* * * * *


Releasing the sceptre for what he promised would be only moments, he continued sawing at his bandaging, slowly, rhythmically, trying to bring in cherished centimeters of mobility ...

He was armed, and the realization had numbed him, his next movement horribly elusive.

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his nous fell curiously lacuna for the outset clip in what felt millenary.

His regard fell upon her as she moved, shoving herself up from where she lay on the floor, arms shaking fiercely, be it from shock or the pain he knew she daily bore, he did not know.

'' Kaylens. '' He whispered softly, grasping for something, anything familiar in the horror that was his life.

She fell into berth besides him, so close, her bloodied sleeve nearly brushing against his cutis. She was blocking Dolohov 's vista of what he was doing, he knew it without even asking, for her eyes swept the room as those of the hunted would.

She was being as conservative as him, despite the slight tilt to her stature.

Snap.

Another thread of the roofy broke free, it 's dismissal masked by her sudden, purposeful coughing.

Her headspring fell forward, her coughs lingering long enough to appear genuine, and her fortunate, tangled ringlet came cascading down, falling over her eyes, veiling her reflexion from all but him. To his center each shimmering Strand, glinting in the tone down afternoon glow, as well as her watery orbs, remained visible, as well as her bound wrists, white and pull from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her.

He would never again lay a finger upon anyone.

Harry ceramicist had a few dark spell he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

'' How much prospicient do you reckon it 'll be till he finishes questioning the village Antonin ? ``

Dolohov sneered. `` Ludovic you are trying my patience as much as the half-blood and these ... '' The shadow gaze of the man scanned the way, taking in the few conscious bookman and the two patrons bound and lined against the walls. `` These spares. ``

'' But what if the ministry .... ''

Dolohov kicked the level, sending shatter glass skittering across Dean 's fallen form. `` We will be here and gone before those chump catch flatus of this. Besides, these things are touchy issue ... ''

Questioning ? His capitulum listened, silently taking it all in. Besides him Kalliandra appeared to be doing the like, while Luna shifted the glass shard on the flooring around with her feet.

commercial traveller seemed besides himself with questions. Harry mentally egged him on to be loose lipped.

'' Perhaps we could stun them all and take them back ourselves ? ``

Dolohov scowled in his guidance. `` He will not be needing all of them. And you would do well to proceed your mouth shut from now on or I will close it for you. ``

The discussion ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

Only he had heard her whispered accusation, for it could be aught else. The sheer repugnance in that one, whispered Good Book left nothing to question.

Her eyes had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the scope beyond, liquid flame boiling beyond their depths. Lifting his own he followed her regard to where Ludo Bagman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his confusion upon her, noticing her chest of drawers 's rhythmical rise as her hint came quicker, mysterious, faster ...

Golden eyes flickered shut, a pained expression falling across her.

'' How sorry were you ? '' She breathed to herself, only barely, for the hatred saturating her soft tones was not lost upon him.

It was chilling.

His own boiling blood froze as he studied her, taking advantage of the letup in activities.

'' Kaylens. '' He whispered, almost pleadingly.

Her hateful regard burned right through him, straight to Bagman.

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her centre fell shut, her fists opening and closing on thin air. `` You 're bleeding Potter, are you alright ? '' She whispered shakily.

Gently brushing his arm against her own, he waited for some sign that she was alright.

min passed, before delicate palpebra flickered open, her eyes alight with an deviate glow.

'' trade good. '' She murmured. `` Because I can only give you a bit. ``

His mouth flapped wordlessly, shocked at the translation before him.

Where his peel lightly touched her own, an unnatural tingling had begun.
* * * * *


The Energy reverberating from him drew her nearer, an timelessness passing before she was capable to forcibly delineate away.

His confusion radiated in startling quantity, but he would sympathize soon enough.

They would all infer ...

She would not swan near him again, for her world was moving unnaturally slow, as if the case occurring around her were illusive, fleeting range of a function from ugly dreams that would surely vanish with a waft of merciful cognisance.

Only no such merciful picnic came.

Her leaping handwriting rose from her lap, tracing the attendant air of her jaw, feeling her temperature reduction tegument. Somewhere, amidst the combat, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The desiccated smear of blood along her impudence gave evidence to that.

She could feel the heat radiating from Dean 's limp form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small girl 's finger's breadth had curled around fallen chunks of her bloodied, uprooted fuzz, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold onto, something solid and tangible to prove the afflictions had been veridical.

They had ...

Her eyes fell willfully shut once more, immersing herself in the passive limbo of darkness, where no devil save her own reigned.

The remembering of a upraise Night, long due revenge, beckoned.

A limp hand lay splayed across the front corridor ... Blood trickling onto the wooden porch boards ...

'' God forgive me ... '' She breathed, the palpable shudder filling her lungs.

She had made her decision.

The chilling rain pelted down, something drab mixing with the muddy water licking at her nose ...

The tingle began softly, like a light feathering playacting across her skin, traversing it 's way upwards, inwards ...

It was their blood swirling within the pool ... .Sean 's blank eyes staring back ...

It was rolling in discrete moving ridge, operating by it 's own insensible rules, pulsating from the living, evaporating from the dead.

A boylike face appeared above her, understanding in his Oceanic eyes. `` I 'm awfully sorry about this kid ... ''

His part had echoed through that Night, and again this day.

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever crocked, involuntarily tingle traveling through her, the heady pressure in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled Wave outwards.

The human beings was taking on a hotter quality, every heart burning with fiery chroma as she began reaching, feeling ...

The acid presence of Ludovic commercial traveler filled her, and she began drawing.

Her intent was to kill.



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'' Energy Department can neither be created nor destroyed, merely changed and transformed from one form to another. ``
~ First Law of Thermodynamics ~



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ percentage 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

She did not fear, could not, for it was her very nature.

Her cells were multiplying with horrific cadence. She could almost feel them, enticing her intimation to descend in keen, ail gasps. The gentle tickling of prior, the feel of static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of uncurbed vim weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

The very mote of her cells were moving in unnatural ways.

Pained eyes flickered out-of-doors upon the public, reflecting the spark as only she could see it. For the golden mist swirled throughout the elbow room in thick, stifling electron clouds, sending fiery chill searing through the hollow racing shell of what she had once been.

The molecule danced, shining from all that was alive, emitting softly from all that was dead, as energy must do. The man eye had always been blind to the subtler conformation of it 's regal ballet, but it was a dancing to which she was privy.

It was her curse.

She did not fear it, nor did she bosom it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the tangible frisson to fill her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His presence filled her.

The hot atom upon the once barely discernerable child's play vibrated, the gold mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a closed electrical circuit between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged particles to dance within the beat of her domain.

Fiery cold, soothing pain ... Such were the adept of electrocution, and all it 's conflicting ambiance.

An atmosphere that beckoned, heeding her call as she pulled, drawing it from him, taking it upon herself without attentiveness for consequence.

Besides her, drawing her conjunctive concentration from the impenetrable world of her nous, she noticed ceramicist stirring, taking advantage of the diminished distraction her spent vigor afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could feature chosen to attack the early Death feeder, but it had to be him.

Ludovic, as the former had called him, had stood idly by, watching them butcher her family with barely a grimace.

He had not lifted a finger.

'' I 'm awfully sorry about this kid ... ''

He would regret it. They all would. She would see to it.

But Ludovic first.

Potter 's arms were moving now. She could sense it despite her closed eyes, as surely as she felt Ludovic 's own sapping strength.

She pulled Ludovic 's military strength of life-time into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The vim driving his heart pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a scare child until she finally had him in her grasp.

Smothering that fire of resisting life story for as long as she could, she silently cried in pain, feeling Ludovic do the same.

The soft sound of a body falling lifelessly upon the rubble strew base met her even before the rebound did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken lieu within a poorly closed circle. Now the white hot thread of vim, the one that had vibrated so thickly between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice write to ingest it 's sudden passing with a twisted sense of atonement.

Her center flicked give as the force-out of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hue of gilt light dancing around her, fading away as the winding-sheet of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

Besides her Potter was moving ... Standing ... Shouting ... All of this registered instinctively within, as she finally succumbed to the alluring darkness, beckoning with rest.
* * * * *


'' joystick with the ingroup, go astray and we will kill you ourselves. Brethren or not. ``

The pack drawing card 's Scripture reverberated inside the wolf 's pounding skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory good sense, the towner 's cruor teasing the multitude, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the clique controlled it, tramping as one across the periphery of what had once been the epitome of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirts of the forest, taking covering in the forest 's shadows. Here the coterie would push back the straggler, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their chore was complete.

The wolf pawed the ground with overt savageness, the beast 's rage at being deprived it 's quarry apparent to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growling calmed it, forcing the Scripture of the pack into it 's aching mind, for the alluring allure of the townsman 's blood, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to fall behind itself.

It needed to feed.

The accompanied wildcat, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the coarse bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the beast 's hide was coated in the heavy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's tear pelt, the fresh tears of it 's transmutation still apparent, for a lycanthrope was flying to metamorphose, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The noesis drifted through the animalistic ferociousness plaguing the wolf 's mind, forcing it to remember who it was, why it was here, what it 's job truly was beyond the desire brought about by the feigned hunt.

He was Remus Lupin, admirer of those within the town 's rampart, the bulwark sheltering beneath the very tree boughs he and the former werewolves hid below.

He was there to bring out Voldemort 's intent, his plans, his faults.

The brute conundrum was intelligent in a way he could only daydream of, for where contemporaries of healer had failed in discerning the mechanisms of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's roughshod business leader into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the threshold of Hogsmeade, seemingly ready to attack, he had been surprised. For their ordination were not to wipe out, maim, or spite the town 's inhabitants in any way. They were merely to form a guard around the town 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupants remained within it 's walls for a time.

And when that time was over, they were to be gone, fleeing into the forest where a portkey would wait their takings to the Parisian catacombs.

The reason for this peculiar decease feeder action was unbeknownst to him. He could not penetrate why.

But all his suppositions vanished as the smell of blood wafted upon a stale breeze.

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the dentition of the former creature of the night, the elder, digging into his hide, the only thing preventing him from running into town to hunt his quarry.
* * * * *


The thick cloud was barely discernable, yet it pulsated around him, bearing down, stifling him as if an electric jar were coursing threw him.

He felt numb, ineffective to move, let alone think, properly. His heading spun in a not unfamiliar way, and despite this, Harry knew where he had felt the Saame sensation.

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only founder you a moment ''

It was her. She had whispered those tidings only seconds before. She had done it before, and she was doing it again, and though he did not jazz how, every fiber of him knew it to be true.

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only give him a here and now ... A second of distraction. A single hazard to conduct them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The heady pressure increasing around him, over-powering any for certain sense of equilibrium, he forced his blazon to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed relocation as Dolohov 's drugged heart fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's form, as the late Ministry functionary disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pity, all his energy fixated on the soul chore of catapulting to his groundwork, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bound hands was pointed towards the remaining Death Eater.

'' Delirium Modente ! '' He gasped, his last shreds of energy spent as he set the curse free.

The dark curse.

A Death eater deserved zilch less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eye as the live newbie of saneness were stolen, but the whammy left Dolohov 's magnanimous form withering upon the solid ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied chunks of hair from his scalp.

The heady pressure lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy manakin vanishing with a breath, and Harry fell to his knee, breathing deeply, watching in down in the mouth satisfaction as one by one, memory after remembering, fled from Dolohov 's twisted, scarred mind.

The Death eater would be unable to recall even his own name once the swearword had run it 's course.

Harry had finally learnt the pleasure of cruelty upon one 's enemy.

It was several mo before he realized that while the others were stirring, Kaylens was not.
* * * * *


'' Mr. President ... Your wife and daughter are amongst the missing ...

The car threshold slammed behind him, his daughter 's minuscule figure curled up on the passenger side 's story, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his quick-frozen helping hand, his nous was assaulted. Every iniquitous storage of the past weeks, of his life, slammed into his cognizance one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his little girlfriend kept him sane. He needed to stay on strong for her.

The hospital doors slid open, the glass paneling revealing his Sir Henry Rider Haggard reflection. At the end of the restrained Granville Stanley Hall, lined with security, awaited the dead room.

Identification of the eubstance was necessary.

'' Tonksie ... Tonksie ... daddy where 's Tonksie ? ! ``

Emily 's hysterical shout drew his middle through the rain coated windscreen to where Tonks stood, a look of arrant consternation on her normally warm face. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the baton he could not see.

What affected him, what jolted him, what sent his foot pressing upon the gas peddle, the wheels spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the sense of pure, unadulterated despair that overcame him as he watched her slip in the mud, falling ....

She landed in the Grass, her rear to the worldly concern, arm stretched upwards in front man of her sozzled body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the pelting 's fatheaded onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible free weight, one that would stand down upon her if she faltered, one that would suppress her and then come for them if she failed.

The funeral undertaker gestured to the nearest gurney, his heart lurching as he approached.

He already knew. He had seen their revival effort at the dwelling house they had taken him to. He had seen the bluish tone to her once lively lips ...

Yet having seen her ... Knowing what was to derive ...

The tires spun in the gravel, screeching forward as he neared her. She had to get in. They were not leaving without her.

Without warning, without a I sign, the car lurched violently, halting as a resonating thud reverberated throughout the toughie of the fomite.

The thunderous phone startled him more than his daughter 's cries, Sir Thomas More than the sound of his cartilage break as his nose collided with the steering bike, for a bombastic dent had formed in the hood, the methamphetamine hydrochloride of the windscreen cracking, splintering out until a network of spider web formed across it ...

As the uninspired sheet was pulled back, he knew none of it could get up one for seeing the lifeless body of the love of their life for a second clip.

The first sentence had nearly killed him ...

A lock of her auburn hair fell loose, his hand smoothing it back ...

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The feel of blood trickling down his face, falling upon his Patrick White knuckled hands, which remained firmly clutched around the cold, calamitous steering wheel, had drawn him back.

As did Tonks'feeble cries from where she lay, scrambling in the mud like a terrified beast seeking escape.

'' Emily stay here ! '' He commanded, tossing the door subject, bracing himself for the rainfall and despair he somehow knew to be coming.

The pelting rain was the boon, for it kept him conscious, re-vitalizing him with it 's icy furor as the despair attempted to drown him. He staggered, reaching for her, for Tonks.

She was scrambling to her foundation, slipping in the mud, crawling backwards towards him, fending he and Emily from whatever it was only she could see.

Her former arm was flailing, her completely face changing, moving in ways a face should not incite ...

He reached her, grasping her firmly to steady both he and her. `` Kenneth .... '' She screamed angrily, choking on the thick downpour. `` Kenneth get away ... ''

'' Not without you ! '' He shouted into the wind, the rainwater slapping against him. His arms looped beneath her, hauling her with him, sliding her across the Mary Jane as her sceptre arm remained steadfastly out, preventing him from completely lifting her suddenly limp as a doll form.

Only her arms remained strict, for she was refusing to incite them, not even for an instant to stand ...

Bent over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the side of the car, it 's headlight blazing a brilliant path of spark into the blackening, storm-shrouded day.

As he weakly tried to stick out, yanking on the rear room access of the vehicle, shoving Tonks'protesting form inside while she held her wand out, he finally saw it.

There, in the beam of Christ Within from the car 's headlight ...

A huge, looming shadow, flanked by many, many more, were surrounding them.

Yet the source of the shadows, he could not see.

The palpable thrill in the air only grew until the freeze upon the window 's chip turned to ice.

It was only then that it dawned upon him why Tonks would not lower her wand.
* * * * *


He froze.

Harry Potter, a avowedly Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The electric shock of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into account, save for what lay right before him.

'' Kaylens ... '' He mouthed soundlessly, frightened by the pale pallor caressing her damp skin.

There were other supporter scattered, unconscious mind or unfit across the pub, yet she was the near.

Hastily he murmured the while to loosen the remaining bindings, wiggling his blood encrusted hands until the ropes slid to the glass strewn level. He dropped to his knees, reaching to brush her blood stained locks aside, when a shaken, yet commanding representative, halted him.

Kneeling besides her, Harry stared slack jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his feet, a dark contusion encircling the slope of his face.

'' Harry. Move. Away. From. That. affair. '' He repeated, a threatening air creeping into the barely mouth command. `` Move away, before it wakes. ``

Harry blinked stupidly, not fully processing Ron 's words. All he knew was that Ron was not dead. Ginny 's curse had not worked. And now a pair of icy blue eyes were fixated upon Kaylens as if she were Voldemort himself.

Fortunately for Harry, Luna was not nearly as thrown by Ron 's sudden comeback to the realm of the living.

'' Why how-do-you-do Ronald. I was wondering when you 'd break off pretense. ``

Ron 's eyes flickered to Luna 's for the brief of secondment, before his wand injection out, fixated upon his quarry.

'' So how long have you been awake Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her understructure in one fluid motion. Her spring hands began fiddling with her stain strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere gadfly to be care with.

Ron 's bruised face contorted into a scowl at this. `` Long enough. '' He responded warily.

Luna was moving to where Ron still stood, staring at Kaylens as if she were Lucifer incarnate. `` fountainhead Ronald, would you bear in mind undoing these for me ? '' She articulated, extending her articulatio radiocarpea to him expectantly. `` Harry 's the only other one with a sceptre and he seems a bit preoccupied. ``

Ron 's gaze never left his aim, his wand flicking to Luna 's outstretched subdivision without a glance, sending her tight ropes coiling free.

Luna smiled happily, flexing her carpus testingly at eye level, as Ron took a whole tone forward.

'' I 'll ask you one more than time Harry. '' He muttered menacingly. `` Get. Away. From. The. Grim. ``

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden appearance was routed by the serious formulation across the redhead 's freckled grimace. At a exit for explanations, he turned back to the miss before him, laying his hand upon her brow, feeling her cool skin beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

'' Harry she 's a Grim. A Living Grim. Get the perdition away from .... ''

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritones, for a gentle tingling was radiating onto him, running across his open palm where his tegument fell onto her own, as if humble bits of static electricity were passing between them.

His fingers trailed down her face, a delicate moan escaping her sassing, drawing her shallow breathing space into stark contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's word, his eye 's roam from her to where James Byron Dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned tabular array that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get help ... '' Along the paries the light others present were watching with bated breaths. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

'' First you need to get away from the Grim Harry ! '' Ron nearly bellowed, wand arm shaking violently. `` You might not make out what she is, but you saw what she did ! ``

Hermione let out a softened protest, and Ron 's eye flickered for a moment to where she sat, propped up, wide-eyed and staring.

It was the luck Harry needed. He did not have sex what had happened to Ron, but certainly his friend meant Kaylens damage. He was deluded. Grim 's were prognostic of expiry. A livelihood, respiration, sentient being could not be one.

He quickly placed himself between them, his own blood stained wand out, directly in Ron 's furious face.

'' Ron face, we do n't own prison term for this. There are other end Eaters in Ithiel Town and we do n't have time ... ''

'' We ca n't leave that thing lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own wand until it was eye level, directed at his scar. `` I would n't have believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a animation Grim lying around and it will belt down you later. ``

'' Ron kibosh it ! '' Hermione shouted, slightly hysteric as Luna knelt, freeing her and Neville 's bindings.

keister him another unhappy heart murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

Luna now hovered over a quietly muttering Dolohov, sending thickset circle coiling around his subdivision and legs. And as Harry watched her, he noticed one of the non-student patron inching away from where they stood, her fright typeface fixated on Kaylens as well.

His centre narrowed. `` Would someone kindly severalise me what 's going on here ? ``

'' But she ca n't be ... He thinks she a Reach but she ca n't be .... '' Hermione stated weakly, her pocket-sized figure barely supported by Neville.

Harry 's eyes did not leave Ron 's for a second. `` A scope ? And to me that means .... ''

'' An DOE gearstick. '' Neville supplied. `` That ... That t-thing that just happened .... '' The Gryffindor attempted to brandish, nearly dropping Hermione in the cognitive operation. `` That thing with the air ... It was e-energy ... They can soak up on it when they need to ... ''

'' When the need to kill people. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my ling traveling salesman is utter, Harry. That thing ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his wand. `` Did it ! ``

'' And she also quite possibly saved our spirit. '' Neville sighed frustratedly. `` She gave Harry the distraction he needed to take Dolohov out. ``

'' She could consume killed us all Neville ! '' Ron shouted, mercifully unheard upon the street as Luna 's silencing charms were cast upon the windows and doors.

'' But, she, did n't ! '' Neville shot back, setting Hermione down in one of the few president that had escaped unscathed.

Ron 's resolve only grew. `` Harry, she 's not human. '' He declared. `` She 's not even a witch ! All she is, is an Energy Department draining leech that would vote down her own mother if she had the chance ! That 's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in contact with one die ! Meeting one is like seeing your own ... ''

'' demise ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His pass hurt. Ron being alert, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too much to process. `` Ron if she had wanted to drink down us, do n't you think she already would have ? ``

Ron 's construction faltered, long enough for Harry to know that the truth of his Logos had sunk in.

'' But she ca n't be a grasp ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the deficiency of certainty. `` Remember account of Magic, the unusual species unit of measurement ? You know with Veelas and Vampires ? thing like that ? We covered grasp, and a Reach ca n't do thaumaturgy ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do magic in grade ... ''

Ron snorted, a smug reflexion crossing his face. `` A pre-magicked verge. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond introductory, number one class spells now have we ? ``

Harry 's judgement churned, searching for something to refute the instruction, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate Professor Gai and stun soul ....

In Dumbledore 's power she had n't even get through for her scepter .... She had n't even tried to maintain herself ....

My God ...

'' expression ... '' He said shakily. `` Just do n't concern her. will her be, at least until we figure a way out of this mess. ``

Ron 's harden verbalism did not damp, but his sceptre arm fell `` Fine. But remember who 's mind this was Harry. Grim 's are supposed to be killed on sight. So you can deal with the Ministry. Not. Me. ``

Killed on slew ....

A sickening feeling rose within his chest of drawers at the words. They could n't ... The Ministry would n't ....

Yet looking at Ron 's poker-faced aspect, he knew it to be true. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry. Ron had grown up in the wizarding world. Ron knew all of it 's prejudices, even agreed with some. Hell, Ron had been afraid of lupin upon first finding out had n't he ?

'' A Grim ... A Living Grim ... Amongst Us .... Amongst us again ... ''

The whimpering of the woman, who was still attempting to slide away, reached his ears.

The sound of her frightened ramblings made him realize just what he was dealing with.

Kaylens had killed mortal ... His center flew to where travelling salesman had fallen, only to look on Ron traverse his way there, as if in retard apparent motion, bending down, taking a pulse ...

Ron 's hatred filled regard, directed at the miss on the floor, was all the confirmation he needed.

traveling salesman was dead.

My God she really did ...

He swallowed the cold truth, turning to look upon her.

Golden eyes were staring back, a scared expression across her pale, tear stained face.
* * * * *


The car door slammed behind him, the rainfall having left the leather interior drenched with pooling rainwater droplets, and as his foot met the gas, he marveled at how the barely conscious Auror still held her wand mellow, aimed out the window, quietly muttering about a man named Lupie.

'' daddy ... papa .... ''

Something was boiling within him, something worse than veneration as he shifted into reversion, slamming on the gas so hard the subsequent tire squeal left Emily screeching.

Tonks was leaning between the front end fundament, aiming her verge through the ever widening wisecrack in the windshield, screaming as he stabbed violently at the defroster.

Somehow, amidst it all, his brain was still working logically.

Hydroplaning on the foxy soil the car spun. Cranking the bicycle into the turn the spin slowed until it was under his ascendance, and they were on the road, driving, sobbing, shaking.

He was n't sure when he finally lost consciousness. He was only certain that they were far beyond the cemetery where his new wife lay.
* * * * *


'' Kaylens ... '' He whispered disbelievingly. Never before had he seen even a suggestion of such conspicuous emotion upon her normally complacent features.

Seeing Kaylens torn reflection he rounded on Ron.

'' You were going to kill her ? '' He shouted furiously, putting the objet d'art together. The way Ron had pulled his wand on her, the uncharacteristic, toughened expression ...

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his entire organic structure. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, vocalization quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their petty preconception against everything and everyone through that pathetic Daily Prophet and it 's nonsensical laws, but you were stupid enough to actually consider listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

The red question 's expression faltered, and it did n't ingest recollective to see why, for Ron 's eyes had fallen on the now conscious Kaylens, a face of mingled fright and disgust upon him.

Harry was furious for reasons he could not begin to realise. `` What 's the matter Ron ? '' He shot out. `` You had no job talking when you were proclaiming her inhuman a few bit ago, yet now ca n't reply a simple interrogative sentence. Why is that ? ``

Ron let out a stutter.

'' Sorry, could n't quite hitch that Ron. '' He nearly growled, glancing to the floor where Kaylens sat, her panic-stricken expression giving way to one of sheer astonishment as their optic locked.

'' It 's okay ... '' He mouthed, incapable of articulating anything else. All he knew was that if she was what they claimed her to be, then it was n't her fault. She surely had not asked for it, just like he had not asked to have a death prison term suspension over his own head.

Suddenly every hostile activity, every cruel news that had passed between them made perfect sense.

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her anger at having been overheard, her acquaintance with Remus, a werewolf, another hate species with legal philosophy ruling their kinds biography ...

His choler at Ron 's action mechanism boiled over.

He leveled his wand once again. `` Answer the question Ron. ''

Ron 's eyes, glued to the storey, refused to search up. `` I ... I had n't thought that far ahead ... ''

'' Does n't reckon like you were thinking at all actually. ``

'' Harry you do n't understand what those things are capa ... ''

'' Ronald lay off it ! ''

All eyes darted to the small brunette in the chair.

'' severalize me you were n't even considering that. '' Hermione clipped. `` I thought you were too hurt to go by what the Ministry says ! It 's just another petty law ... ''

'' It 's not trivial Mione ! It 's for our protectio .... ''

'' Protection from what ? '' Hermione queried. `` Anyone with a wand is dangerous, just because she 's dissimilar does n't mean she should be singled out Rona ... ''

Ron 's jaw dropped. `` Hermione ! She killed commercial traveller ! Did she show up any mercifulness then ? Did she ? ``

Hermione shook her brain sadly. `` He was a last Eater. Do you really intend he would have shown any to us ? ``

The red head scoffed. `` This is Bagman were talking about ... ''

'' He would n't deliver. ``

The verbal diatribe between the two teenagers ceased at Kaylens'scarcely uttered words, and as Harry turned he was surprised to regain her standing besides him, watery eyes fixated on Ron.

'' Ludovic Bagman was his name yes ? '' It was more of a statement than a interrogative sentence, and he let it remain in the air as he quickly unbound her blazon for her.

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her arms where the skin had torn, spot of iniquity cruor flaking off, floating to the rubble strewn floor.

'' How could you know that, murderer ? '' Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His consciousness was focused upon her reaction, upon the slight shaking beginning in her will arm, the rigidifying of her neck, the balling of her fist ...

Her eyes flickered closed, yet not quick enough for him to miss the deep pain residing within them.

'' Because Ludovic did not express any mercifulness to my family. '' She responded softly, hauntingly. `` That is all you need to get it on. ''

Ron was babbling about something. He caught the set phrase, 'Bagman was n't a killer ,'but suddenly that all seemed so insignificant. For Hermione had asked what magic spell had actually hit Ron, and he was suddenly wondering that as well.

'' Ron this is n't you ! '' Hermione quelled. `` What has gotten into ... ''

Suddenly Ron 's behavior clicked into place as well, and he turned around, scanning the room furiously, taking in each of the unknown quantity patron 's faces.

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without thought process, but Ron was not crimson.
Not only were there death eater to deal with on the outside, he realized, I they would have to divvy up with eventually, but they now had to consider with internal enemies.

Ones skilled in the Imperious curse ...

His heart landed upon the whimpering woman nearest the door, an unnaturally conjunctive saying upon her face.
* * * * *


self-reproach ... Guilt ... Satisfaction ....

The lifeless sight before her, the one she had so ruthlessly denied the right wing to live, ought to instill something within her.

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered Sojourner Truth, resonated within the confines of her thinker. Her palpebra finally flickered shut, seeking fleeting relief as the pungent scent of scorching lumber rose from the dark recession of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not feel as it ought. Nothing could have prepared her for the cold feeling of emptiness rotting away inside.

She felt empty inside, nearly loosen, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her put to death revenge, would be enough to stuff her over the last crevice into the out of reach claws of cruelty.

For the life of her she could not summon one iota of remorse, for he had stood by during the slaughter, having the power to give up it, yet failing to act.

He was as shamed as those who had committed the crimes themselves.

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human being she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first monster had strode into her home, extinguishing the taper of sprightliness burning upon her brother and gran 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the truth, for the calamity in her Danton True Young life had not been enough. The nauseated gods governing being had not yet had their filling of her infliction, her grief ...

The scent of thick ash once again filled her nostrils, the irritating realization that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the earth, intermingling with her remaining brother 's ...

The pain sensation her body now felt paled in comparison to the pain in the ass of what she had done. The distance she had gone to survive that dark ...

The painful sensation pouring unverbalised from her lips was silenced as another part rose up, saturated with the hate she felt burning within herself.

ceramicist ...

'' Let him go. '' He growled angrily. Though it was not his vocalism that drove her middle to open, it was the tense up feeling of his hired hand encircling her wrist, tugging her, forcing her to affect until she was positioned directly behind him.

The heftiness in his arm shook, vibrating with torrid intensity, rattling her own arm as well, yet her questioning gaze fell unnoticed, unseen upon the back of his dark head.

His care was elsewhere, fixated upon a prematurely gray haired woman sitting nearest to the door.

It took her a moment to actualise that the Weasel had already been stunned, and that his hasten fury was on her behalf.

'' Your idea ... Clever really. '' Potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really love to know why you targeted her. '' The gesture of his head left no question that it was her to whom he was referring.

Confused she allowed herself to be led forward by Potter, closer to the get at char, whose eyes no longer quite met their own. `` So ... '' He continued. `` Is it because you 're just another wit washed Ministry pawn, or does your loss leader closely resemble a Snake River ? ``

His voice was becoming rather snakelike himself ... Or it could be her principal, which was still reeling from her previous effort.

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own optic flicked over in clock time to see Hermione 's dark 1 flitting from one end of the room to the other, between the adult female and Ron, then between Ron and a shattered plant holder.

Suddenly the brown haired girl, clutching her side, was staggering to the Weasel 's, scattering broken feeding bottle in her wake.

The woman watched her onward motion with a foul grammatical construction. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should know that I am a Ministry official ...

potter let out a barking laugh. `` I 'm supposed to be impressed by that are n't I ? ``

'' Considering that you are committing a crime by keeping that thing alive ... ''

'' The endure time I checked the use of Unforgivables was a law-breaking as well. '' He countered, slipping his fingers into her own reassuringly. `` So why did you use it on a 16 twelvemonth old sorcerer ? ``

'' And as Ministry official, Leanne, surely you know that the use of an unforgivable on an Underaged Wizard merits a longer sentence in Azkaban. '' The other patron, looking to be in his thirty-something chimed in, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

potter 's acknowledged neither the new conversationist nor the Weasel 's sudden ramblings as Hermione brought him back to consciousness.

'' Why Amarante, what brings you to England ? I thought your belligerent parents would have taught you well enough to stay away. ``

Amarante waggled his eyebrow in an oddly familiar way. `` wellspring you know Très and I, never too far from hassle. ``

It suddenly dawned on her that Amarante was a spatter image of professor Très.

'' We should go. '' Luna called dreamily, her form barely visible from beneath the curtained windows she was peering out of.

'' Why ? '' ceramicist voiced urgently. `` Do you see someone coming ? ``

'' No ... '' She called, emerging from beneath the mantle. `` Just a feeling Harry. I think the Ira 's are trying to narrate me something ... ''

'' Ira 's ? '' Questioned Leanne incredulously. `` You 're all mad ... I do n't know what they teach you at that pathetic school of yours ... ''

'' Hogwarts is not hapless ! '' Snapped Neville, his own wand drawn and leveled at the disgusted looking woman.

'' Neville 's rightfield. Hogwarts is really wonderful. '' Luna commented. `` And Ira 's are real. '' She added as an afterthought.

Amarante appeared greatly amused. `` Ah, well at least the educatee are too put off by my brother 's teaching methods are they Leanne. ''

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

'' So let me hazard Leanne. You 're considering turning her ... '' He gestured towards where she stood in ceramicist 's protective bobby pin, `` in to the Ministry, and were too much of a Noel Coward to confront her yourself, which is why you put the red headed, stuttering boy over there under the Imperious. Is that it ? ``

The woman was beginning to wait like a cornered animal. `` I have every right to do so ! That affair is a giant ... ''

She internally cringed at the Scripture she knew to be true.

'' A goliath that should be put down ! And as for you ! '' She hollered, turning to Potter. `` Consorting with such a thing ! Why I never .... ''

'' You ungrateful wench ! '' Interrupted Weasley. `` They both helped save you 're pathetic arse and all you can do is crab at them ! How dare you ! ``

Amarante visibly yawned, and in a heartbeat his sceptre was out.

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening holloa of Potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to crush out the fair sex 's computer storage at once sent the bird 's head snapping back into the bulwark, her eyes dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

'' well that solves that. '' Amarante muttered cheerfully, dusting his hands together. `` The name 's Amarante by the way. I was supposed to be visiting with my brother this weekend but well ... '' The man shrugged sheepishly, his ear length hair falling into his centre. `` Got knocked out by him instead. Ruddy Imperious was n't something he could ever discombobulate off very well unfortunately. ``

She hardly heard the rest of his words, for she had broken away from potter 's handgrip, dropping besides doyen 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


No Oklahoman had Kaylens released his hand than Amarante turned his sceptre on the remaining witting patron. `` good-for-naught dear but .... Obliviate ! ''

Hermione 's decisive facial expression as Amarante finished putting the frequenter to slumber was answered with an air of apologia.

'' Ca n't leave her unloosen to turn the girl in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No offense but the Brits Ministry of Magic is a bit outdated in their laws and views. Australia has the decency to leave unusual species alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. Enough had gone wrong today. They could not afford to leave any lose ends lying around.

'' Is it strange that no one here is dead ? ''

Luna 's question was met by five confounded gaze. Only then did Harry realize that she had not been merely milling around the stallion prison term, but that she had been checking the early patrons to see if they were alright.

Her motion did not appear to set well with him, nor Neville apparently.

'' Is n't that a good thing ? '' He asked warily.

Luna 's mouth opened, but Ron cut her off. `` No Neville ... It 's not ... Think about it, why would Death Eaters even bother attacking if it were not to obliterate ? All of us are alive, and they are n't that incompetent. I thought for sure my turn was up when that greenness nemesis hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can assure you that much. ''

Hermione elicited an odd noise, but Ron went on. `` And think about it. Why did n't they off Harry when they had the chance ? '' He glanced at him sheepishly. `` Er ... Sorry mate ... But you know what I mean. ``

He nodded. `` It 's okay Ron. ``

Ron nodded, glancing at Kaylens now. `` Sorry about earlier Kaylens. I may not like you but I would never ... ''

'' I know. '' She replied without a glance. It was apparent that her concern was not for herself, but for Dean.

And the expression crossing her face as she peered closely at his ear was disconcerting ...

'' You 're quite right young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobes. `` If I could venture a guessing I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a hand around for emphasis. `` trouncing was merely a way to distract us from something far more sinister. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the sound of those Word.

'' Whatever their aim was I suggest we leave. '' Ron was pacing now. `` But if Amarante is right then they wo n't exactly let us take the air right out of here ... ''

Luna 's regard was drifting towards the rear exit. `` Our best guesswork is the woods. ''

'' The Forbidden woodland ? Wonderful ... '' Remarked his red headed Quaker, looking thoroughly put out.

'' No ... She 's right-hand. '' Kaylens interpreter was oddly strained, her supercilium creased with care as she continued examining dean. `` If I create a misdirection one of us should be able to make it back to the schooltime, Death eater or not. ``

Everyone, with the exception of Luna, looked at her oddly.

'' What do you entail by distraction ? '' Neville asked warily.

'' I mean I go out, drawing their attention away from those of you going into the Natalie Wood. '' She huffed.

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their head.

'' I ca n't excuse allowing a teenager to put themselves in harms way. '' Amarante stated flatly, all touch of lightness gone from his voice.

'' If they are not aiming to kill I 'll be fine. '' Kaylens spat icily. `` You were so surely of that a minute ago. ``

The older man 's jaw dropped, leaving Harry with an queasy tone. `` Kaylens I do n't .... ''

She cut him off.

'' Look ! No one else may be hurt severely but Dean needs help. '' She said heatedly, gently fingering his ear. `` His skull is fractured, and from the facial expression of it badly. ''

'' How do you know that ? '' Ron challenged disbelievingly.

Her penetrating stare bored into him. `` The homo mastermind is encased in a protective fluid, and if it 's fractured badly enough it can ooze out through the auditory dental caries ... ''

'' His ear ... '' Hermione supplied, responding to the mix up looks upon his, Ron 's, and Luna 's faces.

Ron seemed to be having hassle accepting it. `` And you 're a healer since ... ''

Her shoulders visibly stiffened, a flash lamp of anger passing within her eyes. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you want to argue or help your admirer ? ``

The red head threw up his script. `` No need to get pettish .... ''

Harry interrupted them before it could escalate farther. `` We have to go. No more time for discussion. ''

Kaylens nodded, rising from Dean 's side. `` For once I actually agree with him. ''

Her voice was business firm, stabilise, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eye away from her fallen acquaintance. `` He needs avail and he needs help soon. We need to move. ``

'' Someone is going to need to stay here. '' Neville pointed out. `` merlin knows what a destruction Eater would do to an unconscious Muggle-born ... Not to advert Madame Rosmereta and Lara. ``

'' I 'll stay. '' Came Hermione 's vox, earning her a startled expression from all parties. She shrugged sadly. `` For once I 'll let in that I ca n't do something. My rib ... I 'm sure they 're broken. There 's no way I could outrun anyone right now. ``

Ron 's face became drawn. `` fine. But you 're right about one thing Mione. You 're in no shape to fend for yourself at the moment. So someone else needs to detain behind. ``

Harry 's eyes flew around the room, taking in the possible Tennessean. There were the two patrons, Neville, Kaylens, Ron, and Luna.

'' I 'll stay put. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as good of shape as the sleep of you. I 'd have worry outrunning them as well. ``

Ron 's center narrowed onto him approvingly. `` And that 's something we intend to fix once this is over. ``

A sly smile crossed Neville 's face. `` The quicker you get out of here the Oklahoman we can get started. ``

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville deal Dean into the girl 's convenience. wellspring prop the hinder door open so if anyone does come back they 'll think we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his protagonist carefully, admiring the mind. `` And the rest of us will go out the men 's restroom windowpane. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and Bangs. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to defecate it back to Hogwarts while Amarante cover charge me ... ''

She let out a protest, but a moving ridge of his hired man silenced her. `` You 're not going. End of discussion. ''

'' I should create the distraction. '' Amarante countered.

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his head decisively. `` We need a beguilement, and the flaming Boy-Who-Lived is going to give them one. I doubt the Death feeder, orders to not kill or not, will be capable to resist the opportunity to have a go at me. Besides, you 're the more experience adept, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grinning lit up his eye. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the cover. `` Death Eater quarry practice session. Looks like you 're not going to cause all the fun after all there Harry. ``

As Amarante went to help Luna with the brace of Dean 's neck, and the moving of his imp form, all the spell whistling a Muggle show melodic phrase, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to report for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

The pinpoints of bright luminousness speckling her vision needed to be sprayed away with a very large hose.

Preferably a index hose.

Groaning she attempted to dislodge herself from the crevice between the backrest and front rear that her bum had fallen into, the blinding pain in her shoulder letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the spinal column fanny she took stock of the situation, the tree offshoot jutting through the front windshield, ending where Emily 's pass should birth rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ball upon the level mats.

Thank God Kenneth had forgotten about belting her in.

She had to get them out of there, and was now trying the handle, discovering the door to be wedged shut by another tree, for the car had veered off, bouncing from the ditch into the wooden expanse keeping rate with the road itself.

Her fingerbreadth found the automatic window key, pressing until she realized that it too, was nonfunctional.

She nearly swore, bracing against the inverse door and kicking out, feeling the resistor of the glass and the windowpane curved out, buckling back in against her bruised feet. The grimace of pain was taking over her fount, droplets of water system from her mousy hair intermingling with her sweaty tear droplets as she continued her violent, desperate outpouring, watching the splintering wanderer web crawling across the crank ...

Cringing she turned away, the chipping of the window giving way to hundred of glittering shard flying amongst the sparkling lights already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic mannequin slipped upon the slick wheel till the brunt of his system of weights bore down upon the horn, the blaring vibrations of it 's constant, unmarried noted beep shattering the afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the sound of the still groaning engine and the hammer rain.

reach over the seat she sent him slouching upon the doorway, the blood slicked cornet falling silent as his weight unit fell away.

There was no indigence to allow the strait to attract any undesirable attending, for Dementors could move fast, though a car could go faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the creature 's effects, slumping over the wheel, and how foresightful the creatures had had to make up the distance between ...

She did not have it off the solution to any of these things, and could not give the cost of drawing them near if they had made it to their vicinity.

The President 's olfactory organ was clearly broken, the cartilage sufficiently contorted to have allowed a absolve flow rate of profligate from it upon the wheel. Now the clunking cruor could be seen, clustering upon his speed lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lollipop flavored for the vampiric sorting.

She had to get them out of here, that much she owed him for saving her.

In the face of half a dozen Dementors Kenneth had managed to hold his composure, not breaking down as she nearly had, and he had been without the benefit of a protective Patronus.

This Muggle was made of potent stuff than the most battle hardened of wizards.

Contorting herself as comfortably she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rainwater soaked roof for counterweight. Her sleeve snagged upon a crank shard embedded within the window frame, and her palm slid from the cap, barely catching against the slenderize corner body responsible for thwarting her previous drive to open the door, and somehow this becalm her.

One arm suspension limply at her English she clambered to the reason in rainfall soaked article of clothing, her onyx bang matching the ever-increasing iniquity of the sky.

Then her world lit up, a duad of headlights from the road turning to shine blindingly onto them.

Skidding up the muddy slope she began yelling for the device her Muggle Father of the Church always carried around, a mobular something or other, but her hasty ascent halted abruptly, electrical shock erupting through her entire being as the car doorway opened and slammed, a figure stepping into the headlight 's beam.

Dog Star blackness was silhouetted within them.



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'' No one is truly vicious. They simply see matter from a different point of sight. ``
~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


'' In the farsighted history of bad ideas, this one is the defective ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the skittle alley, the threshold of the Forbidden timber looming menacingly at him.

'' reckon on the promising side. '' Potter grunted, releasing his hold on the windowsill, dropping onto the dirt strewn land. `` If there are Death Eaters out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

Weasley paled considerably, contrasting with the warms hue cast about the alley by the sun 's dying luminosity. The yr was growing late, and the other 60 minutes of the setting sun would perhaps aid he and Luna on their task of remaining unseen in the forest 's shadows.

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's loot orange and blackamoor sock appeared out the comfort station window, and she dropped from the sill to the dust-covered ground, landing rather elegantly despite the large cloud of dust rising around her. Spying this the girl smiled, squatting down to spray a fine stream of body of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

Her forehead wrinkled curiously at this, a hint of a grinning tugging at her lips as Luna plunged her mitt into the murky concoction, stirring it around as if it were pudding.

'' Hey crew, it 's clear ... The ceiling. '' Amarante hissed from his shaky position atop two methamphetamine john. `` Give me two minutes and then I 'll be ready to incubate you. ''

'' Kaylens ? '' His thickened hand fell onto her arm, a determined reflexion on his face. `` You 're going with Luna and Ron. ``

The way he stated it left no room for question, but plenty for argument, her fiery eyes telling him pointedly that she was not about to acquiesce his request so easily.

'' Please, no logical argument. '' He added, as a gust of hint tunneling down the alley sent his unruly hair into his eye. The way his nose wrinkled in annoyance as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his chicken feed, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing laughable about a perfectly healthy soul wanting to risk their life sentence when individual of no issue was available.

individual like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her brawn filled with the dull aching of her earliest overextension. If only doing such affair was less unspeakable ...

'' At least tell me why you want to go alone. '' She whispered, so low that the Weasel would be unable to hear.

His humourless expression became further strained. `` Because I 'm a better piece of bait than anyone else here Kaylens, and I do n't want anyone else getting hurt. Voldemort 's quarrel is with me, not you. ``

He was haywire though, her incredulous reflection heightening the event of her softly hissed words. `` His quarrel is with everyone, not just you. You 're a naive muggins to cogitate otherwise. ``

He smiled strangely. `` Trust me. '' He whispered, pulling on her arm until she was forced to step closer, his enured face hovering above her own. `` It is, and I do n't expect you to understand it. Just accept it, and do n't debate. ``

'' Always speaking in riddles ... '' She murmured, a trace of sarcasm filtering through. `` But there 's one thing you have n't realized, but you have more to fall back than I if they are aiming to kill. ``

A ghost of anxiousness flickered within his eyes. `` Why would you say that ? ''

'' Because regardless of whatever dustup you may have with him, unlike you, they 've already taken everything from me. '' Her pained gaze fell to the dry land, for she was loath to let him glimpse the cascade of emotions swirling dangerously close to the airfoil.

'' There is nothing left for me to lose. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still give your life. ``

'' No ceramicist ... '' She murmured sadly. `` Not even that for practically longer. ``

Reaching up she removed his hand, the veiled substance of her password affecting him in a way she could not comment.

'' Besides Potter. '' She added, forcing a smile. `` I ca n't let you feature all the fun now can I ? ``

Strained were the communication channel of his rima oris.

'' Plus ... '' She continued, spotting the increasing lines of his frown. `` You should n't go alone. You can get all chauvinistic on me later, but right now I am coming with you. ``

A slight cough drew their attention to the Weasel 's blatant annoyance. `` Just let the half-wit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get killed let her, but we need to go. ``

Her oculus narrowed onto the red head, but her short return was cut off by Potter.

'' I 'm fighting a losing conflict here are n't I ? ``

Her resolute reflexion remained her response to this statement.

'' Then we stick together. '' He said seriously, drilling his regard into her own as if it would help practise the selective information in a bit better.

He then turned to Weasley. `` You and Luna pose together too. ``

'' Aye, aye Captain. '' He grumbled, rolling his eyes. `` Like I would want to walk around in the giant infested timberland alone anywa ... ''

His vocalism fell numb, for Luna had just stood up, her face completely covered in mud. `` Actually Ronald I can travel faster by myself. '' She informed bluntly.

Upon seeing this Kally gave up on fighting back an amused smile.

Potter on the former hand was shaking his head, looking as displeased as Weasley. `` No Luna, you could be seen and ... ''

'' I 've been inconspicuous for over four yr. '' Luna retorted without shame. `` One more day is n't asking too a lot. ``

Oblivious to the despondent quality of her own words, Luna, the nonplused beldam, resumed her attack on Weasley 's face, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would serve him to elude Stubby Boardman and his band.

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to duck her attempts, Amarante appeared overhead, dangling precariously over the roof 's edge. Nodding his approval at Luna 's method, he threw ceramist and her a glance. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm ready to cover whenever you 're both ready to go. ''

disappearance over the edge with a grin far too broad for the situation, Luna managed to streak a smirch of dark mud across the red nous 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's unrestrained attempts to wipe it away only served to further plant it, lessening the feel of his hair.

'' pass on it. ``

The Weasel shot her a flavor of stark malice.

'' Red 's the number 1 color the human eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his scowl. `` Not exactly a raw colouring material for the forest either, so dulling it increases your fortune of not being spotted. ``

Luna grinned widely, well-chosen someone agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a sharp nod she pronounced him ready, flouncing away without another word.

'' Ruddy whacko ... '' Weasley muttered, smearing his nerve with his arm, stalking off down the alley.

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to glower at ceramicist as well.

'' Red 's not one of the colors Aragog can see. '' He said cheekily.

'' bugger off Harry. ''

Weasley 's sharp cartridge clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the woodland at a much irksome, less jubilant gait than the one Luna had set.

potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would dispense with him her sympathies and thoughts on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the chief route, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

'' Any marvelous plans for distracting them ? '' She intoned softly.

Eyes blinking like a newly awakened baby, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you plan on just being reckless ? '' Her little grin softened the impact of her words, earning her a bemused psyche shake.

'' If rash is what you want ... ''

Without preamble ceramist stepped out into the road, whistling loudly, like a tightly wound atom bomb about to go off.
* * * * *


Surely if she had a shred of intelligence she would stay put put.

He had never had any intention of allowing her to accompany him, and now, as he stood in the middle of the road traveling through the heart of Hogsmeade, whistling and twirling his wand, he was pleasantly pleased to see her staying put.

Good.

The feature close shave of poorly oiled flexible joint echoed across the road, two cloaked men, hoodlum down, emerging from the Apothecary.

He smiled deviantly.

'' Fancy seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a talk of the town with that wishy-washy serpent of a lord of yours. Any idea of where I can find him ? ``

Tick.

Colorful leaves flew by, swirling upon the breeze, dipping down to graze the grime before the updraft reclaimed them, stealing them away.

Tock.

Quietly in the bowling alley, Kaylens began cursing his public figure, an oddly entertained grinning creeping farther onto his boldness at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

Through the Apothecary storefront there was movement. The last eater were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took note of this.

But why ?

Tock.

The shroud figures stared at him, and he stared back.

Only he was at least smiling.

'' Amarante your aim better be damn soundly ... '' He mumbled in low undertones, eyes casting about for an escape route. He had been so haunted with getting rid of Kaylens, keeping everyone but himself condom, that he had forgotten that one key detail.

After all, there was no full stop in two retard getting hurt, so his own, suddenly very moronic seeming self being blasted to bits would suit him just fine.

That was until Amarante took matter into his own hands.

Behind the two villain erupted a fiery blaze, a single blinding flash rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the foliage strewn timber on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared inch from the demise Eater 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The disorder Death Eaters whorled, their care caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the winding could put away the rising ember to a clean source of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's early childhood ignited upon the sheet of the devil 's hem, the flame greedily devouring the woman 's sinister cloth quicker than human comprehension could process.

The fair sex 's hide was already burning before the other had the sentiency to pick apart her to the ground, kicking loose dirt onto her to smoother the wolfish flames, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

going away behind the characteristic crackling of the kindling leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the tax shelter of the furthest alley, in the opposite direction from where Luna and Ron had gone.

The pursuit began, as one set of pounding footsteps hitting the cobblestone took chase behind him, a call rising up followed by the red flash of the most common of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the Death Eaters had been given decree to kill surely that jet of luminance would have stemmed from an uttered Unforgivable.

Two meters to go and another dying eater emerged from the very skittle alley he had been running for, blocking his path altogether, pinning him in between the two armed men right as the sun disappeared behind grayish storm clouds.

trace fell across Hogsmeade 's center route, another flash of lustrous red light brightening the vista as he stood helplessly between the two malefactors, wand raised in formulation to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The stunner hit the roof near the edge of the alley, sending while of thatch flying free while the metal grate of the quaint shop class 's sewer filled the air, the yearn piece of atomic number 13 breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, leaf strewn water upon all of them before it 's pointy edge connected sickeningly with the newly emerged Death Eater.

The man was knocked powerfully to the ground, a large gash running the length of his back, and spell and curses suddenly being shot towards the alley Kaylens stood in.

Kaylens had sent the stunner, and yet another Death eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his pace for only a moment he threw away the mentation of going to her aid, for his own new Quaker had caught him around the throat, throwing him to the ground.

Before he even had a luck to champion himself another magic spell from Amarante hit the demise Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to set down next to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his foundation again, reclaiming his wand to disappear into what he hoped to be a now unoccupied alley.

All the alleyway of Hogsmeade were indistinguishable, the Sami brick or rock walls lining the sides of the building framing them, the Saame trash bank identification number and hollow crate, the Lapp litter strewn stain, and the same magical filth.

One could hide for hour within them, weaving in and out of where they jutted into the Forbidden forest, which the tiny Village was nestled within, and this was exactly what he intended to do.

He intended to cave in a good chase, distracting at least a few Death Eaters from his two ally fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a Calluna vulgaris, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life. All he knew was that his Holocene growth spirt had lengthened his legs enough to hold a step ahead of his pursuer, but his survival ...

He could n't reckon on it outlasting what could be a highly groom decease feeder, let alone on being able to outrun and outmaneuver all of the flung curses.

Bolting straight down the skittle alley, the curses meant for him reverberating off the crate, he reached it 's end, rounding the niche, nearly loosing his ground in the loose muck and soil as he flattened himself to the rear rampart of what smelled distinctly like Madame Puddifoots.

wand drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled Death eater rounded after him, only to meet the hard cubitus to the face that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his grip, and a promptly stunner ended the man 's witting awareness of the acute pain.

Quickly he drug the body into the timber, depositing it behind a compact thorny brushing, bound and silenced. sweetheart were not meant to stay fresh one knocked out indefinitely, so even if the man came to now any shout for avail would be unheard.

It was there, crouched behind the foliage, that he heard the approaching footfall. Thanking Falco columbarius that he had been concealed he attempted to get a coup d'oeil, only catching sight of an indiscernible iniquity cloak.

A Death feeder ...

Without a clear shot he patiently waited until they were close enough to spring his trap, and spring it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly smaller figure, spinning them around, his verge to their throat as they fell together against the rough brick wall of the edifice. `` Not a sound. '' He hissed menacingly, aware and unnerved by the someone 's want of a struggle.

The deep golden tress flitting in the idle words, dislodged from beneath her hood in the affray, froze his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly placeable, highly incensed huff of air.

'' Dam n't ceramicist ... '' She spat, somehow twisting around to face him despite the constant clutch he held on her torso.

'' Dam n't me ? '' He hissed incredulously. `` Damn yourself ! I could have hexed you ! ``

'' Yeah well if you hex me you 'll have no one to irritate once we get out of here. '' She snapped back, casting a surreptitious glance the way she had come. `` I saw you get chased back here and managed to get across the road spiritual domain I think ... ''

'' You think ? Bloody infernal region Kaylens just lead them right towards us ! ``

Her bubbly colored eyes narrowed, golden bit burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their tending was the stage, was it not ? ``

'' I was wondering where your sarcasm went. '' He mumbled, the harsh thumping of his heart and soul fueled by the realization that he had nearly used a dark curse on her.

'' It came back the irregular you lied about doing this together Potter ! You lied ! And to think, I actually was starting to believe that you actually were dark about earlier ... ''

'' right hand up until you introduced me to the finer power point of Butterbeer ... '' He countered, his bridge player dropping to her waist, his head falling back against the bricks.

'' speechmaking of that take this. '' She hissed, shoving the broken off shard of a Butterbeer nursing bottle into his hand. `` I nicked it from the pub. ``

He frowned, looking at it 's pensive surface. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just reflect the future nemesis sent my way with it. ``

'' Funny, did n't seem that nonfunctional to the Death Eater I sliced. ``

His eyes widened. `` You did what ? ! ``

'' He caught my arm and was trying to hex me ! '' She snapped indignantly, their whispered conversation growing dangerously loud. `` It 's not like I killed him ... cerebration crossed my nous though ... ''

He stared for a second in shock at her words before finally managing to hale his outspoken cords to again, vibrate.

'' Then I 'm glad you had it. '' He muttered, slipping the glass shard into the pocket of his cloak. `` Because if anyone is going to hex you it 's going to be me, not some Death feeder with an attitude. ``

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, substance to glare.

'' And you did n't answer me about that stunt back there potter. '' She whispered. `` You just left me ! I thought we were supposed to gravel together ! ``

Frowning, her sudden reversion back to ill will made sense to him. `` Ah ... So that 's why you 're mad. ``

She merely scowled, fists visibly clenching, his own center unable to meet her own.

'' Kaylens, I 've already done enough to you. I could n't justify leading you into damage way .... '' He replied morosely, a defeated suspiration escaping his lips.

When his centre finally rose to suffer hers, he found them flickering uncertainly, her fists no longer clenched, but lightly relaxing where his men held her steady.

'' facial expression ... '' He whispered gently, all previous chafe vanishing. `` For the consequence can we just call a truce ? Stop the bickering for a bit ? ''

She tossed her promontory back, allowing her hood to fall free, releasing her mane of sweep up curl that a mountain of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

'' Okay. '' Her intonation tinged with apprehensive. `` But if you ever extract a stunt like that again ... ''

A small smile tugged at the edges of his lips, his hand clamping over her mouth, effectively silencing her protestations. `` It worked did n't it ? ``

'' Hmph. ``

'' And while we 're on the bailiwick of stunts ... '' He continued, eyes peering over her head, deeply into the tangled coppices where the death feeder 's organic structure lay. `` Would you care to explicate how you wound up in a Death Eater 's cloak ? You nearly had an Unforgiveable thrown at you. ``

Beneath his palm tree the flavour of her romp tickled his pelt, the realization striking him perhaps harder than the implike glint in her eyes.

He had never before seen her look impish, but it suited her well, as did her light laughter.

'' Please secern me there 's not ... '' He trailed off, ineffective to complete the sentence.

'' A stunned last feeder in goose egg but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her lower lip as laughter shook her. `` I-I figured it was a s-suitable penalization for trying to h-hex me ... ''

Yet again the daughter had completely surprised him, a sudden frightful realization striking him.

'' Remind me to never cense you again. ``

She inclined an supercilium skeptically. `` Somehow I doubt you 'll be able to accomplish that exploit. ``

'' Then I 'll steal your verge. ``

Instantly all humor faded, an nervous expression he did not prefer replacing it.

'' I 'm sad. '' He apologized quickly, lowering his spokesperson. `` It 's just I thought you could n't ... ''

'' Do anything without it ? '' She finished for him.

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty much. Three months ... Three calendar month of practice and the solitary bloody thing I can honestly do on my own is sandbag ... ''

For some reason his hand found it 's way to her strong-armer, pulling it over her head once again. Her phrasal idiom forgotten she observed him curiously, as he unconsciously began tucking her hair beneath it.

'' topper not to let anyone recognize you then. '' He spoke softly, slower than rule, an affected, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a pity to not leech all of the use you can get out of this endearing way statement you acquired. ``

'' You 're thinking they wo n't attack me if they see me in this. ''

He nodded quickly, eliciting a softening of her previously strained expression.

'' We 'll you 're right. '' She provided. `` That 's how I got across the road to you. I walked right past two of them. ``

'' Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was funny how he could incense her one moment and make her grin the next, all the while with Death Eaters hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought of this brought a pleasant sensation he was not eagre to fall back, despite his inability to define it.

She stared at him, characteristic bathed in the gray shadower of her cap, sassing slightly loose as if caught off guard. `` You know I ca n't resolve if I should subscribe that as a compliment or not. ``

He grinned, `` Take it as whatever you want, just do n't steal my pant. ``

She visibly shuddered. `` trustingness me, I left those on him. ''

'' Good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a Death Eater 's pant, to extract retaliation or not, I think I may have had to wipe your storage clean and jerk for your own near. ``

She looked positively appalled, her intended retort forever remaining unuttered, for at that moment the light wrinkling of leaves underfoot froze them both, Harry 's hand instinctively gripping his scepter as he mouthed for her to go.

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his carpus in a firm vice travelling bag as if he were her captive. Keeping close to the magically erect edifice of commerce they kept to the shadow, knowing that her dark tough would merit a 2d glance before any attack would be made upon them.

Like a labyrinth the next alley 's egress appeared, but a swift milk shake of her straits cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirts of Hogsmeade 's commercial place, until the endorse to survive back street was encountered.

Peering down it 's empty stretch they entered, the stink hitting them only after.

Foul excreta and feces, bile and scraps, all of it assaulted their senses without apology, as if it 's source was freshly released.

It was n't until his foundation had knocked hard into the consistency that he realized it 's source.

The dull red hair, the characteristic freckles ...

The lifeless face of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing instant he froze, muscularity failing to obey his commands, nerves failing to fire, spirit stuttering.

'' No ... ''

His judgment denied it even before his cramp vocalization. Seamus could n't be dead. He couldn't.

Though there was no denying the lacuna, open eyed stare of the Irish whiskey boy staring forever up into the promised land, just as there was no way of getting around the foetor, for eventually the loss of controller of a corpse 's muscular organization allows for the sacking of such foul things.

Recognizing the colly soil around his hall fellow, it occurred to him that Seamus had been bushed for quite some time.

soul 's mitt wrapped around his own, squeezing gently.

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A soft voice whispered, her postulation heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the gouge his genu had left in the crap. At some point he had fallen there, besides the sec student to meet the destiny his parents had.

In that moment everything changed.

He had been wrong. How pillock was he, believing for even a second that the expiry Eaters would hesitate to drink down ...

How many more bodies lay lifelessly sprawled upon the ground this cold day ?

A slow electrocution, ominous rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The expiry Eater 's voice rang out from the opposite end of the alley, echoing down it 's length, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the intense animosity rising louder and louder within him.

Merlin only knew how long they had been standing there, observed and incognizant, allowing Seamus'lifeless trunk to distract them from saving their own lives.

Saving ....

trench within the depth of his ailing witting, all concern for the sparing of life of anyone in the adventitia of the shadow Lord fled, and his retrousse wand unleashed the most sinewy stunner he could muster, as less effective stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry red wooded wand besides him.

They could n't remain open in the out-of-doors like this, mere sitting duck's egg ...

Driving his berm into hers, knocking her to the English, they tumbled behind a metal bin. Kaylens swore besides him, grabbing her shoulder in clear pain in the neck, but there was no time to opine on it.

clash !

clangour ! clangour !

The onrush of oath were pounding against the bin, rattling the boneheaded metal as if it were mere tin enhancer, a quoin of the bin already melting over ...

clangoring !

His sceptre smacked hard against their temporary blockade, strengthening it with a shielding charm Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable reaction, but the decease eater 's stunning piece now bounced from it as if they were bare pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were small boulders.

Glancing at Kaylens their eyes connected, the silent question of if they were each okay passing and answered before both their sceptre, her 's however insufficient, re-turned upon their assailants.

She wedged her wand in the minuscule gap between the bin and the brick paries, blasting stunners in a straight way along it, actually hitting menage as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an attempt to avoid Harry 's cast hex.

That Death Eater fell groaning and disoriented to the basis, yet the pale faced man was clearly still witting. The wrinkling of Kaylens'nose evidenced her displeasure at this, since the former Death feeder was no longer in their line of sight.

It took a second for Harry to realize that the only other spot to shelter butt at that end of the alley lay directly beneath another gutter.

Flashing Kaylens a aberrant smiling he aimed, the oddly understood sound of the spell striking overpowered by the ear splitting sound of the now dangling gutter dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

'' That was my idea. '' She hissed above the racket.

The trough finally broke free from it 's precarious detainment upon the thatched ceiling, landing directly atop where the other assailant had lain in wait.

The man 's screeching reverberated down the alley with sickening lucidity.

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

Shaking her head she scowled. `` You still owe me one. ``

'' fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the Death eater 's screams were attracting notice, because no Sooner had that couple of hoodlum been taken fear of than the strait of another pair of footsteps sprinting across the leaf resounded. Only this sentence the person was coming from the plunk for allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all pretext at humor once again left, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not occur in that direction, and together they took off down the length of the bowling alley, passing the disoriented decease eater just before the alley ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

march down the leaf littered road was the fourth Death feeder that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of less than a minute.

Bolting across the cobble route, passing this new champion of ruthlessness, Kaylens fell into step behind Harry, her wand leveled at him as if she were the one in interest, effectively blocking the newly appeared demise eater from firing anything at him for risk of hitting a comrade in arms.

The tactic worked, for the end Eater was already swearing in thwarting as he reached another back street across the road.

This alley was drear, darker than any of the old ones they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the buildings in refreshing shade during the summertime, preventing the C from accumulating on the ceiling in winter, and providing a oasis for all those seeking to conduct byplay of the illicit variety.

The skittle alley was bathed in sinister shadows, but he had always liked the shadow, and did not waffle to call on down it, the pounding of their pursuer resonating in the breezy air behind them. Diving behind a grouping of haphazardly dumped trash bins the realization that Kaylens was no longer with him struck hard.

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the corner, wand gone and the hood of her pilfered Death Eater cloak torn off, with the pale one 's hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a reprehensible grip.

He saw all of this through the scrap bins, eyes widening at the malignant look shining beneath the pursuer 's hood.

'' You ! '' Snarled the man. `` I killed you ! How can yo ... ''

A flash howl broke from the lout 's pharynx, the shadows darkening the alley having dulled the jiffy of the broken glass in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the deep ruby red that could only staunch from an artery.

The man 's arm was spurting.

She whorled in her assailant 's grasp, slashing his arm until the vice handgrip broke, sprinting down the long alley.

The last Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding appeal dying on Harry 's backtalk as the dark light connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaves littering the alley 's walkway in her wake.

Her troubled fall terminated directly in presence of where he lay in wait, and wait he did, posed in a hunker, ready to spring ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another figure wearing the symbolic shroud of the the Tempter himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. `` Our purchase order were not to kill ! He 's not going to be supplication ... ''

'' She 's supposed to be short ! I killed her ! '' Broussard 's voice was tinged with hysteria, the spurting in his arm ceasing as the healing go he had cast took effect.

Pale Broussard strode forward, arm 's shaking, wand leveled at Kaylen 's now coughing form.

The prickling of welling parentage welled within Harry 's hand, such was his clench upon his own trash shard.

'' I 'm ending this. '' Broussard hissed dangerously, Harry silently counting his steps.

One.

Two.

One more ...

Broussard passed the gap between the ABA transit number, and he sprang from the darkness, throwing his arm around the tall man 's neck opening, slashing savagely as he yanked away, falling to the reason besides Kaylens, the hot squirt of roue splashing them both as Broussard 's severed carotid collapsed.

pealing to his binding, 11 inches of Charles Hardin Holley already cocked and aimed, the killing oath flew at the other man.

The thud of the last Eater 's physical structure hitting the ground, the surcease of the other 's desperate gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only satisfaction.

His tending jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest, the soft lines of her middle screwed up in nuisance.

'' You know ceramist ... '' She gasped, chest heaving as if restrained. `` I h-hate ... when yo ... you 're right. ``

'' Right ? Right about what ? '' He asked, munition quivering, the disjointed gauge of her delivery chilling him. `` Kaylens are you ... ''

'' About ... n-not being ... taking tutelage of ... myself ... '' Her interpreter faded, a cut coughing resuming.

'' Dam n't ... '' He hissed, casting a furtive glance at their surroundings, hating the undeniable vulnerability of their present spot. Two corpse and an hurt comrade.

The unsporting odor was already rising from the tonic carcase ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the panic from his voice as he smoothed away her wind strew hair. `` I 'm going to prompt you okay ? ''

She nodded weakly, and he felt her hands curling around the plication of his cloak, grasping onto him for support as he lifted her away from the fallen expiry eater, hauling her across the stock stained dirt into the shadowy recess he had been sheltering in before.

mise en scene her down, supported only by his weaponry, he brushed her golden pilus aside."What were you hit with ?"His urging was barely concealed, his center searching her countenance and body for any sign, anything at all, to betoken what possible curse could be running it 's course within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The adrenaline of sooner fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the first newbie of fright creeping into him at her hesitation words.

She appeared unnaturally deprived of breath. `` Kaylens… ''

'' H-harry… '' Her scarcely mouth speech left her looking strained. `` It h-hurts… ''

His insides froze, breathing place catching within his pharynx as he eased her to lay upon the reason. `` What hurts ? ''
The audio of his low, urgent voice terrified him nearly as a great deal as the stiffening of her slender arms beneath his wait.

'' Crushing… '' She gasped. `` Can't… Breath… '' Her sassing parted as if trying to speak farther, emitting only a gasp, her fists coiling tightly around the folds of his cloak.

stifling ... His mind sought frenzically through his step-in repertoire of sorry swearword, limited only to the texts he had borrowed from Dumbledore's collection.

…some are able of crushing the air from it's dupe's lungs….

'' Verpletterend adem… '' He whispered, the horrifying actualisation pressing down upon him like a Hypogriff.

She had been hit with a crushing hex, and it would slowly aim the air from her lungs, killing her ...

Her breathing was shoal, coming in scant, quick volley of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` Stay calm okay ? You need to relax…. ''

Weakly she nodded, her paling skin colour striking evidence to her pressing need for air.

The riposte curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

A choked whine distracted him, drawing him to the distracting lividness of her skin.

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet lost as her eyes took on a slick magazine quality, flickering aimlessly. `` Focus on me. '' He whispered, tilting her face until she was looking upon him in the night brightness level. `` Look at me approve ? Please… ''

She was shaking now, her face growing cool to the cutaneous senses, oral fissure flapping wordlessly…

'' Come on Kaylens ! talking to me ! Please ! '' He hissed frantically, feeling her body stiffening besides him, her hands, once clutching onto him so tightly, releasing his cloak, reaching to compass blindly at her slender throat…

'' No ! '' He voiced unconsciously, capturing her bridge player within the confines of his own. `` breathing spell for me… Just breath… ''

Her free arm rose, frantically clawing, clutching onto him, flailing weakly as he fought to calm her.

'' occlusive ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not comply, though her oxygen was depleting, her last second-stringer were being used to fight him irrationally. `` Do n't agitate me ... ''

Her hands began clawing frantically, her back arching up from the scandal strewn ground as scare tore through her.

Precious s were being lost… He had to keep her from fighting him as he worked.

He caught her arm, capturing them in the strong traveling bag normally reserved for the struggling Snitch alone. His forearms strained against her, his conclusion made as he swung his leg over her shank, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the grating grime of the alley, pinning them beneath his human knee. Her hips rose, pressing into him, against him, but his hands were now freed.

His mind roamed quickly, desperately, searching through the retort curse word, seeking and falling upon one he was unsure of, though there was no meter left for hesitation.

'' arrest with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to come down release, revealing the fleecy wool of a well worn perspirer.

His work force found their way to her chest, pressing upon either side to hover above where her lungs lay, his verge carefully gripped between. Her hair lay splayed haphazardly around her head, her knot mane not concealing the sweat trickling upon her damp brow, nor the dampness soaking her exposed skin above her pinch line.

Her hairgrip upon his pant legs was loosening, her set hands growing limp as her pectus's heaving grew indiscernible, arousing far more than than panic within him.

Her consistence was no longer writhing beneath his own, her eyes flickering shut ...

'' Please let this work… '' He pleaded, his softly uttered postulation beseeching her to keep back on.

conclusion his oculus he allowed the tip of his sceptre to tilt down, touching her tegument, dampness with perspiration, just above her nail melodic line. His hands remained upon her chest, all compactness contorted into the effort of relieving the pressure upon her.

'' Sterk Ademendum ... '' He finally whispered, hoping against hope sufficiency of his will was behind it, for the crushing hex 's counter execration was reliant upon enduringness of will, much like the Unforgiveables.

Wandless magic trick coupled with force of will ...

He had never before attempted such a exploit.

The docile blue mist poured from his men, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her cutis, before finally fading from sight.

His hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his thumb across her chilly skin, a mute mantra pouring from his sassing. `` Please Kaylens… Come on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the immortal to spare her strength enough to last as the comeback execration ran it's course.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her boldness, for her head had lolled to the slope to catch one's breath in his hand.

He was watching her, searching for something, anything, to indicate winner.

"Just bent on…"He pleaded, eyes falling closed in despair. They had lost someone already. No one else…"Just a little longer… Stay with me…"

The slight shuddering of her eubstance beneath him, so flimsy he feared it a product of the wind, drew his centre overt once more.

Her lip were parting, a shallow breath being drawn between them.

His bosom thudded, for her fingers still remained limp within the confines of his own.

"Come on Kaylens… One to a greater extent time…"

This fourth dimension her pectus rose, ever so slightly, as if the imperativeness upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly slow military force.

His hand traced along her cervix, feeling for the gruntle throb within it, finding her pulse beating weakly…

guzzling hard, his hand returned to her boldness, gently turning her head until the scarce sunlight of the alley fell upon it. Her respiratory tract would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the mentum was directly in occupation with the thorax.

It seemed another eternity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His finger's breadth grazed her nerve, ensuring that her head remained in home as her chest began rising with more and more regularity, each gasp of replenishing life history air fueling her alertness.

Her eyes flickered slightly, the small sign betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in relief as he felt her hired man squeezing back gently against his own.

'' Kaylens ... '' He murmured breathlessly, only now exhaling the breather he had been unconsciously holding.

Feebly she nodded, lips parted as her breath came ever more steadily. Long present moment passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her feature film. First the abnormal tinge to her mouth fading, light pink replacing ghostly gray, then the vague warmth to her cutis rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His name came from between her set off lips, the ghostwriter of a sound escaping on a whispered intimation.

'' Shh ... Do n't say a Son. '' He hushed, running his arm across her damp hilltop, waiting for the hitching of her breath to once again fall under control.

No acknowledgment was essential save for the tightening of her hand around his, the tapping upon his leg conveying how his knee still uncomfortably remain upon her other arm.

A light, amused smile escaped him at the recognition. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her wooden leg, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender form to give way against him, her leaf strewn pilus tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her earthy scent in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his side into her hairsbreadth, clinging to her still shaking form. `` I was so pall the return curse would n't work ... ''

Weak digit clung loosely to him, her soft panting his simply response. Unconsciously he found his helping hand tangling in her hair, combing through her tangled plait, giving in to his burning urge to touch, to palpate her presence directly beneath his hands.

Somehow, the feel of her thorax heave against him relieved him in a way that just the mint of her breathing could not.

'' Thanks ... '' Her welcomed breathing place was tracing across his neck, increasing the involuntary quivering of his own brawniness.

'' That 's one you owe me now ... '' He informed her, his fingers catching around a bright auburn leafage, carefully extracting it from behind her ear.

He felt a modest shudder row through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the hint of a smiling upon her flavour.

She had whole step ...

He clung to her tighter, unsure of his sudden need for strong-arm contact. `` Have to stay ahead of you somehow ... '' He muttered lightly, relishing the way her chest rose against his in visible radiation laugh.

'' Back to bicker then ... '' Came her breathless response.

He nodded, turning her cheek until her bleary centre peered into his own. `` I guess so. '' He murmured, studying her. `` But we 're still in a bit of a predicament. Do you call up you can digest ? ``

She smiled wanly. `` I 'm played out, not immobilized. ''

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his os frontale against her own. `` undecomposed. '' He murmured, his horn in rubbing against her own. `` Because I 'm not carrying you. ``

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the light rasping to her voice, a light object breaking complimentary from his cervix at that mo, falling onto their loop laps.

In the preceding scuffle the Kunnskap must take in snapped, for the miniature pensive had fallen, landing on Kaylens'outstretched wooden leg, it 's strand dangling onto his own.

Kaylens'fingers wrapped around it, a bemused verbal expression tracing her feature. `` Never pictured you as one for necklaces ... ''

He scowled, taking the Sir Ernst Boris Chain between his own fingers, fully intending to reclaim his property, when the acute snapping of twigs and crackling of leaves, as if a sudden scuffle in a crepuscle pile had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

thump.

The wood only an alley 's distance away from where they sat.

Thump.

His clenched fist clenched around his sceptre, concealing it between them. He wanted to displace, but he knew she was in too a delicate DoS to move quickly enough.

Another phone met his ears.

growl ...

tumbling into the alley were two fully grown wolfman, one 's fangs firmly imbedded into the hide of the early, hauling it away while the other struggled savagely against it.

His eyes, as were hers, were riveted to the desperate battle before them, only now he was acting, hauling her to her metrical foot, not bothering to wonder why there were werewolf in the day, with one acting protectively, rather than savagely.

There was not plenty time.

The brute beast broke dislodge, tearing down the skittle alley for them, the other snarling in it 's wake, thundering after it.

As it lunged for the putting to death, a hex to fling silver corpuscle emerged from his wand to meet it, and Harry had just enough prison term to feel the crisp pull behind his belly button, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens deal.

Only after they landed, entangled in one another, did it occurred to him that the Kunnskap had doubled as an emergency portkey, only activated during mortal peril.

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank pigeon hawk Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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'' Just as courage jeopardize life, fear protects it. ``
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ spectre of the Past


It was sickening ... The way the boring fondness encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his damp skin like one thousand of slithering serpents, their tongue like gobs reawakening his dull cellular capacities with frightening vigor.

Until the nauseating warmth had found him, he had been malfunctioning, his organization systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'phrenetic protest.

Such was the effect of austere head injuries ...

Now he was only dimly aware of the harsh sounds reverberating through the elbow room, and the voice, inexplicable in dialect and clapper, it 's only comprehendible feature a grate hiss, filling his senses.

The small man pounding upon the interior of his skull with his rather large sledgehammer banged with frantic desperation, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the infliction had been his sole invariable, his only saneness to the madness that was now his existence.

dean doubting Thomas sought release, his eyes blearily opening to witness a fiendish glory, one to which his individual painful sensation paled in comparing. No quantity of dark splodge clouding his vision could obscure the sight before him, nor the serpent slithering across his numb legs, pinning his body to the low temperature, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestige of hind tree branch protruding from the ophidian 's trunk, like small prodding, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's cobwebby breadth freezing his rakehell that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the flooring around his bandaged skull.

The convulsing struck unvoiced and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the snake 's weight unsuccessfully, the turning of his head his only redemption, saving him from drowning within the oust contents of his own venter.

The fizzle again ... The force per unit area was leaving, his dead body finally able-bodied to tramp free people upon the crimson slicked storey in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the dark-skinned length of cloak swaying against his fount, Hermione 's choked gargles registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through Hades, his dark eyes rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally joint back talk, as the serpent large distance exerted it 's suffocating force around her pocket-size frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping body ...

The deep browned scale leaf trailed away from her disturbed body, covering everything in great deal, the very flooring appearing alive with the snake 's fragile movement, it 's length impossible to discern due to the sheer vastness of it 's intercoiling ...

His centre fell upon Amarante 's unconscious body, upon the snake dragging over and across Neville 's chest ....

A powerful military unit clenched around his mentum, and against his will the sorcery forced his cervix to cant back, his vertebras crunching together, dangerously close to snapping as he stared at the creature commanding his very will.

Deadened, slit like eyes met him.
* * * * *


The hunt was on.

The masher 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's claws digging into the mud soaked timberland base, wet cluster of smoke scattering in it 's wake. The only sound breaking the still end of the minuscule move around forest the harsh pounding of the small clique feet.

The others were spreading out, winding amidst the trees with the inborn agility known only to hunters.

The odor of live material body had been detected upon the crisp breeze snaking through the village only moments before, and now the large number was on the hunt, searching for the run soul.

No human being were to leave the village.

None active ....

They were to be protected within it 's wall, but once the borders had been breached, everything changed.

The wolf would not again stray from the growled club of the elder. The searing warmth welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing gustatory modality of the two freshly specimens was dangerous admonisher of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's taste had been thoroughly satiated upon the rich flesh of the fallen, leaving the wolf to revel in the ropy tissue paper caught between it 's incisors, torn from the fresh clay that had lain in pools of their own barely coagulated fluids.

The tormenting discernment had been satisfying, yet it only served to renew it 's thirsty despair for live quarry.

The last-place couple had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for ancestry coagulated firmly within mere min, and no clotting had passed along the Friedrich August Wolf 's tongue as it had feasted, it 's tongue so deluded by the taste, deluded by the hungriness it had so yearned for ...

The injury the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were trivial in comparison to it 's now satisfied thirstiness, for the bloodline of the utterly stiffened the fur lining it 's snout, it 's spit imbrication at it, yearning for just one more perceptiveness ...

It was then that the savage spotted it 's new quarry, a flash of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the man 's chief. The elder 's guttural growling signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's growling urging the Wolf 's paw to pound in a faster musical rhythm, a deep snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the recently afternoon silence.

No human beings were to break loose the Village ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the Mrs. Humphrey Ward when the spell commenced .... Then they were as full as stagnant anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's low thrust of Fang deftly dodged as the fair game spun around the stem of a trunk, it 's evasive evasive action effective.

The elder was sent skidding across the slippery leaves, and the novice wolf 's indignation resonated cruelly within the woods, it 's growl heard by all near.

Stalking through the leave the wolf hunted, rearing upon it 's haunches as the human leapt in the air, clawing at a low hung bough.

It was a single flash of the human 's tomentum that caused the wildcat 's hesitancy.

Familiarity ...

The human being hung precariously, gangly metrical foot swinging in a long arc, it 's verge script give up and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the bright brightness level emitting from the human 's sceptre in time.

As the elder fell to the forest floor, howling as if blaze itself had clawed at it 's very soul, all liberty was forgotten. The Wolf became entirely beast, giving into it 's animal desires once again as it leapt in defense, fang bared ...

The human 's invertebrate foot connected harshly with it 's long skull, but not before it 's teeth had sunk into the man 's bod, it 's gene altering bacteriophage passing into the bloodstream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the forest floor, the human 's wand breaking from it 's grasp, disappearing amongst the disclose branches strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the savage leapt upon the downed adversary, it 's nipper digging into it 's quarry 's pectus, that the gnawing familiarity within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a human ...

A sickening touch rose up within the wolf.

The man 's lentiginose face was screwed up in botheration, yet the man 's confusion regarding the Wolf 's disinclination to finish him off was clearly reflected within the blue profoundness of the human 's eyes.

The wolf 's stomach churned, the thoroughly satisfied taste finally allowing it to regenerate it 's mind, and the elderberry bush was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's brute intent was clear.

Sliding from the man 's chest, the wolf turned on the elder, conveying the necessity to not kill this especial quarry.

Moments later the writhing body of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering primer of the Forbidden Forest, back into the spectre town of Hogsmeade.

The man that had fought against the carnal savagery of his darker side, had finally lost. The evidence of his failed battle lay in the unconscious form of the red headed pupil that he had dumped on the outskirts of townsfolk.

What the wolf did not know, was that the unnatural quiver passing over him was the final conjuration being cast upon the village, and all within it.

phase angle one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


'' Now that you have joined us ... ''

The creature spoke with derision, the sudden pressure upon his face releasing, sending his top dog snapping into the floor with catapulted forcefulness.

The crunching of his shake up nose, nor his pained groans, was paid no mind.

'' The painful sensation you are feeling shall retire in meter Mr. Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such injury. Your skull was in motivation of immediate attention. ``

Lifting his head, barely open of eliciting a muscular reception from his arms, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh rake from his cheek.

The bm was disagreeable, the enraged retching of his torso indicative as further contents of his abdomen expelled across the floor.

Voldemort merely raised the dark hem of his cloak, avoiding the putrid stink puddling dangerously close to his unsoiled robes.

'' I am afraid ... '' It hissed, `` That my method acting have rather unpleasant side effects, which you are presently experiencing. ``

His skull pounded, the vicious actor's line filtering in, his fondness pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of villain kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an infant, face down in his own great deal.

Again his head fell under the control of black magic, turning to gaze the inhuman creature in the eye.

There he found no warmth, only deadly persuasion.

'' I trust I have your agreement in that. ``

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his head bobbed in reply, his jawbone striking the floor with each successive drop.

'' Ah ... commodity. '' Voldemort derided. `` I do so value obedience Mr. Thomas, it was a trait your father lacked. How odd that it would pass to his valued son. ``

Dean 's loathsome expression morphed into something far more bitter, his angry regard glaring recklessly at the creature grinning rather amusedly.

'' But of track ... You would n't throw known would you ? ``

The man with the sledgehammer pounded relentlessly, threatening to crack his barely healed skull, but the venous blood vessel throbbing within his neck pulsated with raging loudness.

'' What would you get laid about my begetter ? '' He spat, blood colored saliva running down his lip.

Voldemort 's verge waved lazily, the pungent mess dissipating from the base as the animal squatted down, eyeing him with an air of superiority. `` Everything Mr. Thomas the doubting Apostle. Everything. ``

He swallowed hard, choking back another wave of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's watery breathing ringing within his ears. How could this monster know anything of his father, when he, himself, did not ?

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, optic glinting. `` Your Father-God was hefty, but treacherous .... In the end, his refusal to obey orders was not something that could be tolerated. ``

Dean was shaken. His Father-God ... The one person he had so assiduously sought to feel ... Yet not one fact, not one susurration, had been imparted onto him from his otherwise loving mother.

There had been no contact since birth. It was the merely knowledge he bore asides from the iniquity wrath, the excavate flavour of desertion that he harbored below his jovial exterior.

And now the vilest of creatures was telling him what his female parent had been unable to.

His male parent had been a wizard. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new knowledge changed naught, save to fire his anger.

'' What did you do to him ? '' He practically growled, raising as best he could from the story, ignoring the snake 's threatening hissing.

The beast 's picket lips tightened in a cruel line. `` What was necessary. Once he met that filthy Muggle mother of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

apprehension crossed Dean 's brass, the cognition of what had happened sinking in.

The red eyed wolf merely nodded. `` Oh yes ... You know now. He tried to run, to spare you and your mother the luck he had in memory board, yet in the end we found him. '' The twat like eyes narrowed further, disappearing into his skull. `` We always find them. ``

'' You killed him ... '' He was shaking, fists curling into smashed balls, Hermione 's protest ringing in his ears, yet miraculously unheard.

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our cause in pursuit of household. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to allow his superior room to displace. `` If I had been wiser, I would have realized the importance of such things to fools, but now ... ''

The red eyed, two-footed snake turned on his heel, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Thomas, I do. For fools shall risk their living for such things, however irrational it is. ``

His eye drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted centre held his, holding the look of defiance, even as a moving-picture show of the snake 's muscular tush sent her minuscule form slumping against the wall, her features contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is enough. ``

The reptile 's head, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to involve her lord, her diamond plated tail flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

Such was the ophidian length that even stretching the length of the restroom, coiling and winding through the stalls, that there was plenty scaly surface left over to thread tightly around Hermione, binding the girl effectively.

A forked tongue slid out, Voldemort 's grating, hissing Christian Bible filling the air with the elongation of it 's sticker like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a humble drop fell to the floor.

Splat.

The realism of the toxins within that belittled driblet struck him harder than the black eye that had fractured his skull, for it would make only a single order from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

She could kill them all, and Voldemort would never ingest to purloin a finger.

As if reading his persuasion, Voldemort flicked a yearn, pale finger towards Hermione, and he swore to God the serpent actually grinned.
* * * * *


Beneath the faithful of her wear off sweater, the subtle chill of the dew stained, muddied ground seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the forest canopy, it 's muted affectionateness caressing her cheeks, all urged Kalliandra to stir upon the familiar forest floor.

Her hazy eyes flitted open, afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered basis that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless tree diagram rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a deep, strained breath, she relaxed into the earth, her trunk conforming around the minuscule rocks and twig, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic decree around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the earth with her.

The light snap strewing golden strands haphazardly across her grimace, tickling her nose, was disregarded in luminosity of the assuagement exploding through her. The indifference of before, the horrific, paralytic sensation of seeing the beast 's fang poised and bared as Potter had thrown himself between she and the brute ...

All her fear was forgotten, for the reassuring warmth of his arm, laying across her waistline, was finally seeping in.

He was okay ... That damnable, overbearing, poster boy of idiocy was with her.

She was beginning to lose count of the utterly brash things he had done in her presence, but the feel of him stirring sent her informal numeration right out the window.

His stage were moving, promote entangling with her own, and for once she found she did not mind.

A breath of rilievo escaped her mouth, a clog up joke falling from his own. His grimace turned in the shit, falling column inch from her own, his dazed oculus reflecting the surprisal filtering through both their veins.

He had thrown himself in front of end 's leaf blade once again, to protect her ...

The bastard was alright ...

She flung her weapon system around him, ignoring the rigidifying of his dead body, clinging to him as if doing so would trounce the frightening reality of what his idiocy had nearly cost.

He was shaking ... The recognition that she cared was something for which she was ill prepared, but the feeling of his arms instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with equal desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequential fear from her mind.

They were no longer upon the ground, for his clenched fist were tangling in her sweater, clutching her needingly. His arms were clumsily gathering her against his bureau, pulling her closer, and she obliged, falling against him till her face was buried in the tangled faithful of his cloak, the rhythmical rising of his chest reassuring her of his safety.

His refuge ... The brash fool ... She would hex him if she only could ...

She too was trembling, the unwelcome wizard enticing her sleeve to wind tighter around his neck. He responded with equal fever, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards parentage halting only as his back connected with the trunk of a tree, it 's jolty bark scraping beneath her hired man which burrowed within his untamable hair's-breadth, his own rebellion to intertwine in her own.

The relief flooding through her was unnerving, her muteness bought only by the stunned astonishment coursing through her as his fount tilted down, falling to tunnel within the frowzled plait winding past her articulatio humeri.

It was too a great deal for her. After blocking so a good deal out for so very long ... One like her was n't meant to experience, yet the embossment flowing through her was undeniable. Everything was undeniable, yet she would refuse it for as long as she could, and his thickened fingers running along her neck, trailing across her face as it fell, burying into his cervix, were testing her reserves.

Damn him ... shucks him and his recklessness. Damn him and his ego righteous protectiveness. She was n't supposed to be concerned about anyone, yet now she was.

His cloak was catching in the weathered bark of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she could find it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his arms silently conveying his desire for her to not move. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty odour lingering upon his apprehension overwhelming her senses almost maddeningly in the meantime.

She could no longer see a thing asides from him, the king of idiocy, yet insanely it was all she needed.

'' tinker's dam you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her aliveness her password were failing to speak her intellect, the timber of her voice betraying it instead.

A solitary hired man remained intertwined in her soft locks, brushing them away from her veiled font, one by one.

'' That 's the 2nd clock time you 've done that .... '' She breathed shakily, not cognitive content to let his brashness go so easily. `` What the nether region were you thinking ... ''

'' Actually .... '' He whispered, the tip of his scent caressing her cheek, his top dog tilting against her own so his breathing time traced along her hide. `` I was n't. ''

Despite herself, her soft laugh was there, enticing his subdivision to wind even tighter around her slender class. `` You 're an idiot Potter ... '' She whispered, her clean admonishment tracing across his neck, the trembling of his blazon fiercely felt as a handwriting fell to her waist.

His hand found her chin, cupping it, forcing her face to turn to his own. `` So ... '' He murmured, forest colored center conveying his conflictions. `` A thank you would n't be coming anytime soon then ? ''

She shook her headspring, willing her eye to shut out, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a luck. ``

A sad grin graced his face. `` So cypher has changed. ``

Again her spokesperson was catching. `` Pr-precisely. ``

His entire expression faltered, his timberland colored eyes betraying a sad hint of entertainment. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, bridge player sliding from her chin, tracing her cheekbone. `` starting time annoying, then clever, then stuttering ... How much do you expect me to postulate ? ``

Her regard held his, the severe weight of the sadness in his own seeping through to her. `` How much can you ? '' She softly questioned.

His pharynx rose rhythmically, his swallow not fully masking the choked sound emitting from his throat. `` Not a lot ... '' He whispered truthfully, pulling her towards him until they again clung to one another.

In the hollow timber, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overcome Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the lonesome comfort they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the snake smacking her beaten case into the bulwark, and there had been no amount of knowledge or braveness that could prevent it from happening.

There were times when sheer knowledge failed in the face of the upper hand, and Dean now knew this, for Hermione sodbuster, cleverest crone of their year, had fallen prey to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her clothing, dragging her from the room and into the Village 's streets.

The teras was n't killing her, he was keeping her.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Dean 's disconsolate eyes fixated upon the monster, hating him with renewed passion, for until this consequence he had been miraculously sheltered from the scoundrel 's treachery.

Or at least he had thought so.

'' My Father was not a Death Eater. '' He spat dangerously, realizing the futileness of protestation, yet not caring.

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The with child mistake one can urinate is in failing to believe the truth, when it is dangled right in front of them. ``

turning to him the beast continued, it 's thick emphasizing betraying the speech of one ill suited to the speech communication of man.

His sort preferred their own speech, the actor's line of those that slithered upon their belly.

'' You my boy, are not Muggleborn. '' Voldemort hissed, fixing his blaze upon him. `` Your thoughts may be tainted, but your blood is sodding. ``

He shook his head vigorously, `` No, not according to you, because my mother 's bloodline runs through my veins. '' Voldemort 's face was narrowing in disgust, and Dean took his time annunciating his adjacent words. `` Her filthy, Muggle stained, blood. ``

The puppet 's tincture was deathly restrained, `` Your father was a pureblood, as are you. There is null left to think on the matter. ``

Dean could only gaze, hating the unquestioning facial expression upon the creatures face.

'' Your thought process have been tainted Mr. Thomas. Indeed ... they have. Yet once you know the truth, you 'll come to actualize exactly who has tainted them. ``

Paralyzing care flowed through him, preventing him from saying a Bible of dissent as Voldemort 's command continued.

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your death for your cruddy maternal parentage, yet you are wrong. ``

No he was n't .... Dean knew enough to know that, yet the wight continued, heedless of the disbelieving look within his optic.

'' I ask you, would I have saved your life, healed your skull, if I were truly an enemy ? '' Voldemort 's searching gaze roamed over him, penetrating far rich than his extinct layer of skin, for he could almost hear the villain 's thought process resonating within his creative thinker.

'' You feel it do n't you Mr. Thomas. '' He leaned forward, forwardness written across his face. `` You can palpate your fear dissipating. You know I am not your foeman, you know how I crave you as an friend. ``

James Dean Thomas stared into the look of evil, unwilling to think the words pouring from the serpent 's mouth, his own only able to form a individual intelligence through the penetrating thought ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

'' Because you are powerful, as was your treacherous father. '' Voldemort replied, circling his kneeling word form. `` And because you 're alone. Alone as we all are. I can feel how strongly you desire to see the Truth, the truth as I once saw it. ``

The monster 's Son were no longer discernible from his own, at to the lowest degree not to him. He could no longer tear his eyes from Voldemort 's, such was the power reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my child. Make your pick and I shall justify you from this prison. ``

'' No prison ... There 's no ... ''

'' Oh but there is. You like so many before you just die to see it. Yet tell me, why do the knock-down skin from the filthy Muggles when we should govern ? The Muggles, debile as they are, have imprisoned us into our shrouds of privateness. ``

James Byron Dean could not bump off his middle from the man, his jumbled words making little sentiency.

'' For ... For their safety ... ''

'' NO ! '' The snake 's roar nearly destroyed him, sending him crumbling pathetically to the floor.

It was then that the eye middleman was broken. It was then that the Legilimency, the persuasive world power of suggestion that Voldemort had mastered, ended.

'' We hide from them for our own base hit ! Muggles would pour down our variety without a indorsement glance if only presented with the opportunity ! ''

The intact room shook as a stall room access slammed in the brute 's anger.

'' It is my job to see to it that that never happens. The preservation of our species is at stake, and it is us against them Mr. Thomas ! The Oklahoman you see it the safer you shall be ! ``

For reasons he could barely begin to comprehend, Dean eyes remained rigidly upon the floor. `` W-why are you telling me this ? ``

'' Because your mind has not been made up. Because you may not be stunned enough as is that vile Mudblood Nagini is taking fear of. Because I need eyes and ears to aid in the conservation of our mintage, and I think you are intelligent enough to interpret the impotency of those dopy enough to digest besides that old tomfool that calls himself your Headmaster ! ``

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the trading floor in nominal head of him, the neat folds of the creature 's gown lost upon the dirty tile.

'' We are at war Mr. Thomas, and soon you will be forced to choose a slope. Today I have sought to secure that those unassailable enough to do so have sex the the true. Now look at me ! ``

Again the invisible forcefulness forced his capitulum upwards, the red optic boring into his individual.

'' shuffle your choice. ``
* * * * *


She shuddered, for it could not be stopped. No matter how tightly Tonks shut her eyes, the image of his flying body plagued her.

Sirius.

If only he were here, truly sitting before her as another ghost of her past presently was.

Only the ghost she desired to again see was far beyond her reaching, lying in wait, beyond a humeral veil that mere mortals could not penetrate. The Mary Leontyne Price of accessing the mysteries Dog Star was now privy to was one she was not yet willing to pay.

Not when Emily and Kenneth were gone, taken, just as she had been.

She had again, failed.

'' An Auror risks their life everyday Nymphadora, but the frequency and brashness with which you throw yours around is far too awful ! Now tell me, do you intentionally choose the hopeless duty assignment or do you just have a knack for finding them ? ``

Kingsley 's monition rung within her skull, her eyes barely focusing upon her captor, who sat upon the rich upholstery, calmly twirling Chardonnay within his crystalline chalice, urging her to indulge in one of her own.

She was far too reasoning to accept the alluring temptation that still sat, unmoved, upon the reddish brown table. A minor ring of perspiration was darkening the rich wood where the goblet rested.

Lowering the flowery crystal ware from his sassing, the touch of Regulus Shirley Temple Black examined her, alert and well.

'' It 's a shame we never got to love each other as kid Nymphadora. '' His cultivated voice informed. `` Had we, then you might just gain that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poisonous substance you. ``

She swallowed nervously, the beating her skull had taken in the car crash had been further amplified by genus Regulus'stunner.

Such had been the price of her hesitation, the mistake of her misidentification.

'' Forgive me for not trusting someone who felt the need to disarm me. '' She replied tartly, the absence of her scepter weighing heavily upon her psyche.

Regulus'slenderize sassing upturned into a strained smile. `` Surely you must understand that I can not fully rely you Nymphadora. I remember how infernal region knack you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His eyes fell to the Ministry of magic crown gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well have your self-righteous side stunning me before we had a chance to ... catch up. ``

Her dark oculus narrowed, all feature fondness long since fled. `` Old times it is then Regulus. So tell me, how was it, killing Muggles at your masters bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

'' rectification, '' He interrupted, taking a prospicient, calculating sip of the deep red fluid. `` I have only killed one Muggle, be it indirectly. ''

'' I 'm certain. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your homicidal career failed to last yearner. After all, you spent your unscathed life idolizing those cloaked in inkiness wonders, but barely lasted a hebdomad amongst your precious end Eaters. ``

Regulus stood, her nail down heart following his path to the end of the study.

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't play with the big boys and girlfriend when it came down to it ? Were n't hard enough ? ''

His blanch countenance peered above the chalice 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not speak of matter you know naught about. ``

'' Oh but I know passel Reggie. I may give been just a small fry when you left to bring together them but I knew enough. ``

'' Then you would have a go at it how ill advised it is to verbalize of this so openly. And it is Regulus, I believe I told you to drop the Reggie name when you were four. ``

'' Drop my given epithet and I 'll learn to annunciate your wax one. ``

An prepared eyebrow was her response, yet she paid it no mind. The hammer of her head was fading, and her oculus were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' Regulus'vocalisation broke in observantly, `` You will be glad to eff they are fine. Their wound were a bit more severe than your own, but they are presently in the Edgar Albert Guest cortege, receiving some well needed rest. ``

Her confused formulation fell onto him. `` Why did you bring us here Regulus ? ``

He shrugged impassively, placing his wine-coloured glass onto the diminished tabular array. `` Clearly help was needed, and you were in no condition to provide it. ``

'' That 's not what I meant. ``

'' I know it. You 're wondering why your prejudicial cousin has risen from the grave, and instead of leaving your tainted self and your Muggle friends to rot in that ditch you had wound up in, helped you. ``

She eyed him crudely. `` Well I was wondering why your cadaver looked so undesiccated. ``

genus Regulus threw his header back, a dry laugh escaping his throat, echoing off the dark pane. `` Ah ... I was wondering when we would get to that. ''

Long mo passed, the exclusively signal of it 's passage being the tattler ringing of the grandad clock in the turning point, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible hr of the nighttime.

She must bear been unconscious for hours before awakening upon the couch.

'' You willingly facilitate Muggles. Why ? ``

He eyed her disdainfully. `` I will admit, I harbored them no love, at a metre. But you 'd be surprised what living with them for 16 eld does to curtail one 's distaste. ``

'' So that 's what you 've been doing ? Living as a Muggle ? ``

'' In a style of speech production. ``

She groaned, never allowing her eyes to leave her miraculously risen cousin. `` For once, a consecutive answer Regulus. ``

He laughed hollowly, drumming his fingers across the small table. `` The Death Eaters attempted to kill me Nymphadora, and I was a marked end feeder to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the study. `` The Muggle world, ironically enough, was my but option for safe. '' He continued, stopping in front line of a large, decorative mirror, his hands tussling his slicked whisker. `` I started again there. ``

'' Regulus, there was a organic structure. Your consistency. ``

He calmly re-adjusted a particularly out of shoes strand. One would never hump, just by looking at the two, that they were discussing what a world had widely regarded as a noted destruction.

The last of a Death Eater had once been a widely rejoiced case.

'' I was tipped off that my defection had angered sure ... members. I fled barely in fourth dimension, and when they finally found me, the plan to ensure my survival had already been set into motion. ``

From her spot upon the settle, she watched as his eyes studied his manifestation, as if trying to determine if he liked what he saw beneath the surface ...

'' I had proffered a phial of Polyjuice potion, just enough to insure the translation of a single person. A single unfortunate soul ... ''

Her blood ran cold at his equally rooted Bible, for the ghostwriter of the past tense that stood, staring at his own reflection, appeared to be coming undone.

'' They finally found me a few mean solar day later on a Muggle avenue ... I knew I had no to a greater extent clock time to run, but that so long as I was on a busy street, I would stay condom. They would not dare flak in front of so many witnesses ... ''

His gaze fell from the mirror, his finger running blindly across the highly run iron of it 's frame.

'' The nearest person to convince had been a destitute in rags. '' He ground out. `` Once they had drunk the potion, I disapparated. ``

A distinct tightening of her chest froze her. He had not ... He could not ...

'' I can only assume what happened following, since my body was found. ``

Her subdivision were shaking. Another demise ... Another innocent that had been killed by one who had deserved a fate worse than end ... Another innocent who 's exit would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an innocent individual to save your own skin ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His clenched fist tightened around the edge of the mirror, his regard avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was essential. My life was of more value than the street urchins. ``

The revulsion within her chest was stopping point to exploding. `` A-a tyke ? You k-killed a child ... ''

'' Children are so oft gullible. You of all people, having been one yourself, should know this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

'' Who are you to make that choice ? '' She cried chokingly.

'' The urchin did not be intimate the matter about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that I did. ''

'' And I suppose you expect me to believe that you were going to descend forward with that data ? ``

His blunt saying deepened. `` If self preservation demanded it I would consume. ``

She shook her head disbelievingly, her finger wrapping around the cushions she sat upon. `` You 're a monster .... ''

He turned on her, `` I was, but unlike you the thing I grew to do were never my choice. Do n't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. ``

'' You always have a choice ! ``

'' No Nymphadora. thoroughbred do not always have a alternative. My female parent and father taught me that ... ''

'' You ca n't blame them for your alternative Regulus ... ''

'' Then who should I pick ? Unlike you I was taught to hate. ``

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Sirius was able to make his own ... ''

He laughed bitterly. `` Sirius was always the strong one, the rebellious one. But never for a second did he try to help me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could have chosen the path he did. ''

He spun away, facing the paries. `` The second I donned the Slytherin top he lumped me in with the eternal rest of our cursed family. They were all I had. '' He finished hollowly.

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

'' You 're probably right, but that is not the reality. ''

'' You 're a self confessed murderer. '' She replied. `` It should be. ``

'' Still living in the shelter universe of your childhood are we ? You never could accept the cold reality of the human race, not with your mum and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your rarefied fantasies ... ''

'' estimable than Pureblooded homicidal mania. ``

His principal fell. `` Yes ... It was homicidal was n't it. As was I ... ''

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high-pitched paying task that one can achieve if only they possess the proper sentiment. '' His long fingers caressed the careworn wood of his wand, it 's plainspoken end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

Her narrowed center followed his way of life to the end of the study. `` You threatened them .... ''

'' No, I confounded them. '' He responded irritably. `` By the time I was done I had them believing I had the proper reservation, the right schooling, the practiced computer address ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his mirror image. `` I was doing them a favour really. I am much better at my job than any of those Muggle nutters that profess to be my colleagues. Scalpels indeed ... ''

'' Scalpels ? '' She repeated dully, the Bible 's reference ringing true.

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a healer, or a physician so to mouth. ``

'' Being a healer requires old age of study Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to tell me you confounded actual doctor into believing you were ... ''

'' One of them, yes Nymphadora. That 's exactly what I did. ``

'' How can you just fall into that ? '' Her vox quivered with curb fad, her Einstein frantically turning over the new selective information, attempting to process it unsuccessfully.

'' sort of. Obviously memory charms were often used, particularly in my early years. But I practiced it until I got it right. ``

'' You used human being existence as Republic of Guinea pigs ... '' The stridency to her voice had reached a crescendo.

He shrugged. `` It was no worse than the handling they had been getting from my supposed colleagues. ``

'' But guinea pigs ! ? You could ingest killed individual genus Regulus ! ``

'' I never did Nymphadora. Instead I saved them, many of them ... '' He spoke with condemnation, turning to her, his boldness as calm as ever despite the acquit belief in his eyes.

Until then, his centre had retained the smell of the all in. Until right then, Tonks would possess believed that his mortal was as suddenly as his eubstance had been rumored to be.

Until then she had not realized what his hasty jeopardy had meant.

'' Many of them would birth died had it not been for my magical Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the deception the Ministry selfishly bread and butter to themselves ... ''

She swallowed hard, grasping for the give-and-take. `` That 's how you helped Emily and Kenneth ... ''

He nodded, his steely gaze boring into her own. `` Yes. The girl was in bad shape, a collapsed lung. It had been punctured by a fail rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The severity of the situation fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could feature died, and it had taken a reformed Death eater to preserve her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus inkiness 's resemblance to Sirius ran more than cutis oceanic abyss, for suddenly she was able to see something in force in his soul.

As if reading her view he spoke. `` speech production of my estranged world, how is that dear brother of mine ? spine in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the composition that lay on the lowly pedestal beneath the mirror. `` I saw his photograph in the newspaper publisher a few yr back. ``

She tore her eyes from him for the first prison term since awakening. There was no longer a rationality to eye him suspiciously.

'' He 's idle Regulus. ''

Unable to see him, the clearly strained voice told her sufficiency. `` How ? '' He whispered falteringly.

It was a single word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his clenched fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden pedestal he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's time I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied metacarpophalangeal joint stained the expensive woods. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have been gone for geezerhood, but I doubt his admittedly objective have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known expiry feeder. The second the Ministry finds out you 're alive they 'll imprison you without run. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his next discussion. `` I 'll be needing to verbalize to the curate of legerdemain in a closed position then. I will not go to prison. '' His voice shook, `` I can not. Not until the unfeigned monster is gone ... ''

'' I 'll do you one better. `` Albus Dumbledore. ``

Regulus Black nodded resolutely. `` Good. It 's about metre I saw how truly great that man supposedly is. ``



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