Hey guys, I'm so sorry for leaving this for too long. I've been busy trying to graduate college and unashamed to say it but I've also been playing game instead of writing. With this story, I've decided that I'll combine this and my only other Supernatural Story together and make a series from them both. I think it'll work and give the Americans an excuse to cross the pond. Anyway, I should be getting on with writing this chapter.
Anna stood then, picked up her duffel bag and exited the tent as Hermione stared, in silent awed shock.
Anna didn't return that night. Harry had long since taken over the watch from Hermione at the mouth of the tent. So far, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, except a chilly winters wind passing through the clearing some time later, causing Harry to shiver and head in for a blanket from his bed before taking up the watch again. Slytherin's locket, given up by Hermione when she went to bed, lay still and cold on his chest as he wrapped the blanket around himself and sat down again, going back to how he'd been before.
His eyes started to droop before he found himself startling awake at a light glowing in the distance. Straightening his self out, he found a crick in his neck that he hadn't had before. The light caught in the corner of his eye as he stretched his neck and tried to massage the knot out of it, causing him to look around and grip his wand as the light went by again, only to return at the other end of the clearing and come closer, ghosting around the tent in a silent circle as Harry watched. A few minutes passed before the light disappeared.
Confused and curious by the light, Harry found himself leaving the tent entrance and going to where the light had been. He was only a few steps away when the light came back, startling him into falling over backwards over the trailing blanket as the light then morphed into a deer. Sitting up as it backed away, Harry couldn't help but wonder if this light/creature was a spirit of this particular forest while it pawed the ground and left no hoofprints whatsoever when it turned away to go back into the forest, only looking back once as Harry got to his feet and warily followed the doe, gripping his wand, out of the wards and noticing that there were weird symbols written on the grass in a dark coloured paint. Deciding he'd ask Anna about it if and when she came back, Harry ignored it for the moment as the doe stopped slightly and began walking again. Rustling echoed through the dark forest, around the odd duo and caused Harry to turn to watch his surroundings, gripping his wand tighter than he'd been, before he turned to find that the area he was in had gone dark. Looking around, he uttered the lighting spell, thought he caught a glimpse of Weasley red hair before he turned and saw the doe walking ahead and went to catch up to it.
They soon made it to a small clearing, somewhat farther than Harry would have possibly liked to venture from the tent. There the doe stopped and looked at the boy sadly before it disappeared, leaving him in wandlight, with only the chilly wind for company before he looked around caught something in what appeared to be a pond. Looking in that direction, he brought his wand higher to cast the light further in hopes of another glint. And there it was.
A red glint caught his eye from underneath the iced over pond before Harry was warily leaning forward to look closer and gasped. Godric Gryffindor's sword lay at the very bottom of the pond, rubies and gems glistening in the wandlight through the ice as he stared and stood again. Pacing did nothing for him as he tried to think of a way to get the sword out of the water before the spell from his Fourth Year came to him.
Pointing his wand at the ice, he uttered, "Accio Sword."
Nothing happened. The sword didn't budge as Harry walked around the pond, like a predator surveying it's prey before the attack. Sighing didn't help much either as the plume of steam erupted from his mouth before another spell came to mind, almost as if it wanted to be used. Pointing the stick at the ice again, he was pleased when the ice broke with the word, "Diffindo."
Trying the prior spell still didn't work before Harry shivered as a thought came to him. He was going to have to swim down under the water and retrieve the sword for himself. Dropping the blanket that had been dragged with him Harry gently lay his wand down on top of it and began to strip, clothes going into a pile on top of the blanket along with his glasses, leaving him shivering in his boxers and gripping his wand. He'd thought about leaving the locket as well but thought against it. He didn't really know if anyone else was in the forest and that glimpse of red had not looked like a squirrel looking for a cache of berries and nuts.
The water was freezing as he carefully slid into through the cracked ice near the shore and dove underneath the water, swimming as best as he could underneath toward the sword. Immediately, the locket came alive, the chain twisting tighter and tighter around his neck before he could even get to the sword's hilt. A yell came from his mouth as he gripped the chain and tried to loosen it, precious air escaping his mouth as he fought, hoping that it would come close and that he could swim to the surface again for some much needed air.
Something wrapped around his ankle, trapping him as the locket became heavier and heavier trying to stop its inevitable fate. Air was being lost the more harry fought with the air, trying to snap it before muffled voices shouted from above, a couple of splashes and then arms grabbed his armpits before he felt himself being taken to the surface, dragged up onto the shore again and gently laid down. The sounds of a second person joining them echoed around him before the point of a knife broke the chain and he began to cough up the water that had gotten into his lungs and get air back into his system.
"You bloody fool." Came a much missed voice before Harry groped around for his glasses wanting to put them back on, "You could have bloody died."
"What in God's name possessed you to go in with that locket on?" The second voice told him, sounding very much American as Harry coughed once more and looked up at his rescuers. Dripping wet and fully clothed, they stood there, sword gripped tightly in the man's hand while the woman held a small sword looking thing and the Horcrux tightly in the other.
Two guesses who these two are and cookies go to the one who gets it right.
Hermione Jean Burton
