The name of this chapter is still eluding me so I'll leave it a question mark for now.
Chapter Eighteen
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"Potter!" Moody growled to the bewilderment of the two wizards with him. Dobby stood transfixed, his gaze darting from the three wizards that had just entered the floor and the general area where Harry crouched under the cloak.
Harry reacted instinctively and charged the group blocking his path to the door and escape. This sudden move took Moody by surprise and the others went scrambling when they were suddenly pushed aside by something that they did not see but sensed and heard coming at them.
Artimus fell hard into Moody knocking him down and the warden fell hard against the wall of the central stairwell. This cleared the path to the door of the stairwell and Harry reached out and yanked the door open as his cloak slid down to his shoulders. He spared a quick glance back at the stunned faces of the men; with fear, uncertainty and an almost pleading look of regret etched on his face before charging down the stairs taking them three at a time. The warden looked over at Dobby red-faced and said "You!" but there was a pop and he disappeared from sight.
"After him!" Moody bellowed recovering his feet and limped toward the door. The warden set off the alarm with a flick of his wand as he preceded Moody into the stairwell followed by Artimus. As Harry ran headlong down the staircases as the doors leading to each floor started to open and guards from each cell block came charging out into the stairwell at the sound of the alarm.
The guard who opened the sixth floor door saw Harry's disembodied head pelting toward him and was momentarily shocked so that Harry was able to push him aside and keep making his way down the stairs. Harry quickly pulled the cloak back up over his head as he continued to bolt down the stairs so that he was invisible to the guard on the fifth floor. Unfortunately this guard was a large man and he was blocking the stairwell looking up at the sounds of something approaching. Harry grabbed his wand and quickly shouted "Patrifiscus Totallus!" and the man's arms snapped to his sides and he fell over onto the landing backwards.
A stabbing guilt followed him for he didn't want to curse all of these guards; so as he came closer to the fourth floor he slowed his pace and held his breath as he tried to slip past the guard who was looking upward toward him but also kept looking back toward the open door to his cell block because one of the prisoners on this floor was making a horrible racket.
Harry managed to slip past this guard but heard the unmistakable sounds of pursuit by Moody, the warden and the third wizard. They had reached the guard that Harry had hexed and were getting much closer. Harry kept running down the stairs and stopped before coming in sight of the third floor guard who was looking around uncertainly. Harry plastered himself against the wall and started down toward this man as quickly as he could without making too much noise. The sounds of running and shouting from the floors above helped to mask his passage and he managed to slip past this guard unheard, but as he got just around the corner he tripped on something on the stair and fell heavily into the wall making the guard he had just past start running down the stairs toward him. Harry pushed back from the wall and ran as fast as he could down the stairs to the sounds of the guard from the third floor. The guard on the second floor was also in the middle of the stairwell looking up but he was a smaller man and Harry simply plowed past him knocking him into the wall as he darted past.
By the time Harry made it to the cistern room he was shaking and coughing hard. His heart was pounding against his chest and he made straight for the pipe in the waste basin, which was filling up with wastewater. He started to wriggle his way down the pipe when dirty water started to wash down the pipe with a foul smell that splashed all around his head and face, up his nose and in his mouth. Harry tried to take a deep breath but suddenly the force of the water draining out of the pipe increased tenfold with its volume and he found himself shooting out of the drainage pipe with the prison wastewater. He tumbled out onto the rocks and rolled away from the gushing pipe coughing and sputtering.
"Dobby! Where are you?" he called looking frantically around for the little elf. Dobby emerged from behind a large bolder some ten meters to the left with Harry's broom in hand. Harry took hold of his firebolt, threw the invisibility cloak at the elf and yelled "Meet me at the cave!" Then he mounted and kicked off hard shooting straight up into the air.
The strong winds from earlier had grown to near gale force and the sky was shrouded in low black clouds. The storm that the Ferryman had spoken of in the warden's office seemed to have arrived and Harry was finding it extremely difficult to stay on-course. It had not started to rain or worse; snow yet but if that happened before he reached the other side of the firth he would never be able to see to fly. He fumbled in his robes for his wand and quickly pointed it at his glasses and shouted "Impervious".
A strong gust of wind buffeted him and he nearly lost his wand. He quickly pocketed it and looked back at the prison. The West Tower was right behind him and he turned back to the open sea. The warden ran onto the second floor through the open door because he saw Harry through the window behind the guard desk there. He drew out his wand and pointed it at the window opening it then shouted "Stupefy!" Moody saw this and also pointed his wand out the window and shouted "Protego!" deflecting the curse that the warden has sent at Harry fleeing on his broomstick. Moody turned angrily to the warden and shouted, "What are you trying to do, kill the boy? I wanted to find him to bring him back safely. If he falls into that water he'll die you fool!"
Harry never realized how close he came to being knocked off his broom by that curse. Moody had deflected it but only feet from him as he flew off over the torrential waves boiling below him in the firth during the beginning stages of a storm. Harry flew as fast as he possible could go on his firebolt to try and make landfall as quickly as he possible. The wind buffeted him and blew him far of course though he was unaware of this fact. He was growing weaker as the 30 mile and hour winds assaulted him and the fever from pneumonia sapped away his strength. Ice crystals had formed on his hair and around his glasses but mercifully he could still see as the Impervious charm was working on he lenses. Harry's hands were completely numb but he concentrated on gripping his broomstick hard and leaned forward trying to inch as much speed out of it as possible.
After what seemed like hours he saw the dim outline of the mainland on the horizon. He was becoming dangerously weak and sleepy as hypothermia threatened to engulf him. He looked resolutely at the thin line of darkness that told him that the cliff face was ahead and pressed forward.
The wind was whipping the waves near the shore into a foaming froth that splashed dozens of meters into the air. His vision was becoming hazy with fever and numbing cold and suddenly the two enormous spires of jagged rock that were the Duncansby Stacks blocked his path. He was flying directly at them at top speed and was too close to pull up. Relying on his quidditch instincts he spiraled off sharply to the left but his numb fingers slipped from the handle and he nearly fell to the churning waves almost two hundred feet below but as he continued to spiral he was able to grab the handle again.
He was not near the ferry dock at all and would have to fly up the coast for a least a mile to find the cave in the side of the cliff face. It was dark now and Harry was worried that he would not be able to find it.
'Hold on you can make it' he told himself and flew very close to the cliff face to try and identify the cave or at the very least the stairs leading down to the ferry dock but he was barely holding on to consciousness as he flew and nearly hit the cliff face twice. Fever and exhaustion had taken their toll and Harry's mind was becoming as foggy as the freezing air.
Up ahead he saw a dim light that had a flickering quality to it, which seemed quite odd indeed. Somewhere deep in Harry's befuddled mind he felt that this flickering light was important and that he should go to it. As he neared the source of the light he could make out a small person floating halfway down the cliff face.
'What is that?' he thought dimly to himself.
'Why would someone want to stand on the cliff in the dark?' Harry flew closer to the figure and it seemed oddly familiar. It was small with large bat like ears and was peering anxiously out at the churning sea. It turned its head toward Harry and shouted "Harry Potter sir!"
Dobby had lit a fire in the shallow mouth of the cave as a beacon to Harry and was beside himself when Harry landed on the porch of the cave an collapsed. He was freezing and seemed disoriented. Dobby took his broom and stowed it behind a rock just inside the mouth of the cave opening then took Harry by the arm and led him into the cave.