He was quickly becoming overwhelmed, the ravens swarming him unrelenting with their various attacks. Harry found himself unable to do anything but cower within a shield, though it was only a matter of time before something would break through.
Wishing to avoid what had happened countless times before, he rolled as he released his grasp on the magic sustaining his barrier and immolated the birds with a burst of white fire.
The figure nodded its approval, continuing to circle around Harry who panted rapidly from his efforts.
"Good, Peverell, but you should have taken the opportunity to fight back sooner," it said casually, its own exertions leaving it no less fatigued than before the fight had commenced.
Without warning, white bolts of magic begun striking the ground at Harry's feet, and he dodged in vain, his eyes widening as ghostly figures emerged from the small craters left behind.
Know he needed space, Harry vanished in a cloud of smoke and appeared on the other side of the room next to the veil before unleashing a long white whip from the tip of his wand.
Snapping it towards the approaching figures, he was relieved they vanished, one after the other with each stroke of his whip.
"You are learning to trust your magic," the black-robed figure commented, "allow it to consume you, Peverell."
Harry swallowed deeply and nodded, the icy chill of his magic filling his veins and he almost balked as he now found himself in a large field stood opposite his foe.
"Feel it, Peverell," the figure whispered, "bear witness to the power you wield when you give yourself to it."
Harry looked down to see the foliage beneath his feet slowly withering, dying before his eyes.
"DEATH!" Olin shrieked from somewhere nearby.
"Now, strike me down, Peverell."
Knowing if he did not act, the figure would, Harry did not hesitate, his wand twirling in his fingers as he unleashed his attack.
Spell after spell left his wand, a shroud forming around the figure before it was set upon by faceless, ghostly figures wielding crude weapons that they swung indiscriminately at their captor who kept them at bay with but a minimal display of the power it wielded.
Harry had expected no less from the souls of those the figure kept imprisoned, but it served to distract his opponent and Harry sent forth another wave of magic, one that was not so easily dismissed.
It began to rain heavily, and the cloaked figure dispensed of the ghostly figures with but a gesture of his hands before looking towards the heavens almost expectantly as a rumble of thunder sounded.
With a final surge of magic, a gust of wind swept the falling droplets of water in its path and towards the robed figure who simply vanished in a puff of smoke before an explosion of lighting scorched the earth of where it just stood.
"You're learning, Peverell," the figure whispered from next to him, and Harry found himself frozen in place as a cold, clammy hand closed over his shoulder.
"I'm still yet to defeat you," he sighed.
"Do you believe you can?"
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Whispers of a Raven by TheBlack'sResurgence
FanfictionThe world around him had crumbled as the Ministry fell. He had become the hunted, and with only his wits, resilience and an ominous raven, he'd had to learn to survive. But why was he so compelled to go to the one place he knew he should avoid? The...
