A Story of Hallows and Horcruxes
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Chapter 2
Salsa With A Snake
The cold wind whipped at Harry’s face whilst he stood on the edge of the precipice, a strange looking binocular in one of his hands and an old piece of parchment in his other. At a distance, he could see the monstrous sized castle of Hogwarts, that had once been his home; no more though.
The sun was on the horizon, about to set - Hogwarts looked beautiful in the light. Towards the left of the castle lay the Forbidden Forest and in front of him and a few hundred feet below was the magical village of Hogsmeade.
He turned and walked into the darkness of the cave that had once provided Sirius refuge in his fourth year.
It had been two weeks, since, he'd arrived here. Two weeks, in which he had been constantly monitoring both Hogwarts and Hogsmeade with his Omniculars and the Marauder’s Map.
He sat down on some cushions that he had Conjured earlier and pulled out the Auror manuals from his rucksack, searching for spells that might help him when he would break into Hogwarts a few hours later.
The Auror text-books themselves had been a gift from Sirius. His godfather having learnt from Professor McGonagall that he'd wanted to be an Auror had bartered some of the priceless antiquities of the Black family with Mundungus, to acquire the books from his contacts within the magical black-market.
According to the Secrets of the Darkest Art, the book Hermione had pilfered from Dumbledore, a Horcrux can only be destroyed by a few things. The book only named two – Basilisk venom and Fiendfyre.
Conjuring Fiendfyre was probably not beyond his abilities. From what little information he had been able to gather about the spell, it required some serious magical power behind it. Another important requirement for the spell was the need for the caster to feel anger. Burning, roaring and all-consuming rage was what was required for the spell to work.
He could perhaps with some difficulty conjure Fiendfyre, controlling it however was another matter altogether. All of his reading materials, at least the one that discussed the curse agreed on one thing: controlling Fiendfyre was nigh impossible. The moment one called it forth, it would try to break free from the caster’s control. The fire was almost alive in that regard. It was simply too dangerous for him to use it to destroy the Horcrux.
The only option left for him was to use Basilisk venom. Now, usually acquiring Basilisk venom would be impossible. Luckily for him, he already had a millennia old one dead, ready for him to utilise its venom. Unfortunately, it was inside Hogwarts.
Ron and Hermione’s accusation about his inability to achieve anything, since, acquiring the locket had rung true enough. Even then destroying it was beyond his abilities. His mission to acquire the Basilisk venom was to prove them and also to himself that he could complete the task that Dumbledore had left him.
He munched on some sweets that he'd purchased from Honeydukes while he flipped through the pages of the book that he was pursuing.
He was lucky that there had been a Hogsmeade weekend during his two week stay in the cave. Rations had been running quite low. So, he'd donned his old Hogwarts uniform, did some basic Human Transfiguration on his face to change his facial structure. A Hair Lengthening Charm to hide his lightning-bolt scar and a Colour Change Charm on his hair to change it from black to deep brown and he was able to pass incognito in Hogsmeade. A short trip to the Three Broomsticks and he was easily able to fill up his ration supplies.
It hadn’t been that difficult despite the presence of a few Death Eaters. After all, no one expected Harry Potter to go shopping in Hogsmeade when the entire Ministry was out looking for him. He'd easily hid himself amongst the crowd of numerous students, his altered looks allowing him the benefit of disguise.
He stopped flicking through the pages as an interesting curse caught his eye and he busied himself with learning it.
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It was cold as Harry walked the streets of Hogsmeade, under his Invisibility Cloak, alone in the dead of the night. The cold made Harry wish that instead of spending his time learning a new curse a couple of hours ago, he should have searched for a Warming Charm to apply on his person. He hoped that the cold was the only thing he'd overlooked in his plans to infiltrate Hogwarts.
As he hurried his steps, mostly because of the cold and partly due to his own nervousness, his mind conjured up images of Ron and Hermione, as it was wont to do, the last few days.
Honestly, he missed them. No matter what he told himself otherwise, he really wanted them with him. In retrospect, it had been rash to Obliviate them.
But damn it, it had been necessary.
He could see though, what had prompted Hermione to do what she had done. She was disillusioned with their lack of progress. Hell, even he'd doubts whether he could accomplish the task set forth by Dumbledore.
Infiltrating Hogwarts to acquire the Basilisk venom was the first step towards achieving something since acquiring the locket. He was sure of one thing though, Ron and Hermione definitely wouldn't have agreed on what he was about to do. So, perhaps it was better that they weren't there with him.
He looked up to see that he'd already arrived at his destination, Honeydukes.
His plan was quite simple. He intended to get into Hogwarts using the passage in the cellar of Honeydukes. Breaking into Honeydukes should be the most difficult part of his plan. From there he assumed that it wouldn't be so difficult to get to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets with the use of the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder’s Map.
He didn’t move to open the door of the sweet shop. He was pretty sure that a shop as popular as Honeydukes would be warded against any unauthorised entry.
His Detection Charm on the door told him that the door was indeed magically locked.
“No surprises there,” muttered Harry.
The problem was the Locking Charm was tied to an alarm ward. Any attempt to break in would activate the alarm.
This was first his attempt in ward breaking outside practice sessions. Hopefully, his meagre knowledge would suffice.
After spending nearly half-an-hour throwing around various Detection Charms, he was tired and frustrated. He'd managed to find one ward anchor carved underneath a slab before the doorway. The rune Othala was used and was linked to others in an complicated ward structure that he couldn't make head or tail of.
He bent over and placed his hands on his knees and heaved a tired sigh. He'd found a few other runes hidden in uncanny places, like the one beneath the window sill, but he was unsure of their meaning and purpose. Without knowing how a particular rune affected the ward, he wouldn't be able to disarm it. After all, what was the use of Jera - usually used in farming - in defending a building.
Harry was quite sure that it was only his inexperience that was shining through and that Bill could probably have easily dismantled the entire ward scheme. Maybe, if he had the leisure of time and perhaps Hermione's help, then he might have been able to bring down the ward.
Harry gave his head an angry shake. He made his choice when he'd decided to strike out on his own. There was no wishing how easier things could have been with Hermione's help.
He turned back. It was best not to attempt a break-in and ruin his only safe passage to Hogwarts.
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“Jimmy, bring up the crate of Sugar Quill from the cellar. We're running short.” Harry watched from the sidelines outside Honeydukes - the gentle rays of the early morning sun passing right through his invisible self - as he saw a thick, fat man sit himself leisurely on a chair inside the shop and open the morning paper and bark an order to the aide.
After spending the entire previous night brain storming - how to break into Honeydukes - Harry had been hit with a brilliant plan. He didn't need to take down the wards to get into the sweet shop. All he needed was the Invisibility Cloak to sneak into the shop when it was opened early in the morning.
There had been a few loiterers around the streets of Hogsmeade when he'd reached the sweet shop, before the crack of dawn. He'd waited for shop to open for at least a few hours. The early morning sun was just coming up and and more people were coming out to go about their work, when Honeydukes was finally opened for business.
So far, so good.
All he'd to do was to get into the cellar of Honeydukes without arousing the suspicion of the owner and the worker of the shop.
He slowly and carefully slid into the shop, keeping an eye trained on the owner, whose face was hidden behind the pages of the Daily Prophet. Harry's eyes caught sight of the front page of the newspaper. There was a large poster of him from the days of the Tri-Wizard Tournament with the caption underneath: Undesirable Number One. Curious as to what the Ministry was saying about him, he slid slightly closer to the man.
Harry Potter, 17, has been charged with treason, fraternising with Dark creatures, engaging in Dark activities and is the main accused in the murder of the former Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.
Mr. Potter is currently on the run from the law, which has only strengthened the suspicions on the young wizard. Recently appointed Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Reginald Yaxley - who has become extremely popular with the masses for his strict enforcement of the law - when approached, said, “There's no doubt whatsoever about Potter's guilt. The fact that he has chosen to run away instead of facing the law like an honest citizen, has confirmed his culpability beyond question. He was also involved in a recent fracas within the Ministry in which he destroyed property and injured several ministry personnel and attempted to rescue several criminals ...”
Harry wasn't able to read further as the man changed the page.
“Here it is, Mr. Flume. Where d'you want me to keep it?”
Harry whirled around at the sudden sound of a voice right behind him and back-pedalled frantically to avoid a hovering, giant wooden crate from crashing into him.
“Let me show you.” A man's voice came from behind Harry, who flung himself aside and missed the large girth of Mr. Flume by inches as the man stood up from his chair and walked towards Jimmy.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief, his heart still thudding in his chest at the sudden close encounter that very nearly revealed him. He berated himself mentally at being so engrossed in the newspaper that he'd misplaced his situational awareness.
He watched the two men settle the crate and start putting things in proper place.
Harry looked at the discarded Daily Prophet and glanced back at the two men, busy with their work; he quickly put his hand out of the Cloak and snatched the paper from the table.
“Just put the Sugar Quills here … yes, right there … and the bars of chocolate in that shelf.”
Harry slid behind the two men and eased himself into the storage cellar. Just as he remembered, the tiny rectangular room was filled with crated and boxes. There was a thin layer of dust on the floor, but it hardly took time for Harry to find the trap door.
He carefully pulled up the stone tile and slid himself inside the narrow hole, pulling the tile back close behind him.
“Lumos!” A bright flash from his wand lit a flight of stairs that disappeared into the darkness that his small halo of light couldn't pierce.
He took off his Invisibility Cloak and started descending the stairs.
Harry let out a laboured breath, the long seemingly unending staircase and the narrow passage and the stuffy air was tiresome.
It was at long last that he finally reached the end of the stairs. From there on the passageway became more twisted with lots of turns.
Soon, it seemed that he had reached the end of the tunnel as the passage formed an upward slope. Finally, he reached the very end of the tunnel. He was directly below the statue of the one-eyed crone.
The Marauder’s Map showed the natural hustle and bustle of the students of Hogwarts. A Cushioning Charm on ground allowed himself to settle down comfortably. He'd wait until nightfall to enter Hogwarts.
With nothing else to do but bid his time, Harry started scanning the Prophet - lit from the glow of his wand - for any news on the current governance
He didn't find anything interesting other than the news about his fugitive status and a small snippet that Rudolphus Lestrange had become the Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation and that Arthur Weasley had been demoted to the level of a grunt.
It seemed to Harry that the government was running smoothly with the department heads being replaced by Death Eaters.
Harry flicked through the pages of Daily Prophet, waiting for night to fall, when he could finally enter Hogwarts.
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Harry got up with a jerk and winced as the sudden motion cricked his neck. He had no idea when he'd fallen asleep. He checked his watch to see that it was already half-past twelve in the night. He jumped up with sudden alacrity and grimaced when the sharp motion pulled his sore muscles and whipped out the Marauder's Map.
The corridor above the tunnel was empty. He took out his wand and muttered the keyword - dissendium - to open the secret entrance of the passage. The hump of the one-eyed crone opened up and Harry squeezed himself through the narrow fissure.
He carefully draped the Invisibility Cloak over his body so that no dangling body part was visible, checked the Marauder’s Map once again to take note of who were patrolling the corridors.
There were a pair of Slytherin students in the dungeons, one pair in the North Tower and another near Ravenclaw Tower, he remembered all of them from his days at Hogwarts.
Maybe the Inquisitorial Squad has been brought back, thought Harry.
He found that Filch was in the Astronomy tower, Mrs. Norris was with him; Peeves was in the dungeons; McGonagall seemed to be patrolling the Great Hall. The Carrows were in their quarters, so were the other professors. And Snape was in the Headmasters Office.
It seemed to Harry that the Death Eaters had delegated the menial tasks to the other professors and students. As during his two week of near constant observation he had never seen them do any night time patrolling.
Seeing the small black blip of Snape in the Headmaster’s Office made his blood boil. There was nothing better that he would like to do then go to the Headmaster’s Office and proceed to beat him to a pulp. It grated his nerves to even think that after killing Dumbledore, the man had now ended up succeeding him as the Headmaster.
With a shake of his head he tuned out the thoughts of torturing Snape. He needed to concentrate on the job at hand.
Once again checking carefully to see that there was no one on the route between him and his destination, he started to walk towards the girl’s bathroom on the second floor.
It didn’t take him long to arrive at his destination. He had already marked the shortest route from the statue of the one-eyed crone on the fourth floor to the girl’s bathroom on the second.
The door of the unused bathroom didn't make a sound as Harry slightly pushed it open and stuck his invisible head inside. Myrtle didn’t seem to be present.
He eased himself into the girl's bathroom and closed the door behind him and made his way towards the entrance of the Chamber.
He stared at the engraving of the snake on the sink, and imagining it was a real snake, he hissed, “Open.”
With a low grinding sound the sink slowly rose up in the air, and proceeded to separate itself into four different sections, leaving him the entrance to the Chamber. Harry glanced down the endless pipe that went straight to the tunnel of the Chamber.
Not dwindling any further, he pulled off his Invisibility Cloak and jumped into the hollow pipe.
The ride was shorter and rougher than what he remembered, but then again it had been a long time since his second year.
He got up from the floor and dusted himself off. It was dark in the tunnel. He remembered from his earlier visit that there were torches in the passage.
“Incendio Solaris!” he whispered, while moving his wand in a large arc.
The torches around him flared and ignited filling the tunnel with light.
He started walking towards the inner chamber where the statue of Salazar Slytherin was and where he'd killed the Basilisk; a sense of purpose heavy in his heart.
He came upon the doorway to the inner chamber, it was ajar.
A slow sense of victory started to fill his mind as he finally stood in the Chamber of Secrets.
Going through the same motion as he had earlier, he lit the torches in the room. The sight that greeted him though, removed the smile from his face.
The light from the torches lit up the chamber allowing him to the see the huge cavernous room. Gigantic pillars of stone encircled with statues of snakes with ruby red eyes rose high up in the air, disappearing in shadows towards the high ceiling. And there, right in front of him was the gigantic statue of Salazar Slytherin.
But there was nothing else, not even the carcass of a Basilisk.
A disgusting and revolting smell in the chamber permeated throughout the chamber. Harry pinched his nose close with his fingers and cast some Air Cleansing Charm.
As he stepped inside the hallowed chamber, he noticed that there was a tremendous amount of rotten flesh, which was probably the reason for the vomit-inducing smell. Scraps of skin littered the area and the floor was caked with dried blood.
He was about to inspect further the mysterious case of the missing dead Basilisk, when suddenly he stopped short and stood stock still. An ominous feeling within him that there was someone standing right behind him.
Slowly and with exaggerating steadiness, he turned around, praying with all his might that it was just a case of him being excessively paranoid.
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He found himself staring into a pair of dark crimson eyes.
It was Nagini.
For a second or two during which neither of them moved, Harry contemplated what Nagini was doing there.
All queries of Nagini’s presence in the chamber rushed away from his mind as she struck at him with lightning speed. Reacting on pure instinct, Harry dived to avoid the oncoming blow.
A sharp flash of pain passed through his body as he hit the stone floor with his left shoulder. Harry, continuing his momentum, rolled over and snapped forward his wand and incanted, “Percutio!”
The pale blue Piercing Curse tore through the air crashed into the snake’s hide. He knew from his experimentation with various curses, that this particular curse could pierce a hole through several planks of wood but against the snake it did no visible damage.
Nagini didn’t even seem to notice that a curse had hit her and coiled around to face him.
“Confringo!” he shouted, as her body flew towards him. Nagini pivoted her head to avoid the spell from hitting her face. The curse ended up hitting her neck and he was forced to jump backwards to avoid her body from slamming into him.
Once again the curse seemed to do no real damage. He took a few steps back as Nagini once again faced him. She hissed and started to strike again; Harry dived again to evade her.
He saw out of the corner of his eye something black whizzing towards him and even before he hit the ground something struck him hard in the chest in mid-flight driving the air out of his lungs.
The force of the impact changed his trajectory and sent him sailing backwards through the air. His flight was cut short as his back slammed into the hard unforgiving wall. He slid down and his bottom struck the ground.
Coughing some blood, Harry managed to get up on his feet favouring his chest heavily. The blow must have cracked a few ribs. He'd managed to avoid the snake’s head from striking him but was unable to avoid the tail that had whipped out of nowhere.
He glanced towards the snake to see Nagini slithering towards him. He wouldn't be able to evade her anymore, as sharp stabs of pain flashed through his torso.
He moved his wand in an intricate pattern and tapped his knees and murmured aloud, “Divum Altus!”
A golden mist oozed out of his wand and encircled his legs. Muscles in his calf and thigh contracted till they were painfully taut. The spell that he'd found in the Auror books allowed one to jump high altitudes.
He looked up to see that Nagini had cut off all escape routes. He was cornered. Behind him was the wall and in front him was a giant ugly snake.
A giant ugly snake.
Realisation struck him like a rampaging Hippogriff. He was a Parseltongue, he could order Nagini in Parseltongue.
“Stop.” Harry commanded in Parseltongue to the snake, even as Nagini spread her hood to strike him and finish him off. The sudden command in Parseltongue though stopped her. She seemed almost hesitant, that is, if snakes could look hesitant. Flicking out her tongue she hissed.
And suddenly without any warning she struck with blinding ferocity. Harry bent his legs, feeling as if tightly compressed springs had replaced his knees and with all his might leapt high in the air. The magic infusing his legs allowed him to soar through the air.
In mid-flight Harry glanced down to see the giant snake’s head smash against the ground, exactly where he'd been moments earlier. He jabbed his wand downward and cursed, “Ferveo Acervix!”
A glob of acid went streaming towards Nagini’s head while Harry carefully manoeuvred his flight to land atop the snake.
A violent tremor racked Nagini’s body threatening to throw Harry off her. A pleased smile formed on his face, it seemed that his plan had worked. Working quickly he snapped off a powerful Shredding Curse on Nagini’s back. The small steely grey arc of magic that could've ripped a man’s limb off, did no more than create a shallow surface wound. Wasting no further time Harry jumped off her body.
Nagini's body continued to thrash around. She stuck her forked tongue out hissed violently, before coiling her body around herself to face Harry.
As Harry watched Nagini whirl around, he noticed that her left eye was a mess. It looked like it'd been boiled. Apparently, his plan hadn't worked out as well as he'd thought; her right eye was still intact.
Seeking to correct his mistake, he once again sent the Acid Conjuring Spell towards her. She tilted her head to avoid the spell and flung at him, simultaneously uncoiling her body behind her.
Harry jumped back once again to avoid her body.
And so began a deadly dance of the wizard and the snake.
It was a stalemate, with neither side winning.
Harry would simply use his magic infused legs to dodge Nagini’s attack and the huge columns present in the Chamber restricted Nagini’s free movement.
Nagini herself was almost impervious to most of Harry’s spells and she evaded those that could deal some damage.
The stalemate though was not going to last for long. His chest hurt terribly and he couldn’t breathe in too deeply. And the magic that enabled him to jump such great heights also handicapped him. His leg muscles and tendons were so taut that he could hardly walk let alone run. Muscle cramps had started to develop in his legs and soon the spell would run its course and he wouldn't be able to evade Nagini anymore.
He dodged once more as Nagini attacked again. Harry hid himself behind one of the massive pillars in the chamber and gulped in much needed air even as the heaving motion of his chest racked his body with pain.
Leaning out slowly to peek out of the side of the pillar, Harry was surprised to find that Nagini was no longer where she'd been.
He was about to move out of his temporary sanctuary when suddenly something hit him hard in the chest. And before Harry could even do something he found himself pinned against the pillar as Nagini had coiled herself around it, trapping him.
Harry glanced up to see Nagini’s head swivel around to face him. Her working eye, furious and angry seemed to bore a hole through his head. A forked tongue came out of her jaw and swiped at his face. He grimaced, feeling as if a sand-paper had been rubbed across his face.
Nagini pulled her head back and tightened herself around Harry. Black spots appeared in his vision as Nagini slowly but steadily crushed him. There was no escape from this. His wand was still clutched in his hand but it was pasted against the wall. He couldn’t even move his finger let alone his hand to cast a spell on her.
He got desperate - his vision started to dim - and desperate times called for desperate measures.
His wand arm was fixed against the pillar; he couldn’t move it. However, the spell he'd in mind didn’t require any complex wand movements. And it was potent enough that it should release him from Nagini’s hold. The problem being that at such close proximity he was liable to damage his own-self.
Harry tried to breathe only to find that he was unable to suck in air. Without worrying about the consequences, Harry cast a powerful Blasting Charm silently.
‘Vestatio!’
Nothing happened for a few seconds, then suddenly -
A tremendous explosion ripped through the chamber without any warning, shaking the entire chamber slightly with its power.
Nagini’s body rapidly uncoiled around him, freeing him in the process. As Harry fell down to the floor heavily, he glanced around to see Nagini retreat somewhat.
A very large chunk of the stone pillar around which he'd been trapped was blown away to splinters. Harry gasped as he looked down at his body; his entire right side was covered in blood. Stone chirps were protruding from his leg as and lower torso. Harry attempted to get up only to find that his legs were unable to support his weight.
Harry took advantage of his enemy’s distraction and proceeded to undo the Anti Gravity Spell on his legs. He jabbed his wand in his legs and muttered the counter. The golden mist that had clung on to his legs slowly seeped back into the tip of his wand giving it a dull grey glow. Harry lifted his wand high in the air and vigorously shook it. The halo of light encircling his wand slowly dissipated into thin air.
As his taut muscles relaxed, he became aware of the tremendous pain in his leg. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out.
“Kashaf'mad!” Cast Harry, the Arabic spell lessened the pain of a specific area by dulling the nerves to any external stimuli, the Auror books had claimed. Despite the charm Harry's leg still hurt terribly, even though it kept the worst of the injury at bay.
“Ferula!” muttered Harry and conjured bandages wrapped up his damaged leg.
With some difficulty and plenty of pain, despite the Pain Relieving Charm, he was somehow able to stand on his feet. Only to see that Nagini ready herself to strike again. Harry was handicapped and wouldn't be able to escape her this time.
He needed to finish it and finish it at that very instant.
As Nagini slowly slithered towards him, Harry thought of using the Killing Curse, which was guaranteed to kill any living being. However, he didn’t even know how to cast it and more importantly, he'd no idea of the consequence of casting the Killing Curse on a Horcrux. His books had been clear about that part: a Killing Curse is meant to kill a living being, as the Horcrux is not living, it couldn't be destroyed be the curse. Of course, the books didn't take in the precedence of a living organism as a Horcrux.
Anger filled his veins, what hope did he have to face the Dark Lord if he couldn’t even face his snake?
Anger gave way to cold fury as the need to kill Nagini – who'd almost reached him - overwhelmed his rational thinking. There was only one way he could destroy the Horcrux-snake now, and he was going to do it.
Damned be the consequences.
His jaw was set firmly and his wand was tightly clasped with both of his hands; Harry roared, “Fiendfyre!”
There was a sudden rushing noise as if the very air was being sucked upon and a blazing inferno of fire leapt out of his wand and Nagini rapidly slithered back to avoid being immolated.
The temperature of the chamber increased by scores as the flames proceeded to encompass everything. Such was the heat of the fire that even at a distance Harry could feel himself getting burnt.
He felt the fire trying to break free from his grasp and he'd to deliberately try to keep it under control. On the other side of the chamber he could see Nagini trying to escape the flames.
Harry would later describe the sensation controlling the cursed fire as attempting to grasp water in his fist. No matter how much one tried, water would eventually flow out from between the fingers. The feeling was similar; the only difference was, instead of the water he felt like he'd grasped acid in his fist.
Harry tried to maintain his control over the spell, but it was for naught. He faltered for a second and the fire managed to break free.
He took a few steps back and bent over, breathing heavily. His entire body was aching and attempting to control the cursed fire had taken a lot out of him.
Harry glanced upwards to see that fire blazing uncontrolled, as it advanced. The flames leapt higher and higher and Harry watched curiously as a tongue of fire detached itself from the inferno and leapt high in the air and formed some kind of distinct shape in mid-air. With a sudden clarity, he realised that it was coming towards him and jumped backwards in panic to avoid it. His injured right leg unable to withstand the sudden movement gave out and he fell down on his back.
The glob of fire, which Harry recognised to be in the form of a raven, crashed at the place where he was standing moments earlier. He looked at the roaring fire to see more distinct shapes forming. An ethereal form of Hippogriff was starting to take form, a phoenix made of pure fire leapt out and a giant snake’s shape was somewhat distinct in the fire.
It was then Harry realized what the book had meant.
Uncontrolled Fiendfyre has a singular intention, which is to immolate the conjurer of the cursed fire.
Though he didn’t remember reading anywhere that fire took the forms of magical beings.
Hurriedly scrambling up to his feet, Harry made a run for the doorway of the inner chamber. He gritted his teeth against the pain as every time his right leg hit the floor, a spike of white hot shock would assault his senses. But he couldn’t give up, because if he faltered, it would definitely mean his death. And he didn’t particularly fancy being burned to death by the magical fire he himself had conjured.
He gave a backward glance, the phoenix was flying towards him and a pegasi was nearly nipping on his ankles. He was still a few yards away from the door; he wasn't going to make it.
Seeing no other option Harry dived towards the doorway and twisted in mid air, he cast a Banishing Charm at an angle to the floor. Now, obviously he couldn’t move earth with a Banishing Charm. The result was the reaction which sent him whizzing through the air at a heightened speed, apart from nearly dislodging his arm from its socket.
He put his left hand into his trousers' pocket and pulled out the Slytherin’s locket and threw it towards the ethereal beings of fire that were chasing him. As he went flying past the entrance of the chamber he hissed, “Close.”
The doorway screeched shut just as the cursed fire reached it.
Harry flight came to an end as he hit the ground with his back. The impact jolted his entire body.
He managed to get his head up to look at the closed entry way of the chamber. The fire had not managed to get past.
He had a sudden urge to laugh uproariously. He had come to the Chamber of Secrets to acquire Basilisk venom to destroy the Horcrux, only to find that there was no dead Basilisk and in its place there was Voldemort’s familiar, which also happened to be a Horcrux. He'd managed to destroy both the Horcruxes by conjuring a cursed fire so powerful that it'd almost ended up burning himself.
It was ironical, because the only reason he had chosen to come here in the first place was that he'd deemed using Fiendfyre to destroy Horcruxes as being too dangerous.
His vision dimmed as his exhaustion caught with him and he slowly lost consciousness.
Author’s Note:
Edit: The Honeydukes break-in scene was re-written and certain grammatical errors were corrected.
Acknowledgement: Thanks to the DLP crowd for their comments.
Runes: The runes are from The Elder Futhark script.
Othala: Property.Jera: Harvest.
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