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Adult ++
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22
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Chapter 18
Union of Three
Chapter 18
The next week was exhausting for Harry. Urian made him get up at the crack of dawn to begin his training in elven magic and worked with him until lunchtime. After lunch, Gabriel commandeered his time by training Harry to use a sword efficiently. By dinnertime, Harry could barely move, much less eat. Of course, he wasn’t the only one who was miserable. Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Severus were also undergoing vigorous training in preparation for the upcoming war.
“I’m so tired I can’t even eat,” whinged Ron, pushing his plate away and dropping his head to the table. “Not to mention how sore I am. I can barely lift my arms to eat even if I weren’t so tired.” Like Harry, Ron’s physical training centered on learning how to wield a sword.
“Oh, quit whinging, Ron,” snapped Hermione, blinking sleepily. She was just as tired and sore as Ron was but she wasn’t whinging like a little baby. Her training, though, centered on archery. Her arms were sore from the constant tension of pulling the bowstring. She noticed resentfully that Severus and Remus hadn’t bothered to attend dinner at all, glaring at two empty chairs at the table.
Harry had nibbled at his dinner and crawled in Draco’s lap, falling asleep soon after. Between the rigorous training and the tolls of pregnancy, Harry was simply exhausted. He was too tired to even feed from his mates. The last week, Severus had had to add Lucius and Draco’s blood to the nutrient potions just so Harry would get his daily dose of blood. It was very fortunate that they would only have light training for the next few days. Otherwise, Harry probably wouldn’t even make it to the front lines.
“Urian, how is Harry progressing with his studies?” asked Lucius quietly, hiding a grin as he saw his sleeping mate. Harry was absolutely adorable when he was curled up in his or Draco’s lap.
“He’s doing very well,” said Urian proudly. “He can easily command the plants and trees and heals wounds with great efficiency. Although he can talk to the animals, he can’t command any of them.”
“What about you, Gabriel? How is he progressing with his swordsmanship?” asked Lucius.
“He actually managed to beat Ewan yesterday,” said Gabriel smugly. “The little one was born to use a sword.”
“I just hope it’s enough,” said Draco softly, rubbing Harry’s back soothingly.
“It will be, Draco. Taryn won’t let anything happen to her mother, remember?” asked Lucius calmly. “And we’ll be there to protect him, too.”
*****
“Did you really think you could betray and live to tell the tale?” hissed Voldemort, glaring at the blonde angrily. “I will sssend you back to your lover in piecesss.”
Tynan knelt on the floor before Voldemort completely nude, bruises and blood littering his flesh. He knew he was going to die, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care, staring impassively at the furious Dark Lord. Voldemort had tortured him for hours, using cruciatus and other painful hexes, before allowing his six trusted to take turns raping him. All that mattered at the moment was that he had managed to get his information to Dougal.
“What, no resssponssse?” hissed Voldemort maliciously. “You are content to die? Or have my trusssted broken you?”
“I’m not broken, you snake-faced bastard. I’ve done my duty, so I’m not afraid to die,” said Tynan calmly. “I’m just disappointed that I won’t get to see Harry Potter destroy you completely.”
“You insssolent vampire,” snarled Voldemort. “Avada Kedavra!” He smirked delightedly as the curse hit the vampire, and Tynan’s lifeless body hit the floor. “Wormtail!”
Peter Pettigrew shuffled closer to Voldemort, nose twitching distastefully. “Yes, my lord?”
“I want you to deliver thisss worthless carcusss to Cassstle Korbin with a message,” hissed Voldemort. He raised his wand and magically carved a message into the vampire’s chest.
“Yes, my lord,” said Pettigrew, levitating Tynan’s body through the door.
*****
Dougal paced his bedroom as he awaited Tynan’s arrival. The blonde was supposed to meet him with his news of Voldemort’s plans, but he was running late. A quiet hiss drew his attention and he saw a white snake with ruby eyes. Clutched in its jaw was a rolled piece of parchment. Dougal took the parchment and unrolled the letter, setting the smaller parchment that fluttered out aside.
*Lord Korbin,
The Dark Lord has gathered over fifty werewolves, and they patrol the forest surrounding his home. The vampires have sentry positions outside. Here are they’re locations. They are mainly there to dispatch anyone who manages to make it past the werewolves. The meeting is in three days at dusk. Good luck.
Tynan*
“I have a really bad feeling about this,” muttered Dougal aloud. “He would only send his familiar if he was unable to attend himself. Damnit, Voldemort must have discovered his treachery.” The snake suddenly blew apart. Dougal looked at the empty space in horror, knowing exactly what that meant. Tynan was dead. A few moments later, a commotion at the castle gates pierced through his grief. Tears streamed from his eyes when he saw Tynan’s lifeless body floating across the grounds. “He will pay for this,” he vowed harshly.
*****
Two days later, Dougal returned to Godric’s Hollow. Harry was the first to see him, and he was shocked by the vampire’s haggard appearance. “Dougal, what happened? You look awful.”
“Tynan’s dead,” said Dougal numbly. “The Dark Lord discovered that he was a spy and killed him. The bastard sent Tynan’s body with the words, ‘All traitors meet the same fate eventually, Korbin. Your time is coming soon.’ I..” He faltered for words, and Harry pulled him into his arms, hugging his distraught friend tightly.
“He’ll pay for this Dougal,” promised Harry fiercely. “One way or another, I will bring that bastard down.”
“And we’ll help,” said Lucius, startling the two vampires. He pulled Dougal into a quick hug. “I’m sorry for your loss, Dougal. You obviously cared a great deal for him.”
“He was my best friend,” said Dougal quietly. “And Voldemort tortured and raped him. I hope you’ve come up with a good plan to get us all in position so we can destroy him once and for all because he will die tomorrow. I swear it.”
*****
“Now, to get to the gates, we have to go through the forest. This, unfortunately, is the werewolves’ domain, so we’ll have to cut them down. The archers will be using silver tipped arrows and the elves will be using their magic to trap the werewolves,” said Harry, pointing to the forested area on the map. “The vampires are guarding the manor at these points. Best way to dispatch them is a sword or arrow through the heart or beheading.” Hermione and Ron openly cringed at that. “The wards don’t extend to the grounds, only the manor, so once we’ve dispatched the werewolves and vampires, that only leaves the Death Eaters, dementors, and old snake-face. Severus has created a potion that should help everyone get through the wards without me having to escort them. Severus?”
Severus stepped over to the table behind him and removed the sheet hiding the contents. Sitting on the table were over a hundred phials of potions. “As Harry previously said, these potions should get you through the wards without Harry’s presence. The drawback is there is a time limit. You only have three minutes to get past the wards, so you have to drink the potion pretty much right before you step through. If you break or lose your potion, you’re just stuck outside.”
“Uh, professor, how does the potion get us past the barrier? What’s in it?” asked Hermione, looking at the potions curiously.
“Each potion has a drop of Harry’s blood, of course,” said Severus calmly, ignoring the disgusted look on Hermione and Ron’s face. “That’s why you only have three minutes to get past the wards. Once you drink the potion, the blood in the potion is metabolized into the body and promptly mutated. Unfortunately, the mutated blood is no longer effective. The potion, however disgusted you may be at drinking someone else’s blood, is the only way to get such a large group past the wards simultaneously.”
“Any questions?” asked Harry. No one moved a muscle. “Good. It’s time to start this. Our fae allies will be providing the portals. Swordsmen, you’re up first. The blades aren’t silver, but they’ll damage the wolves enough to get everyone through. Let’s go.”
Severus handed out the potions until they were all gone. Harry walked to Lucius and Draco and nodded his head. Lucius opened a portal and the three stepped through. Twenty more portals immediately opened and soon the sounds of battle could be heard all around.
Harry, Lucius, and Draco stepped into the forest and readied their swords. Seeing the manor in the distance, they headed towards the imposing building. Three steps in that direction and a huge, snarling black wolf lunged at them. Fortunately, Taryn’s shield snapped into place, causing the werewolf to bounce back thus giving Lucius enough time to plunge his silver dagger into the animal’s heart.
By the time they had made it half way to the manor, the seemingly never-ending barrage of werewolf attacks had started to dwindle down. Werewolf carcasses were scattered along the forest floor while a few angry werewolves were immobilised in a prison of trees. Harry directed one of the fae archers to carry their dead allies back home, and gestured for everyone else to follow him.
They had almost made to the edge of the forest when Fenrir Greyback stepped into their path, eyes a murderous blood red. Having seen the shield protecting Harry, Greyback lunged at Draco instead. Instinctively calling his magic, Harry sent a sharpened twig spiraling through the air, finding a target in Greyback’s thigh and making the werewolf falter in his attack.
Greyback howled and ripped the large splinter out of his thigh, growling menacingly at Harry. “Pretty little Potter thinks he’s big enough to take on the Dark Lord. You can’t even take me, little kitten,” he taunted the elf.
“Really? And you think you’re the Big Bad Wolf? Sorry, puppy, but I’m no Little Red Riding Hood. You bite me, and I’ll bite back,” drawled Harry flashing his lengthened fangs and claws.
“My, my, what big teeth you have,” said Greyback mockingly, trying to goad Harry into acting.
“I can see why you’re impressed,” said Harry dismissively. “You apparently still have a lot of growing up to do. Why don’t you go gnaw on a bone or something?” He ignored the awed looks Lucius and Draco were giving him. After all, they’d never witnessed the little Gryffindor sound so condescendingly Slytherin.
“Why you little brat, I’ll kill you,” snarled Greyback. “I’ll feast on your flesh and snack on your bones for that.”
“You and what army?” mocked Harry, crossing his arms insolently. “You were foolish to follow a man that has tried to kill a child on several occasions, yet never succeeded. If the so-called great Dark Lord couldn’t kill me, what the hell makes you think you can?”
Greyback didn’t answer verbally. He simply swiped futilely at the shield that protected Harry, watching for a weakness in the armor. He finally saw his chance. Knocking Lucius and Draco away from Harry, Greyback managed to get behind Harry where the shield didn’t protect the boy. Lunging towards Harry’s unprotected back, Greyback was completely surprised when a pair of black wings knocked him several feet away.
“Your just full of tricks, aren’t you little kitten?” growled Greyback, rising to his feet and crouching to attack again.
“You just don’t get it,” said Harry softly. “I don’t have time to play with you.” Harry waved his hand and several vines burst from the ground, wrapping around Greyback’s ankles and climbing slowly up the struggling werewolf’s body. In less than ten minutes, Greyback was wrapped head to toe in vines, looking like a nature-based mummy. “Let’s go Lucius, Draco.”
*****
“My Lord, P-potter has g-gathered an army, a-and they are o-on the a-attack,” stuttered Pettigrew, bowing low before Voldemort. “H-he has a-an army of f-fae and elves. R-right now they a-are in the f-forest.”
“Potter hasss finally come to me,” hissed Voldemort smugly. “He won’t get passst the Dementorsss. They are hisss true weaknesss.”
The doors slammed open and Crabbe, Sr. ran into the room. “My Lord, Potter is right outside the manner and the vampires are losing. What should we do?”
“I will releassse the Dementorsss,” hissed Voldemort. “Potter will falter under the force of hisss memoriesss. Even if he doesss get passst them, it will be too late. My minionsss will already be here to take them down.”
*****
The vampires had a distinct disadvantage in the fight. They relied too heavily on their familiars to transport them, thinking the enemies reflexes would be too slow to defend. Unfortunately for them, they failed to realise that elves were sneaky little buggers with very sharp reflexes. A vampire would teleport behind an elf only for the elf to fade into the shadows and plunge a sword into the vampire’s heart. It was really too bad that this group of vampires was a little thick because over half of them met this fate before they finally caught on. Then they decided to attack head on. Of course, this didn’t work out so well for them either, but they got an E for effort.
Harry watched as Lucius swung his sword, sending a vampire’s head flying through the air. He felt a distinct chill in the air and pulled his wand in preparation. He knew what was coming. As the Dementors descended upon the manor, enemies and allies both fell to floor as they’re worst memories rolled through their minds. Harry pulled his happiest memories around him- finding out he was having a daughter, seeing his mother and Sirius again, having Lucius and Draco say ‘I love you, Harry,’ and forging a good relationship with Severus- and shouted out, “Expecto Patronum!”
The familiar ghostly stag shot out of Harry’s wand, but before the connection broke completely, another surge of magic shot through the wand. Harry’s Stag Patronus suddenly split and another Patronus emerged in the shape of a large Grim-like dog. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Remus stared at the new Patronus in shock. It seemed as though Padfoot would run tonight.
As the shock of seeing Padfoot once again wore off, several other Expecto Patronum’s rang in the night, forcing the Dementors to flee. Once the last Dementor had disappeared, Harry watched tearfully as the dog cocked his head at Harry and seemed to smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh a little because that was exactly what Sirius would do. He rubbed his belly and whispered, “Thank you, Taryn,” as the Patronus disappeared.
*****
“Sire, they have driven away the Dementors,” said Crabbe, Sr., bowing his head. He tensed in preparation of the cruciatus curse because he knew he would be punished for Potter’s success against the Dementors.
Voldemort hissed in fury. “Crucio!” he yelled, aiming his wand at the man in front of him. He watched gleefully as Crabbe writhed and screamed in agony. Finally breaking the spell, Voldemort kicked Crabbe as he passed. “They can’t get into the manor becaussse of the blood wardsss. They’re ssstuck out there with no way in. Sssummon my followersss, Wormtail. They can play with Potter outssside.”
“Yes, milord,” said Wormtail, holding out his arm for Voldemort to summon his other followers.
*****
Knowing that Voldemort would summon the remaining Death Eaters, Harry ordered thirty men to stay outside. The rest would follow him into the manor. He held Lucius and Draco’s hand and walked through the front door. The manor was surprisingly silent for a place being attacked. Harry was expecting to hear shouting and see people running, but none of that occurred. They surprised Avery as he left the library, holding several books in his arms. He was so surprised to see them, they managed to stun and bind the man before he managed to utter a single word.
Gabriel took out Lestrange and Parkinson with one blow. Apparently, they hadn’t been notified that the manor was under siege, and they were busy connecting to each other. They really should have known better than that, considering the lives they chose to lead. Harry just shuddered in disgust, trying not to lose what little lunch he’d managed to eat. He felt the need to claw out his eyes after witnessing Lestrange and Parkinson on top of each other with their dicks in each other’s mouths. The nausea just got worse when Gabriel cut them in half and he saw intestines peeking out.
They continued down the hall until they came to a set of double doors. Harry knew exactly who was inside. Throwing open the doors, Harry stalked inside like he owned the place. He let the others take care of Pettigrew and Crabbe and continued towards Voldemort. “The prophesied son has returned. Did you miss me?” asked Harry mockingly, laughing at the shock on Voldemort’s face.
Chapter 18
The next week was exhausting for Harry. Urian made him get up at the crack of dawn to begin his training in elven magic and worked with him until lunchtime. After lunch, Gabriel commandeered his time by training Harry to use a sword efficiently. By dinnertime, Harry could barely move, much less eat. Of course, he wasn’t the only one who was miserable. Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Severus were also undergoing vigorous training in preparation for the upcoming war.
“I’m so tired I can’t even eat,” whinged Ron, pushing his plate away and dropping his head to the table. “Not to mention how sore I am. I can barely lift my arms to eat even if I weren’t so tired.” Like Harry, Ron’s physical training centered on learning how to wield a sword.
“Oh, quit whinging, Ron,” snapped Hermione, blinking sleepily. She was just as tired and sore as Ron was but she wasn’t whinging like a little baby. Her training, though, centered on archery. Her arms were sore from the constant tension of pulling the bowstring. She noticed resentfully that Severus and Remus hadn’t bothered to attend dinner at all, glaring at two empty chairs at the table.
Harry had nibbled at his dinner and crawled in Draco’s lap, falling asleep soon after. Between the rigorous training and the tolls of pregnancy, Harry was simply exhausted. He was too tired to even feed from his mates. The last week, Severus had had to add Lucius and Draco’s blood to the nutrient potions just so Harry would get his daily dose of blood. It was very fortunate that they would only have light training for the next few days. Otherwise, Harry probably wouldn’t even make it to the front lines.
“Urian, how is Harry progressing with his studies?” asked Lucius quietly, hiding a grin as he saw his sleeping mate. Harry was absolutely adorable when he was curled up in his or Draco’s lap.
“He’s doing very well,” said Urian proudly. “He can easily command the plants and trees and heals wounds with great efficiency. Although he can talk to the animals, he can’t command any of them.”
“What about you, Gabriel? How is he progressing with his swordsmanship?” asked Lucius.
“He actually managed to beat Ewan yesterday,” said Gabriel smugly. “The little one was born to use a sword.”
“I just hope it’s enough,” said Draco softly, rubbing Harry’s back soothingly.
“It will be, Draco. Taryn won’t let anything happen to her mother, remember?” asked Lucius calmly. “And we’ll be there to protect him, too.”
*****
“Did you really think you could betray and live to tell the tale?” hissed Voldemort, glaring at the blonde angrily. “I will sssend you back to your lover in piecesss.”
Tynan knelt on the floor before Voldemort completely nude, bruises and blood littering his flesh. He knew he was going to die, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care, staring impassively at the furious Dark Lord. Voldemort had tortured him for hours, using cruciatus and other painful hexes, before allowing his six trusted to take turns raping him. All that mattered at the moment was that he had managed to get his information to Dougal.
“What, no resssponssse?” hissed Voldemort maliciously. “You are content to die? Or have my trusssted broken you?”
“I’m not broken, you snake-faced bastard. I’ve done my duty, so I’m not afraid to die,” said Tynan calmly. “I’m just disappointed that I won’t get to see Harry Potter destroy you completely.”
“You insssolent vampire,” snarled Voldemort. “Avada Kedavra!” He smirked delightedly as the curse hit the vampire, and Tynan’s lifeless body hit the floor. “Wormtail!”
Peter Pettigrew shuffled closer to Voldemort, nose twitching distastefully. “Yes, my lord?”
“I want you to deliver thisss worthless carcusss to Cassstle Korbin with a message,” hissed Voldemort. He raised his wand and magically carved a message into the vampire’s chest.
“Yes, my lord,” said Pettigrew, levitating Tynan’s body through the door.
*****
Dougal paced his bedroom as he awaited Tynan’s arrival. The blonde was supposed to meet him with his news of Voldemort’s plans, but he was running late. A quiet hiss drew his attention and he saw a white snake with ruby eyes. Clutched in its jaw was a rolled piece of parchment. Dougal took the parchment and unrolled the letter, setting the smaller parchment that fluttered out aside.
*Lord Korbin,
The Dark Lord has gathered over fifty werewolves, and they patrol the forest surrounding his home. The vampires have sentry positions outside. Here are they’re locations. They are mainly there to dispatch anyone who manages to make it past the werewolves. The meeting is in three days at dusk. Good luck.
Tynan*
“I have a really bad feeling about this,” muttered Dougal aloud. “He would only send his familiar if he was unable to attend himself. Damnit, Voldemort must have discovered his treachery.” The snake suddenly blew apart. Dougal looked at the empty space in horror, knowing exactly what that meant. Tynan was dead. A few moments later, a commotion at the castle gates pierced through his grief. Tears streamed from his eyes when he saw Tynan’s lifeless body floating across the grounds. “He will pay for this,” he vowed harshly.
*****
Two days later, Dougal returned to Godric’s Hollow. Harry was the first to see him, and he was shocked by the vampire’s haggard appearance. “Dougal, what happened? You look awful.”
“Tynan’s dead,” said Dougal numbly. “The Dark Lord discovered that he was a spy and killed him. The bastard sent Tynan’s body with the words, ‘All traitors meet the same fate eventually, Korbin. Your time is coming soon.’ I..” He faltered for words, and Harry pulled him into his arms, hugging his distraught friend tightly.
“He’ll pay for this Dougal,” promised Harry fiercely. “One way or another, I will bring that bastard down.”
“And we’ll help,” said Lucius, startling the two vampires. He pulled Dougal into a quick hug. “I’m sorry for your loss, Dougal. You obviously cared a great deal for him.”
“He was my best friend,” said Dougal quietly. “And Voldemort tortured and raped him. I hope you’ve come up with a good plan to get us all in position so we can destroy him once and for all because he will die tomorrow. I swear it.”
*****
“Now, to get to the gates, we have to go through the forest. This, unfortunately, is the werewolves’ domain, so we’ll have to cut them down. The archers will be using silver tipped arrows and the elves will be using their magic to trap the werewolves,” said Harry, pointing to the forested area on the map. “The vampires are guarding the manor at these points. Best way to dispatch them is a sword or arrow through the heart or beheading.” Hermione and Ron openly cringed at that. “The wards don’t extend to the grounds, only the manor, so once we’ve dispatched the werewolves and vampires, that only leaves the Death Eaters, dementors, and old snake-face. Severus has created a potion that should help everyone get through the wards without me having to escort them. Severus?”
Severus stepped over to the table behind him and removed the sheet hiding the contents. Sitting on the table were over a hundred phials of potions. “As Harry previously said, these potions should get you through the wards without Harry’s presence. The drawback is there is a time limit. You only have three minutes to get past the wards, so you have to drink the potion pretty much right before you step through. If you break or lose your potion, you’re just stuck outside.”
“Uh, professor, how does the potion get us past the barrier? What’s in it?” asked Hermione, looking at the potions curiously.
“Each potion has a drop of Harry’s blood, of course,” said Severus calmly, ignoring the disgusted look on Hermione and Ron’s face. “That’s why you only have three minutes to get past the wards. Once you drink the potion, the blood in the potion is metabolized into the body and promptly mutated. Unfortunately, the mutated blood is no longer effective. The potion, however disgusted you may be at drinking someone else’s blood, is the only way to get such a large group past the wards simultaneously.”
“Any questions?” asked Harry. No one moved a muscle. “Good. It’s time to start this. Our fae allies will be providing the portals. Swordsmen, you’re up first. The blades aren’t silver, but they’ll damage the wolves enough to get everyone through. Let’s go.”
Severus handed out the potions until they were all gone. Harry walked to Lucius and Draco and nodded his head. Lucius opened a portal and the three stepped through. Twenty more portals immediately opened and soon the sounds of battle could be heard all around.
Harry, Lucius, and Draco stepped into the forest and readied their swords. Seeing the manor in the distance, they headed towards the imposing building. Three steps in that direction and a huge, snarling black wolf lunged at them. Fortunately, Taryn’s shield snapped into place, causing the werewolf to bounce back thus giving Lucius enough time to plunge his silver dagger into the animal’s heart.
By the time they had made it half way to the manor, the seemingly never-ending barrage of werewolf attacks had started to dwindle down. Werewolf carcasses were scattered along the forest floor while a few angry werewolves were immobilised in a prison of trees. Harry directed one of the fae archers to carry their dead allies back home, and gestured for everyone else to follow him.
They had almost made to the edge of the forest when Fenrir Greyback stepped into their path, eyes a murderous blood red. Having seen the shield protecting Harry, Greyback lunged at Draco instead. Instinctively calling his magic, Harry sent a sharpened twig spiraling through the air, finding a target in Greyback’s thigh and making the werewolf falter in his attack.
Greyback howled and ripped the large splinter out of his thigh, growling menacingly at Harry. “Pretty little Potter thinks he’s big enough to take on the Dark Lord. You can’t even take me, little kitten,” he taunted the elf.
“Really? And you think you’re the Big Bad Wolf? Sorry, puppy, but I’m no Little Red Riding Hood. You bite me, and I’ll bite back,” drawled Harry flashing his lengthened fangs and claws.
“My, my, what big teeth you have,” said Greyback mockingly, trying to goad Harry into acting.
“I can see why you’re impressed,” said Harry dismissively. “You apparently still have a lot of growing up to do. Why don’t you go gnaw on a bone or something?” He ignored the awed looks Lucius and Draco were giving him. After all, they’d never witnessed the little Gryffindor sound so condescendingly Slytherin.
“Why you little brat, I’ll kill you,” snarled Greyback. “I’ll feast on your flesh and snack on your bones for that.”
“You and what army?” mocked Harry, crossing his arms insolently. “You were foolish to follow a man that has tried to kill a child on several occasions, yet never succeeded. If the so-called great Dark Lord couldn’t kill me, what the hell makes you think you can?”
Greyback didn’t answer verbally. He simply swiped futilely at the shield that protected Harry, watching for a weakness in the armor. He finally saw his chance. Knocking Lucius and Draco away from Harry, Greyback managed to get behind Harry where the shield didn’t protect the boy. Lunging towards Harry’s unprotected back, Greyback was completely surprised when a pair of black wings knocked him several feet away.
“Your just full of tricks, aren’t you little kitten?” growled Greyback, rising to his feet and crouching to attack again.
“You just don’t get it,” said Harry softly. “I don’t have time to play with you.” Harry waved his hand and several vines burst from the ground, wrapping around Greyback’s ankles and climbing slowly up the struggling werewolf’s body. In less than ten minutes, Greyback was wrapped head to toe in vines, looking like a nature-based mummy. “Let’s go Lucius, Draco.”
*****
“My Lord, P-potter has g-gathered an army, a-and they are o-on the a-attack,” stuttered Pettigrew, bowing low before Voldemort. “H-he has a-an army of f-fae and elves. R-right now they a-are in the f-forest.”
“Potter hasss finally come to me,” hissed Voldemort smugly. “He won’t get passst the Dementorsss. They are hisss true weaknesss.”
The doors slammed open and Crabbe, Sr. ran into the room. “My Lord, Potter is right outside the manner and the vampires are losing. What should we do?”
“I will releassse the Dementorsss,” hissed Voldemort. “Potter will falter under the force of hisss memoriesss. Even if he doesss get passst them, it will be too late. My minionsss will already be here to take them down.”
*****
The vampires had a distinct disadvantage in the fight. They relied too heavily on their familiars to transport them, thinking the enemies reflexes would be too slow to defend. Unfortunately for them, they failed to realise that elves were sneaky little buggers with very sharp reflexes. A vampire would teleport behind an elf only for the elf to fade into the shadows and plunge a sword into the vampire’s heart. It was really too bad that this group of vampires was a little thick because over half of them met this fate before they finally caught on. Then they decided to attack head on. Of course, this didn’t work out so well for them either, but they got an E for effort.
Harry watched as Lucius swung his sword, sending a vampire’s head flying through the air. He felt a distinct chill in the air and pulled his wand in preparation. He knew what was coming. As the Dementors descended upon the manor, enemies and allies both fell to floor as they’re worst memories rolled through their minds. Harry pulled his happiest memories around him- finding out he was having a daughter, seeing his mother and Sirius again, having Lucius and Draco say ‘I love you, Harry,’ and forging a good relationship with Severus- and shouted out, “Expecto Patronum!”
The familiar ghostly stag shot out of Harry’s wand, but before the connection broke completely, another surge of magic shot through the wand. Harry’s Stag Patronus suddenly split and another Patronus emerged in the shape of a large Grim-like dog. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Remus stared at the new Patronus in shock. It seemed as though Padfoot would run tonight.
As the shock of seeing Padfoot once again wore off, several other Expecto Patronum’s rang in the night, forcing the Dementors to flee. Once the last Dementor had disappeared, Harry watched tearfully as the dog cocked his head at Harry and seemed to smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh a little because that was exactly what Sirius would do. He rubbed his belly and whispered, “Thank you, Taryn,” as the Patronus disappeared.
*****
“Sire, they have driven away the Dementors,” said Crabbe, Sr., bowing his head. He tensed in preparation of the cruciatus curse because he knew he would be punished for Potter’s success against the Dementors.
Voldemort hissed in fury. “Crucio!” he yelled, aiming his wand at the man in front of him. He watched gleefully as Crabbe writhed and screamed in agony. Finally breaking the spell, Voldemort kicked Crabbe as he passed. “They can’t get into the manor becaussse of the blood wardsss. They’re ssstuck out there with no way in. Sssummon my followersss, Wormtail. They can play with Potter outssside.”
“Yes, milord,” said Wormtail, holding out his arm for Voldemort to summon his other followers.
*****
Knowing that Voldemort would summon the remaining Death Eaters, Harry ordered thirty men to stay outside. The rest would follow him into the manor. He held Lucius and Draco’s hand and walked through the front door. The manor was surprisingly silent for a place being attacked. Harry was expecting to hear shouting and see people running, but none of that occurred. They surprised Avery as he left the library, holding several books in his arms. He was so surprised to see them, they managed to stun and bind the man before he managed to utter a single word.
Gabriel took out Lestrange and Parkinson with one blow. Apparently, they hadn’t been notified that the manor was under siege, and they were busy connecting to each other. They really should have known better than that, considering the lives they chose to lead. Harry just shuddered in disgust, trying not to lose what little lunch he’d managed to eat. He felt the need to claw out his eyes after witnessing Lestrange and Parkinson on top of each other with their dicks in each other’s mouths. The nausea just got worse when Gabriel cut them in half and he saw intestines peeking out.
They continued down the hall until they came to a set of double doors. Harry knew exactly who was inside. Throwing open the doors, Harry stalked inside like he owned the place. He let the others take care of Pettigrew and Crabbe and continued towards Voldemort. “The prophesied son has returned. Did you miss me?” asked Harry mockingly, laughing at the shock on Voldemort’s face.