Hermione pushed Daphne. "GO, we have little time if we want them to help Harry."
Both girls began to run. Harry grabbed his thread to the main entrance, and thickened it. As he had confirmed with both girls that they had understood the plan, he grabbed the power and PULLED.
He REALLY should have practiced this before. It felt like his body was twisting, his arms broken, his legs torn and shredded, blood boiling, his heart didn't even TRY to beat. Every cell of his body was angry with him...
He appeared in the hall. Limbs? Yes, he was here. So was a smell...
Without thought he took a giant step backwards as a WALL moved in front of his eyes... no, it was a slab of wood being wielded by some sort of... ah. Troll.
Three were watching the fourth, who was confused that the child was not an inch tall at the moment. From what Harry could tell, this large one was the leader, even had some skulls dangling from a rag worn around his waist. The other three each had club like objects, but thankfully they all seemed confused that Harry was not flat.
'Wrath, get ready.'
Harry threw both hands at the leader. CABLES of green exploded from his body, cords and ropes following, twisting into the monster. His skin felt strange, like an oily surface, but he could still get SOME leverage as he began twisting and wrapping the beast. Harry could hear the strange language they grunted as the leader tried to move.
Oh Merlin, he just told the others to help him out.
Before Harry could move he felt something smash into his side like a TRUCK. His body went horizontal till he smashed into the wooden door of the school, and he heard several things crack. His left leg had broken in two places, his ribs broken in three, his left arm was... oh. It was gone. It had torn off. That was REALLY bad.
'Wrath... we can not capture. End them.'
'Yes Master.'
Grungs, Leader of Troll, Eater of men, was confused. He was used to this.
Confused was how trolls existed. Everything confused them. They were confused about small man-food. So he smashed it. New small man-food appeared next to old man-food. He couldn't smash at all! He ordered non-food to smash it. Squelch, Grungs favorite non-food, had smashed man-food to side.
Grungs liked food flat. This is why Grungs did not like to delegate.
As he reached down to pick up a bloody arm, he heard something whistle.
Squelch fell to the ground. There was a hole in him. He was bleeding. Grungs turned.
The door was dark. The whole side of the room seemed to be dripping in shadow. Rising proudly from the depths was a skeletal man, eyes glowing a fierce green, with one nothing but an ember. His right arm was pointed at what used to be Squelch, with small spheres of stone rotating around it.
As Grungs watched, those eyes turned to Gnawsh... three stones vanished, and Gnawsh's head vanished. There was... something was going on.
Grungs ROARED and began lumbering toward the tiny man-food. He was ANGRY, and here was something to smash.
Harry's eyes turned to the leader Troll. Wrath waited.
When the creature was a step away, Harry created ropes of magic, thick ones, rotating in multiple directions and speeds. Trolls were magic resistant. Even fire resistant.
This one BURNED. His scream echoed in the school, setting off screams of children elsewhere.
Harry's eyes hardened. This was going to attract innocents if he didn't hurry. There was one left, and he seemed... well, terrified, really. As he prepared to slaughter it... no.
Wrath withdrew. Harry took steps, slowly dragging his broken body toward the last Troll. With no hand movements, the creatures weapon was dissolved. As the boy drew closer, the huge muscular creature got on its hands and knees, curling into a ball, and started to cry.
He couldn't do it. The threat was gone. This creature just had to be moved away.
Reaching deep inside, Harry pulled the purest link of power he could, and linked his brain to the creature. Inside of Goran he was crying. His friends had died, he was alone, and something was coming for him. He was supposed to be eating man-food, not alone.
As he laid upon the black misted ground, Harry stood behind him. Well, he had done this before, right?
Carefully Harry pulled one of the brown threads out of the creature, cringing and crying at his feet. Since he was... unarmed at the moment, he guided one of his own ropes to connect.
It was a RUSH. Harry could feel power, raw power... but also fear. Sadness. Anger. So much. He widened the connection. As he watched, the green power began invading... Goran? Goran. He could FEEL the power entering the creature.
Harry knew that what Goran needed was the ability to communicate. His mind was focused on physical strength only, the magic in his body was too close to earth and not at all like Harry's or Hagrid's, streaked with other colors.
As he widened the connection, Harry focused on the boy's brain. This troll was only 14 years old. Why had his friends wandered into the castle? He would need to be cared for.
Raw healing poured into the Trolls mind. Harry focused on treating the Troll like a slightly damaged human. More intellect, more memory, more reasoning... Speed. Think faster.
Maybe Harry should have healed himself before doing this. At least Wrath had stopped the blood loss.
Professor McGonagall was running at full speed, following a bushy haired girl through tunnels, around corners, and into portraits that even SHE had never seen before, running toward SOMETHING huge and in the castle.
Harry had never abused the privileges he had earned, he had never acted up. If he said there were monsters, Minerva was bringing all the help she could. She had already sent a Patronus Message to Flitwick to contact the Ministry for Aurors.
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