Harry Potter Harry Potter and the Endless Night

The Ero-Sennin

The Eyes of Heaven
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Balancing her wand on two fingers, Pansy watched the circle of spiders close closer and closer to Harry and Hermione. She didn’t think that the giant spiders would be so effective, but here they were.

“Ahuhuhuhu! When you feed on them, my little pets, make sure you do it slowly,” she instructed, “I want them to savor it!”

As Pansy giggled, Hermione glanced back to Harry. “This is the part where we switch to heavier firepower, correct?”

Harry had already swapped out his gloves for the fingerless riders, and was tugging a length of wire from the right hand glove with his teeth. “Absolutely.”

Hermione nodded and whipped off her robe, throwing it into the face of a large spider in front of her, while calling out, “Accio Stechkin!”

The moment the robe landed upon the spider’s face, there was a rapid burst of gunfire, and a very large hole was blown into the robe and the spider’s face underneath it. The sound alone, alien to Pansy, caused her to jump a bit in fright, before she saw the spiders closest to Harry suddenly come apart in messy chunks of viscera spewing spider body parts.

She stared even as chunks of spider rained to the ground at her feet. “Ah…?”

Harry’s robe, also carved up nicely, fell away from his body, revealing his proper butler attire. Behind him, Hermione stood dressed in her gray victorian maid uniform and white apron combo. In one hand she had her wand, in the other she held an automatic pistol.

“Remember your training, Hermione, and let’s clean up this mess,” Harry instructed.

“Of course, sir,” Hermione replied.

Harry flicked his hands, and the wires sang as they moved through the air, the thin strands of metal passing cleanly even through the largest spiders as they mindlessly attacked him. Behind him, Hermione aimed and fired with an air of calmness, the gun barely recoiling as it put entire magazines worth of blessed silver into the faces of the larger spiders per burst, or completely blew apart the smaller ones that fell under the weight of metal thrown at them.

Several Acromantulas attempted to drop from the trees, their deadly fangs bared, but without even looking Harry swung a hand up and to his left. The wires followed his hand’s motion, slicing through the horse-sized spiders and the trees behind them.

When he brought his hand back, the wire caught the bisected logs and swung them down to crash upon more of the Acromantulas on the ground. A swaying motion of his hands sent the garrote through the fallen trees and spiders alike.

As Pansy watched the display in surprise, the spider that cuddled the side of her face suddenly exploded into a mess, and she looked forward to see Hermione walking towards her with the gun in her hand aimed for her face.

Pansy reached up and wiped away some of the messy remains of the spider, her expression otherwise blithe. “A Muggle gun, in a wizard’s duel?”

“They’re more helpful than you think!” Hermione declared before firing at Pansy, who wandlessly cast a shield charm that deflected the bullets away from her.

That was not something Pansy should’ve been able to do, the ever intelligent Hermione immediately realized, but kept up the fire to keep Pansy on the defensive.

After deflecting a second burst, Pansy began to use her wand, holding it forth to keep the shield charm spell up against Hermione’s relentless barrage.

As Hermione walked closer to Pansy, still firing, the latter wandlessly cast a disarming charm to remove the former of her weapon, but Hermione narrowly dodged the pulse that came at her and fired again, forcing Pansy to deflect the shots with another shield charm.

When the shield charm came up, Hermione swung her wand, casting a feather-light charm, and then sprang up much higher than a witch ought to be able to.

Swinging her feet up, Hermione drove both into the abdomen of a spider hanging dead off its web after being sliced by Harry, then kicked off it to get over and behind Pansy, stopping herself against a tree.

Pansy’s gaze had followed Hermione and she jumped aside from the gunshots, before throwing a blasting charm at Hermione and the tree.

Hermione was fast enough to leap away from the spell and the shrapnel flung by the tree as it exploded into splinters. On the ground, Pansy giggled as she fired another blasting charm, forcing Hermione to move again.

One, two, and then three trees exploded, and Pansy laughed while Hermione leaped from trunk to branch to avoid them. “Run like a monkey, mudblood!”

It was only then that she remembered that she was fighting someone else, and when she happened to look back for that other person, she found Harry’s expensive shoe-clad foot coming straight for her face.

The kick connected, and Pansy went flying with a small spray of blood trailing behind her. Landing hard on the ground, Pansy looked up just in time to see Hermione come down and land atop her, both feet driving into her stomach and knocking the wind and no small amount of blood out of her mouth.

“Ook, ook, eek, eek, slag,” Hermione sneered.

When Hermione aimed the pistol at her face, she was suddenly caught in a levitation spell cast by Neville, who had recovered the wind he lost. “B-Bollocks!”

She used the recoil of the Stechkin to then push herself out of the way of the killing curse Neville then fired at her. Looked like she had to deal with him before she could handle Pansy. Hopefully, Harry would leave enough pieces for her.

Turning around in the air, she fired her Stechkin, propelling herself directly above Neville, before turning around and firing a stunning spell at him. “Up here, Neville!”

Neville smartly aimed upward and fired the Killing Curse, which the weightless Hermione narrowly dodged by firing her Stechkin again, and the green bolt of death shot skyward through the trees.

Pansy kicked up onto her feet, in time to see Harry coming at her with wires trailing behind her hands.

Pansy waved her wand and then was gone with a pop, Harry’s wires cutting through the puff of smoke left behind.

“Apparition, blasting curses, wandless casting…!” Harry spoke to himself as he swung the wires about, cutting through all of the trees around him.

The trees came apart as if exploded, and Pansy was revealed, disapparating and apparating among the wires and wood with a mocking grin on her face. Soon as she reappeared safe out of the range of the wires, she summoned all of Harry’s knives to herself, the blades levitating around her before she sent a large batch of them straight for the Boy-Who-Obeyed.

Harry’s wires appeared to levitate around him, yet moved with the slightest twitches of his fingers, deflecting the projectiles away with him with the same ease his Grandfather could deflect bullets.

“Come now, ickle Harry!” Pansy taunted as she sent another wave of his own knives back at him. “Surely you can fight a little girl!”

Harry deflected the knives again, and as the metal was scattered away from his face, Pansy apparated inside of their deadly reach, stabbing at him with one of his knives.

Harry evaded the stab and slashed with the wires, and Pansy disapparated again before apparating above and behind him to throw the knife at his back.

The knife, however, was suddenly wrapped up in numerous wires and in the same instant so was Pansy herself, the wires catching her arms and legs and holding her still in the air above the path.

“Oh!” Pansy gasped in surprise much in the way one would be surprised to see an unexpected person in a casual setting. She struggled against the wires, but they held taut, and blood began to seep through her clothes from where they dug into her skin.

“Forgive the pun, as I welcome you to my parlor,” Harry said as he turned to face her, while smartly adjusting his tie. “As you enjoy your stay, allow me to clarify a misconception of yours…”

With a flick of his wrist, Pansy was yanked forward and swung through the air, smashing into the side of a tree.

“I have no problem fighting a little girl.”

Another move drove her into another tree, a painful-sounding crack echoing from the tree with her yelp.

“I have no problem killing a child.”

With the slightest twitch of his pinky, Harry dragged Pansy through branches and bounced her off various trees, and then with a raising of his middle finger plunged her into the ground with a thud.

“Because before you are a girl or even a child, you are a witch, and despite my own power in that regard it is my sworn duty to dispose of trash like you.”

He pulled his hand back, and like a broken marionette, Pansy was pulled upward to stand on her knees.

“And I am very thorough with my work.”

After a moment, Pansy lifted her head. She was still wearing that vapid smile, as though what she’d been through hadn’t remotely affected her. “Those muggles trained you right, Harry Potter.”

Harry adjusted his glasses, and began walking towards Pansy. “That will be enough from you. Now hold still.”

The wires around Pansy’s neck held her head up a little higher, he needed to see her eyes before he decided on what he’d do next. He needed to be absolutely sure before sending Pansy home to her parents in different parcels.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Pansy replied gamely before giggling.

Harry grabbed her face, but before he could look closer in the darkness, a burning pain hit him right in his forehead. It was the scar, but it burned hotter and harder than any pain he ever experienced–moreso than the taser training he’d received when he was six.

His wires went slack, as he shot his palm to his forehead, the pain’s intensity growing until it became paralyzing.

As the wires slackened and freed her, Pansy thrust her wand forward to rest against his chest. “Crucio.”

And then even the piercing pain from his forehead was a drop in the bucket compared to the agony that graced every inch of his body. At the very least he did not scream even when the reflex called for it, but he did crumble to the ground a convulsing heap.

Lowering her wand to keep it pointed at him, Pansy began to pant as she struggled to keep her arm held up. It, like much of her body now, had been severely injured. Bones broken, muscles torn, it was a feat that she was still standing.

“Crucio,” she commanded again, and Harry arched his back off the ground as mind-rending pain flared through him again.

Pansy kept the wand pointed at him. “This is it? This is what pins down Harry Potter? The Vampire Hunter? The Madman of St. Mungos?”

She sighed. “This is like taking dragons from a half-giant.”

“So it was you!” Hermione suddenly shouted.

She was then shot in the left leg. Ow. When Pansy turned, there was Hermione marching towards her with one gun raised. Pansy looked up, what happened to Neville? Oh, he was petrified. And Hermione was stalking towards her with murder in her eyes–oh dear. In that instant, Hermione fired several more times, shooting her wand from her hand, hitting both her arms, and putting a bullet into her right side.

“Snitches get stitches, bitch!” she shouted on reaching Pansy, and raising a boot-clad right foot to kicked her in the chest. With a loud thump, Pansy’s body collided with the tree and went limp against it.

The pain from the Cruciatus Curse vanished instantly, though the pain in his forehead lingered. Fortunately, two hits of the worst pain curse in creation made it little more than an afterthought now.

“Wow… that… that’s going to be part of exposure training from now on…” he managed as he got back up.

“Are you all right?” Hermione said as she kept her weapon trained on Pansy.

“No worries, it’s nothing a cup of tea won’t cure,” Harry replied as he got up and dusted himself off. “On that note…”

He looked over to Pansy. “She’s under Imperius, Neville too.”

Hermione lowered her implements of monster hunting. “That does explain some things.”

“Quite,” Harry said grimly.

“Oh Lord…” Hermione began in horror at the idea she may have been hurting an innocent person, before she stopped. “Wait, was she Imperiused before or after she defaced my book?”

“Definitely after,” Harry said.

Hermione’s horror reversed. “Well! In that case I regret nothing.”

“How wretched,” Pansy said as she lay broken and battered against her tree. “To take such a tone against a girl taken advantage of.”

Harry and Hermione turned to find that Pansy had a flask to her lips. “Unforgivable… she knows not what she does.”

Harry prepared his wires, as he watched the flask near her lips. The pain from his scar, however, became an unfortunate distraction at that point, however… offering Pansy just the time she needed to knock back a gulp of whatever it was that the flask contained.

Upon downing the liquid, a flash of revulsion coursed through her, followed by a simply awful feeling that crawled to every corner of her body as the liquid drained down her throat. She wrenched the flask from her lips and coughed, spraying flecks of silvery liquid all over the ground in front of her, and causing Hermione to recoil in shock.

“That’s…!” Hermione looked from the silvery liquid on the ground to Pansy… who was now perfectly healthy again, any sign of injury absent save for where the bullets went into her clothes. “Oh bollocks.”

“Did she just drink Unicorn’s blood?” Harry asked.

“She did,” Hermione lamented back.

“Well, that’s not good,” Harry decided.

“I’ll have you know that it was actually delicious,” Pansy lied.

Harry saw through it. “I can’t imagine magic horse blood being anything short of vile.”

Pansy chose to come clean. “Well, all right I’ll concede. It’s actually the most horrific thing I’ve ever consumed and I want to die.”

Hermione aimed the Stechkin at the still blithe Pansy’s forehead. “Request approved.”

A flash from the forest to their right then struck Hermione’s gun hand, launching the Stechkin from her grip and to the ground. As she attempted to bring her wand up, more disarming charms hit and removed it from her grip.

Harry fared little better, divested of his own wand in deluge of disarming charms, he attempted to summon up his garrotes, only for another charm to take control of the wires, sending them winding around both him and Hermione before pulling the two of them tightly together back to back.

A tall, cloaked apparition stepped from behind the tree, and turned its hooded head towards the two Hellsing Agents/Hogwarts Students.

“We finally meet,” the robed figure said.

Harry, surprisingly, was having none of it. “Come off it, Quirrell, I’m not a bell end. I know it’s you.”

“Quirrell?” The figure asked. “I’m afraid you have me mistaken for someone else.”

The man bowed politely. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Littlefinger.”

“You mean like the man in the book?” Hermione asked.

“Quite, a charming piece of muggle literature, that,” Littlefinger returned.

Harry turned and stared at Hermione, startled at her… precocious taste in books.

“Now then, impressive as you pair are… it’s time for the kid gloves to come off, pun intended,” Littlefinger went on. “Before we kill you, you are going to come forth with some very helpful information for us.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. What could they want? Whatever Fluffy was protecting? The location of Hellsing Manor? The secret behind the Queen’s ardent refusal to die?

Hermione then asked. “What would that be?”

“You are going to tell me the true identity of The Crimson Fucker, and what it will take to bring him here.”

It became so silent that one could hear a werewolf laughing in Brazil.

When the long beat passed, Hermione gave Littlefinger a strange look. “Are… are you a crazy person?”

Harry was similarly stunned. “You… you want to use us… to lure him here?”

Littlefinger chuckled. “Yes, the man who slaughtered my Dark Lord… the one under the employ of your Hellsing organization… I want him.”

“Look, mate, if you’re in that much of a hurry to die, please, untie us and we’ll kill you here on the spot. No sense in waiting thirty minutes to be splattered all over the forest,” Harry insisted.

Littlefinger found that perturbing. “No, I-”

“We’ll make it as gruesome and humiliating as you like,” Hermione added.

“What are you on abo-” Littlefinger failed to get a word in edgewise.

“Or, we can get you some proper help. There’s a muggle suicide help hotline that works wonders-”

“Enough!” Littlefinger snapped. “If you’re not going to tell me, then we will have to torture it from you.”

He rolled up his left sleeve and revealed a rather wicked tattoo of a skull with a basilisk emerging from its mouth. He then pressed his wand to the mark, and in an instant there was a set of nine pops behind him–eight men and one woman wearing black suits, robes, gold masks, and tall pointy hats.

Hermione looked to Harry in shock. “Death Eaters!”

“Quite, more people enthusiastic about dying horribly,” Harry said before nodding to the white-haired Death Eater third from Littlefinger’s right. “Good evening, Mr. Malfoy.”

That Death Eater in question went to pull his fancy wand from his cane and fling a hex at Harry, when the Death Eater at his left held out an arm, and gestured for him to chill.

Hermione was suddenly rather quiet, staring with a tranquil fury at the white-haired Death Eater as if he had just been party to the death of her parents–oh wait.

Littlefinger chuckled. “Now then, how would you like to spend the next several hours being tortured until you tell us everything we want to hear about The Crimson Fucker?”

Hermione snapped out of her rage trance, and then looked back to Harry. “They’re all crazy people.”

Harry nodded. “Look, we’ll tell you everything you need to hear. We’ll even tell you where you can find him right now.”

“He gave us precise instructions for in case anyone asked,” Hermione said.

Littlefinger pointed a wand at Harry. “Where is he right now then, Potter?”

“At this moment?” Harry hummed. What were Alucard’s instructions again? Oh yes.

“Balls deep in yer Mum,” he and Hermione said together.

“They appear to have chosen torture,” Littlefinger stated as he pointed his wand at Hermione. “A pity…”

“I was hoping to get my answers and dispose of you wretched brats right away,” Hermione said.

“I was hoping to get my answers and dispose of you wretched brats right away,” Littlefinger repeated, before he caught what she said. “Wait, what?”

Harry nodded. “Ah, she did the thing.”

“What thing?!” Littlefinger repeated.

“That thing where she’s completely outmaneuvered you lot without you realizing it,” Harry explained. “It means that she’s gotten you all right where she wants you.”

The other Death Eaters shared confused looks.

“You’re joking, you’re tightly bound. You can’t reach your weapons, you’re utterly helpless.”

“As I understand it, at some point she figures out people so completely that she even knows exactly what they’re going to say before they say it,” Harry said.

“That’s correct,” Hermione said before adding. “Preposterous, no one is that prescient.”

“Preposterous, no one is that prescient!” Littlefinger argued, before his mouth fell open in disbelief.

“It’s more an indictment against you, than praise for her,” Harry said, “Because it means you’ve missed something vital that she’s done to foil your plans.”

“What could I have missed?!” Littlefinger demanded.

Harry smiled. “If I had to guess, it’d be the Half Giant she summoned to smash the lot of you with a log.”

At that moment, a projectile log about as big as the massive tree that the two were bound around came crashing through the trees, scattering the Death Eaters and Littlefinger with a mighty crash. Through the chaos caused by the thrown log, one of the Death Eaters immediately fired a curse at the two children, but missed–succeeding only in cutting clean through the wires holding the two of them up and letting them free.

Another Death Eater, the lone female of the group, turned to him aghast. “Where are you aiming, wanker?!”

The clumsy Death Eater looked at his wand then at her. “I have no idea what happened, I think my wand may be defective. Give me a moment.”

He then cast a hex on the woman Death Eater, knocking her back into a tree. “No, seems to be in working order.”

Lucius pointed his wand at him. “What did you do that for?!”

“Wand test,” the clumsy oaf said before be swung his wand and used a shield charm to deflect a spell fired at him by the Malfoy Patriarch. “I don’t need to test it anymore, you can stop.”

“Are you stupid or insane? We’re supposed to be attacking our enemies!” Lucius said as he struck with another hex.

The curse turned into a shower of lights, cracking the golden mask he wore and knocking off his tall cone hat, revealing ink-black hair. The gold mask split and fell off, revealing a second black mask covering half of the man’s face–with long tear-like streaks that ran down his cheeks.

“That’s exactly right,” The Half-Blood Prince said before he struck Lucius tumbling with a curse of his own.

Harry, who’d returned to his normal gloves, quickly let fly two more knives, striking down a third Death Eater who attempted to hit The Half-Blood Prince with a curse of their own. “I beg your pardon, helpful Dark Wizard?”

“Now Harry, there’s no time for pleasantries,” The Half-Blood Prince said, “Not when there’s Death Eaters to kill.”

Harry immediately dropped the attempted inquiry. “Quite.”

Hermione had forgone it entirely, recovering her wand and Stechkin and immediately hitting a fourth Death Eater who turned their wand on her with a blasting charm. As he recoiled, she riddled him with the Stechkin as she walked towards where Lucius lay with purpose in her stride and fire in her eyes.

As the Half-Blood Prince turned away from the girl, he noticed and then narrowly avoided a flash of light hurled at him by Littlefinger, who leveled his wand at him. “Before I rend you to sundered flesh, enlighten me–who are you?”

“Who am I?” The Half-Blood Prince asked in turn. He then whipped his wand forward, and fired a hex that struck Littlefinger and sent him flipping end over end to crash bodily into a tree.

“Fuck you, that’s who,” The Half-Blood Prince replied.

“Wicked,” Harry declared.

“Yes, but unfortunately it won’t be that simple-!” The Half-Blood Prince was interrupted by being right; the roots of the tree that Littlefinger had impacted came to life, rising out of the ground to spear through the masked-wizard’s chest.

The Half-Blood Prince disapparated clear of the first root, and reappeared atop the other as it sailed past his position. Slashing with his wand, he cut the roots at their base and ran along them towards Littlefinger, who had pushed himself off the tree. “Go help Hagrid!”

Harry almost wanted to argue against what was shaping up to be an epic showdown, but decided against it when he saw what Hagrid was up to. The half-giant had picked up his log and was using it to belt a fifth Death Eater over the treetops. He was taking quite a few hexes and curses from two other Death Eaters in the process, and that would not do.

Harry drew four more knives in each hand, and after taking careful aim jumped and threw them. Curving through the air, they struck home on Death Eater number six

“Thanks, Harry!” Hagrid called out before he swung the log around and turned the wounded Death Eater into a red paste that got everywhere, including on the seventh Death Eater and Harry. “Aw, sorry lad.”

“Not a problem,” Harry insisted, before he dodged a green bolt fired at him by the seventh Death Eater. “Reengaging!”

Wand held tightly like a knife, The Half-Blood Prince reached Littlefinger and slashed at the Dark Wizard, succeeding in cutting through the tree as Littlefinger disapparated clear of the strike.

The Half-Blood Prince, letting out an annoyed sound as he avoided the bolt, twirled his wand and cast another powerful hex at Littlefinger, who thrust his hand out this time and batted it away before taking aim with his own wand and unleashing a green stream of pure death at him.

The Half-Blood Prince apparated to avoid it. As he appeared, he taunted him. “I must say I am impressed! Where on Earth were they hiding a wizard like you? You’re almost competent!”

“Would you believe that I’ve been living like a rat for over a decade?!” Littlefinger informed The Half-Blood Prince as he conjured up four large blades and launched them at the masked man. Each one homed in on their target, only to be sliced to ribbons by The Half-Blood Prince’s cutting spell.

The blades then simply folded themselves into smaller, faster blades that homed in on The Half-Blood Prince from different directions. “My question is how can such a brilliant wizard go against us?!”

With a flick of his wand, The Half-Blood Prince deflected the storm of blades, sending them into various trees, the ground, and the buttocks of the Death Eater in the middle of flinging curses at Harry.

“Ow, my arse!” The Death Eater shouted before Harry put knives through his neck, heart, and other major points of his circulatory system. “Ow, my life!”

“It’s hard to follow a man who can’t keep his word. I mean, seriously, you ask him to not kill one person. Just one, and he says he won’t, but then he just up and does it,” The Half-Blood Prince replied.

The Half-Blood Prince sighed, and then began walking towards Littlefinger. “I mean, can you willingly tie yourself to anyone who would betray you like that, Littlefinger?”

Littlefinger hummed at that. “That’s not fair, he may have had a good reason to. Like he thought that you’re a cunt and didn’t care about your feelings in the least?”

The Half-Blood Prince immediately lashed out with his wand, only for Pansy to dive in and deflect it with a shield charm. As the Half-Blood Prince prepared to fire another curse, he hesitated as Littlefinger cowered behind her like cover.

“Ha, you’re not as ruthless as you fancy yourself, are you?!” Littlefinger mocked before Pansy completed the Apparition charm and both vanished.

Lowering the wand, The Half-Blood Prince sneered. “Oh, that was very good of you, old sport… I hope we see one another again soon.”

Perhaps next time there would be more students present for the Class of ‘88 reunion.

“Oi, Prince,” Hagrid called out. “What ‘appened?”

“He escaped, took the young Miss Parkinson with him,” The Half-Blood Prince returned before turning to face him and Harry.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “Well, smashing this little ring of followers is still a plus. I’m sure Professor Dumbledore will be quite pleased to have a half dozen dead dark wizards to present to the Aurors.”

Hagrid had a look around. “They ain’t all dead, are they?”

“I hope not, we need at least one for questioning,” Harry said before he heard the loud chops of a Stechkin APS on full auto, and the scream of a Death Eater in agony. “Oh bollocks.”

“Bollocks indeed,” Hermione agreed as she stood over a grievously wounded Lucius Malfoy, who was curled up into a ball and screaming through his clenched teeth.

“Hermione, what did you do?” Harry asked as he, Hagrid, and the Half-Blood Prince approached.

Hermione looked over at him. “Well originally, I was going to tell him that he killed my parents and that he should prepare to die, and then I would shoot him. However, as I struggled to find words to say that weren’t already spoken by Inigo Montoya, I just became angrier, and angrier. Finally, with nothing really to say-”

“You emptied an entire magazine into his cock and balls,” The Half-Blood Prince observed.

Hermione nodded. “Yes, that is exactly what I did.”

The Half-Blood Prince struggled with this, before he sighed. “Well, if I ever needed the motivation to take up Albus’ offer, I have just received it.”

“What do we do wit’ ‘im, then?” Hagrid said of the whimpering Lucius.

“I’ve had my fill,” Hermione admitted, with great satisfaction.

“Oh I’m sure Professor Dumbledore and Auror Moody would love to hear more about Lucius’ version of these events,” The Half-Blood Prince suggested.

“Agreed,” Harry said. “Now let’s scoop up Neville and go get him fixed up.”

With her bloodlust quenched (for the moment) and the subject of classmates broached, Hermione looked around as she realized something amiss. “Hey, where’s Ron?”

Hagrid had the answer to that. “Ah left ‘im with Fang, the lad should be safe. That I know I’m right abou’.”

At that moment, a terrified Fang came charging by, yelping loudly.

“Oh fer fuck’s sake, Fang!” Hagrid shouted after him.


He was furious. After so much hard work and preparation, the small number that were to be His new elite, His new Knights of Walpurgis had been dashed and annihilated by The-Boy-Who-Served, the Mudblood, and the murderous interloper who’d been following Him since that fateful Halloween. He had already been beset by enough setbacks, and this was the second worst of this year.

But as He stalked through the Forbidden Forest in a snarling huff, silvery blood dripping from His lips, He suddenly realized that tonight didn’t have to be a total loss. No, not when the dear friend of The-Boy-Who-Bowed was right there, an easy target for His wrath. Crouching in the undergrowth, the creature that long lost its right to be considered human got into position, and began to stalk towards His prey.

At the edge of a clearing close to the lake, Ron waited quietly–if anxiously–for the return of Hagrid and the others. The flash of green light that had apparently been their signal had come after cracks of gunfire and the sound of trees toppling, and it had sent Hagrid off on a particularly violent warpath to assist them.

Since then, Ron waited with Fang, who didn’t want to be in the forest anymore than he did. Not when there were giant spiders about. Unicorn blood drinking monsters he could handle. Maybe werewolves and dragons, too. Spiders? No, he could not handle it, he would not.

“Fang, you keep close to me, okay?” Ron asked as the dark underbrush moved with the wind, creating an eerie rustling sound all around him.

He looked around, scanning the darkness for any sign of trouble. “I hope there aren’t any spiders…”

Even as he asked that, a dark shape rose from the brush behind him, stretching and elongating until it towered over the boy and his giant friend’s dog.

Fang turned his head to lick Ron’s hand reassuringly, when he saw out the corner of his eye the dark shape extending a cloak-shrouded hand towards the back of Ron’s neck. Seeing this terrifying, wraith-like specter, Fang did the only thing the Boarhound could do in this situation… he took off with such speed that Ron was nearly pulled off his feet–and lost the lead.

“Ah! Fang!” Ron shouted after the dog in vain, before he felt a chill down his spine and slowly turned around to find a cloaked monstrosity of a figure looming over him with an outstretched hand.

A deathly rattle left the creature’s throat, as He stepped towards the frozen with terror Ron. The boy’s expression of fear was exquisite, it would be the perfect deathmask for him to wear when his little friends came upon his lifeless corpse.

“Boy, death approaches…” He wheezed at Ron, causing flecks of silvery blood to fall from His lips and down the front of the cloak that encased the mangled thing He called a body.

Upon seeing the droplets of silver, Ron realized what he was looking at. This creature, this monster, was the unicorn killer that they’d been looking for! His eyes growing wider, Ron stared at the creature as his fear drained from his body… or rather was evaporated-

By his unspeakable anger.

“Now,” He hissed as he reached for Ron’s neck, “Die-”

He was not quite aware of what happened, but suddenly the boy went from terrified, to surprised, and then to completely enraged. He was not quite aware of anything else immediately after, as Ron let out a yell and slammed his fist directly into where he was sure His face ought to have been.

For the briefest of instants, everything was perfectly still, and then with an echoing boom–like a cannon going off–the cloaked monstrosity was launched like a cannonball. There was more crashing, as He went through first some tree branches, then some trees, an unusually sturdy rock, part of a hill, and finally reached the open air of the lake… which He fell into with an inglorious splash.

Panting heavily, a bit of steam rising off his knuckles, Ron stood there in the punching position with a look of savage anger on his face… before just as quickly he stood upright and regained his composure. “It serves you right! My little sister adores unicorns, and I’ll never forgive anyone who messes with them!”

When he turned around, he found a dumbstruck Harry, Hermione, and Hagrid standing there, staring at him. Harry was carrying an unpetrified Neville over his shoulder, while Hagrid bore a struggling and quietly begging for death Lucius and the unconscious lady Death Eater who’d been first to be put down.

Staring back at them, Ron looked around, before he shrugged his shoulders. “Um… I think I got the unicorn killer, guys.”

Hermione just tilted her head to one side, as she looked from Ron to the path of destruction his punched projectile paved through the forest.

“There’s that Prewett Madness I was tellin’ yeh about,” Hagrid said with a bit of pride. “Th’ boy takes right after ‘is Mum!”

Hermione tilted her head back the other way, that earlier fascination with Ron’s physical strength now back in full force.

Harry needed a moment more, before he said the first words that came to his mind.

“You’re hired.”

Ron was a tad confused by that. “I’m what?”
 

Prince Charon

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#27
Huh. You have my interest, but now I have to go back and read it from the start.

EDIT: Yeah, this is good, even if I needed to copy-paste the older chapters to Search-and-Replace all the weird symbol-sequences that replaced proper punctuation when we moved from the old forum.
 
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