62Friendship
The Meeting (Part 1)
Friendships are made at the strangest time and with the strangest people and things. Harry/Tonks. Harry finds out some things about himself, and Tonks learns more about Harry. Post OoTP
The Death Eater was becoming impatient, but Harry needed him to wait a little bit longer. A zooming object was flying towards Harry and the Death Eater. And with a WHAM it struck.
Harry stepped out of the way as the rapidly approaching, what he discovered was a box rammed into the back of the Death Eater's head. The eyes of the Death Eater rolled back into his or her head as they sunk to the ground. The box froze in midair and then flew into Harry's still out-stretched hand with ease. Harry clutched the box and quickly levitated the knocked-out Death Eater to the nearest dark alley.
After checking to see if anyone could see him, it was still daylight whether or not one could tell in Knockturn Alley, Harry pulled off his own clothes. When he was left undressed he closed his eyes and went into a meditated trance in the filthy alley.
This was not his average meditation. He was not closing his mind off from the world, a mental invasion from Voldemort, or was he focusing on anything external. What he was focusing on needed neither calmness nor anything around him.
He was concentrating on 'calling'. It was a usual daily act of bring his inner-being to the outside world, and more usually, it was an act of going into his inner chamber/corridor and sorting out a problem. Something he had not done since he had begun training himself in the art of Wandless Magic. Sometimes it was a simple yet, unendurable, procedure of finding his inner-being and calming it, instead of bringing himself into the corridor. Though, because of some deep internal conflicts between him and his inner-self, after he had reached an average level of safe and accurate knowledge of Wandless Magic, he stopped doing it regularly.
He was calling his inner-self once more. Though, the first time his inner-being had 'called' him. It was not a complicated thing to do since he just got from communicating with his inner-being. After much seeking he found it. Instead of focusing on calming it, as he usually did, he trapped it.
There was very a good reason for doing so. In order to release the essence from his body, as that was his initial plan, it had to be trapped, isolated from the rest of the mind, and then he must take an Exorcist potion. Harry could not carry out his plan without that potion. He quickly snapped out of the Meditation State, opened the box that was clutched in his hand and pulled a red-colored potion. Without wasting, Harry immediately swallowed the potion. After wincing from the taste of it, Harry cast a silencing charm on the alley and two more on himself.
He did that not a moment too soon. For as soon as the last silencing spell was in place, Harry felt a jolt from his mind. He cast one Notice-Me-Not enchantment on the alley. He felt another jolt. This one was fiercer than the last. A small headache was developing. Harry began moaning. Harry wished he had brought a Headache-Relieving potion. The headache increased but Harry knew he must hold on till the third pull or the consequences could be dire.
A shift in the wind caused Harry to shudder for a moment. An Exothermal Potion for his naked body could have been helpful. After getting those negative thoughts out of his head he concentrated once more. He saw black so thick you could cut it. Then they came. Memories, Ideas, all evil, came back to him. They weren't his though. They were Voldemort's. He saw Voldemort's childhood, if you could call it that. To Harry, it seemed that the memories were of some sort of horror film. Harry saw the frightened boy growing up in a foster house where he was treated like dirt. He saw a shadowy figure but ignored it. The way in which those at the foster house treated the young Riddle bordered, and even surpassed, the way the Dursleys treated Harry.
To say that Harry felt nothing but sympathy for the young boy was an understatement. He felt like crying for Voldemort. No, he wasn't Voldemort yet. Tom. Harry felt sorry for Tom. He felt something trying to free itself from his mental grasp. He quickly reinforced his wards around the essence, his headache increased from the mental activity. The seeping stopped so Harry went on with viewing Voldemort's childhood.
Harry saw Tom receive beatings for being abnormal. He grew his hair once; he changed one of his eyes' colors in front of the dean of his foster home. He was beat by both the school administration and the muggle kids. Harry winced as felt Tom's anger. It seemed insurmountable. So this is what formed his hatred for muggles, Harry thought to himself.
As if to confirm this, a scene flew through his mind of several older boys holding a girl down and raping her. Harry saw that Tom was made to watch this, yet, he did not join in with the cheering others. He was being held and forced to watched this. Harry saw how he struggled against the boys with a tear running down his face. Harry watched with disgust at how the administration of the foster home passed the scene without sparing a glance at the begging and screaming girl. After what seemed like hours, the boys finished their business and left the girl there to cry on the ground with Tom.
Harry felt something special about this girl. When he looked into the scene farther, he saw her reddening, rosy eyes. In all ways, she seemed to be a feminine version of Tom; she was small, same age and height. Like a twin sister. This shocked Harry. Voldemort had a sister! I wonder what happened to her.
Once more, as if to give Harry information, the scene changed. Harry saw the girl being taking away from a crying Tom and being pushed into a shining black car. Without warning, the scene changed once more. The next scene was much different that the first. Harry saw Tom in a hospital room. He must have been either fifteen or sixteen. Harry could see distinctive resemblance between this Tom Riddle and the one in the Chamber of Secrets. There was a girl on the bed. She seemed to be pregnant and in labor. Without having to look closer at the girl Harry knew who she was. The sister.
The scene swirled and Harry saw Tom sitting in a room at the hospital. A doctor came in frowning. He looked down upon Tom as though Tom had done something wrong. The doctor spoke but Harry could not hear what was being said.
Can I hear what was being said, Harry asked hesitantly. The memories obliged.
"Mr. Riddle, I have some rather sad news for you." The doctor said in a very snappish voice.
"What is it? Is something wrong with my sister?" Tom answered. Harry could see the innocence and fear in his eyes.
"Yes, there was a malfunction in the birth canal causing…"
"Is Sara, my sister, okay?" Tom said interrupting the doctor. The doctor hissed.
"Your sister did not make it." The doctor turned but was dead before he got to the door. Tom's wand was in his hand. The green light's glow lingered in the room. Harry felt Tom's emotions in a great extent. There was sadness beyond belief, then there was anger. The magnitude of the anger was unimaginable. Harry felt a scene change and almost cried at the similarities between himself and Riddle. He too had used an Unforgivable when a loved one had been killed.
Harry found himself looking on at the dinner table of an apparently wealthy family. A door to the left of Harry flew open. In stormed Tom. His wand was out, his red eyes blazing like red rubies on fire.
"YOU." He said to the boy at the table who could not have been more than two years older than he was. Sparks flew from his outstretched wand.
"Who are you and how did you get in… How could this be?" A man who looked amazingly like Tom said standing up. He was looking at Tom and subconsciously ignoring the wand pointed at his son.
"Yes, I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle, your son. But that is not why I'm here." He turned his wand back onto the boy. "My sister is dead because of you." The mother opened her mouth, only to find she could not speak nor move. "Don't mess with a wizard." Tom said after hissing a curse at her. Harry heard and understood the spell as a Parseltongue Freezing Curse.
"There must be some misunderstanding." The older Tom said. His eyes announcing his fear while his voice hid it. His wife looked at him in a weird way. Harry recognized it as suspicious and calculating.
"Oh no, there was no misunderstanding. It's no secret what he did to my sister a few months ago." Harry heard a hissing noise and realized it was coming from Tom. With a flash of green light the three Riddles were dead. Harry felt something seeping from his mind at the moment; he had his shields up in a flash. Again triggering that obnoxious headache and causing him to scream a silent scream.
Harry knew what was going on. He knew he must hold on till the third jolt. It was part of the Exorcist Ritual. Harry opened his eye to see a carbon image of himself standing nose to nose with him.
The wind began to pick up around Harry. The box, along with the rest of his items, was thrown into the wall and around the alley. More evil memories came flooding back. Some of recruiting Death Eaters, most of torturing, even more of death. They were pulling from him. Yet, Harry continued to hold on to the essence in which they came with.
Finally, after what seemed Harry felt the ritual finalizing, he felt the tug on his brain much more forceful. Tears filled his eyes. He screamed once more an unheard scream. The headache had already turned into a migraine. Harry released the essence and felt his Occulmency walls collapse. A pair of arms steadied him as he wobbled under the exertion of the ritual.
"'Always wondered what it was like up 'ere." The other Harry said with smile. Harry weakly smiled back and stumbled over to the box to pick out some clothes for himself and the other Harry to wear. He found the box empty of clothes and began searching the ally for them. The other automatically knew what Harry was doing and quickly helped out. The clothes were thrown around the ally they were in.
"What was I thinking when I put those clothes in that box?" Harry said picking up the clothes. The other Harry sat back against the wall staring at his new body in a magic-made mirror.
"You should have worked out more." The other Harry said poking his stomach. Harry stopped what he was going to look at the other Harry with indignity.
"I did the best I could while you were in there sitting on your…" The other Harry laughed a cold laugh. He raised a hand to stop Harry and spoke.
"You're such a Gryffindor." He said laughing.
"I know I am and you're a stupid Slytherin." He said angrily. He threw some clothes at the laughing Harry.
The 'whole' Harry knew that there was such a thing as split personalities. He knew so before the wizarding world was ever introduced to him. His Aunt was a split personality all in all. Her attitude around the neighbors was completely different than that of hers around the house or especially her attitude to Harry. And when Harry found the being in his inner-chamber, that concluded the idea for him. Plus he realized that the two side conversations he had with himself were because of his two personalities.
That knowledge and the knowledge he found in a Dark Arts book was supposed to be used in case Harry ever had to meet Voldemort face-to-face. The ritual (named Extromnea Extracta made in the 1st Century B.C) was used to dispel people's souls from their body and was to be used on Voldemort. But Harry found it more than useful in this situation. If he were going to help Tonks he would need as much help as possible. And who better to help him than himself. Someone who knew how he thought; but had a different, a more darker, way of thinking. It was the smartest thing Harry had ever thought of.
A long time ago Harry discussed with Seth the thought of disuniting from his other self. Seth agreed with Harry's plan. He thought it was smart and unexpected of him. Harry took this the wrong way and began changing his plans. Seth stopped him and told him that the idea of two Harry's fighting Voldemort was unexpected of him and that that was a good thing. The more things that they do not expect him to do, the more of an advantage he had over them. Harry thought more on this idea. He expanded it and prepared. He set it up in case he needed the extra clothes and the extra set of wands for the second Harry. They were both going to get two wands; they were going to need them. It was something else that was unexpected of him. What was even more unexpected of him was the fact that the wands were bought in Knockturn Alley.
They quickly got dressed in the exact same apparel. Harry, handed SH, Slytherin Harry as he called him, a small, thin black box that came out of the larger one. They looked each other in the eye, communicating without speaking like they always did.
They had a telepathic relationship. It was a simple but also relatively complex one. Since they make up one being, they both represent one-half of Harry Potter: one for the good and one for the bad. As for their telepathic relationship, it seemed to come as naturally as thinking. Actually, to them, it was just thinking and with their mutual connection allowing them to communicate in their thoughts. Besides, SH, the Harry's Slytherin side, was telepathic. Both Harry and Seth pondered on that since neither Harry's parents, nor Voldemort, were telepathic.
You ready? SH asked Harry. Harry gulped loudly and looked suddenly pale.
I'm not ready. But if it's to protect the one I love, I'll do anything. Harry suddenly looked confident.
SH nodded to Harry and approached the Death Eater. He kicked the Death Eater on his back. Harry approached to see who the person was when SH sent him a telepathic picture. Harry froze and gasped. Red flames burst from the wands Harry held in tight grips and hit the Notice-Me-Not warding spell Harry had preformed around the perimeter. They deactivated it.
"Good job Gryffindor." SH said as he summoned the box and summoned the rest of their things that were scattered around the alley.
"It wasn't my fault I-I didn't know how to react to this." Harry said pointing at the Death Eater's silver hand.
"You always overreact." SH said in a matter-of-fact tone. It finished boxing their leftovers up and placed them in the box. He shrunk the box and placed it in his pocket. He straightened up his robes whilst Harry looked over the Death Eater, Pettigrew. Harry reared his foot back and kicked the now conscious Peter Pettigrew repeatedly anywhere he could reach.
SH put a Silencing Charm and Anti-Transformation Jinx around Peter and carefully picked up the Free-Will orb with a piece cloth that he found around the alley. A man walked pass the alley and slowed to a stop when he saw Harry, though he probably did not recognize Harry, kicking the cowering Peter. SH showed one of his wands to the man and the man quickly went about his business. SH relaxed somewhat.
"Harry, that's enough." Harry didn't hear him. He continued to beat Peter. "Harry, you won't be able to clear Sirius' name if you kill him." Still Harry didn't let up. SH moved to physically remove Harry away from killing Peter.
"I don't care about killing him." Harry said through sobs. "He's cost me too much. He needs to be hurt." Harry froze in mid-kick; he fell against and leaned onto the wall for support. Peter whimpered on the ground. He was bleeding profoundly.
"I never thought I'd see the day I would comfort a Gryffindor." SH said as he pulled Harry away from the wall and hugged him. Once again SH noticed they had attracted some attention. Maybe more attention than they needed. Maybe two guys hugging in an alley with another on the ground bleeding were a little unordinary in Knockturn Alley. Harry noticed too and soon separated himself away from SH. SH picked up the orb in the cloth from where he had placed it on the ground. Harry quickly formulated a plan for Wormtail. He sent this plan telepathically to SH.
Let's take him with us and give Voldemort a message. Harry said whilst ushering the crowd away by throwing Stinging Jinxes at them. Harry soon found the area clear and SH responded to him.
I want to put every Notice-Me-Not charm there is, Dark or Light, on you. I will place every spell of the hiding nature on you. I will place every invisibility enchantment we know on you. You really need to be protected. He said pointing his wand at Harry. Harry grew suddenly nervous.
Unknown POV
Five minutes later Harry was looking into a conjured mirror and found himself without any reflection. He walked around SH and SH did not even know he was there. He yelled and still made no sound. He stepped out into the dimly lit Knockturn Alley. He looked down and found that he did not even have a shadow. There was no essence of him being alive. He was truly invisible. All thanks to SH.
I'm ready. Harry said telepathically to SH.
Great now tell me where you are so we can get going! SH was frustrated. Harry snickered to himself and made his way to SH. He approached SH quietly from behind. Harry blew onto SH's neck, it was Harry's, therefore SH's, sweet spot, and watched as SH nearly fell off his own feet. SH steadied himself with indignity. He reached out and grabbed the unsuspecting and laughing Harry and punched him in the nose. That surely stopped the laughing.
Since Harry could speak and yell without anyone hearing them, it would silly for him to scream and tussle with SH after SH hit him. He quick settled his nose and stood eye-to-eye with SH and placed his arms on SH's shoulders knowing as well as SH that SH hated to be touched. But they both knew that since SH was holding Wormtail on his back and that Harry had to hold on to SH somewhere, in which the front would be the best place to hold on to.
Let's do it, for Sirius. Harry winced at SH's sentiment. He looked deeply into the eyes that were mere reflections of his and spoke with confidence. Though he knew it must be weird for SH to hear him and yet not see him.
Let's do it, for the sake of the Wizarding World, Draco, and Tonks For once SH didn't have any smart comments or replies. He inclined his head in agreement to Harry, though, once again, he could not see him.
SH shifted around somewhat. He pulled the Free-Will orb between them. He smiled into the area he expected Harry to be and touched the orb. It flashed a blue color. A terrifyingly bright-blue light bathed them and radiated around them till it felt as though it were part of them. Harry did not dare take his arms from around SH for fear of something happening to him. He closed his eyes tightly shut. That was when they felt the pull and knew they were being transported to Voldemort. For the first time Harry asked a question on whether or not he was ready.
What if I'm really not ready? He asked telepathically as the force that was pulling on them exerted more strength.
You're ready. Just hang in there and stick to the plan. Harry almost praised the fact that he, SH, was telepathic. Literally meaning, he was somewhat telepathic too. Before Harry could even send a message to SH, they landed. Well, technically, SH landed and Harry along with the Wormtail fell unceremoniously to the ground. He should have held on more tightly, SH thought to himself, which meant that Harry, heard him as well.
Harry's POV
Harry did not reply to the statement nor did he did he ask for help after falling. He quickly made his way in the opposite direction from SH. He knew SH had a mission to do and he had his own. We must concentrate on their separate missions. Harry's was to get everyone hostage to safety while SH held the Death Eaters and Voldemort off. Then they would…
A twinge in his scar announced Voldemort's arrival. He gasped slightly at the sudden appearance of hundreds of people in black cloaks. Harry heard a bell run through his head, SH's silly and irritating idea of a signal. The signal that Harry should begin his mission and that Voldemort had brought Tonks and Draco with him. Harry rolled his eyes, SH was always doing things like this. The first time he had, Harry had read so many books and transferred the headache over to SH that SH retaliated and caused as much noise inside Harry's head as possible. He could not wait to do it again. He hoped he would be able to do it again.
SH closed off his mind to their connection and Harry did the same. He heard SH speaking to the Dark Masses. For some reason Harry shivered. He did not want SH to fight his battles. Albeit, it was partially SH fight as well. Throughout the years, even though he remained silent, he helped Harry to evolve and evolved himself. Harry shook his head and went back to thinking and searching.
"If I were Voldemort, where would I hide hostages?" Harry asked himself silently as he approached the mass multitude of black cloaks for the rear. He saw an explosion. At first he thought it was SH's signal, but it was followed by laughter so he knew otherwise. The Dark Masses seemed in tumult in the head. Harry watched, as those in the back grew restless and socialized amongst themselves.
Voldemort yelled out in fury and the Dark Masses went quiet, awaiting directions and fun. Harry felt a tiny shift in the air and felt magic crackle from the other side of the field. It was a large field with very little obstacle trees and houses in the way. He hoped those houses and trees were evacuated. He paused what he was doing and focused on the other side of the field. There they were, unmistakably, the Order of the Phoenix in all their glory. They approached the Dark Masses.
Harry could hear yelling and then SH 'talking' to Voldemort but paid no attention to it at all. He made his way to the back of the Dark Masses, to where he knew Voldemort would either have Tonks and Draco being tortured and or being held. Harry sped up instantly at the thought of Tonks being tortured.
He approached the seemingly end of the sea of endless black. It was kind of hard to tell with it being a nighttime color outside. Harry was mostly concentrating on trying not to run into some unsuspecting Death Eater. Harry saw two guys dressed in deep night colors, almost darker than the colors around them. Harry approached them silently and quickly cast a Confounding and a momentarily Freezing Spell on everyone in a one-mile radius. He knew that burst of power would be inspected by Voldemort and soon. Harry quickly gathered the limp Tonks in his arms and levitated the limp, and seemingly unconscious, Draco. He was on his way as someone yelled.
Everyone looked and saw nothing there. He quickly got them away from the Death Eaters as the spells on the confounded ones ran out.
Finally, Harry found shelter in the forest and threw the charms SH placed on him onto Tonks and Draco. He gave SH the signal, which was a wandless ball of flames in between the two amassed armies. It exploded leaving a wall of fire between SH and the Order. It seemed like forever but Harry signal was returned by a dome-like barrier of magic surrounding the Order of the Phoenix and protecting them from the spells of the Death Eaters. Harry quickly dodged spell after spell, his protection had long since worn out, levitating Tonks and Draco towards the dome of golden magic. It illuminated the night, or evening.
He wanted to ask SH what was going on, but he knew better than to distract SH while he's fighting, if he was fighting.
Having reached the dome and literally out of breath, Harry reached out to the dome and was absorb into it quickly, as he had tampered with the magic in the dome, along with his passengers. He was pulled in a see-through dome. One-way mirror, Harry thought as he saw through the place he had just entered, how very clever of SH. He turned his attention to those in the dome and paled.
They were all looking at Harry as though he was the lowest form of trash in the universe and had committed the worst of crimes. Ron approached him with the most shocked look on his face. But he was stopped from inflicting harm to Harry as Mrs. Weasley flew from halfway across the dome and punched Harry in the stomach. Harry doubled over holding his stomach. His wand fell to the ground.
"You traitor, I should have seen through all that talk about finding Dark books and destroying them." She stepped on his wand breaking it into two pieces and kicked Harry slightly hard. Hermione came forward and held Mrs. Weasley from killing him.
"Let's leave him for the Ministry. Use of a Unforgivable should get him a Dementor's Kiss." Hermione said with tears in her eyes and utter loathing of Harry written all over her face. "I should have known he was going dark when Dumbledore told us to watch him closely." She spat upon her friend and led the weeping Mrs. Weasley away from the dumbstruck Harry. It was completely silent as Remus walked forward towards Harry, red in the face. And he was not blushing.
"You put Lily, James, and Sirius to shame." He said in a deadly whisper as he grabbed Harry by the hair and forced his head, with terrifying strength, into the direction of a crumpled body. Several of the people in the dome were gathered around the body whilst others sat on the floor with their heads in their hands weeping. Remus forced Harry's face towards his so that they were now face-to-face.
"You killed off the last hope the Wizarding World had," Harry eyes went wide with shock as he figured who the crumpled body was, "I should not have listened to Tonks." Remus said increasing the pressure on Harry's neck, his new hand placement. "Now look where she is-." He was stopped by a growl emitting from Harry.
Harry's anger flashed and he knew it. Next thing he knew he was receiving power from SH and gathering his own for a defensive attack on Remus. Remus paled as he looked into Harry's eyes. There was a flash of light and Remus was thrown off of Harry at top speed. He hit the dome's barrier and fell to the ground. Harry's second wand flew into his hand and he let SH's power recede. He mentally thanked SH for making him bring two wands. In an instant there were more than fifty wands trained on him.
Harry did not take kind to that but he knew there was nothing he could do at the moment. He swung his wand in a tight arc. A green light flashed across the room to where Harry was when he entered. Everyone jumped out of the way of the curse. Several people threw curses at Harry though Harry had quickly preformed a shielding spell around himself as soon as he felt the spells coming. Harry noticed one person not joining in at hurting him. Ginny. Harry closed his eyes and focused on communicating with her.
Ginny. Harry called out. Ginny. Ginny head snapped into his direction. Ginny, you don't have to believe I didn't kill Dumbledore. But at least help save Tonks and Draco. Ginny eyes went wide as she rushed forward and knocked Harry to the ground. She shook Harry went all her might.
"Where are they, Harry?" She all but screamed. The others watched this confusing scene with heads of stubbornness. Harry yanked back from her and nodded into the direction of his green curse. She jumped off of him and ran in that direction.
Harry, how are you holding up? Came the voice of SH through his head. Harry wanted to scream.
Oh, they're just trying to kill me because they think I was you and that I/you killed Dumbledore. There was a moment of silence. This was broken by the sound of laughter through the link.
Mr. Potter, or should I say Potters, I hope that my resting isn't forcing any labor upon you. A weakly cheerful voice said. Harry eyes went physically and mentally wide.
DUMBLEDORE! Harry yelled telepathically. He looked at the still body of Dumbledore and thought back to the voices that were laughing in his head. Oh this is too much for one day, Harry thought.
I told you it wasn't going to be easy. SH said still laughing at Harry's misfortune.
SH's Point of View
Harry had just left. He knew it and Voldemort was arriving, he could sense it. It was advantage of being attached, in a way, to Voldemort. He became wary of his surroundings. SH quickly became attentive and suspicious of the very shifting of the wind. One of his wands were instantly in his hand as the winds shifting became out of hand because soon no less than three hundred Death Eaters apparated onto the field. SH could even taste the essence of port-key which meant that they brought Tonks and Draco.
He sent Harry the signal telling him he should begin searching now. He closed off his mind afterwards. His face went dark; a great trait of his that he was sure would scare people to no end. He called out into the Dark Masses, exasperatedly.
"Where is your leader? Isn't he usually at the head of such ignorance?" SH said sounding irritated and bored. A ripple went through the Dark Masses. Several in the front hissed at Harry in detestation and stood up for their leader. They parted to let the tallest and slightly thinnest of the group through. Lord Voldemort stepped up to the head. In his slightly billowing war-robe gave the illusion of a Mage. Something Voldemort was definitely not, no matter how many magical transformations he had.
"Not as cocky as I expected you to be, but at least our guess has arrived." SH was not even paying attention, he was dragging the body of Wormtail to the center of their attention. SH smiled at them and pointed his wand at Wormtail. He spoke in a slightly hissing tone.
"Crucio." A shiver went through the army of darkness. SH continued torturing the ignorant imbecile. He did not even look at the convulsing creature at his feet. He stared stoically ahead into the eyes the leader Voldemort.
He let the sensation of the curse overcome him. The feeling of sick pleasure that came to him was from neither his release of power nor the wailing being on the ground. No, SH received his pleasure from Voldemort. The man, if he can be called that, who was trying so desperately to look impassive whilst his followers were getting bug-eyed. And SH continued until one of the foremost Death Eaters launched one of the most deathly of curses at him. The Powera-Desturo.
If there was ever a time in SH's time with Harry that he felt scared, that moment would be now. The Powera-Desturo was the curse used in medieval times to strip wizards of their magic. And not only did it do that, it gave whatever magical strengths, levels, and abilities to the caster. But the curse was rarely used after one criminal found a way to block it. He was shocked that one Death Eater even knew of it.
SH briskly searched his mind and found that Voldemort had no knowledge of the curse on that night; the night in which Voldemort killed Harry's parents and transferred the essence of SH over to Harry. Voldemort's memories showed many ways he could possibly block it, but none fully precise in the blocking of the curse's effect. In a desperate move, he searched Harry's mind for anything related to the curse. He was still a part of Harry, even if they could not communicate.
As the midnight-colored curse sped nearer and nearer towards him, SH was astonished to find that Harry knew of the curse. Harry had such adequate knowledge of the curse; he knew everything from a way to change the course of the curse, to a way to make the curse backfire with such strength it could cause the explosion of the original caster. He did not perceive the thought of inquiring on how Harry knew, in such depth, a curse not known for centuries. He only knew he had to do something, and do it fast.
SH pulled out another wand and bellowed:
"Siamatunious-Trevavelto." A bright-yellow light barreled into the icky-black colored one. SH used a combination of the two spells Harry knew. The Siama-Tunious and the Treva-Velto; one to make the curse backfire, the other to magnify the other. With Wormtail being tortured with one wand and the power that the second curse took, SH soon felt the strain on his magic and released the Crucio from Wormtail. The creature coughed up blood onto SH's pants. The lingering effect of the Crucio curse boosted SH's input into the other spell.
His wand and wand hand turned the bright-yellow color of the spell. The spell bore into the Death Eater's and, going through the icky-black one, hit the Death Eater. He had seen many things from Voldemort's deranged and maniacal mind, but none were with men having their wands blown up and then their magic taken away from them, followed consecutively by the explosion of themselves. It was almost sick.
The explosion caused fleshy bits of Death Eater to splatter the surrounding Death Eater. Voldemort, in an act of maniacal supremacy, grabbed one of the nearby Death Eaters and used him or her, as SH was not sure, as a shield to block the raining bits of human flesh that showered his followers. SH threw up a weak physical force field around himself and Wormtail, though by accident. And, after delivering a disgusted kick to Wormtail, cleaned the blood and other bodily liquids off of his robes and shoes.
SH watched a hilarious scene unfold right before his eyes. The Death Eaters definitely had not expected such a brutish attack on one of their own. They sure as hell did not expect to be battered with human flesh. The more experienced of the lot, most of the foremost ones, followed their leaders example and grabbed hold of their fellow Death Eaters to stem the incoming assault.
SH bellowed out laughter as the Death Eaters cursed each other and brawling and tumult that reigned upon them. SH felt the magic in the air shift. He ignored it as Voldemort's temper. Inasmuch, Voldemort gave a yell of fury and in the blink on an eye he threw the killing curse at SH.
There were several ways in which he could block the killing curse, all involving some kind of transfiguration. But all methods of perceiving these spells were disintegrated from SH's mind as death rushed to him in full force. There seemed to be a hull as the Death Eaters froze to watch the supposed killing of Harry Potter.
And as if on cue, several shouts of 'Harry' were heard from the far-right of SH. This alerted SH of the arrival of Dumbledore and his order.
A blur mass of black pushed SH back and jumped in betwixt the Killing Curse and SH. SH desperately tried to keep his balance and watched as the mass of inhumane treachery, a.k.a. Wormtail, took the curse initiated for him.
"I'M SORRY!" He had yelled as the curse struck him. Wormtail fell to the ground still glowing a greenish color.
It was easy to tell the Voldemort placed a lot of energy into the spell. At least he won't be casting another in the next few minutes, SH thought to himself. SH immediately gathered his stoic facade, when he was really tormented inside. It should have been Harry to see the traitor die so he could curse him, verbally of course. Since Wormtail did owe his dept to Harry. Such a waste of protection, SH thought.
"So ends the simpleton." Both SH and Voldemort said at the same time looking on at the body of Wormtail. Voldemort raised his wand. Knowing he was already at protected in his own way, SH did not worry on Voldemort attacking him. There was no way in hell he was going into stupefaction like he did the first time though.
"He won't be needing this." Voldemort said flicking his wand at Wormtail.
The body gave a jerk and the silver hand Voldemort had rewarded him melted and pour forth into Voldemort's wand. Wow, he doesn't waste a thing, SH thought with a laugh. Voldemort's attention snapped to him as he continued laughing.
"What's so funny, Potter?" He asked fire licking at his eyes. SH never faltered even when he felt the Order of the Phoenix approach precariously from the right.
"Oh nothing Tom." Voldemort hissed at him walking forward determined. "I was merely contemplating the look on your face was the act same as when you avenged Sara's death." The Dark Lord paused, he stumbled and fell the ground. In an act of unison the Order and the Death Eaters gasped at the sudden act of weakness. A voice like no other was heard. It was the voice of an older Tom Riddle, not the evil one but the younger more passionate one.
"How did you know?" He asked facing SH. One hand was clutching his heart as if he were in pain.
"How could I not know the reason behind why you became Lord Voldemort, my dear Tom Riddle? You and I are, as many could say, two eggs in a nest. One rolls away, and yet one falls to the darkness beneath the branch only because the nest shook a little." SH threw a glance at the Order and saw Dumbledore watching him inquiringly.
"Sara was your only remaining family, and the muggles took her away. The same with my parents Tom. Only difference was, you took my parents away Tom not the muggles, you. In opposition to the muggles taking Sara away. That was the only reason why I denounced your proposition of my joining you in my first year. Do you not see how relatively close you were as you almost succeeded in bringing me over to the Dark?" SH asked as Voldemort gave an invulnerable shudder and opened his mouth in a silent scream before nodding.
SH took measured steps away from the ticking bomb. SH was not trying to break Voldemort, well maybe he was, but that was not the only reason why he was bringing up the Dark Lord's past youth-torment. He wanted to show everyone that he and Voldemort were very much alike. Though he used reference to Harry, most were in explaining his being and personality. Besides, if his calculations were correct, Voldemort was going to blow and SH was buying Harry some much-needed time.
"We were both raised with shaking branches. Muggles treated us like dirt. Only you fell because of Sara. I had no one to care about. Until Sirius." There was a burst of magic that caused the hairs on the back of SH's neck to stand. There was commotion in the back of the Dark Masses. SH knew Harry had done some kind of powerful spell. Harry should be more careful of the magic he uses, SH thought as he worked the rest of his plan in the back of his head.
He could easily tell that Voldemort was no longer in his palm not under his control. The Dark Lord stood straight and tall. The power coming of off him was radiant. He stared as SH with precarious eyes. There was still internal struggling.
Dumbledore. Harry said quickly calling out to the man. SH saw shock flash across his features before he answered.
Harry? How is the possible? He stared at SH for a moment.
I'm not Harry, but I am a friend of Harry's. Dumbledore shook his head.
You're not? How do I know you're a friend of Harry's, your magical signature is clouded?
Look. Right now there is no time to be stalling we have to buy Harry as much time as possible as he rescues Tonks and Malfoy.
Malfoy but... What do you want me to do? Dumbledore stared at Voldemort now, who was shacking his head as if to clear it.
I need you trust me.
I see no need not to. You did not lie to me about being Harry's friend. I can see into your mind as much as you let me, I know of your connection with Harry. But not w-
Great. I'm going to cast a spell on you, no matter what that spell is, I want you to say this spell: Malaura-Expando-Protecodomas. SH said as Voldemort once more looked at him.
Malaura-Expando-Protecodomas. Dumbledore said reciting the spell to perfection.
You have to trust me on this. It could save many a life.
Ok, but please, who are you?
Not wanting to waste time, but wanting Dumbledore to trust him completely he gave a quick analysis on who he was and Dumbledore, at the least was shocked, but nevertheless, was trusting.
"Potter are you saying what I think you are?" SH gave a feral smile.
"What do you think Tom?" Voldemort raised scaly eyebrow, causing some of the Order members to shudder.
"I think you are proposing that you yourself is turning to the darkness 'beneath the branch'." Several members of both parties gasped. "And if your performance earlier wasn't an example, I'll be a Hufflepuff." He gave a high pitched laugh. SH snorted mentally.
You would think he was one with that kind of laugh. SH said before he saw Dumbledore's eyes narrow and his beard twitch with mirth.
"Let's ask the all powerful Albus Dumbledore." SH said with so much hate and sarcasm in his tone that Dumbledore was truly amazed.
The Sorting Hat was right when it said Harry would do good in Slytherin if he is able to pull off as much acting skill as you.
Dumbledore, you would be simply amazed at how good at being Slytherin some Gryffindor's could be.
Are you thinking and suggesting what I think you're thinking and suggesting? Dumbledore said amused.
Show them Death Eaters what a Glytheriff is like! Dumbledore gave a mental laugh and spoke physically to give his part of the act.
"Harry, I think deep down you know what's right." Dumbledore said a tear trekking down his face. "I know you know what's right from wrong. I know you like the rest of the Order can see through facades. You and I both know the seriousness of this situation. If you turn dark, Harry, you will damn the entire world." It took all of SH's self-control to shift his amusement to the deep corners of his and Harry's Inner Chamber.
"You will see whose going to be damned Dumbledore." SH said as a ball of fire exploded leaving a wall of fire between the Order and SH. Everyone jumped back to avoid the blaze.
Damn, Harry doesn't miss a cue at all. Get ready Dumbledore, the spell is Malaura-Expando-Protecodomas.
Ready!
With a shuddering breath released a curse at Dumbledore when the firewall collapsed.
"AVADA KEDEVRA!" The spell exploded with so much force, SH had to step back a few steps. Both sides looked on in awe, fear, and apprehension as the curse sped towards Dumbledore. Everyone including Dumbledore went into shock. SH watched as Dumbledore winked at him and shouted:
"Malaura-Expando-Protecodomas!" A multi-hued beam shot from his wand at the Killing Curse. SH watched as Dumbledore smiled even when the spells connected, paused, turned and continued heading towards him. As the spell hits their target Dumbledore slumped to the ground. There was an agonizing cry. SH was watching resisting the urge he had to bite his nails.
Suddenly, a phoenix SH registered as Dumbledore's, appeared. It gave a cry, one the tore the very center of SH's heart and flew above Dumbledore. A beam of multicolored light went from Dumbledore's body to the phoenix. The beam began to expand. Suddenly it spread, shrouding the Order of the Phoenix. Blocking them from view. The top of the obstruction closed over. It was now a dome of golden light.
The phoenix disappeared, but SH was sure he saw it wink at him. It knew?
After a few moments some Death Eaters began sending spells at the dome. Not one even touched it. Even the Killing Curse. More and more Death Eaters were sending spells at it. But the spells stopped and disappeared before reaching the dome. SH noticed something about the Death Eaters. Each one had a flame on top of their heads. The flames were either black or white. SH knew it was another purpose of Harry's wandless fire spell. It was to alert SH and SH only, which Death Eaters were capable of doing good deeds and should be spared. He rolled his eyes at Harry's hero ethics.
SH watched with a smug look on his face as Voldemort looked at him with one could only call glee. SH returned the look as the dome flashed a darker gold color. And suddenly, all of the spells were flying at the Death Eaters with haste.
SH smiled at the dome. It was the only spell Harry had made. It had all of the initial protection mechanisms and it backfired spells. It was easy to infiltrate, though only those who were able to reach out to the very strands of magic, and not everyone could do that, were able to enter, even then you have to remember how the stands go. And the best of all, it protected everyone within range of the caster. One of the reasons why Harry's signal was a wall of fire. It separated the two armies with ease. The spell only needed a powerful caster, a powerful familiar, and a powerful initiation spell. One that had long lasting effects. The dome only lasted as long as the initiation spell did and if the initiation spell was easy to bring down, the dome would be as well. And what better spell than the impossible to block unforgivable, the one that removes the body from the soul indefinitely and for eternity.
As Death Eater after Death Eater fell to victim his or her own spells, Voldemort turned to SH.
"Join me and we can destroy my, I mean our, enemies." He had a new look in his eyes that almost made SH turn green. It was lust. SH saw above Voldemort's head was a peculiar flame. It was half-black and half-white. Curious, thought SH.
SH watched as a Death Eater with a pure black flame ran up to Voldemort and began catching his breath. At first he ignored the Death Eater as he felt Harry in desperate need of power. After transferring some power through their link, SH tuned into the Death Eaters speech.
"My Lord, the prisoners have escaped." The Death Eater was dead instantly as Voldemort beheaded him in rage. The head still held the black flame for several moments after his death.
"Please excuse my followers. When we come together and the world sees us, many stronger followers shall be recruited." SH nodded.
"What prisoners were he speaking of?" SH asked trying to sound as curious as possible, even though he already knew the answer.
"None you should worry over," Voldemort said putting a gangling arm around SH. Before he knew what hit him, he was on his back with a gory whole in his stomach.
"I won't worry but you should." SH said as Voldemort hissed in abhorrence and disappeared from the field. SH knew he would be back though, and soon.
He turned back to the fight as a he felt a stirring in the telepathic connection.
Harry, how are you holding up? Came the voice of SH through his head. Harry wanted to scream.
Oh, their just trying to kill me because they think I was you and that I/you killed Dumbledore. There was a moment of silence. This was broken by the sound of laughter through the link.
Mr. Potter, or should I say Potters, I hope that my resting isn't forcing any labor upon you. A weakly cheerful voice said. Harry eyes went physically and mentally wide.
DUMBLEDORE! Harry yelled telepathically. SH began mentally laughing as he chanted a few spells on the Death Eaters around him with black flames on the top of their heads.
I told you it wasn't going to be easy. SH said still laughing at Harry's misfortune.