous eyes to the women at the references of a Lord.
"I was so hoping to find you, to be able to see you, just once more…" the woman enunciated enraptured with her luck.
"Well you've found me, what are you going to do, you can't perform any spells. You can't do anything." Harry taunted, keeping wary eyes on the holy man.
The man stared at Harry in confusion at the reference to spells.
"Oh you think so do you, remember young Harry, as impressive a feat as this suppression is, it was performed by Muggles. They are a dimwitted breed; they can't do the job right."
With that, she took out her wand…
Harry's own wand trained on her in alarm.
She looked at him mockingly while pointing it at a pew.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The women cried aloud like a first year just practicing the spell.
Incredulously, Harry stared as the pew started to rise higher and higher.
"I don't pretend to understand why, but we've been testing and practicing for so long, we've been going through every spell imaginable and we've found a few spells that still work. Do you really think that the muggle's could hold us at bay for long…?" The woman taunted threateningly.
The last line flashed in his mind warningly. Harry's perception flashed from Bob to Bellatrix and what he sensed was very unnerving.
They had found a way to overcome the suppression field; they were going to be able to use their wands completely. Soon, very very soon.
Harry still had his wandless magic and he could transform, but in such a small space transforming would only hinder him, and as fun as it would be to Redcuto the women with his unstable magic, he was more likely to just become a larger target with more places to be hit with by an Avada Kedavra… his wings weren't exactly great for dodging.
"Now Young Harry, in the spirit of the season, I'll make you a deal. Come with me, let me eviscerate you, and the muggles can live. I promise it will only hurt for a second." The women offered, as if she were being generous. A bright cheery smile on her face that disturbed Harry to no end.
"Don't do it son, don't…." The priest was cut off as the edge of the blade cut slightly at the man's neck, drawing out a small stream of blood in warning.
Bellatrix looked over her shoulder at the man and smiled. Turning back to Harry she amusedly remarked.
"Muggles…" She smiled fondly, as if the man was a silly little puppy trying to climb stairs or was chewing on her favourite slippers.
"Do I look stupid, you'll just kill them anyway…" Harry remarked, trying to buy himself some time, for any kind of advantage or plan.
"True, I didn't actually think you'd believe that. But we'll make it quick. This offer isn't going to be available to you forever; There are much worse things than death, I believe your headmaster has says that often enough. Trust me; compared to what we could do… death is preferable. I suggest you decide quickly as you only have…" She reached into her robe and pulled out an old pocket watch.
"Oh, half a minute… what do you say Harry, decide now, I do promise I will end the muggles quickly…." She offered.
"What happens in half a minute?" Harry asked in morbid curiosity; ignoring the lack lustre offer.
"Tick tock Harry…" The women announced, ignoring the question all together. "20 seconds left." She smiled.
Franticly Harry's eyes wandered the room; He had to find something to help him.
By the front table there were left over garlands from the children's choir, on the pew's there were a few bibles and mini pencils.
There was a wicker collection box upfront, with a bottle of liquid that Harry wasn't sure about. It was a tad yellow, and didn't look like something he would drink.
"10 seconds…" Bellatrix enunciated.
Harry's eyes focused on the man with the knife to his neck.
"9"
All the wands were now pointed at Harry. He was right; they were going to cast spells.
'But how?'
"8"
Harry could feel Bob resigning himself; he was going to jump in front of Harry as he didn't want to risk Harry being pushed into another spell. He was going to count on Harry being able to dodge and maybe miraculously escaping.
"7"
Harry had had enough. With his wand extended, as if he was about to cast a spell, he took a pose like one he had seen Snape take, where his wand was pointed loosely while his back hand was up behind him.
With his wand as a distraction Harry flicked his left hand.
Immediately, bibles, pews and other objects flew at the surprised death eaters. They batted them away with wingardiums that barely nudged them out of their path, But Harry had used that time to take the unknown bottle of liquid to bash into the man holding the priest, while simultaneously accioing the man out of the Death eaters grasp.
The bottle smashed against his face and soaked his robes and eyes, as the priest yelled in fright as he sailed out of the man's grip and over to Harry.
He landed with a thump by Harry and looked at the teen with wide eyes.
The black overcoat, the battle ready pose, the stern hardened eyes, they all told the man that the boy was more dangerous than he had ever imagined; and clearly so, if he had caused the impossible mayhem he had just bore witness to.
Harry could feel Bob's surprise and mental cursing as Harry ruined his chances of dieing a martyr. The man ran the rest of the stairs and pulled Harry aside as Bellatrix took the knife out of the hands of the man who was rubbing liquid out of his eyes and flung it with deadly accuracy at Harry.
Wide eyed Harry stared at the knife and mentally shielded himself.
Bellatrix stared in shock as the knife seemingly stopped mid air and bounced to the left where it clinked harmlessly against a wall. Bob and the priest stared as well, this not being a normal occurrence for the two.
Deciding to be more proactive, Harry summoned the pencils from the pews and with a force that was unnatural, flung them at the death eaters. Most dodged, but one man was unlucky enough to have a pencil fling into his throat and embed itself almost completely within.
Stunned and in shock the man grasped at his neck, and tried to pry the writing the device out of his neck. Almost immediately the wound started to spew forth blood at a rate that was not healthy.
The man took a few steps forward, before his knees gave way and he fell to the floor leaking the important liquid.
Harry tried to put the thought out of his mind; this was his first true kill. He would deal with that later, he had to stay alive.
BOOM
Suddenly A loud explosion emanated outside, a bright light shone through cracks in the door and he could feel an oppressive cloud he had not been aware of before, simply vanish. Harry knew his wand would work now.
There were screams and frightened yelling outside, but Harry had to ignore that as he watched every death eater in the building level a wand at him, he had proven to be too dangerous to let live.
The tips of their wands glowed Green as they cried the killing Curse.
Harry saw Bob try to make his way to Harry, but Harry banished the man back behind a pew with the Priest while summoning the first object he could see.
A rectangular shape impacted with the concentrated spell fire that had aimed for his heart. The Holly book glowed green in the wake of the multiple curses before it simply vaporised in a ball of Green flame.
Harry had just destroyed a bible. He really hoped God would understand.
Diving behind a Pew of his own, He upturned the seat and used it as a solid shield as he took pot shots at the death Eaters.
"Kill Him…" Bellatrix Screeched angrily. "Kill Everyone."
Looking over he spotted Bob Franticly signalling him.
"Get over here…" He ordered in-between spell fire. The man fired off a Reducto that caused the opposite wall to crumble down around the enemy. Unfortunately as the building was side by side another building, it was not a viable exit. But the rubble itself was a useful object in itself as Bob banished the larger stone's at the death eaters.
Harry thought the killing curse that shot rapidly between the two answered for him far better than he could.
The death eaters had decided to copy bob's tactic as the killing curse shattered stone away from the wall, causing Harry to have to create a shield bubble to protect himself.
Getting an idea, Harry Summoned seven floating Protego balls and conjured a few bed spreads.
Taking each sheet, Harry placed one over each ball and mentally sent them out to bash against the Death eaters.
Immediately the spell fire ceased as they diverted their attention to the rapidly approaching sheets.
The large quick flying projectiles suitably confused the death eaters as they swarmed them.
Using the distraction, Harry took a quick glance and memorized the position of each death eater. Then, releasing the shield balls that had been pleasantly hammering away at his foes, Harry mined several Reductos around the still mostly bunched up group of death eaters.
Taking a deep breath, Harry turned around and while still maintaining the mined spells, jumped up and ran to a pew closer to Bob while firing… literally.
The death eaters scattered as jets of flame leaped at them.
One of the death Eaters took a wrong step and tripped… head first into a spell mine.
The man's scream was horrifyingly cut short as his head seemed to cave into itself. He fell to the floor, unmoving.
Bob disillusioned the priest and dragged him as he ran over to Harry under the new pew while adding his own blasting and percussion curses.
"That's enough Harry, take the Father and go; get as far away as you can, I'll hold them back." The man ordered as he cast some covering fire.
"Don't be dim…" Harry argued, while sending another jet of flame at the death eaters.
The man who had held the knife to the priest, the man who Harry had soaked in unknown liquids didn't get out of the way in time.
The man's screams echoed around the room as what appeared to be holy oils, caught fire and set the man aflame.
He apparently had never learned to stop, drop, and roll; instead he just ran around the room patting at his body fervently while trying to tear his burning clothes off himself.
Unfortunately during the man's frantic movements, he had run into a wall, layered in curtains that circled half the room, hanging from a wooden support beam.
Such a combination was not something the foam fire dog who had visited Harry during his kindergarten days to teach him the three F's of fire prevention, would recommend.
Harry could hear a pained gasp emanate out of the semi visible Priest, as he watched his church catch fire. Normally, Harry would have felt some sympathy for the man, even guilt at the hand he had played in destroying the man's building, but he had other things to worry about.
"Can you make a Portkey…?" Harry asked.
Bob looked at Harry in confusion for a moment… then he snapped out of it and immediately picked up a piece of wood of the floor and waving his wand about it.
"It'll take a few minutes to make…" Bob warned as he waved his wand about the hunk of wood.
Harry wanted to argue, saying that he had watched Dumbledore make one in seconds, but didn't bother.
"Do it" Harry ordered, seemingly taking charge of the situation.
"Father," Harry addressed sternly.
The man turned frightened eyes toward Harry, "Y-yes…" he stuttered.
Putting on a more sympathetic frown, while wandlessly circulating pews around the death eaters and sending as many stunners and Reductos as he could.
"I know this is all very frightening, but I need you to do something, There are probably going to be a lot more people in black robes outside. The children and their families are in danger." Harry warned.
Immediately the man's eyes hardened, a purposeful fire sprung up within the man's stare. "I'll give my life for them…" the man said honestly.
Harry groaned to himself at the amount of suicidal people around him.
"Don't be stupid, if you get the chance, run, if you can - take as many people with you as possible until you can get help. Don't turn back." Harry ordered sternly.
The man looked like he wanted to tell Harry off, but he was interrupted as the pew they were all hiding behind vanished in an explosion of wood and splinters.
Harry was thrown Backwards, slamming with an enormous force against the metal gate to the baptismal chamber.
He collapsed on the floor in pain as he looked over to his wand arm and saw a piece of wood the size of a wand piercing his arm.
It went right through his forearm, as thick as his pinkie and as long as the palm of his hand; glistening with his blood. Fortunately he could still feel his fingers; unfortunately he could also feel the piece of wood rubbing painfully against his bone.
'Always this arm...' Harry mentally cried. He didn't want to pull the wood out lest he bleed to death. Right now it wasn't bleeding too badly, but he knew it would gush if the offending hunk of dead tree were removed. Harry tried to move his fingers to pick up his wand a few feet away.
He was stopped however on two fronts: the first being the fact it hurt too much to use that arm; the second being the feminine boot stepping on his holly friend.
Looking up, with a grimace of pain while he clung to his semi useless arm, he stared hatefully into the eyes of the smugly vengeful women.
"I must say Potter, I didn't know you could put up such a fight… well done." She congratulated.
"Go to hell!" Harry spat. He was surprised and worried to note that his spittle seemed a little more red than ordinary. He had probably sustained more injuries than he had realized.
"You first… Say hello to the mutt" she said back scornfully, while pointing her wand at Harry.
It sparked a sickly black in anticipation as she opened her mouth.
"Avada…"
She was stalled as a Rock bounced off her head.
Cupping her head in pain she looked over in the direction of the semi visible man who had thrown the stone
"The LORD is my shepherd;" The priest cried.
"I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures;" Taking another stone within his arm he tossed it with all his strength at the women.
"He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul;" The man cried, throwing a stone during each pause.
"He leads me in the paths of righteousness, For His name's sake." Taking a piece of flaming wood that had once been the very pew that had protected Harry, He swung it at the women who ducked away from the flaming club.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me…" The man cried taking a swing with each breath.
Bellatrix having come uncomfortably close to being bludgeoned to death finally swung her wand arm in a slashing motion at the man.
The man watched as the sickly purple flame came his way, a content accepting smile upon his face, knowing the blow would mean death.
Bellatrix watched in surprise as the dark cutter rolled off a bright blue shield bubble that had encircled the man.
It made a clanging noise as the bubble vibrated and turned slightly green under the force of the spell before it shattered.
Bellatrix screeched in fury and turned to look incredulously at Harry who had used the distraction the man had provided him to retrieve his wand in his left hand and had used a mixed wand/wandless spell to create a shield around the man.
The room was now entirely in flame, the walls were rolling with hellish ferocity. Beams cracked under the extreme heat and age. The building was groaning.
Harry and Bellatrix both turned to stare at each other before they realized they were missing one member of Harry's party. They both turned to look around the room.
The last two death eaters had died, or fled. The door to the church was open, fuelling the flames with fresh oxygen; the other Death eater, being crushed under a fallen beam.
The last person within the room was franticly working. The man in question swung his arm in a final circle while crying "Portus!"
Harry could feel the elation from the man as the piece of wood glowed blue.
He never had a chance to comprehend the fact though as in that moment, time slowed.
In the next few moments a cornucopia of events happened that left Harry feeling almost dizzy.
His mental powers kicked in to high gear and they swung back and forth between the occupants of the room.
First Bob…
It was as if Harry had been submerged in his consciousness. He had struggled to bypass the wards that the Death eaters had created. He was thankful that he had studied wards as a hobby; otherwise he would not have been able to create what he had.
Bob worried that Bellatrix would create a temporary booster object to strengthen the wards, preventing him from creating another portkey. He hoped Harry would be able to escape. He hoped he would be able to survive.
Second the priest…
A wave of despair radiated off the man, as he watched his true home burn away under the assault of the women who he considered evil beyond reason. He was conflicted by the pair who were helping him survive. They were using the same tools as the women, they were using demonic powers. He reasoned though, the Lord would not have sent him the corrupt to save him; they were his guardians, through this ordeal. His mind focused however on the women… she was doing something, and he hoped it would not spell doom for him and his saviours.
Then Bellatrix…
'NO!' Bellatrix mentally cried in distress. Her mind was a twisted wreck. Her own voice repeating the voice repeatedly. Constantly cold, constantly in pain… she was truly insane from her stint in Azkaban.
But she was also intelligent, frightfully so.
She planned to create a booster, whatever that object was. But first she had to make sure Potter Died, he could not escape. He had to die…. Her Lord wished it.
The depraved twisted title of the snake man bounced around her head with awe and terror, but always in reverence. If Harry didn't know better Harry would have said the women loved the man, but it was a warped love, a love only the soulless could attain. It made Harry physically ill as he experienced it.
Then his mental powers lanced back to Bob.
'Now!'
Immediately, Bob's head swivelled up and he flung the piece of wood at Harry while swinging his wand up and pointing it at the piece of wood and banishing it to give it that extra speed as it just barely missed Bellatrix's retaliatory Reducto.
Harry knew this would take him away upon contact.
Harry watched the world eerily as the room crumbled before him in slow motion. An ungodly groaning and crackling noise could be heard coming from the ceiling. Harry looked up and watched as the rickety old beam had had enough; it began to fall.
…With Bob Directly underneath.
Not bothering to even think about his actions Harry stuck out his injured arm, with the piece of wood still sticking out of his forearm, his palm out as if he was going to catch the projectile; but in actuality, for exactly the opposite reason.
Everyone watched in shock as Harry finally gave in to his powers, breaking the first wall he had held for himself.
Somewhere within himself he was regulating how much power he unleashed through his skills. It terrified him with how much power he truly had. He had set himself his own boundaries, levels he consciously and unconsciously erected preventing him from experiencing that source of power and strength, that potential he had always had in reserve.
Dipping into his magic like a man who had spent weeks in a desert, and had finally found an oasis; with all the force he could muster, he sent the strongest banisher at the portkey as he could.
A wave of force emanated out of his hand mere inches away from the portkey and caught the wood in its wake, flinging it back at the man that had thrown it. The fire and debris, every object in-between was caught in his desperate act, and they quaked under his power. The Flames receded back, the flaming debris crumbled under the strength, and the projectile that had meant to save him flung back at its creator at a speed that could have been deadly.
All Harry saw before the piece of wood pierced the man's shoulder from the force, was his wide incredulous eye's before he simply vanished.
Time returned to normal and Harry watched as the flaming beam fell right where Bob's head would have been with such force that Harry was sure the man would have died upon contact.
Satisfied Harry immediately turned his attention toward the priest and Bellatrix.
Bellatrix had a white object in her hands and she was preparing to throw it towards the priest.
Not thinking on what the object could be, Harry ran towards the priest, intent on saving him.
Using the same method as before, but encircling the man in a shield, Harry banished the priest through the flaming entrance way. Bellatrix's white object missed the man by inches but followed him outwards through doorway before the balcony, where Harry had just been staring down at a snowball fight, sealed the last exit as its support structure crumbled beneath it..
Harry suddenly realized just how hot the building really was. There was no spot along the walls that wasn't on fire. The roof itself was already starting to crumble down around them. Bellatrix Lestrange starring at Harry in furious worry.
"How did you do that Potter, you can't do two spells at once. Do you have a second wand…?" the women asked suspiciously.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Bella…" Harry spat teasingly.
If he was going to go out this way, he was going to make the women's last minutes on earth as uncomfortable as ever.
He idly wondered what was taking the order so long; 'they should have been here by now. Bob would have made sure of that.'
'Booster…' echoed across his mind in reminder.
The object Bellatrix had thrown… it wasn't meant to harm the priest, it was meant to trap Harry, and with it out there, and him in here… things did not look so good for him.
Bellatrix snarled as Harry called her by that name, a name only her Lord called her.
Flinging her wand out she started to fire spells; Harry reasoned they would be extremely painful.
Blocking those he recognized, and banishing objects in the way of those he didn't Harry began to truly duel the woman.
He was barely able to hold his own, as the woman was an excellent duellist. His wandless skill was the only thing keeping him from already having been skewered and beheaded by the first few spells.
The woman snarled insanely at the prospect that a boy would be able to match her. And through means she did not understand…
She sent an Avada at him while setting the floor on fire. Not caring that she was dooming herself in the process.
Harry dodged the Avada while summoning a piece of rubble to intercept it, but stumbled as he tried not to walk into the flames. Immediately Harry felt a giant force slam into his left shoulder which was temporarily acting as his wand arm. A large hunk of roof fell and slammed into Harry; knocking him down and his wand out of his hand.
Bellatrix smiled victoriously as the wand rolled away… The flames she had sent to the floor slowly spreading closer and closer to Harry.
Harry nervously tried to reach for it but was thrown back as Bellatrix spat a Disarmer at him. Having nothing left to disarm, the spell simply acted like a bludgeoner, having no wand to channel the magic into.
Harry wheezed as he could now clearly feel an uncomfortable stabbing sensation in his chest. One or more of his ribs were broken.
When no wand came, Bellatrix stared at the teen in confusion. Having bent over and picked up his wand.
Pointing both Wands at Harry, Harry was subjected to two disarmers being slammed into him. His wand seemed to shudder in the women's hands as if protesting such action but fired none the less. Harry was thrown bodily into the wall behind him and felt the fire licking at his clothing and scalding his hands. He coughed and watched as blood leaked out of his mouth.
"How did you fire two spells at once…?" The women demanded pointing both wands in Harry's direction; ready to cast another painful spell.
"I prayed to God really really hard…" Harry mocked.
The women grimaced in a very Snape like manner, before smiling evilly.
"I suppose it will remain a mystery then, Goodbye Harry Potter," the woman answered back in farewell. Both wand tips glowed a familiar green as the women enunciated the first syllables of the killing curse.
Harry's seeker eyes served him once more as he saw a burning large something falling from the ceiling.
Not giving it any thought, Harry wandlessly summoned the thing and using all his willpower dived out of the way just as the women uttered the last syllable. The spells struck the spot he was moments before, then the object struck the woman.
Harry who had only rolled a foot away was privileged to see the women's shocked face as her abdomen seemed to explode forward with large pointy splinters jutting out of her, before she crumpled onto the floor below.
Reaching over painfully and prying the wands out of the women's still firm grasp, as she stared at Harry Hatefully, Harry stood up and looked at the sight before him.
There before him lay the most feared women in the British Isles. Her lower half twitching uselessly. Her head twittering about madly as she tried to move. The fire was surrounding her and closing in.
Her hands and arms clawing at the burning stone trying to move away from the flames.
Embedded in her lower back was the once hanging cross, it stood slightly crooked but stood none the less. It had struck with such force that it had severed her spinal cord and destroyed most of her internal organs. It was a wonder she was even conscious, she probably couldn't even feel the pain from the injury having so many nerves severed.
"You'll Die Potter, There's no way out." The women screeched, bloody spittle flying vindictively from her mouth.
"I erected the ward boosters myself and flung the anchor outside with that useless muggle." She spat, confirming Harry's earlier realization.
"You'll die with me… Do you hear me?!" she cried insanely.
Harry looked down at the woman with no sympathy, she had earned her fate.
Looking about the collapsing room knowing that within moment's he would indeed die if he didn't get out Harry surveyed his options. Coughing slightly, from all the smoke Harry looked at the only source of light that wasn't coming from the fire.
The stained glass window shined down at him in unearthly majesty, calling at him.
"Oh I'm so going to hell…" Harry said aloud, as an idea sprang to mind.
Glancing down, Harry watched as the woman's legs started to catch fire. Her feet had stopped twitching uselessly as they were already charring.
"I'll see you there…" he addressed to the woman before turning his back on her and leapt over flames and rubble to the other end of the room.
Taking all the adrenalin and anger, the agitation and worry, the hatred and rage… Harry finally sent it at his core... the essence of himself that had been beating wildly through the entire ordeal.
Bellatrix who had pulled her body around watched in shock as Harry underwent the transformation.
The boy seemed to shimmer, and black smoke unrelated to the fire materialized around his shoulders before coalescing into an impossible shape.
This new smoke was sucked into his back and the teen's overcoat, or what remained of it, exploded outwards as with a snap, the black smoke gathered together and formed giant wings that twitched to life and flapped outwards blowing flames and debris away from him.
As he stared out at the, woman, his eyes flashed an unearthly white; for that moment Bellatrix was truly afraid.
Harry's Eyes dimmed back and his familiar jade eyes became visible once more.
Looking down at himself, Harry grumbled to himself.
"Damn it; that was my favourite jacket." Harry groaned sullenly as all that was left of his clothing was his sleeve where the piece of wood lay embedded, and part of his shirt underneath.
He was a little worried that he had not really felt anything from his pierced arm in a bit.
He cautiously poked at the wood and was comforted by the pain he felt. If only to indicate that he wouldn't have to get a hook and work his way up to moody's level of prosthetics.
Pointing his wand awkwardly at the wood, he carefully, with his unstable magic in mind, willed the wood to be carved down into manageable nubs that while still embedded in his arm, were at least not jutting out perpendicular to the skin.
Using his wand once more, using the spell Tonks Had shown his class the last day of school, Harry ran a diagnostic spell over his chest and frowned at the mental images that flashed in his mind.
He got glimpses of his internal organs, he could see a broken rib poking at a spongy bloody piece of flesh he assumed to be his lung.
Slightly queasy from bearing witness to what he was truly made of; Harry ended the spell as he felt his feet grow hot.
The flames were closing in; Harry could see Bellatrix's terrified eyes. For a moment he felt pity for the woman before snapping out of it, not willing to risk his life to save the woman who he had wished dead on more than one occasion. It was almost kinder to let her die as well, as Harry believed there was no way she would be able to live considering the damage the cross had done her.
Turning away, Harry reminded himself of what awaited him beyond the hellish church and flapped his wings.
The fire shot out radially away from his wake, before Harry started to gain altitude.
Not bothering to look below him as he started to hear the pained screams of his former enemy, Harry stared at the mural.
The ceiling above him was crumbling but not fast enough. Pointing his wand hand at the wall opposite him, while still flapping his wings; Harry prepared himself before firing off a percussion blast.
The force of the spell rocketed Harry forward toward the window, and with his wings wrapping around Harry's Body protectively like a shell as he closed the distance between him and the piece of art.
The last thing Harry saw before he exited was the accusing eyes of Mother Mary as he burst through her and her glass child, out into the snow storm. The fire escaping with him upon contact with the fresh source of oxygen.
Immediately spreading his wings, he could feel the air resistance tug at his appendages as he slowed his approach enough to land on the icy street below.
Harry could feel the sheet of ice below him crack from the force, and the only thing that kept him from breaking his bones from the fall being the air resistance and his strengthened muscles and bones.
Remembering the threat he was still in, his Head snapped up as he rolled just in time to miss a curse that would have missed him anyway.
Everyone was staring at him in Shock.
The Death eaters seemed frightened if the multiple steps away from him meant anything. Harry didn't even want to imagine what the church goers were thinking.
Using the shock to his advantage, Harry stood on one knee and using his wings for added support he pushed off the ground into a standing position. His wings immediately pointing behind him as he tried to make as thin a target as possible.
"Put your weapons away, and leave them alone." Harry ordered confidently, not letting on to the sheer terror that was still coursing through his veins.
Some of the Death eaters seemed to start at Harry's command, as if they were seriously considering it before another death eater who had admittedly taken a number of steps back himself, looked the most calm; took control.
"Don't give us orders Potter!" The man spat in false confidence.
"You will surrender or the hostages will die." The man ordered. While aiming his wand at a group of children who had been separated from their parents.
Specifically, he had pointed his wand at a little girl who he had watched sing moments earlier.
The parents screamed in terror. The father fighting with other parents as they held him back with sorrow in their eyes.
Other parents were fighting as well but most were cowering in fear, supposedly knowing the truth of their powers as Harry had spotted the unseeing eyes of the cabby lying close to him and one or two men and women lying dead at the feet of the living.
This was not a child's game, and unlike when he was at the ministry, he had no prophecy to bargain with, the death eaters would kill indiscriminately...
…And they wouldn't even bat an eye in the process.
Harry could feel the two pieces of wood within his left hand. Separated only by a finger between the two, as if they were deadly chopsticks...
Harry watched the death eaters, staring them down and making them nervous.
A speck of ash floated down from the building beside them, the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange, no longer screaming in pain as she burnt away in flames.
He had an idea… he was not sure if it would work but he hoped it would. And he hoped he could control his wand enough to do it right. Otherwise he might be single-handedly responsible for a massacre, of Death eaters and muggles.
Franticly Harry looked at each person and tried to place each person within his mind like chess pieces on a wintry game board.
Luckily for him the muggle parents were well away from the death eaters, on the other side of the once proud church, to his left, but the children were uncomfortably close, not but a few meters away to his right.
The other death eaters were getting nervous and agitatedly pointing their wands at the parents seeing them as the bigger threat compared to the children. While the first death eater was nervously watching Harry, while keeping his wand pointed at the little girl who stared wide eyed at the end of the sparking wand that was glowing uncomfortably green.
Harry stared the man down, his hands preparing himself for the next set of actions.
The man watched with a critical eye.
Suddenly Harry's right fist twitched involuntarily, and the man snapped...
"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled while pointing his wand at the child.
Shocked, Harry, Immediately sent off another percussion blast behind him propelling him forward at a speed he had not been aware he was possible of reaching, while simultaneously accioing the girl into flight toward him.
With a speed that was impressive, the other death eaters swivelled their wands at the moving pair, and fired off Avadas as well.
Harry, noticing this, desperately while catching the girl and twirling her away in a hug with his left hand extended, summoned the ice sheet below him to crack away and raise up to shield himself and the girl.
Noticing the wide spray of green spell fire, He swung his wand in the direction of the other children as the first spell struck the ice barrier and shattered it.
Harry's wand acted instinctively and swirled and compressed the still falling snow in to crystal clear hard balls that intercepted each of the spells. Shattering upon contact, but saving the children's lives…
As the Avadas shattered the short lived shields, Harry whispered to the girl as he hugged her head to his shoulder.
"Close your eyes…" The girl clung to him in fright complying as Harry jumped through the shattered mist and raced towards the death eaters who instead of firing at the parents pointed their wands at Harry.
They were too slow.
Harry ran forward and using his left arm, Harry swung it in an arc at a death eater in range.
The super strengthened hand struck a fatal blow, flinging the death eater away in a uppercut like blow, snapping his neck instantly and flinging him a few feet away, unmoving.
Sensing the magic coming, Harry shielded himself as he ducked and rolled. With a protective arm around the girl, he just barely avoided a spell that shot right through another death eater like tissue paper; creating a puncture whole that was gruesomely visible to all.
Willing his Shield to grow, Harry blasted the protective shimmering ball outward in an explosion that took the closest death eaters by surprise.
Before anyone had time to deliver Harry the final Blow, Harry enacted his most harebrained and risky plan yet.
Grabbing a firm hold of his two wands, Harry took one last look around spotting the locations of the men and women and raised his left arm in an arc perpendicular to him; his wand pointing away purposefully while going through the motions of the spell within his mind.
Immediately the world around him exploded in a blurry mist that shot away from him as it coalesced into a translucent clear blob, making contact with each and every death eater and parts of the pavement below, a bubble at the centre with Harry and the child safely at the focal point. The blob seemed to pop and form a clear distinct shape around those involved… as Harry prepared himself for what he was about to do.
"Evertamens!" Harry cried.
The Death eaters stared in horror for a moment before the spell struck.
Then every death eater soundlessly screamed in pain as their bodies exploded outwards in a storm of black particles.
The black particles stopped and floated mid air for a moment as if asking Harry to reconsider.
Emotionlessly, Harry Flapped his wings powerfully and watched as the particles that had once been men and women Scattered in the wind amongst the white snow.
It was over, and he was alive… he had not expected that much even.
Harry's knee's wobbled from the backlash of so much magic interacting, his magical sensitivity making him feel physically sick from the spell. Adding on top of that the soundless cries of the men and women he had just killed… he was lucky to have not regurgitated his breakfast right there and then.
Looking around him, Harry took in the scene before him. There was a donut like depression around him where his spell had eaten away at the pavement. To his right directly behind him, were the rest of the children who were looking at him in awe not unlike meeting a comic book hero, not understanding how much blood dripped invisibly from his hands.
To his right were the parents with the same kind of awed gape. A particular set were staring at him in joy, or more particularly, staring at the girl within his arms.
Walking forward and jumping over the gap, Harry walked towards the pair.
Immediately the two ran forward toward their child. They reached out and took a hold of the little girl, who Harry let go thankful that the girl was not sitting on his injured forearm anymore.
"Honey, are you alright…. Honey, please look at me…" the mother said worriedly.
Looking at the girl, Harry smiled.
"You can open your eyes now…" Harry instructed.
Cautiously the girl opened one eye and peeked out.
"Where did the bad men go…? "She asked curiously.
"Away…" Harry answered her with a smile.
The parents looked at him in gratitude, uncomfortably so, Harry nodded sheepishly and turned away and let his eyes wander.
He spotted the priest, he was on his knees praying, occasionally opening his eyes and staring at Harry before renewing his prayers with vigour. Harry wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not.
More than a few people were looking at him in a way that he was making him very uncomfortable. Turning away from the crowd Harry's eyes locked onto something a few feet by the entrance to the door.
He wouldn't have spotted it if it weren't for his unique sight. He could see movement along the surface, walking forward and cautiously picking up the death eater mask, Harry looked at the light runes that encircled the object.
Harry reasoned this was the ward booster that was preventing apparition and portkeys.
Harry idly wondered how the women had written them so fast and erected the shield so quickly but putting that thought aside, Harry wandlessly incinerated the object breaking the ward, after recalling his wings within him.
Almost immediately the sound of apparition filled the air as multiple wizards and witches popped in.
The crowd behind him cried in fear… but Harry immediately raced between the two groups and raised his good hand up in supplication.
"Don't worry, they're the good guys/" Harry eased. He barely had time to say anything further before he was tackled from behind by the obscenely strong Werewolf.
"Harry I was…"
"Broken ribs!" Harry wheezed.
Immediately the man let go and jumped aside as Molly Weasley ran forward with her wand extended running diagnostic spells about Harry and frowning in worry.
No one seemed to care that a group of muggles were watching enraptured at the group of strangely dressed but imposing figures who were tending to the boy who had saved them and their children's lives.
Molly let out a cry of horror as she took in Harry's wound on his arm, drawing many eyes to the wooden stubs that had driven itself through the arm.
Dumbledore walked forward, with wand extended while pointing in general directions getting order members to go secure the area before making his way to Harry.
"Harry, are you alright?" The man asked worriedly.
Harry was about to answer when he was blinded by a flash that was only intensified by the white snow.
Looking up at the building opposite the church Harry stared at a man with a camera in his hands.
Looking around him, Harry saw more people staring out their windows with other damning recording devices and telephones focused solely on Harry and the wizards.
Looking around himself Harry finally spotted the other pieces of equipment.
On the snow, littered around them, Harry could see the Video cameras with their infernal red lights lit as they recorded at specific angles.
"Oh, shit." Harry whispered to himself… just as a siren emanated around the corner and wizards started to come forward warning the headmaster that muggles were coming.
No one reprimanded him for his language as the first of multiple police cars pulled in; just as Dumbledore slipped him a portkey and Harry was whisked away wondering how much trouble this was going to bring.
AN: Well there you go, that's the scene, total exposure. Harry has just battled death eaters, all with the video cameras rolling. He has revealed secrets only a handful of people are aware of.
I'm tired and I'm going to go to bed, as this chapter was incredibly long and difficult to write.
I basically stuck to my outline, but I had to make some changes here and there to suit the story.
Some of you might note the differences in the evertamens spell from how it was shown earlier... that was on purpose, and there is a reason. I'm just to lazy to write it out now. Anyone who really wants to know can ask in their review, and I'll copy and paste an explanation onto the reply I give.
Anyway, I look forward to hearing your opinions, till next time.
Quazi