章節 221: Chapter 221: "Night of the Silent Blade"
The campgrounds of the Quidditch World Cup had transformed from a scene of celebration to one of chaos and terror. Screams pierced the night air, accompanied by the crackle of flames and the sinister flashes of dark magic. Amidst this mayhem, a figure moved with deadly purpose.
Harry, now in a new disguise, was clad entirely in black with a ninja-like mask obscuring his features. His eyes, magically altered to a deep, unsettling red, surveyed the scene with cold calculation. The disguise was chilling, designed for stealth as well as to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies.
He moved with his supernatural speed and silence, avoiding the areas where Aurors were actively engaging Death Eaters. His targets were the outskirts, where screams echoed but no magical combat flashed - the places where the truly vulnerable were suffering. In his hand, a short sword gleamed, ready to spill the blood of Death Eaters.
His first encounter came swiftly. A masked Death Eater stood before a burning tent, laughing as screams emanated from within.
"Please! There are children inside!" a woman's voice cried out desperately.
The Death Eater cackled. "Music to my ears, Bloodtraitor! Burn!"
Harry approached from behind, his footsteps masked by the crackling flames. Without hesitation, he struck. The short sword flashed in the firelight, slicing through the Death Eater's neck with surgical precision. The laughter cut short in a gurgle of blood as the body crumpled to the ground.
Harry quickly slashed open the tent, allowing the terrified occupants to escape. A young couple clutching two small children rushed out, their eyes wide with fear and gratitude.
"Thank you," the mother whispered, "whoever you are."
Harry nodded silently, motioning for them to run. He wanted to use magic to douse the flames but restrained himself, knowing any trace of magic could lead the investigation back to him.
Moving on, Harry continued his silent patrol. As he navigated the chaotic campground, he encountered more than just Death Eaters. The destruction had left many innocent campers trapped and in danger.
Approaching a collapsed tent, Harry heard muffled cries for help. Without hesitation, he began to lift the heavy canvas and broken poles. Soon he had the tent back up, and the occupants were able to crawl out safely.
Their eyes widened at the sight of his intimidating appearance, but gratitude quickly overcame fear.
"Thank you," the father said, clutching his children close. "We thought we were done for."
Harry nodded silently, pointing them towards safety before moving on.
As he continued his hunt, Harry encountered more scenes of destruction. He helped as many people as he could without using any magic, all the while making his way towards the next Death Eater.
Minutes later, he encountered a Death Eater gleefully torturing victims. The masked figure was so engrossed in his cruel act that he never sensed Harry's approach. With a swift, fluid motion, Harry's blade found its mark, piercing the Death Eater's back and emerging through his chest. The victims, wide-eyed and trembling, watched their tormentor fall.
A quick assessment of the victims showed they needed no immediate medical attention, so Harry pressed forward.
Harry's next confrontation pitted him against two Death Eaters who had just overpowered some ordinary wizards. He approached silently, using the chaos around them as cover.
"Look at them squirm!" one Death Eater laughed. "Like insects under a magnifying glass!"
"Indeed," the other replied. "Shall we finish them off?"
The first fell to Harry's blade before he could even register the new threat, a quick slash across the throat silencing him forever.
The second managed to turn, wand raised. "Who? What?" he stammered, but Harry gave him no time to finish. In one fluid motion, he drew a throwing knife from his belt and sent it spinning through the air. The blade found its mark in the Death Eater's neck, and he fell, choking on his own blood.
As Harry retrieved his weapons, wiping them clean on the fallen Death Eaters' robes, he heard approaching footsteps. Sirius's voice rang out, "Put the knife down and surrender, or we'll be forced to attack. Whoever you are, you acted bravely, and I promise to give you a fair trial and help you."
Harry, deciding to add a theatrical touch to his escape, produced a homemade smoke bomb. It was a simple device made from flour, talcum powder, and a few other household ingredients - originally intended for pranks but now serving a different purpose.
Sirius, his wand trained on Harry, called out again, "What is that? Put it down, or we will attack. This is your last warning!"
As Sirius issued his final warning, the sky suddenly lit up with an eerie green glow. A colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue, appeared in the sky - the Dark Mark, symbol of the Death Eaters. Harry knew this was the work of Barty Crouch Junior, signaling the end of the night's carnage.
"Merlin's beard!" Sirius exclaimed. "The Dark Mark!"
Seizing the moment of distraction, Harry detonated his smoke bomb. The air filled with a thick white powder, obscuring vision and causing confusion.
"What in the name of-" Sirius coughed, his words cut off by the choking smoke.
In the chaos, Harry donned his invisibility cloak, vanishing like a specter into the night.
Sirius's confused shout faded as Harry made his escape, first to his hidden sanctuary to dispose of his weapons and disguise, then back to his room at Bones Manor. As he settled into meditation to calm his racing thoughts, Harry reflected on the night's events.
He had taken nine lives - all Death Eaters, but lives nonetheless. The ease with which he had done so disturbed him, yet he felt no overwhelming remorse. These were not innocent people but willing participants in acts of cruelty and terror. Still, the weight of his actions settled heavily upon him.
As he centered himself, preparing for the inevitable questions from Sirius and Amelia upon their return, Harry couldn't help but ponder the path he was treading. He had acted as judge, jury, and executioner tonight, a role he had never anticipated for himself. Yet in such a world and in the face of such evil, what choice did he have?
It was either kill or be killed. The wizarding justice system for purebloods was so weak that Harry knew the Death Eaters would be back to their usual acts if he had just subdued them for the Aurors.
Although Harry had eliminated nine Death Eaters, he was not entirely satisfied. Those he had killed were likely low-level members, cannon fodder in the grand scheme of things. But their absence would be felt, their loss a blow to Voldemort's forces, however small.
As dawn approached and Harry lay in his bed reflecting on the night's events, the faces of those he had saved flashed through his mind alongside the Death Eaters he had killed. The contrast was stark – the terror of the innocent versus the cruelty of the attackers. It reinforced his conviction that his actions, though dark, were necessary.
Harry had crossed a line tonight, one that could never be uncrossed. He was no longer light but had become a shade of grey. However, Harry knew it was necessary. This war with Voldemort would not be the only conflict he would face. There would be more in the future, and if he behaved like the light side, giving second chances over and over again, he would face endless troubles.
As the first rays of sunlight crept through his window, Harry steeled himself for the day ahead.
The sound of the front door opening downstairs jolted Harry from his thoughts. Sirius and Amelia were back. Taking a deep breath, Harry prepared himself for the inevitable questioning. He had his story straight - he had been here all night, safe and sound, just as they had insisted.
"Time to act," Harry muttered, sitting up in bed. "Let the show begin."
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