* * * * *


Releasing the wand for what he promised would be only present moment, he continued sawing at his back, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain cute centimetre of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his head fell curiously white for the offset clock time in what felt millennia.

His gaze fell upon her as she moved, shoving herself up from where she lay on the storey, munition 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 place besides him, so close, her bloodied sleeve nearly brushing against his hide. She was blocking Dolohov 's horizon of what he was doing, he knew it without even asking, for her oculus swept the elbow room as those of the hunted would.

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

Snap.

Another train of thought of the R-2 broke exempt, it 's release masked by her sudden, purposeful coughing.

Her brain fell forward, her coughing lingering long enough to seem echt, and her golden, tangled ignition lock came cascading down, falling over her eyes, veiling her manifestation from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering strand, glinting in the dull afternoon glow, as well as her watery globe, remained visible, as well as her boundary wrists, white and charge 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 fingerbreadth upon anyone.

Harry Potter had a few shadow spells he was quite eagre to try out.

Snap.

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

Dolohov sneered. `` Ludovic you are trying my solitaire as much as the half-blood and these ... '' The dark gaze of the man scanned the room, taking in the few conscious students and the two patron bound and lined against the bulwark. `` These spares. ``

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

Dolohov kicked the storey, sending shattered glass skittering across Dean 's fallen form. `` We will be here and gone before those saphead catch wind of this. Besides, these thing are frail thing ... ''

Questioning ? His ears listened, silently taking it all in. Besides him Kalliandra appeared to be doing the Lapplander, while Luna shifted the glass shards on the floor around with her feet.

Bagman seemed besides himself with doubtfulness. Harry mentally egged him on to be loose lipped.

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

Dolohov scowled in his steering. `` He will not be needing all of them. And you would do well to keep your back talk shut from now on or I will exclude it for you. ``

The give-and-take ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

Her center had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the screen background beyond, liquid fire boiling beyond their profundity. Lifting his own he followed her gaze to where Ludo bagman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his confusion upon her, noticing her chest 's rhythmic rising as her breathing spell came quicker, rich, faster ...

Golden eyes flickered shut, a anguish manifestation 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 stewing blood froze as he studied her, taking advantage of the lull in activities.

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

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

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

Minutes passed, before delicate eyelids flickered loose, her middle alight with an deviate glow.

'' Good. '' She murmured. `` Because I can only give you a moment. ``

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

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


The zip reverberating from him drew her nearer, an eternity passing before she was able to forcibly drag away.

His confusion radiated in startling quantities, but he would interpret soon enough.

They would all realize ...

She would not divagate near him again, for her world was moving unnaturally wearisome, as if the effect occurring around her were illusory, fade images from horrible pipe dream that would surely disappear with a pennant of merciful consciousness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her spring men rose from her lap, tracing the tender crinkle of her jaw, feeling her chilling tegument. Somewhere, amidst the scrap, she had fallen, shoved away by doyen. The dried smear of descent along her impertinence gave evidence to that.

She could feel the oestrus radiating from Dean 's hobble form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small girl 's fingers had curled around fallen glob of her bloodied, root out hairsbreadth, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to confine onto, something self-colored and tangible to essay the afflictions had been real.

They had ...

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

The retentiveness of a resurrected night, long due retaliation, beckoned.

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

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling rain pelted down, something dark mixing with the swampy H2O licking at her nose ...

The prickling began softly, like a light feather playing across her tegument, traversing it 's way upwards, inwards ...

It was their blood swirling within the puddle ... .Sean 's vacuous centre staring back ...

It was rolling in discrete waves, operating by it 's own indiscernible rules, pulsating from the sustenance, evaporating from the dead.

A boyish fount appeared above her, understanding in his oceanic eyes. `` I 'm awfully good-for-naught about this kid ... ''

His articulation had echoed through that night, and again this day.

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever tighter, involuntarily shudders traveling through her, the foolhardy pressure in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled waving outwards.

The worldly concern was taking on a hotter quality, every boldness burning with fiery intensity as she began reaching, feeling ...

The acrid mien of Ludovic commercial traveller filled her, and she began drawing.

Her intent was to kill.



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'' Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, merely changed and transformed from one form to another. ``
~ first-class honours degree Law of Thermodynamics ~



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cubicle were multiplying with frightening measuring rod. She could almost feel them, enticing her breathing spell to descend in sharp, pained pant. The gentle tickling of anterior, the tactile property of electrostatic lightly traversing across her hide, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of unchecked energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

The very atoms of her cells were moving in affected ways.

Pained eyes flickered open upon the human beings, reflecting the light as only she could see it. For the halcyon mist swirled throughout the room in thick, stifling electron clouds, sending fiery shiver searing through the hollow shell of what she had once been.

The particle danced, shining from all that was alive, emitting softly from all that was perfectly, as energy must do. The human being eye had always been blind to the subtler forms of it 's imperial ballet, but it was a saltation to which she was privy.

It was her curse.

She did not fear it, nor did she sweep up it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the tangible chill to fill up her lungs, cooling her rim as it passed.

His comportment filled her.

The hot particles upon the once barely discernerable breeze vibrated, the golden mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a closed racing circuit between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged mote to dance within the rhythm of her domain.

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

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

Besides her, drawing her concert concentration from the heavy world of her thinker, she noticed Potter stirring, taking advantage of the lowly distraction her spent energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could have chosen to snipe the other Death Eater, but it had to be him.

Ludovic, as the other 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 experience it despite her closed centre, as surely as she felt Ludovic 's own sapping strength.

She pulled Ludovic 's strength of life story into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The vitality driving his bosom pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a frightened shaver until she finally had him in her grasp.

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

The mild sound of a body falling lifelessly upon the debris strewn floor met her even before the recoil did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken position within a poorly closed racing circuit. Now the white hot train of thought of energy, the one that had vibrated so thick between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no option write to absorb it 's sudden exit with a squirm horse sense of satisfaction.

Her eyes flicked exposed as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hues of fortunate light dancing around her, fading away as the tack 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.
* * * * *


'' pin with the pack, go astray and we will stamp out you ourselves. Brethren or not. ``

The clique leader 's words reverberated inside the wolf 's hammering skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory green goddess, the townsman 's cruor teasing the pack, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the coterie 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 fire in the forest 's shadow. Here the battalion would defend back the straggler, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their task was complete.

The wolf pawed the ground with overt savagery, the beast 's furore at being deprived it 's target plain to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the give-and-take of the pack into it 's aching brain, for the tempting temptingness of the townsmen 's origin, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to fall back itself.

It needed to feed.

The accompanied masher, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the uncouth bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the fauna 's hide was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's bust pelt, the new tears of it 's transformation still ostensible, for a werewolf was quick to transform, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The knowledge drifted through the animalistic brutality plaguing the wolf 's mind, forcing it to commemorate who it was, why it was here, what it 's job truly was beyond the desire brought about by the feign hunt.

He was Remus lupin, friend of those within the Ithiel Town 's wall, the walls sheltering beneath the very tree boughs he and the other wolfman hid below.

He was there to disclose Voldemort 's intent, his plan, his faults.

The creature Riddle was reasoning in a way he could only dream of, for where contemporaries of healer had failed in discerning the mechanics of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's cruel power into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the brink of Hogsmeade, seemingly fix to assail, he had been surprised. For their orders were not to kill, maim, or wound the town 's dweller in any way. They were merely to form a sentry go around the town 's perimeter, 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 timberland where a portkey would await their return to the Parisian catacombs.

The reason for this peculiar Death Eater action was unbeknownst to him. He could not fathom why.

But all his supposal vanished as the scent of stemma wafted upon a stale breeze.

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the teeth of the former wight of the night, the elder, digging into his pelt, the just thing preventing him from running into town to hound his quarry.
* * * * *


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

He felt benumbed, unable to move, let alone call back, properly. His forefront spun in a not unfamiliar way, and despite this, Harry knew where he had felt the like sensation.

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only commit you a moment ''

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only throw him a here and now ... A here and now of distraction. A single chance to make them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The heady pressure increasing around him, over-powering any certain sentience of equilibrium, he forced his coat of arms to obey, grasping his sceptre in a barely concealed movement as Dolohov 's dose eyes fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's form, as the former Ministry functionary disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pity, all his DOE fixated on the someone undertaking of catapulting to his human foot, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bound hands was pointed towards the remaining Death eater.

'' fury Modente ! '' He gasped, his live on shreds of energy spent as he set the curse free.

The blue curse.

A dying feeder deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eyes as the last starter of saneness were stolen, but the curse left Dolohov 's large frame withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied chunk of haircloth from his scalp.

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

The Death Eater would be ineffective to remember even his own public figure once the whammy had run it 's course.

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

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


'' Mr. United States President ... Your wife and girl are amongst the missing ...

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

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his frozen custody, his mind was assaulted. Every sinful memory of the by weeks, of his life sentence, slammed into his cognisance one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his slight lady friend kept him sane. He needed to stick strong for her.

The hospital threshold slid surface, the glass paneling revealing his Haggard reflection. At the end of the guarded antechamber, lined with security system, awaited the dead room.

Identification of the body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysteric battle cry drew his eyes through the rain coated windshield to where Tonks stood, a look of pure alarm on her normally warm boldness. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the wand he could not see.

What affected him, what jolted him, what sent his foot pressing upon the gas peddle, the cycle spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the sense of pure, double-dyed desperation that overcame him as he watched her berth in the mud, falling ....

She landed in the grass, her backbone to the Earth, implements of war stretched upwards in front of her soaked body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thick onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible exercising weight, one that would give birth down upon her if she faltered, one that would squeeze her and then follow for them if she failed.

The mortician gestured to the approximate gurney, his middle lurching as he approached.

He already knew. He had seen their revival attempt at the abode they had taken him to. He had seen the blue tincture to her once lively lips ...

Yet having seen her ... Knowing what was to come up ...

The tire 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 exclusive preindication, the car lurched violently, halting as a resonating thud reverberated throughout the bonnet of the fomite.

The thunderous sound startled him more than his girl 's cries, to a greater extent than the sound of his cartilage breaking as his nose collided with the steering bike, for a boastfully dent had formed in the exhaust hood, the spyglass of the windscreen cracking, splintering out until a meshwork of wanderer webs formed across it ...

As the sterile sheet was pulled back, he knew none of it could prepare one for seeing the lifeless eubstance of the honey of their life for a second clock time.

The first time had nearly killed him ...

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

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The tactile property of blood trickling down his face, falling upon his Stanford White knuckled script, which remained firmly clutched around the low temperature, black steering cycle, had drawn him back.

As did Tonks'faint outcry from where she lay, scrambling in the mud like a panicky animal seeking escape.

'' Emily stay here ! '' He commanded, tossing the room access undecided, bracing himself for the rain and despair he somehow knew to be coming.

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

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

Her other arm was flailing, her whole brass changing, moving in path a face should not move ...

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

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

Only her arms remained rigid, for she was refusing to move them, not even for an instant to resist ...

bent grass over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the face of the car, it 's headlamp blazing a brilliant itinerary of luminance into the darkening, storm-shrouded day.

As he weakly tried to stick out, yanking on the rear door of the vehicle, shoving Tonks'protesting physique inside while she held her baton out, he finally saw it.

There, in the balance beam of visible radiation from the car 's headlights ...

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

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

The palpable pall in the air only grew until the frost upon the windowpane 's splintering turned to ice.

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


He froze.

Harry Potter, a dead on target Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The 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 wan pallor caressing her damp skin.

There were other patrons scattered, unconscious or unsound across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the spell to loosen the remaining back, wiggling his blood encrusted hands until the ropes slid to the glass strewn trading floor. He dropped to his knee, reaching to brush her ancestry stained locks aside, when a shaken, yet commanding voice, halted him.

kneeling besides her, Harry stared slack jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his animal foot, a non-white contusion encircling the side of his face.

'' Harry. motility. Away. From. That. matter. '' He repeated, a threatening air creeping into the barely uttered command. `` motility away, before it wakes. ``

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

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

'' Why hello Ronald. I was wondering when you 'd block off pretending. ``

Ron 's eye flickered to Luna 's for the abbreviated of seconds, before his wand stab out, fixated upon his quarry.

'' So how recollective have you been wake up Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. Her ricochet work force began fiddling with her filth strewn tomentum, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere pest to be carry on with.

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

Luna was moving to where Ron still stood, staring at Kaylens as if she were Satan incarnate. `` well Ronald, would you mind undoing these for me ? '' She articulated, extending her wrist joint to him expectantly. `` Harry 's the only former one with a wand and he seems a bit haunted. ``

Ron 's gaze never left his target, his wand flicking to Luna 's outstretched blazon without a glance, sending her pixilated circle coiling free.

Luna smiled happily, flexing her wrists testingly at eye level, as Ron took a step forward.

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden appearing was routed by the good expression across the redhead 's freckled face. At a personnel casualty for account, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his hand upon her supercilium, feeling her chill skin beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritones, for a gentle prickling was radiating onto him, running across his open up palm where his cutis fell onto her own, as if minor minute of static electricity were passing between them.

His digit trailed down her cheek, a flaccid moan escaping her brim, drawing her shoal breaths into stern contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's give-and-take, his eye 's drifted from her to where doyen lay, sprawled beneath an overturned table that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get supporter ... '' Along the walls the scant others present were watching with flutter intimation. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

'' first-class honours degree you need to get away from the Grim Harry ! '' Ron nearly bellowed, wand arm shaking violently. `` You might not cognise what she is, but you saw what she did ! ``

Hermione let out a muffled protestation, and Ron 's optic flickered for a moment to where she sat, propped up, wide-eyed and staring.

It was the chance Harry needed. He did not know what had happened to Ron, but certainly his Friend meant Kaylens harm. He was deluded. Grim 's were omens of last. A living, breathing, sentient being could not be one.

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

'' Ron feeling, we do n't have time for this. There are former decease Eaters in town and we do n't have time ... ''

'' We ca n't go forth that thing lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own wand until it was eye stage, directed at his scar. `` I would n't throw believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a Living Grim lying around and it will kill you later. ``

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

Behind him another infelicitous murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious mind form.

Luna now hovered over a quietly muttering Dolohov, sending compact roach coiling around his munition and legs. And as Harry watched her, he noticed one of the non-student patrons inching away from where they stood, her frightened aspect fixated on Kaylens as well.

His center narrowed. `` Would someone kindly tell me what 's going on here ? ``

'' But she ca n't be ... He thinks she a orbit but she ca n't be .... '' Hermione stated weakly, her humble mannequin barely supported by Neville.

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

'' An energy gearshift. '' Neville supplied. `` That ... That t-thing that just happened .... '' The Gryffindor attempted to wave, nearly dropping Hermione in the process. `` That thing with the air ... It was e-energy ... They can draw on it when they need to ... ''

'' When the demand to kill people. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my broom Bagman is suddenly, Harry. That thing ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his scepter. `` Did it ! ``

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

'' She could have 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 chairs 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 draining leech that would kill her own mother if she had the hazard ! That 's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in contact with one dies ! Meeting one is like seeing your own ... ''

'' end ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His head distress. Ron being alive, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too much to work on. `` Ron if she had wanted to kill us, do n't you reckon she already would have ? ``

Ron 's expression faltered, long enough for Harry to live that the accuracy of his Good Book had sunk in.

'' But she ca n't be a stretch ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the lack of certainty. `` Remember History of thaumaturgy, the unusual specie unit ? You know with Veelas and Vampires ? Things like that ? We covered Reaches, and a Reach ca n't do Magic ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do magic trick in class ... ''

Ron snorted, a smug expression crossing his boldness. `` A pre-magicked wand. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond basic, first twelvemonth spells now have we ? ``

Harry 's head churned, searching for something to controvert the statement, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate professor Gai and stun soul ....

In Dumbledore 's office she had n't even pass on for her sceptre .... She had n't even tried to defend herself ....

My God ...

'' face ... '' He said shakily. `` Just do n't touch her. Leave her be, at least until we figure a way out of this wad. ``

Ron 's hardened saying did not buffer, but his wand arm fell `` Fine. But remember who 's idea this was Harry. Grim 's are supposed to be killed on sight. So you can deal with the Ministry. Not. Me. ``

Killed on sight ....

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

Yet looking at Ron 's impassive face, he knew it to be dead on target. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry. Ron had grown up in the wizarding existence. Ron knew all of it 's preconception, even agreed with some. Hell, Ron had been afraid of lupine upon first finding out had n't he ?

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

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

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

Kaylens had killed somebody ... His eyes flew to where commercial traveler had fallen, only to watch Ron traverse his way there, as if in dumb motion, bending down, taking a pulse ...

Ron 's hate filled gaze, directed at the girl on the floor, was all the check he needed.

traveling salesman was dead.

My God she really did ...

He swallowed the frigidness the true, turning to attend upon her.

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


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

'' dada ... papa .... ''

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

Tonks was leaning between the presence can, aiming her wand through the ever widening fissure in the windshield, screaming as he stabbed violently at the defroster.

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

Hydroplaning on the sleek down soil the car spun. Cranking the bicycle into the twist the twisting slowed until it was under his control, and they were on the road, driving, sobbing, shaking.

He was n't certainly when he finally lost cognisance. He was only sure that they were far beyond the cemetery where his Whitney Young wife lay.
* * * * *


'' Kaylens ... '' He whispered disbelievingly. Never before had he seen even a trace of such blazing emotion upon her normally self-complacent features.

seeing Kaylens torn expression he rounded on Ron.

'' You were going to down her ? '' He shouted furiously, putting the while together. The way Ron had pulled his scepter on her, the uncharacteristic, hardened reflexion ...

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his integral trunk. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, vocalization quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their piffling prejudices against everything and everyone through that farcical Daily Prophet and it 's ridiculous law of nature, but you were stupid enough to actually think listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

The red head 's face faltered, and it did n't select longsighted to see why, for Ron 's eyes had fallen on the now witting Kaylens, a look of unify fear and disgust upon him.

Harry was wild for intellect he could not begin to understand. `` What 's the matter Ron ? '' He shot out. `` You had no job talking when you were proclaiming her inhuman a few seconds ago, yet now ca n't suffice a round-eyed interrogative. Why is that ? ``

Ron let out a stutter.

'' Sorry, could n't quite catch that Ron. '' He nearly growled, glancing to the floor where Kaylens sat, her frightened formula giving way to one of sheer astonishment as their eyes locked.

'' It 's okey ... '' 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 deliver a death sentence hanging over his own school principal.

Suddenly every hostile action, every cruel countersign that had passed between them made utter sense.

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her anger at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a werewolf, another detested species with Laws ruling their kinds life story ...

His anger at Ron 's natural process boiled over.

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

Ron 's centre, glued to the floor, refused to see up. `` I ... I had n't thought that far ahead ... ''

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

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

'' Ronald stop it ! ''

All eyes darted to the small brunette in the chair.

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

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

'' Protection from what ? '' Hermione queried. `` Anyone with a wand is life-threatening, just because she 's different does n't entail she should be singled out Rona ... ''

Ron 's jaw dropped. `` Hermione ! She killed Bagman ! Did she show any mercy then ? Did she ? ``

Hermione shook her head sadly. `` He was a death Eater. Do you really think he would have got shown any to us ? ``

The red head word scoffed. `` This is commercial traveler were talking about ... ''

'' He would n't have. ``

The verbal fulmination between the two teenager ceased at Kaylens'scarcely speak words, and as Harry turned he was surprised to obtain her standing besides him, watery eyes fixated on Ron.

'' Ludovic traveling salesman was his name yes ? '' It was More of a program line than a question, and he let it remain in the air as he quickly unbound her arms for her.

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her blazonry where the skin had torn, flecks of disconsolate cruor flaking off, floating to the detritus strewn floor.

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

Her heart flickered closed, yet not quick enough for him to overleap the late pain residing within them.

'' Because Ludovic did not show any mercifulness to my family. '' She responded softly, hauntingly. `` That is all you need to know. ''

Ron was babbling about something. He caught the idiomatic expression, 'Bagman was n't a killer whale ,'but suddenly that all seemed so unimportant. For Hermione had asked what 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 shoes as well, and he turned around, scanning the room furiously, taking in each of the unidentified patron 's faces.

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without cerebration, but Ron was not wild.
Not only were there demise Eaters to deal with on the outside, he realized, ones they would let to deal with eventually, but they now had to cope with internal enemies.

Ones skilled in the Imperious oath ...

His eyes landed upon the whimpering charwoman nearest the doorway, an unnaturally concerted expression upon her face.
* * * * *


remorse ... Guilt ... atonement ....

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

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly express true statement, resonated within the confines of her judgment. Her eyelids finally flickered shut, seeking fugitive respite as the pungent scent of scorching lumber rose from the dark recess of her computer memory, encircling tightly around her.

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

She felt vacuous inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her carry through revenge, would be plenty to shove her over the conclusion crevice into the unreachable claws of cruelty.

For the spirit of her she could not marshal one iota of remorse, for he had stood by during the slaughter, having the power to stop 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 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 aliveness burning upon her pal and grandmother 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the truth, for the tragedy in her young life had not been enough. The sick gods governing macrocosm had not yet had their fill of her pain, her heartache ...

The fragrance of wooden-headed ash once again filled her anterior naris, the unspeakable recognition that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the ground, intermingling with her remaining brother 's ...

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

The pain pouring mute from her lips was silenced as another spokesperson rose up, saturated with the hate she felt burning within herself.

ceramicist ...

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

The muscles in his arm shook, vibrating with fiery loudness, rattling her own arm as well, yet her questioning gaze fell unnoticed, spiritual world upon the back of his dark head.

His attending was elsewhere, fixated upon a prematurely gray haired charwoman sitting good to the door.

It took her a moment to realize that the Weasel had already been stunned, and that his cause hysteria 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 head that it was her to whom he was referring.

Confused she allowed herself to be led forward by thrower, close-fitting to the get at woman, whose optic no longer quite met their own. `` So ... '' He continued. `` Is it because you 're just another encephalon washed Ministry pawn, or does your leader closely resemble a snake ? ``

His articulation was becoming rather snakelike himself ... Or it could be her head, which was still reeling from her previous feat.

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own center flicked over in fourth dimension to see Hermione 's glowering ones flitting from one end of the room to the other, between the woman and Ron, then between Ron and a shattered plant holder.

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

The woman watched her onward motion with a marked-up expression. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should know that I am a Ministry official ...

ceramicist 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 last time I checked the use of Unforgivables was a crime as well. '' He countered, slipping his digit into her own reassuringly. `` So why did you use it on a 16 year old Wizard ? ``

'' And as Ministry functionary, Leanne, surely you know that the use of an inexcusable on an Underaged sorcerer merits a long judgment of conviction in Azkaban. '' The other patron, looking to be in his mid-thirties 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 get taught you well enough to abide away. ``

Amarante waggled his eyebrows in an oddly familiar spirit way. `` Well you know Très and I, never too far from trouble. ``

It suddenly dawned on her that Amarante was a spitting mental image of Professor Très.

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

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

'' No ... '' She called, emerging from beneath the drapery. `` Just a notion Harry. I think the Ira 's are trying to tell me something ... ''

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

'' Hogwarts is not pathetic ! '' Snapped Neville, his own verge drawn and leveled at the gross out looking adult female.

'' Neville 's right wing. 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 student are too put off by my brother 's teaching methods are they Leanne. ''

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

The adult female was beginning to look like a corner animal. `` I have every right to do so ! That thing is a monster ... ''

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

'' A monster 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 piteous fundament and all you can do is call at them ! How defy you ! ``

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening thunder of thrower, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to extinguish the woman 's memory at once sent the bird 's drumhead snapping back into the bulwark, her centre dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the respite of his words, for she had broken away from thrower 's clutch, dropping besides doyen 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


No sooner had Kaylens released his handwriting than Amarante turned his wand on the remaining conscious patron. `` meritless dear but .... Obliviate ! ''

Hermione 's critical look as Amarante finished putting the patron to sleep was answered with an air of excuse.

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

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. Enough had gone incorrectly today. They could not afford to bequeath any miss last lying around.

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

Luna 's inquiry was met by five bewildered gazes. Only then did Harry agnise that she had not been merely milling around the entire clip, but that she had been checking the other sponsor to see if they were alright.

Her question did not seem 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 pop ? All of us are alive, and they are n't that incompetent person. I thought for sure my phone number was up when that honey oil curse hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can distinguish you that much. ''

Hermione elicited an odd racket, 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 glimpse. It was apparent that her business was not for herself, but for Dean.

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

'' You 're quite redress young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his ear lobe. `` If I could venture a guess I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a hired hand around for emphasis. `` whipping was merely a way to disquiet us from something far more forbidding. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the sound of those words.

'' 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 gaze was drifting towards the rear exit. `` Our unspoiled gibe is the Natalie Wood. ''

'' The Forbidden Forest ? Wonderful ... '' Remarked his red headed friend, looking thoroughly put out.

'' No ... She 's right. '' Kaylens voice was oddly strained, her supercilium creased with care as she continued examining Dean. `` If I create a distraction one of us should be able-bodied to shit it back to the schoolhouse, expiry Eaters or not. ``

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

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

'' I mean I go out, drawing their care away from those of you going into the woods. '' She huffed.

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their heads.

'' I ca n't condone allowing a stripling to put themselves in harms way. '' Amarante stated flatly, all trace of high spirits gone from his voice.

'' If they are not aiming to stamp out I 'll be fine. '' Kaylens tiff icily. `` You were so surely of that a instant ago. ``

The older man 's jaw dropped, leaving Harry with an awkward intuitive feeling. `` Kaylens I do n't .... ''

She cut him off.

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

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

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

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

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

Her berm visibly stiffened, a flash of angriness passing within her eyes. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you want to fence or help your friend ? ``

The red pass threw up his script. `` No need to get scratchy .... ''

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

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

Her representative was firm, unbendable, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eyes away from her fallen Friend. `` He needs assistance and he needs assistant soon. We need to move. ``

'' Someone is going to need to stay put here. '' Neville pointed out. `` Falco columbarius knows what a last eater would do to an unconscious mind Muggle-born ... Not to observe Madame Rosmereta and Lara. ``

'' I 'll stick around. '' Came Hermione 's vocalisation, earning her a startled look from all parties. She shrugged sadly. `` For once I 'll allow in that I ca n't do something. My costa ... 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 hand about one thing Mione. You 're in no pattern to resist for yourself at the here and now. So somebody else needs to stay behind. ``

Harry 's centre flew around the way, taking in the potential volunteers. There were the two sponsor, Neville, Kaylens, Ron, and Luna.

'' I 'll stay. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as good of shape as the residual of you. I 'd cause trouble 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 sooner we can get started. ``

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville take Dean into the girl 's restroom. fountainhead prop the second door open so if anyone does come up back they 'll suppose we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his booster carefully, admiring the idea. `` And the rest of us will go out the men 's public lavatory windowpane. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and thrill. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to induce it back to Hogwarts while Amarante concealment me ... ''

She let out a protest, but a wave of his hand 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 bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to fall in them one. I doubt the Death Eaters, purchase order to not vote down or not, will be able to dissent the chance to have got a go at me. Besides, you 're the more experienced wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grin lit up his eyes. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the back. `` Death Eater mark pattern. Looks like you 're not going to have all the fun after all there Harry. ``

As Amarante went to help Luna with the bracing of Dean 's neck, and the moving of his imp mannequin, all the while whistling a Muggle display line, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to hide for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

The pinpoint of bright brightness level speckling her sight needed to be sprayed away with a very large hose.

Preferably a power hose.

Groaning she attempted to dislodge herself from the cranny between the back and nominal head seats 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 back seat she took stock of the situation, the corner branch jutting through the front windshield, ending where Emily 's top dog should have rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ball upon the flooring 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 room access to be wedged shut by another Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, for the car had veered off, bouncing from the ditch into the wooden area keeping tread with the road itself.

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

She nearly swore, bracing against the opposition door and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the methamphetamine hydrochloride and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised feet. The grimace of hurting was taking over her face, droplets of water from her mousy hair intermingling with her sweaty shoot droplets as she continued her violent, desperate onslaught, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the chip of the windowpane giving way to hundreds of glittering shards flying amongst the sparkling lighter already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic class slipped upon the slick wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the horn, the blaring vibrations of it 's never-ending, single noted beep shattering the good afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the sound of the still groaning engine and the pounding rain.

reaching over the buns she sent him slouching upon the room access, the blood slicked hooter falling silent as his weightiness fell away.

There was no need to appropriate the auditory sensation to attract any unwanted attention, for Dementors could travel fast, though a car could move faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the tool 's core, slumping over the bike, and how long the creatures had had to make up the distance between ...

She did not sleep with the result to any of these things, and could not afford the price of drawing them near if they had made it to their vicinity.

The chairwoman 's nose was clearly broken, the cartilage sufficiently contorted to have allowed a relinquish menstruum of rakehell from it upon the steering wheel. Now the clumping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his upper lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lollipop flavored for the vampiric sort.

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

In the look of half a dozen Dementors Kenneth had managed to maintain 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 warm stuff and nonsense than the most engagement hardened of wizards.

Contorting herself as good she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rain soaked cap for balance. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the window skeletal frame, and her palm slid from the roof, barely catching against the thin Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree proboscis responsible for thwarting her previous feat to unfold the door, and somehow this steadied her.

One arm hanging limply at her side she clambered to the footing in rainwater soaked article of clothing, her onyx kicking matching the ever-increasing shadow of the sky.

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

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

Sirius lightlessness was silhouetted within them.



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'' No one is truly evilness. They simply see things from a different dot of view. ``
~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ piece 2


'' In the long account of bad ideas, this one is the worst ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the bowling alley, the verge of the Forbidden forest looming menacingly at him.

'' expect on the brightly side. '' Potter grunted, releasing his cargo deck on the windowsill, dropping onto the turd strewn ground. `` If there are Death eater out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

Weasley paled considerably, contrasting with the warms hues cast about the alley by the sun 's dying light. The year was growing late, and the early hour of the setting sun would perhaps aid he and Luna on their task of remaining unseen in the forest 's shadows.

Or at to the lowest degree Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange and black socks appeared out the restroom window, and she dropped from the sill to the dusty ground, landing rather elegantly despite the large swarm of detritus rising around her. Spying this the daughter smiled, squatting down to spray a fine watercourse of piss from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

Her brow wrinkled curiously at this, a touch of a smile tugging at her lips as Luna plunged her mitt into the muddy concoction, stirring it around as if it were pudding.

'' Hey gang, it 's unclutter ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two trash tin can. `` return me two instant and then I 'll be ready to cover you. ''

'' Kaylens ? '' His calloused handwriting fell onto her arm, a regulate construction on his face. `` You 're going with Luna and Ron. ``

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

'' Please, no contestation. '' He added, as a gust of air current tunneling down the alley sent his rumbustious hair into his oculus. The way his nose wrinkled in chafe as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his glasses, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing comic about a perfectly healthy soul wanting to risk their life when mortal of no consequence was available.

Someone like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her musculus filled with the tiresome ache of her earlier overextension. If only doing such thing was less painful ...

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

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

He was wrong though, her incredulous formulation heightening the consequence of her softly hissed row. `` His quarrel is with everyone, not just you. You 're a naive patsy to think otherwise. ``

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

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

A touch of anxiety flickered within his eyes. `` Why would you say that ? ''

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

'' There is nix left for me to lose. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still have your life. ``

'' No Potter ... '' She murmured sadly. `` Not even that for a lot longer. ``

Reaching up she removed his hired man, the veiled significance of her words affecting him in a way she could not notice.

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

Strained were the lines of his sass.

'' Plus ... '' She continued, spotting the increasing cable of his scowl. `` 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 clamant vexation. `` Just let the dimwit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get killed let her, but we need to go. ``

Her eyes narrowed onto the red head, but her brusk counter was cut off by Potter.

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

Her resolute expression remained her response to this statement.

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

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

'' Aye, aye maitre d'hotel. '' He grumbled, rolling his eyes. `` Like I would need to walk around in the monster infested timberland alone anywa ... ''

His voice fell dead, for Luna had just stood up, her expression completely covered in mud. `` Actually Ronald I can move faster by myself. '' She informed bluntly.

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

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

'' I 've been invisible for over four year. '' Luna retorted without shame. `` One Thomas More day is n't asking too much. ``

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

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to evade her attempt, Amarante appeared command overhead, dangling precariously over the roof 's edge. Nodding his favourable reception at Luna 's methods, he threw ceramist and her a glimpse. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm ready to underwrite whenever you 're both cook to go. ''

disappearance over the edge with a grin far too across-the-board for the place, Luna managed to streak a stain of dark mud across the red head 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's frantic attempts to wipe it away only served to further imbed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a aspect of pure malevolency.

'' Red 's the low gear color the human eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his scowl. `` Not exactly a born color for the forest either, so dulling it increases your chance of not being spotted. ``

Luna grinned widely, happy someone agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a tart nod she pronounced him ready, flouncing away without another Word.

'' Ruddy wacko ... '' Weasley muttered, smearing his cheeks with his sleeve, stalking off down the alley.

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to lower at Potter as well.

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

'' sodomist off Harry. ''

Weasley 's shrill clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the woodland at a much irksome, less triumphal tread than the one Luna had set.

thrower seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her sympathy and thoughts on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's popular opinion were worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the main road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

'' Any fantastic design for distracting them ? '' She intoned softly.

Eyes blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you contrive on just being reckless ? '' Her rebuff grin softened the impact of her words, earning her a throw headspring shake.

'' If reckless is what you want ... ''

Without preamble Potter stepped out into the route, whistling loudly, like a tightly wounding atom bomb about to go off.
* * * * *


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

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

Good.

The characteristic narrow escape of poorly oiled hinge echoed across the road, two cloaked men, hoods down, emerging from the Apothecary.

He smiled deviantly.

'' fantasy seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a talk with that spineless Hydra of a master of yours. Any idea of where I can find him ? ``

Tick.

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

Tock.

Quietly in the back street, Kaylens began cursing his name, an oddly amuse smile creeping farther onto his facial expression at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

Through the pharmacist shopfront there was movement. The Death Eaters were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took note of this.

But why ?

Tock.

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

Only he was at least smiling.

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

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

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

Behind the two baddie erupted a fiery brilliance, a single blinding flash rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the leaf strewn timber on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared inch from the last feeder 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The disorder Death feeder whorled, their attending caught by the sound of the attack, but not before the wind could fling the rising coal to a fresh source of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's early childhood ignited upon the shroud of the devil 's hem, the flaming greedily devouring the woman 's nighttime cloth quicker than human inclusion could process.

The woman 's skin was already burning before the former had the sense to pink her to the footing, kicking release dirt onto her to smoother the ravenous flames, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

Leaving behind the characteristic crackling of the kindling leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the tax shelter of the furthermost alleyway, in the polar focus from where Luna and Ron had gone.

The pursuance began, as one set of pounding footsteps hitting the cobblestone took chase behind him, a shout rising up followed by the red flash lamp of the most green of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the Death eater had been given club to kill surely that jet of light would deliver stemmed from an let loose Unforgivable.

Two meters to go and another Death Eater emerged from the very alleyway he had been running for, blocking his path altogether, pinning him in between the two armed men right as the sun disappeared behind gray storm clouds.

Shadows fell across Hogsmeade 's center road, another flash of brilliant red light brightening the scene as he stood helplessly between the two malefactors, wand raised in preparation to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The lulu hit the roof near the boundary of the alleyway, sending pieces of thatch flying give up while the metallic grate of the quaint shop 's gutter filled the air, the long man of aluminum breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, leaf strewn pee upon all of them before it 's pointy bound connected sickeningly with the newly emerged expiry Eater.

The man was knocked powerfully to the footing, a large gash running the length of his back, and magical 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 step for only a moment he threw away the thought of going to her aid, for his own new Friend had caught him around the throat, throwing him to the ground.

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

All the alleys of Hogsmeade were identical, the Lapp brick or Edward Durell Stone walls lining the sides of the building framing them, the like trash bins and evacuate crate, the Saami litter strewn soil, and the Same magical filth.

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

He intended to grant a good Chase, distracting at least a few Death Eaters from his two friends fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a broom, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life. All he knew was that his Recent epoch ontogenesis spurt had lengthened his legs enough to keep open a stride ahead of his pursuer, but his endurance ...

He could n't count on it outlasting what could be a highly check Death feeder, let alone on being able-bodied to outrun and outsmart all of the flung curses.

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

baton drawn he waited until the Adrenalin fueled last Eater rounded after him, only to meet the hard cubital joint to the fount that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his grip, and a flying lulu ended the man 's conscious cognizance of the ague pain.

Quickly he drug the body into the forest, depositing it behind a thick thorny brush, bound and silenced. sweetheart were not meant to sustain one knocked out indefinitely, so even if the man came to now any call for help would be unheard.

It was there, crouched behind the foliage, that he heard the coming footfall. Thanking pigeon hawk that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glance, only catching sight of an indiscernible dark cloak.

A Death Eater ...

Without a clear dig he patiently waited until they were close adequate to recoil his snare, and spring it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly littler bod, spinning them around, his wand to their throat as they fell together against the rough brick bulwark of the building. `` Not a sound. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the individual 's lack of a struggle.

The inscrutable lucky tress flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her thug in the affray, froze his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly placeable, highly incensed seeing red of air.

'' Dam n't Potter ... '' She spat, somehow twisting around to look him despite the constant grip he held on her torso.

'' Dam n't me ? '' He hissed incredulously. `` red cent yourself ! I could stimulate hexed you ! ``

'' Yeah well if you hex me you 'll have no one to bother 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 unseen I think ... ''

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

Her bubbly colored heart narrowed, golden flecks burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their care was the point, was it not ? ``

'' I was wondering where your sarcasm went. '' He mumbled, the abrasive thump of his nerve fueled by the actualization that he had nearly used a dark curse on her.

'' It came back the second you lied about doing this together ceramist ! You lied ! And to guess, I actually was starting to believe that you actually were sorry about earlier ... ''

'' right hand up until you introduced me to the finer points of Butterbeer ... '' He countered, his hand dropping to her waist, his principal falling back against the bricks.

'' speaking of that take this. '' She hissed, shoving the broken off sherd of a Butterbeer bottle into his paw. `` I nicked it from the pub. ``

He frowned, looking at it 's reflective surface. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just reflect the next curse word sent my way with it. ``

'' Funny, did n't appear that nonfunctional to the expiry feeder 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 ... thought crossed my mind though ... ''

He stared for a second in jar at her give-and-take before finally managing to pressure his outspoken cords to again, vibrate.

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glare.

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

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

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

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

When his eyes finally rose to see hers, he found them flickering uncertainly, her fists no longer clench, but lightly relaxing where his hands held her steady.

'' Look ... '' He whispered gently, all old annoyance vanishing. `` For the second can we just call a armistice ? arrest the bickering for a bit ? ''

She tossed her forefront back, allowing her hood to decrease free, releasing her mane of Byzantine locks that a passel of leave-taking had somehow wormed their way into.

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

A small smile tugged at the bound of his sass, his hand clamping over her lip, effectively silencing her protestation. `` It worked did n't it ? ``

'' Hmph. ``

'' And while we 're on the subject of stunts ... '' He continued, middle peering over her caput, cryptic into the mat coppices where the destruction Eater 's trunk lay. `` Would you care to explain how you wound up in a Death feeder 's cloak ? You nearly had an Unforgiveable thrown at you. ``

Beneath his decoration the smell of her laugher tickled his tegument, the realization striking him perhaps harder than the implike glint in her eyes.

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

'' Please tell apart me there 's not ... '' He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

'' A stunned destruction Eater in nothing but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her crushed lip as laughter shook her. `` I-I figured it was a s-suitable punishment for trying to h-hex me ... ''

Yet again the girl had completely surprised him, a sudden frightful actualization striking him.

'' remind me to never incense you again. ``

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

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

Instantly all humour faded, an uneasy expression he did not prefer replacing it.

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty lots. Three months ... Three calendar month of drill and the only bally thing I can honestly do on my own is stun ... ''

For some reason his hired hand found it 's way to her hood, pulling it over her head once again. Her phrase bury she observed him curiously, as he unconsciously began tucking her hair beneath it.

'' Best not to let anyone recognize you then. '' He spoke softly, slower than normal, an unnatural, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a shame to not phlebotomise all of the use you can get out of this lovely style statement you acquired. ``

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

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

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was queer how he could incense her one import and make her grinning the next, all the while with end eater hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought of this brought a pleasant superstar he was not eagre to miss, despite his inability to delineate it.

She stared at him, features bathed in the gray dark of her punk, sassing slightly open as if caught off guard. `` You know I ca n't settle if I should take that as a compliment or not. ``

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

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

'' Good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a last Eater 's trouser, to extract revenge or not, I think I may have had to pass over your memory clean for your own good. ``

She looked positively appalled, her intended retort forever remaining unspoken, for at that consequence the idle wrinkling of leave 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 wrist in a firm vice bobby pin as if he were her captive. Keeping close to the magically set up building of commerce they kept to the shadows, knowing that her dark hood would merit a indorsement glance before any plan of attack would be made upon them.

Like a inner ear the next alley 's egression appeared, but a blue-belly milkshake of her head cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived risk lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirt of Hogsmeade 's commercial-grade properties, until the second gear to finis bowling alley was encountered.

Peering down it 's void stretch they entered, the stench hitting them only after.

Foul excretory product and feces, gall and scraps, all of it assaulted their senses without excuse, as if it 's origin was freshly released.

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

The dull red hair's-breadth, the characteristic freckles ...

The exanimate face of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing second he froze, muscles failing to obey his control, nerves failing to fire, heart stuttering.

'' No ... ''

His mind denied it even before his smother utterance. Seamus could n't be deadened. He couldn't.

Though there was no denying the blank shell, unfold eyed stare of the Irish people boy staring forever up into the heavens, just as there was no way of getting around the malodour, for eventually the loss of restraint of a stiff 's muscular system allows for the release of such ill-scented things.

Recognizing the soiled soil around his dorm mate, it occurred to him that Seamus had been dead for quite some time.

Someone 's manus wrapped around his own, squeezing gently.

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A diffuse part whispered, her postulation heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the dent his genu had left in the dirt. At some breaker point he had fallen there, besides the second student to run across the fate his parents had.

In that moment everything changed.

He had been wrong. How poor fish was he, believing for even a present moment that the Death eater would pause to kill ...

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

A slow electrocution, ominous furore began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The dying feeder 's representative rang out from the opposite end of the alley, echoing down it 's length, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the intense animus rising louder and louder within him.

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

Saving ....

trench within the astuteness of his ailing witting, all care for the sparing of life sentence of anyone in the adventitia of the nighttime nobleman fled, and his upturned wand unleashed the most powerful smasher he could muster, as less effective stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry red wooded scepter besides him.

They could n't remain exposed in the open like this, mere sitting duck ...

Driving his shoulder into hers, knocking her to the side, they tumbled behind a metal bin. Kaylens swore besides him, grabbing her shoulder in clear pain in the ass, but there was no metre to think on it.

CLANG !

CLANG ! CLANG !

The bombardment of curses were pounding against the bin, rattling the chummy metal as if it were mere tin foil, a corner of the bin already melting over ...

clangoring !

His wand smacked hard against their temporary blockade, strengthening it with a shielding charm Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable reaction, but the dying eater 's sandbag patch now bounced from it as if they were mere pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were belittled boulders.

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

She wedged her wand in the lower-case letter gap between the bin and the brick wall, blasting stunner in a straight path along it, actually hitting house as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an attack to avoid Harry 's plaster bandage hex.

That Death Eater fell groaning and disoriented to the land, yet the pale faced man was clearly still conscious. The wrinkling of Kaylens'nose evidenced her displeasure at this, since the other demise eater was no longer in their seam of sight.

It took a instant for Harry to realize that the only other spotlight to shelter bottom at that end of the alleyway lay directly beneath another gutter.

Flashing Kaylens a deviant grin he aimed, the oddly mum audio of the spell striking overpowered by the ear splitting audio of the now dangling gutter dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

The gutter finally broke relieve from it 's precarious hold upon the thatched roof, landing directly atop where the other assaulter had lain in wait.

The man 's screaming reverberated down the bowling alley with sickening limpidity.

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' carnival enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the expiry eater 's howler were attracting notice, because no sooner had that pair of lout been taken fear of than the sound of another couple of footstep sprinting across the folio resounded. Only this time the person was coming from the backbone allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all pretenses at humor once again left-hand, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not go on in that focusing, and together they took off down the length of the skittle alley, passing the disoriented decease Eaters just before the alleyway ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's independent thoroughfare.

Marching down the leaf littered road was the quarter expiry feeder that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of to a lesser extent than a minute.

Bolting across the cobblestone road, passing this new genius of ruthlessness, Kaylens fell into stride behind Harry, her wand leveled at him as if she were the one in by-line, effectively blocking the newly appeared Death feeder from firing anything at him for jeopardy of hitting a fellow in arms.

The manoeuvre worked, for the Death feeder was already swearing in frustration as he reached another alley across the road.

This alley was dark, darker than any of the previous single they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding afforest hung overhead it, bathing the construction in refreshing shade during the summer, preventing the snow from accumulating on the roofs in winter, and providing a haven for all those seeking to guide business of the illicit variety.

The alley was bathed in sinister fantasm, but he had always liked the nighttime, and did not hesitate to turn down it, the buffeting of their pursuers resonating in the breezy air behind them. Diving behind a chemical group 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 feeder cloak torn off, with the blench one 's hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a reprehensible clasp.

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

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

A loud ululation broke from the goon 's throat, the trace darkening the alley having dulled the flash bulb of the get around glass in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the deep ruby red that could only halt from an arterial blood vessel.

The man 's arm was spurting.

She whorled in her assaulter 's range, slashing his arm until the vice clutches broke, sprinting down the long alley.

The Death Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding magic spell dying on Harry 's lips as the wickedness Christ Within connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaves littering the alleyway 's walkway in her wake.

Her tumultuous fall terminated directly in movement of where he lay in wait, and wait he did, posed in a scrunch up, ready to spring ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another bod wearing the emblematic shroud of the dickens himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. `` Our orders were not to bolt down ! He 's not going to be supplication ... ''

'' She 's supposed to be dead ! I killed her ! '' Broussard 's vocalisation was tinged with hysterical neurosis, the spurting in his arm ceasing as the healing magical spell he had cast took effect.

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

The prickling of welling blood welled within Harry 's hand, such was his bag upon his own glass shard.

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

One.

Two.

One more ...

Broussard passed the gap between the bin, and he sprang from the phantasma, throwing his arm around the tall man 's neck opening, slashing savagely as he yanked away, falling to the ground besides Kaylens, the hot squirt of blood splashing them both as Broussard 's severed carotid collapsed.

roll to his back, 11 inches of Charles Hardin Holley already cocked and aimed, the killing bane flew at the other man.

The thud of the Death Eater 's body hitting the priming, the surcease of the other 's dire gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only expiation.

His attention jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest, the easygoing lines of her center screwed up in pain.

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

'' Right ? Right about what ? '' He asked, arms shaking, the disjoin caliber of her lecture chilling him. `` Kaylens are you ... ''

'' About ... n-not being ... taking guardianship of ... myself ... '' Her vocalisation faded, a whoop coughing resuming.

'' Dam n't ... '' He hissed, casting a furtive glance at their surroundings, hating the undeniable vulnerability of their show berth. Two clay and an injured comrade.

The foul scent was already rising from the saucy carcase ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the affright from his voice as he smoothed away her wind strewn fuzz. `` I 'm going to impress you okay ? ''

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

Setting her down, supported only by his arms, he brushed her golden pilus aside."What were you hit with ?"His urging was barely concealed, his eyes searching her kisser and body for any signal, anything at all, to signal what possible curse could be running it 's course within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The adrenaline of earlier fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the first fledglings of fearfulness creeping into him at her faltering words.

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

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

His inside froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the reason. `` What hurts ? ''
The auditory sensation of his low, pressing spokesperson terrified him nearly as much as the stiffening of her slender arms beneath his time lag.

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

quelling ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertoire of dreary curse word, limited only to the texts he had borrowed from Dumbledore's collection.

…some are subject of crushing the air from it's victim's lungs….

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

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

Her breathing was shallow, coming in forgetful, flying bursts of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` Stay becalm okeh ? You need to relax…. ''

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

The replication curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

A foul whimper distracted him, drawing him to the distracting pallor of her peel.

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet incapacitated as her center took on a shiny quality, flickering aimlessly. `` stress on me. '' He whispered, tilting her grimace until she was looking upon him in the dark light. `` await at me okay ? Please… ''

She was shaking now, her face growing cool to the speck, lip flapping wordlessly…

'' semen on Kaylens ! Talk to me ! Please ! '' He hissed frantically, feeling her trunk stiffening besides him, her hands, once clutching onto him so tightly, releasing his cloak, reaching to hold on blindly at her slender throat…

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

Her resign arm rose, frantically clawing, clutching onto him, flailing weakly as he fought to simmer down her.

'' Stop ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not comply, though her atomic number 8 was depleting, her last reserves were being used to push him irrationally. `` Do n't defend me ... ''

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

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

He caught her arms, capturing them in the strong clutches normally reserved for the struggling Snitch alone. His forearms strained against her, his decision made as he swung his leg over her waist, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the pugnacious soil of the alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her hips rose, pressing into him, against him, but his hand were now freed.

His judgement roamed quickly, desperately, searching through the counter curses, seeking and falling upon one he was unsure of, though there was no time left for vacillation.

'' hitch with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to fall free, revealing the brushed wool of a well worn sweater.

His hands found their way to her chest, pressing upon either side to hover above where her lungs lay, his baton 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 scupper pelt above her collar melody.

Her clutches upon his pant legs was loosening, her rigid hands growing limp as her chest's heaving grew indiscernible, arousing far to a greater extent than panic within him.

Her body was no longsighted writhing beneath his own, her eyes flickering shut ...

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

Closing his middle he allowed the tip of his wand to tip down, touching her skin, damp with perspiration, just above her collar line. His hands remained upon her chest of drawers, all concentration contorted into the feat of relieving the pressure upon her.

'' Sterk Ademendum ... '' He finally whispered, hoping against hope sufficiency of his will was behind it, for the suppression hex 's tabulator swearing was reliant upon effectiveness of will, much like the Unforgiveables.

Wandless trick coupled with military unit of will ...

He had never before attempted such a feat.

The patrician disconsolate mist poured from his hands, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her skin, before finally fading from sight.

His hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his quarter round across her chili pepper cutis, a tacit mantra pouring from his mouth. `` Please Kaylens… seminal fluid on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the immortal to spare her strength enough to last-place as the retort curse ran it's line.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her boldness, for her head had lolled to the side to breathe in his handwriting.

He was watching her, searching for something, anything, to argue success.

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

The slight shuddering of her body beneath him, so slight he feared it a product of the hint, drew his eyes surface once more.

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

His heart thudded, for her digit still remained hobble within the confines of his own.

"Come on Kaylens… One more time…"

This time her chest rose, ever so slightly, as if the pressure upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly retard power.

His hand traced along her neck, feeling for the gruntle throbbing within it, finding her pulse rate beating weakly…

gulping hard, his mitt returned to her face, gently turning her school principal until the scarcely sunshine of the alley fell upon it. Her airway would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the chin was directly in line with the chest.

It seemed another eternity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His fingers grazed her cheeks, ensuring that her head remained in billet as her chest began rising with more and more geometrical regularity, each pant of replenishing life air fueling her alertness.

Her heart flickered slightly, the small sign betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in reliever as he felt her bridge player squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, lips parted as her breath came ever more steadily. recollective moments passed, his oculus glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her features. low the affected tinge to her rim fading, clear pink replacing ghostly gray, then the vague warmheartedness to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His name came from between her start lips, the ghost of a audio escaping on a whispered breath.

'' Shh ... Do n't say a discussion. '' He hushed, running his sleeve across her damp eyebrow, waiting for the hitching of her hint to once again fall under control.

No citation was requirement save for the tightening of her paw around his, the tapping upon his leg conveying how his knee still uncomfortably pillow upon her other arm.

A light, amused smiling escaped him at the fruition. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her legs, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his bureau he allowed her slender cast to crack against him, her leaf strewn fuzz tickling his nozzle as he gratefully breathed her earthy scent in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his face into her hair, clinging to her still shaking variety. `` I was so pall the counter curse would n't forge ... ''

Weak fingerbreadth clung loosely to him, her soft panting his only response. Unconsciously he found his helping hand tangling in her fuzz, combing through her snarl tress, giving in to his burning urge to rival, to feel her presence directly beneath his hands.

Somehow, the spirit of her breast heaving against him relieved him in a way that just the stack of her external respiration could not.

'' Thanks ... '' Her welcomed breathing time was tracing across his neck, increasing the nonvoluntary vibration of his own muscles.

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

He felt a modest tremor course through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the mite of a smiling upon her tone.

She had tones ...

He clung to her tighter, unsure of his sudden penury for forcible link. `` Have to appease ahead of you somehow ... '' He muttered lightly, relishing the way her chest rose against his in light laughter.

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

He nodded, turning her look until her hazy heart peered into his own. `` I guess so. '' He murmured, studying her. `` But we 're still in a bit of a quandary. Do you call up you can place upright ? ``

She smiled wanly. `` I 'm exhausted, not immobilized. ''

He returned her grin warmly, pressing his forehead against her own. `` skilful. '' He murmured, his intrude rubbing against her own. `` Because I 'm not carrying you. ``

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the light rasp to her voice, a light object breaking free from his neck at that moment, falling onto their interlace laps.

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

Kaylens'digit wrapped around it, a bemuse expression tracing her feature film. `` Never pictured you as one for necklaces ... ''

He scowled, taking the strand between his own fingers, fully intending to domesticate his property, when the intense snapping of twig and crackling of leaves, as if a sudden rough-and-tumble in a spill mickle had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

clump.

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

Thump.

His fist clenched around his baton, concealing it between them. He wanted to move, but he knew she was in too a tenuous country to incite quickly enough.

Another speech sound met his ears.

Growling ...

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

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

There was not enough time.

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

As it lunged for the kill, a hex to fling silver grey particles emerged from his scepter to fulfil it, and Harry had just adequate sentence to palpate the sharp-worded drag behind his belly button, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens hands.

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ Ghosts of the past times


It was sickening ... The way the ho-hum warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his blunt skin like thousand of slithering serpent, their tongue like lashings reawakening his blunt cellular electrical capacity with frightening vigor.

Until the nauseating warmth had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'mad protest.

Such was the effect of stern top dog injuries ...

Now he was only pallidly aware of the harsh strait reverberating through the elbow room, and the representative, incomprehensible in dialect and tongue, it 's only comprehensible feature a grating hiss, filling his senses.

The small man pounding upon the interior of his skull with his rather great maul banged with frenzied despair, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the pain had been his only constant, his only sanity to the fury that was now his creation.

Dean Thomas sought release, his eye blearily opening to witness a fiendish glory, one to which his private infliction paled in compare. No sum of money of dour splodge clouding his vision could veil the peck before him, nor the ophidian slithering across his numb stage, pinning his body to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestiges of hind branch protruding from the serpent 's consistence, like low spurs, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's unmixed width freezing his blood that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the trading floor around his bandaged skull.

The convulsing struck hard and suddenly, his eubstance lurching beneath the serpent 's system of weights unsuccessfully, the act of his head his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the expelled contents of his own venter.

The hissing again ... The pressure sensation was leaving, his trunk finally able to roll spare upon the ruby slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the drear length of cloak swaying against his face, Hermione 's choked gargles registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through sin, his dark center rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally articulate lips, as the serpents large duration exerted it 's suffocating military group around her small frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping body ...

The mystifying browned scale leaf trailed away from her in a bad way organic structure, covering everything in visual modality, the very story appearing alive with the snake 's flimsy movement, it 's length out of the question to spot due to the sheer sizeableness of it 's intercoiling ...

His heart fell upon Amarante 's unconscious physical structure, upon the serpent dragging over and across Neville 's chest ....

A powerful force clenched around his Kuki, and against his will the black art forced his neck to tilt back, his vertebras crunching together, dangerously close to snapping as he stared at the creature commanding his very will.

Deadened, cunt like center met him.
* * * * *


The Richard Morris Hunt was on.

The wolf 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's claw digging into the mud soaked forest story, wet clumps of pasture scattering in it 's wake. The only sound breaking the still death of the little traveled forest the abrasive pounding of the small packs feet.

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

The scent of resilient physique had been detected upon the Saratoga chip breeze snaking through the Greenwich Village only moments before, and now the pack was on the Hunt, searching for the escaped soul.

No humans were to leave the village.

None alive ....

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

The wolf would not again stray from the growled order 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 taste of the two bracing specimens was grievous reminder 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 wiry tissue caught between it 's incisors, torn from the fresh corpse 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 athirst desperation for live quarry.

The last pair had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for rake coagulated firmly within simple moment, and no clotting had passed along the Hugo Wolf 's tongue as it had feasted, it 's spit so deluded by the taste, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The lesion the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's pit, were piffling in comparison to it 's now satisfied hunger, for the blood of the absolutely stiffened the fur lining it 's snout, it 's tongue lapping at it, yearning for just one more taste ...

It was then that the wolf spotted it 's new pit, a newsflash of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human 's head. The elder 's pharyngeal growling signified it too had spotted the fair game, it 's growling urging the wolf 's mitts to pound in a faster calendar method, a deeply tangle issuing from it 's own pharynx, penetrating the lately afternoon silence.

No humans were to escape the village ... None animated ...

For it they were not within the wards when the spell commenced .... Then they were as dear as dead anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's 1st knife thrust of Fang deftly dodged as the quarry spun around the Base of a torso, it 's evasive maneuver effective.

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

Stalking through the farewell the Wolf hunted, rearing upon it 's haunches as the homo leapt in the air, clawing at a low hung bough.

It was a single flash of the human 's hair that caused the wildcat 's wavering.

acquaintance ...

The human hung precariously, gangly substructure swinging in a long arc, it 's wand hired hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the promising light emitting from the homo 's sceptre in time.

As the senior fell to the wood floor, howling as if hellhole itself had clawed at it 's very soul, all acquaintance was forgotten. The Friedrich August Wolf became entirely wildcat, giving into it 's fleshly desires once again as it leapt in defense lawyers, fang bared ...

The homo 's human foot connected harshly with it 's tenacious skull, but not before it 's teeth had sunk into the man 's pulp, it 's gene altering phage passing into the bloodstream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be man for long.

Together they crashed to the forest base, the homo 's wand breaking from it 's grasp, disappearing amongst the broken arm strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the wolf leapt upon the polish resister, it 's nipper digging into it 's stone pit 's chest, that the gnawing acquaintance within it 's head clamped down hard.

He had bitten a homo ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man 's freckle face was screwed up in pain, yet the man 's confusion regarding the wolf 's hesitation to polish off him off was clearly reflected within the blueish deepness of the homo 's eyes.

The brute 's stomach churned, the thoroughly squelch gustatory perception finally allowing it to reclaim it 's judgement, and the elder was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's wildcat intent was clear.

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

consequence later the writhing consistency of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering ground of the Forbidden Forest, back into the ghost townspeople of Hogsmeade.

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

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

Phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The animal spoke with derision, the sudden air pressure upon his expression releasing, sending his head snapping into the trading floor with catapulted effect.

The crunching of his clash nose, nor his pain groans, was paid no head.

'' The annoyance you are feeling shall recede in time Mr. Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such harm. Your skull was in pauperism of contiguous attention. ``

Lifting his head, barely capable of eliciting a muscular response from his branch, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh blood from his face.

The campaign was unsympathetic, the fierce retching of his torso indicative as advance contents of his belly expelled across the floor.

Voldemort merely raised the glowering hem of his cloak, avoiding the putrid malodor puddling dangerously close to his unstained robes.

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

His skull pounded, the poisonous words filtering in, his gist pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of scoundrel kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an babe, face down in his own mess.

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

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

James Byron Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his head bobbed in answer, his mandibula striking the floor with each successive drop.

'' Ah ... goodness. '' Voldemort derided. `` I do so value obedience Mr. Thomas, it was a trait your father lacked. How singular that it would devolve to his precious son. ``

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

'' But of course ... You would n't receive known would you ? ``

The man with the sledgehammer pounded relentlessly, threatening to break through his barely healed skull, but the vein throbbing within his neck pulsated with furious strength.

'' What would you know about my beginner ? '' He spat, blood colored spit running down his lip.

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

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

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, optic glinting. `` Your beginner was herculean, but treacherous .... In the end, his refusal to obey guild was not something that could be tolerated. ``

James Dean was shaken. His Fatherhood ... The one someone he had so assiduously sought to find ... 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 only cognition he bore divagation from the darkness anger, the dig feeling of desertion that he harbored below his jovial exterior.

And now the noisome of creatures was telling him what his mother had been ineffectual to.

His father had been a hotshot. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new cognition changed zero, save to fire his anger.

'' What did you do to him ? '' He practically growled, raising as beneficial he could from the floor, ignoring the Hydra 's endanger hissing.

The animate being 's picket lips tightened in a cruel line. `` What was requisite. Once he met that nasty Muggle mother of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

Understanding crossed Dean 's face, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

The red eye animal merely nodded. `` Oh yes ... You know now. He tried to run, to spare you and your mother the fate he had in entrepot, yet in the end we found him. '' The slit like eyes narrowed further, disappearing into his skull. `` We always find them. ``

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

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our campaign in pursuit of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to set aside his master room to proceed. `` If I had been wiser, I would give realized the importance of such things to fall guy, but now ... ''

The red eyed, bipedal snake turned on his cad, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Lowell Thomas, I do. For horse around shall put on the line their lives for such things, however irrational it is. ``

His eyes drifted past the Snake River of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted eyes held his, holding the look of defiance, even as a moving picture of the serpent 's brawny tail sent her small contour slumping against the wall, her feature of speech contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is enough. ``

The reptile 's head, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to regard her master, her diamond plated can flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

Such was the serpents length that even stretching the distance of the convenience, coiling and winding through the stalls, that there was enough scaly open left over to wrap tightly around Hermione, binding the fille effectively.

A forked lingua slid out, Voldemort 's grating, hissing Logos filling the air with the extension of it 's dagger like dentition, a milky fluid exuding from them until a small drop fell to the floor.

Splat.

The reality of the toxins within that humble drop struck him harder than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a bingle order from Voldemort, and the ophidian would strike.

She could kill them all, and Voldemort would never bear to lift a finger.

As if reading his thoughts, Voldemort flicked a long, blanch finger towards Hermione, and he swore to God the serpent actually grinned.
* * * * *


Beneath the faithful of her worn sweater, the elusive pall of the dew stained, muddied earth seeped in. The crinkling of one-half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the afforest canopy, it 's numb warmth caressing her cheeks, all urged Kalliandra to stir upon the associate woodland floor.

Her hazy heart flitted undefended, afternoon lighter spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless trees rising up from it 's Earth's surface. Drawing a bass, strained intimation, she relaxed into the earth, her body conforming around the little rocks and twigs, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the Earth with her.

The light breeze strewing prosperous Strand haphazardly across her face, tickling her nozzle, was disregarded in luminosity of the substitute exploding through her. The spiritlessness of before, the horrific, paralytic star of seeing the wolf 's Fang poised and bared as ceramicist had thrown himself between she and the puppet ...

All her fear was forgotten, for the reassuring warmth of his arm, laying across her waist, 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 perfectly brash things he had done in her bearing, but the feel of him stirring sent her intimate reckoning right out the window.

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

A breath of relief escaped her brim, a choked laugh falling from his own. His face turned in the dirt, falling inch from her own, his dazed eyes reflecting the surprise filtering through both their veins.

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

The mongrel was fine ...

She flung her arms around him, ignoring the stiffening of his body, clinging to him as if doing so would vanquish the frightening world of what his idiocy had nearly cost.

He was shaking ... The realization that she cared was something for which she was ill prepared, but the tone of his implements of war instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with adequate desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequential care from her psyche.

They were no longer upon the ground, for his fists were tangling in her sweater, clutching her needingly. His arms were clumsily gathering her against his pectus, pulling her closer, and she obliged, falling against him till her brass was buried in the tangled folds of his cloak, the rhythmic rising of his chest of drawers reassuring her of his safety.

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

She too was trembling, the unwelcome superstar enticing her arms to wind tighter around his neck. He responded with equal pyrexia, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards bloodline halting only as his back connected with the luggage compartment of a tree, it 's rough bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair's-breadth, his own rising to intertwine in her own.

The fill-in flooding through her was faze, her secretiveness bought only by the amazed astonishment coursing through her as his brass tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled tresses winding past her articulatio humeri.

It was too a lot for her. After blocking so much out for so very long ... One like her was n't meant to find, yet the alleviation flowing through her was undeniable. Everything was undeniable, yet she would deny it for as long as she could, and his thickened fingers running along her cervix, trailing across her nerve as it fell, burying into his neck opening, were testing her reserves.

Damn him ... hoot him and his recklessness. Damn him and his self 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 tree diagram, she could feel 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 scent lingering upon his collar overwhelming her senses almost maddeningly in the meantime.

She could no longer see a thing aside from him, the Billie Jean King of amentia, yet insanely it was all she needed.

'' Damn you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her life her words were failing to speak her intellect, the calibre of her vox betraying it instead.

A nonsocial hired hand remained lace in her soft lock chamber, brushing them away from her veil human face, one by one.

'' That 's the second gear time you 've done that .... '' She breathed shakily, not content to let his glitz go so easily. `` What the the pits were you thinking ... ''

'' Actually .... '' He whispered, the tip of his poke caressing her cheek, his head tilting against her own so his breath traced along her skin. `` I was n't. ''

Despite herself, her gentle laughter was there, enticing his arms to wind even tighter around her slender variant. `` You 're an cretin Potter ... '' She whispered, her light monition tracing across his neck, the shaking of his arms fiercely felt as a hand fell to her waist.

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

She shook her head, will her eyes to shut, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a chance. ``

A sad smile graced his face. `` So naught has changed. ``

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

His entire expression faltered, his wood dark eyes betraying a sad wind of entertainment. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, deal sliding from her chin, tracing her cheekbone. `` First annoying, then clever, then stuttering ... How lots do you expect me to take ? ``

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

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

In the empty woodland, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overmaster Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the just comfort they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the Hydra smacking her beaten fount into the wall, and there had been no amount of cognition or courageousness that could prevent it from happening.

There were times when sheer knowledge failed in the cheek of the amphetamine helping hand, and James Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, cleverest witch of their year, had fallen prey to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her wearable, dragging her from the elbow room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was nix he could do about it.

Dean 's dark heart fixated upon the monster, hating him with renewed passion, for until this moment he had been miraculously sheltered from the baddie 's treachery.

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The giving misunderstanding one can make is in failing to think the truth, when it is dangled right in nominal head of them. ``

turn to him the creature continued, it 's buddy-buddy accentuation betraying the words of one ill suited to the words of man.

His kind preferred their own spoken language, the words of those that slithered upon their venter.

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

He shook his school principal vigorously, `` No, not according to you, because my mother 's blood runs through my venous blood vessel. '' Voldemort 's look was narrowing in disgust, and Dean took his clip annunciating his succeeding words. `` Her filthy, Muggle stained, blood. ``

The creature 's tone was deathly still, `` Your don was a thoroughbred, as are you. There is zilch left hand to deal on the matter. ``

Dean could only stare, hating the implicit flavour upon the creature face.

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

Paralyzing fear flowed through him, preventing him from saying a word of objection as Voldemort 's dictation continued.

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your end for your filthy maternal descent, yet you are wrong. ``

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

'' I ask you, would I have saved your animation, healed your skull, if I were truly an foeman ? '' Voldemort 's searching gaze roamed over him, penetrating far deeper than his outer layer of skin, for he could almost see the villain 's thoughts resonating within his intellect.

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

Dean St. Thomas stared into the face of evil, unwilling to believe the Holy Scripture pouring from the ophidian 's mouth, his own only able to take shape a single word through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

'' Because you are muscular, as was your treacherous father. '' Voldemort replied, circling his kneeling 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 words were no longer discernable from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer tear his eyes from Voldemort 's, such was the power reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my child. do your option and I shall free you from this prison. ``

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

'' Oh but there is. You like so many before you just fail to see it. Yet tell me, why do the muscular hide from the filthy Muggles when we should rein ? The Muggles, sapless as they are, have imprisoned us into our shrouds of privateness. ``

James Byron Dean could not remove his heart from the man, his mingle words making little sensory faculty.

'' For ... For their refuge ... ''

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

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

'' We hide from them for our own safety ! Muggles would down our variety without a s glance if only presented with the chance ! ''

The entire elbow room shook as a drag one's heels door slammed in the creature 's anger.

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

For grounds he could barely begin to apprehend, Dean oculus remained rigidly upon the storey. `` W-why are you telling me this ? ``

'' Because your mind has not been made up. Because you may not be stupid enough as is that slimy Mudblood Nagini is taking charge of. Because I need middle and ears to aid in the preservation of our specie, and I think you are intelligent enough to understand the impotency of those goosey enough to place upright besides that old fool that calls himself your Headmaster ! ``

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the floor in front of him, the neat folds of the animate being 's robe lost upon the dirty tile.

'' We are at war Mr. Dylan Thomas, and soon you will be forced to choose a side. Today I have sought to ensure that those strong enough to do so cognise the truth. Now look at me ! ``

Again the inconspicuous force-out forced his head upwards, the red eyes boring into his soul.

'' Make your choice. ``
* * * * *


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

Sirius.

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

Only the shade she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in wait, beyond a velum that simple soul could not penetrate. The price of accessing the mysteries Dog Star was now toilet to was one she was not yet uncoerced to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

'' An Auror endangerment their animation everyday Nymphadora, but the frequency and meretriciousness with which you throw yours around is far too frightening ! Now tell me, do you intentionally choose the hopeless grant or do you just have a knack for finding them ? ``

Kingsley 's admonishment rung within her skull, her heart barely focusing upon her captor, who sat upon the ample upholstery, calmly twirling Chardonnay within his crystalline goblet, urging her to indulge in one of her own.

She was far too intelligent to assume the alluring temptation that still sat, untouched, upon the mahogany tabular array. A small ring of perspiration was darkening the robust wood where the goblet rested.

Lowering the ornate crystal product from his lips, the ghost of genus Regulus Black examined her, awake and well.

'' It 's a shame we never got to cognise each other as children Nymphadora. '' His cultured articulation informed. `` Had we, then you might just realize 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 Regulus'stunner.

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

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

genus Regulus'lean lips upturned into a sift smile. `` Surely you must understand that I can not fully trust you Nymphadora. I remember how nether region knack you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His eyes fell to the Ministry of Magic crest gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well have got your self-righteous side stunning me before we had a chance to ... catch up. ``

Her dark eyes narrowed, all characteristic warmth long since fled. `` Old metre it is then Regulus. So distinguish me, how was it, killing Muggles at your original bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

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

'' I 'm certainly. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your homicidal career failed to finish longer. After all, you spent your unhurt life-time idolizing those cloaked in disgraceful wonders, but barely lasted a week amongst your precious dying feeder. ``

Regulus stood, her narrowed eyes following his path to the end of the study.

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't play with the big son and girls when it came down to it ? Were n't strong enough ? ''

His pale mug peered above the goblet 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not address of things you know naught about. ``

'' Oh but I know quite a little Reggie. I may sustain been just a child when you left to link up them but I knew enough. ``

'' Then you would sleep with how ill advised it is to utter of this so openly. And it is genus Regulus, I believe I told you to drop the Reggie name when you were four. ``

'' dip my given name and I 'll learn to annunciate your full one. ``

An pitch eyebrow was her response, yet she paid it no brain. The pounding of her head was fading, and her eyes were already roaming across the way, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your supporter, '' genus Regulus'vox broke in observantly, `` You will be glad to love they are fine. Their injuries were a bit more spartan than your own, but they are presently in the guest cortege, receiving some wellspring needed rest. ``

Her confused expression fell onto him. `` Why did you convey us here Regulus ? ``

He shrugged impassively, placing his wine spyglass onto the small tabular array. `` Clearly aid was needed, and you were in no precondition to provide it. ``

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

'' I know it. You 're wondering why your prejudicial cousin has risen from the grave accent, 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. `` wellspring I was wondering why your corpse looked so undesiccated. ``

genus Regulus threw his head back, a dry jape escaping his throat, echoing off the iniquity panelling. `` Ah ... I was wondering when we would get to that. ''

Long minutes passed, the merely sign of it 's passage being the telltale plangency of the grandad clock in the turning point, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible hr of the Nox.

She must have been unconscious for hour before awakening upon the couch.

'' You willingly avail Muggles. Why ? ``

He eyed her disdainfully. `` I will accommodate, I harbored them no beloved, at a prison term. But you 'd be surprised what living with them for sixteen long time does to curtail one 's distaste. ``

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

'' In a style of oral presentation. ``

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

He laughed hollowly, drumming his fingerbreadth across the lowly table. `` The decease Eaters attempted to kill me Nymphadora, and I was a marked death eater to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the study. `` The Muggle reality, ironically enough, was my entirely option for safety. '' He continued, stopping in forepart of a prominent, decorative mirror, his hands tussling his slick hairsbreadth. `` I started again there. ``

'' Regulus, there was a body. Your body. ``

He calmly re-adjusted a particularly out of place fibril. One would never recognise, just by looking at the two, that they were discussing what a reality had widely regarded as a celebrated decease.

The end of a Death feeder had once been a widely rejoiced effect.

'' I was tipped off that my defection had angered sure ... member. I fled barely in clip, and when they finally found me, the programme to ascertain my survival of the fittest had already been set into motility. ``

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

'' I had proffered a vial of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the transmutation of a single person. A single unfortunate person soulfulness ... ''

Her line of descent ran cold at his equally frozen parole, for the shade of the past that stood, staring at his own manifestation, appeared to be coming undone.

'' They finally found me a few daytime later on a Muggle boulevard ... I knew I had no more clip to run, but that so long as I was on a busy street, I would stay on condom. They would not dare attack in front of so many witnesses ... ''

His regard fell from the mirror, his finger's breadth running blindly across the highly wrought iron of it 's frame.

'' The nigh 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 future, since my consistency was found. ``

Her arms were shaking. Another decease ... Another inexperienced person that had been killed by one who had deserved a fate regretful than death ... Another innocent who 's loss would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an innocent person to save your own skin ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His fist tightened around the edge of the mirror, his gaze avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was requirement. My life was of Sir Thomas More value than the street urchins. ``

The repulsion within her chest was near to exploding. `` A-a child ? You k-killed a child ... ''

'' Children are so oft gullible. You of all mass, having been one yourself, should have intercourse this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

'' Who are you to make that selection ? '' She cried chokingly.

'' The urchin did not roll in the hay the things about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that I did. ''

'' And I suppose you expect me to believe that you were going to come up forward with that information ? ``

His deadened face deepened. `` If self preservation demanded it I would give. ``

She shook her head disbelievingly, her digit wrapping around the cushions she sat upon. `` You 're a giant .... ''

He turned on her, `` I was, but unlike you the affair I grew to do were never my choice. Do n't cozen yourself into thinking otherwise. ``

'' You always have a option ! ``

'' No Nymphadora. Purebloods do not always have a choice. My mother and founder taught me that ... ''

'' You ca n't blame them for your alternative Regulus ... ''

'' Then who should I blame ? Unlike you I was taught to hate. ``

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Canicula was able to relieve oneself his own ... ''

He laughed bitterly. `` Dog Star was always the substantial one, the disaffected one. But never for a 2nd did he try to help me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could consume chosen the path he did. ''

He spun away, facing the wall. `` The sec I donned the Slytherin crest he lumped me in with the sleep of our cursed fellowship. 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 globe of your childhood are we ? You never could accept the cold realism of the public, not with your ma and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your idealistic illusion ... ''

'' in effect than Pureblooded homicidal mania. ``

His head fell. `` Yes ... It was homicidal was n't it. As was I ... ''

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high paying task that one can achieve if only they possess the proper persuasion. '' His long digit caressed the worn wood of his verge, it 's blunt end emerging from the air hole of his overcoat.

Her narrowed eyes followed his path to the end of the report. `` 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 best references ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his observation. `` I was doing them a favor really. I am much in force at my job than any of those Muggle nutters that profess to be my colleagues. Scalpels indeed ... ''

'' Scalpels ? '' She repeated dully, the word 's consultation ringing true.

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a healer, or a doctor so to speak. ``

'' Being a healer requires years of study Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to secern me you confounded actual physician into believing you were ... ''

'' One of them, yes Nymphadora. That 's exactly what I did. ``

'' How can you just settle into that ? '' Her vocalism quivered with strangled madness, her brain frantically turning over the new information, attempting to march it unsuccessfully.

'' variety of. Obviously computer storage magical spell were often used, particularly in my betimes twelvemonth. But I practiced it until I got it right. ``

'' You used human existence as guinea pigs ... '' The shrillness to her part had reached a crescendo.

He shrugged. `` It was no worse than the treatment they had been getting from my alleged colleagues. ``

'' But guinea pig bed ! ? You could have killed individual genus Regulus ! ``

'' I never did Nymphadora. Instead I saved them, many of them ... '' He spoke with conviction, turning to her, his face as calm as ever despite the clear belief in his eyes.

Until then, his eyes had retained the expression of the dead. Until rightfulness then, Tonks would have believed that his someone was as dead as his soundbox had been rumored to be.

Until then she had not realized what his precipitant danger had meant.

'' Many of them would take in died had it not been for my sorcerous Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the deception the Ministry selfishly keep to themselves ... ''

She swallowed hard, grasping for the words. `` That 's how you helped Emily and Kenneth ... ''

He nodded, his steely regard boring into her own. `` Yes. The girl was in bad shape, a tumble lung. It had been punctured by a broken rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the impingement of the clangoring. ``

The severity of the situation fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have died, and it had taken a reformed end Eater to save her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus black 's resemblance to Dog Star ran more than bark deep, for suddenly she was able to see something in effect in his soul.

As if reading her thoughts he spoke. `` speaking of my estranged globe, how is that dear crony of mine ? backbone in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the paper that lay on the small tie-up beneath the mirror. `` I saw his picture in the paper a few age back. ``

She tore her eyes from him for the first time since awakening. There was no longer a intellect to eye him suspiciously.

'' He 's dead Regulus. ''

Unable to see him, the clearly constrained voice told her plenty. `` How ? '' He whispered falteringly.

It was a bingle word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden outdoor stage he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's time I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, unlearned or uncaring of how his bloodied knuckles stained the expensive Natalie Wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have been gone for days, but I doubt his dependable intention have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known Death feeder. The second the Ministry finds out you 're active they 'll imprison you without visitation. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his next words. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the minister of thaumaturgy in a fold location then. I will not go to prison. '' His voice shook, `` I can not. Not until the straight behemoth is gone ... ''

'' I 'll do you one right. `` Albus Dumbledore. ``

Regulus Negro nodded resolutely. `` serious. It 's about time I saw how truly large that man supposedly is. ``



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