Here comes the third chapter! Alright…this is the chapter for all you action freaks here. It contains a small taste of the action that is to come so…I hope you enjoy it…
Once more I am not JK Rowling…though from looking at me you can notice that…I bet she doesn't have facial hair…
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Uncle Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley, upon hearing the seemingly undead voice come out of Harry's mouth, had all accepted that there was something deeply wrong with the boy they had raised from a baby (apart from him being magical) and decided that the best course of action to fix this problem was to run around the house screaming and smashing into stationary objects. Harry, on the other hand, being the wisest of the people present, decided the best course of action was to confront this disembodied entity.
"Get…out…of…my…head!" shouted Harry as he stumbled across his room, grasping his head.
"Why? We have not heard from each other for so long. I thought perhaps you wanted to see me again…now that your precious love magic has worn off…what do you say?" said the disembodied voice in a cold, malevolent hiss. Harry steadied himself against the nauseous feeling that was overcoming him because of having another person inside of him.
"I don't want you near me! Get away or I'll have to hurt you!" shouted Harry, his face scrunched up in pain.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! What are you going to do Potter? Run to your precious friends? They have already been taken care of…there is no place to hide now! You will be forced to face me or die!!!" the voice hissed and sounded as if it was about to vomit as it cackled in a fit of spine-tingling laughter.
Harry froze. He just stood there, thinking on what the disembodied voice had just said…friends…they have already been taken care of. It was impossible, Hermione had just sent him a letter two days ago…the letter. The sudden realization hit him. The letter that Hermione had sent him had been intercepted by the Death Eaters and tracked back to the Burrow and to #4 Privet Drive. He had gone to the Burrow and killed everyone there and now he was getting ready to attack Harry's current location.
"Ahhhhhhh but of course…you have figured it out," hissed the cold, snake-like voice, "I used that silly letter that your dear friend sent to you to track you both! After I eliminated your friends, I decided to come after you because now you are…alone."
Harry painstakingly opened both his eyes and looked towards the desk where he kept all of his muggle writing tools. There he saw the same pencil he had seen two days ago and next to it was still poised the other pencil, strong and steadfast; it hadn't moved since he had gotten the letter.
He slowly straitened himself up and, with newfound strength, began to talk, "You're right…I am alone…" he stopped and clenched his fists, "BUT THAT HASN'T STOPPED ME YET!!!"
He summoned up all of his power and let out a powerful scream. The scream seemed to amplify tenfold because he wasn't the only one screaming, the disembodied voice was apparently in an immeasurable amount of pain.
"G…E…T…O…U…T!!!" he screamed one final time in a burst of yellow light. The hissing of the cold voice was spread all across the room in the explosion and then, crackled and disappeared.
Harry fell, panting, on his knees. Sweat drenched his body and the exhaustion of using that much power was taking its toll. Fighting it, he stood up and said, firm and strong, "Accio wand!" His wand lifted up off of the floor and flew to his hand. He looked around his room one more time and rushed out of the door. Pig, having been awakened by the mess and huddled up in Harry's bed sheets, decided it was time to leave and squeezed his tiny body through a crevice between the window and the windowsill and flew towards the night sky.
Uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia, and Dudley had been executing their original plan flawlessly the whole time that Harry had been speaking with the disembodied voice and had already knocked down half of their possessions by the time Harry bounded down the stairs.
"Stop acting like idiots and follow me!" screamed Harry as he pointed his wand at each one of them. They immediately responded and stood behind him, too afraid to do otherwise. He ran to the door with them following quickly behind and grasped the door handle. He looked back at them and said, "No matter what is outside, follow my orders and stick together." He looked at the three of them and all he got back, instead of nods of assent, were nervous twitches of their heads and unintelligible mumbles.
He twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open to reveal a transformed exterior of the house. The front lawn's grass was frozen and dead, making it look like an alien landscape on Earth. The sky was dark, not because it was midnight, but because it was devoid of stars and the moon (Dudley started jittering when he saw this, as he remembered the occurrences of the night two years ago) and nothing at more than arm's length could be seen.
Harry looked around, shaken, as he realized what was happening. They are attacking…NOW! He thought as he tried to look around him for any sign of life. He found none, instead, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach; he felt as if the whole world was filled with pain and misery, as if he was destroyed on the inside, as if he would never be happy again.
Oh no…he thought as he fought back the fear in the pit of his stomach…they're here. He immediately jumped back into the house, quickly followed by his three followers. He spun around and stared at Dudley, "They're back Dudley, the Dementors, they're back…"
Dudley shakily nodded and tried to say something but his voice failed him. Harry then turned to face the three of them and in a forceful but calm voice said, "I need all of you to not be afraid," he stopped and looked at the three of them again-they were petrified with fear, "Dementors…they can…they force your worst memories to relive themselves in your mind and can drive you crazy like this." He stopped again and looked at the door for any sign of movement from the outside; there was none.
"There isn't much time…I need you guys to promise me that you'll think happy thoughts…no matter how many bad things you remember, THINK HAPPY." He swung around and walked to the door. He peered outside one more time before he closed the door, pointed his wand at it, and whispered, "Colloportus," with an odd noise, the door locked itself and was jammed.
He walked back towards his foster family and said, "That ought to buy us a little more ti-" but before he could finish his sentence explosions were heard outside and the whole house trembled. Harry swung his head back to fix his gaze at the door.
Raspy, cold voices were heard all around the house now and, suddenly, three of four of them shouted in unison, "REDUCTO!" Immediately, the door, along with the whole section of the house that was connected to the door, exploded into shrapnel. This left a huge gaping hole in the house which, strangely, didn't wake up anybody outside. Through the hole, nothing could be seen-it was all pitch-black.
Softly, wisps of smoke-like fabric began to melt into existence from the darkness and float a couple of inches off of the floor. Harry's eyes widened; it had been such a long time since he had seen a Dementor and now he remembered the awful feeling that enveloped him. The tattered fabric covering the Dementor would stick to its body with every motion, revealing a skeletal form as it floated towards Harry.
Uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia, and Dudley could not see it, but they could certainly feel it-they were huddled together, trembling. Harry held his wand in his clenched fist and raised it to point at the Dementor.
"Expecto Patronum!" he shouted as he took a strong step towards the assailant. Immediately, in a puff of white smoke and light, a powerful stag erupted out of the tip of his wand and landed in front of him. The Dementor stopped its movements and eerily tilted its head as it took in a deep, rasping breath.
"I'm…not…afraid…of…you…" said Harry in-between clenched teeth. "GET HIM!" he pointed his wand at the Dementor and, immediately, the stag ran at it and hit it head-on with its horns. The black figure was knocked out of the house, along with another section of wall that had been left standing, as the stag ran after it.
Harry walked out of the house and stood where the porch used to be and kept on directing the glowing stag with his wand. He could not see anything more than 3 feet around him so he said "Lumos" as he kept his eye on his stag chasing the invisible Dementor. Immediately, his wand tip ignited in bright light and he paled-by the light from his wand.
"Get the boy!" shouted Bellatrix and, upon command, all of the Dementors turned towards Harry. He stared back to where his stag was and, to his horror, saw it melting away as he was enveloped in a feeling of pure dread. He turned and began running into the house, but as he did so, the death eaters in the front shouted in unison, "Stupefy!"
Five waves of red shot out of their wand tips and headed strait for him. "Protego!" shouted Harry and all of the spells were deflected from their imminent course with his body.
He slid down to where the three frightened forms of his foster family were and looked at them strait in the eyes. They were all shivering; aunt Petunia was crying on Dudley's shoulder and Uncle Vernon was purple with fright and rage at the intruders.
"LOOK AT THE HELL YOU HAVE BROUGHT ON US!!! YOUR TYPE OF PEOPLE!!! LOUSY BOY!!! WE SHOULD'VE NEVER AGREED TO TAKE YOU IN!!! WE SHOULD'VE DENIED YOU OUR HOME WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!!!" Uncle Vernon finished spewing out his rage on Harry and just stood there, panting.
Harry hadn't changed the expression he had when his uncle had started screaming at him; when he was finished, Harry just sighed at and looked down. "You know…you're right. I do cause pain and misfortune wherever I go. This is why today, as soon as I came of age, I was going to leave this house and remove the burden that you had been dealing with for these past 17 years."
He looked back up and saw that, in each of their eyes, pity for Harry had arisen-something that he had never seen before.
"Until that time comes, though, I need you guys to bear with me and help me out here because we all might very well die today…" The three of them just looked on in awe of this new Harry they were just getting to know.
He motioned them to stand up and hold hands. They did so and, trembling, stood behind Harry. He closed his eyes and grasped his wand with both hands as he raised it to aim at the wave of Dementors that were falling upon them.
As he locked his eyes shut, he began to fight off the sad thoughts and painful memories and they became moments of joy: his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, his first ride on a broom, Ron and…her.
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, his eyes opened wide, emanating white light. His eyes were fogged up but he could see everything clearly and he pointed his wand at the onslaught of Dementors and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A couple of seconds passed while Harry was with his wand pointing upwards and with his eyes shining in white and nothing happened. The Death Eaters looking on began to chuckle, but the laughing was short lived as Harry's wand started shooting silver streaks of light at the sky. They rose up higher than the house and then descended into the shape of a beautiful silver stag. The Dementors all froze as this was unfolding and began backing away slowly.
"GET THEM!!!" shouted Harry and his stag ran straight into the horde of creatures. Dozens were knocked to oblivion in the first blow and dozens more were blown away as the stag charged back.
More than half had been decimated and Harry was directing his stag towards some of the last ones. The stag galloped towards this pack of Dementors and with a blow from its powerful silvery antlers, the pack was destroyed. There were only two left now and Harry pointed the wand at them to finish it.
"Get them and end this now!!!" shouted Harry as he pointed his wand at the remaining two Dementors. The stag was getting closer to them as it galloped, but suddenly, it disintegrated into silvery lines and then disappeared.
Aunt petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley stood perplexed at why the magnificent show had ended until the screams of pain coming from Harry were heard over the hoarse breathing of the Dementors and the screams of panic from the Death Eaters.
"Crucio!" shouted Snape as he advanced through the porch towards Harry, wand in the air. Harry writhed in pain on the floor; his nerves were on fire; his whole body was ablaze; every inch of his body felt as if it had been stabbed with burning-hot knives.
He twitched and convulsed on the floor as Snape continued to say "Crucio!" Three more Death Eaters noticed that Harry was down and hurried to help Snape carry out his business while Voldemort, being the only one who had the full obedience of the Dementors, was rallying them up.
An echo of "Crucio!" was heard as the three advancing Death Eaters raised their wands at the three people behind Harry. Immediately, they assumed their positions next to Harry-screaming and writhing in pain. Snape kneeled beside Harry as he pushed his wand almost to Harry's forehead and stared at him in disgust.
"You pathetic little boy! This is what happens when you cross the Dark Lord. This is what happens when you don't give up when you have the chance. This is what happens when you just…don't…die…" His lip curled as a bead of sweat dripped down his hook-shaped nose. "What do you have to say to that…Mr. Potter?" He released his wand from Harry's forehead and Harry gasped for breath. He looked up at his assailant and looked beside him at his foster family being tortured.
"You have no idea…" he began to try and stand up to be able to give the ending of his sentence more force, but was interrupted when Snape pointed his wand at Harry's forehead again.
"I know you perform bizarre forms of magic when you are about to die…lets see how much you can take before it happens…" With that statement, he began moving his wand down Harry's face, down his neck, to come to rest at his heart.
He felt the pain growing with each passing moment and when it reached his heart, the pain was unbearable. Snape chuckled and shouted with all his might, "CRUCIO!"
The difference between a regular curse and one with feeling behind it was something Harry had studied and, thanks to Voldemort, been a part of; never had he been subjected to one.
He began convulsing as every muscle in his body spasmed. Foam started erupting out of his mouth and his eyes went wild.
"Come on Potter! You can do better than that!" said Snape as he pumped more and more of the curse down Harry's body.
The Dursley's were not being subjected to as much pain as Harry, but it was still more than they wanted. They were also writhing in the floor and hopping convulsively.
Dudley was crying, uncle Vernon had his face scrunched up and was purple (probably because of lack of breath since the curse was being aimed at his throat), but aunt Peunia was not fighting the curse; her face looked calm and serene-almost dead. Her head rolled as if it had no bones in it and her whole body resembled an earthworm trying to move.
Finally, in a vain attempt to move, she tilted her head and her eyes met Harry. A flash of light caught Harry's eyes as he looked into hers. The curse seemed to be distant and he could barely feel it. Suddenly, Petunia scrunched up her face and Harry saw himself flying through her eyes.
What is going on?! Thought Harry as he started seeing lights flash all around him. He suddenly flew straight into a wall of black and landed on hard floor. He slowly felt around him as he kept his ears listening for any enemies in the vicinity.
Realizing that no imminent danger was to come from his surroundings, he slowly and painfully rose to his feet. He started to turn but was cut short by a voice from behind him that said, "Don't move! I got you!"
Harry froze, this was it. He had escaped Snape but landed in the clutches of an unknown person.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened…where am I? how did I get here? I'm sorry for intruding bu-" Harry was cut short by a loud voice that said, "Oh no! You got me! AAAAAAAAAA!"
He quickly turned to aid the voice that seemed to have been hurt. He froze as he laid eyes upon the person who was saying all of the things he had previously heard. The man was bending down and facing something that was out of Harry's view.
He had raven-black hair that was jutting out in different directions and gave the appearance of untidiness. The man reared to his full height and turned his head towards Harry's location and Harry's eyes met the strangers. Harry's lip twitched as he paled and out of his mouth escaped the words, "Dad?"
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Hope you all enjoyed my little present in that cliffie…next chapter all will be explained so don't worry if you didn't understand very well what happened…if you want a hint…re-read what Snape said about Harry and what he does when he is in life threatening situations…
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