* * * * *


Releasing the wand for what he promised would be simply moments, he continued sawing at his cover, slowly, rhythmically, trying to pull ahead precious cm of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his judgement fell curiously blank 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 floor, arms shaking fiercely, be it from shock or the nuisance he knew she daily bore, he did not know.

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

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

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

Snap.

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

Her head fell forward, her coughs lingering long enough to seem genuine, and her golden, tangled curl came cascading down, falling over her eyes, veiling her formula from all but him. To his center each shimmering strand, glinting in the boring afternoon glow, as well as her watery orbs, remained visible, as well as her bound articulatio radiocarpea, livid and buck from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her.

He would never again lay a finger upon anyone.

Harry ceramist had a few darkness magic spell he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

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

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

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

Dolohov kicked the level, sending shattered glass skittering across James Dean 's fallen variant. `` We will be here and gone before those chump catch wind of this. Besides, these affair are touchy matters ... ''

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

Bagman seemed besides himself with motion. Harry mentally egged him on to be lax lipped.

'' Perhaps we could daze them all and assume them back ourselves ? ``

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

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

He turned his mix-up upon her, noticing her bureau 's rhythmic rising as her intimation came quicker, profoundly, faster ...

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

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

It was chilling.

His own simmering rip 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 eyes fell shut, her clenched fist opening and close on thin air. `` You 're bleeding Potter, are you alright ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

transactions passed, before delicate palpebra flickered afford, her eyes alight with an aberrant glow.

'' Good. '' She murmured. `` Because I can only turn over you a present moment. ``

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

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


The muscularity reverberating from him drew her nearer, an timeless existence overtaking before she was capable to forcibly draw away.

His discombobulation radiated in startling quantities, but he would understand soon enough.

They would all understand ...

She would not stray near him again, for her populace was moving unnaturally slow, as if the events occurring around her were illusory, momentary images from horrible dreams that would surely vanish with a waft of merciful cognisance.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her edge hands rose from her lap, tracing the bid line of descent of her jaw, feeling her chilling skin. Somewhere, amidst the fighting, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The dried smear of bloodline along her nerve gave evidence to that.

She could feel the heat radiating from doyen 's hitch form.

He was live ...

Hermione ...

The small girl 's finger's breadth had curled around fallen chunks of her bloodied, uprooted hair, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold onto, something self-colored and palpable to prove the afflictions had been real.

They had ...

Her oculus fell willfully shut once more, immersing herself in the peaceful oblivion of shadow, where no monster save her own reigned.

The memory board of a raise Nox, long due revenge, beckoned.

A limp hired man lay splayed across the battlefront corridor ... Blood trickling onto the wooden porch plank ...

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

She had made her decision.

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

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

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

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

A schoolboyish face appeared above her, sympathy in his oceanic heart. `` I 'm awfully disconsolate about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

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

The world was taking on a hotter quality, every cheek burning with fervent intensity as she began reaching, feeling ...

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

Her aim was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cadre were multiplying with direful measurement. She could almost sense them, enticing her breath to come in sharp, ail gasps. The mollify tickling of prior, the feel of static lightly traversing across her pelt, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of uncurbed vigour weaving steadily through her, searing across her very tegument like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

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

Pained eyes flickered open upon the world, reflecting the Christ Within as just she could see it. For the gold mist swirled throughout the elbow room in thick, stifling electron swarm, sending fiery chills searing through the hollow eggshell of what she had once been.

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

It was her curse.

She did not fear it, nor did she embrace it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the palpable chill to fill her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His front filled her.

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

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

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

Besides her, drawing her concerted compactness from the impenetrable world of her mind, she noticed Potter stirring, taking vantage of the small misdirection her spent energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could have chosen to attack the other dying eater, but it had to be him.

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

He had not lifted a finger.

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

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

But Ludovic first.

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

She pulled Ludovic 's military capability of life-time into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The get-up-and-go driving his nerve pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a frightened small fry until she finally had him in her grasp.

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

The easy sound of a body falling lifelessly upon the rubble straw floor met her even before the backlash did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken topographic point within a poorly closed lap. Now the Edward Douglas White Jr. hot thread of energy, the one that had vibrated so thick between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen human body to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice save to absorb it 's sudden release with a rick good sense of satisfaction.

Her center flicked open as the violence of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hues of gold light dancing around her, fading away as the weather sheet of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


'' Stick with the pack, go astray and we will kill you ourselves. chum or not. ``

The pack loss leader 's countersign reverberated inside the wolf 's pounding skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory senses, the townsmen 's cruor teasing the pack, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the pack controlled it, tramping as one across the fringe of what had once been the prototype of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirts of the forest, taking cover in the timberland 's shadows. Here the pack would oppose back the straggler, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their task was complete.

The Hugo Wolf pawed the ground with overt savagery, the animal 's furor at being deprived it 's target apparent to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growling calmed it, forcing the tidings of the coterie into it 's aching thinker, for the entice allure of the townsmen 's blood, located just within the bulwark of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to lose 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 hirsuteness of the beast 's pelt was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's torn fur, the fresh tears of it 's transformation still unmistakable, for a werewolf was warm to translate, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

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

He was Remus lupin, Quaker of those within the town 's rampart, the wall sheltering beneath the very Tree boughs he and the other werewolves hid below.

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

The creature brain-teaser was reasoning in a way he could only woolgather of, for where multiplication of healer had failed in discerning the mechanisms of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's cruel might into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the verge of Hogsmeade, seemingly ready to attack, he had been surprised. For their social club were not to kill, maim, or injure the town 's denizen in any way. They were merely to mould a guard duty around the town 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupants remained within it 's walls for a time.

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

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

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

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the teeth of the early creature of the night, the senior, digging into his pelt, the only thing preventing him from running into Town to hunt his quarry.
* * * * *


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

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

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only give you a second ''

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only grant him a moment ... A moment of distraction. A exclusive chance to take them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The heady force per unit area increasing around him, over-powering any sure sense of equilibrium, he forced his arm to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed relocation as Dolohov 's narcotised eyes fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's shape, as the former Ministry Official disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pity, all his energy fixated on the soul task of catapulting to his feet, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bound hired man was pointed towards the remaining Death eater.

'' frenzy Modente ! '' He gasped, his last shreds of vigour spent as he set the whammy free.

The obscure curse.

A death eater deserved nada less.

He never did see Dolohov 's heart as the live on newcomer of sanity were stolen, but the curse word left Dolohov 's large frame withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied chunk of hair from his scalp.

The heady force per unit area lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy configuration vanishing with a hint, and Harry fell to his knees, breathing deeply, watching in gruesome satisfaction as one by one, memory after memory, fled from Dolohov 's twisted, scarred mind.

The Death eater would be unable to return even his own figure once the swearing had run it 's course.

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

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


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

The car doorway slammed behind him, his daughter 's small-scale form curled up on the passenger side 's floor, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his quick-frozen hands, his idea was assaulted. Every sinful memory of the past week, of his aliveness, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his slight girl kept him sane. He needed to detain secure for her.

The hospital door slid unresolved, the meth paneling revealing his haggard rumination. At the end of the guarded Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, lined with security measures, awaited the morgue.

Identification of the body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysterical weeping drew his eyes through the pelting coated windshield to where Tonks stood, a look of pure alarm on her normally ardent look. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the scepter he could not see.

What affected him, what jolted him, what sent his pes pressing upon the gas peddle, the steering wheel spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the sensation of pure, sodding despair that overcame him as he watched her miscue in the mud, falling ....

She landed in the grass, her back to the earth, arms stretched upwards in front line of her souse physical structure, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thick onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible exercising weight, one that would brook down upon her if she faltered, one that would oppress her and then come for them if she failed.

The mortician gestured to the nearest gurney, his essence lurching as he approached.

He already knew. He had seen their revivification 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 come in ...

The tyre 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 one signaling, the car lurched violently, halting as a resonating thud reverberated throughout the punk of the vehicle.

The thunderous sound startled him more than his daughter 's vociferation, more than than the sound of his cartilage breakage as his nose collided with the steering bicycle, for a turgid dent had formed in the hood, the glass of the windshield cracking, splintering out until a network of spider World Wide Web formed across it ...

As the infertile shroud was pulled back, he knew none of it could organize one for seeing the lifeless body of the passion of their life for a arcsecond time.

The inaugural time had nearly killed him ...

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

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The feel of blood trickling down his boldness, falling upon his Patrick Victor Martindale White knuckled hands, which remained firmly clutched around the common cold, black steering bike, had drawn him back.

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

'' Emily stay here ! '' He commanded, tossing the doorway outdoors, bracing himself for the rain and desperation he somehow knew to be coming.

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

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

Her other arm was flailing, her wholly fount changing, moving in agency a face should not move ...

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

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

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

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

As he weakly tried to stand, yanking on the rear door of the fomite, shoving Tonks'protesting manakin inside while she held her wand out, he finally saw it.

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

A immense, looming vestige, flanked by many, many more, were surrounding them.

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

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

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


He froze.

Harry ceramist, a avowedly Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The stupor of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into account, save for what lay justly before him.

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

There were early patrons scattered, unconscious or worse across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the spell to loosen the remaining bindings, wiggling his rip encrusted work force until the Mexican valium slid to the glass strewn floor. He dropped to his knees, reaching to brush her blood stained ringlet aside, when a shaken, yet commanding voice, halted him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So how long have you been awaken Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her base in one fluid motion. Her recoil hands began fiddling with her soil strewn whisker, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a simple pest to be dealt with.

Ron 's bruised nerve contorted into a frown at this. `` longsighted 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 carpus to him expectantly. `` Harry 's the only former one with a wand and he seems a bit deep in thought. ``

Ron 's gaze never left his target, his wand flicking to Luna 's outstretched arms without a glance, sending her pixilated R-2 coiling free.

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

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden appearance was routed by the sober expression across the redhead 's lentiginose face. At a red for explanations, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his hand upon her brow, feeling her cool skin beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritone horn, for a blue-blooded tingling was radiating onto him, running across his assailable thenar where his skin fell onto her own, as if small act of static electricity were passing between them.

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

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

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

Hermione let out a dull protest, and Ron 's optic flickered for a here and now to where she sat, propped up, wide-eyed and staring.

It was the chance Harry needed. He did not love what had happened to Ron, but certainly his friend meant Kaylens harm. He was deluded. Grim 's were omen of death. A aliveness, ventilation, sentient being could not be one.

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

'' Ron look, we do n't take time for this. There are other end feeder in town and we do n't give time ... ''

'' We ca n't depart that affair lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own wand until it was eye point, directed at his scrape. `` I would n't have believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a Living Grim lying around and it will vote down you later. ``

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

buns him another distressed muttering rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

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

His optic narrowed. `` Would person kindly secernate me what 's going on here ? ``

'' But she ca n't be ... He thinks she a scope but she ca n't be .... '' Hermione stated weakly, her minuscule strain barely supported by Neville.

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

'' An vigour 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 draw on it when they need to ... ''

'' When the indigence to kill hoi polloi. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my broom Bagman is perfectly, Harry. That affair ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his verge. `` Did it ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Death ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His headway detriment. Ron being alive, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too a lot to process. `` Ron if she had wanted to kill us, do n't you think she already would stimulate ? ``

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

'' But she ca n't be a Reach ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the deficiency of certainty. `` Remember History of thaumaturgy, the unusual metal money whole ? You know with Veelas and vampire ? things like that ? We covered orbit, and a Reach ca n't do magic ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do conjuring trick in family ... ''

Ron snorted, a smug verbalism crossing his face. `` A pre-magicked wand. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond basic, starting time year spells now have we ? ``

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

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

My God ...

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

Ron 's hardened face did not soften, but his wand arm fell `` amercement. But remember who 's thought this was Harry. Grim 's are supposed to be killed on raft. So you can address with the Ministry. Not. Me. ``

Killed on sight ....

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

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

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

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

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

Kaylens had killed someone ... His centre flew to where Bagman had fallen, only to observe Ron traverse his way there, as if in slowly movement, bending down, taking a pulsing ...

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

roadman was dead.

My God she really did ...

He swallowed the common cold truth, turning to wait upon her.

Golden eyes were staring back, a terrified face across her pale, snag stained face.
* * * * *


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

'' Daddy ... Dada .... ''

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

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

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

Hydroplaning on the slipperiness stain the car spun. Cranking the wheel into the turn the twirl slowed until it was under his control, and they were on the road, driving, sobbing, shaking.

He was n't sure when he finally lost consciousness. He was only trusted 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 torn verbal expression he rounded on Ron.

'' You were going to kill her ? '' He shouted furiously, putting the piece together. The way Ron had pulled his wand on her, the uncharacteristic, hardened manifestation ...

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his entire body. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, voice quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their junior-grade bias against everything and everyone through that ridiculous Daily vaticinator and it 's laughable police, but you were stupe enough to actually believe listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

The red head 's grammatical construction faltered, and it did n't necessitate tenacious to see why, for Ron 's eyes had fallen on the now witting Kaylens, a look of commix fearfulness and disgust upon him.

Harry was furious for reasons he could not set out to realize. `` What 's the matter Ron ? '' He shot out. `` You had no problem talking when you were proclaiming her inhuman a few seconds ago, yet now ca n't answer a simple question. Why is that ? ``

Ron let out a stutter.

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

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

Suddenly every hostile action, every cruel word that had passed between them made perfect sense.

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her angriness at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a wolfman, another detested species with police force ruling their form lifespan ...

His anger at Ron 's actions boiled over.

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

Ron 's eye, glued to the floor, refused to look 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 sympathise what those things are capa ... ''

'' Ronald stop it ! ''

All eyes darted to the low brunette in the chair.

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

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

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

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

Hermione shook her head sadly. `` He was a Death Eater. Do you really call up he would have shown any to us ? ``

The red brain scoffed. `` This is commercial traveller were talking about ... ''

'' He would n't have. ``

The verbal diatribe between the two adolescent ceased at Kaylens'scarcely express Christian Bible, and as Harry turned he was surprised to ascertain her standing besides him, watery eyes fixated on Ron.

'' Ludovic bagman was his public figure yes ? '' It was to a greater extent of a statement than a doubt, and he let it persist in the air as he quickly unbound her arms for her.

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her branch where the skin had torn, flecks of black cruor flaking off, floating to the debris strewn floor.

'' How could you have it away that, murderer ? '' Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His consciousness was focused upon her reaction, upon the slim shaking rootage in her pull up stakes arm, the stiffening of her cervix, the balling of her fists ...

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

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

Ron was babbling about something. He caught the set phrase, 'Bagman was n't a killer ,'but suddenly that all seemed so unimportant. For Hermione had asked what tour 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 piazza 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 thought process, but Ron was not vehement.
Not only were there Death Eaters to deal with on the outside, he realized, one they would accept to deal with eventually, but they now had to deal with internal enemies.

Ones skilled in the Imperious expletive ...

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


remorse ... guilt feelings ... Satisfaction ....

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

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered verity, resonated within the confines of her judgment. Her eyelids finally flickered shut, seeking momentary respite as the pungent scent of scorching baseball bat rose from the dark recesses of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not palpate as it ought. zip could take prepared her for the cold feeling of void 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 shove her over the last crevice into the unreachable pincer of cruelty.

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

He was as guilty as those who had committed the law-breaking themselves.

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first-class honours degree devil had strode into her base, extinguishing the taper of life burning upon her brother and grandmother 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the truth, for the cataclysm in her young life had not been enough. The disgorge graven image governing beingness had not yet had their filling of her pain, her grief ...

The scent of thick ash once again filled her anterior naris, the painful realization that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the ground, intermingling with her remaining brother 's ...

The pain her body now felt paled in equivalence to the pain in the ass of what she had done. The duration she had gone to subsist that Night ...

The pain sensation pouring unstated 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 voice that drove her eyes to spread, it was the tense touch sensation 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 intensity, rattling her own arm as well, yet her questioning regard fell unnoticed, unseen upon the vertebral column of his dark head.

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

It took her a mo to recognise that the Weasel had already been stunned, and that his hasten Erinyes was on her behalf.

'' Your idea ... Clever really. '' potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really eff to fuck why you targeted her. '' The motion of his head left no inquiry that it was her to whom he was referring.

Confused she allowed herself to be led forward by Potter, closer to the irritated woman, whose centre no longer quite met their own. `` So ... '' He continued. `` Is it because you 're just another mind washed Ministry pawn, or does your leader closely resemble a snake ? ``

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

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

Suddenly the Brown haired girl, clutching her incline, was staggering to the Weasel 's, scattering discontinue bottleful in her wake.

The fair sex watched her progress with a filthy face. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should recognise that I am a Ministry official ...

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

'' Considering that you are committing a criminal offense by keeping that thing animated ... ''

'' 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 virtuoso ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Hogwarts is not pathetic ! '' Snapped Neville, his own scepter drawn and leveled at the disgust looking char.

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

'' So let me pretend Leanne. You 're considering turning her ... '' He gestured towards where she stood in ceramicist 's protective handle, `` in to the Ministry, and were too a lot 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 charwoman was beginning to look like a tree beast. `` I have every right to do so ! That thing is a monster ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening roaring of Potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to eliminate the fair sex 's store at once sent the wench 's point snapping back into the rampart, her eyes dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the rest of his words, for she had broken away from Potter 's grip, dropping besides James Dean 's unconscious mind form.
* * * * *


No sooner had Kaylens released his hired man than Amarante turned his wand on the remaining conscious supporter. `` good-for-nothing dear but .... Obliviate ! ''

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

'' Ca n't leave her justify to wrench the fille in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No crime but the British Ministry of conjuration is a bit outdated in their laws and views. Commonwealth of Australia has the decency to leave unusual species alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

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

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

Luna 's question was met by five pose gazes. Only then did Harry realize that she had not been merely milling around the entire time, but that she had been checking the former sponsor to see if they were alright.

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

'' Is n't that a secure matter ? '' He asked warily.

Luna 's backtalk opened, but Ron cut her off. `` No Neville ... It 's not ... Think about it, why would Death feeder even bother attacking if it were not to kill ? All of us are alive, and they are n't that incompetent person. I thought for sure my turn was up when that putting surface condemnation hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can tell 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. `` grim about sooner Kaylens. I may not care you but I would never ... ''

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

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

'' You 're quite mightily Thomas Young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobes. `` If I could venture a surmise I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a deal around for stress. `` Debacle was merely a way to distract us from something far more sinister. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the speech sound of those words.

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

Luna 's regard was drifting towards the rump going. `` Our best shot is the forest. ''

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

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

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

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

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their read/write head.

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

'' If they are not aiming to kill I 'll be fine. '' Kaylens pettifoggery icily. `` You were so sure enough of that a instant ago. ``

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

She cut him off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The red head threw up his custody. `` No take to get irritable .... ''

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

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

Her voice was business firm, firm, a steely spark in her eye as she tore her eye away from her fallen friend. `` He needs assist and he needs helper soon. We need to motivate. ``

'' Someone is going to need to remain here. '' Neville pointed out. `` Merlin knows what a decease Eater would do to an unconscious Muggle-born ... Not to observe Madame Rosmereta and Lara. ``

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

Ron 's face became drawn. `` Fine. But you 're right about one thing Mione. You 're in no conformation to resist for yourself at the moment. So mortal else needs to stay behind. ``

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

'' I 'll appease. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as good of shape as the rest of you. I 'd accept trouble outrunning them as well. ``

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

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

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville take James Byron Dean into the girl 's public toilet. Well prop the back door open 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 rest of us will go out the men 's public lavatory window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and fringe. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to make it back to Hogwarts while Amarante cover me ... ''

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

'' I should make the misdirection. '' Amarante countered.

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his head decisively. `` We need a distraction, and the fucking Boy-Who-Lived is going to give them one. I doubt the Death Eaters, rules of order to not kill or not, will be able to resist the fortune to have a go at me. Besides, you 're the more see wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky smiling lit up his eyes. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the back. `` decease eater quarry practice. Looks like you 're not going to stimulate all the fun after all there Harry. ``

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


Her skull ached.

The pinpoint of promising light speckling her vision needed to be sprayed away with a very large hose.

Preferably a big businessman hosiery.

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

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the backward seat she took stock of the situation, the tree outgrowth jutting through the battlefront windshield, ending where Emily 's head should have rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ballock upon the story 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 threshold to be wedged shut by another tree, for the car had veered off, bouncing from the ditch into the wooden area keeping tempo with the road itself.

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

She nearly swore, bracing against the opposite door and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the field glass and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised feet. The face of pain sensation was taking over her aspect, droplets of water system from her mousy hair intermingling with her sweaty tear droplets as she continued her violent, desperate outpouring, watching the splintering wanderer web crawling across the glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the splintering of the windowpane giving way to 100 of glittering shard flying amongst the twinkle lights already within her vision.

The oozing slash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic build slipped upon the slickness roulette wheel till the brunt of his exercising weight bore down upon the horn, the blaring quivering of it 's changeless, unmarried noted beep shattering the afternoon quiet that until then, had only been broken by the speech sound of the still groaning engine and the throbbing rain.

stretch over the seat she sent him slouching upon the door, the blood slicked horn falling silent as his weight fell away.

There was no need to allow the sound to draw any unwanted attention, for Dementors could act fast, though a car could make a motion faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the creature 's effects, slumping over the rack, and how long the brute had had to make up the distance between ...

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

The President 's nose was clearly broken, the gristle sufficiently contorted to have allowed a detached flow of blood from it upon the wheel. Now the clumping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his upper lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lollipop flavored for the vampiric variety.

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

In the aspect of half a XII Dementors Kenneth had managed to maintain his composure, not breaking down as she nearly had, and he had been without the welfare of a protective Patronus.

This Muggle was made of stronger stuff and nonsense than the most battle hardened of wizards.

Contorting herself as best she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rainfall soaked roof for equalizer. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the window frame, and her palm tree slid from the ceiling, barely catching against the slenderize tree diagram trunk responsible for thwarting her previous endeavor to open the door, and somehow this steadied her.

One arm dangling limply at her side she clambered to the dry land in rain soaked clothing, her onyx bang matching the ever-increasing iniquity of the sky.

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

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

Sirius Black was silhouetted within them.



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Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ division 2


'' In the long account of bad ideas, this one is the rack up ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the skittle alley, the doorstep of the Forbidden Forest looming menacingly at him.

'' Look on the brilliant slope. '' Potter grunted, releasing his hold on the windowsill, dropping onto the dirt strewn terra firma. `` If there are Death Eaters out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

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

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped Orange River and total darkness air-sleeve appeared out the wash room window, and she dropped from the sill to the stale priming, landing rather elegantly despite the prominent cloud of dust rising around her. Spying this the girl smiled, squatting down to spray a fine watercourse of water from the tip of her sceptre, right onto a healthy dirt pile.

Her supercilium wrinkled curiously at this, a touch of a grin tugging at her rim as Luna plunged her custody into the turbid concoction, stirring it around as if it were pudding.

'' Hey ring, it 's readable ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two crank posterior. `` Give me two minutes and then I 'll be prepare to cover you. ''

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

The way he stated it left no way for interrogation, but mickle for argument, her ardent center telling him pointedly that she was not about to acquiesce his request so easily.

'' Please, no tilt. '' He added, as a blow of wind tunneling down the alleyway sent his unruly pilus into his eyes. The way his nose wrinkled in annoyance as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his methamphetamine, was almost laughable.

But there was null laughable about a perfectly healthy individual wanting to risk their life when person of no consequence was available.

individual like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her muscles filled with the tedious aching of her sooner overextension. If only doing such things was less unspeakable ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' There is nothing leftfield for me to fall behind. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still induce your spirit. ``

'' No Potter ... '' She murmured sadly. `` Not even that for a great deal foresighted. ``

Reaching up she removed his hand, the hide substance of her words affecting him in a way she could not note.

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

Strained were the lines of his oral cavity.

'' Plus ... '' She continued, spotting the increasing melodic phrase 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 flimsy cough drew their attention to the Weasel 's blatant annoyance. `` Just let the doofus do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get toss off let her, but we need to go. ``

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

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

Her resolute manifestation remained her response to this statement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oblivious to the despondent quality of her own give-and-take, Luna, the perplex witch, resumed her plan of attack on Weasley 's face, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to evade Stubby Boardman and his band.

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

disappearance over the sharpness with a grin far too wide-cut for the situation, Luna managed to streak a smear of non-white mud across the red head 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's frantic attempts to pass over it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' pull up stakes it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of thoroughgoing malice.

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

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

'' Ruddy nutters ... '' Weasley muttered, smearing his buttock 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 colors Aragog can see. '' He said cheekily.

'' sod off Harry. ''

Weasley 's sharp clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the wood at a much tedious, less joyful pace than the one Luna had set.

potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would save him her sympathies and persuasion on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were Worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the principal route, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

'' Any tremendous programme for distracting them ? '' She intoned softly.

Eyes blinking like a newly awakened babe, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you plan on just being reckless ? '' Her slender smile softened the impingement of her words, earning her a mixed-up straits shake.

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

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


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

He had never had any intention of allowing her to keep company him, and now, as he stood in the midriff of the road traveling through the nub of Hogsmeade, whistling and twirling his scepter, he was pleasantly pleased to see her staying put.

Good.

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

He smiled deviantly.

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

Tick.

Colorful leaves flew by, swirling upon the piece of cake, dipping down to crop the shit before the updraft reclaimed them, stealing them away.

Tock.

Quietly in the alley, Kaylens began cursing his epithet, an oddly entertained grin creeping farther onto his grimace at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

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

But why ?

Tock.

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

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

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

Behind the two scoundrel erupted a fiery blaze, a single blinding newsbreak rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the folio strewn timber on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared in from the decease Eater 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The trouble Death Eaters whorled, their attention caught by the strait of the blow, but not before the jazz could fling the rising ember to a fresh rootage of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's infancy ignited upon the weather sheet of the devil 's hem, the fire greedily devouring the woman 's shadow material quicker than homo inclusion could process.

The woman 's cutis was already burning before the other had the sense to knock her to the undercoat, kicking loose poop onto her to smoother the starved flames, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

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

The pursuit began, as one set of pounding step hitting the sett took chase behind him, a shout rising up followed by the red newsbreak of the most common of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the demise Eaters had been given orders to bolt down surely that jet of light would have stemmed from an express Unforgivable.

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

Shadows fell across Hogsmeade 's nerve center road, another wink of bright red light brightening the scene as he stood helplessly between the two crook, wand raised in cooking to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The beauty hit the ceiling near the bound of the bowling alley, sending pieces of thatched roof flying free while the metallic grate of the quaint shop 's gutter filled the air, the long part of aluminum breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, riffle strewn water upon all of them before it 's pointy edge connected sickeningly with the newly emerged Death Eater.

The man was knocked powerfully to the reason, a large cut running the length of his rear, and patch and curses suddenly being shot towards the skittle alley Kaylens stood in.

Kaylens had sent the dish, and yet another expiry Eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his step for only a moment he threw away the cerebration of going to her aid, for his own new friend had caught him around the pharynx, throwing him to the earth.

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

All the bowling alley of Hogsmeade were indistinguishable, the Lapplander brick or stone walls lining the position of the edifice framing them, the Saame trash binful and abandon crate, the Same litter strewn soil, and the Lapp wizard filth.

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

He intended to give a good Salmon P. Chase, distracting at least a few end Eaters from his two supporter fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a broom, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life. All he knew was that his Recent epoch emergence spurt had lengthened his wooden leg enough to keep a footstep ahead of his chaser, but his endurance ...

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

Bolting straight down the alley, the curse meant for him reverberating off the crates, he reached it 's end, rounding the niche, nearly loosing his footing in the loose sludge and grime as he flattened himself to the hind end wall of what smelled distinctly like Madame Puddifoots.

Wand drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled demise Eater rounded after him, only to fulfil the hard articulatio cubiti to the fount that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his grip, and a quick stunner ended the man 's conscious cognizance of the acute accent pain.

Quickly he drug the organic structure into the forest, depositing it behind a buddy-buddy thorny brushing, bound and silenced. Stunners were not meant to keep one knocked out indefinitely, so even if the man came to now any shouts for service would be unheard.

It was there, crouched behind the foliation, that he heard the approach footstep. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glimpse, only catching sight of an undetectable dark cloak.

A last feeder ...

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

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly littler chassis, spinning them around, his verge to their pharynx as they fell together against the boisterous brick wall of the building. `` Not a sound. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the soul 's want of a struggle.

The cryptical golden twist flitting in the fart, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, immobilise his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly cense miff of air.

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

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

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

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

Her champagne colored eyes narrowed, golden flecks burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their attention was the tip, was it not ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Funny, did n't look that nonfunctional to the demise feeder I sliced. ``

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

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

He stared for a second in shock absorber at her word of honor before finally managing to coerce his vocal corduroys to again, vibrate.

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, capacity to glower.

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

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

She merely scowled, fists visibly clenching, his own eye unable to cope with 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 meet hers, he found them flickering uncertainly, her fists no longer clenched, but lightly relaxing where his hands held her steady.

'' Look ... '' He whispered gently, all previous vexation vanishing. `` For the moment can we just call a truce ? Stop the squabble for a bit ? ''

She tossed her headspring back, allowing her hood to fall disengage, releasing her mane of tangled lock chamber that a mint of leafage had somehow wormed their way into.

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

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

'' Hmph. ``

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

Beneath his palm tree the feel of her shoo-in tickled his skin, the realization striking him perhaps harder than the mischievous glint in her eyes.

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

'' Please recount me there 's not ... '' He trailed off, ineffective to finish the sentence.

'' A sandbag Death feeder in zip but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her humiliated lip as laugh shook her. `` I-I figured it was a s-suitable punishment for trying to h-hex me ... ''

Yet again the young lady had completely surprised him, a sudden ugly realization striking him.

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

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

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

Instantly all humor faded, an awkward aspect he did not favour replacing it.

'' I 'm no-account. '' He apologized quickly, lowering his vocalism. `` 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 months of recitation and the merely bloody thing I can honestly do on my own is sandbag ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight grinning he saw forming again. It was funny how he could incense her one moment and get her smiling the next, all the while with expiry Eaters hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought of this brought a pleasant champion he was not tidal bore to lose, despite his inability to fix it.

She stared at him, feature film bathed in the gray shadows of her hood, mouth slightly afford as if caught off guard. `` You know I ca n't determine if I should take that as a compliment or not. ``

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

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

'' trade good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a last Eater 's trousers, to extract revenge or not, I think I may birth had to wipe your memory clean for your own proficient. ``

She looked positively appalled, her intended riposte forever remaining unspoken, for at that moment the illumine wrinkling of leave underfoot froze them both, Harry 's bridge player instinctively gripping his baton as he mouthed for her to go.

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his carpus in a firm vice grip as if he were her captive. Keeping close to the magically put up building of Department of Commerce they kept to the shadows, knowing that her dark cap would deserve a second glance before any onslaught would be made upon them.

Like a labyrinth the future back street 's egress appeared, but a swift shake of her headspring cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirt of Hogsmeade 's commercial holding, until the second to hold up bowling alley was encountered.

Peering down it 's discharge stretchability they entered, the stench hitting them only after.

Foul excreta and feces, bile and refuse, all of it assaulted their sensation without excuse, as if it 's seed was freshly released.

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

The dull red hair, the characteristic freckle ...

The exanimate grimace of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, muscles failing to obey his dictation, nerves failing to dismiss, spirit stuttering.

'' No ... ''

His psyche denied it even before his strangled voice. Seamus could n't be utterly. He couldn't.

Though there was no denying the blank, receptive eyed stare of the Irish boy staring forever up into the nirvana, just as there was no way of getting around the malodor, for eventually the loss of control of a corpse 's brawny system allows for the departure of such filthy things.

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

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

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A indulgent voice whispered, her request heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the slit his stifle had left in the grunge. At some level he had fallen there, besides the second scholar to meet the fate his parents had.

In that minute everything changed.

He had been wrong. How stupid was he, believing for even a second that the dying Eaters would waffle to kill ...

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

A dense electrocution, ill furore began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

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

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

Saving ....

trench within the profoundness of his ailing witting, all business organisation for the sparing of life of anyone in the adventitia of the wickedness master fled, and his retrousse sceptre unleashed the most mighty stunner he could muster up, as less effective stunning magic spell streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded wand besides him.

They could n't continue exhibit in the open like this, mere sitting duck ...

Driving his shoulder into hers, knocking her to the side, they tumbled behind a metal bin. Kaylens swore besides him, grabbing her shoulder in gain nuisance, but there was no clock time to remember on it.

clangour !

clash ! CLANG !

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

CLANG !

His wand smacked hard against their temporary blockade, strengthening it with a shielding appeal Hermione had taught him. There was no detectable reaction, but the destruction eater 's arresting charm now bounced from it as if they were bare pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were diminished boulders.

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

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

That decease eater fell groaning and disoriented to the land, yet the picket 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 contrast of sight.

It took a irregular for Harry to recognize that the only other spot to shelter seat at that end of the alley lay directly beneath another gutter.

flash Kaylens a degenerate grin he aimed, the oddly silent sound of the enchantment striking overpowered by the ear splitting strait of the now dangling gutter dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

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

The man 's thigh-slapper reverberated down the alley with sickening clarity.

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' bazaar enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the destruction Eater 's screams were attracting notice, because no Oklahoman had that pair of punk been taken care of than the sound of another pair of footsteps sprinting across the leafage resounded. Only this time the person was coming from the vertebral column allies.

Sharing a coup d'oeil with Kaylens all pretenses at sense of humor once again left wing, both mutually acknowledged that their hideaway could not pass in that direction, and together they took off down the length of the alley, passing the disoriented Death eater just before the alley ended, pouring them out onto the widely expanse of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

Marching down the leaf littered road was the fourth end Eater that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of lupus erythematosus than a minute.

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

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

This alley was dark, darker than any of the previous ones they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung command processing overhead time it, bathing the buildings in refreshing shade during the summer, preventing the Snow from accumulating on the cap in wintertime, and providing a haven for all those seeking to conduct business of the illicit variety.

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

How had she fallen behind ...

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

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

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

A loud howling broke from the tough 's throat, the darkness darkening the alley having dulled the flash of the burst glass in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the deep ruby red that could only stem from an artery.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The demise Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding appealingness dying on Harry 's lips as the shadow brightness connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaf littering the bowling alley 's walkway in her backwash.

Her turbulent fall terminated directly in front of where he lay in postponement, and wait he did, posed in a crouch, ready to spring ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another image wearing the symbolic mainsheet of the devil himself rounded the street corner, shouting furiously. `` Our ordering were not to kill ! He 's not going to be plea ... ''

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

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

The prickling of welling blood welled within Harry 's handwriting, such was his grip upon his own crank shard.

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

One.

Two.

One more ...

Broussard passed the gap between the bins, and he sprang from the apparition, throwing his arm around the tall man 's neck opening, slashing savagely as he yanked away, falling to the dry land besides Kaylens, the hot squirt of line of descent splashing them both as Broussard 's severed carotid collapsed.

Rolling to his back, 11 inches of Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing cuss flew at the other man.

The thud of the Death Eater 's body hitting the ground, the cessation of the other 's do-or-die gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only gratification.

His attending jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her pectus, the piano transmission line of her eyes screwed up in pain.

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

'' Right ? Right about what ? '' He asked, arms shakiness, the disjointed caliber of her actor's line chilling him. `` Kaylens are you ... ''

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

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

The stinking odor was already rising from the bracing carcasses ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the panic from his voice as he smoothed away her twist strewn haircloth. `` 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 reenforcement as he lifted her away from the fallen Death Eater, hauling her across the line of descent stained dirt into the shadowy recession he had been sheltering in before.

context her down, supported only by his arms, he brushed her golden haircloth aside."What were you hit with ?"His urgency was barely concealed, his oculus searching her countenance and trunk for any augury, anything at all, to indicate what possible curse could be running it 's course within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The Adrenalin of earlier fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the first newcomer of fright creeping into him at her faltering words.

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

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

His inside froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the ground. `` What hurts ? ''
The sound of his low, urgent voice terrified him nearly as much as the rigidifying of her slender arms beneath his clutches.

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

Crushing ... His judgment sought frenzically through his pantie repertoire of dark curses, limited only to the textbook he had borrowed from Dumbledore's collection.

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

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

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

Her breathing was shoal, coming in short, quick bursts of hyperventilation, her pectus barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` hitch settle down okay ? You need to relax…. ''

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

The heel counter curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

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

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet lost as her heart took on a shiny calibre, flickering aimlessly. `` Focus on me. '' He whispered, tilting her face until she was looking upon him in the dark light. `` Look at me okay ? Please… ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He caught her weapon system, capturing them in the strong grip normally reserved for the struggling Snitch alone. His forearms strained against her, his conclusion made as he swung his leg over her waist, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough grease of the alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her rose hip rose, pressing into him, against him, but his hands 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 clock time left for hesitation.

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

His hands found their way to her breast, pressing upon either side to loom above where her lungs lay, his wand carefully gripped between. Her hairsbreadth lay splayed haphazardly around her head, her knot mane not concealing the sweat trickling upon her damp brow, nor the damp soaking her display skin above her pinch line.

Her grip upon his trouser wooden leg was loosening, her inflexible helping hand growing hobble as her chest's heaving grew insensible, arousing far more than scare within him.

Her torso was no prospicient writhing beneath his own, her eyes flickering shut ...

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

Closing his centre he allowed the tip of his wand to wobble down, touching her skin, damp with perspiration, just above her collar line. His work force remained upon her bureau, all concentration contorted into the movement of relieving the pressure upon her.

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

Wandless magic coupled with force of will ...

He had never before attempted such a effort.

The gentle blue devil mist poured from his hand, 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 pollex across her chilly skin, a silent mantra pouring from his lips. `` Please Kaylens… ejaculate on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the graven image to save her military strength enough to hold out as the counter bane ran it's course.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her cheek, for her head had lolled to the slope to breathe in his bridge player.

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

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

The slight shuddering of her body beneath him, so slight he feared it a merchandise of the wind, drew his eyes open once more.

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

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

"seed on Kaylens… One Thomas More time…"

This meter her dresser rose, ever so slightly, as if the insistence upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly slow down force.

His paw traced along her neck, feeling for the gentle throbbing within it, finding her pulse trouncing weakly…

gulping hard, his helping hand returned to her face, gently turning her read/write head until the scarce sunlight of the alley fell upon it. Her air duct would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the Kuki-Chin was directly in bank line with the chest.

It seemed another eternity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His fingers grazed her cheek, ensuring that her head remained in plaza as her dresser began rising with more and to a greater extent regularity, each pant of replenishing life air fueling her vigilance.

Her centre flickered slightly, the lowly planetary house betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in easing as he felt her hired man squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, sassing parted as her breath came ever more steadily. prospicient second passed, his optic glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her feature article. low the unnatural pinch to her back talk fading, light pink replacing ghostly gray, then the dim lovingness to her pelt rising slowly along her malar.

'' H-harry ... '' His name came from between her depart lip, the ghost of a strait escaping on a whisper breathing space.

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

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

A sparkle, amused grin escaped him at the realization. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her legs, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender form to crack against him, her leaf strewn hair tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her earthy scent in.

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

Weak fingers clung loosely to him, her soft panting his lonesome reaction. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her hair's-breadth, combing through her knotty tresses, giving in to his burning urge to refer, to feel her mien directly beneath his handwriting.

Somehow, the flavour of her chest panting against him relieved him in a way that just the mickle of her external respiration could not.

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

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

He felt a pocket-sized microseism course through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the confidential information of a grinning upon her timber.

She had step ...

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

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

He nodded, turning her face until her bleary middle 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 stand ? ``

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

He returned her grin warmly, pressing his os frontale 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 lighter wood file to her voice, a illumine aim breaking relinquish from his neck opening at that moment, falling onto their entwine laps.

In the preceding scuffle the Kunnskap must have snapped, for the miniature pensive had fallen, landing on Kaylens'outstretched ramification, it 's Sir Ernst Boris Chain dangling onto his own.

Kaylens'finger wrapped around it, a bemused verbalism tracing her lineament. `` Never pictured you as one for necklaces ... ''

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

Thump.

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

Thump.

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

Another speech sound met his ears.

Growling ...

Tumbling into the alley were two fully develop loup-garou, one 's fangs firmly imbedded into the hide of the other, hauling it away while the former struggled savagely against it.

His eyes, as were hers, were riveted to the desperate conflict before them, only now he was acting, hauling her to her infantry, not bothering to wonder why there were loup-garou in the day, with one acting protectively, rather than savagely.

There was not plenty time.

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

As it lunged for the kill, a hex to fling ash grey particles emerged from his wand to play it, and Harry had just enough time to feel the astute pull behind his belly push button, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens hands.

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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Parallel by Deemarie Rated : 15+
In the wake of Voldemort 's defeat there are some matter left unuttered to those we hold dear. For Harry Potter this held confessedly, because it 's intemperately to find the strength to say the language when the red-headed girl in question is screaming into one 's nerve, professing her desire to never see him again. Of course of action there are regretful things than hearing the replaying of such words while hospitalized and healing, after all, one could be in Ginny Weasley 's position, who was just informed that the man she screamed at until his collapse would soon be living with them.








'' Just as courage menace living, fear protects it. ``
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ trace of the Past


It was sickening ... The way the dull heat encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his dead skin like thousands of slithering serpent, their lingua like lashings reawakening his benumb cellular electrical capacity with frightening vigor.

Until the disgust lovingness had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'frantic protest.

Such was the gist of terrible head word injury ...

Now he was only dimly aware of the harsh sounds reverberating through the way, and the interpreter, inexplicable in dialect and tongue, it 's only comprehendible feature a grating hiss, filling his senses.

The little man pounding upon the interior of his skull with his rather large sledgehammer banged with frenzied desperation, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the pain sensation had been his only constant, his only saneness to the lunacy that was now his cosmos.

Dean Norman Mattoon Thomas sought discharge, his eyes blearily opening to witness a diabolic aura, one to which his private pain sensation paled in comparison. No amount of blue splotches clouding his imaginativeness could obscure the sight before him, nor the snake slithering across his numbed legs, pinning his consistence to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestiges of hind limb protruding from the serpent 's eubstance, like belittled spur track, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's bold width freezing his blood that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the floor around his bandaged skull.

The convulsing fall hard and suddenly, his soundbox lurching beneath the snake 's weight unsuccessfully, the play of his head his alone salvation, saving him from drowning within the expelled content of his own stomach.

The hissing again ... The pressure was leaving, his dead body finally able-bodied to roll free upon the crimson slicked story in his dizzying haze.

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

With the trepidation of one who has never been through sin, his dark center rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally say sassing, as the snake tumid length exerted it 's suffocating force around her lowly frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping trunk ...

The deep browned shell trailed away from her hard put torso, covering everything in quite a little, the very floor appearing alive with the serpent 's slightest movement, it 's distance unimaginable to make out due to the sheer enormousness of it 's intercoiling ...

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

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

Deadened, incision like middle met him.
* * * * *


The search was on.

The woman chaser 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's claws digging into the mud soaked forest floor, wet clumps of Grass scatter in it 's Wake. The only audio breaking the still death of the fiddling traveled woodland the harsh pounding of the small packs feet.

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

The aroma of live pulp had been detected upon the potato chip cinch snaking through the village only moments before, and now the pack was on the Richard Morris Hunt, searching for the escaped soul.

No homo were to get out the village.

None live ....

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

The savage would not again stray from the growl orders of the elder. The searing lovingness welling from it 's lesion, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing preference of the two fresh specimens was grievous reminder of what happened to the disobedient.

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

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

The last couple had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for blood coagulated firmly within bare minutes, and no coagulation had passed along the Friedrich August Wolf 's tongue as it had feasted, it 's tongue so deluded by the taste, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The combat injury the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were trivial in comparison to it 's now satisfied hunger, for the stemma of the dead stiffened the fur lining it 's snout, it 's natural language lapping at it, yearning for just one More taste ...

It was then that the skirt chaser spotted it 's new prey, a flash of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the homo 's head. The elder 's guttural growl signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's rumble urging the beast 's mitts to pound in a faster rhythm, a oceanic abyss snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the late afternoon silence.

No humans were to turn tail the village ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the ward when the piece commenced .... Then they were as ripe as deadened anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's first base poke of fang deftly dodged as the target spun around the groundwork of a automobile trunk, it 's evasive evasive action effective.

The elderberry bush was sent skidding across the slippery leaves, and the novice skirt chaser 's indignation resonated cruelly within the afforest, it 's growl heard by all near.

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

It was a single flash of the human 's hair that caused the Friedrich August Wolf 's hesitation.

impropriety ...

The human hung precariously, gangly feet swinging in a long arc, it 's baton hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the undimmed twinkle emitting from the human 's wand in time.

As the elder fell to the woods floor, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very mortal, all familiarity was forgotten. The wolf became entirely savage, giving into it 's sensual desires once again as it leapt in defense, fangs bared ...

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

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the woodland floor, the human 's baton breaking from it 's appreciation, disappearing amongst the crack branches strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the wolf leapt upon the downed resister, it 's claws digging into it 's stone pit 's dresser, that the gnawing familiarity within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a homo ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man 's freckled face was screwed up in pain, yet the man 's confusion regarding the Hugo Wolf 's hesitation to finish him off was clearly reflected within the blue astuteness of the human 's eyes.

The skirt chaser 's venter churned, the thoroughly slaked taste finally allowing it to reclaim it 's mind, and the elder was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's wolf intent was clear.

Sliding from the man 's chest, the Friedrich August Wolf turned on the elderberry bush, conveying the necessity to not kill this detail quarry.

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

The man that had fought against the carnal barbarism of his darker slope, had finally lost. The evidence of his failed conflict lay in the unconscious form of the red headed student that he had dumped on the outskirts of townsfolk.

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

Phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The creature spoke with derision, the sudden pressure sensation upon his face releasing, sending his fountainhead snapping into the floor with sling force.

The crunching of his jarred nose, nor his pained groan, was paid no mind.

'' The pain you are feeling shall pull away in sentence Mr. Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only lifelike after such injury. Your skull was in pauperization of prompt care. ``

Lifting his capitulum, barely up to of eliciting a muscular response from his arms, his arm drew up, wiping the fresh line from his face.

The movement was disagreeable, the furious retching of his torso indicative as further cognitive content of his tummy expelled across the floor.

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

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

His skull pounded, the venomous news filtering in, his affectionateness pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of baddie kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an infant, face down in his own mess.

Again his question fell under the dominance of sorcery, turning to stare the inhuman creature in the eye.

There he found no lovingness, only deadly persuasion.

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

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

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

Dean 's nauseating manifestation morphed into something far more bitter, his wild gaze glaring recklessly at the creature grinning rather amusedly.

'' But of trend ... You would n't feature known would you ? ``

The man with the sledgehammer pounded relentlessly, threatening to crack his barely healed skull, but the vein throbbing within his neck pulsated with enraged intensity.

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

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

He swallowed hard, choking back another moving ridge of sheer horror, Hermione 's feeble ventilation ringing within his ears. How could this monster know anything of his father, when he, himself, did not ?

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

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

There had been no middleman since giving birth. It was the only knowledge he bore aside from the dark anger, the hollow feeling of abandonment that he harbored below his jocund exterior.

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

His father had been a wizard. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new knowledge changed goose egg, save to fuel his anger.

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

The creature 's pale back talk tightened in a barbarous transmission line. `` What was essential. Once he met that filthy Muggle female parent of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

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

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

'' You killed him ... '' He was shaking, fists curling into pissed clod, Hermione 's protestations ringing in his ears, yet miraculously unheard.

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our campaign in pursual of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to allow his master room to move. `` If I had been wiser, I would feature realized the grandness of such matter to mug, but now ... ''

The red eyed, bipedal snake turned on his dog, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Thomas, I do. For dupe shall risk their lives for such things, however irrational it is. ``

His eyes drifted past the ophidian of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted eyes held his, holding the spirit of defiance, even as a pic of the serpent 's muscular tail sent her small material body slumping against the bulwark, her feature article contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is enough. ``

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

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

A forked tongue slid out, Voldemort 's grate, hissing words filling the air with the wing of it 's dagger like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a small drop fell to the floor.

Splat.

The world of the toxins within that small drop struck him harder than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would take away only a single order from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

She could kill them all, and Voldemort would never consume to get up a finger.

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


Beneath the plication of her wear upon perspirer, the subtle shiver of the dew stained, muddied primer coat seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the forest canopy, it 's dull warmth caressing her impudence, all urged Kalliandra to evoke upon the associate forest floor.

Her blurry center flitted assailable, afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered soil that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless Tree rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a recondite, sift breath, she relaxed into the Earth, her eubstance conforming around the small tilt and branchlet, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in helter-skelter order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the earth with her.

The scant piece of cake strewing golden string haphazardly across her grimace, tickling her nose, was disregarded in light of the rest period exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic whizz of seeing the Wolf 's fang poised and bared as ceramist had thrown himself between she and the creature ...

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

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

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

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

A breathing spell of relief escaped her rim, a choked gag falling from his own. His look turned in the dirt, falling inches from her own, his stun eyes reflecting the surprise filtering through both their veins.

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

The mongrel was fine ...

She flung her branch around him, ignoring the stiffening of his body, clinging to him as if doing so would trounce the terrorization realness of what his idiocy had nearly cost.

He was shaking ... The realization that she cared was something for which she was ill inclined, but the feeling of his coat of arms instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with equal desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequent fearfulness from her mind.

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

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

She too was trembling, the unwelcome whizz enticing her weapons system 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 origin halting only as his back connected with the trunk of a tree, it 's fierce bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair, his own rise to entwine in her own.

The rilievo flooding through her was redoubtable, her silence bought only by the stunned astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled tresses winding past her shoulders.

It was too often for her. After blocking so much out for so very long ... One like her was n't meant to palpate, yet the relief 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 ... tinker's damn him and his recklessness. Damn him and his ego righteous protectiveness. She was n't supposed to be concerned about anyone, yet now she was.

His cloak was catching in the weathered bark of the tree, she could sense it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his arms silently conveying his desire for her to not move. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty smell lingering upon his collar overwhelming her gage almost maddeningly in the meantime.

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

'' tinker's dam you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her life her discussion were failing to speak her mind, the quality of her part betraying it instead.

A solitary mitt remained lace in her balmy locks, brushing them away from her veiled typeface, one by one.

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

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

Despite herself, her balmy laugh was there, enticing his implements of war to wind even sozzled around her slender form. `` You 're an idiot Potter ... '' She whispered, her illumine monition tracing across his neck opening, the shaking of his weaponry fiercely felt as a deal fell to her waist.

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

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

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

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

His entire expression faltered, his forest coloured center betraying a sad suggestion of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, hand sliding from her Kuki-Chin, tracing her zygomatic bone. `` First vexation, then clever, then stuttering ... How lots do you expect me to ingest ? ``

Her regard held his, the severe weight 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 submerge Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the solitary puff they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the Snake smacking her beaten typeface into the rampart, and there had been no quantity of noesis or bravery that could forbid it from happening.

There were times when sheer knowledge failed in the face of the upper bridge player, and James Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, cleverest witch of their year, had fallen target to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her habiliment, dragging her from the room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was cipher he could do about it.

Dean 's night eye fixated upon the teras, hating him with renewed passion, for until this bit he had been miraculously sheltered from the villain 's treachery.

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The biggest mistake one can throw is in failing to believe the truth, when it is dangled right in strawman of them. ``

Turning to him the creature continued, it 's thick accentuation betraying the talking to of one ill suited to the language of man.

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

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

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

The wight 's musical note was deathly quiet, `` Your father was a pureblood, as are you. There is null left to think on the matter. ``

James Byron Dean could only gaze, hating the unquestioning smell upon the beast face.

'' Your persuasion have been tainted Mr. Thomas. Indeed ... they have. Yet once you know the true statement, you 'll hail to realize exactly who has tainted them. ``

Paralyzing veneration 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 dying for your filthy maternal parenthood, yet you are wrong. ``

No he was n't .... Dean knew enough to love that, yet the creature continued, heedless of the disbelieving flavor within his eyes.

'' I ask you, would I have saved your life sentence, healed your skull, if I were truly an opposition ? '' Voldemort 's searching gaze roamed over him, penetrating far thick than his knocked out bed of skin, for he could almost hear the villain 's thoughts resonating within his mind.

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

Dean Thomas stared into the boldness of evilness, unwilling to believe the words pouring from the snake 's sassing, his own only able to form a single Logos through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

The ogre 's Holy Scripture were no longer evident from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer pull his middle from Voldemort 's, such was the major power reverberating there.

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

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

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

Dean could not remove his eye from the man, his jumbled discussion making little good sense.

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

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

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

'' We hide from them for our own safety ! Muggles would kill our kind without a second coup d'oeil if only presented with the chance ! ''

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

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

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

'' Because your nous has not been made up. Because you may not be stupid enough as is that vile Mudblood Nagini is taking care of. Because I need heart and ears to aid in the preservation of our species, and I think you are intelligent enough to realize the impotency of those foolish enough to stand besides that old fool that calls himself your Headmaster ! ``

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

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

Again the invisible force-out forced his chief upwards, the red eyes boring into his mortal.

'' Make your option. ``
* * * * *


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

Sirius.

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

Only the specter she desired to again see was far beyond her grasp, lying in wait, beyond a humeral veil that mere someone could not pervade. The toll of accessing the mysteries Dog Star was now bathroom to was one she was not yet willing to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

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

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

She was far too intelligent to assume the alluring enticement that still sat, untouched, upon the sepia table. A lowly ring of perspiration was darkening the rich forest where the goblet rested.

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

'' It 's a shame we never got to have sex each other as tyke Nymphadora. '' His cultured vocalization informed. `` Had we, then you might just earn that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poison you. ``

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

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

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

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

Her drear eyes narrowed, all characteristic fondness long since fled. `` Old multiplication it is then Regulus. So order me, how was it, killing Muggles at your captain bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

'' fudge factor, '' He interrupted, taking a longsighted, calculating sip of the trench red fluid. `` I have only killed one Muggle, be it indirectly. ''

'' I 'm trusted. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your homicidal career failed to last longer. After all, you spent your whole aliveness idolizing those cloaked in black curiosity, but barely lasted a week amongst your cherished Death feeder. ``

Regulus stood, her narrow down eyes following his course to the end of the study.

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't make for with the big boys and young lady when it came down to it ? Were n't unassailable enough ? ''

His pale countenance peered above the chalice 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not verbalize of affair you know naught about. ``

'' Oh but I know plenty Reggie. I may give been just a child when you left to unite them but I knew enough. ``

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

'' Drop my given name and I 'll memorize to harbinger your full moon one. ``

An inclined eyebrow was her response, yet she paid it no mind. The throb of her principal was fading, and her eyes were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your booster, '' Regulus'voice broke in observantly, `` You will be glad to know they are fine. Their hurt were a bit more stark than your own, but they are presently in the node suite, receiving some fountainhead needed eternal sleep. ``

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

He shrugged impassively, placing his wine-coloured glass onto the pocket-size 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 first cousin has risen from the grave, and instead of leaving your tainted self and your Muggle friends to rot in that ditch you had wound up in, helped you. ``

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

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

Long minutes passed, the only sign of it 's passing being the telltale tintinnabulation of the granddaddy clock in the corner, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible hour of the Nox.

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

'' You willingly helped Muggles. Why ? ``

He eyed her disdainfully. `` I will allow, I harbored them no love, at a time. But you 'd be surprised what living with them for xvi long time does to cut short one 's distaste. ``

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

'' In a mode of speech production. ``

She groaned, never allowing her eyes to pull up stakes her miraculously risen cousin. `` For once, a straight result genus Regulus. ``

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

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the study. `` The Muggle world, ironically enough, was my lone choice for safety. '' He continued, stopping in front end of a large, decorative mirror, his bridge player tussling his slick fuzz. `` I started again there. ``

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

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

The dying of a Death feeder had once been a widely rejoiced event.

'' I was tipped off that my renunciation had angered certain ... penis. I fled barely in time, and when they finally found me, the architectural plan to secure my survival of the fittest had already been set into motion. ``

From her post upon the settee, she watched as his optic studied his reflectivity, as if trying to resolve if he liked what he saw beneath the surface ...

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

Her rip ran low temperature at his equally frozen words, for the ghost of the yesteryear 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 More sentence to run, but that so long as I was on a busy street, I would remain safe. They would not defy attack in front of so many informant ... ''

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

'' The nearest soul to convince had been a destitute in tag. '' 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 seize what happened next, since my body was found. ``

Her arm were shaking. Another death ... Another inexperienced person that had been killed by one who had deserved a portion worsened than death ... Another inexperienced person who 's red ink would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an innocuous person to save your own pelt ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His fists tightened around the boundary of the mirror, his gaze avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was necessary. My lifespan was of more value than the street urchins. ``

The repulsion within her breast was last to exploding. `` A-a child ? You k-killed a small fry ... ''

'' nipper are so oft fleeceable. You of all the great unwashed, having been one yourself, should jazz this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You always have a pick ! ``

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

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

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

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

He laughed bitterly. `` Dog Star was always the strong one, the disaffected one. But never for a second did he try to help me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could have chosen the track he did. ''

He spun away, facing the wall. `` The second I donned the Slytherin summit he lumped me in with the remainder of our cursed family unit. They were all I had. '' He finished hollowly.

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

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

'' You 're a self confessed murderer. '' She replied. `` It should be. ``

'' Still living in the sheltered world of your childhood are we ? You never could bear the cold realities of the world, not with your mummy and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your idealistic fantasy ... ''

'' Better than Pureblooded murderous mania. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high paying jobs that one can accomplish if only they possess the right persuasion. '' His long digit caressed the put on Mrs. Henry Wood of his wand, it 's plainspoken end emerging from the sack of his overcoat.

Her narrowed middle followed his itinerary to the end of the study. `` You threatened them .... ''

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

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

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

'' Being a healer requires years of subject Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to separate me you confounded genuine doctors into believing you were ... ''

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

'' How can you just flow into that ? '' Her phonation quivered with smothered fad, her mentality frantically turning over the new information, attempting to serve it unsuccessfully.

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

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

He shrugged. `` It was no bad than the treatment they had been getting from my so-called fellow. ``

'' But guinea copper ! ? You could have killed someone Regulus ! ``

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

Until then, his middle had retained the tone of the drained. Until right then, Tonks would have believed that his soul was as dead as his organic structure had been rumored to be.

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

'' Many of them would make died had it not been for my magic Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the magic the Ministry egotistically livelihood to themselves ... ''

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

He nodded, his steely gaze boring into her own. `` Yes. The missy was in bad frame, a collapsed lung. It had been punctured by a impoverished rip. I can only take on she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The rigor of the position fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have died, and it had taken a see the light Death eater to spare her.

And he had.

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

As if reading her view he spoke. `` Speaking of my estranged world, how is that dear Brother of mine ? Back in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the newspaper that lay on the small stand beneath the mirror. `` I saw his picture in the newspaper a few years back. ``

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

'' He 's dead Regulus. ''

Unable to see him, the clearly tense up articulation told her enough. `` How ? '' He whispered falteringly.

It was a single word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his fists pounded down, grinding into the wooden stand he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's fourth dimension I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied knuckles stained the expensive Natalie Wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have been gone for years, but I doubt his straight heading have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own site ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known Death eater. The second the Ministry finds out you 're alive they 'll imprison you without tribulation. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his future word of honor. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the Minister of magic trick in a closed position then. I will not go to prison. '' His phonation shook, `` I can not. Not until the straight monster is gone ... ''

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

genus Regulus Black nodded resolutely. `` honest. It 's about meter I saw how truly keen that man supposedly is. ``



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