"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"
Harry felt all other sounds abandoning him as Bellatrix chanted, carrying a dreamy, reverent expression on her face.
From the corner of his eye, Harry could still spy the blue flashes marking Black's presence. If it had been anyone else, then he would have cut his way through it, just like he had done with the dragon while trying to save Daphne. However, the Werewolf wasn't just anyone else, but Professor Lupin! It would be a great matter of luck if he managed to keep the Werewolf away. Because if it came here, Harry didn't doubt for a second that these evil people would kill the Werewolf instantly!
Thinking of those horrible ideas didn't take Harry's mind off the horror happening in front of him, though.
Bellatrix waved her wand, and the surface of the grave under his feet cracked.
A handful of bony dust came flying out of the crack and fell softly into the cauldron. The silvery surface of the potion broke as it hissed and sent sparks in all directions, its color turning into a vivid, poisonous blue.
Then, for the first time, Harry saw an emotion on Bellatrix's face other than madness.
She hesitated, but only for a moment, before pulling a long, thin, shining silver dagger from inside her cloak.
"Flesh… of the servant…willingly given, you will revive your master!"
It happened in a flash.
Harry couldn't even close his eyes when Bellatrix, with a crazy look in her eyes, stretched out her left hand and swung the dagger, tracing a silvery arc.
Blood spurted on Harry's face as Bellatrix let out a scream that bordered on moaning.
The cut hand fell into the cauldron and instantly turned the potion bloody red.
Bellatrix stumbled a step back, still holding onto the dagger, and whimpered, the pain distorting her face as she looked at the bloody stump.
Something was going to happen, Harry realized, his heart slowing down in dread. Something… horrible.
Through her eyes filled with sadistic agony, Bellatrix looked at Harry… and smiled.
Slowly, she walked forward, around the cauldron, and came to a stop so close to his face that he could feel the hotness of her breath.
"Blood of the enemy… forcibly taken, you will… RESURRECT YOUR FOE!"
"Don't…" Harry whimpered out. "… you don't have to do it…"
The craziness in Bellatrix's eyes intensified. Thoroughly enjoying the bouts of pain and the horror on Harry's face, she lifted the dagger and put its tip on the boy's right arm before dragging it down… slowly.
Harry refused to scream, but his eyes popped out of his skull as the pain stabbed in and out of his arm, blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes.
Bellatrix threw the dagger away and took out a vial, collecting the blood.
Even as Harry's right arm burned with pain, he saw the look on her face — the anticipation… the thrill… the raw infatuation…
"My lord…" Bellatrix moaned, looking at the bloody red potion. "… Our time has come…"
Then, even as Harry screamed for her not do it, she lifted the vial and tilted its contents down.
The blood had barely trickled down the vial when a deafening buzz filled the surroundings.
Not only Harry, but even Bellatrix winced as their heads began aching like never before.
The buzz became even louder — something blurring into existence between the two of them.
Time seemed to pause as the thing revealed itself under the moonlight.
It was a monstrously huge bug, the size of an arm. Its wings looked so sharp that they felt like they were made of metal. It had a black and yellow body and, on its yellow head, two red eyes were glowing as bloody as the potion.
As Harry's blood fell out of the vial, almost reaching the potion in the cauldron, the creature lifted its two scissor-like arms.
Its bloody eyes glowed even bloodier.
The gray arms began glowing with a reddish-pink hue as well.
Then, just as the first drop of Harry's blood landed into the cauldron, it raised those arms and attacked.
From the creature's appearance to its attack, not even a moment had passed.
Its attack took even less time, tracing purplish arcs under the moonlight with a sharp buzz.
Despite its tiny arms, the purplish arcs leaving them enlarged beyond imagination and… went right through the cauldron, slicing it into four parts.
"NO!" Bellatrix let out a dreadful scream, her harsh voice matching the headache-inducing buzz.
But the deed was already done.
The bloody potion burst out of the broken cauldron with an explosion, scattering its contents in all directions.
The creature blurred again.
In the next moment, Harry fell, the ropes binding him falling on the ground, all sliced through neatly.
When he looked, the creature had already disappeared, its buzz reaching him from behind.
Harry, ignoring Bellatrix's inhuman screams, looked over his shoulder.
The first thing he saw was a bloody Ron piggybacking Barty Crouch Jr. as they fought without wands, the boy kicking the man's mutilated leg now and then.
Far behind those two, Black was now surrounded by not one, but two Werewolves. However, the second Werewolf, instead of attacking him, seemed to help him in restraining the other one.
Next to them, near the Shrieking Shack's debris, Sirius and Draco were dragging their feet, both using each other to keep themselves upright.
And, as Harry's entire head twisted, he found Daphne, bloodied and bruised, with her blue eyes carrying a magical glint.
She also carried a large book in her hands, which was letting out reddish-black fumes.
And over her head hovered the same creature that had sliced through Lord Voldemort's plan of resurrection.
"…Ninjask…" Daphne said, looking at Bellatrix, who was reaching for her wand in rage. "Fury Cutter… No… Use Aerial Ace."
Harry realized what the creature finally was.
It was a Pokemon!
"Avada…" Bellatrix growled like a wounded beast.
Ninjask was much, much faster, its body glowing like a silvery dagger as it shot forward, and…
… slammed right into Bellatrix, sending the witch flying with a bang!
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AN: Original Cinematic Image of Ninjask using Fury Cutter to cut the cauldron is available