Harry Potter and the Last Stand
By: Winston Noble
A/N: Ok, the fourth chapter in the epic saga is released. To clear things up, I've read a lot of FanFics where Harry can't use magic until he turns seventeen. But if you read the books, Fred and George's Birthdays are in April, (mentioned in fourth book) and before their sixth year they were doing magic. Since you have to be eleven to receive a Hogwart's letter, this would mean they could apparate and use magic at the age of 16. Thank you. Also, this chapter starts in Hermione's POV, and then moves onto Harry's. There are some flashbacks in this story and they are marked because if I use too much italization it glitches.
WARNING: THERE IS GRAPHIC SEXUALITY. THIS IS A `LEMON' AS MY FRIEND PUT IT.
Chapter 4: Going Home
Harry's eyes were shut tight. His body had broken out in cold sweat. He was running a fever and his cheeks were flushed. He shook in his bed fiercely, plagued by nightmares. Dumbledore had told her that Harry might be under Voldemort's influence because of the extreme pain his body was going through both mentally and physically.
Hermione had cried for hours as he thrashed and screamed in his sleep. She felt the pain he felt when tears escaped from his closed eyes. She knew that he was dreaming of Cedric and Sirius and of his parents. She hadn't moved from his side since Dumbledore had saved them both. She vividly remembered her fight with Bellatrix.
-Flashback-
"Please, Potter's girlfriend wishes to duel with me? I shall kill you for the thought of it, filthy little mudblood!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Protego! Your second year tricks won't help you here. CRUCIO!"
Hermione screamed in pain and she fell to the ground. "Accio," she managed to sputter through the pain. She pointed her wand at Bellatrix and concentrated on the wands behind her. The wands flew from behind the hooded woman and flew forward pelting her in a maelstrom of wood.
The pain lifted and the many wands fell to the floor in front of Hermione. Bellatrix picked herself off the floor and Hermione did the same. "So you know a few tricks, disgusting mudblood."
"Stupefy!"
"Protego!"
The spell bounced and hit the shelf to the right, splintering the wood. "You stand no chance, CRUCI-" she was cut off by Hermione, "SILENCIO! PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
Bellatrix stopped mid-word and her arms and legs snapped to her sides and she fell to the ground. Hermione advanced towards her with wobbly legs. Before she could stun the older woman, Bellatrix's hand broke free and grabbed Hermione's ankle, pulling it with all her might. Hermione fell backwards, her ankle twisting in the process until it snapped. She screamed in pain.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Bellatrix croaked, finally breaking the silence charm, her wand arm jabbed the air and the green light hit Hermione as halfway in her fall. She was thrown back into the wall her head snapping back and making a sick thud as she collided with the wood. She crumpled to the ground and her vision blurred, and finally, she blacked out.
She awoke to Bellatrix's scream. Moody had walked in and muttered a hex and Bellatrix's robes had caught fire. She struggled with the fire, sending spurts of water at it with her wand. The water passed straight through the flames and did nothing. She continued to burn and scream in agony. She dropped her wand and tried to roll the flames away but she was still pinned by the large wooden shelf.
"Alastor!" Lupin had walked in. He muttered the counter curse and stunned the flailing woman. He then summoned a stretcher and levitated Harry onto it, and then helped Hermione to her feet, one arm around her holding her up and the other pointing his wand at the stretcher, levitating it out to safety.
-End Flashback-
"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry," she cried to him, though he couldn't hear her, "I should've never tried to duel her, I should've ran to get help! I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid Hermione!"
"Now if you're stupid, what does that make the rest of us?" a familiar voice spluttered, choking after he finished. She looked up to see Harry smiling at her. He choked again. "Mrs. Weasley!" she screamed, "HES AWAKE!!!"
People came rushing in, all of them smiling hectically. People greeted him and threw themselves upon him uncontrollably, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley holding back tears, yet their eyes were extremely red and puffy, they were not smiling natural smiles. They looked as if they were forcing their happy spirits. But before Harry could ponder it further, Dumbledore entered, and everyone hushed immediately.
"Everyone leave immediately. I must speak with Harry," he said in a tone filled with seriousness yet still calm and controlled. They all complied, except for Hermione who clung to his arm. "Ms. Granger, I ask that you leave so that I may have a word with Mr. Potter here."
Hermione frowned and bit her lip, staring at Dumbledore. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked around, saw Harry, smiled, and then stood to leave. As she approached the door, she turned and mouthed, "I love you."
Harry returned the favor and mouthed it back.
Harry watched Hermione leave and then turned to face Dumbledore. This was important.
"Now, Harry, I understand you have some questions for me," Dumbledore said, sitting down.
"How am I alive?" he said slowly and softly, looking directly into the headmaster's eyes.
"I am not certain, but I have a two theories that I shall share with you. When I learned of the prophecy, I though of how the prophecy was a blessing to the wizarding world and yet a curse to the one on whom it was made. They would be cursed to death, and yet if they were doomed to die by the hand of the other, or kill the other by their own hand, anyone who killed them would break the prophecy," he replied calmly, "Prophecies are extremely ancient and powerful powers, Harry. The killing curse and the power of Bellatrix Lestrange are insects in comparison to the prophecy. This is why you could not die by her curse. You are destined to die only by the hands of Voldemort. That is one theory and its probability is confirmed by you surviving the killing curse yet again."
He paused, collecting his thoughts, "But then I thought that maybe the prophecy had looser guidelines. Maybe you could die by the hands of one who Voldemort controlled. I think it is possible that the reason you have survived the killing curse yet again is because of a power stored inside of you. The power I spoke of at the end of last term. I have thought it over countless times, and I have come to a revelation that magic is controlled and released by emotions. Every wizard has emotions, and so do muggles. I'm sure that in the countless years that your cousin bullied you, you got sudden second winds out of the hatred you felt and suddenly you were stronger and faster, and felt as if nothing could harm you. I believe that every wizard or witch has a certain emotion that controls their magical powers. For example, Voldemort feels only hatred, for he found some way to purge the love from his heart, so when he feels hatred, he is at his most powerful, so he is always at his very best. You on the other hand are very different. You feel power when you feel hatred and anger, but also when you feel love. "
Harry nodded. Very absorbed in what Dumbledore had to say. Dumbledore continued, "Well I believe that the reason you survived is because of the extreme emotions that you can feel, I believe that when you took the curse for Ms. Granger, you felt pure love in your heart and that love released raw magical power greater then that of the killing curse. This would explain why you survived the curse the first time, your mother left so much love behind for you, that it marked you forever with the power of love and unleashed magical power from you, your mother and your father, hence saving you and destroying Voldemort. I believe that the reason you can feel so strongly is because of what happened to you as a child. Your mother deposited so much love in you, you gained the ability to feel so much love, you would feel more than anyone else can handle. Then, after your ability to feel emotions had already been expanded beyond that of anyone else, Voldemort's curse hit you, contradicting the love with the pure and raw hatred that he felt. Then, as I have told you before, part of Voldemort was left inside your heart and soul, which is why you gain so much more power when you are angry or when you feel hatred. Which is why you have the potential to become the greatest wizard ever, greater even then Merlin. This is why I believe you have the power to defeat Voldemort. I believe that when you face him, you will feel everything. Your hatred for what he has done to your life will increase your power, as well as your love that your mother and father left behind for you and the love you have for your friends and family."
"Do you understand, Harry?" he added, looking calm.
"I think so, his brow furrowed, "Is that how I saved Tonks?"
"Yes Harry," Dumbledore smiled, happy that Harry was grasping the concept, "When you thought of Ms. Granger, you unleashed your ability to feel love, and didn't require your wand to channel magical energy. Now while it was an extremely simple spell, it is still an accomplishment never before preformed. The first time you unlocked the energy on your own, you were hospitalized for nearly a day, after performing a very simple spell, and your body must have felt so much pain." He looked at Harry sympathetically and Harry nodded, Dumbledore continued, "The second time you unlocked this power on your own, you somehow deflected a very powerful and complex spell, creating a counter curse of your own, simply blocking it with insane amounts of energy. It hasn't been more then 18 hours and you are completely fine with no pain at all. It is clear you are becoming more proficient at it. The death eaters don't realize it, but each time they attack, they will probably facilitate your progress with this newfound ability."
Harry sat up from bed and then realized something, "Professor, why didn't the aurors show up at Diagon Alley?"
Dumbledore frowned slightly, "Well, the assault on Diagon was a small part of an attack of a much larger scale. Several magical schools have been attacked, along with the Ministry. That is why I did not come to Diagon immediately. I had to defend the Ministry."
Harry looked down at the ground, "Who did we lose?" he said barely above a whisper.
"Several Aurors and ministry workers died, along with the Minister," Dumbledore replied, his voice as quiet as Harry's with all of the mourning as well, "Madame Bones has taken over the job for the time being, but she has no desire to keep the job. No one from the Order was present except…for Arthur and Molly Weasley."
Harry looked up, "No…"
"Arthur Weasley was protecting his wife. An unnamed death eater sent a curse at Molly and Arthur shielded her and took the fall," Dumbledore said, his voice cracking with emotion, "We do not know what curse hit Arthur, but he is in critical condition at St. Mungos. It is the Order's, no, my top priority to find out what the curse was." Harry felt tears leave his eyes, then he felt the hatred well inside him and the candle on his bedside suddenly lit and flared before extinguishing itself again. Voldemort had hurt the yet another parental figure in Harry's life. First his parents, then Sirius, and now Mr. Weasley.
Dumbledore stood to leave, and then turned to Harry, a single tear rolling across his weathered cheek, "Harry, do not suppress your emotions, but do control them. You will leave for Hogwarts in a week. With that said, he left the room. Harry beat the pillow with his fists until Hermione walked in.
She ran over to him and threw herself upon him, hugging the life out of him. "Oh Harry! Mr. Weasley…he's…he's gone!" She stopped and sobbed quietly when Harry soothed her. He held her close and leaned towards her ear, "I will never let you go."
They stayed together and Hermione fell asleep, clinging to Harry's chest. He stroked her hair gently. Feeling both love for her and hatred for Voldemort. He cleared his mind and fell into the eternal happiness of his dreams.
Harry's last few days at Grimmauld Place were a blur. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley did their best to suppress their extreme sadness. Ron had locked himself in his room at nights, but other then that, he maintained his average way of life: eating like a pig, making constant sarcastic comments, fighting with Hermione, and complaining constantly.
Harry and Hermione had taken to spending the nights together. Hermione was usually in tears every night. Her gentle soul couldn't take seeing people in such despair. Every night was somewhat similar.
"Oh Harry, why does life have to be so horrible? Why does he have to do such horrible things?"
Harry did not know the answer. He just held her in his arms. Soothing her gently, his voice filled with love. She would fall asleep in his arms. It was amazing how much comfort she found in his arms. They were so warm and gentle. They held her and she felt secure. She felt like she was anchored safely to the earth. It was as if pure love and warmth were charged into her through his arms.
Their last night at Grimmauld Place, though filled with the sadness of a lost family, was quite peaceful for Harry. He and Hermione sat alone by the fire. The sound of people rushing around collecting things to pack in their trunks was muffled through the closed doors. Hermione lay with her head against Harry's chest. Her arms secured firmly around his midriff. He had his hand draped across her shoulder, fiddling with her hair.
"Are you all packed for tomorrow?" she asked him gently.
"Yes, I don't know why though, I guess your rubbing off on me," he answered gently. She nudged his chest playfully.
"Don't you think I'm going to forget that comment," she said sharply yet sweetly with a hint of sarcasm.
"It was a compliment," he squeezed her closer to him. She smelled like something he could not place. But whatever it was, it smelled heavenly. He allowed the scent to fill his mind and his head drooped down on top of hers lazily.
"Harry, wake up. If you fall asleep her, you won't get up in the morning," she nudged him gently.
"As long as I'm with you, I don't mind not waking up," he replied rubbing his cheek against hers. He leaned in closer and kissed her cheek. But she leaned in too and his kiss slipped onto her lips. It was deep and fulfilling. He was just about to send his tongue into her mouth when hers intruded upon his. Surprised, he almost broke the connection, but then joined in.
She had sat up and her hands were on his chest, running up and down his abs. He moved his hands from her hair down to her waist and pulled her closer to himself. She fell backwards onto the couch and he followed, his body pressed against hers. His excitement was anything but well hidden.
She began to take off his shirt, slowly pulling it from his powerful chest. Surprised, Harry followed and pulled it off. He then moved his hand to her blouse, and undid the first button. She moaned from their enraptured kiss and he moved to the second button. She rolled over on top of him and he began undoing the third. His hands moved diligently and carefully. She moaned with pleasure and undid the fourth for him. The last two seemed to come off themselves.
That was when Ron witnessed them rolling in passion. He had come to get search for one of his books, but he luckily saw them before he said anything. He blushed and covered his eyes, backing out and closing the door silently. He locked the door with his wand and walked away.
Inside however, Hermione moaned once again as Harry's kisses slowly moved down her neck. His hands fumbled behind her back, trying to undo her strap. It snapped and fell to the floor, and Hermione pressed her bare chest against his. His erection was showing through his jeans, however loose they were.
She felt him throb against her. She removed her skirt obligingly and their kisses trailed all over. Harry was holding back, she knew it. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to or not. Realizing this, Hermione unzipped Harry's pants for him. By now, Harry was sitting on the ground, jeans half off, Hermione in his lap, in nothing but her lacy panties, her legs wrapped around his waist. Their kisses never ended.
Harry suddenly became aware of how painfully hard he was. He carefully placed his hands on her waist and stood, lifting her with him. He lifted her up against the wall, and she kept on, persisting for him to release himself. Their kisses became rougher and more sexual.
He lifted her to the couch. She removed her hands from his chest and placed them on her last remaining piece of clothing, ready to remove them. Harry pulled away.
"Hermione, I don't want this to happen if I'm forcing you to. I don't want to pressure you into doing this. This should be your-" Hermione placed a finger on his lips.
"Shh. I want to," she said, smiling and kissing him again.
"Harry, wake up!" he awoke when a pillow smacked him in the chest.
"Hmm? What?" he replied tiredly. He looked around, there was no light coming through the window. The fire was down to embers, and they glowed brightly.
"We need to get up! We need to get ready!" Hermione's tone was frantic. She struggled to put on all her clothes. Harry yawned and dragged himself off the couch. He moved to dress himself, and then they both made their way up the stairs, as quietly as they could manage.
Later on, the morning of the train ride was as hectic as ever. Ron running about packing last minute things, Ginny being frantic about her hair and her outfit. Harry and Hermione had both showered and changed (not together.)
Mrs. Weasley was cooking up a storm. Plates filled with fruit were stacked on the wooden table and sausages, eggs, bacon, kippers, toast, and marmalade stood next to them. Everyone helped themselves to whatever they wanted.
"Molly, are you trying to exhaust our food supply?" Lupin asked her sarcastically. As they finally managed to stop Mrs. Weasley from stuffing them full of food, they set off for the station. Moody, Lupin, the twins, Tonks, Kingsley, and two other aurors who had recently joined the order escorted them outside. They took ministry cars, and in no time at all, they were unloading their baggage.
"All right, I'll go in first with George, then Harry, then Tonks with Fred, then Hermione, then Lupin, then Ron, then Kingsley, then Ginny, then Will and Alex," Moody said gruffly, then proceeded to enter the enchanted platform. George followed, and then Harry casually walked through and wheeled his trolley to Moody.
Tonks and Fred came through and joined Moody, George, and Harry. Moody's eye was swiveling wildly, analyzing each and every person on the train and platform. Hermione emerged panting; she had obviously taken then barrier on at a run. Lupin came through and joined them. But then Ron came through.
He emerged through casually, until a dark bullet shot at him and grabbed him around the middle, throwing him forcefully against the wall and hugging him enthusiastically. Then Ginny emerged, pushing Ron and the girl down to the ground, her trolley tipped and they were all a tangled mess.
"Ow…Oh…Hi Luna," Ginny panted, trying to lift herself from under Ron.
"Hello Ginny," she said rather hurriedly. "So Ronald, how has your break been?"
"Not as good as this," he grinned, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss. It was fast but still very deep. He pulled away, slightly red. Luna was almost as red. And then she returned to her dreamy self and accompanied them onto the train. Tonks joined them and they made their way to the back of the train.
They finally found an empty compartment. The train shifted, and began to move.
"So Harry, how has your break been?" Luna asked dreamily.
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. Blushed and looked away. He reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers. Then he replied to Luna, "Better then ever."
Hermione blushed and kissed him on the cheek. Luna leaned her head on Ron's shoulder and took out an issue of the quibbler. She adjusted herself to a comfortable position and turned the magazine upside down so she could begin to read. Ginny and Tonks began a game of exploding snap. Harry and Hermione watched, occasionally leaning in for a kiss.
Then the compartment door slid open. Tonks looked up and jumped to her feet. "Alex! What are you doing here?" She blushed and stared at the man. He was about two inches taller then Tonks, with long black hair and deep blue eyes. His figure was refined and muscular, but he had a laid back look to him. His grin was relaxed and his face was round and slightly boyish.
"I'm the new defense against the dark arts teacher, I heard you were here so I decided to come along for the ride," he smiled at her and she smiled back. There was a long and awkward silence, which the pair spent staring at each other until Ginny coughed.
Tonks snapped back to reality, "Oh, this is Ron and Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter."
The man looked down at Harry, smiled and his eyes traveled around the compartment, making notes of the faces. "Hello everybody, I'm Alexander Dren, your new professor."
Murmurs of greetings ran across the room. He smiled and opened his mouth to say something. They never found out what he was about to say. The train shook violently. Harry and Dren whipped out their wands simultaneously. Everyone else followed suit.
Dren stuck his head out the compartment door, half way out, a red spark shot past, almost scraping his nose. He quickly withdrew his head. "Stay here," he commanded.
Harry put an arm out and stopped him. "Let me," he threw out a green cube. "Cover your eyes," Harry advised. There was a flash of light brighter then any Harry could remember. He then ran out into the hall. Two death eaters stumbled blindly, their hands grasping their eyes.
"STUPEFY! STUPEFY!" Harry shouted. They both fell motionless to the ground.
"Harry, go wait in the room with the others, Alex and I will take care of this," Tonks said.
"No, you need my help," he replied coldly.
"Harry-" she began.
"No," he replied more firmly.
Dren studied him for a moment, and then locked the compartment door. Tonks and Harry set off to the right and Dren set down the corridor to the left. The train was swarmed with death eaters. Harry and Tonks made an incredible team, Tonks blocked spells for Harry, and Harry would shoot every hex and curse he could think of at the death eaters.
"Incernio!" the icy voice of a death eater shouted.
"Protego," Tonks countered.
"STUPEFY!" Harry shouted.
The death eater fell motionless to the floor. They reached an exit and ran out onto the dirt where several aurors battled with death eaters. Tonks and Harry sent curses flying in all directions. Harry saw a 4th year trying to duel a death eater. She was doing an incredible job, but another was sneaking up behind her.
"Tonks," he shouted, pointing at the girl. Tonks ran forward and shot two curses.
Harry saw a group of death eaters approaching in the distance. He threw out a purple sphere and it melted the ground beneath them.
He assaulted a group of death eaters trying to team up on one auror.
"STUPEFY! IMPENDIMENTA! EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand with deadly precision. A death eater fell to the ground, another froze, and a third was thrown into a shrub, his wand flying in front of Harry's feet. Harry picked it up and shot another stunner at the group that was now down to three. Two death eaters went flying into the train from the force of Harry's spell. But the third made a slashing movement with his wand and muttered something under his breath.
Purple flame exploded from the tip, slicing through the air with deadly speed. Harry froze, watching his death approach. This was the curse that had hit Hermione in 5th year. Time slowed to a crawl as Harry watched the curse approach. Things were distant and he was unaware of them.
He heard a voice far away, "Locomotor! Silencio! Letum Nexus!
A piece of wood flew between Harry and the spell. The spell hit the wood and wrapped around it, engulfing it in flames of death, then the board exploded into infinitesimal pieces. As the death eater raised his wand to cast another curse, no noise came out. Then a red cone of energy flew and slammed him in the chest. His body shined with a red outline as it flew into the train with the force of a rhino. The entire car shook and there was a sickening crack as the death eater hit the solid train.
Dren ran up to him and then grabbed him by the collar and flung him to the ground as another curse flew over his head. He raised his wand and made a complex motion while muttering a long spell under his breath. His wand swung up then swished to the side, made a flick, then drew a long curl in the air ending with a sharp jab.
At first nothing happened, but then, at least a dozen death eaters were lifted by their robes into the air. They were confused by whatever the strange spell was and stopped trying to attack people, but instead shot spells at the invisible force holding them up.
Dren then disarmed and stupefied every one of them, shooting spells at a speed that seemed to rival Dumbledore's. Harry stood to his feet, but before he could thank him, a stunner hit him in the back. He saw no more.
Harry awoke. Dren was standing over him, his wand pointed at Harry's chest. Harry started to stand but Dren forced him back down just as a spell flew over his head, grazing his hair with white-hot intensity. Dren fired three more spells over his back and then helped him up, handing him his wand.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"Don't mention it," he stated, before turning on his heel and running back into the fray.
Harry turned in the other direction and began walking slowly to a battle between seven aurors and two-dozen death eaters. He had his second wind and felt ready and calm. Adrenaline rushed through him but he felt calm and ready.
"Locomotor," he said calmly, pointing his wand at a large fragment of a train door. He flicked his wand with force and the chunk of metal soared like a bullet, hitting two death eaters and pinning them to the ground.
Three death eaters turned on him and advanced towards him. They raised their wands but Harry was ready. He withdrew the green cube from his robes and hurled it forward, while simultaneously shifting to the right. It exploded into shards of light, brighter than the sun. The death eaters covered their eyes in pain.
"STUPEFY! STUPEFY! STUPEFY!" Harry shouted.
They fell to the ground and Harry advanced on the ranks of Death eaters. Two aurors had fallen but the Death Eaters stood strong. Harry racked his brain for a spell. He stunned one and the Death Eaters turned on him.
"Obliviate!" he said while pointing his wand at a death eater. The death eater lowered his wand and began walking around aimlessly. Several more Death eaters raised their wands, prepared to kill. The forgotten aurors picked up the slack.
Nine death eaters fell to stunners and the remaining nine spun around wildly. Harry took his chance.
"Petrificus Totalus! Reducto!" Harry shouted, noticing a third about to use the killing curse, "SILENCIO!" A death eater was thrown forward into the train and fell to the ground. A second wobbled clumsily before falling to the ground flat as a board. A third did his best to say something.
The aurors took out the remaining death eaters with ease. They thanked him briefly then ran out into the fray. Harry looked around. Few death eaters still stood, and aurors and students surrounded those who did. They had won.
He heard a scream. He turned towards the noise and saw at least a hundred death eaters advancing forward. He gasped. Voldemort had been recruiting. He turned to see Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Ginny emerge from the train, clutching their wands and looking around fearfully.
Hermione spotted him and shouted, "Harry-"
She stopped in mid sentence as a red spark smashed into her chest and she slumped to the ground.
"NO!!" He shouted, anger welling in his heart. He turned menacingly, wand raised. No one noticed, but his eyes changed from emerald to forest green very quickly. He felt hatred well inside him, bubbling from deep in his chest. It would overcome his judgment soon. He saw hundreds of stunners flying towards him and the area around him. Ron hurled Luna and Ginny inside the train just before a stunner hit him in the arm, closely followed by one in the chest, one in the leg, and one in the neck. He slumped to the ground.
Aurors and students around him fell to the spells, only a few managing to dodge, hide, or reflect the spells. A stunner hit Harry in the chest. He felt no pain. He stood straight and continued to advance. A second hit him in the stomach and he stumbled. He roared in fury and fought the urge to give up. He was less then twenty yards away from the army of death eaters now.
A stunner hit his arm and he spun slightly to the left, but fought it and kept advancing. He shot two stunners and three death eaters fell to the ground. Yet another stunner hit his chest just above his heart. The wind was knocked out of Harry and he fell to his knees.
He fought collapse and stood again, firing two more stunners. They both hit the same death eater and he was thrown back into his comrades. He continued to advance. He was less then 10 yards away now. The death eaters noticed him.
Three stunners shot at him. He ducked and two flew over him, but the third hit his shoulder. He nearly fell to the ground, but struggled and stood again. More death eaters took notice and some backed away nervously, firing stunners. Harry moved like fluid to avoid them, nearly loosing his footing. He stumbled.
They took their chance and five stunners shot at him, three hit him in the chest, one missed, and the fifth nailed his forehead. His head shot back and his neck bent nearly to the breaking point. He was thrown bodily backwards three feet, landing on his back.
He was dazed. He felt like quitting. Then he remembered Hermione. Power shot through him and he flailed his arm around to his side, forcing him up onto all fours. His body screamed in protest, but his mind screamed back. He hoisted him self up to his knees and another stunner hit him in the chest.
He was overwhelmed. His body screamed out in unimaginable pain. His stomach was churning around his insides. His heart was lodged in his throat along with the rest of his entrails. His body slacked and fell backwards. Hermione filled his thoughts.
A fourth wind overcame Harry. His arm stopped his fall and his heart filled with emotions. He felt love for Hermione. He felt hatred for Voldemort and his Death eaters. He remembered his time with Hermione. The curse that nearly killed her. The person who cast it. Dolohov flashed in his mind. He remembered Dolohov's master. Voldemort's snake-like face filled his thoughts. He remembered his brief duel with Voldemort. He remembered the spell that had saved his life. Emotions filled his heart and he felt strengthened beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
During his revelations, he did not notice the eight stunners flying towards him at alarming speed.
His mind's resistance silenced his body's screams of complaints and protests. His vision blurred and sound no longer came to him. He felt nothing but his love for his friends and his hatred for Voldemort. He raised his arm.
"EXPELIARMUS!!!!" He shouted. Pointing his wand at the crowd of hooded figures, his anger and love exploded through the spell. He poured his heart and soul out through his wand and the results were devastating.
White energy poured out through the tip of Harry's wand. It was flowing and fast, large and powerful. It was…Lightning. It traveled through the air, speeding to its target with deadly accuracy.
It made contact. The death eaters in the front ranks received the brunt of the blast. Their arms shot out sideways and their heads shot backwards, peering out to the heavens. Their bodies shined white and their eyes rolled into their heads. They were shot back into their comrades and they fell, unable to even twitch in pain.
Half of the death eaters fell to Harry's spell. Harry turned his head to hear loud cracking noises from all over. They were saved. The reinforcements were here. They charged the remaining death eaters, outnumbering them ten to one. Then the last stunners made contact. They hit Harry fully in the chest and he was thrown onto his back. He saw the beauty of the sky until his body made its final protest and he collapsed. No longer able to resist total shutdown.
His eyes closed and he saw no more.
A/N: Ok, so that thing about a new death eater, decided not to go through with it, didn't want to. Harry isn't dead. He is just unconscious…forever! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Next chapter: Harry awakes, and the real training with Tonks begins. Losses are accounted for, and, someone is missing. Harry tries to push Hermione away as he slips further into darkness. Also, what is going on between Dren and Tonks?
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