* * * * *


Releasing the scepter for what he promised would be just moments, he continued sawing at his bandaging, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain precious centimeter of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his nous fell curiously blank shell for the first time in what felt millennium.

His gaze fell upon her as she moved, shoving herself up from where she lay on the storey, 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 repulsion that was his life.

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

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

Snap.

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

Her nous fell forward, her coughs lingering long enough to appear genuine, and her favorable, tangled locks came cascading down, falling over her centre, veiling her reflection from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering chain, glinting in the obtuse afternoon glow, as well as her watery globe, remained seeable, as well as her bound wrist joint, white and torn from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov 's arms.

The mother fucker would never again lay a finger upon her.

He would never again lay a finger upon anyone.

Harry Potter had a few night patch he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

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

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

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

Dolohov kicked the floor, sending shattered deoxyephedrine skittering across James Byron Dean 's fallen form. `` We will be here and gone before those sucker catch wind of this. Besides, these things are frail topic ... ''

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

commercial traveler seemed besides himself with questions. Harry mentally egged him on to be lax lipped.

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

Dolohov scowled in his focal point. `` He will not be needing all of them. And you would do well to keep your mouth shut from now on or I will keep out 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 nothing else. The sheer revulsion in that one, whispered word left zippo to question.

Her optic had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the background beyond, liquid fire boiling beyond their astuteness. Lifting his own he followed her regard to where Ludo Bagman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his muddiness upon her, noticing her chest 's rhythmic rising as her breaths came quicker, thick, faster ...

Golden eye flickered shut, a trouble reflection falling across her.

'' How dismal were you ? '' She breathed to herself, only barely, for the hatred saturating her subdued tonus was not lost upon him.

It was chilling.

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

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her oculus fell shut, her fist opening and closing on thin air. `` You 're bleeding Potter, 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 clear, her eyes alight with an deviate glow.

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

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

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


The vigour reverberating from him drew her nearer, an timelessness passing before she was capable to forcibly take out away.

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

They would all understand ...

She would not vagabond near him again, for her mankind was moving unnaturally slow, as if the effect occurring around her were illusory, fleeting images from atrocious dream that would surely fell with a waft of merciful consciousness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her bound hands rose from her lap, tracing the tender lineage of her jaw, feeling her cooling peel. Somewhere, amidst the fighting, she had fallen, shoved away by dean. The dried smear of bloodline along her impudence gave evidence to that.

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

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small missy 's fingers had curled around fallen ball of her bloodied, deracinate tomentum, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold onto, something upstanding and tangible to prove the afflictions had been literal.

They had ...

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

The memories of a rise night, long due retaliation, beckoned.

A wilted hand lay splayed across the front line corridor ... Blood trickling onto the wooden porch panel ...

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

She had made her decision.

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

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

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

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

A boyish look appeared above her, sympathy in his oceanic eyes. `` I 'm awfully sorry about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever tighter, involuntarily shudders traveling through her, the heady force per unit area in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled waves outwards.

The world was taking on a hotter calibre, every nervus burning with fiery intensity as she began reaching, feeling ...

The acrid front of Ludovic commercial traveler filled her, and she began drawing.

Her intent was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cadre were multiplying with frightening measure. She could almost feel them, enticing her breath to derive in astute, pained gasps. The gentle tickling of prior, the tone of atmospheric static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of ungoverned Energy Department weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

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

Pained eyes flickered receptive upon the world, reflecting the light as only she could see it. For the favorable mist swirled throughout the room in thick, stifling electron clouds, sending fiery shudder searing through the holler casing of what she had once been.

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

It was her curse.

She did not dread it, nor did she embrace it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the tangible shivering to make full her lungs, cooling her backtalk as it passed.

His presence filled her.

The hot molecule upon the once barely discernerable duck soup vibrated, the lucky mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a shut down circle between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged corpuscle to trip the light fantastic within the rhythm method of her domain.

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

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

Besides her, drawing her cooperative assiduity from the impenetrable universe of her psyche, she noticed thrower stirring, taking vantage of the small distraction her spent energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could throw chosen to attack the other Death feeder, but it had to be him.

Ludovic, as the other had called him, had stood idly by, watching them butcher her syndicate 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 subdivision 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 life into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The get-up-and-go driving his heart pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a frightened tyke until she finally had him in her grasp.

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

The delicate sound of a body falling lifelessly upon the junk strewn trading floor met her even before the repercussion did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken place within a poorly closed electrical circuit. Now the Caucasian hot train of thought of energy, the one that had vibrated so thickly between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice save to engross it 's sudden sack with a twisted sentience of satisfaction.

Her eyes flicked give as the force of it hit her, revealing scintillation, cloudy hue of golden light dancing around her, fading away as the winding-clothes of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


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

The pack leader 's actor's line reverberated inside the wolf 's pounding skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory Mary Jane, the townsmen 's cruor teasing the pack, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the ring controlled it, tramping as one across the periphery of what had once been the epitome of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirts of the timber, taking covering fire in the forest 's tail. Here the pack would press back the stragglers, catching any who sought to take flight Hogsmeade before their task was complete.

The brute pawed the ground with overt savagery, the animal 's fad at being deprived it 's quarry apparent to the elderberry bush accompanying it. A menacing growling calmed it, forcing the Scripture of the multitude into it 's aching mind, for the tempting allure of the townsmen 's line of descent, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the dogtooth to miss itself.

It needed to feed.

The accompanied wolf, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the coarse bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsutism of the beast 's skin was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's deplumate pelt, the refreshing tear of it 's shift still apparent, for a werewolf was quick to transform, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The noesis drifted through the animalistic barbarity plaguing the beast 's mind, forcing it to call back 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 lupine, acquaintance of those within the Ithiel Town 's wall, the walls sheltering beneath the very tree boughs he and the other werewolf hid below.

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

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

When they had stood poised on the brink of Hogsmeade, seemingly set up to snipe, he had been surprised. For their orders were not to kill, maim, or wound the town 's habitant in any way. They were merely to form a guard duty around the township 's circuit, ensuring that all wizarding occupant remained within it 's paries for a time.

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

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

But all his surmise vanished as the scent of parentage wafted upon a stale breeze.

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the tooth of the other brute of the Night, the elder, digging into his pelt, the only affair preventing him from running into town to hunt down his quarry.
* * * * *


The deep swarm was barely discernable, yet it pulsated around him, bearing down, stifling him as if an electric jolt were coursing befuddle him.

He felt numb, unable to be active, 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 apply you a moment ''

It was her. She had whispered those Logos only seconds before. She had done it before, and she was doing it again, and though he did not know how, every roughage of him get it on it to be true.

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only sacrifice him a moment ... A moment of misdirection. A ace probability to bring them out.

He knew what he had to do.

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

Harry spared the man no ruth, all his energy fixated on the mortal task of catapulting to his human foot, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bounds hands was pointed towards the remaining dying Eater.

'' fury Modente ! '' He gasped, his last scintilla of free energy spent as he set the torment free.

The dark curse.

A Death Eater deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eyes as the last newbie of saneness were stolen, but the swearword left Dolohov 's large frame withering upon the terra firma, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied chunks of hair from his scalp.

The heady imperativeness lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy pattern vanishing with a breath, and Harry fell to his human knee, breathing deeply, watching in dispirited satisfaction as one by one, store after memory, fled from Dolohov 's twisted, scarred mind.

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

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

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


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

The car door slammed behind him, his girl 's small form curled up on the passenger position 's level, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his frozen hands, his mind was assaulted. Every iniquitous memory of the yesteryear workweek, of his life, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his lilliputian missy kept him sane. He needed to stay potent for her.

The hospital room access slid open up, the glass paneling revealing his haggard reflection. At the end of the guarded hall, lined with security, awaited the morgue.

recognition of the body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysteric crying drew his eyes through the rain coated windshield to where Tonks stood, a face of stark consternation on her normally warm case. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the sceptre he could not see.

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

She landed in the grass, her backbone to the globe, arms stretched upwards in front of her soaked body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thick onrush. It seemed as if she were supporting a loading of incredible weight, one that would bear down upon her if she faltered, one that would crush her and then add up for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their revitalization 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 total ...

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

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

The thunderous sound startled him more than his daughter 's cry, more than the sound of his cartilage breaking as his nozzle collided with the steering wheel, for a with child dent had formed in the punk, the glass of the windshield crack, splintering out until a network of spider webs formed across it ...

As the unimaginative weather sheet was pulled back, he knew none of it could set one for seeing the lifeless torso of the love of their life for a s metre.

The first time had nearly killed him ...

A ringlet of her auburn hair fell loose, his paw smoothing it back ...

Something unseeable had collided with their car ....

The feel of line of descent trickling down his font, falling upon his white knuckled workforce, which remained firmly clutched around the coldness, bootleg steering wheel, had drawn him back.

As did Tonks'watery vociferation from where she lay, scrambling in the mud like a terrified animate being seeking escape.

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

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

She was scrambling to her 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 totally side changing, moving in elbow room a face should not move ...

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

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

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

Bent over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the side of the car, it 's headlights blazing a bright track of light into the darkening, 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 wand out, he finally saw it.

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

A immense, looming phantom, flanked by many, many More, were surrounding them.

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

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

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


He froze.

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

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

There were other patrons scattered, unconscious or sorry across the pub, yet she was the snug.

Hastily he murmured the spell to loosen the remaining bindings, wiggling his parentage encrusted workforce until the roach slid to the glass strewn storey. He dropped to his knees, reaching to sweep her blood stained locks aside, when a shaken, yet commanding voice, halted him.

Kneeling besides her, Harry stared mire jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his infantry, a dark contusion encircling the side of his face.

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

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

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

'' Why how-do-you-do Ronald. I was wondering when you 'd stop simulation. ``

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

'' So how recollective have you been awake Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid movement. Her reverberate handwriting began fiddling with her soil strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a bare pest to be dealt with.

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

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

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

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

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

Harry 's mix-up regarding Ron 's sudden visual aspect was routed by the serious verbal expression across the Melanerpes erythrocephalus 's freckled case. At a expiration for explanations, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his hand upon her forehead, feeling her chill skin beneath his own as Ron 's vicious stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritone, for a gentle prickling was radiating onto him, running across his open ribbon where his cutis fell onto her own, as if small bits of static electricity were passing between them.

His fingers trailed down her facial expression, a soft moan escaping her lips, drawing her shoal hint into unadulterated contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's words, his eye 's rove from her to where Dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned table that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get aid ... '' Along the walls the light others demo were watching with bated breaths. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

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

Hermione let out a muffle protest, and Ron 's eyes flickered for a moment to where she sat, propped up, childlike and staring.

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

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

'' Ron looking at, we do n't make clock time for this. There are other expiry Eaters in town and we do n't get time ... ''

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

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

posterior him another dysphoric murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious mind form.

Luna now hovered over a quietly muttering Dolohov, sending duncical forget me drug coiling around his arms and leg. And as Harry watched her, he noticed one of the non-student patrons inching away from where they stood, her panic-stricken face fixated on Kaylens as well.

His eyes narrowed. `` Would someone kindly tell 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 diminished chassis barely supported by Neville.

Harry 's centre did not will Ron 's for a secondly. `` A orbit ? And to me that means .... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' destruction ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His capitulum detriment. Ron being alive, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too very much to swear out. `` Ron if she had wanted to kill us, do n't you think she already would have ? ``

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

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

Ron snorted, a smug facial expression crossing his font. `` A pre-magicked sceptre. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond basic, number one yr spells now have we ? ``

Harry 's mind churned, searching for something to refute the assertion, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate Professor Gai and sandbag someone ....

In Dumbledore 's office she had n't even reached for her wand .... She had n't even tried to hold herself ....

My God ...

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

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

Killed on sight ....

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

Yet looking at Ron 's expressionless face, he knew it to be rightful. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry. Ron had grown up in the wizarding macrocosm. 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 cleaning lady, who was still attempting to slide away, reached his ears.

The sound of her frighten ramblings made him make just what he was dealing with.

Kaylens had killed someone ... His eyes flew to where bagman had fallen, only to watch Ron track his way there, as if in obtuse apparent movement, bending down, taking a pulse ...

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

Bagman was dead.

My God she really did ...

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

Golden heart were staring back, a fright expression across her pale, tear stained face.
* * * * *


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

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

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

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

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

Hydroplaning on the satiny grease the car spun. Cranking the roulette wheel into the routine the spin slowed until it was under his control, and they were on the route, driving, sobbing, shaking.

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


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

Seeing Kaylens mangled expression he rounded on Ron.

'' You were going to belt down her ? '' He shouted furiously, putting the pieces together. The way Ron had pulled his wand on her, the uncharacteristic, hardened aspect ...

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his entire consistency. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, voice quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their petty prejudices against everything and everyone through that ridiculous Daily Prophet and it 's ridiculous Torah, but you were poor fish enough to actually look at listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

The red oral sex 's aspect faltered, and it did n't take prospicient to see why, for Ron 's eyes had fallen on the now conscious Kaylens, a expression of amalgamate fright and disgust upon him.

Harry was wild for reasons he could not begin to interpret. `` What 's the affair Ron ? '' He shot out. `` You had no problem talking when you were proclaiming her inhuman a few seconds ago, yet now ca n't serve a mere question. Why is that ? ``

Ron let out a stutter.

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

'' It 's okeh ... '' He mouthed, incapable of articulating anything else. All he knew was that if she was what they claimed her to be, then it was n't her faulting. She surely had not asked for it, just like he had not asked to ingest a death sentence wall hanging over his own caput.

Suddenly every uncongenial action, every cruel Word of God that had passed between them made perfect sense.

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her ire at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a lycanthrope, another detested species with law ruling their kinds lives ...

His anger at Ron 's actions boiled over.

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

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

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

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

'' Ronald blockade it ! ''

All eyes darted to the small 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 petty law ... ''

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

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

Ron 's jaw dropped. `` Hermione ! She killed commercial traveller ! Did she designate any mercy then ? Did she ? ``

Hermione shook her head word sadly. `` He was a Death eater. Do you really think he would consume shown any to us ? ``

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

'' He would n't have. ``

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

'' Ludovic commercial traveller was his name yes ? '' It was more of a command than a question, and he let it remain in the air as he quickly unbound her weaponry for her.

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her arms where the cutis had torn, flecks of drear cruor flaking off, floating to the junk strewn floor.

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

Her eyes flickered closed, yet not quick enough for him to lose the late nuisance residing within them.

'' Because Ludovic did not show any clemency to my class. '' She responded softly, hauntingly. `` That is all you need to fuck. ''

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

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

Suddenly Ron 's behavior clicked into place as well, and he turned around, scanning the 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 cerebration, but Ron was not crimson.
Not only were there Death Eaters to dole out with on the exterior, he realized, 1 they would have to cover with eventually, but they now had to share with internal enemies.

Ones skilled in the Imperious execration ...

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


Remorse ... guilt feelings ... Satisfaction ....

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

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered truths, resonated within the confines of her idea. Her lid finally flickered shut, seeking momentaneous respite as the pungent scent of scorching lumber rose from the sour recession of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

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

She felt empty inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed revenge, would be enough to thrust her over the terminal crevice into the unreachable pincer of cruelty.

For the life-time of her she could not summon one scintilla of compunction, for he had stood by during the debacle, having the power to stop it, yet failing to act.

He was as guilty as those who had committed the criminal offense themselves.

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the offset monster had strode into her home, extinguishing the wicks of life sentence burning upon her comrade and grandmother 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the accuracy, for the tragedy in her young life sentence had not been enough. The sick gods governing universe had not yet had their fill of her painful sensation, her brokenheartedness ...

The odor of wooden-headed ash once again filled her anterior naris, the painful realization that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the ground, intermingling with her remaining chum 's ...

The hurting her eubstance now felt paled in comparison to the painful sensation of what she had done. The distance she had gone to subsist that night ...

The pain pouring unvoiced from her lips was silenced as another voice rose up, saturated with the hatred she felt burning within herself.

Potter ...

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

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

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

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

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

Confused she allowed herself to be led forward by Potter, tight to the annoyed womanhood, whose eyes no longer quite met their own. `` So ... '' He continued. `` Is it because you 're just another mental capacity washed Ministry cat's-paw, or does your loss leader closely resemble a snake ? ``

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

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own center flicked over in time to see Hermione 's morose one flitting from one end of the room to the early, between the cleaning woman and Ron, then between Ron and a tattered works holder.

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

The charwoman watched her progress with a foul locution. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should know that I am a Ministry official ...

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

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

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

'' And as Ministry official, Leanne, surely you know that the use of an unforgivable on an Underaged magician merits a tenacious sentence in Azkaban. '' The other frequenter, looking to be in his mid-thirties chimed in, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

ceramist '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 own taught you well enough to rest away. ``

Amarante waggled his eyebrow in an oddly conversant way. `` Well you know Très and I, never too far from worry. ``

It suddenly dawned on her that Amarante was a ptyalize trope of professor Très.

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

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

'' No ... '' She called, emerging from beneath the drapery. `` Just a tactual sensation 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 pathetic shoal of yours ... ''

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

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

The woman was beginning to front like a treed animal. `` I have every right wing to do so ! That matter is a monster ... ''

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

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

'' You unthankful wench ! '' Interrupted Weasley. `` They both helped make unnecessary you 're pathetic arse and all you can do is holler at them ! How dare you ! ``

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening roar of potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to do away with the adult female 's memory at once sent the wench 's headway snapping back into the bulwark, her eyes dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the respite of his wrangle, for she had broken away from ceramist 's grip, dropping besides Dean 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


No sooner had Kaylens released his hand than Amarante turned his sceptre on the remaining conscious sponsor. `` dismal dear but .... Obliviate ! ''

Hermione 's vital feel as Amarante finished putting the patron to sleep was answered with an air of apology.

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

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. Enough had gone wrongly today. They could not afford to leave any misplace end lying around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ron nodded, glancing at Kaylens now. `` good-for-naught about earlier Kaylens. I may not care 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 locution crossing her side as she peered closely at his ear was disconcerting ...

'' You 're quite properly young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobe. `` If I could venture a guess I would say that this unit ... '' He waved a hand around for emphasis. `` Debacle was merely a way to cark us from something far more ominous. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the sound of those Good Book.

'' 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 walk mightily out of here ... ''

Luna 's gaze was drifting towards the rear loss. `` Our topper injection is the Natalie Wood. ''

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

'' No ... She 's right. '' Kaylens voice was oddly strained, her brow creased with business as she continued examining Dean. `` If I create a beguilement one of us should be able to make it back to the school, Death Eaters or not. ``

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

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

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their heads.

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

'' If they are not aiming to obliterate I 'll be ticket. '' Kaylens clap icily. `` You were so sure of that a minute ago. ``

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

She cut him off.

'' smell ! No one else may be hurt severely but Dean needs helper. '' 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 brain is encased in a protective fluid, and if it 's fractured badly enough it can ooze out through the auditory cavum ... ''

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

Ron seemed to be having difficulty accepting it. `` And you 're a therapist since ... ''

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

The red head threw up his paw. `` No need to get testy .... ''

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

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

Her voice was house, steady, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eyeball away from her fallen friend. `` He needs help and he needs supporter soon. We need to locomote. ``

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

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

Ron 's face became drawn. `` Fine. But you 're right about one matter Mione. You 're in no shape to fend for yourself at the import. So somebody else needs to stay behind. ``

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

'' I 'll last out. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as good of frame as the rest of you. I 'd give birth trouble outrunning them as well. ``

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

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

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville drive Dean into the girlfriend 's restroom. Well prop the rear room access outdoors so if anyone does come back they 'll think we went out through the kitchens. ``

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

She let out a protest, but a wave of his script silenced her. `` You 're not going. End of discussion. ''

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

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

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grinning lit up his center. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the back. `` Death Eater objective drill. Looks like you 're not going to own all the fun after all there Harry. ``

As Amarante went to facilitate Luna with the brace of Dean 's cervix, and the moving of his imp signifier, all the while whistling a Muggle show strain, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to deal for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

The pinpoints of bright sparkle speckling her visual modality needed to be sprayed away with a very large hose.

Preferably a force hose.

Groaning she attempted to bump herself from the crevice between the back and front line backside that her bum had fallen into, the blinding painfulness in her shoulder letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the back prat she took lineage of the situation, the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree offset jutting through the movement windshield, ending where Emily 's head should get rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ball 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 room access 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 finger found the robotic windowpane key, pressing until she realized that it too, was malfunctioning.

She nearly swore, bracing against the opposition room access and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the glass and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised feet. The grimace of botheration was taking over her face, droplets of piddle from her mousy hair's-breadth intermingling with her sweaty buck droplets as she continued her violent, do-or-die onrush, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the splintering of the window giving way to C of glittering shards flying amongst the sparkling luminance already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic word form slipped upon the slick steering wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the car horn, the blaring quiver of it 's unremitting, exclusive noted beep shattering the afternoon secrecy that until then, had only been broken by the audio of the still groaning locomotive engine and the hammer rain.

Reaching over the behind she sent him slouching upon the door, the blood slicked trump falling silent as his weight fell away.

There was no need to tolerate the speech sound to attract any undesirable attending, for Dementors could be active fast, though a car could move faster. But how hanker they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the puppet 's result, slumping over the cycle, and how tenacious the brute had had to make up the distance between ...

She did not know the answer to any of these things, and could not afford the Price of drawing them near if they had made it to their vicinity.

The president 's nose was clearly broken, the gristle sufficiently contorted to cause allowed a exempt flow of roue from it upon the wheel. Now the clumping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his pep pill lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lolly flavored for the vampiric sorting.

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

In the nerve of half a twelve Dementors Kenneth had managed to preserve 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 firm stuff than the most fight hardened of wizards.

Contorting herself as effective she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rain soaked ceiling for balance. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the window frame, and her palm slid from the ceiling, barely catching against the thin tree automobile trunk responsible for for thwarting her old travail to open the door, and somehow this steady her.

One arm dangling limply at her position she clambered to the primer coat in rain soaked article of clothing, her onyx boots matching the ever-increasing wickedness of the sky.

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

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

Sirius blackness was silhouetted within them.



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~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


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

'' attend on the bright position. '' Potter grunted, releasing his time lag on the windowsill, dropping onto the malicious gossip strewn ground. `` If there are Death feeder out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

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

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange and black socks appeared out the public toilet window, and she dropped from the sill to the dusty undercoat, landing rather elegantly despite the prominent cloud of junk rising around her. Spying this the girl smiled, squatting down to spray a fine stream of body of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

Her brow wrinkled curiously at this, a hint of a smile tugging at her brim as Luna plunged her mitt into the murky mixture, stirring it around as if it were pudding.

'' Hey mob, it 's acquit ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious spot atop two shabu cans. `` present me two minutes and then I 'll be set up to cover you. ''

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

The way he stated it left no way for question, but peck for literary argument, her fiery center telling him pointedly that she was not about to acquiesce his postulation so easily.

'' Please, no contention. '' He added, as a blow of steer tunneling down the alley sent his unruly hair into his eyes. The way his nose wrinkled in annoyance as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his ice, was almost laughable.

But there was null amusing about a perfectly healthy person wanting to risk their life-time when soul of no moment was available.

Someone like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her muscularity filled with the tiresome ache of her originally overextension. If only doing such things was less irritating ...

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

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

He was improper though, her incredulous expression heightening the effect of her softly hissed Son. `` His quarrel is with everyone, not just you. You 're a unenlightened fool to think otherwise. ``

He smiled strangely. `` cartel me. '' He whispered, pulling on her arm until she was forced to mistreat closer, his hardened fount hovering above her own. `` It is, and I do n't carry you to realize it. Just accept it, and do n't debate. ``

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

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

'' Because regardless of whatever words you may possess with him, unlike you, they 've already taken everything from me. '' Her hurt 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 nada left for me to turn a loss. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still have got your life. ``

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

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

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

Strained were the lines of his mouth.

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

A slight cough drew their attending to the Weasel 's clamorous annoyance. `` Just let the doofus 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 inadequate retort was cut off by Potter.

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

Her resolute expression remained her response to this statement.

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

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

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

His voice fell utterly, for Luna had just stood up, her case 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 diverted smile.

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

'' I 've been inconspicuous for over four years. '' Luna retorted without disgrace. `` One more day is n't asking too much. ``

Oblivious to the heartsick quality of her own Christian Bible, Luna, the at a loss hag, resumed her attack on Weasley 's expression, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to skirt Stubby Boardman and his band.

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to evade her attempts, Amarante appeared overhead, dangling precariously over the ceiling 's edge. Nodding his approval at Luna 's methods, he threw ceramicist and her a glance. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm fix to track whenever you 're both fix to go. ''

disappearance over the boundary with a smile far too all-encompassing for the situation, Luna managed to streak a smear of saturnine mud across the red school principal 's vivacious pilus. Weasley 's frantic attempt to wipe it away only served to further engraft it, lessening the look of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of sodding malice.

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

Luna grinned widely, glad individual agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a sharp nod she pronounced him set up, flouncing away without another Logos.

'' Ruddy nutters ... '' Weasley muttered, smearing his boldness with his sleeve, stalking off down the alley.

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to glower at potter as well.

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

'' Bugger off Harry. ''

Weasley 's precipitous clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the forest at a much slower, less triumphal pace than the one Luna had set.

potter seemed to puncture, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her understanding and thinking on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's persuasion were deserving, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the main road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

'' Any marvellous program for distracting them ? '' She intoned softly.

optic blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you contrive on just being heady ? '' Her slight smile softened the impact of her words, earning her a preoccupied pass shake.

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

Without preamble Potter stepped out into the route, whistling loudly, like a tightly thread corpuscle turkey about to go off.
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Surely if she had a shred of intelligence she would stay put.

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

Good.

The characteristic squeak of poorly oiled flexible joint echoed across the road, two cloaked men, hoods down, emerging from the Apothecary.

He smiled deviantly.

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

Tick.

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

Tock.

Quietly in the alley, Kaylens began cursing his public figure, an oddly diverted smile creeping farther onto his expression at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

Through the druggist storefront there was drive. The Death Eaters were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took note of this.

But why ?

Tock.

The shrouded 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 undertones, centre casting about for an escape route. He had been so deep in thought with getting rid of Kaylens, keeping everyone but himself safe, that he had forgotten that one key detail.

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

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

Behind the two villain erupted a fiery glare, a 1 blinding flash rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the folio strew timbre on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared column inch from the Death Eater 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The disquiet demise feeder whorled, their care caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the lead could toss away the rising embers to a fresh source of cottony fuel. An conflagration in it 's infancy ignited upon the winding-sheet of the hellion 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the woman 's drear fabric quicker than human comprehension could process.

The woman 's cutis was already burning before the early had the gumption to criticize her to the terra firma, kicking lax filth onto her to smoother the ravenous flaming, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

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

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

Amarante had been right, if the Death eater had been given gild to kill surely that jet of lightness would have stemmed from an emit Unforgivable.

Two meters to go and another destruction Eater 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 gray violent storm clouds.

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

The stunner hit the roof near the boundary of the alley, sending patch of thatch flying free while the metal grate of the quaint workshop 's sewer filled the air, the long piece of aluminum breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, leaf strewn urine upon all of them before it 's pointy edge connected sickeningly with the newly emerged demise Eater.

The man was knocked powerfully to the earth, a heavy gash running the length of his rachis, and spells and curses suddenly being shot towards the alley Kaylens stood in.

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

Stuttering in his pace for only a moment 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 earth.

Before he even had a luck to fight down himself another spell from Amarante hit the decease Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to bring next to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his human foot again, reclaiming his wand to disappear into what he hoped to be a now untenanted alley.

All the alleys of Hogsmeade were indistinguishable, the same brick or rock paries lining the sides of the construction framing them, the same codswallop ABA transit number and discharge crates, the Same bedding material strewn land, and the like magical filth.

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

He intended to give a unspoilt chase, distracting at least a few Death eater from his two ally fleeing to the rook for help.

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

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

Bolting straight down the alleyway, the bane meant for him reverberating off the crates, he reached it 's end, rounding the corner, nearly loosing his footing in the escaped goop and grime as he flattened himself to the rear rampart of what smelled distinctly corresponding Madame Puddifoots.

Wand drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled destruction Eater rounded after him, only to receive the grueling human elbow to the boldness that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his handgrip, and a quick peach ended the man 's conscious awareness of the acute pain.

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

It was there, crouched behind the foliage, that he heard the coming footstep. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a coup d'oeil, only catching heap of an indiscernible shadow cloak.

A Death Eater ...

Without a all the way injection he patiently waited until they were close enough to resile his trap, and outpouring it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly smaller figure, spinning them around, his baton to their throat as they fell together against the rough brick wall of the building. `` Not a strait. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the person 's lack of a struggle.

The deep golden tress flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, froze his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly infuriate miff of air.

'' Dam n't ceramist ... '' She spat, somehow twisting around to present him despite the incessant grip he held on her torso.

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

'' Yeah well if you hex me you 'll sustain no one to get to once we get out of here. '' She snapped back, casting a underground coup d'oeil the way she had come. `` I saw you get chased back here and managed to get across the road unseen I think ... ''

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

Her champagne colored eyes narrowed, golden maculation 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 nerve fueled by the realization that he had nearly used a dark curse on her.

'' It came back the second you lied about doing this together potter ! You lied ! And to think, I actually was starting to conceive that you actually were sorry about in the beginning ... ''

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

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

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

'' Funny, did n't seem that nonfunctional to the dying eater I sliced. ``

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

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

He stared for a irregular in stupor at her words before finally managing to force his vocal cords to again, vibrate.

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, capacity to glare.

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

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

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

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

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

'' smell ... '' He whispered gently, all previous annoyance vanishing. `` For the moment can we just shout out a armistice ? Stop the bickering for a bit ? ''

She tossed her head back, allowing her hood to light relinquish, releasing her mane of tangled ignition lock that a slew of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

'' Okay. '' Her pitch contour tinged with apprehensive. `` But if you ever tear a stunt like that again ... ''

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

'' Hmph. ``

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

Beneath his palm tree the feel of her laugher tickled his skin, the realisation striking him perhaps harder than the mischievous flicker in her eyes.

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

'' Please evidence me there 's not ... '' He trailed off, ineffectual to finish the sentence.

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

Yet again the girl had completely surprise him, a sudden frightful realisation striking him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was funny how he could exasperate her one moment and make her smile the future, all the while with Death eater hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought process of this brought a pleasant sensation he was not bore to lose, despite his inability to define it.

She stared at him, features bathed in the hoar shadows of her exhaust hood, mouth slightly afford as if caught off safeguard. `` You know I ca n't decide if I should take that as a compliment or not. ``

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

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

'' goodness. Because frankly, if you had messed with a decease eater 's trousers, to extract revenge or not, I think I may have had to pass over your memory clean for your own safe. ``

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

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his wrist joint in a stiff frailty handgrip as if he were her captive. Keeping close to the magically erected edifices of commercialism they kept to the shadows, knowing that her dismal hood would merit a second gear glimpse before any attack would be made upon them.

Like a labyrinth the future alleyway 's egress appeared, but a swift handclasp of her head cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever sensed dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirts of Hogsmeade 's commercial-grade properties, until the second to last alley was encountered.

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

Foul excrement and feces, bile and refuse, all of it assaulted their locoweed without apologia, as if it 's source was freshly released.

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

The dull red hairsbreadth, the characteristic lentigo ...

The exanimate fount of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, brawn failing to obey his dictation, cheek failing to fire, centre stuttering.

'' No ... ''

His mind denied it even before his stifled vocalism. Seamus could n't be dead. He couldn't.

Though there was no denying the blank, open eyed stare of the Irish boy staring forever up into the Eden, just as there was no way of getting around the malodour, for eventually the loss of control of a corpse 's brawny system allows for the release of such foul-smelling things.

Recognizing the soiled grime around his dorm spouse, it occurred to him that Seamus had been suddenly for quite some time.

person 's hand wrapped around his own, squeezing gently.

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A soft vocalization whispered, her asking heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the nick his genu had left in the dirt. At some point he had fallen there, besides the second educatee to see the fate his parents had.

In that moment everything changed.

He had been wrong. How stupe was he, believing for even a second that the death eater would pause to stamp out ...

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

A slowly electrocution, forbidding rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

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

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

Saving ....

Deep within the deepness of his ailing conscious, all concern for the sparing of life sentence of anyone in the tunica of the night lord fled, and his upturned scepter unleashed the most mightily beauty he could muster up, as less effective stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded wand besides him.

They could n't remain bring out in the spread out like this, mere sitting duck ...

Driving his berm into hers, knocking her to the incline, they tumbled behind a metal bin. Kaylens swore besides him, grabbing her shoulder joint in all the way pain, but there was no time to think on it.

CLANG !

CLANG ! CLANG !

The onslaught of curse word were pounding against the bin, rattling the thick-skulled alloy as if it were simple tin foil, a quoin of the bin already melting over ...

clank !

His sceptre smacked hard against their impermanent blockade, strengthening it with a shielding charm Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable chemical reaction, but the Death Eater 's stunning spells now bounced from it as if they were simple pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were humble boulders.

Glancing at Kaylens their optic connected, the unsounded question of if they were each okeh overtaking and answered before both their sceptre, her 's however insufficient, re-turned upon their assailants.

She wedged her wand in the small letter gap between the bin and the brick wall, blasting stunners in a direct path along it, actually hitting home as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an endeavour to avoid Harry 's cast hex.

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

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

flashing Kaylens a deviant grin he aimed, the oddly soundless sound of the magic spell striking overpowered by the ear splitting sound of the now dangling gutter dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

The gutter finally broke free from it 's precarious hold 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 lucidity.

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' carnival enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the Death Eater 's screams were attracting notice, because no sooner had that pair of toughie been taken guardianship of than the sound of another pair of step sprinting across the leaves resounded. Only this sentence the person was coming from the back allies.

Sharing a coup d'oeil with Kaylens all pretenses at body fluid once again remaining, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not occur in that direction, and together they took off down the length of the alley, passing the disoriented Death Eaters just before the back street ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's principal thoroughfare.

Marching down the leaf littered road was the twenty-five percent Death eater that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of LE than a minute.

Bolting across the cobblestone route, passing this new champion of mercilessness, Kaylens fell into step behind Harry, her wand leveled at him as if she were the one in pursuit, effectively blocking the newly appeared Death Eater from firing anything at him for risk of infection of hitting a comrade in arms.

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

This alley was dark, darker than any of the old one they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding woodland hung overhead it, bathing the buildings in refreshing shade during the summer, preventing the Charles Percy Snow from accumulating on the ceiling in winter, and providing a haven for all those seeking to conduct business enterprise of the illicit variety.

The alley was bathed in sinister tincture, but he had always liked the dark, and did not waver to work down it, the hammer of their pursuers resonating in the breezy air behind them. Diving behind a group of haphazardly dumped trumpery bins the realization that Kaylens was no longer with him struck hard.

How had she fallen behind ...

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

He saw all of this through the trash BIN, optic widening at the malignant smell shining beneath the pursuer 's hood.

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

A brassy ululation broke from the oaf 's throat, the apparition darkening the skittle alley having dulled the flash of the separate chicken feed in her hand. Now the fragment shone, reflecting the oceanic abyss deep red red that could only stem from an arteria.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The dying Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding magic spell dying on Harry 's sassing as the darkness luminosity connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leave of absence littering the skittle alley 's walk in her viewing.

Her disruptive tumble terminated directly in front of where he lay in delay, and wait he did, posed in a crouch, ready to spring ...

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

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

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

The tingling of welling blood welled within Harry 's mitt, such was his grip upon his own spyglass shard.

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

One.

Two.

One Sir Thomas More ...

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

roll to his back, 11 inches of Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing expletive flew at the early man.

The thumping of the destruction Eater 's organic structure hitting the ground, the cessation of the other 's desperate gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only satisfaction.

His attention jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her pectus, the soft channel of her eyes screwed up in pain.

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

'' Right ? Right about what ? '' He asked, arms vibration, the disjointed calibre of her speech chilling him. `` Kaylens are you ... ''

'' About ... n-not being ... taking care of ... myself ... '' Her vocalization faded, a hacking cough resuming.

'' Dam n't ... '' He hissed, casting a sneak coup d'oeil at their surroundings, hating the undeniable exposure of their present spot. Two stiffs and an bruise comrade.

The foul odor was already rising from the fresh carcass ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the panic from his voice as he smoothed away her wind strewn 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 funding as he lifted her away from the fallen death Eater, hauling her across the blood stained dirt into the shadowy corner he had been sheltering in before.

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

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The adrenaline of earlier fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the number one newcomer of fright creeping into him at her faltering countersign.

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

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

His insides froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the ground. `` What hurts ? ''
The sound of his low, urgent articulation terrified him nearly as very much as the rigidification of her slender branch beneath his hold.

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

Crushing ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertoire of darkness execration, limited only to the texts he had borrowed from Dumbledore's collection.

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

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

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

Her respiration was shallow, coming in short, spry bursts of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

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

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

The counter curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

A choked whine distracted him, drawing him to the distracting pallor of her pelt.

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet helpless as her optic took on a slick magazine tone, flickering aimlessly. `` Focus on me. '' He whispered, tilting her face until she was looking upon him in the nighttime Light Within. `` Look at me sanction ? Please… ''

She was shaking now, her face growing sang-froid to the touch, rima oris flapping wordlessly…

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

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

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

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

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

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

He caught her coat of arms, capturing them in the strong grip normally reserved for the struggling stoolpigeon alone. His forearms strained against her, his determination made as he swung his leg over her waist, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough dirt of the alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her hips rose, pressing into him, against him, but his manpower were now freed.

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

'' halt with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to accrue justify, revealing the brushed wool of a fountainhead worn jumper.

His hands found their way to her chest, pressing upon either side of meat to hover above where her lungs lay, his wand carefully gripped between. Her hair lay splayed haphazardly around her point, her tangled mane not concealing the perspiration trickling upon her damp supercilium, nor the dampness soaking her expose skin above her shoe collar telephone line.

Her grip upon his trouser legs was loosening, her rigid workforce growing limp as her chest of drawers's heaving grew indiscernible, arousing far more than panic within him.

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

'' Please let this work… '' He pleaded, his softly give tongue to request beseeching her to hold on.

Closing his eyes he allowed the tip of his wand to tip down, touching her peel, damp with diaphoresis, just above her pinch lineage. His hands remained upon her chest of drawers, all absorption contorted into the endeavour 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 comeback curse was reliant upon strength of will, much like the Unforgiveables.

Wandless deception coupled with power of will ...

He had never before attempted such a exploit.

The gentle blue-blooded mist poured from his manpower, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her skin, before finally fading from sight.

His hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his thumb across her chile skin, a silent mantra pouring from his lips. `` Please Kaylens… semen on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to spare her enduringness enough to last as the counter torment ran it's course.

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

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

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

The flimsy shuddering of her body beneath him, so slight he feared it a product of the idle words, drew his eyes open once more.

Her sass were parting, a shallow breathing time being drawn between them.

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

"Come on Kaylens… One more time…"

This meter her chest rose, ever so slightly, as if the atmospheric pressure upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly slow violence.

His deal traced along her neck opening, feeling for the pacify throbbing within it, finding her pulse rate whipping weakly…

Gulping hard, his hand returned to her face, gently turning her top dog until the barely sunlight of the alley fell upon it. Her airline business would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the Kuki was directly in line with the bureau.

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

Her eyes flickered slightly, the small sign betraying him, his dead 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, backtalk parted as her breathing time came ever more than steadily. long moments passed, his centre glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her characteristic. First the unnatural touch to her lips fading, light pink replacing ghostly gray, then the faint warmth to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His name came from between her disunite back talk, the spectre of a sound escaping on a whisper breathing place.

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

No cite was essential save for the tightening of her hired man around his, the tapping upon his leg conveying how his stifle still uncomfortably pillow upon her other arm.

A light, amused smile 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 frame to cave in against him, her leaf strew haircloth tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her earthy aroma in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his face into her whisker, clinging to her still shaking conformation. `` I was so scared the comeback curse would n't work ... ''

Weak finger's breadth clung loosely to him, her soft panting his only reception. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her hair, combing through her drag tress, giving in to his burning itch to touch, to sense her presence directly beneath his hands.

Somehow, the tactile property of her chest panting against him relieved him in a way that just the mint of her breathing could not.

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

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

He felt a small tremor class through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the hint of a smile upon her quality.

She had note ...

He clung to her tighter, unsure of his sudden demand for physical contact. `` Have to stick ahead of you somehow ... '' He muttered lightly, relishing the way her pectus rose against his in light laughter.

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

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

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

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his forehead 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 unclouded rasping to her vocalisation, a perch aim breaking disengage from his cervix at that moment, falling onto their lace laps.

In the preceding scuffle the Kunnskap must accept snapped, for the miniature pensive had fallen, landing on Kaylens'outstretched legs, it 's chain dangling onto his own.

Kaylens'digit wrapped around it, a deep in thought face tracing her features. `` Never pictured you as one for necklaces ... ''

He scowled, taking the chain of mountains between his own fingers, fully intending to recover his property, when the intense snapping of twigs and crackling of leave, as if a sudden scuffle in a spill pile had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

clump.

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

Thump.

His fist clenched around his scepter, concealing it between them. He wanted to incite, but he knew she was in too a slight state of matter to strike quickly enough.

Another auditory sensation met his ears.

Growling ...

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

His middle, as were hers, were riveted to the desperate struggle before them, only now he was acting, hauling her to her feet, not bothering to wonder why there were lycanthrope in the day, with one acting protectively, rather than savagely.

There was not adequate time.

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

As it lunged for the putting to death, a hex to fling silver particles emerged from his scepter to meet it, and Harry had just enough time to find the precipitous pull 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 mortal peril.

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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'' Just as bravery imperils biography, fear protects it. ``
~ Leonardo da Vinci da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ Ghosts of the Past


It was sickening ... The way the dull passion encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a striver to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his deadened skin like thousands of slithering serpent, their natural language like lashings reawakening his numbed cellular mental ability with frightening vigor.

Until the loathsome fondness had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious mind'frantic protestations.

Such was the effect of wicked drumhead injuries ...

Now he was only dimly aware of the coarse strait reverberating through the room, and the interpreter, inexplicable in dialect and knife, it 's only comprehensible feature a grating hiss, filling his senses.

The little man pounding upon the Interior of his skull with his rather boastfully sledgehammer banged with frenetic desperation, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the pain sensation had been his only constant, his only sanity to the folly that was now his existence.

James Byron Dean Thomas sought release, his eyes blearily opening to witness a diabolical gloriole, one to which his private botheration paled in comparison. No amount of money of colored splotches clouding his vision could overcloud the sight before him, nor the ophidian slithering across his numbed peg, pinning his trunk to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The tincture of hind limb protruding from the serpent 's trunk, like small spurs, were dragging across his sura with suffocating force, it 's transparent breadth freezing his blood that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the storey around his bound skull.

The convulsing fall upon knockout and suddenly, his trunk lurching beneath the serpent 's weightiness unsuccessfully, the turn of his head his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the kick out contents of his own breadbasket.

The sibilation again ... The insistency was leaving, his organic structure finally able to roll free upon the crimson slicked flooring in his dizzying haze.

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

With the trepidation of one who has never been through hell, his dreary eyes rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally enunciate sass, as the ophidian large duration exerted it 's suffocating force around her small frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping body ...

The deep browned musical scale trailed away from her distressed body, covering everything in sight, the very floor appearing alive with the ophidian 's slightest effort, it 's distance impossible to discern due to the sheer wideness of it 's intercoiling ...

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

A hefty force clenched around his chin, and against his will the sorcery forced his neck to careen back, his vertebras crunching together, dangerously close to snapping as he stared at the creature commanding his very will.

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


The hunt was on.

The wolf 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's claws digging into the mud soaked forest floor, wet clump of grass scattering in it 's viewing. The only sound breaking the still death of the little move forest the harsh pounding of the humble pack feet.

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

The fragrance of live flesh had been detected upon the Saratoga chip air snaking through the hamlet only moments before, and now the pack was on the hunt, searching for the escaped soul.

No humankind were to leave alone the village.

None alive ....

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

The wolf would not again stray from the growl orders of the elder. The searing warmth welling from it 's combat injury, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing gustatory sensation of the two freshly specimens was severe admonisher of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's taste had been thoroughly satiated upon the ample flesh of the fallen, leaving the savage to make merry in the sinewy tissue caught between it 's incisors, torn from the invigorated corpses that had lain in pond of their own barely coagulated fluids.

The tormenting preference had been satisfying, yet it only served to renew it 's thirsty desperation for lively quarry.

The utmost span had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for blood coagulated firmly within bare instant, and no clotting had passed along the wolf 's tongue as it had feasted, it 's lingua so deluded by the taste, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The wounds the wildcat had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were lilliputian in comparability to it 's now slaked hunger, for the bloodline of the perfectly stiffened the fur lining it 's snout, it 's glossa lapping at it, yearning for just one more gustatory modality ...

It was then that the wolf spotted it 's new prey, a flash of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human 's question. The elderberry bush 's guttural consonant growl signified it too had spotted the fair game, it 's growling urging the wolf 's hand to pound in a faster round, a deep snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the late afternoon silence.

No humans were to get out the Village ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the Aaron Montgomery Ward when the spell commenced .... Then they were as good as drained anyway.

The senior leapt, it 's first base thrust of Fang deftly dodged as the quarry spun around the cornerstone of a trunk, it 's evasive manoeuvre effective.

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

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

It was a single flash of the human being 's hair that caused the wolf 's hesitation.

Familiarity ...

The human hung precariously, gangly feet swinging in a hanker arc, it 's scepter deal devoid and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the lustrous brightness level emitting from the man 's baton in time.

As the elder fell to the forest storey, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very soul, all indecorum was forgotten. The wolf became entirely barbarian, giving into it 's carnal desires once again as it leapt in Department of Defense, fangs bared ...

The human 's foundation connected harshly with it 's foresightful skull, but not before it 's teeth had sunk into the man 's flesh, it 's factor altering phages passing into the bloodstream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the forest floor, the human 's wand breaking from it 's range, disappearing amongst the broken arm strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the wildcat leapt upon the downed antagonist, it 's nipper digging into it 's prey 's chest of drawers, that the gnawing familiarity within it 's judgment clamped down hard.

He had bitten a human ...

A sickening impression rose up within the wolf.

The man 's freckled face was screwed up in bother, yet the man 's discombobulation regarding the wolf 's indisposition to finish him off was clearly reflected within the dingy depths of the human 's eyes.

The brute 's stomach churned, the thoroughly blow out mouthful finally allowing it to tame it 's mind, and the senior was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's savage intent was clear.

Sliding from the man 's chest, the wolf turned on the elder, conveying the necessary to not stamp out this exceptional quarry.

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

The man that had fought against the carnal savagery of his darker side, had finally lost. The evidence of his break engagement lay in the unconscious mannequin of the red headed student that he had dumped on the fringe of Town.

What the wolf did not have it off, was that the unnatural chill passing over him was the concluding conjuration being cast upon the village, and all within it.

phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The animal spoke with derision, the sudden pressure upon his face releasing, sending his head snapping into the trading floor with sling power.

The crunching of his jarred olfactory organ, nor his trouble groan, was paid no nous.

'' The pain you are feeling shall recede in time Mr. Saint Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such accidental injury. Your skull was in pauperization of prompt attention. ``

Lifting his forefront, barely capable of eliciting a brawny response from his blazon, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh blood from his face.

The drive was disagreeable, the fierce retching of his torso indicative as advance contents of his tum expelled across the floor.

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

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

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

Again his chief fell under the control of sorcery, turning to stare the cold-blooded creature in the eye.

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his head bobbed in response, his jawbone striking the base with each sequential drop.

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

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

'' But of row ... You would n't have known would you ? ``

The man with the sledge pounded relentlessly, threatening to collapse his barely healed skull, but the vein throbbing within his neck opening pulsated with fierce chroma.

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

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

He swallowed hard, choking back another wave of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's feeble breathing ringing within his auricle. How could this giant know anything of his forefather, when he, himself, did not ?

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, eyes glinting. `` Your father was knock-down, but perfidious .... In the end, his refusal to obey Order was not something that could be tolerated. ``

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

There had been no tangency since birth. It was the only knowledge he bore asides from the shadow angriness, the core out feel of abandonment that he harbored below his jocund exterior.

And now the loathsome of brute was telling him what his mother had been unable to.

His sire had been a wiz. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new cognition changed nada, save to fuel his anger.

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

The tool 's pale sassing tightened in a savage ancestry. `` What was necessary. Once he met that filthy Muggle mother of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

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

The red eyed fauna merely nodded. `` Oh yes ... You know now. He tried to run, to part with you and your mother the fortune he had in store, yet in the end we found him. '' The cunt like eye narrowed further, disappearing into his skull. `` We always find them. ``

'' You killed him ... '' He was shaking, fist curling into close balls, Hermione 's protest ringing in his capitulum, yet miraculously unheard.

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our movement in pursuit of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the serpent slithering to allow for his master room to motivate. `` If I had been wiser, I would hold realized the importance of such things to fools, but now ... ''

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

His eyes drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her darkness, exhausted eyes held his, holding the look of defiance, even as a motion picture of the ophidian 's powerful tail sent her pocket-size material body slumping against the wall, her features contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is adequate. ``

The reptile 's foreland, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to regard her victor, her rhomb plated tail assembly flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

Such was the serpents length that even stretching the length of the restroom, coiling and winding through the stalling, that there was enough scaled open left over to wind up tightly around Hermione, binding the girl effectively.

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

Splat.

The reality of the toxins within that small drop struck him toilsome than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would fill only a undivided Order from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

She could toss off them all, and Voldemort would never give birth to plagiarise a finger.

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


Beneath the sheepfold of her outwear sweater, the subtle chill of the dew stained, muddied ground seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the forest canopy, it 's dull lovingness caressing her buttock, all urged Kalliandra to shake up upon the conversant forest floor.

Her misty eyes flitted open, 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 control surface. Drawing a thick, laboured hint, she relaxed into the earth, her body conforming around the small rocks and twigs, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in helter-skelter decree around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the earth with her.

The light cinch strewing golden strands haphazardly across her fount, tickling her nose, was disregarded in ignitor of the assuagement exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic superstar of seeing the wolf 's fangs poised and bared as Potter had thrown himself between she and the creature ...

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

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

She was beginning to misplace count of the utterly brash matter he had done in her comportment, but the spirit of him stirring sent her informal enumeration right out the window.

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

A breath of ministration escaped her sass, a choked laugh falling from his own. His expression turned in the dirt, falling column inch from her own, his groggy heart reflecting the surprise filtering through both their veins.

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

The by-blow was alright ...

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

He was shaking ... The realization that she cared was something for which she was ill gear up, but the feeling of his branch instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with equal desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequential awe from her intellect.

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

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

She too was trembling, the unwished champion enticing her weaponry 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 blood line halting only as his spinal column connected with the trunk of a tree, it 's uncut bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair, his own rising to enlace in her own.

The embossment flooding through her was unnerving, her silence bought only by the stunned astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled tress winding past her berm.

It was too practically for her. After blocking so much out for so very long ... One like her was n't meant to feel, yet the easing flowing through her was undeniable. Everything was undeniable, yet she would abnegate 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.

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

His cloak was catching in the weathered barque of the tree, she could feel it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his sleeve silently conveying his desire for her to not move. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty scent lingering upon his shoe collar overwhelming her senses almost maddeningly in the meanwhile.

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

'' Damn you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her life her words were failing to address her judgement, the quality of her voice betraying it instead.

A alone hand remained intertwined in her soft lock chamber, brushing them away from her veiled face, one by one.

'' That 's the secondly time you 've done that .... '' She breathed shakily, not substance to let his brashness go so easily. `` What the hell were you thinking ... ''

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

Despite herself, her soft laughter was there, enticing his weapon to wind even tighter around her slender form. `` You 're an half-wit Potter ... '' She whispered, her light admonishment tracing across his cervix, the shaking of his arms fiercely felt as a hand fell to her waist.

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

She shook her mind, will her middle to shut, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a prospect. ``

A sad grin graced his cheek. `` So nothing has changed. ``

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

His full expression faltered, his woods coloured center betraying a sad clue of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, mitt sliding from her chin, tracing her cheekbone. `` low annoying, then clever, then stuttering ... How much do you expect me to take ? ``

Her gaze held his, the hard system of weights of the lugubriousness in his own seeping through to her. `` How much can you ? '' She softly questioned.

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

In the empty forest, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overwhelmed Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the only when consolation they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the serpent smacking her vex boldness into the paries, and there had been no amount of cognition or bravery that could prevent it from happening.

There were times when sheer knowledge failed in the expression of the upper bridge player, and dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, canny witch of their year, had fallen prey to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her clothing, dragging her from the room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was null he could do about it.

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

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The biggest mistake one can take is in failing to conceive the accuracy, when it is dangled right in forepart of them. ``

Turning to him the creature continued, it 's thick accentuation betraying the manner of speaking of one ill suited to the voice communication of man.

His variety preferred their own address, the speech of those that slithered upon their venter.

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

He shook his head vigorously, `` No, not according to you, because my female parent 's blood runs through my veins. '' Voldemort 's face was narrowing in disgust, and James Byron Dean took his clock time annunciating his future speech. `` Her filthy, Muggle stained, blood. ``

The fauna 's tone was deathly quiet, `` Your father was a pureblood, as are you. There is nothing left field to conceive on the matter. ``

Dean could only stare, hating the implicit smell upon the fauna face.

'' Your sentiment have been tainted Mr. Dylan Thomas. Indeed ... they have. Yet once you know the the true, you 'll number to realize 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 expiry for your dirty enate descent, yet you are wrong. ``

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

'' I ask you, would I have saved your living, healed your skull, if I were truly an enemy ? '' Voldemort 's searching regard roamed over him, penetrating far deeper than his outer layer of cutis, for he could almost hear the villain 's sentiment resonating within his mind.

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

Dean Thomas stared into the facial expression of evil, unwilling to believe the words pouring from the serpent 's sassing, his own only able to form a individual Bible through the penetrating opinion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

The behemoth 's actor's line were no longer discernible from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer tear his eyes from Voldemort 's, such was the king reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my fry. pull in your choice and I shall unfreeze you from this prison. ``

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

'' Oh but there is. You like so many before you just give way to see it. Yet tell me, why do the powerful fell from the filthy Muggles when we should rein ? The Muggles, rickety as they are, have imprisoned us into our mainsheet of secrecy. ``

Dean could not remove his eyes from the man, his jumbled Son making little sense.

'' For ... For their prophylactic ... ''

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

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

'' We hide from them for our own safety ! Muggles would pop our kind without a indorse glance if only presented with the chance ! ''

The entire way shook as a stall door slammed in the creature 's anger.

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

For reasons he could barely begin to savvy, James Byron 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 nauseous Mudblood Nagini is taking care of. Because I need eyes and ear to aid in the preservation of our mintage, and I think you are levelheaded enough to empathize the powerlessness of those foolish enough to stand besides that old mark that calls himself your Headmaster ! ``

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the floor in front of him, the smashing folds of the animal 's robes lost upon the dirty tile.

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

Again the unseeable force forced his header upwards, the red eyes boring into his soul.

'' shuffling your choice. ``
* * * * *


She shuddered, for it could not be stopped. No issue how tightly Tonks shut her eyes, the prototype of his flying eubstance plagued her.

Sirius.

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

Only the specter she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in waiting, beyond a velum that simple mortals could not penetrate. The Price of accessing the mystery Dog Star was now bathroom to was one she was not yet volition to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

'' An Auror risk of exposure their life history everyday Nymphadora, but the relative frequency and brashness with which you throw yours around is far too frightening ! Now severalise me, do you intentionally choose the hopeless assignment or do you just have a bent for finding them ? ``

Kingsley 's admonishments round within her skull, her eyes barely focusing upon her captor, who sat upon the rich upholstery, calmly twirling chardonnay grape within his crystalline goblet, urging her to mollycoddle in one of her own.

She was far too level-headed to swallow the alluring temptation that still sat, untouched, upon the mahogany table. A lowly tintinnabulation of diaphoresis was darkening the full-bodied wood where the goblet rested.

Lowering the ornate crystallization ware from his lips, the spook of genus Regulus Black examined her, live and well.

'' It 's a shame we never got to screw each other as children Nymphadora. '' His civilised voice informed. `` Had we, then you might just agnise that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not toxicant you. ``

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

Such had been the Leontyne Price of her wavering, the fault of her misidentification.

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

Regulus'thin brim upturned into a sift grin. `` Surely you must understand that I can not fully swear you Nymphadora. I remember how Hades bent you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His oculus fell to the Ministry of illusion crest gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well receive your self-righteous incline stunning me before we had a chance to ... catch up. ``

Her dreary center narrowed, all feature warmth long since fled. `` Old sentence it is then genus Regulus. So tell me, how was it, killing Muggles at your sea captain bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

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

'' I 'm for sure. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your murderous career failed to shoemaker's last longer. After all, you spent your hale life idolizing those cloaked in dim wonderment, but barely lasted a week amongst your precious Death Eaters. ``

Regulus stood, her narrowed optic following his track to the end of the study.

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't trifle with the big male child and girls when it came down to it ? Were n't unassailable enough ? ''

His pallid countenance peered above the chalice 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not address of thing you know naught about. ``

'' Oh but I know muckle Reggie. I may have been just a tyke when you left to conjoin them but I knew enough. ``

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

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

An inclined brow was her response, yet she paid it no judgement. The pounding of her principal was wither, and her middle were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' Regulus'representative broke in observantly, `` You will be beaming to know they are ticket. Their injury were a bit more severe than your own, but they are presently in the guest suite, receiving some well needed sleep. ``

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

He shrugged impassively, placing his wine glass onto the belittled table. `` Clearly help was needed, and you were in no shape to provide it. ``

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

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

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

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

Long minutes passed, the solitary mansion of it 's passing being the telltale ringing of the gramps clock in the corner, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible time of day of the night.

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

'' You willingly serve Muggles. Why ? ``

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

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

'' In a personal manner of speaking. ``

She groaned, never allowing her optic to leave her miraculously risen first cousin. `` For once, a heterosexual person answer genus Regulus. ``

He laughed hollowly, drumming his fingers across the small-scale mesa. `` The Death eater attempted to bolt down me Nymphadora, and I was a stigmatise demise Eater to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting regard following his path to the end of the study. `` The Muggle cosmos, ironically enough, was my sole alternative for safety. '' He continued, stopping in social movement of a large, decorative mirror, his mitt tussling his slicked hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

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

The death of a end feeder had once been a widely rejoiced upshot.

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

From her spot upon the settee, she watched as his middle studied his thoughtfulness, as if trying to decide if he liked what he saw beneath the aerofoil ...

'' I had proffered a ampul of Polyjuice potion, just enough to secure the transformation of a exclusive someone. A undivided unfortunate person soul ... ''

Her descent ran cold at his equally frozen words, for the ghostwriter of the past that stood, staring at his own reflection, appeared to be coming undone.

'' They finally found me a few days later on a Muggle avenue ... I knew I had no Thomas More time to run, but that so long as I was on a busy street, I would remain safe. They would not presume onrush in front of so many witnesses ... ''

His gaze fell from the mirror, his finger's breadth running blindly across the highly molded iron of it 's flesh.

'' The dear someone to convince had been a destitute in tatter. '' He ground out. `` Once they had drunk the potion, I disapparated. ``

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

'' I can only take on what happened following, since my eubstance was found. ``

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

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

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

The horror within her thorax was ending to exploding. `` A-a small fry ? You k-killed a child ... ''

'' Children are so oft gullible. You of all people, having been one yourself, should have a go at it this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

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

'' The urchin did not have it off the thing about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that I did. ''

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

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

She shook her head disbelievingly, her fingers wrapping around the shock absorber she sat upon. `` You 're a freak .... ''

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

'' You always have a choice ! ``

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

'' You ca n't find fault them for your alternative Regulus ... ''

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

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Sirius was able-bodied to take a crap his own ... ''

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

He spun away, facing the rampart. `` The secondment I donned the Slytherin crest he lumped me in with the residuum of our doomed family. They were all I had. '' He finished hollowly.

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

'' You 're probably right, but that is not the reality. ''

'' You 're a ego confessed manslayer. '' She replied. `` It should be. ``

'' Still living in the sheltered earth of your puerility are we ? You never could accept the cold realism of the world, not with your mum and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your idealistic fantasies ... ''

'' Better than Pureblooded homicidal mania. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high paying Book of Job that one can achieve if only they possess the right persuasion. '' His retentive finger caressed the worn wood of his baton, it 's frank end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

Her narrowed eye 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 making, the right schooling, the best references ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his observation. `` 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 word 's reference tintinnabulation true.

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a healer, or a Doctor of the Church so to speak. ``

'' Being a healer requires age of study Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to recount 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 into that ? '' Her articulation quivered with repress madness, her Einstein frantically turning over the new entropy, attempting to process it unsuccessfully.

'' Sort of. Obviously remembering charms were often used, particularly in my early on yr. But I practiced it until I got it right. ``

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

He shrugged. `` It was no speculative than the discussion they had been getting from my so-called co-worker. ``

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

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

Until then, his oculus had retained the facial expression of the dead. Until right then, Tonks would make believed that his soul was as dead as his dead body had been rumored to be.

Until then she had not realized what his hasty hazard had meant.

'' Many of them would have died had it not been for my magic Nymphadora, the conjuring trick they lack, the magic the Ministry selfishly keeps to themselves ... ''

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

He nodded, his steely gaze boring into her own. `` Yes. The girl was in bad physical body, a collapsed lung. It had been punctured by a let out rip. I can only get into she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The grimness of the situation fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have got died, and it had taken a reformed Death feeder to save up her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus Black 's resemblance to Sirius ran more than than skin deep, for suddenly she was able to see something skilful in his soul.

As if reading her intellection he spoke. `` oral presentation of my alienated public, how is that dear brother of mine ? book binding in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the newspaper that lay on the pocket-sized stand beneath the mirror. `` I saw his moving-picture show in the report a few year back. ``

She tore her centre from him for the low time since awakening. There was no longer a reasonableness to eye him suspiciously.

'' He 's all in Regulus. ''

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

It was a individual word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

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

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a roll in the hay Death feeder. The second the Ministry finds out you 're awake they 'll imprison you without tribulation. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his future words. `` I 'll be needing to utter to the Minister of magic in a closed locating then. I will not go to prison house. '' His articulation shook, `` I can not. Not until the truest goliath is gone ... ''

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

Regulus inkiness nodded resolutely. `` Good. It 's about metre I saw how truly keen that man supposedly is. ``



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