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HP - Chapter 420: Harry's Arrival
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 420: Harry's Arrival
Hogwarts, Black Lake shore.
Voldemort was the first to notice the change in the air.
He glanced up and saw the Dementors moving in erratic patterns, emitting loud, unsettling cries.
Then…he felt the anti-Apparition blood wards stir, and he immediately knew what this meant.
He became alarmed. “Someone is trying to break i—”
He couldn't even finish the sentence to warn his followers. It all happened in an instant.
The metallic spire being used as a catalyst to empower the blood wards, was brutality shattered.
This was followed by a powerful shockwave emanating from the shore of the lake, drawing everyone's attention.
A mysterious figure stood there now, wrapped in impossibly black robes that obscured their features.
“Dumbledore?!” Voldemort yelled at the top of his lungs.
A thousand thoughts raced through his mind.
As far as he knew, Dumbledore was the only wizard capable of breaching his blood wards. But that would mean Snape had betrayed him.
As his non-existent blood began to boil with anger, the hood covering the person’s face was pulled back. Voldemort instantly realized this individual looked nothing like Dumbledore.
Harry scanned the battlefield with his bright green eyes before landing on Voldemort, who stared back at him with an expression of…what he assumed was one of surprise. It was hard to tell since the man had no skin.
“I am not Dumbledore. I’m afraid you’re not that lucky today,” Harry said before shifting his attention elsewhere.
“Who are you, then?!” Voldemort demanded. Harry’s face looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
Harry tapped his staff on the ground. “First things first…let’s secure this place.”
Every member of the audience noticed the immediate change in the atmosphere.
The oppressive sensation of Voldemort’s blood wards was replaced by a warm and gentle aura.
All around the stands at the shore, where Harry’s parents were seated, as well as on the floating platforms where the teachers and champions stood, a protective layer began to form.
“This is…a Protego charm?” Professor McGonagall observed the phenomenon surrounding them.
“Of this size? Impossible. That would require a tremendous amount of magic,” Professor Flitwick added.
“Look closely. It’s not just a charm…there are runes embedded in it,” noted Professor Bathsheda Babbling, who taught Ancient Runes and found the display fascinating.
“Will this thing be able to protect us from those monsters?” Madame Maxime asked.
McGonagall turned to look at Snape. Even if they were protected, they still had a potential traitor in their midst.
“Shit, what do we do?!”
“Shut up, you idiot!”
Nearby, two men began arguing loudly.
McGonagall was momentarily distracted by their argument and lost track of Snape. When she spotted him again, he was pointing his wand directly at her.
“Avada Kedavra!” Snape conjured the Killing Curse.
“No!” McGonagall didn’t have time to defend herself. A simple protective charm would not stop such a deadly spell.
She saw the green light appear and streak toward her.
Only for it to hit one of the arguing men behind her.
“What…” She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
The people next to her screamed in panic.
The surviving man had his wand ready. “Bloody hell, Snape! You traitor!”
But Snape was faster. Before the man could utter a single sound, he was hit with a Disarming Spell. Snape followed it with something deadlier: “Sectumsempra.”
“Urgh!” The man collapsed as his body was sliced open, deep wounds bleeding profusely.
“Snape! What are you doing?!” Professor Flitwick yelled. “Those two are Aurors!”
“That’s right!” McGonagall gasped. She realized these men were indeed the Aurors sent by the Ministry to bolster event security. She had almost forgotten about them.
“Those are no aurors...they’re Death Eaters. They were about to kill you all,” Snape huffed, keeping his eye on the dying man.
“Death Eaters? But…” Flitwick muttered, his voice trailing off.
Snape knelt next to the man struck by the Killing Curse and tore the fabric from his right arm, revealing Voldemort’s Dark Mark.
“It’s true…then…” McGonagall was about to ask why he had killed them, but the motive was obvious. Snape was a traitor...but not to their side.
Snape glared at her. “My allegiance has always been the same.”
“I’m sorry, Severus.” McGonagall felt a pang of guilt for doubting him. Dumbledore had always trusted this person, but she could never bring herself to do the same.
“We should be fine now…the others shouldn't be able to get in here.” Snape said, though uncertainty lingered in his tone. ‘I’ve done my part…the rest is up to you, Potter.’
“Hey, that’s Harry!” Cedric pointed toward the figure, diverting the audience’s attention away from the now-dead Death Eaters.
“It’s true, that’s Harry Potter,” Viktor Krum confirmed. “Is he the one who cast this protection?”
“That boy? Impossible,” Madame Maxime said. “This must be Dumbledore’s work… but where is he?”
“Severus, is that right? Is Dumbledore back at Hogwarts? I’m sure you know something about this,” McGonagall asked, her gaze fixed on Snape.
“The Headmaster is not here. This is Potter’s doing. He is…not what you think,” Snape said, his eyes fixed on the black-robed figure in the distance.
“What do you mean by that?” Professor Flitwick asked.
Snape glanced back at them for a moment. “I believe we’re all about to see something impressive.” Or at least, he hoped. Otherwise, they were all going to have some very painful deaths.
Comments
Alkole
Got me hyped for the next chapters where he smacks everyone while the whole world watches
