The Dark Side of the Moon
Fan fiction by Kruz
Started 7/28/05
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Some parts of the first chapter are rewrites of events from Mrs. Rowling's HBP.
If you have spare time, please take a chance reading my other HP stories
-Coveting Blindly, and
-Whistling in the Dark
(I apologize for how amazingly short this chapter is compared to what I normally write. I promise you that in no way do I foresee myself ever submitting something this short again. If you are interested in my excuse, look at my note at the end of this chapter. Thank you all for reading and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!)
Reviews will be honored with my undying gratitude… aw c'mon, it's a fair prize.
Chapter 1:
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry disregarded the Death Eater he'd hit with his spell and leapt over the man's stunned form almost before he it the ground.
Terror was tearing his heart in two. Moments… just moments before his mind had followed Dumbledore out the Astronomy tower window and sailing down to a ground that seemed to only grow farther and farther away. But now what few of his wits were not overcome by his fear had soared back through the window and pushed him down the spiral staircase in a frantic chase to reach Snape and Malfoy. He couldn't let them get out of the castle, out of the grounds. He had to take the murderers down here and now.
He leapt the last 10 stairs of the staircase and was cast into a dusty corridor full of dueling witches and wizards and the stray spells that were rebounding off the walls like flies.
"It's over, time to go!"
Snape's voice rang in Harry's ears and he caught sight of the crow just as he and Malfoy turned the corner. He pushed himself after them but one of the figures clad in black Death Eater robes lunge his way and knock him to the ground. Greyback leaned over his pinned prey, his hair falling in Harry's face, his breath beating on Harry's neck. His jaw separated his teeth and Harry closed his eyes.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Greyback buckled and fell limp on Harry who threw him off with some effort, springing to his feet and pointing his own wand ahead of him.
"Impedimenta!" Harry yelled.
The lumpy Death Eater, Amycus, squealed before he slammed into the stone wall on the opposite side of the room. Harry didn't have time to answer Ginny as she questioned where he'd come from. He sprinted on, McGonagall and Tonks locked in battle with their own Death Eaters as he sped by.
His foot caught on something and the next minute and had fallen on Neville's legs. He quickly sputtered, "Neville, are you-?"
"M'all right," Neville muttered, "Harry … Snape 'n' Malfoy … ran past …"
"I know, I'm on it!" Harry said quickly, aiming a hex at the crazed Death Eater Tonks was attempting to take down. The man howled as Harry's hex hit him in the face and retreated through a doorway behind the lumpy brother and sister.
Before he knew it Harry was following bloody footsteps through the darkened halls and out into the chilled grounds, the Death Eaters who'd left moments before him down another doorway now trailing him, shooting spell after spell his way. He stumbled over one and returned the favor, delaying the two hunch-backed Death Eaters and running forward through pain he'd thought unimaginable toward Hagrid's hut which had now been set ablaze. Hagrid himself was dealing well with the Death Eaters that charged him and shouting about Fang still being in the house. He rushed by them, aiming his wand through his ragged steps and shouted, "Stupefy!"
"Run, Draco!"
His spell had missed and now he and Snape turned at each other, raising their wands like mirror images of each other and Harry shouted and unforgivable curse in the crow's way. Snape parried the curse, "Cruc-!" Harry tried again but it was just as easily blocked.
"No Unforgivable Curses from you, Potter!" Snape spat back.
Harry was on fire inside, "Incarc-!"
Blocked.
"Stupe-!"
Blocked again.
"Now, come!" Snape shouted to someone over Harry's shoulder, "It is time to be gone, before the Ministry turns up-!"
"Impedi-!"
This time Harry's spell was not blocked, but instead interrupted ad his lungs tore into screams of agony and his body fell to the soft, wet grass. Every inch of his was writhing and spinning in pain. He would surely die; he would surely loose his mind.
"NO!" Snape roared. The pain subsided. "Have you forgotten out orders? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord – we are to leave him! Go! Go!"
Three Death Eaters ran by Harry as he staggered to his feet again in a blind rage. He raised his wand at Snape's blurry figure in the distance. He hated the man now more the ever. His hate for Snape was a raging animal growling in his throat and in his chest. He'd enjoy seeing the man dead as much as he'd enjoy seeing Voldemort die. He thrust his wand straight and held it as still as he could with all the force he could mutter.
"Sectum-!"
… And for a moment the world around him was nothing but a frozen 3-D portrait. Something had its arms wrapped around Harry's chest. Some held his elbows locked to his side, several somethings were driving smoothly into his neck like a small set of hot knives into butter. The spell died on his lips and his vision flickered in and out of focus several times in two short moments.
The one thing he could hear was a soft "NO!" that seemed like someone had shouted it from atop a high mountain and Harry was simply hearing the aftermath from the base. Hazy, undistinguished blurs were heading his way and his vision tilted and turned as his body hit the ground but he wondered if it really had for he did not feel the fall.
"You fool!" The distant whisper of a voice said, "You're orders-! The plan-!" A stronger sound, a crazed laughter, interrupted the words and the voice of reason sputtered, "Pick him up! Pick him up! Take him!"
His vision tilted several more and his senses rushed back to him with the sounds of a train about to pummel him into the ground. He felt himself slung over a black shoulder, inhumanly strong arms grip his legs as his arms dangled lifelessly in front of his eyes. The wind by his ears sounded like a roaring engine and he noticed the ground moving by the feet of whoever was grasping him. The roar of the train in his head grew louder, louder, until the sound hit him at full blast with the force of a hammer thrown down on the back of his skull and the hammer shattered his train into a million tiny pieces and now everything fell silent.
(This is the SHORTEST chapter I have EVER written and I PROMISE you there will never be another chapter this short again... or at least I don't foresee one... I wouldn't swear on my friends' lives or anything but still. My excuse is that I told myself I had to stop at this point and so I did while most of this chapter was rewriting a bit of Rowling's "Flight of the Prince" chapter and I didn't find that very exciting… in fact… I don't see why I did that at all. I suppose I just felt like it needed to be done to introduce how Harry was bitten properly. I am sorry for the shortness of this chapter but thank you for reading it none the less and please continue to follow me in other chapters.) - Kruz