Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic 38 Chapter 20 - Trus

Hermione racked her brains, trying to think of a way to alert Vincent without any major interference. As Vincent took cover around a tree, she noticed a small bulge in one of his pocket. Her eyes lit up as she turned to Harry.

"Harry, listen to me," she said urgently.

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Vincent winced as the tree he was hiding behind had the bottom blow up in a cloud of splinters, scratching his face. He ran as the tree, now unstable, started tilting towards him, cras.h.i.+ng into the ground and creating a cloud of dust. Not having any time to rest, Lupin lunged out of the dust cloud, mouth wide open, only to see a small white vial enter it's mouth.

"Sorry Professor," Vincent muttered as he heard the crunch of gla.s.s, making the Werewolf stagger from the pain as blood dripped from it's maw. It shook its head, turning to him, baring its teeth, now blood red. "The Sleep potion seems ineffective. Just made it mad."

From his pocket, he felt movement and panicked, thinking that Peter had woken up and was struggling free. It turned out to just be Blimp as it slithered out and looked to a part of the forest. It seemed to be listening to something.

"Blimp, what—?" Vincent was stopped short as the Werewolf approached, swiping it's claws at him. All he could do was duck and parry with his rods, causing no small amount of strain to his arms. As it once again lunged with it's mouth, Vincent ducked, grabbing it's legs and pulling back hard. The werewolf fell back awkwardly as Vincent used the opportunity to get on top and strike it's face with his rods.

SMACK! CRACK! CRACK!

As he continued with his seemingly endless attacks, Blimp made its way, unnoticed, to where it heard something, a strange hissing tone.

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Harry stopped hissing and looked at Hermione. "Is that enough?"

"That's enough," Hermione held onto Buckbeak's rope tight, her knuckles turning white. She steeled her sight away from Vincent's fight and took a deep breath. "If you want to see who did that patronus, we better go now."

Harry looked towards that swarm of dementors in the lakes direction, where he, Hermione, and Sirius from the present were. Looking back at Vincent, Harry's face had a conflicted expression.

"What about Vincent?" Harry asked concerned

"He'll be fine," said Hermione, seeming like she was trying to convince herself as much as Harry.

Harry just went silent, after some thinking, he nodded and started running towards the lake.

"He'll be fine, right?" Hermione muttered with Buckbeak squawking at her silently. She tugged on the rope to lead it away from the scene. Her eyes furrowed at her final thought. "Where's Arnya?"

Several seconds later, a small pink snake approached the spot, finding nothing but a torn off piece of parchment.

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Vincent felt his arms burn with the amount of pain they were in from the impact of each strike. The werewolf's face and skull were incredibly tough, making him feel as if he were hitting a stone wall.

"Go to sleep already," Vincent thought with frustration as he felt the werewolf struggle underneath him, flinching at every hit. It's eyes started rolling back, making Vincent feel hope. "Almost there..."

However, it didn't seem like Vincent was getting off that easy. With great difficulty, the werewolf spat at Vincent, blinding him with it's own blood. As Vincent flinched back, the werewolf grabbed Vincent's throat and shakily started to stand up. It staggered with dizziness, trying to regain it's bearing as Vincent started to turn red due to the lack of air. He reached into his pouch to get another potion only for the werewolf to grab it and throw it to the ground, shocking him. A low growl came from it's mouth as it looked at him, straight in the eye. Helpless, Vincent watched it open its mouth once again, ready to take a bite out of him.

BANG!

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Arnya looked down on the forest from the top of Hogwarts, pointing her gun in Vincent's direction. She got ready to shoot again when a voice came through her mind.

"What are you doing?" Its tone was deep and calm.

Arnya stared at Vincent who fell to the ground.

"I'm just observing," she whispered.

"As expected," the voice echoed in her mind. "Observe, whether he succeeds or fails, it matters not to you, understand?"

The voice faded from her mind. She closed her eyes to calm her thoughts before opening them again, lowering her gun. Her scarlet eyes seemed lifeless, holding no will of their own.

Just like the time when she met Vincent.

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Vincent ran, grabbing the dropped pouch and leaving the werewolf behind to nurse it's wounded hand. Soon enough, Vincent couldn't hear the whining anymore.

He rubbed his throat, sore from the grab before as he looked at his pouch, torn from the werewolf's claws.

"It's not working right anymore," Vincent muttered as he looked in the empty pouch. He couldn't pull anything out of it, leaving him with only his rods as a final means of defence.

"There's no time, I have to help Sirius," Vincent got up, only to feel a little dizzy. He fell to his knee as he held his head. A loud static like sound went through his head, causing no small amounts of pain as he gritted. His teeth. "Come on, don't let this stop you."

Vincent tried to get up again, only fail. He sat with his back to the tree as he waited for the headache to pa.s.s.

"Why didn't Arnya fire again—" Vincent muttered unconsciously before stopping. He just remembered that what Arnya looked like during the holidays, after saving Vincent from Roden. Confused, unsure of herself, Vincent could guess why.

"What the h.e.l.l am I doing?" he chuckled as he looked up at the night sky.

He tried to get up, using the tree to steady himself before something soft smacked into the back of his head, making him fall.

"What the—? Blimp?" Vincent muttered as the sound faded from his head. He spotted Blimp holding a ripped piece of parchment between it's teeth. "What's this?"

Sitting against the tree again, he looked at the parchment, feeling thankful for his night vision to still be in effect as he read through the note.

"Hermione's handwriting?" he thought with a frown as he read each word.

"Sirius captured...tower...bring Peter there at this time..."

"This is..." Vincent's mind was fuzzy, still recovering from the headache from before. He couldn't think straight, as he tried to piece together how and why Hermione sent this letter to him. "Why is everything so confusing?"

Before Vincent could come to an answer, Blimp s.n.a.t.c.hed and turned the parchment, showing a few words on the back:

"Don't think too much about it, just trust me."

Vincent went silent as he read the note. After a while of thinking, he tapped his pocket. "Nyx, how much longer till I have to save Sirius?"

Nyx flew out, taking a look at the parchment. A small light lit up at it's fingers as it wrote on it.

"A bit over half hour eh? That should be fine," said Vincent. He tapped the parchment. "Nyx, can you write something else for me?"

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"?" Arnya watched as a small blue pixie appeared in her view, zooming towards her. "Nyx?"

Nyx just dropped a piece of parchment on her lap before zooming off. Arnya tilted her head in confusion as she read the parchment.

"This is Hermione's handwriting? Why would Vincent send this here?" she thought. She then turned it around, spotting an additional line under Hermione's "Trust me" message.

"I'll be fine, what do you want for breakfast when I get back?"

Arnya just looked at the letter for a long while, a bit of light coming back into her eyes, before taking a look back at the distant figure of Vincent who had a wry smile on his face for some odd reason.

"...Pancakes would be nice." Arnya said to herself.

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Vincent took a deep breath as he got up. "Trusting you Hermione. Piece of cake, right?"

Hearing a crunch, he glanced to the side, spotting a wolf like man approaching him with one of its arms drenched in blood. It glared at him with an intense look of hunger as it moved forward, step by step.

"Guess your not letting me off that easy," Vincent said under his breath and he readied his rods. He checked his pocket to make sure Peter was still there before facing the werewolf. "Professor, if you can hear me, sorry, but I'm going to beat the c.r.a.p out of you."

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...AUTHORS NOTE...

(Changed a bit of the last chapter)

Sorry for those who were waiting for so long, but it's finally here. There were a few reasons this came up late, hacked account, wifi died, computer needed to be fixed, (can't even joke about this, it really happened like so)

But if anything, I felt like I just needed a break from writing. I just didn't feel up to it lately and I didn't want to write any half-hearted chapter for a story that I put so much into. I hope everyone understands.

Now then, if there's any good news, it's, one, this arc is nearly over, and two, I will soon put out the first chapter of my original story, World:Unknown. The writing may be different since it's my own and not a fanfic of others work so if you give it a shot, please give some constructive feedback and criticism. Should be released in around a week or two.

Thank you all for reading and sticking to this story, I hope to see you guys soon.

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