A/N. This is the last chapter of Predator, but the story is far from over. I'll be uploading Predator Black Rage on Tuesday depending on how fast my beta is. If you have any questions so far ask them in a review and/or email me. Thank you all for reading and reviewing, enjoy the chapter.
Hunt
Hermione admired Harry as he changed on the morning of Halloween. "Harry." She asked, her tone curious.
"Ya?" He replied putting on a white shirt.
"What are the different kinds of Predators out there?"
"Heavy, Assault, Medium and Light" He continued when he noticed she wanted to know more. "Do you know boxing?"
"Not really, but what has that got to do with it?"
"Have you ever seen it?"
"Yes a couple times, my dad watches it."
"Well in boxing there are several weight classes, quite a few in total actually but most can be narrowed down to four broad categories. There are super heavy weights, heavy, medium and lights. When a couple of super heavies are fighting they don't hit each other that much, they are big tough and very strong, they move around each other and each hit is precisely calculated and measured. Why? Because when they do hit, they hit with well over two hundred pounds of force, no body will stand up to many of those kinds of hits. On the other end of the spectrum you have the light weights who run around and pummel each other, throwing in hit after hit in rapid succession. Heavy weights will hit each other more often then the supers, but still not as much as lights. And mediums, well you get the idea."
"Okay…but that doesn't really make sense. You're not really slow, so how can you compare yourself to an assault? And if you can't do that then you can't really compare one class to another."
"That's because I was giving you the general idea of the classes compared to each other. In Predator terms the class variations have a lot to do with the training and equipment that the individual decides to use. I'll give you a run down of what the three of us use so that you'll get a better idea. Homer is a sharp shooter; he'll usually hit what he wants from a distance using modified versions of the spear gun. When he does get in close he is an expert with the combi-stick. He moves very very fast, doesn't do much relative damage with each hit but puts out tons of them. Homer goes into battle with pretty much no armor on, shoulder pads, mesh shirt, pants and that's pretty much it, and an environment suit if he needs it.
Assault predators would go out with full body armor, but since I'm not a Yautja I have power armor. It's a fully enclosing suit with power bundles running throughout the suit increasing my speed and strength. The suit puts me on par with the Yautja and allows me to compete with them. As for weaponry Assault predators hit hard and quiet fast, two pairs of extra long wrist blades ensure that the job gets done, and a trial barrel plasma caster gives me plenty of fire from long range.
Heavy predators are tanks. They are big, very tough, very strong, but not very fast. Raj has a giant sword and mace that are as tall as me from tip to tip. Their weight distribution is balanced specifically for him, he won't swing either around that much, but each swing is gonna do something nasty. Homer made a one of a kind plasma caster for him for his birthday, won't find anything like it anywhere else. It's big, and is the equivalent of a missile launcher, he won't fire it much, but when he does…things go boom.
We use different weapons when we feel like it, but the ones I've mentioned are our trademarks, the ones that we've perfected. So does that clear things up for you?"
Hermione found it funny how Harry talked with his hands, going so far as to unintentionally extend his blades when he was talking. "What about the medium?" She asked.
"They use whatever they prefer and are a mix of the three I've explained to you, because of the versatility they account for up to about half of the predators out there."
"Interesting." Hermione said, satisfied that her small quest for knowledge was complete.
"Are you completely sure this is a good idea?" Homer asked concerned. When Harry had told a select group of people; including himself, about his plan to kill Voldemort. It sounded okay, but with show time fast approaching, Homer was having second thoughts.
"Yes I am." Harry replied, his tone firm and unmoving.
"What if he finds out about what it really is? What if he lets it out and sets it loose. Someone will die, and there are millions of ways that this plan can go wrong. If that thing gets out in the castle someone will die. It could be you, it could be Hermione, or even one of us. What if it found a creature, one of those giant spiders for example? Who knows what will come out of it."
"We'll have a tracker on it the whole time. If it moves when its not supposed to it dies. Besides, your teacher is smart, I'm sure that she can lock it properly." Raj said confidently.
"But if something happens…"
"Calm down Homer nothing will happen." Harry said striding out of the small and very secure room that had been allotted to the three of them.
"So you are sure that they do not know about the coming attack?" A cold and utterly evil voice asked.
"Yes my Lord. I am positive." The small death eater replied, not daring to look in his master's eyes.
"Now tell me, what is this thing you have found?" Voldemort's pale face was wrought with curiosity.
"It is a black canister, locked magically I presume. About an arms length tall, and maybe a half as wide." The minion replied.
"Did you see what is in it?"
"No. But Potter told me that it is instrumental in defeating us."
"Is it now…" Voldemort laughed sending cold chills down the boy's back. "I want you to bring it to me when we attack."
"Yes my Lord. It shall be done." The figure rose, bowing once before hurriedly leaving the chamber."
Lightning danced overhead in the heavy black clouds, the air tingled with the electricity as a strong cold wind carried a deep fog from the lake. The three warriors stood on top of the astronomy tower in silence, clearing their minds and souls of thought and worry. The meditation relaxed each individual; they were in harmony with nature, the universe, their weapons, and themselves. They had no fear for they were fear incarnate.
"It will finally be over in a few hours." The shortest one said. He was clad in a dark gray fully enclosing power suit, a green glow emanating from the helmets lenses.
The tallest and biggest one nodded. Covered in heavy dark gray armor he seemed like a walking tank. His arms rested on a giant sword, the tip cutting into the hard rock below.
"They are here." The third said, reading data coming into his light helmet. Unlike the other two warriors he had little armor, tough leather mostly, except for select areas that were covered in light pads. "So what are we waiting for? Lets give them a welcome no one will ever forget."
The three Predators sprinted down the roof of Hogwarts, leaping, jumping, and sprinting across with unrestrained power and elegance. An army waited in the nearby woods, too bad for the enemy they were each an army in themselves.
An army of death eaters, trolls, and other grotesque creatures moved as quietly as an army could through the forest, having not the slightest of clues that they were being hunted.
Upon reaching the forests edge Harry, Raj and Homer separated, each taking a different flank. Homer would take the left side, sniping off any stragglers; Raj would head up on the right flank where the trolls were lumbering forward, while Harry would make his way into the middle of the army. Once in position they would being to pick off select targets one by one, going undetected for as long as possible, once they were noticed a full on melee would ensue. Harry would drop down into the middle from above, after throwing some plasma grenades and firing off a few rounds with his cannon. Raj and Homer would do like the same things, creating mass confusion and cross fire. Since they were immune to any spells not of physical nature they would be fine from the cross fire themselves.
Spine tingling a death eater looked up at the trees, he felt as if he were being watched and studied, he thought he saw something on one of the braches but quickly dismissed it. There was nothing there, looking around he wondered where his six buddies were, a moment ago they were right behind him. Stopping for a second to look around again he didn't notice a near invisible metal noose come around his neck and yank him up. The rope cut through his throat, making any sounds a hushed wet gurgle.
Gromp stomped through the forest, wanting nothing more then to crack some heads open, his giant axe held ready in his massive hands. Suddenly something grabbed his head and twisted sharply. Darkness. The massive body was gently propped against a tree; long knife like nails stapling the arms and parts of the body to it.
Gliding between the dementors Harry attached small yet powerful specially designed plasma explosives to their foul black capes, distributing his remaining bombs amongst the death eaters. The plasma contained some special magnet thingy that Harry didn't understand, Homer said told him to just stay away when the bombs went boom.
Before their presence was even know four trolls and almost a dozen death eaters were dead. "I'm ready." Harry announced walking in between the death eaters, making sure to stay away from the ones he had given gifts to.
"I've got them lined up in my scope." Homer replied.
A searing blue plasma explosion gave Raj's answer, his cloaking device turning itself off when the blast was fired. A hazy bluish gray smoke drifted upwards lazily from his should mounted cannon as it compacted itself on his back. Roaring he unsheathed his giant sword and leaped at the nearest troll, the blade cutting from head to toes right down the middle of the troll's side.
Not wasting a second Harry detonated all thirty-five bombs simultaneously, killing every dementor, a few death eaters and burning others horribly. Uncloaking in the middle of a bewildered group of death eaters he extended his wrist blades to their full length, the lighting overhead gleaming off the polished metal. With primal fury Harry unleashed himself upon the group, his blades a blur of silver and red as he slaughtered with unnerving efficiency.
A spear slammed into a tree, three heads impaled upon its length, one of the eyes twitched, the brain still not registering it was dead. Small deadly spears flew through the air, each one finding its mark perfectly, traveling just as easily through tissue as air.
Panic, confusion, and fear drowned Voldemorts army like a raging sea. Death eaters began firing wildly at everything around them, creating a lethal cross fire that killed scores of fellow dark brethren. The trolls tried fighting back, swinging randomly at anything that moved as Raj cleaved his way through their ranks. One troll ran into the frantic death eaters, the barbed chains and maces seared into its body ripped, stabbed and pulverized flesh, bones and sinew in an orgy of blood and gore.
Then just as predicted the package moved, and so did Harry. "Finish them off." Harry commanded, butchering his way off into the forest.
Braxton Bronx ran as fast as he could across Hogwarts grounds, carrying a black metal canister in his arms. For a second he thought he felt something move inside, but instantly dismissed the notion as he ran towards a portkey that awaited him in the forest. Just before he was warped to directly to Voldemorts lair an invisible Harry ran up and touched the portkey, transporting them both.
"Braxton Bronx, my most faithful you servant." Voldemort greeted. "You will make a fine general one day. I promise you that if you continue in your service you will find that I can be very generous."
Harry silently withdrew into the shadows.
Bronx dropped the dirty shoe that had been the portkey. In his excitement he did not notice the blood on it from where Harry had touched it. "Here you are my Lord." Bronx offered the canister.
Getting up from his throne Voldemort took the rather heavy canister and set it down on the floor. After muttering a few quick unlocking spells the lid opened and the metallic sides fell away on tiny hinges. The item resembled an egg, with four slits on the top. It was made from a brownish organic material, covered in thick warm slime. Slowly the four slits on the top parted with a wet smucker, Voldemort looked at it from the top. A pale white crab like creature slithered inside, working its finger like tentacles it made its way to the top of its egg. With an explosion of movement is sprung onto Voldemorts face, tentacles wrapping around Voldemorts head as its long thin tale wrapped around his neck. A pink tube pushed itself down his throat and injected a chemical that caused Voldemort to collapse to the floor.
Bronx stared at his master as he dropped unconscious to the floor. Not knowing what to do or to say. Harry's cloaking device crackled around his body, the sparks of electricity accentuating the blood and gore, making him look like a daemon from hell. Then Braxton Bronx knew. His last thought was "I am not the Predator nor am I the Prey. I am the bait."
Hermione was worried about Harry; he wasn't at the dance and hadn't told her anything. Her only source of comfort was that Raj and Homer were not there as well; she knew that the three of them could take care of nearly anything. Panicking screams erupted around the room, starting near the entrance. As people clambered away Hermione saw what it was scared everyone. Three dark, gore-smattered daemons walked into the room, fresh blood gleaming from their dark gray armor, visors glowing a deadly green and red. Even though she knew she was perfectly safe Hermione couldn't help but feel a deathly chill run down her spine. She understood why Harry was not scared of anything, he was hell incarnate, death's avatar, the only thing he was scared of was fear itself.
Ripping off his helmet Harry kissed Hermione passionately, whisper one thing that made all her worries disappear. "Its over."
During the night aurors managed to round up a good hundred death eaters, including Voldemort, and locked them up in a house out in the middle of a desert. Most of the death eaters had been turned into gibbering idiots, all of them screaming hysterically once they saw the unconscious form of their master. Moments after the aurors had left a Yautja ship picked up them up; they would be used for the next blooding that was to commence in a few days time on a totally different planet.
It didn't have any conscious thought until it was fully grown, growing out of Voldemorts body instead of breaking out. It was taken care of by its servants the whole time, until the third day when it awoke. At first he couldn't remember what had happened, and then it all came flooding back. Sending the attack, Bronx, the canister and egg…and now…He stood up, his monstrous size dwarfing the servants around him. He took a few steps, testing his new body, and then he smiled, or rather what amounted to one. "Potter…Thank you." He was one of a kind. Sentient, a male, and he was the Emperor of an entire race that was born to survive and kill. His mind linked with the Empress, some how he could tell how far away she was, where she was and where all of their kind was. Knowledge gained by the Empress and their race passed into him, and he smiled again. The Emperor clenched his massive clawed hands, psychic energy amplified by his deep well of dark magical power crackling around him in dark almost black purple lightning.
He had more power then he could ever have imagined in his weak pathetic human form.
The being that was once known as Voldemort roared in a black rage, shaking the walls of the pyramid with tremendous force. He would bring the universe to its knees…Let the galaxy BURN! He screamed through the hive mind.