Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Still don't own them.

Looks like there will be KakaIru. Most reviewers asked for it and I was half thinking about it myself so yeah. Had some interesting suggestions for others and I am still thinking them over.

As for the real perpetrator of the massacre I have had some helpful things pointed out to me.

So, thank you to all you wonderful reviewers.

Here's what a lot of you have been waiting for.

 

Chapter 8

 

 

Kakashi was up and halfway into Harry's room when the teen slammed into him before bolting into the bathroom. Harry's scream had probably woken their neighbours but at the moment he was more concerned with his flatmate. Sure the boy had been having nightmares nearly every night but he had never screamed like that before. Kakashi grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen before joining him in the bathroom. He knelt beside Harry and awkwardly rubbed his back as the teen continued to heave. When he was finished Kakashi handed him the glass and wet a cloth for is face. The whole time Harry remained silent, worrying the older man.

 

“Harry?”

 

“I remember.” Harry whispered, shivering slightly and staring off into space.

 

Harry's Dream

 

He looked out at the grounds from the room's single window. He could see the Ministry forces as they continued to work on the wards. They'd fall soon. He looked over at the rooms other occupant, the blond was still asleep and Harry envied him that. He had given up trying to sleep days ago, or was it weeks? All he ever saw was Tom. The visions were forced on him whenever he tried to sleep. All he wanted was to see Itachi, to hear that everything was going to be all right. But he hadn't seen him since that day in the corridor and he was honest enough to admit, at least to himself, that he would probably never see him again. Harry knew what his chances were, even with Itachi's training he was still only seventeen and he was facing an enemy more powerful than any other who had at least fifty years experience on him. He stiffened slightly as he felt something pass through him and then looked into suddenly alert grey eyes. The two teens were on their feet and ready to move in seconds, the wards had fallen. They dashed through the corridors, using their knowledge of the various passageways to avoid the enemy. They hoped to get behind them and help the attacking forces by taking out some of the rear defenders. Hopefully the various traps they'd laid would take out more of the Death Eaters than their allies. Harry pulled his wand as the sounds of fighting began to reach them. Beside him he felt more than saw Draco do the same. It wasn't long before they joined the fight, throwing themselves into it. Harry dodged automatically as a spell flashed past him, hitting the Death Eater he'd been fighting and putting the man out of the fight. Eventually he managed to fight his way to Remus' side. The werewolf smiled at him for a second before they went back to back, firing off curses as quick as they could. Harry was saving his few jutsu's for the fight with Tom.

 

Harry collapsed, exhausted onto the ground, eagerly accepting the flask Remus handed him.

 

“I'm glad you two are okay. When Hermione showed up alone…”

 

“Someone had to keep the idiots occupied until the ret of you could get here. It hasn't been the most enjoyable month but we managed.” Harry leant tiredly against his godfather, just glad to be with him again.

 

“Get some sleep cub, I'll watch over you.”

 

“Can't, he won't let me.” Harry muttered tiredly. Remus pulled him into a hug.

 

“It's okay cub, it'll be over soon.” Remus murmured, holding him tightly.

 

Harry forced his face to remain blank as he watched Remus collapse lifeless to the floor, Wormtail's silver hand still halfway through his chest. Without a thought Harry's hands flashed through the seals of his most recently learnt jutsu.

 

“Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu.” He watched as Wormtail died and then turned back to the fight, ignoring the pain in his heart. He hadn't wanted to use any jutsu's yet but his body had reacted because of Itachi's training. At least the traitor was finally dead, he would mourn Moony later; either that or he'd be joining him. Harry pushed those thoughts away as he dodged a killing curse, sending one of his own back. His use of a jutsu had brought an advantage, those Death Eaters close enough to see what he'd done had been shocked into stillness for a few precious seconds, enough that most had fallen to a barrage of curses.

 

Harry dodged and then jumped, using chakra to run up the wall and out of range, trying to get his breath back. It had been three days of near non-stop fighting since the wards had fallen, two days since Moony's death. Now he was finally facing his enemy. Tom had blocked them from the rest of the fighters and Harry wasn't about to complain. It would be easier to fight without worrying about being hit from behind. Both sides had suffered heavy losses, the most painful the many students who had been killed while the Ministry forces had been trying to get in, despite Harry and Draco's efforts to distract the Death Eaters. He smiled slightly as he saw Hermione and Draco fighting back to back to protect a group of first years that looked a bit the worse for wear but otherwise unharmed.

 

“I do not know how you are doing that Potter but it will not save you.” Tom hissed.

 

“All it has to do is buy me time Tom.”

 

“Do not call e that! I am Lord Voldemort!”

 

“No, you're just a pathetic little half-blood who can't accept what he is. Because of that you've torn about this world and tried to destroy another. How many people have you killed Tom? How many innocents whose only crime was that they weren't magical?”

 

“Innocents? They are not innocent!”

 

“What? Because your father abandoned you? Because you were treated badly at the orphanage? Grow up Tom; you're not the only one who had a bad childhood. There are tons of people out there who had worse. You don't see them trying to take over the world!” Well his plan was definitely working, Tom was getting madder by the minute. Harry stumbled slightly as the wall he was standing on shook, they had to end this soon, the castle had taken too much damage. He could feel Hogwarts spirit screaming in pain as spell after spell hit her walls. Sometimes he hated being so in tune with magic. With a thought he summoned Gryffindors sword and dropped from the wall to land silently behind his nemesis. Only incredible reflexes allowed the older wizard to dodge what would have been a killing blow. He blocked a curse wit the blade and then attacked. He had to immobilise Tom and fast. He winced as part of the ceiling collapsed, taking out a few wizards but he didn't have time to worry about whose side they'd been on.

 

Harry forced himself back to his feet, ignoring the blood trickling from his wounds and instead staring in shock at the body in front of him. Tom's shield had dropped ten minutes ago, making their fight more difficult as they now had to dodge spells thrown by multiple attackers. Lucius Malfoy had taken advantage of that fact and only Draco's throwing himself in front of Harry had saved the other wizard. Harry shook off his shock and shoved his rage and grief deep down, forcing himself to remain calm and focused. He was vaguely aware of Hermione in the background and could remember hearing her scream when Draco had fallen but none of that was important right now. He stared at Lucius and the older wizard smirked, uncaring that he'd jus killed his only child. Harry whispered a little known curse that he'd found in the black library, Malfoy Snr, would not be leaving alive. With that knowledge secure in his mind he turned back to his battle.

 

“What, no tears for the bravely fallen friend?” Tom taunted and Harry smiled grimly.

 

“Battle is no time for tears Tom.” With that they were once again going all out. Half an hour later Harry smiled and his hands flashed through the same seals he'd used two days ago. Tom was down, the back of his legs slashed by a lucky blow from Harry's sword.

 

“Goodbye Tom. Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu.” Harry watched impassively as the so-called Dark Lord burned. As Tom Riddle's spirit finally left the mortal plane every living Death Eater dropped, dead before they hit the ground. There were a few shocked looks when Severus was not among them, no one outside their tight knit group had known about Harry removing is Mark. Shouts of joy went up only to turn to screams of terror as the castle lost her fight and began to fully collapse. Although nearly dead on his feet from exhaustion Harry reached for his magic and that of the castle, weaving them together to strengthen the building for just a little longer.

“Everyone run! The castle won't last long.” There was no argument as people began levitating the wounded and running for the doors. Only two paused as they noticed Harry hadn't moved.

 

“Harry run!” He smiled sadly.

 

“I can't Mione, I'm the only thing holding this castle up. Go!”

 

“No!” She screamed, tears flowing freely.

“I won't lose you too!”

 

“Mione.” Harry whispered sadly. Severus met his eyes and nodded, giving the teen a small sad yet proud smile. He stunned the young witch and then took off as fast as he could. Harry closed his eyes, still smiling sadly as he waited for the last survivors to leave. As he felt his two friends leave he released his hold on the magic and simply stood there calmly as pieces of his beloved home began to rain down around him. He looked up at a loud crack and watched as a large piece of the ceiling plummeted towards him.

“Goodbye.” He whispered sadly and closed his eyes, waiting for death. Instead he felt fiery warmth encircle him and then pain like nothing he'd ever felt before. Thankfully he passed out after mere seconds.

 

End Dream

 

Kakashi looked down at the teen, knowing there wasn't much he could do for him. He would talk when he was ready, hopefully. To his utter shock he found himself almost wishing for Harry to dream of Itachi. That was something he'd never thought he'd do but the teen needed comforting and for some reason the Uchiha seemed to genuinely care about him.

 

“Come on, let's get you back to bed.” Harry didn't protest but he didn't help either, leading to Kakashi carrying him back to his room. He didn't know what had happened but it must have been bad. He felt sorry for the boy, thrust into a strange world with his only long-term friend being an enemy of his new ones after having been in what must have been a cataclysmic battle. The teen acted old for his age but he was still only a boy, only a few years older than his team. Harry just continued to stare blankly ahead, lost in his memories.

“Call me if you need me.” With that Kakashi went back to his room but he didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

 

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