Here is another chapter for all of you. I hope you enjoy this. Reviews are welcome. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.

It was nighttime when Harry finally saw the signal. Just before, he kept a critical eye on the castle. Helena was waiting patiently while Helga just snored lightly on Harry's head. Out of nowhere, the guard screamed out in pain.

"There it is," Harry grinned underneath his mask before apparating. He landed right behind the person, who was shaking his leg in fright. In a fluid movement, Harry pulled out his knife, grabbed the man with his free hand, and slit his throat. Blood gushed onto his clothes as the guard went limpless. Harry then pointed a finger at the sky.

"Lumos," he spoke and the tip of his finger lit up to show multiple dementor still hovering around them.

"Area must be warded," Harry thought to himself as he felt a familiar body slither up his leg. "( What's the area like? )"

"( It's quite large and expansive, but I managed to locate the hostages. I can guide you there, but there is a large guard roaming the underground dungeons. )" Tom reported, taking his place around Harry's right arm.

"( Good job. )" Harry replied before dashing down the stairs.

"{ Wait for me, you brat. }" Helena caught up to Harry. Harry just ignored her as he ran down the stairs. The stone steps were cracked and were crumbling every second or third step. Harry had to be careful not to twist his ankles in any of the holes or trip and break his neck. He jumped the last six steps and surveyed his surroundings. At the bottom of the steps, there was an seemingly endless hallway. The stones were vastly different from the ones in the steps. They were obivously well-kept and there wasn't a single speck of dust on them. The floor was flawless without a single stone or crevice in it. The pale lighting from various torches along the hallway seemed to enlarge the shadows, unsettling Harry.

"( Do I go straight? )" Harry asked, pulling out his knife and pistol. He heard a hiss from Tom and then, slowly advanced forward. His soft footsteps echoed within the hallway, which made the hair on the back of Harry's neck tingle. Even the oddly talkative Helena didn't even make a squak as she flew next to Harry. Then, he felt a presence behind him. Whipping around, he brandished his knife only to see his dimly-lit shadow. He just blinked for a moment before carefully walking backwards. Then, he felt his footing slip. Whipping his head down, he saw his foot on top of a pressure plate. A click could be heard echoing within the walls. Harry waited for a moment as his eyes kept an eye out for any unnatural movement.

"( You're too tense. Once you get past this point, you will be able to find the students. )" Tom hissed quietly, breaking Harry's intense concentration. Harry nodded his head before proceeding to walk forward. His pistol was pointed downwards being supported by his knife hand. As he walked through the hallway, the torches started to become more sparse, elongating the shadows. Soon, the shadows merged together and Harry reached the limit of the torches' light. He casted a spell to light up the hallway further, but he was only able to see about one yard in front of him.

"{ Harry, the light is too dim for me to see any further. Let me land on your shoulder. }" Helena requested. Harry nodded his head and the eagle landed on his left shoulder. Then, he stepped into the darkness. Nothing changed except that Harry's footsteps no longer made a sound.

"( Stop. )" Tom ordered and instantly, Harry stopped moving. He was tempted to question his familiar, but he then noticed something in the distance. It might not mean a lot in an area in complete darkness, but Harry could swear he saw the shadows twirling in place. They were twisting and coiling around each other like snakes. Harry squinted to focus more on the shadows before a bright light blinded Harry. He covered his eyes from the light before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Harry rubbed his eyes to try and get rid of the spots before looking around where he was. He was surprised to find himself inside a cage. It was similar to a dungeon cell, but it was clear it has been years since anyone has walls surrounded Harry as he stared at the bars of the cage in front of him. There was a set of chains - made of iron - discarded on the floor. It was connected to a broken part of the wall. When Harry looked through the hole, his breathing hitched slightly to see the ocean waves far below. He then examined the bars of his cage. Despite the orange coloring on the bars, there stood firm and strong. Harry then apparated himself outside of the age. He stood in the middle of a hallway with cells on each side as far as the eye could see. Then, Tom started to instruct Harry where to go. As he walked, his eyes noticed the chained skeletons in each cell. His flames of anger started to fester in his mind. Then, he finally saw a turn. He turned the corner to see a large cell right in front of him. He dashed behind cover, seeing two robed men guarding the cell. Their wands were ready at their hands. Lucky for Harry, the two didn't notice him, but the people closest to the bars did. They all cried out for help, making Harry inwardly scold himself for his mistake.

"Shut up, all of you, or else another one of you takes a killing curse," Harry heard a male voice. "Go check what's going on. If the Headmaster is here, the boss won't be happy." Harry braced his knife and gun before he saw a robed man appear. It was hard to distinguish much due to the robes covering their body except Harry could see the man was wearing brown boots and a death mask. He pulled up his pistol at the man's head and fired at point-blank range. The gunshot rang out within the enclosed space, scaring the Hogwarts personell and the other robed man.

"NEIL!" the man called out in fury while Harry just watched his victim fall lifelessly onto the ground; blood was leaking out of the two holes in his head. He then peeked around the corner to see the robed man clenching his wand tightly. He was barely able to go back behind cover in time to dodge a spell.

"{ Helena, I need my shoulder free. }" Harry told the eagle, who just nodded her head before flapping up.

"Face me, coward!," the man cried out before casting more spells. Harry could feel the impact of the spells and felt a bit of rubble land onto his shoulder. He looked up to see the ceiling shake. Harry unloaded his pistol before pocketing the ammo clip. He then cast a shield charm before running out of the corner to see a red spell coming straight for him. His shield charm protected him from the spell before pulled the trigger on his pistol multiple times. As expected, the man put up a shield charm to protect himself. This provided Harry with a few crucial moments. In one step, Harry flipped his knife into the standard grip. In the second step, Harry lunged at the man, who just disengaged his shield charm, with the knife aimed right for the head. In the final step, the man sidestepped Harry's lunge, but he took the time to aim his wand at Harry. With both feet on the ground, Harry used his free hand to grab the wand of the man and pointed it upwards. Surprised by this, the man tried to free his wand and with that, Harry pivotted around and stabbed his knife right into the heart of the man. The prisoners screamed in shock as the man fell to the ground, leaving his wand in Harry's hand. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry snapped the wand before letting it fall to the ground.

"S-S-S-Stay away from us," one of the people screamed out in fear as everyone retreated from the bars of the cell. Harry just looked at them before taking off his mask.

"Calm down, you idiots. I'm here to save all of you," Harry told them with a neutral expression on his face. He saw looks of recognition on the students' faces.

"Y-Y-You're Harry Potter," one of them exclaimed. Harry just nodded his head before putting on the mask. He then examined the body of the man before finding a set of keys. He then used it unlock the cell door.

"Listen up, I'm going to lead all of you out of here, so as long as you follow my instructions, I will get you out of here safely," Harry declared in a booming voice for everyone to hear as he loaded his pistol. He then motioned for everyone to start following him. He noticed Helena motioning for him to follow here and he did so.

"( Tom, are we going the right way? )" Harry whispered to his snake on his arm as he led everyone through the dungeon.

"( To get out is different from getting in. You will travel through a variety of halls before reaching a flight of stairs, which leads all the way back to the main corridor from before. Then, you just head back up, but be wary of the traps. )" Tom told his comrade just as Harry turned the corner just to see four people - similarly dressed as the two guarding the cell - walk out of a doorway.

"Stay back!" Harry shouted before dashing over to the group, who just noticed him. All four of them pulled out their wands, but Harry was a shot faster. He managed to get two shots before he had to cast a shield charm to block the curses heading towards him. He then charged the remaining duo and tackled one of them into the ground before whipping out his knife and lashing the other in the leg. He then shot the tackled enemy in the face before making a stab at the remaining's heart. To Harry's surprise, the man was able to dodge the strike asnd push Harry back with a spell. Harry grunted in pain when he crashed into the wall, but landed on his feet and fired his pistol. The last man collapsed onto the ground. Then, Harry looked at the other students. He motioned for them to follow him before his instincts screamed at him to move. He rolled away just to see a red, furred hand crack through the wall. He heard multiple screams of terror behind him and he knew what to do.

"Everyone, follow the eagle. Whoever is in this room will come after us," Harry ordered before he ran through the door. He found himself inside a large room. Above him, cages were dangling from the ceiling with people chained inside them. A single lantern was the only source of light within the entire room. When Harry looked closer, he could see skeletons with picked flesh lying inside the cages.

"What sick man could do such a thing?" Harry agged at the sight. It was then he felt a tremor behind him. Tilting his head, he saw a large, clawed hand close the door behind him.

"Welcome, youngling. It has been quite a while since a worthy prey has entered my dungeon," a voice echoed within the room.

"Who are you?" Harry demaned to know, getting into a fighting stance. His eyes scanned his surroundings to try and find the source of the voice.

"If you wish to know who I am, you will have to best me combat," Harry could pinpoint a voice. He fired two shots at where he presumed the person was.

"Why are you using such pitiful weaponry against me?" Harry heard the voice again as he felt heavy footsteps. His eyes widened in shock as a red werwolf walked into the light. The werewolf was large in size and his claws was long and sharp like a scapel. He was walking on his hind legs, which were the sizes of common tree trunks. The torso was filled with fur, but was one could still see the outline of mucle underneath. Harry instinctively stepped back as the werewolf stopped walking. He then lifted his hand before tilting it. Two crushed bullets fell to the ground, making a resounding clang when they hit the rock surface.

"I didn't expect to find a werwolf here especially one leading men to capture students of one of the three great Wizarding schools," Harry commented, sheathing his pistol as he flipped his knife in his hand.

"I am not leading those men. I am merely providing a suitable place to let them fulfill their duties. All you see above me are just food provided to sustain me," the werwolf stated before lunging at Harry. With his mind screaming at him, Harry rolled away, dodging the lunge, before looking behind him. His eyes just registered claws coming straight to his face. His cheek was slightly grazed as he dodged the swipe.

"Repulso," Harry shouted, pointing his finger at the werewolf. The werewolf was smashed into a wall, making a crater.

"Good, that's the spirit," Harry could hear the excitement dripping from the wolf monster, preparing his knife. To his surprise, he found himself face-to-face with the chest of the monster. He looked up to see clasped hands about to smash him into pieces. Harry side-stepped, dodging the smash, before plunging his knife into the eye of his unguarded opponent. Harry was shocked to see the werewolf just grab his wrist.

"You have quick reflexes, boy, but you fell right for my trap," the werewolf grinned before increasing the pressure on Harry's wirst. The masked teen clenched his teeth in pain as he felt his wrist about to snap in half. He was then hurled to the wall. The impact dislodged his mask as Harry cried out in pain. He fell face-first onto the floor before looking up. His blurry vision could faintly make out the werewolf coming closer to him. Forcing himself onto his feet, he felt some of his ribs snap, causing him to grunt in extreme pain.

"Oh, you're having your familiars fight for you as well. No matter, the more the merrier," Harry heard the werewolf exclaim in glee. He snapped his head in shock before seeing Tom and Helga pounce at the large creature. Hoping to maximize the time he had left, Harry looked around for his knife to see it lying quite a distance away from him. He mustered whatever energy he had left and ran over to the knife. Picking it up off the floor, he whipped around to see the werewolf whack Helga away while Tom was striking at the werewolf's bleeding eye.

"Stupefy," Harry grunted out before he forced his legs to propel him towards the stunned monster. He jumped onto the head of the werwolf and raised his knife hand to stab the other eye. However, his stun wore off and he was thrown off. Landing on the ground, he instantly rolled to the side, dodging an attack from the monster. He then slashed the fingers off the werewolf, effectively cutting them off. This time, the werewolf howled in pain before smashing Harry away. He then grabbed Tom before hurling the snake away. He then turned towards Harry, who was nursing his knife arm. He shifted his knife to his other while getting up into a stance to compensate for his injured arm.

"You put up a valiant fight, but this is a fight I must finish soon," the werewolf stated, looking at his fingerless hand. Blood was oozing out of his hand, coating the floor in blood. The ground cracked as the werewolf vanished. The teen heard the splash of blood behind him. Then, an immense hand grabbed his head. Harry howled in pain as he felt his head being crushed. He dropped his knife as his entire body was lifted off the ground.

"Before you die, tell me your name, boy," the werewolf stated, turning Harry around. Blood could feel blood flowing down his head. Through the gaps in the fingers, he could see the werewolf staring at him. Blood was still dripping from the werewolf's eye.

"My. Name. Is. Harry Potter!" Harry spoke softly at first before shouting his name out. He pulled out his pistol before emptying his entire clip into the injured eye. The werewolf howled in pain, dropping Harry onto the floor. When he hit the floor, Harry grunted in pain before attempting to push himself off the ground. His muscles screamed as he did so, but his effort was for naught. His face smacked hard against the stone pavement, making him wince.

"So, this is it. I die before anything is accomplished," Harry chuckled to himself as he titled his head to see the werewolf crawl towards him. Bullet dripped out of the eye. Harry just watched as claw after claw embedded themselves into the ground as the werewolf approached Harry. The werewolf then reached Harry and lifted his hand up. As Harry closed his eyes, he saw a flash of silver tackle the red werewolf. Blinking his eyes in shock, he pushed himself up to see another werewolf fighting off the red werewolf. The silver werewolf was smaller in size than the red werewolf, but the former was overwhelming the latter with sheer ferocity and speed.

"Harry!" he heard someone call out his name. He turned his head to see Sirius running over to him. The adult winced at the sight of Harry's injuries, but helped the boy onto his feet.

"Who is that?" Harry grunted out as Sirius helped the teen out of the room. Harry saw the head Professors organizing the students as Helena just flapped her wings above them.

"That's your uncle, Remus Lupin. We called him here to help us find the missing students, but as soon as we entered this place, he transformed into a werewolf. Lucky for us, he went straight for that thing that was about to kill you," Sirius told Harry, who just looked back at the room. He saw the monsters wrestling with each other. He breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed Helga and Tom lurking around the shadows. Then, his breathing started to hitch as his mouth became tainted in blood. Soon, his vision turned blurry and all the muscles in his body collapsed under their own weight. Harry couldn't even register anything as his mind was consumed by sheer pain and exhaustion.