Fire Pokers-Chapter Eight

Bellatrix stood, a manic grin on her face, as per usual. The room erupted in shouts, as Bellatrix and her small army shot spell after spell, along with the occupants of the dining room. The room was cast in colorful rays of light, all colors being shown, though some colors showed much more than others. Green and Red overwhelmed all the others by far.

Harry staggered up, leaning on the wall for support. The pain was gone now, but it left a slight tingling sensation, almost prickling. He got up, focusing on one of the masked people. While they shot a spell at a red-headed, plump woman, he came up behind him, socking him in the gut. The figure hunched over, and Harry swung his legs out. The man fell to the floor. Harry stomped on his head viciously, causing blood and brains to splatter. Harry grinned, and turned, only to see a green beam of light coming straight at him.

He ducked out of the way, out the doors of the dining room, and was relieved to see a fire. He slowly made his way to it, taking people out swiftly as he went. When he saw the blond, shooting beam after beam, but failing to notice one shooting straight for his turned back, Harry tackled him out of the way, before jumping up, and punching the guy square in the face. He staggered back, and Harry saw blood drip down, out of the mask. Harry kneed him in the groin, and when he was down Harry brought his elbow down viciously. The man fell to the floor, and Harry stomped on his head too. He looked to the shock blond, and helped him up.

"Pay attention!" Harry shouted, before moving on, making his way across to room to the first weapon he could see; the burning fire poker. He was almost to it, and was reaching for it, when he felt something clamp down on his arm.

Harry screamed in pain, but reached for the fire poker, whacking whatever had him through the head. It was a hairy beast of some sort, and was now knocked out on the ground. Harry ran the fire poker, still red from being in the fire, through its heart. Right before Harry's eyes, it was quickly losing hair as he decomposed, the hair just falling off, onto the floor. The bloody hell? First beams of light, now bloody werewolves? Ah shite, it bit me, was Harry's last thought before he pulled the fire poker out of the beast's chest.

Harry moved throughout the battle, dodging beams of light and whacking people over the head. He didn't have time to finish them; he just had to get as many down as possible. Then he could kill them. For right now, he just had to knock them out.

An all-too-familiar cackle reached his ears, and he looked ahead of him. Bellatrix had her back to him, and seemed to be dueling 'Padfoot'. "Is that the best you can do?" He taunted her. She shouted in rage.

"Avada Ked-AH!" She screamed. A still red-hot, double ended fire poker protruding out of her stomach. It was quickly pulled out, and Bellatrix was taken down, still conscious. She fell to the ground, and Harry took pleasure in stabbing the thing through her stomach again, hearing her scream. "That's for all those torture sessions, you psychotic Bitch." Harry snarled, before stomping on her head, watching was the blood and brains splattered, killing her.

Harry failed to notice all the eyes on him, as the sudden pain in his arm over took him. Harry fell forwards, right into 'Padfoot's' arms, before losing consciousness.

Sirius held his godson in his arms, and rushed to get him away from the spells. He carried Harry to his room, on the third floor, and didn't bother to pay any attention when he stepped on something sharp. He laid Harry down on the bed, and checked him over. He looked unscathed, besides the nasty bite mark in his arm that caused such dread to fill Sirius' heart.

The yells vanished minutes later, and he figured one side of the battle must be dead. When Draco stepped upstairs, followed by a few people, he knew the Death Eaters were gone.

"Someone go floo Poppy!" Sirius ordered, worriedly. Molly rushed out. Draco took a step forward, his eyes downcast.

"He saved my life," He piped up. Sirius glanced at him. The rest of the rooms occupants, a slightly scraped up Tonks, Hermione with a cut lip, Neville with a black eye, and Fred and George, George with a slight limp and Fred with blood running down the side of his face, his skin deathly pale, a bandage wrapped around his head.

"He pulled me out of the way of a spell aimed at my back. He murdered the person who shot at me. Stomped on his head. He yelled at me to pay attention after helping me up and moved on. I kept seeing him knocking down Death Eaters..." Draco trailed off.

"Yeah! The way he was taking them down...he didn't even use magic! Took 'em out the Muggle way! Be a right good Auror," Tonks chipped in.

"I saw it happen." Neville spoke quietly. He stared at the bite wound on Harry's arm. He was reaching for the fireplace. Greyback attacked him. He reached for the fire poker, whacked him over the head and then stabbed him. I'm surprised he was able to kill him. He lasted for so long...the bite should have knocked him out on the spot."

Sirius' heart jumped into his throat, bile rising. It had been Greyback. Sirius had somehow known when he saw the bite, but he couldn't help but hope he had been wrong.

"The poker was made of silver. Of course it would kill a werewolf." Sirius muttered. He couldn't get the image of Harry's face as he murdered Bellatrix, but Sirius felt...an odd sort of pride, bubble up in his chest. His godson and taken out so many Death Eaters, without magic, that many Aurors couldn't even harm.

"That's why Harry was able to get to them. He used Muggle fighting. Death Eaters are all arsehole purebloods, who don't know a thing about Muggles. They know magic, spells. They don't know Muggle fist fighting." Hermione mused.

"He remembered me...he remembers me. He remembered Remus..." Sirius trailed off. He had felt so elevated, so overjoyed, but...then Bellatrix and the rest the inhabitants of cuckoo land infiltrated. "They must have had a tracking spell on him. I'm surprised it took them a month to find us. They always do, in the end, though," Sirius said, sorrow filling his voice. He brushed the hair out of Harry's eyes tenderly.

"Oh my!" Poppy Pomfrey exclaimed, Molly Weasley on her heals. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, rushed forward, and pushed Sirius back to chest the horrible bite on Harry's arm. It had stopped bleeding by now, but the shirt he wore was completely soaked through.

"You have a potions supply, don't you? I'm going to need pain killers, blood replenishers, skele-repair, and a few more things," Pomfrey muttered. Sirius went downstairs, heading to the place where they indeed kept potions. He hovered over Pomfrey as she did was she could, until she finally huffed and said she couldn't work with dog breath down her neck, and told him to wait outside.

Like a dog with its tail in between his legs, Sirius walked out, shutting the door behind him.