NABC Chapter 228: In an instant
Chapter 228: In an instant
Chapter 228: In an instant
Disclaimer:
Harry Potter and all of its characters belong to J.K Rowling.
I own nothing but the original characters I make.
"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 228: In an instant
Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Graham Montague, and Peregrine Derrick got ready to enter the arena.
The four Lords stood waiting right outside while Lord Parkinson was seated a short distance behind.
James, Lily, and Dumbledore were on the other side of the arena, behind Harry.
The four boys stared at Harry, eager to jump into the arena and end his life once and for all.
Montague's eyes went to the strange pieces of jewelry on Harry's body. He had never seen him wear anything like that before.
"Nice earrings, Potter!" he said in a mocking voice.
"Thanks, I made them myself." Harry answered with indifference.
The smile vanished from Montague's face.
"That's not...that's not what I meant."
"Graham, that's enough, don't bother talking to him." Marcus Flint took charge, as usual.
"And soon enough it won't matter." Soon...Potter will be dead, he was sure of that.
"What are you doing?!" Peregrine Derrick exclaimed while pointing at Harry, who was now sitting on the arena floor with his legs crossed.
"Potter, I hope you are not considering giving up, because I'm afraid it's too late for that already." Dolores Umbridge said in a condescending way.
The spikes shot upwards almost as fast as bullets. Not giving the four boys time to process what was happening before they found themselves impaled in various spots of their bodies and lifted in the air like pieces of dead meat.
It took a few seconds for the ones watching to understand exactly what had transpired since it was all too brief.
The four Lords screamed the names of their sons.
It was in vain. The four boys were already dead. The spikes had pierced their vital organs, killing them almost instantly.
None of the Lords could have predicted for this duel, if it could still be called that, to end in such a way.
Harry lifted his wand a little bit. As the contact with the stone surface broke, the spikes sank back into the ground where they came from.
The spectators then realized that Harry had not sat down in an attempt to provoke them or give them any form of advantage, but he did it simply to be closer to the stone surface so he could perform his transfiguration much faster.
"That was both impressive and...brutal." James commented.
"He did not hesitate for a second."
"I'm glad he didn't!" Lily huffed.
"Those boys were going to kill him!"
"I know, Lily, I know. I'm not judging him...I have been on that side many times too, I know how it feels." James said in a placating manner.
"It was more than impressive, that is for sure." Dumbledore interjected.
"What Harry just did was not technically a spell...he performed a very complex 'Free Transfiguration'... commanding his magic to morph the surface of the arena and bend it to his will...and he did incredibly fast."
"Preposterous!" Umbridge shouted. "How can that blood traitor kill the four heirs like that?!, he must have cheated!."
Lord Parkinson stared at Harry with an increasing feeling of worry. He had hoped for this matter to be over quickly but not like this.
Now it was up to the four Lords to take action.
A.N: - Remember to comment, vote, and/or leave a review if you have the time. Those things help me a lot and I would really appreciate it.
You can Support me on P@treon if you like and get 10 advanced chapters.
You can also find images of some of the characters from the fic for free. Like Lyra, Holly, among others.