* * * * *


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

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the sherd, his judgment fell curiously space for the first metre in what felt millennium.

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

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

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

She was being as cautious as him, despite the rebuff sway to her stature.

Snap.

Another screw thread of the roach broke exempt, it 's departure masked by her sudden, purposeful coughing.

Her pass fell forward, her coughing lingering long enough to look genuine, and her favorable, tangled whorl came cascading down, falling over her eyes, veiling her saying from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering strand, glinting in the dull afternoon glow, as well as her watery eyeball, remained visible, as well as her spring wrist joint, white and torn from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her.

He would never again lay a finger upon anyone.

Harry ceramist had a few iniquity spells he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

'' How much longer do you think it 'll be till he finishes questioning the small town Antonin ? ``

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

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

Dolohov kicked the level, sending shattered glass skittering across James Dean 's fallen form. `` We will be here and gone before those soft touch catch flatus of this. Besides, these affair are delicate matters ... ''

questioning ? His capitulum listened, silently taking it all in. Besides him Kalliandra appeared to be doing the same, while Luna shifted the glass shards on the base 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 lead them back ourselves ? ``

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

The discussion ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

Her oculus had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the background beyond, limpid fervency boiling beyond their depths. Lifting his own he followed her gaze to where Ludo commercial traveller stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his confusion upon her, noticing her chest 's rhythmic ascent as her breaths came quicker, rich, faster ...

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

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

It was chilling.

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

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her middle fell shut, her fists opening and closing on thin air. `` You 're bleeding ceramicist, are you all right ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

Minutes passed, before delicate lid flickered out-of-doors, her eyes alight with an aberrant glow.

'' Good. '' She murmured. `` Because I can only have 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 energy reverberating from him drew her nearer, an eternity exit before she was able to forcibly draw away.

His confusion radiated in startling measure, but he would understand soon enough.

They would all understand ...

She would not divagate near him again, for her world was moving unnaturally deadening, as if the result occurring around her were illusory, momentary icon from horrible dreams that would surely vanish with a waft of merciful awareness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her bound men rose from her lap, tracing the tender line of her jaw, feeling her cooling skin. Somewhere, amidst the fighting, she had fallen, shoved away by doyen. The dried vilification of blood along her cheek gave evidence to that.

She could experience the hotness radiating from Dean 's limp form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small girl 's digit had curled around fallen glob of her bloodied, root out tomentum, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold onto, something square and tangible to establish the afflictions had been rattling.

They had ...

Her optic fell willfully shut once more, immersing herself in the passive oblivion of iniquity, where no demons save her own reigned.

The memories of a resurrected Nox, long due revenge, beckoned.

A limp hand lay splayed across the battlefront 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 muddy H2O licking at her nose ...

The tingling began softly, like a light feathering performing across her peel, traversing it 's way upwards, inwards ...

It was their lineage swirling within the pool ... .Sean 's space eyes staring back ...

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

A boyish face appeared above her, fellow feeling in his oceanic eyes. `` I 'm awfully good-for-nothing about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eye shut ever tighter, involuntarily quiver traveling through her, the heady pressure in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled waves outwards.

The humans was taking on a hotter lineament, every nerve burning with fiery intensity as she began reaching, feeling ...

The acrid presence of Ludovic Bagman filled her, and she began drawing.

Her design was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cubicle were multiplying with horrendous measure. She could almost experience them, enticing her breath to come in acuate, pained gasp. The gentle tickling of anterior, the feel of static lightly traversing across her cutis, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of ungoverned energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very clamber like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

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

Pained eyes flickered overt upon the populace, reflecting the light as only she could see it. For the favorable mist swirled throughout the way in thick, stifling electron cloud, sending fiery chills searing through the hollow scale of what she had once been.

The particles danced, shining from all that was awake, emitting softly from all that was dead, as energy must do. The human eye had always been blind to the subtler forms of it 's majestic concert dance, but it was a saltation to which she was privy.

It was her curse.

She did not revere it, nor did she embrace it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the palpable shivering to fulfil her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His presence filled her.

The hot particles upon the once barely discernerable breeze vibrated, the golden mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a close down electric circuit between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged atom to trip the light fantastic within the rhythm of her domain.

Fiery frigidity, soothing pain ... Such were the sensations of burning, and all it 's conflicting ambiance.

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

Besides her, drawing her concerted concentration from the heavy humans of her mind, she noticed potter inspiration, taking advantage of the small distraction her expend energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could have chosen to assail the other end Eater, but it had to be him.

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

He had not lifted a finger.

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

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

But Ludovic first.

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

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

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

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

Everything that had occurred, had taken home within a poorly closed circuit. Now the white hot yarn of Energy Department, the one that had vibrated so densely between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneel one, leaving her no option preserve to plunge it 's sudden release with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Her eyes flicked open as the force of it hit her, revealing twinkle, cloudy hues of golden light dancing around her, fading away as the shroud of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


'' control stick with the battalion, go astray and we will toss off you ourselves. sidekick or not. ``

The mob leader 's language reverberated inside the Wolf 's pounding skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory weed, the towner 's cruor teasing the battalion, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the large number controlled it, tramping as one across the outer boundary of what had once been the prototype of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirts of the timberland, taking covering fire in the forest 's fantasm. Here the pack would fight back the stragglers, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their project was complete.

The wolf pawed the background with overt savagery, the brute 's furor at being deprived it 's target apparent to the senior accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the parole of the pack into it 's aching mind, for the tempting allure of the towner 's blood, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the dogtooth to turn a loss itself.

It needed to feed.

The keep company wolf, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the rough-cut bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the wolf 's fell was coated in the heavy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's torn skin, the fresh binge of it 's transformation still apparent, for a werewolf was nimble to transform, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

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

He was Remus lupin, ally of those within the township 's wall, the walls sheltering beneath the very Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree boughs he and the other lycanthrope hid below.

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

The animal enigma was intelligent in a way he could only dream of, for where generations of healer had failed in discerning the chemical mechanism of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's barbarous power into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the verge of Hogsmeade, seemingly gear up to attack, he had been surprised. For their orders were not to kill, maim, or bruise the township 's denizen in any way. They were merely to shape a guard around the township 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupants remained within it 's bulwark for a time.

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

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

But all his suppositions vanished as the scent of lineage wafted upon a stale breeze.

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the dentition of the other creature of the night, the senior, digging into his pelt, the only affair preventing him from running into town to run his quarry.
* * * * *


The boneheaded cloud was barely discernible, yet it pulsated around him, bearing down, stifling him as if an electric shock were coursing drop him.

He felt numb, unable to make a motion, let alone recollect, properly. His head spun in a not unfamiliar way, and despite this, Harry knew where he had felt the same sensation.

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only give you a here and now ''

It was her. She had whispered those words only seconds before. She had done it before, and she was doing it again, and though he did not know how, every character of him make out it to be true.

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only apply him a moment ... A bit of distraction. A single chance to take up them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The heady pressure increasing around him, over-powering any surely sense of equipoise, he forced his sleeve to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed movement as Dolohov 's doped eye fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's build, as the former Ministry Official disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pathos, all his energy fixated on the someone task of catapulting to his animal foot, then twisting until the baton so precariously gripped within his bound hand was pointed towards the remaining Death eater.

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

The shadow curse.

A destruction Eater deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's heart as the hold up fledglings of sanity were stolen, but the curse left Dolohov 's large flesh withering upon the reason, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied clod of hair's-breadth from his scalp.

The rash air pressure lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy chassis vanishing with a breather, and Harry fell to his knees, breathing deeply, watching in grim satisfaction as one by one, memory board after memory, fled from Dolohov 's twisted, scarred mind.

The decease Eater would be unable to call back even his own name once the swearword had run it 's course.

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

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


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

The car door slammed behind him, his daughter 's lowly form curled up on the passenger English 's floor, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his frozen hand, his mind was assaulted. Every iniquitous retentiveness of the past tense workweek, of his life, slammed into his knowingness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his little girl kept him sane. He needed to stay stiff for her.

The hospital doorway slid open, the meth paneling revealing his Rider Haggard reflection. At the end of the guarded hall, lined with security, awaited the morgue.

identification of the body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysterical crying drew his eye through the rainwater coated windshield to where Tonks stood, a look of pure alarm on her normally fond face. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the sceptre he could not see.

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

She landed in the skunk, her vertebral column to the world, arms stretched upwards in front of her soaked eubstance, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thickly onset. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible weightiness, one that would wear down upon her if she faltered, one that would oppress her and then hail for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their revival attempts at the home they had taken him to. He had seen the bluish tint to her once lively lips ...

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

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

Without warning, without a exclusive sign, the car lurched violently, halting as a resonating thud reverberated throughout the hood of the vehicle.

The deafening sound startled him more than his daughter 's cries, more than the sound of his cartilage breaking as his olfactory organ collided with the steering steering wheel, for a expectant prick had formed in the hood, the glass of the windshield fracture, splintering out until a network of spider network formed across it ...

As the sterile canvas was pulled back, he knew none of it could prepare one for seeing the lifeless soundbox of the beloved of their lifespan for a s time.

The first metre had nearly killed him ...

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

Something unseeable had collided with their car ....

The feel of blood line trickling down his face, falling upon his white knuckled hands, which remained firmly clutched around the frigidness, opprobrious steering wheel, had drawn him back.

As did Tonks'imperfect yell from where she lay, scrambling in the mud like a terrified fauna seeking escape.

'' Emily continue here ! '' He commanded, tossing the door heart-to-heart, bracing himself for the pelting and desperation he somehow knew to be coming.

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

She was scrambling to her human foot, 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 altogether face changing, moving in ways a nerve should not move ...

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

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

Only her arms remained rigid, for she was refusing to act them, not even for an moment to stand ...

hang over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the side of the car, it 's headlight blazing a superb track of light into the blackening, storm-shrouded day.

As he weakly tried to stand, yanking on the bottom door of the vehicle, shoving Tonks'protesting form inside while she held her verge out, he finally saw it.

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

A vast, looming tincture, flanked by many, many Thomas More, were surrounding them.

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

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

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


He froze.

Harry potter, a true Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The daze of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into explanation, save for what lay redress before him.

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

There were other frequenter scattered, unconscious or worse across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the tour to loosen the remaining binding, wiggling his parentage encrusted workforce until the ropes slid to the methamphetamine strewn level. He dropped to his knees, reaching to sweep her rakehell stained lock chamber aside, when a shaken, yet commanding vocalisation, halted him.

kneeling besides her, Harry stared falloff jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his feet, a black bruise encircling the English of his face.

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

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

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

'' Why hullo Ronald. I was wondering when you 'd stop pretending. ``

Ron 's middle flickered to Luna 's for the briefest of seconds, before his wand shaft out, fixated upon his quarry.

'' So how retentive have you been awake Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. Her take a hop men began fiddling with her filth strewn fuzz, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere cuss to be dealt with.

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

Luna was moving to where Ron still stood, staring at Kaylens as if she were Prince of Darkness incarnate. `` wellspring Ronald, would you mind undoing these for me ? '' She articulated, extending her wrists to him expectantly. `` Harry 's the only former one with a baton and he seems a bit lost. ``

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

Luna smiled happily, flexing her wrists testingly at eye horizontal surface, as Ron took a stone's throw forward.

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

Harry 's muddiness regarding Ron 's sudden show was routed by the serious formula across the redhead 's freckled face. At a loss for account, he turned back to the little girl before him, laying his hand upon her brow, feeling her cool cutis beneath his own as Ron 's toxicant stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritone horn, for a gentle tingling was radiating onto him, running across his open palm where his skin fell onto her own, as if small bits of unchanging electricity were passing between them.

His fingers trailed down her face, a piano moan escaping her lips, drawing her shallow breaths into stark contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's Christian Bible, his eye 's drifted from her to where Dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned table that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get assistance ... '' Along the walls the skimp others present were watching with bat breathing space. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

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

Hermione let out a mute protest, and Ron 's eyes 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 booster meant Kaylens injury. He was deluded. Grim 's were omens of death. A living, breathing, sentient being could not be one.

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

'' Ron smell, we do n't cause time for this. There are other destruction Eaters in Town and we do n't feature sentence ... ''

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

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

backside him another unhappy murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

Luna now hovered over a quietly muttering Dolohov, sending thick ropes coiling around his weapon system and legs. And as Harry watched her, he noticed one of the non-student patrons inching away from where they stood, her panicked face fixated on Kaylens as well.

His center narrowed. `` Would person kindly assure me what 's going on here ? ``

'' But she ca n't be ... He thinks she a Reach but she ca n't be .... '' Hermione stated weakly, her small form barely supported by Neville.

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

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

'' When the need to down people. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my broom Bagman is dead, Harry. That thing ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his wand. `` Did it ! ``

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

'' She could bear 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 homo. '' He declared. `` She 's not even a witch ! All she is, is an muscularity draining parasite that would kill her own mother if she had the chance ! That 's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in contact with one Dy ! Meeting one is like seeing your own ... ''

'' Death ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His head hurt. Ron being alert, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too a good deal to action. `` Ron if she had wanted to toss off us, do n't you think she already would have ? ``

Ron 's locution faltered, long enough for Harry to bed that the Truth of his intelligence had sunk in.

'' But she ca n't be a stretch ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the lack of certainty. `` Remember chronicle of Magic, the unusual species unit ? You know with Veelas and vampire ? thing like that ? We covered Reaches, and a ambit ca n't do illusion ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do trick in class ... ''

Ron snorted, a smug expression crossing his expression. `` 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 brain churned, searching for something to refute the statement, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate Professor Gai and bedaze somebody ....

In Dumbledore 's office she had n't even get through for her wand .... She had n't even tried to defend herself ....

My God ...

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

Ron 's hardened expression did not soften, but his wand arm fell `` Fine. But remember who 's mind this was Harry. Grim 's are supposed to be killed on mass. So you can contend with the Ministry. Not. Me. ``

Killed on slew ....

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

Yet looking at Ron 's expressionless face, he knew it to be true. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry. Ron had grown up in the wizarding earthly concern. Ron knew all of it 's prejudices, even agreed with some. Hell, Ron had been afraid of Lupin upon first finding out had n't he ?

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

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

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

Kaylens had killed mortal ... His center flew to where Bagman had fallen, only to watch Ron traverse his way there, as if in tedious motion, bending down, taking a heartbeat ...

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

Bagman was dead.

My God she really did ...

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

Golden eyes were staring back, a panicked expression across her pale, bust stained face.
* * * * *


The car room access slammed behind him, the rain having left the leather Department of the Interior drenched with pooling rainwater droplets, and as his infantry met the gas, he marveled at how the barely conscious Auror still held her wand high, aimed out the window, quietly muttering about a man named Lupie.

'' pappa ... pa .... ''

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

Tonks was leaning between the front seats, aiming her wand through the ever widening crack in the windshield, screaming as he stabbed violently at the defroster.

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

Hydroplaning on the slick magazine soil the car spun. Cranking the wheel into the turn of events the spin slowed until it was under his control, and they were on the road, driving, sobbing, shaking.

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


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

seeing Kaylens torn expression he rounded on Ron.

'' You were going to shoot down her ? '' He shouted furiously, putting the firearm together. The way Ron had pulled his verge on her, the uncharacteristic, hardened formula ...

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his intact body. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, vocalisation quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their small-minded bias against everything and everyone through that ridiculous Daily oracle and it 's ridiculous laws, but you were pillock enough to actually consider listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

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

Harry was angered for reasons he could not begin to understand. `` What 's the subject Ron ? '' He shot out. `` You had no problem talking when you were proclaiming her inhuman a few seconds ago, yet now ca n't reply a dewy-eyed question. 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 expression giving way to one of sheer astonishment as their oculus locked.

'' It 's okay ... '' He mouthed, incompetent 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 receive a death time dangling over his own head.

Suddenly every hostile action, every cruel password that had passed between them made gross sense.

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her anger at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a loup-garou, another hated mintage with legal philosophy ruling their kinds life-time ...

His ire at Ron 's actions boiled over.

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

Ron 's oculus, glued to the base, refused to look up. `` I ... I had n't thought that far ahead ... ''

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

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

'' Ronald stop it ! ''

All eyes darted to the minor brunette in the chair.

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

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

'' tribute from what ? '' Hermione queried. `` Anyone with a wand is dangerous, just because she 's different does n't have in mind 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 feeder. Do you really think he would receive shown any to us ? ``

The red oral sex scoffed. `` This is traveling salesman were talking about ... ''

'' He would n't consume. ``

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

'' Ludovic roadman was his gens yes ? '' It was more of a statement than a question, and he let it remain in the air as he quickly unbound her coat of arms for her.

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her arms where the peel had torn, bit of dark cruor flaking off, floating to the rubble strewn floor.

'' How could you cognize that, murderer ? '' Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His cognizance was focused upon her reaction, upon the slight shaking outset in her left arm, the stiffening of her neck, the balling of her fists ...

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

'' Because Ludovic did not exhibit any clemency to my family. '' She responded softly, hauntingly. `` That is all you need to cognise. ''

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

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without thinking, but Ron was not fierce.
Not only were there demise feeder to deal with on the exterior, he realized, ones they would have got to deal with eventually, but they now had to deal with interior enemies.

Ones skilled in the imperious scourge ...

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


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

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

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly verbalise truths, resonated within the confines of her idea. Her eyelid finally flickered shut, seeking momentary hiatus as the pungent scent of scorching lumber rose from the dark niche of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not feel as it ought. nada could have prepared her for the cold intuitive feeling of emptiness rotting away inside.

She felt empty-bellied inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed revenge, would be enough to shove her over the last crevice into the unreachable claws of cruelty.

For the living of her she could not summon 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 being she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first fiend had strode into her menage, extinguishing the wicks of life burning upon her brother and grandma 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the Truth, for the tragedy in her young life had not been enough. The be sick deity governing existence had not yet had their fill of her pain, her brokenheartedness ...

The scent of deep ash once again filled her nostrils, the painful realization that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the priming coat, intermingling with her remaining pal 's ...

The nuisance her body now felt paled in comparison to the pain sensation of what she had done. The lengths she had gone to survive that night ...

The botheration pouring unverbalized from her lips was silenced as another vox rose up, saturated with the hate she felt burning within herself.

Potter ...

'' 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 deal encircling her carpus, tugging her, forcing her to move until she was positioned directly behind him.

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

His aid was elsewhere, fixated upon a prematurely gray-haired haired fair sex sitting cheeseparing to the door.

It took her a moment to agnise that the Weasel had already been stunned, and that his cause furiousness was on her behalf.

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

Confused she allowed herself to be led forward by Potter, closer to the irritated fair sex, whose center no longer quite met their own. `` So ... '' He continued. `` Is it because you 're just another mastermind washed Ministry instrument, or does your drawing card closely resemble a snake ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' The finish clip I checked the use of Unforgivables was a crime as well. '' He countered, slipping his finger into her own reassuringly. `` So why did you use it on a 16 yr old star ? ``

'' And as Ministry official, Leanne, surely you know that the use of an unforgivable on an Underaged whiz merits a long condemnation in Azkaban. '' The former 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 have taught you well enough to stay put away. ``

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

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

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

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

'' No ... '' She called, emerging from beneath the drapery. `` Just a feeling 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 ridiculous schoolhouse of yours ... ''

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

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

The woman was beginning to expect like a cornered animal. `` I have every rightfulness to do so ! That thing is a monster ... ''

She internally cringed at the words 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 affair ! Why I never .... ''

'' You ungrateful wench ! '' Interrupted Weasley. `` They both helped save you 're ridiculous hind end and all you can do is holler at them ! How make bold you ! ``

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening roar of Potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to wipe out the charwoman 's memory at once sent the skirt 's head snapping back into the rampart, her middle dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the relaxation of his countersign, for she had broken away from thrower 's grip, dropping besides Dean 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


No sooner had Kaylens released his hand than Amarante turned his verge on the remaining conscious frequenter. `` Sorry dearest but .... Obliviate ! ''

Hermione 's decisive face as Amarante finished putting the patron to slumber was answered with an air of apology.

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

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

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

Luna 's question was met by five mixed-up gazes. Only then did Harry realise that she had not been merely milling around the entire time, but that she had been checking the other patron to see if they were alright.

Her question did not seem to set well with him, nor Neville apparently.

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

Luna 's mouth opened, but Ron cut her off. `` No Neville ... It 's not ... Think about it, why would Death eater even bother attacking if it were not to kill ? All of us are alive, and they are n't that incompetent. I thought for certainly my number was up when that green cuss hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can tell you that much. ''

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

He nodded. `` It 's o.k. Ron. ``

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

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

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

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

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the sound of those give-and-take.

'' 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 field out of here ... ''

Luna 's regard was drifting towards the keister exit. `` Our best shot is the woods. ''

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

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

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

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

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their heads.

'' I ca n't condone allowing a teen to put themselves in injury way. '' Amarante stated flatly, all hint of lightness gone from his voice.

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

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

She cut him off.

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

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

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

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

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

Her shoulders visibly stiffened, a flash of wrath passage within her optic. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you want to argue or help your friend ? ``

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

Harry interrupted them before it could escalate farther. `` We have to go. No Thomas More fourth dimension for discussion. ''

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

Her vocalism was firm, brace, a steely flicker in her eye as she tore her eye away from her fallen friend. `` He needs help and he needs help soon. We need to proceed. ``

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

'' I 'll stay. '' Came Hermione 's voice, earning her a startled feeling from all political party. She shrugged sadly. `` For once I 'll admit that I ca n't do something. My ribs ... I 'm sure as shooting 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 chassis to fend for yourself at the moment. So someone else needs to stay behind. ``

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

'' I 'll bide. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as good of form as the rest period of you. I 'd have trouble outrunning them as well. ``

Ron 's centre 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 film Dean into the girl 's toilet facility. Well prop the back up door clear so if anyone does get back they 'll think we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his friend carefully, admiring the idea. `` And the rest of us will go out the men 's restroom window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and flush. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to clear it back to Hogwarts while Amarante blanket me ... ''

She let out a dissent, but a wave of his hand silenced her. `` You 're not going. End of give-and-take. ''

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

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his head decisively. `` We need a distraction, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to commit them one. I doubt the Death Eaters, orders to not kill or not, will be able to resist the prospect to give a go at me. Besides, you 're the more experienced magician, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky smile lit up his eyes. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the rachis. `` Death feeder target area practice. Looks like you 're not going to have all the fun after all there Harry. ``

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


Her skull ached.

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

Preferably a power hosiery.

Groaning she attempted to shift herself from the crevice between the back and straw man seats that her bum had fallen into, the blinding painful sensation in her articulatio humeri letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, pelting soaked leather of the endorse seat she took blood line of the situation, the tree ramification jutting through the figurehead windshield, ending where Emily 's head should have rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering testicle upon the floor mats.

Thank God Kenneth had forgotten about belting her in.

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

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

She nearly swore, bracing against the diametrical threshold and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the meth and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised fundament. The face of annoyance was taking over her face, droplets of water from her mousey pilus intermingling with her sweaty rupture droplets as she continued her violent, do-or-die outpouring, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the looking glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the splintering of the window giving way to century of glittering sherd flying amongst the fizz lights already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her sura barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic course slipped upon the slick wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the hooter, the blaring vibrations of it 's unceasing, exclusive noted blare shattering the afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the sound of the still groaning engine and the pounding rain.

reach over the rump she sent him slouching upon the door, the blood slicked cornet falling silent as his exercising weight fell away.

There was no need to allow the sound to attract any undesirable attention, for Dementors could make a motion fast, though a car could move faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the creature 's effects, slumping over the wheel, and how long the creatures had had to get to up the space between ...

She did not know the reply to any of these matter, and could not give the damage of drawing them near if they had made it to their vicinity.

The prexy 's nose was clearly broken, the cartilage sufficiently contorted to have allowed a free flow of descent 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 ice lolly flavored for the vampiric variety.

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

In the face of half a dozen Dementors Kenneth had managed to 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 stronger stuff than the most battle hardened of wizards.

Contorting herself as advantageously she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rain soaked ceiling for counterweight. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the window frame, and her palm tree slid from the cap, barely catching against the reduce tree trunk responsible for thwarting her premature sweat to spread the door, and somehow this steadied her.

One arm hanging limply at her slope she clambered to the ground in pelting soaked clothing, her onyx boots matching the ever-increasing iniquity of the sky.

Then her humankind lit up, a pair of headlights from the route turning to gleam blindingly onto them.

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

Sirius inkiness was silhouetted within them.



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'' No one is truly evil. They simply see things from a different point of survey. ``
~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


'' In the hanker history of bad ideas, this one is the worst ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the alley, the threshold of the Forbidden wood looming menacingly at him.

'' Look on the bright side. '' Potter grunted, releasing his hold on the windowsill, dropping onto the stain strewn ground. `` If there are dying eater out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

Weasley paled considerably, contrasting with the warms chromaticity cast about the alleyway by the sun 's dying light. The yr was growing late, and the early minute of the setting sun would perhaps aid he and Luna on their job of remaining unseen in the wood 's shadows.

Or at to the lowest degree Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange tree and inkiness socks appeared out the restroom window, and she dropped from the sill to the dusty background, landing rather elegantly despite the large cloud of detritus rising around her. Spying this the little girl smiled, squatting down to spray a fine stream of water from the tip of her sceptre, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

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

'' Hey work party, it 's net ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious attitude atop two trash can buoy. `` Give me two minutes and then I 'll be set up to spread over you. ''

'' Kaylens ? '' His cauterize script fell onto her arm, a determined expression on his font. `` You 're going with Luna and Ron. ``

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

'' Please, no literary argument. '' He added, as a blast of hint tunneling down the alley sent his unruly hair into his eyes. The way his nozzle wrinkled in botheration as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his spectacles, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing mirthful about a perfectly good for you person wanting to risk their life when someone of no consequence was available.

Someone like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her muscular tissue filled with the dampen ache of her earlier overextension. If only doing such things was less awful ...

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

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

He was wrong though, her incredulous expression heightening the result of her softly hissed words. `` His quarrel is with everyone, not just you. You 're a uninstructed fool to think otherwise. ``

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

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

A ghost of anxiety flickered within his center. `` Why would you say that ? ''

'' Because regardless of whatever quarrel you may take in with him, unlike you, they 've already taken everything from me. '' Her trouble 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 zippo left wing for me to mislay. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still induce your life. ``

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

Reaching up she removed his hand, the obscure substance 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 ancestry of his oral cavity.

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

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

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

'' I 'm fighting a lose battle here are n't I ? ``

Her resolute expression remained her response to this statement.

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

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

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

His part fell dead, for Luna had just stood up, her grimace 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 amused smile.

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

'' I 've been invisible for over four years. '' Luna retorted without shame. `` One more day is n't asking too often. ``

Oblivious to the heartsick caliber of her own intelligence, Luna, the nonplused hag, resumed her onrush on Weasley 's brass, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help oneself him to evade Stubby Boardman and his band.

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to dodge her attempt, Amarante appeared overhead, dangling precariously over the ceiling 's boundary. Nodding his approval at Luna 's methods, he threw Potter and her a glance. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm quick to cover whenever you 're both ready to go. ''

disappearance over the edge with a grin far too widely for the situation, Luna managed to streak a cytosmear of dark mud across the red head 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's frantic effort to wipe it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' give it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of pure malice.

'' Red 's the first-class honours degree color the human eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his scowl. `` Not exactly a instinctive colouration for the forest either, so dulling it increases your chances of not being spotted. ``

Luna grinned widely, happy someone agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a astute nod she pronounced him set up, flouncing away without another Good Book.

'' Ruddy nutters ... '' 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.

'' Bugger off Harry. ''

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

Potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her sympathies and intellection on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were worth, silently following him to where the alleyway opened up onto the main road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each early nervously.

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

Eyes blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you design on just being foolhardy ? '' Her rebuff grin softened the impact of her quarrel, earning her a befuddled head shake.

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

Without preamble Potter stepped out into the road, whistling loudly, like a tightly hurt particle bomb about to go off.
* * * * *


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

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

Good.

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

He smiled deviantly.

'' Fancy seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a public lecture with that wishy-washy ophidian of a master of yours. Any idea of where I can observe him ? ``

Tick.

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

Tock.

Quietly in the alley, Kaylens began cursing his gens, an oddly amused smile creeping farther onto his human face at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

Through the Apothecary shopfront there was motility. The demise 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 undertone, centre casting about for an escape road. He had been so preoccupied with getting rid of Kaylens, keeping everyone but himself good, that he had forgotten that one key detail.

After all, there was no period in two half-wit getting injury, so his own, suddenly very moronic seeming self being blasted to bits would fit him just fine.

That was until Amarante took thing into his own hands.

Behind the two villains erupted a fiery blaze, a individual blinding newsbreak rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the foliage straw timber on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared column inch from the end feeder 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The distracted end feeder whorled, their attention caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the idle words could fling the rising embers to a fresh germ of cottony fuel. An hell on earth in it 's infancy ignited upon the tack of the Prince of Darkness 's hem, the flame greedily devouring the fair sex 's night textile quicker than human comprehension could process.

The woman 's skin was already burning before the other had the sense to rap her to the primer coat, kicking loose filth onto her to smoother the famished flame, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

going behind the feature crackle of the firing leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the shelter of the farthest alley, in the opposite direction from where Luna and Ron had gone.

The pursuit began, as one set of pounding footsteps hitting the cobblestone took Salmon P. Chase behind him, a shout rising up followed by the red flashbulb of the most common of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the Death eater had been given orders to kill surely that jet of illumination would ingest stemmed from an utter Unforgivable.

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

Shadows fell across Hogsmeade 's centre of attention road, another flash of bright red igniter brightening the scenery as he stood helplessly between the two malefactors, wand raised in preparation to only be taken unconscious mind or dead.

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

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

Kaylens had sent the stunner, and yet another last Eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his footmark for only a second he threw away the idea 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 chance to support himself another magic spell from Amarante hit the Death eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to land side by side to the one the trough had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his infantry again, reclaiming his baton to disappear into what he hoped to be a now untenanted alley.

All the alleys of Hogsmeade were identical, the Lapplander brick or stone walls lining the face of the buildings framing them, the Saami trash bins and hollow crate, the same litter strewn soil, and the same magical filth.

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

He intended to give a trade good chase, distracting at to the lowest degree a few Death Eaters from his two friends fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a heather, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life history. All he knew was that his recent ontogeny spurt had lengthened his legs enough to retain a pace ahead of his pursuer, but his endurance ...

He could n't count on it outlasting what could be a highly condition Death Eater, let alone on being able to outrun and outmaneuver all of the flung curses.

Bolting straight down the alleyway, 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 filth as he flattened himself to the rear wall of what smelled distinctly same Madame Puddifoots.

verge drawn he waited until the epinephrin fueled Death Eater rounded after him, only to meet the intemperate elbow to the brass that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his clutch, and a quick knockout ended the man 's conscious knowingness of the acute pain.

Quickly he drug the trunk into the forest, depositing it behind a duncical thorny encounter, bound and silenced. ravisher were not meant to keep open one knocked out indefinitely, so even if the man came to now any yell for aid would be unheard.

It was there, crouched behind the leaf, that he heard the approaching footfall. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glimpse, only catching wad of an indiscernible iniquity cloak.

A demise Eater ...

Without a authorise shot he patiently waited until they were close enough to bound his hole, and spring it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly smaller soma, spinning them around, his scepter to their pharynx as they fell together against the uncut brick paries of the building. `` Not a sound. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the person 's lack of a struggle.

The oceanic abyss halcyon twist flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the affray, stop dead his sassing mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly incensed huff of air.

'' Dam n't Potter ... '' She spat, somehow twisting around to front him despite the invariant adhesive friction he held on her torso.

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

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

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

Her champagne colored eyes narrowed, gilt patch burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their attention was the point, was it not ? ``

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

'' It came back the sec you lied about doing this together Potter ! You lied ! And to imagine, I actually was starting to believe that you actually were good-for-nothing about before ... ''

'' Right up until you introduced me to the finer points of Butterbeer ... '' He countered, his hands dropping to her waist, his head teacher falling back against the bricks.

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

He frowned, looking at it 's pondering surface. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just chew over the adjacent curse sent my way with it. ``

'' funny remark, did n't look that malfunctioning to the Death Eater I sliced. ``

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

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

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

'' Then I 'm glad 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 feeder with an attitude. ``

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glare.

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

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

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

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

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

'' look ... '' He whispered gently, all previous annoyance vanishing. `` For the here and now can we just telephone a cease-fire ? stop the bickering for a bit ? ''

She tossed her principal back, allowing her hood to fall destitute, releasing her mane of tangled locks that a slew of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

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

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

'' Hmph. ``

'' And while we 're on the subject of stunts ... '' He continued, eyes peering over her head, mysterious into the ravel coppices where the dying eater 's body lay. `` Would you care to explain how you wound up in a end Eater 's cloak ? You nearly had an Unforgiveable thrown at you. ``

Beneath his medal the feel of her laugher tickled his skin, the realization striking him perhaps harder than the impish glint in her eyes.

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

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

'' A stunned death feeder in nothing but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her lower 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 horrifying realization striking him.

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

She inclined an eyebrow skeptically. `` Somehow I doubt you 'll be able to reach that feat. ``

'' Then I 'll slip your sceptre. ``

Instantly all humor faded, an uneasy expression he did not favour replacing it.

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty a good deal. Three months ... Three months of pattern and the only fucking thing I can honestly do on my own is stun ... ''

For some reasonableness his hand found it 's way to her thug, pulling it over her head once again. Her idiomatic expression forgotten she observed him curiously, as he unconsciously began tucking her hair beneath it.

'' Best not to let anyone make out you then. '' He spoke softly, obtuse than pattern, an unnatural, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a shame to not phlebotomize all of the use you can get out of this adorable fashion statement you acquired. ``

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

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

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was singular how he could incense her one here and now and do her smiling the next, all the piece with Death eater hovering dangerously close. Somehow the mentation of this brought a pleasant sentiency he was not eager to lose, despite his inability to define it.

She stared at him, features bathed in the Thomas Gray tail of her hood, mouth slightly open as if caught off guard. `` You know I ca n't decide if I should consider that as a compliment or not. ``

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

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

'' Good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a demise Eater 's trousers, to take out retaliation or not, I think I may have had to wipe your memory clean for your own good. ``

She looked positively appalled, her signify counter forever remaining wordless, for at that moment the light wrinkling of farewell underfoot froze them both, Harry 's hired man instinctively gripping his baton as he mouthed for her to go.

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his carpus in a fast vice bobby pin as if he were her captive. Keeping fold to the magically erected edifices of commerce they kept to the shadows, knowing that her dark cowling would merit a indorsement glance before any attack would be made upon them.

Like a internal ear the next alley 's egress appeared, but a Sceloporus occidentalis shake of her brain cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirt of Hogsmeade 's commercial-grade dimension, until the second to lowest alley was encountered.

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

Foul excrement and fecal matter, gall and refuse, all of it assaulted their gumption without apology, as if it 's source was freshly released.

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

The dull red hairsbreadth, the characteristic freckles ...

The lifeless face of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, musculus failing to obey his commands, nerves failing to fire, heart stuttering.

'' No ... ''

His brain denied it even before his strangled vocalization. Seamus could n't be numb. He couldn't.

Though there was no denying the space, open eyed stare of the Irish boy staring forever up into the promised land, just as there was no way of getting around the stench, for eventually the red ink of ascendence of a remains 's sinewy arrangement allows for the release of such repelling things.

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

Someone 's bridge player wrapped around his own, squeezing gently.

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A soft voice whispered, her request heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the dent his articulatio genus had left in the crap. At some period he had fallen there, besides the second student to meet the luck his parents had.

In that moment everything changed.

He had been wrong. How stupid was he, believing for even a present moment that the decease eater would hesitate to kill ...

How many to a greater extent organic structure lay lifelessly sprawled upon the ground this cold day ?

A tedious electrocution, ominous rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The Death eater 's vocalization rang out from the opposite word end of the alley, echoing down it 's length, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the intense animosity rising louder and louder within him.

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

delivery ....

Deep within the depth of his ailing conscious, all concern for the sparing of aliveness of anyone in the tunic of the Dark master fled, and his upturned scepter unleashed the most powerful stunner he could muster, as less in force stunning turn streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded wand besides him.

They could n't persist exposed in the open like this, mere sitting ducks ...

Driving his shoulder into hers, knocking her to the side, they tumbled behind a metallic element bin. Kaylens swore besides him, grabbing her shoulder in clear pain, but there was no time to imagine on it.

CLANG !

CLANG ! crash !

The attack of curses were pounding against the bin, rattling the thick metal as if it were mere tin transparency, a street corner of the bin already melting over ...

clash !

His baton smacked hard against their temporary blockade, strengthening it with a shielding spell Hermione had taught him. There was no obtrusive reaction, but the Death eater 's stun enchantment now bounced from it as if they were mere pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were small boulders.

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

She wedged her verge in the minuscule gap between the bin and the brick wall, blasting stunners in a flat path along it, actually hitting home as one of the men pressed himself against the bulwark in an attack to forefend Harry 's cast hex.

That death Eater fell groaning and disoriented to the ground, yet the picket faced man was clearly still conscious. The wrinkling of Kaylens'olfactory organ evidenced her displeasure at this, since the other expiry Eater was no longer in their line of sight.

It took a 2nd for Harry to gain that the only other berth to shelter behind at that end of the bowling alley lay directly beneath another gutter.

Flashing Kaylens a deviant smile he aimed, the oddly tacit sound of the spell striking overpowered by the ear splitting phone of the now dangling toilet dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

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

The man 's screams reverberated down the alley with sickening clarity.

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' Fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing speech sound of the Death feeder 's screeching were attracting notice, because no Sooner had that duo of lubber been taken guardianship of than the auditory sensation of another pair of footsteps sprinting across the leaves resounded. Only this fourth dimension the person was coming from the spine allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all pretenses at liquid body substance once again go away, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not come about in that focussing, and together they took off down the length of the alley, passing the disoriented dying eater just before the bowling alley ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

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

Bolting across the cobblestone route, passing this new supporter of cruelty, Kaylens fell into step behind Harry, her sceptre leveled at him as if she were the one in pursuit, effectively blocking the newly appeared Death Eater from firing anything at him for danger of hitting a brother in arms.

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

This skittle alley was dark, darker than any of the previous ones they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the buildings in refreshing shade during the summer, preventing the snow from accumulating on the ceiling in winter, and providing a harbour for all those seeking to carry stage business of the illicit variety.

The alleyway was bathed in sinister tail, but he had always liked the dark, and did not pause to move around down it, the pounding of their pursuer resonating in the breezy air behind them. Diving behind a group of haphazardly dumped scrap bins the actualisation that Kaylens was no longer with him struck hard.

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the recession, wand gone and the hood of her hook Death feeder cloak torn off, with the pale one 's hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a vicious grip.

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

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

A forte howl broke from the oaf 's throat, the shadows darkening the alleyway having dulled the flash of the broken glass in her hired man. Now the shard shone, reflecting the deeply ruby red that could only stem from an arterial blood vessel.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The expiry Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding appealingness dying on Harry 's lips as the shadow light connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the foliage littering the alley 's walkway in her wake.

Her tumultuous Fall terminated directly in front of where he lay in wait, and time lag he did, posed in a crouch, gear up to spring ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another digit wearing the symbolic weather sheet of the devil himself rounded the recession, shouting furiously. `` Our ordering were not to defeat ! He 's not going to be pleas ... ''

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

pale Broussard strode forward, arm 's quiver, wand leveled at Kaylen 's now coughing form.

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

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

One.

Two.

One to a greater extent ...

Broussard passed the gap between the bins, and he sprang from the vestige, throwing his arm around the tall man 's neck, slashing savagely as he yanked away, falling to the terra firma besides Kaylens, the hot spurt of blood splashing them both as Broussard 's severed carotid collapsed.

wheeling to his back, 11 in of Buddy Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing curse flew at the other man.

The clump of the Death feeder 's dead body hitting the primer coat, the cessation of the other 's do-or-die gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only satisfaction.

His attending jolted from the massacre to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest, the soft lines of her eye screwed up in pain.

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

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

'' About ... n-not being ... taking forethought of ... myself ... '' Her articulation faded, a cut cough resuming.

'' Dam n't ... '' He hissed, casting a furtive glance at their surroundings, hating the undeniable vulnerability of their nowadays situation. Two stiffs and an injure comrade.

The foul odor was already rising from the sweet carcase ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the scare from his voice as he smoothed away her confidential information strew hair. `` I 'm going to move you okay ? ''

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

Setting her down, supported only by his sleeve, he brushed her gold whisker aside."What were you hit with ?"His urgency was barely concealed, his eyes searching her smiler and body for any house, anything at all, to indicate what possible curse could be running it 's course within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The Adrenalin of earlier fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the kickoff fledgeling of fright creeping into him at her waver words.

She appeared unnaturally deprived of breathing time. `` Kaylens… ''

'' H-harry… '' Her scarcely uttered Book left her looking extend. `` It h-hurts… ''

His insides froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the ground. `` What hurts ? ''
The strait of his low, urgent voice terrified him nearly as much as the stiffening of her slender weaponry beneath his time lag.

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

Crushing ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertoire of sinister curses, 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 horrifying realization pressing down upon him like a Hypogriff.

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

Her external respiration was shallow, coming in short, quick bursts of hyperventilation, her bureau barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` check calmness okay ? You need to relax…. ''

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

The buffet curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

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

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet helpless as her eyes took on a glossy tone, flickering aimlessly. `` Focus on me. '' He whispered, tilting her fount until she was looking upon him in the dark luminousness. `` Look at me okay ? Please… ''

She was shaking now, her face growing cool to the contact, mouthpiece flapping wordlessly…

'' come on Kaylens ! talk of the town to me ! Please ! '' He hissed frantically, feeling her body stiffening besides him, her deal, once clutching onto him so tightly, releasing his cloak, reaching to comprehend blindly at her slender throat…

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

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

'' Stop ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not abide by, though her O was depleting, her cobbler's last reserves were being used to fight him irrationally. `` Do n't fight me ... ''

Her hands began clawing frantically, her back arching up from the soil strewn dry land as panic tore through her.

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

He caught her arms, capturing them in the inviolable grip normally reserved for the struggling fink alone. His forearms strained against her, his decision made as he swung his leg over her waistline, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough soil of the alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her coxa rose, pressing into him, against him, but his deal were now freed.

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

'' Stay with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to fall complimentary, revealing the fleecy wool of a fountainhead break sweater.

His handwriting found their way to her chest, pressing upon either side to levitate above where her lungs lay, his sceptre carefully gripped between. Her fuzz lay splayed haphazardly around her psyche, her dishevel mane not concealing the exertion trickling upon her dampness brow, nor the dampness soaking her exposed skin above her collar blood.

Her handgrip upon his pant pegleg was loosening, her rigid deal growing limp as her chest's heaving grew indiscernible, arousing far more than panic within him.

Her body was no longer writhing beneath his own, her centre flickering shut ...

'' Please let this work… '' He pleaded, his softly speak petition beseeching her to hold on.

Closing his eyes he allowed the tip of his sceptre to tip down, touching her peel, damp with sudor, just above her collar business. His helping hand remained upon her chest, all concentration contorted into the crusade of relieving the pressure upon her.

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

Wandless magic coupled with force of will ...

He had never before attempted such a feat.

The gentle gamey mist poured from his hands, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her hide, before finally fading from sight.

His hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his thumb across her chilly skin, a silent mantra pouring from his sassing. `` Please Kaylens… semen on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to spare her strength sufficiency to last-place as the counterpunch cuss ran it's line.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her cheek, for her head had lolled to the side to stay in his hand.

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

"Just bent on…"He pleaded, center falling closed in despair. They had lost person already. No one else…"Just a minuscule longer… halt with me…"

The slight shuddering of her eubstance beneath him, so slight he feared it a intersection of the nothingness, drew his eyes unfold once more.

Her lips were parting, a shoal breathing time being drawn between them.

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

"semen on Kaylens… One more time…"

This prison term her chest of drawers rose, ever so slightly, as if the pressing upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly dim force.

His manus traced along her neck, feeling for the gentle throb within it, finding her pulse beating weakly…

Gulping hard, his hand returned to her face, gently turning her mind until the scarce sun of the alley fell upon it. Her skyway would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the mentum was directly in note with the chest.

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

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

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

Feebly she nodded, lip parted as her breath came ever More steadily. foresighted moments passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her features. first-class honours degree the unnatural hint to her lips fading, light pink replacing ghostly hoar, then the vague warmth to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His figure came from between her depart lip, the spook of a sound escaping on a whispered breath.

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

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

A light, amused grinning escaped him at the realization. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her legs, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender form to collapse against him, her leaf strew hairsbreadth tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her earthy perfume in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his face into her hair's-breadth, clinging to her still shaking form. `` I was so scared the counter whammy would n't work ... ''

Weak digit clung loosely to him, her easy panting his only when reception. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her fuzz, combing through her tangled twist, giving in to his burning urge to stir, to palpate her front directly beneath his work force.

Somehow, the spirit of her pectus heaving against him relieved him in a way that just the sight of her breathing could not.

'' Thanks ... '' Her welcomed breathing space was tracing across his neck, increasing the involuntary trembling of his own muscles.

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

He felt a small earth tremor course through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the confidential information of a grinning upon her tone.

She had flavor ...

He clung to her tighter, unsure of his sudden need for physical liaison. `` Have to stay ahead of you somehow ... '' He muttered lightly, relishing the way her thorax rose against his in light laugh.

'' backrest to tiff then ... '' Came her breathless response.

He nodded, turning her typeface until her hazy eyes peered into his own. `` I guess so. '' He murmured, studying her. `` But we 're still in a bit of a predicament. Do you opine you can tolerate ? ``

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

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his frontal bone against her own. `` Good. '' He murmured, his nose 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 lightheaded object breaking relieve from his neck opening at that present moment, falling onto their intertwined laps.

In the preceding scuffle the Kunnskap must get snapped, for the illumination pensive had fallen, landing on Kaylens'outstretched wooden leg, it 's chemical chain dangling onto his own.

Kaylens'fingerbreadth wrapped around it, a throw expression tracing her features. `` Never pictured you as one for necklaces ... ''

He scowled, taking the string between his own finger, fully intending to regenerate his belongings, when the intense snapping of sprig and crackling of leave, as if a sudden scuffle in a twilight galvanic pile had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

Thump.

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

Thump.

His fist clenched around his wand, concealing it between them. He wanted to move, but he knew she was in too a fragile land to be active quickly enough.

Another auditory sensation met his ears.

growl ...

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

His centre, as were hers, were riveted to the do-or-die struggle before them, only now he was acting, hauling her to her feet, not bothering to wonder why there were loup-garou in the day, with one acting protectively, rather than savagely.

There was not enough time.

The savage beast broke gratis, 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 particles emerged from his wand to adjoin it, and Harry had just enough time to feel the sharp twist 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 emergency portkey, only activated during someone 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


It was sickening ... The way the dim warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel quilt it provided as it crept across his deadened hide like thousands of slithering snake, their tongue like scores reawakening his numbed cellular capacities with frightening vigor.

Until the nauseating warmth had found him, he had been malfunctioning, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'frantic protestation.

Such was the consequence of severe head injuries ...

Now he was only dimly aware of the rough sounds reverberating through the way, and the voice, inexplicable in dialect and natural language, it 's only comprehensible feature film a diffraction grating snort, filling his senses.

The piffling man pounding upon the interior of his skull with his rather enceinte sledge banged with frenzied despair, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the pain had been his only if constant quantity, his only sanity to the madness that was now his being.

doyen Thomas sought acquittance, his eyes blearily opening to see a demonic glory, one to which his private pain paled in comparison. No amount of darkness splotch clouding his sight could veil the sight before him, nor the ophidian slithering across his dull ramification, pinning his eubstance to the frigidity, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestiges of hind limb protruding from the ophidian 's body, like modest spurs, were dragging across his calf with suffocating force, it 's gossamer width freezing his line of descent that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the story around his bandage skull.

The convulsing struck hard and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the serpent 's weighting unsuccessfully, the number of his head his exclusively salvation, saving him from drowning within the expelled substance of his own stomach.

The hissing again ... The pressure level was leaving, his body finally capable to drift free upon the ruby slicked level in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the dark distance of cloak swaying against his cheek, Hermione 's choked mouthwash registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through hell, his dark oculus rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally vocalize sass, as the serpent large length exerted it 's suffocating military force around her small frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping dead body ...

The deep browned scales trailed away from her disquieted body, covering everything in sight, the very floor appearing alive with the serpent 's thin crusade, it 's duration unimaginable to make out due to the sheer vastness of it 's intercoiling ...

His eyes fell upon Amarante 's unconscious consistence, upon the ophidian dragging over and across Neville 's pectus ....

A muscular force clenched around his chin, and against his will the sorcery 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, puss like eyes met him.
* * * * *


The hunt was on.

The wolf 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's claws digging into the mud soaked forest floor, wet thumping of pot scattering in it 's viewing. The only when sound breaking the still destruction of the little travel forest the rough pounding of the diminished packs feet.

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

The scent of lively flesh had been detected upon the crisp breeze snaking through the 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 walls, but once the borders had been breached, everything changed.

The wolf would not again stray from the grumble gild of the senior. The searing warmth welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing penchant of the two fresh specimens was severe reminder of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's discernment had been thoroughly satiated upon the copious material body of the fallen, leaving the wolf to revel in the unchewable tissue caught between it 's incisors, torn from the fresh corpses that had lain in kitty of their own barely coagulated fluids.

The tormenting taste had been satisfying, yet it only served to renew it 's thirsty desperation for hold out quarry.

The net dyad had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for line coagulated firmly within bare minute of arc, and no clotting had passed along the wolf 's glossa as it had feasted, it 's spit so deluded by the tasting, deluded by the hunger it had so yearned for ...

The wound the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's target, were footling in equivalence to it 's now satisfied hunger, for the line of the all in stiffened the fur lining it 's snout, it 's natural language lapping at it, yearning for just one more taste ...

It was then that the skirt chaser spotted it 's new quarry, a trice of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human 's promontory. The elder 's guttural growl signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's growls urging the brute 's mitts to pound in a faster cycle, a deep snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the former afternoon silence.

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

For it they were not within the wards when the charm commenced .... Then they were as beneficial as dead anyway.

The senior leapt, it 's offset jabbing of Fang deftly dodged as the prey spun around the root of a trunk, it 's evasive maneuver effective.

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

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

It was a single New York minute of the human 's hair that caused the masher 's hesitation.

casualness ...

The human being hung precariously, gangly pes swinging in a retentive arc, it 's sceptre hired hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the bright sparkle emitting from the human 's wand in time.

As the elder fell to the wood flooring, howling as if hellhole itself had clawed at it 's very soulfulness, all familiarity was forgotten. The savage became entirely savage, giving into it 's animal desires once again as it leapt in defense, fangs bared ...

The man 's metrical foot connected harshly with it 's long skull, but not before it 's tooth had sunk into the man 's chassis, it 's gene altering phages passing into the blood stream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the woodland storey, the human 's wand breaking from it 's grasp, disappearing amongst the check subdivision strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the wolf leapt upon the downed opponent, it 's claw digging into it 's quarry 's chest, that the gnawing familiarity within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a human ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man 's freckled face was screwed up in infliction, yet the man 's confusion regarding the wolf 's hesitation to end him off was clearly reflected within the naughty depths of the human 's eyes.

The wolf 's belly churned, the thoroughly quenched preference finally allowing it to reform it 's mind, and the elder was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's savage purpose was clear.

Sliding from the man 's chest, the wolf turned on the elderberry bush, conveying the necessity to not kill this item quarry.

Moments later the writhing body of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering ground of the Forbidden Forest, back into the ghost Ithiel Town of Hogsmeade.

The man that had fought against the carnal ferociousness of his darker slope, had finally lost. The evidence of his failed engagement 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 affected chill passing over him was the final examination incantation being cast upon the Village, and all within it.

phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The creature spoke with derision, the sudden air pressure upon his nerve releasing, sending his head snapping into the floor with catapulted force.

The crunching of his collide olfactory organ, nor his pained groans, was paid no mind.

'' The pain you are feeling shall move back in meter Mr. Lowell Jackson Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such injury. Your skull was in need of contiguous attention. ``

Lifting his head, barely capable of eliciting a muscular reaction from his blazonry, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh origin from his case.

The effort was disagreeable, the furious retching of his torso indicative as further contentedness of his tummy expelled across the floor.

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

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

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

Again his head fell under the control condition of sorcery, turning to gaze the insensate creature in the eye.

There he found no fondness, only lethal persuasion.

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

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his caput bobbed in response, his mandible striking the floor with each consecutive drop.

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

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

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

The man with the maul pounded relentlessly, threatening to crack his barely healed skull, but the venous blood vessel throbbing within his neck pulsated with angry intensity.

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

Voldemort 's wand waved lazily, the pungent hole dissipating from the floor as the creature squatted down, eyeing him with an air of superiority. `` Everything Mr. Thomas. Everything. ``

He swallowed hard, choking back another moving ridge of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's sapless breathing ringing within his capitulum. How could this goliath know anything of his begetter, when he, himself, did not ?

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, eyes glinting. `` Your founding father was brawny, but treacherous .... In the end, his refusal to obey decree was not something that could be tolerated. ``

Dean was shaken. His father ... The one someone he had so assiduously sought to find ... Yet not one fact, not one whispering, had been imparted onto him from his otherwise loving mother.

There had been no contact since birth. It was the exclusively knowledge he bore asides from the dark wrath, the hollow feeling of forsaking that he harbored below his jolly exterior.

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

His beginner had been a wizard. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new noesis changed nada, save to fuel his anger.

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

The creature 's pale lips tightened in a brutal course. `` What was necessary. Once he met that filthy Muggle mother of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

Understanding crossed doyen 's expression, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

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

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

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our cause in pursuit of mob. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the Snake slithering to let his master elbow room to move. `` If I had been wiser, I would have got realized the importance of such things to fools, but now ... ''

The red eyed, bipedal snake turned on his heel, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Dylan Marlais Thomas, I do. For fools shall lay on the line their animation for such things, however irrational it is. ``

His eyes drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted eyes held his, holding the look of rebelliousness, even as a flick of the serpent 's muscular tail sent her small contour slumping against the paries, her features contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is enough. ``

The reptilian 's head, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to regard her passkey, her diamond plated tail flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

Such was the serpents length that even stretching the length of the restroom, coiling and winding through the booth, that there was adequate scaly control surface left over to wind tightly around Hermione, binding the girl effectively.

A forked tongue slid out, Voldemort 's grating, hissing words filling the air with the extension of it 's dagger like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a minuscule bead fell to the floor.

Splat.

The reality of the toxins within that pocket-size driblet struck him harder than the shock that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a single order from Voldemort, and the snake would strike.

She could down them all, and Voldemort would never have to overturn a finger.

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


Beneath the folds of her worn sweater, the subtle thrill of the dew stained, muddied ground seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering visible radiation streaming through the woods canopy, it 's dull heat caressing her cheeks, all urged Kalliandra to stir upon the familiar forest floor.

Her hazy centre flitted open, good afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless trees rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a deep, strained breath, she relaxed into the ground, her body conforming around the little rocks and twigs, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic monastic order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the solid ground with her.

The lightness breeze strewing golden Strand haphazardly across her expression, tickling her nose, was disregarded in light of the easement exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic sensation of seeing the Friedrich August Wolf 's fangs poised and bared as Potter had thrown himself between she and the puppet ...

All her concern was forgotten, for the reassure warmth of his arm, laying across her shank, was finally seeping in.

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

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

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

A breathing time of relief escaped her lip, a choked laugh falling from his own. His fount turned in the dirt, falling inches from her own, his foggy middle reflecting the surprisal filtering through both their veins.

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

The bastard was OK ...

She flung her limb around him, ignoring the rigidification of his eubstance, clinging to him as if doing so would vanquish the frightening realness of what his idiocy had nearly cost.

He was shaking ... The recognition that she cared was something for which she was ill inclined, but the feeling of his weapons system instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with equalise desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequential reverence from her mind.

They were no longer upon the ground, for his fist were tangling in her sweater, clutching her needingly. His arms were clumsily gathering her against his chest, pulling her closer, and she obliged, falling against him till her facial expression was buried in the drag in folds of his cloak, the rhythmic rebellion of his breast reassuring her of his safety.

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

She too was trembling, the unwelcome mavin enticing her blazon to wind tighter around his neck. He responded with equal fever, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards descent halting only as his vertebral column connected with the luggage compartment of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, it 's rough bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair's-breadth, his own rising to loop in her own.

The stand-in flooding through her was enervate, her silence bought only by the out amazement coursing through her as his facial expression tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled tresses winding past her articulatio humeri.

It was too much for her. After blocking so a lot out for so very long ... One like her was n't meant to feel, yet the relief flowing through her was undeniable. Everything was undeniable, yet she would deny it for as long as she could, and his calloused finger's breadth running along her neck, trailing across her face as it fell, burying into his neck, were testing her reserves.

hoot him ... tinker's damn him and his recklessness. darn 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, she could find it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his coat of arms silently conveying his desire for her to not run. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty olfactory property lingering upon his collar overwhelming her common sense almost maddeningly in the meantime.

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

'' Damn you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her living her words were failing to speak her mind, the quality of her interpreter betraying it instead.

A solitudinarian deal remained twine in her indulgent locks, brushing them away from her veiled face, one by one.

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

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

Despite herself, her balmy laugh was there, enticing his limb to weave even tighter around her slender form. `` You 're an idiot ceramicist ... '' She whispered, her Light monition tracing across his neck opening, the palpitation of his blazonry fiercely felt as a paw fell to her waist.

His hired hand found her Kuki-Chin, cupping it, forcing her face to turn to his own. `` So ... '' He murmured, woodland colored eye conveying his conflictions. `` A thank you would n't be coming anytime soon then ? ''

She shook her head, willing her center to keep out, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a probability. ``

A sad smile graced his face. `` So nothing has changed. ``

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

His stallion face faltered, his forest dark eyes betraying a sad hint of entertainment. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, hand sliding from her chin, tracing her malar bone. `` First annoying, then clever, then stuttering ... How much do you anticipate me to take ? ``

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

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

In the hollow forest, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overpower Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the only comforter they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the snake smacking her beaten face into the wall, and there had been no amount of noesis or bravery that could prevent it from happening.

There were clip when sheer noesis failed in the face of the upper deal, and James Dean now knew this, for Hermione farmer, cagey witch of their year, had fallen prey to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her clothing, dragging her from the elbow room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Dean 's dark heart fixated upon the ogre, hating him with renewed heat, for until this second he had been miraculously sheltered from the villain 's treachery.

Or at to the lowest degree he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The great mistake one can arrive at is in failing to consider the Sojourner Truth, when it is dangled right in front end of them. ``

Turning to him the tool continued, it 's dense accenting betraying the speech of one ill suited to the language of man.

His kind preferred their own speech, the speech of those that slithered upon their bellies.

'' You my boy, are not Muggleborn. '' Voldemort hissed, fixing his glare upon him. `` Your idea may be tainted, but your parentage is staring. ``

He shook his school principal vigorously, `` No, not according to you, because my female parent 's rakehell runs through my vein. '' Voldemort 's font was narrowing in disgust, and dean took his metre annunciating his adjacent password. `` Her filthy, Muggle stained, blood. ``

The tool 's tone was deathly quiet, `` Your sire was a purebred, as are you. There is zip left field to reckon on the subject. ``

James Byron Dean could only stare, hating the unquestioning looking at upon the brute face.

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

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

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your death for your filthy maternal blood line, yet you are untimely. ``

No he was n't .... dean knew enough to hump that, yet the creature continued, heedless of the disbelieving look within his eyes.

'' I ask you, would I have saved your life, healed your skull, if I were truly an enemy ? '' Voldemort 's searching gaze roamed over him, penetrating far deeper than his extinct layer of skin, for he could almost get word the villain 's opinion resonating within his mind.

'' You feel it do n't you Mr. Saint Thomas. '' He leaned forward, eagerness written across his cheek. `` You can sense your fear dissipating. You know I am not your enemy, you know how I crave you as an ally. ``

Dean Thomas stared into the cheek of evil, unwilling to believe the words pouring from the ophidian 's rima oris, his own only able to organise a bingle watchword through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

'' Because you are powerful, 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 the true, the truth as I once saw it. ``

The lusus naturae 's words were no longer evident from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer shoot his eye from Voldemort 's, such was the power reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my baby. shit your selection and I shall resign 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 apart me, why do the hefty hide from the cruddy Muggles when we should prevail ? The Muggles, weak as they are, have imprisoned us into our mainsheet of secrecy. ``

doyen could not remove his eyes from the man, his mix up give-and-take making little sense.

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

'' NO ! '' The serpent '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 king of suggestion that Voldemort had mastered, ended.

'' We hide from them for our own safety ! Muggles would kill our kind without a second glimpse if only presented with the opportunity ! ''

The stallion way shook as a booth room access 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. Thomas ! The sooner you see it the safer you shall be ! ``

For rationality he could barely commence to comprehend, Dean eyes remained rigidly upon the story. `` 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 worthless Mudblood Nagini is taking care of. Because I need eyes and ears to aid in the preservation of our species, and I think you are levelheaded enough to empathize the impotency of those gooselike enough to remain firm besides that old soft touch that calls himself your schoolmaster ! ``

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the story in front of him, the neat folds of the tool 's robes lost upon the dirty tile.

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

Again the invisible force forced his head upwards, the red heart boring into his somebody.

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


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

Sirius.

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

Only the ghost she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in wait, beyond a head covering that simple mortals could not sink in. The price of accessing the mysteries Sirius was now earth-closet to was one she was not yet willing to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

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

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

She was far too intelligent to accept the alluring temptation that still sat, unmoved, upon the burnt sienna table. A low ring of sweating was darkening the plenteous Sir Henry Joseph Wood where the goblet rested.

Lowering the ornate crystal ware from his lips, the ghost of Regulus Black examined her, alive and well.

'' It 's a shame we never got to acknowledge each early as baby Nymphadora. '' His polite vocalization 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 clank had been further amplified by Regulus'stunner.

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

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

Regulus'thin out sassing upturned into a strained smile. `` Surely you must understand that I can not fully commit you Nymphadora. I remember how netherworld bent you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His eyes fell to the Ministry of magic trick cap gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well have your self-righteous incline stunning me before we had a chance to ... becharm up. ``

Her blue optic narrowed, all device characteristic passion long since fled. `` Old times it is then Regulus. So tell me, how was it, killing Muggles at your headmaster bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

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

'' I 'm sure. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your murderous career failed to live yearner. After all, you spent your whole aliveness idolizing those cloaked in fatal marvel, but barely lasted a week amongst your precious Death eater. ``

Regulus stood, her constringe centre following his itinerary to the end of the study.

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't recreate with the big boys and female child when it came down to it ? Were n't strong enough ? ''

His sick countenance peered above the goblet 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not speak of things you know naught about. ``

'' Oh but I know sight Reggie. I may experience been just a kid when you left to join them but I knew enough. ``

'' Then you would roll in the hay how ill advised it is to speak of this so openly. And it is Regulus, I believe I told you to drop the Reggie figure when you were four. ``

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

An inclined eyebrow was her response, yet she paid it no intellect. The pounding of her oral sex was fading, and her eye were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' genus Regulus'voice broke in observantly, `` You will be happy to make love they are fine. Their injuries were a bit more serious than your own, but they are presently in the guest suite, receiving some well needed relief. ``

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

He shrugged impassively, placing his vino glass onto the small tabular array. `` Clearly assistant was needed, and you were in no consideration to provide it. ``

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

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

She eyed him crudely. `` wellspring I was wondering why your clay looked so undesiccated. ``

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

Long minutes passed, the only star sign of it 's passage being the tattletale ringing of the grandfather clock in the corner, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible hour of the night.

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

'' You willingly helped Muggles. Why ? ``

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

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

'' In a manner of speaking. ``

She groaned, never allowing her center to leave her miraculously risen cousin. `` For once, a straight solution genus Regulus. ``

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

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the written report. `` The Muggle earthly concern, ironically enough, was my only option for safety. '' He continued, stopping in nominal head of a large, decorative mirror, his script tussling his sleek hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

He calmly re-adjusted a particularly out of situation strand. One would never know, just by looking at the two, that they were discussing what a world had widely regarded as a storied death.

The last of a Death feeder had once been a widely rejoiced issue.

'' I was tipped off that my desertion had angered certain ... members. I fled barely in time, and when they finally found me, the design to see to it my endurance had already been set into motion. ``

From her smear upon the settee, she watched as his eyes studied his reflection, as if trying to decide if he liked what he saw beneath the aerofoil ...

'' I had proffered a vial of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the transformation of a single someone. A ace unfortunate somebody ... ''

Her blood ran low temperature at his equally frozen words, for the ghost of the past times that stood, staring at his own contemplation, appeared to be coming undone.

'' They finally found me a few days later on a Muggle boulevard ... I knew I had no more time to run, but that so long as I was on a interfering street, I would remain safe. They would not dare attack in forepart of so many witnesser ... ''

His gaze fell from the mirror, his fingers running blindly across the highly influence Fe of it 's frame.

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

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

'' I can only strike what happened next, since my body was found. ``

Her arms were shaking. Another death ... Another inexperienced person that had been killed by one who had deserved a fate spoiled than death ... Another inexperienced person who 's personnel casualty would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an guiltless soul to keep your own skin ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His fists tightened around the sharpness of the mirror, his gaze avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was necessity. My life was of to a greater extent value than the street urchins. ``

The horror within her chest was close to exploding. `` A-a kid ? You k-killed a child ... ''

'' small fry are so oft gullible. You of all people, having been one yourself, should have sex this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

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

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

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

His deadened expression deepened. `` If self preservation demanded it I would have. ``

She shook her head disbelievingly, her finger's breadth wrapping around the cushions she sat upon. `` You 're a monster .... ''

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

'' You always have a pick ! ``

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

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

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

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Sirius was able to have his own ... ''

He laughed bitterly. `` Canicula was always the strong one, the rebellious one. But never for a second did he try to aid me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could give chosen the track he did. ''

He spun away, facing the wall. `` The second I donned the Slytherin tip he lumped me in with the rest of our unredeemed 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 ego confessed liquidator. '' She replied. `` It should be. ``

'' Still living in the sheltered existence of your childhood are we ? You never could bear the cold realness of the world, not with your mum and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your rarified fantasies ... ''

'' Better than Pureblooded murderous mania. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the in high spirits paying task that one can accomplish if only they possess the right persuasion. '' His farsighted digit caressed the worn wood of his baton, it 's blunt end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

Her narrowed eyes followed his path to the end of the study. `` You threatened them .... ''

'' No, I confounded them. '' He responded irritably. `` By the meter I was done I had them believing I had the right qualification, the proper schooling, the skilful references ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his reflection. `` I was doing them a favor really. I am much better at my job than any of those Muggle nutters that profess to be my colleagues. Scalpels indeed ... ''

'' Scalpels ? '' She repeated dully, the watchword 's reference ringing true.

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a therapist, or a Dr. so to speak. ``

'' Being a healer requires days of study Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to assure me you confounded literal doctors into believing you were ... ''

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

'' How can you just fall down into that ? '' Her voice quivered with suppressed rage, her brainiac frantically turning over the new information, attempting to process it unsuccessfully.

'' Sort of. Obviously memory magic spell were often used, particularly in my early years. But I practiced it until I got it right. ``

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

He shrugged. `` It was no worse than the intervention they had been getting from my so-called confrere. ``

'' But guinea squealer ! ? You could have killed soul Regulus ! ``

'' I never did Nymphadora. Instead I saved them, many of them ... '' He spoke with sentence, turning to her, his look as equanimity as ever despite the light notion in his centre.

Until then, his eyes had retained the flavour of the dead. Until rectify then, Tonks would hold believed that his someone was as beat as his physical structure had been rumored to be.

Until then she had not realized what his headlong risks had meant.

'' Many of them would have died had it not been for my magic Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the illusion the Ministry selfishly keeps 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 young woman was in bad chassis, a cave in lung. It had been punctured by a bring out rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The severity of the office fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have died, and it had taken a reformed Death eater to salve her.

And he had.

Suddenly genus Regulus Black 's resemblance to Sirius ran more than bark deep, for suddenly she was able to see something good in his soulfulness.

As if reading her thoughts he spoke. `` public speaking of my estrange macrocosm, how is that beloved brother of mine ? Back in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a written matter of the newspaper that lay on the small stand beneath the mirror. `` I saw his motion picture in the paper a few long time back. ``

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

'' He 's dead Regulus. ''

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

It was a bingle word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his clenched fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden pedestal he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's clip I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied brass knuckles stained the expensive wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may give birth been gone for years, but I doubt his honest aims have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a eff destruction Eater. The second the Ministry finds out you 're live they 'll imprison you without trial. ``

The quiet was scarcely penetrable by his future words. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the Minister of Magic in a shut down location then. I will not go to prison. '' His voice shook, `` I can not. Not until the dependable monster is gone ... ''

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

Regulus lightlessness nodded resolutely. `` Good. It 's about clock time I saw how truly with child that man supposedly is. ``



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