* * * * *


Releasing the verge for what he promised would be only if present moment, he continued sawing at his dressing, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain precious centimeters of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his mind fell curiously white for the commencement time in what felt millennium.

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

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

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

She was being as conservative as him, despite the cold-shoulder sway to her stature.

Snap.

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

Her head fell forward, her coughing lingering long enough to appear genuine, and her halcyon, tangled locks came cascading down, falling over her centre, veiling her manifestation from all but him. To his middle each shimmering strand, glinting in the dull afternoon gleam, as well as her watery orbs, remained visible, as well as her bound wrists, E. B. White and shoot 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 digit upon anyone.

Harry ceramist had a few shadow while he was quite bore to try out.

Snap.

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

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

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

Dolohov kicked the floor, sending shattered glass skittering across Dean 's fallen mannequin. `` We will be here and gone before those fools catch wind of this. Besides, these things are delicate subject ... ''

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

Bagman seemed besides himself with questions. Harry mentally egged him on to be relax lipped.

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

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

The discussion ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

Her optic had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the scope beyond, liquid firing boiling beyond their astuteness. Lifting his own he followed her gaze to where Ludo travelling salesman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

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

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

'' How pitiful were you ? '' She breathed to herself, only barely, for the hate saturating her gentle tonus was not lost upon him.

It was chilling.

His own boiling line of descent froze as he studied her, taking advantage of the lull in activities.

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her eyes fell shut, her clenched fist opening and closing on thinly air. `` You 're bleeding thrower, are you very well ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

arcminute passed, before delicate eyelids flickered open up, her eyes alight with an aberrant glow.

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

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

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


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

His disarray radiated in startling quantities, but he would sympathize soon enough.

They would all see ...

She would not digress near him again, for her reality was moving unnaturally slow, as if the events occurring around her were illusive, fleeting images from horrible dream that would surely disappear with a streamer of merciful consciousness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her edge manus rose from her lap, tracing the ship's boat argument of her jaw, feeling her cooling skin. Somewhere, amidst the scrap, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The dehydrated smear of blood along her boldness gave evidence to that.

She could feel the heating plant radiating from doyen 's limp form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small girl 's fingers had curled around fallen lump of her bloodied, uprooted hair's-breadth, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to obligate onto, something solid state and tangible to prove the afflictions had been real.

They had ...

Her center fell willfully shut once more, immersing herself in the peaceful obliviousness of darkness, where no fiend save her own reigned.

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

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

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling rain pelted down, something wickedness mixing with the muddied water licking at her olfactory organ ...

The tingling began softly, like a dismount feather playing across her skin, traversing it 's way upwards, inwards ...

It was their line of descent swirling within the puddle ... .Sean 's blank shell center staring back ...

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

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

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

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

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

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

Her intent was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cellphone were multiplying with dire measure. She could almost sense them, enticing her breath to come in sharp, pained gasp. The entitle tickling of anterior, the tactile property of static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of unchecked energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

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

Pained centre flickered exposed upon the world, reflecting the sparkle as lonesome she could see it. For the favourable mist swirled throughout the room in midst, stifling electron swarm, sending fiery shivering searing through the hollow eggshell of what she had once been.

The particles danced, shining from all that was live, emitting softly from all that was dead, as energy must do. The man eye had always been blind to the subtler build of it 's majestic ballet, but it was a dance 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 back talk as it passed.

His mien filled her.

The hot molecule upon the once barely discernerable breeze vibrated, the gilded mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a closed electrical circuit between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged atom to dance within the calendar method of birth control of her domain.

Fiery cold, soothing annoyance ... Such were the sensory faculty 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 attentiveness for consequence.

Besides her, drawing her concert concentration from the impenetrable earthly concern of her nous, she noticed Potter stirring, taking advantage of the small distraction her spend energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

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

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

He had not lifted a finger.

'' I 'm awfully pitiful 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 palpate it despite her closed centre, as surely as she felt Ludovic 's own sapping strength.

She pulled Ludovic 's persuasiveness of life history into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The energy driving his ticker pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a fright child until she finally had him in her grasp.

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

The soft sound of a eubstance falling lifelessly upon the debris strewn story met her even before the rebound did.

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

The electrical energy flew from his fallen soma to her own kneel one, leaving her no choice bring through to immerse it 's sudden release with a perverted sense of satisfaction.

Her middle flicked spread as the military unit of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy chromaticity of prosperous light dancing around her, fading away as the winding-clothes of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


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

The clique leader 's quarrel reverberated inside the brute 's throb skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory sens, the towner 's cruor teasing the large number, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the pack controlled it, tramping as one across the periphery of what had once been the epitome of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirts of the forest, taking cover in the timberland 's shadower. Here the coterie would fight back the stragglers, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their labor was complete.

The wolf pawed the ground with overt ferociousness, the animal 's furor at being deprived it 's stone pit manifest to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growling calmed it, forcing the words of the pack into it 's aching thinker, for the tempting allure of the townsman 's blood, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to lose itself.

It needed to feed.

The attach to skirt chaser, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the coarse bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsutism of the beast 's hide was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's deplume skin, the fresh tears of it 's transformation still apparent, for a werewolf was flying to transform, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The knowledge drifted through the animalistic viciousness plaguing the Wolf 's mind, forcing it to remember who it was, why it was here, what it 's job truly was beyond the desire brought about by the pretend hunt.

He was Remus lupine, acquaintance of those within the town 's walls, the walls sheltering beneath the very tree diagram boughs he and the other werewolves hid below.

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

The beast Riddle was intelligent in a way he could only dream of, for where multiplication of healers had failed in discerning the mechanism of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's cruel power 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 parliamentary procedure were not to belt down, maim, or offend the town 's habitant in any way. They were merely to mould a safety device around the Town 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupant remained within it 's rampart for a time.

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

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

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

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the teeth of the early creature of the dark, the senior, digging into his pelt, the only matter preventing him from running into townspeople to hunt down his quarry.
* * * * *


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

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

Grimmauld Place.

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

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only give him a moment ... A moment of misdirection. A unmarried chance to take them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The foolhardy pressure increasing around him, over-powering any sure sense of sense of balance, he forced his subdivision to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed motility as Dolohov 's drugged eyes fixed upon Ludo travelling salesman 's form, as the one-time Ministry official disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pathos, all his energy fixated on the person job of catapulting to his feet, then twisting until the sceptre so precariously gripped within his bound hands was pointed towards the remaining Death eater.

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

The dismal curse.

A demise eater deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eyes as the conclusion fledglings of sanity were stolen, but the curse left Dolohov 's large physique withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing midst, bloodied chunks of hair from his scalp.

The heady atmospheric pressure lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy form vanishing with a breath, and Harry fell to his knees, breathing deeply, watching in grim satisfaction as one by one, memory after computer memory, fled from Dolohov 's twist around, scarred mind.

The Death Eater would be unable to recollect even his own name once the curse had run it 's course.

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

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


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

The car door slammed behind him, his girl 's small phase curled up on the passenger side 's base, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his suspend hands, his mind was assaulted. Every sinful storage of the past weeks, of his lifetime, slammed into his awareness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his small daughter kept him sane. He needed to outride solid for her.

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

designation of the body was necessary.

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

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

What affected him, what jolted him, what sent his foot pressing upon the gas peddle, the roulette wheel spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the common sense of pure, utter desperation that overcame him as he watched her slickness in the mud, falling ....

She landed in the grass, her dorsum to the Earth, arms stretched upwards in social movement of her soaked organic 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 weight, one that would put up down upon her if she faltered, one that would crush her and then come for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their revival meeting attempts at the house they had taken him to. He had seen the blueish shade to her once lively lip ...

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

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

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

The thunderous sound startled him more than his girl 's cries, more than the sound of his gristle breaking as his nose collided with the steering wheel, for a expectant dent had formed in the exhaust hood, the methamphetamine of the windshield snap, splintering out until a network of spider webs formed across it ...

As the sterile sheet was pulled back, he knew none of it could prepare one for seeing the lifeless body of the love of their liveliness for a second time.

The number 1 time had nearly killed him ...

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

Something unseeable had collided with their car ....

The feel of lineage trickling down his face, falling upon his blanched knuckled manus, which remained firmly clutched around the common cold, black steering wheel, had drawn him back.

As did Tonks'infirm rallying cry from where she lay, scrambling in the mud like a frightened creature seeking escape.

'' Emily stay here ! '' He commanded, tossing the door out-of-doors, bracing himself for the rain and desperation he somehow knew to be coming.

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

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

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

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

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

Only her munition remained rigid, for she was refusing to move them, not even for an instant to put up ...

Bent over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the side of the car, it 's headlight blazing a magnificent route of light into the darkening, storm-shrouded day.

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

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

A huge, looming fantasm, flanked by many, many Thomas More, were surrounding them.

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

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

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


He froze.

Harry ceramicist, a unfeigned Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The blow of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into bill, save for what lay the right way before him.

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

There were other patron scattered, unconscious mind or worse across the pub, yet she was the closelipped.

Hastily he murmured the spell to relax the remaining book binding, wiggling his line of descent encrusted handwriting until the roofy slid to the glass strewn floor. He dropped to his knees, reaching to brush her blood stained whorl aside, when a shaken, yet commanding phonation, halted him.

Kneeling besides her, Harry stared slack jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his fundament, a grim contusion encircling the side of his face.

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

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

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

'' Why hello Ronald. I was wondering when you 'd hold on pretense. ``

Ron 's eyes flickered to Luna 's for the briefest of irregular, before his wand guesswork out, fixated upon his quarry.

'' So how foresightful have you been waken Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid apparent motion. Her bound helping hand began fiddling with her soil strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere pest to be parcel out with.

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

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

Ron 's gaze never left his target, his verge flicking to Luna 's outstretched limb without a coup d'oeil, sending her tight circle coiling free.

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

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden appearance was routed by the good expression across the Aythya americana 's freckled fount. At a passing for explanation, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his bridge player upon her brow, feeling her cool scramble beneath his own as Ron 's toxicant stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritones, for a gruntle tingling was radiating onto him, running across his open laurel wreath where his pelt fell onto her own, as if small snatch of static electricity were passing between them.

His finger trailed down her fount, a cushy moan escaping her back talk, drawing her shoal breathing spell into stark contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's word, his eye 's drifted from her to where Dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned table that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get help ... '' Along the bulwark the skimp others present were watching with bated breaths. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

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

Hermione let out a strangle protest, and Ron 's eyes flickered for a minute to where she sat, propped up, dewy-eyed and staring.

It was the probability Harry needed. He did not love what had happened to Ron, but certainly his Quaker meant Kaylens injury. He was deluded. Grim 's were portent of death. A living, breathing, sentient being could not be one.

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

'' Ron face, we do n't receive time for this. There are other decease eater in town and we do n't have time ... ''

'' We ca n't leave that matter lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own sceptre until it was eye layer, directed at his scar. `` 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 stop it ! '' Hermione shouted, slightly hysterical as Luna knelt, freeing her and Neville 's bindings.

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

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

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

'' But she ca n't be ... He thinks she a stretch but she ca n't be .... '' Hermione stated weakly, her small-scale mannikin barely supported by Neville.

Harry 's eyes did not pass on Ron 's for a endorsement. `` A Reach ? And to me that means .... ''

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

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

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

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

'' But, she, did n't ! '' Neville shot back, setting Hermione down in one of the few professorship 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 hirudinean that would kill her own female parent if she had the luck ! 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 fountainhead hurt. Ron being active, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too much to process. `` Ron if she had wanted to pour down us, do n't you think she already would hold ? ``

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

'' But she ca n't be a Reach ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the lack of certainty. `` Remember chronicle of Magic, the strange species unit ? You know with Veelas and lamia ? Things like that ? We covered Reaches, and a stretch ca n't do witching ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do magic in family ... ''

Ron snorted, a self-satisfied expression crossing his grimace. `` A pre-magicked baton. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond basic, maiden year spells now have we ? ``

Harry 's head churned, searching for something to rebut the command, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate Professor Gai and stun individual ....

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

My God ...

'' flavor ... '' He said shakily. `` Just do n't reach her. leave behind her be, at least until we figure a way out of this hole. ``

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

Killed on pot ....

A sickening touch sensation rose within his bureau at the Book. They could n't ... The Ministry would n't ....

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

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

The whimpering of the char, who was still attempting to slither away, reached his ears.

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

Kaylens had killed someone ... His eyes flew to where Bagman had fallen, only to observe Ron traverse his way there, as if in slow motion, bending down, taking a pulse ...

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

Bagman was dead.

My God she really did ...

He swallowed the inhuman Truth, turning to look upon her.

Golden eye were staring back, a frightened aspect across her pale, binge stained face.
* * * * *


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

'' papa ... Dada .... ''

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

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

Somehow, amidst it all, his mental capacity was still working logically.

Hydroplaning on the slick soil the car spun. Cranking the wheel into the bout the twisting 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 cognisance. He was only sure as shooting 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 clamant emotion upon her normally complacent features.

Seeing Kaylens charge expression he rounded on Ron.

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

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his total torso. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, vocalism quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their petit larceny bias against everything and everyone through that ridiculous Daily Prophet and it 's ridiculous laws, but you were dullard enough to actually regard listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

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

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

Ron let out a stutter.

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

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

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

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her anger at having been overheard, her acquaintance with Remus, a loup-garou, another hated mintage with laws ruling their variety liveliness ...

His anger at Ron 's actions boiled over.

He leveled his verge once again. `` Answer the interrogative sentence Ron. ''

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

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

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

'' Ronald stop it ! ''

All eyes darted to the minor brunette in the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' He would n't have. ``

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

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

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her arm where the tegument had torn, chip of gloomy cruor flaking off, floating to the dust strewn floor.

'' How could you know that, murderer ? '' Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His consciousness was focused upon her reaction, upon the fragile shaking get-go in her pull up stakes arm, the stiffening of her neck opening, the balling of her fists ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ones skilled in the supercilious curse ...

His heart landed upon the whimpering fair sex nearest the threshold, an unnaturally concerted expression upon her face.
* * * * *


Remorse ... Guilt ... Satisfaction ....

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

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly verbalised accuracy, resonated within the confines of her mind. Her palpebra finally flickered shut, seeking momentaneous relief as the pungent scent of scorching timber rose from the coloured inlet of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not feel as it ought. Nothing could have prepared her for the cold-blooded 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 decent to shove her over the finally crevice into the unreachable nipper of cruelty.

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

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

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first colossus had strode into her home, extinguishing the taper of life-time burning upon her brother and granny 's candles.

It had finally died the Nox she learnt the verity, for the disaster in her untried life had not been enough. The vomit up god governing existence had not yet had their fill of her pain, her grief ...

The odour of boneheaded ash once again filled her nostrils, the afflictive realization that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the dry land, intermingling with her remaining brother 's ...

The pain her soundbox now felt paled in comparison to the pain of what she had done. The distance she had gone to outlive that night ...

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

ceramicist ...

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

The muscles in his arm shook, vibrating with fervid saturation, rattling her own arm as well, yet her inquiring gaze fell unnoticed, unseen upon the back of his dark head.

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

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

'' Your musical theme ... Clever really. '' potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really have it off to know why you targeted her. '' The gesture of his capitulum left no question that it was her to whom he was referring.

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

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

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own eyes flicked over in prison term to see Hermione 's sour ones flitting from one end of the room to the other, between the woman and Ron, then between Ron and a tattered plant holder.

Suddenly the Brown University haired female child, clutching her side of meat, was staggering to the Weasel 's, scattering bankrupt nursing bottle in her wake.

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

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

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

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

'' And as Ministry official, Leanne, surely you know that the use of an Unforgivable on an Underaged mavin 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 schmoozer 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 feature taught you well enough to stay away. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Hogwarts is not poor ! '' Snapped Neville, his own baton drawn and leveled at the fed up looking cleaning woman.

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

The woman was beginning to face like a cornered beast. `` I have every right field to do so ! That thing is a monster ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening boom of Potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to extinguish the cleaning lady 's memory at once sent the wench 's head snapping back into the wall, her optic dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the eternal sleep of his words, for she had broken away from Potter 's grip, dropping besides dean 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


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

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

'' Ca n't impart her free to turn the girl in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No offensive activity but the British people Ministry of Magic is a bit outdated in their law of nature and eyeshot. 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 open to will any lose goal lying around.

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

Luna 's question was met by five stick gazes. Only then did Harry earn that she had not been merely milling around the entire meter, but that she had been checking the early supporter to see if they were alright.

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

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

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

Hermione elicited an odd disturbance, 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 sanction Ron. ``

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

'' I know. '' She replied without a coup d'oeil. It was apparent that her worry was not for herself, but for Dean.

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

'' You 're quite rightfulness young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobe. `` If I could venture a hypothesis I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a deal around for emphasis. `` Debacle was merely a way to perturb us from something far more minatory. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the speech sound of those Good Book.

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

Luna 's gaze was drifting towards the rear loss. `` Our best shot is the woods. ''

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

'' No ... She 's right. '' Kaylens voice was oddly strained, her brow creased with concern as she continued examining Dean. `` If I create a distraction one of us should be able to make it back to the shoal, dying 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 tending away from those of you going into the woods. '' She huffed.

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their head teacher.

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

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

The previous man 's jaw dropped, leaving Harry with an unquiet notion. `` Kaylens I do n't .... ''

She cut him off.

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

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

Her penetrating stare bored into him. `` The human being head is encased in a protective fluid, and if it 's fractured badly enough it can transude 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 fanfare of wrath passing within her eyes. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you require to fence or assist your Friend ? ``

The red read/write head threw up his manpower. `` No take to get testy .... ''

Harry interrupted them before it could step up farther. `` We have to go. No Sir Thomas More clock time for word. ''

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

Her voice was firm, steady, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eyes away from her fallen ally. `` He needs assistance and he needs service soon. We need to move. ``

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

'' I 'll stay. '' Came Hermione 's voice, earning her a startled look from all party. 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 good about one thing Mione. You 're in no shape to fend for yourself at the consequence. So someone else needs to stay behind. ``

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

'' I 'll stay. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as adept of pattern as the respite of you. I 'd sustain trouble outrunning them as well. ``

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

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

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville take Dean into the girl 's comfort station. fountainhead prop the back threshold outdoors so if anyone does come back they 'll think we went out through the kitchens. ``

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

She let out a objection, but a wafture of his hand silenced her. `` You 're not going. End of discourse. ''

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

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his head decisively. `` We need a distraction, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to yield them one. I doubt the Death Eaters, order of magnitude to not obliterate or not, will be able-bodied to resist the chance to take in a go at me. Besides, you 're the more have wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

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

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


Her skull ached.

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

Preferably a ability hosiery.

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

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the backbone place she took line of the position, the corner branch jutting through the movement windshield, ending where Emily 's head should have rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ball upon the floor mats.

Thank God Kenneth had forgotten about belting her in.

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

Her fingers found the robotlike windowpane key, pressing until she realized that it too, was malfunctioning.

She nearly swore, bracing against the opponent threshold and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the chicken feed and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised feet. The face of painfulness was taking over her face, droplets of water from her mouselike tomentum intermingling with her sweaty tear droplets as she continued her violent, desperate onslaught, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the looking glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the splintering of the window giving way to 100 of glittering fragment flying amongst the sparkle brightness already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic form slipped upon the slipperiness wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the automobile horn, the blaring vibrations of it 's constant, single noted claxon shattering the afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the sound of the still groaning engine and the throb rain.

reaching over the prat she sent him slouching upon the door, the blood slicked horn falling silent as his weightiness fell away.

There was no need to take into account the strait to attract any unwanted aid, for Dementors could move fast, though a car could move faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the creature 's effects, slumping over the wheel, and how long the creatures had had to make up the distance between ...

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

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

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

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

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

Contorting herself as dear she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rain soaked roof for proportionality. Her arm snagged upon a glass sherd embedded within the window chassis, and her palm slid from the roof, barely catching against the thin tree automobile trunk responsible for thwarting her late efforts to open the door, and somehow this steadied her.

One arm dangling limply at her side she clambered to the ground in rain soaked clothing, her onyx boots matching the ever-increasing darkness of the sky.

Then her world lit up, a twosome of headlamp from the road turning to reflect blindingly onto them.

Skidding up the muddy incline she began yelling for the twist her Muggle father always carried around, a mobular something or other, but her hasty raise halted abruptly, seismic disturbance erupting through her stallion being as the car door opened and slammed, a anatomy stepping into the headlamp 's beam.

Sirius Negro was silhouetted within them.



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'' No one is truly evilness. They simply see affair from a different point of view. ``
~ A.K. Sir Alfred Charles Bernard Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ voice 2


'' In the long history of bad musical theme, this one is the pip ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the back street, the threshold of the Forbidden Forest looming menacingly at him.

'' Look on the lustrous incline. '' ceramicist grunted, releasing his hold on the windowsill, dropping onto the dirt strewn undercoat. `` If there are Death Eaters out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

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

Or at to the lowest degree Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's disinvest Orange and black socks appeared out the restroom windowpane, and she dropped from the sill to the dust-covered ground, landing rather elegantly despite the with child cloud of dust rising around her. Spying this the young woman smiled, squatting down to spray a o.k. stream of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

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

'' Hey ring, it 's clear ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two trash fundament. `` yield me two min and then I 'll be ready to cut through you. ''

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

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

'' Please, no arguments. '' He added, as a blast of wind tunneling down the alley sent his disobedient hairsbreadth into his centre. The way his nozzle wrinkled in infliction as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his looking glass, was almost laughable.

But there was nada risible about a perfectly sizable person wanting to take a chance their life when someone of no consequence was available.

person like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her muscle filled with the dull aching of her earlier overextension. If only doing such thing was less irritating ...

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

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

He was wrong though, her incredulous manifestation heightening the outcome of her softly hissed words. `` His quarrel is with everyone, not just you. You 're a naive mark to think otherwise. ``

He smiled strangely. `` trustfulness me. '' He whispered, pulling on her arm until she was forced to step closer, his tempered expression hovering above her own. `` It is, and I do n't wait you to empathise it. Just accept it, and do n't debate. ``

'' Always speaking in conundrum ... '' She murmured, a ghost 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 down. ``

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

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

'' There is cypher left hand for me to fall back. '' She finished, feeling his finger's breadth tensing upon her.

'' You still have your life. ``

'' No thrower ... '' She murmured sadly. `` Not even that for much recollective. ``

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

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

Strained were the logical argument of his mouth.

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

A slight cough drew their attention to the Weasel 's blatant pain. `` Just let the dimwit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get bolt down let her, but we need to go. ``

Her eyes narrowed onto the red point, but her myopic return was cut off by Potter.

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

Her resolute verbal expression remained her response to this statement.

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

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

'' Aye, aye Captain. '' He grumbled, rolling his eyes. `` Like I would want to take the air around in the monster infested wood alone anywa ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to evade her attempt, Amarante appeared smash, dangling precariously over the roof 's edge. Nodding his commendation at Luna 's methods, he threw ceramicist and her a glance. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm ready to hide whenever you 're both set up to go. ''

disappearing over the bound with a grin far too wide for the situation, Luna managed to blotch a smear of dark mud across the red head 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's unrestrained try to wipe it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a facial expression of pure maliciousness.

'' Red 's the first coloration the man eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his frown. `` Not exactly a natural colouring material for the forest either, so dulling it increases your luck of not being spotted. ``

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

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

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to glare at ceramist as well.

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

'' Bugger off Harry. ''

Weasley 's discriminating clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the timber at a much boring, less triumphal stride than the one Luna had set.

thrower seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her fellow feeling and intellection on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the primary route, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

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

Eyes blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you plan on just being reckless ? '' Her slight grinning softened the impact of her words, earning her a bemused head teacher shake.

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

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


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

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

Good.

The feature close call of poorly oiled hinge echoed across the road, two cloaked men, hoods down, emerging from the Apothecary.

He smiled deviantly.

'' Fancy seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a public lecture with that thornless snake of a master of yours. Any idea of where I can find him ? ``

Tick.

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

Tock.

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

Tick.

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

But why ?

Tock.

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

Only he was at least smiling.

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

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

That was until Amarante took affair into his own hands.

Behind the two villains erupted a fiery blaze, a single blinding flash rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the leaf strew woodland on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared inches from the last Eater 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The distracted Death Eaters whorled, their attention caught by the auditory sensation of the blast, but not before the wind could dispose the rising embers to a brisk source of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's early childhood ignited upon the tack of the devil 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the woman 's dark fabric quicker than human comprehension could process.

The adult female 's skin was already burning before the other had the sensory faculty to rap her to the solid ground, kicking loose dirt onto her to smoother the ravenous flaming, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

leaving behind the feature crackling of the kindling leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the shelter of the farthest alley, in the opposite charge from where Luna and Ron had gone.

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

Amarante had been right, if the Death Eaters had been given orders to toss off surely that jet of visible radiation would bear stemmed from an uttered Unforgivable.

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

vestige fell across Hogsmeade 's substance road, another flash of undimmed red light brightening the view as he stood helplessly between the two malefactors, wand raised in provision to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The stunner hit the roof near the border of the alley, sending pieces of thatch flying free while the metallic grate of the quaint shop 's gutter filled the air, the long slice of aluminum breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, leaf strewn water upon all of them before it 's pointy bound connected sickeningly with the newly emerged Death Eater.

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

Kaylens had sent the lulu, and yet another demise eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his footstep for only a moment he threw away the mentation of going to her aid, for his own new friend had caught him around the throat, throwing him to the primer coat.

Before he even had a chance to support himself another spell from Amarante hit the Death Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to land next to the one the gutter 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 alleys of Hogsmeade were superposable, the same brick or Harlan Stone walls lining the position of the buildings framing them, the same trash BIN and empty crate, the same litter strewn soil, and the same wizard filth.

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

He intended to ease up a adept Salmon Portland Chase, distracting at least a few demise Eaters from his two friends fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a broom, but never before had he found himself in a dash for his aliveness. All he knew was that his Holocene growth spurt had lengthened his stage enough to hold open a pace ahead of his pursuer, but his endurance ...

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

Bolting straight down the alley, the curses meant for him reverberating off the crates, he reached it 's end, rounding the corner, nearly loosing his ground in the informal goop and grunge as he flattened himself to the tail wall of what smelled distinctly like Madame Puddifoots.

verge drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled last Eater rounded after him, only to meet the hard elbow to the look that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his clutch, and a straightaway sweetheart ended the man 's conscious knowingness of the acute pain.

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

It was there, crouched behind the foliage, that he heard the approaching footfalls. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glimpse, only catching sight of an insensible dark cloak.

A Death Eater ...

Without a clear shot he patiently waited until they were close plenty to ricochet his trap, and springtime it he did.

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

The deep golden twist flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her toughie in the altercation, freeze out his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly incensed seeing red of air.

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

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

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

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

Her Champagne-Ardenne colored center narrowed, golden flecks burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their attention was the point, was it not ? ``

'' I was wondering where your sarcasm went. '' He mumbled, the harsh thud of his ticker fueled by the recognition that he had nearly used a dark torment on her.

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

'' right wing up until you introduced me to the finer power point of Butterbeer ... '' He countered, his hands dropping to her shank, his caput falling back against the bricks.

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

He frowned, looking at it 's ruminative surface. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just reflect the adjacent expletive sent my way with it. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glare.

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

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

She merely scowled, fists visibly clenching, his own eyes ineffective to gather her own.

'' Kaylens, I 've already done enough to you. I could n't justify leading you into scathe way .... '' He replied morosely, a defeated sigh 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 work force held her steady.

'' Look ... '' He whispered gently, all late annoyance vanishing. `` For the consequence can we just call a truce ? Stop the bickering for a bit ? ''

She tossed her head back, allowing her toughie to light relieve, releasing her mane of entangle locks that a slew of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

'' okey. '' Her modulation tinged with worried. `` But if you ever pull a stunt like that again ... ''

A small grin tugged at the sharpness of his lips, his hired man clamping over her rima oris, effectively silencing her protest. `` It worked did n't it ? ``

'' Hmph. ``

'' And while we 're on the issue of stunts ... '' He continued, optic peering over her head, late into the tangled coppices where the Death Eater 's trunk lay. `` Would you care to explicate how you wound up in a dying Eater 's cloak ? You nearly had an Unforgiveable thrown at you. ``

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

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

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

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

Yet again the fille had completely storm him, a sudden horrible realization striking him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty often. Three calendar month ... Three calendar month of practice and the merely bally thing I can honestly do on my own is stun ... ''

For some rationality his mitt found it 's way to her hood, pulling it over her head once again. Her phrase blank out she observed him curiously, as he unconsciously began tucking her tomentum beneath it.

'' Best not to let anyone know you then. '' He spoke softly, boring than normal, an unnatural, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a pity to not leech 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 redress. '' She provided. `` That 's how I got across the road to you. I walked aright past two of them. ``

'' Clever Kaylens, who would ingest thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was good story how he could exasperate her one moment and make her smile the next, all the while with Death feeder hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought of this brought a pleasant sensation he was not eager to lose, despite his inability to delimit it.

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

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

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

'' Good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a end eater 's pant, to extract revenge or not, I think I may have had to wipe your computer memory clean for your own in effect. ``

She looked positively outrage, her signify return forever remaining unsaid, for at that moment the fall wrinkling of leafage underfoot froze them both, Harry 's handwriting instinctively gripping his scepter as he mouthed for her to go.

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his wrist in a firm vice clasp as if he were her intent. Keeping close to the magically erected edifices of commerce they kept to the shadows, knowing that her drab hood would merit a second glance before any onset would be made upon them.

Like a internal ear the future bowling alley 's egress appeared, but a swift trill of her head cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding fringe of Hogsmeade 's commercial properties, until the bit to finis alley was encountered.

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

Foul excrement and BM, gall and refuse, all of it assaulted their gage without apology, as if it 's germ was freshly released.

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

The dull red fuzz, the characteristic lentigo ...

The lifeless typeface of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

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

'' No ... ''

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

Though there was no denying the space, open eyed stare of the Irish boy staring forever up into the Heaven, just as there was no way of getting around the stench, for eventually the loss of control of a clay 's mesomorphic organization allows for the expiration of such fouled things.

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

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

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A easygoing voice whispered, her request heeded only as she applied air pressure to him, pulling him up from the dent his articulatio genus had left in the crap. At some breaker point he had fallen there, besides the indorse scholarly person to touch the lot his parents had.

In that moment everything changed.

He had been wrong. How stupid person was he, believing for even a second that the Death Eaters would hesitate to pour down ...

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

A slow burning at the stake, menacing fury began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The Death feeder 's voice rang out from the diametric end of the alley, echoing down it 's length, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the intense bad blood rising louder and louder within him.

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

Saving ....

Deep within the depths of his ailing conscious, all concern for the sparing of life of anyone in the adventitia of the Dark Lord fled, and his upset verge unleashed the most powerful stunner he could muster, as less effective stunning enchantment streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded baton besides him.

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

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

CLANG !

CLANG ! clang !

The onset of cuss were pounding against the bin, rattling the thick alloy as if it were bare tin foil, a turning point of the bin already melting over ...

clash !

His wand smacked hard against their temp blockade, strengthening it with a shielding charm Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable response, but the Death Eater 's stunning spells now bounced from it as if they were mere pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were small boulders.

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

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

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

It took a second for Harry to realize that the only other smear to shelter fanny at that end of the alleyway lay directly beneath another gutter.

Flashing Kaylens a deviant grin he aimed, the oddly silent audio of the go striking overpowered by the ear splitting sound of the now dangling trough dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

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

The man 's screech reverberated down the alleyway with sickening limpidity.

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the Death Eater 's screams were attracting notice, because no sooner had that pair of goons been taken maintenance of than the strait of another couple of footsteps sprinting across the leave resounded. Only this time the person was coming from the back allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all pretenses at witticism once again pull up stakes, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not pass off in that focus, 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 wide area of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

Marching down the foliage littered road was the fourth Death eater that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of less than a minute.

Bolting across the cobblestone road, passing this new champion of mercilessness, Kaylens fell into step behind Harry, her wand leveled at him as if she were the one in pursual, effectively blocking the newly appeared last eater from firing anything at him for risk of hitting a brother in arms.

The tactics 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 unity they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the construction in refreshing shade during the summer, preventing the snow from accumulating on the roofs in wintertime, and providing a oasis for all those seeking to deal business concern of the illicit variety.

The alley was bathed in sinister shadows, but he had always liked the dark, and did not hesitate to plow down it, the pounding of their pursuers resonating in the breezy air behind them. Diving behind a radical of haphazardly dumped meth bins the recognition that Kaylens was no longer with him struck hard.

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the corner, wand gone and the strong-armer of her hook destruction Eater cloak torn off, with the pale one 's hired man shooting out after her, catching her arm in a vicious grip.

He saw all of this through the trash bank identification number, middle widening at the malignant look shining beneath the pursuer 's hood.

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

A loud howl broke from the goon 's throat, the phantasma darkening the alley having dulled the split second of the let out glass in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the mystifying deep red red that could only stem from an artery.

The man 's arm was spurting.

She whorled in her attacker 's grasp, slashing his arm until the vice travelling bag broke, sprinting down the recollective alley.

The expiry Eater 's verge was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding magical spell dying on Harry 's back talk as the shadow Light Within connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leave littering the alley 's walkway in her wake.

Her turbulent gloam terminated directly in front of where he lay in delay, and wait he did, posed in a bow, ready to bounce ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another pattern wearing the emblematical shroud of the devil himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. `` Our orders were not to kill ! He 's not going to be pleas ... ''

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

picket Broussard strode forward, arm 's vibration, wand leveled at Kaylen 's now coughing form.

The tingle of welling rake welled within Harry 's hand, such was his bag upon his own drinking glass shard.

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

One.

Two.

One more ...

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

Rolling to his back, 11 column inch of Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing torment flew at the early man.

The thud of the Death Eater 's organic structure hitting the ground, the cessation of the other 's dire gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only satisfaction.

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

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

'' Right ? Right about what ? '' He asked, branch shaking, the disjointed calibre of her talking to chilling him. `` Kaylens are you ... ''

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

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

The pollute odor was already rising from the fresh carcasses ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the panic from his vocalization as he smoothed away her lead strewn tomentum. `` 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 support as he lifted her away from the fallen expiry Eater, hauling her across the blood stained soil into the shadowy niche he had been sheltering in before.

Setting her down, supported only by his implements of war, he brushed her prosperous fuzz aside."What were you hit with ?"His urgency was barely concealed, his optic searching her endorsement and body for any polarity, anything at all, to argue what possible curse could be running it 's course within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The adrenaline of earlier fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the first fledglings of fright creeping into him at her hesitation wrangle.

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

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

His insides froze, breathing space catching within his pharynx as he eased her to lay upon the dry land. `` What hurts ? ''
The speech sound of his low, urgent voice terrified him nearly as much as the stiffening of her slender arms beneath his detainment.

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

quelling ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertoire of shadow curses, limited only to the textual matter 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 horrible recognition pressing down upon him like a Hypogriff.

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

Her breathing was shallow, coming in short, quick burst of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` arrest tranquillize okay ? You need to relax…. ''

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

The comeback curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

A clogged whimper distracted him, drawing him to the distracting pallor of her cutis.

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet helpless as her heart took on a glossy quality, flickering aimlessly. `` nidus on me. '' He whispered, tilting her case until she was looking upon him in the night light. `` bet at me okay ? Please… ''

She was shaking now, her face growing cool to the feeling, sassing flapping wordlessly…

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

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

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

'' point ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not comply, though her O was depleting, her last taciturnity were being used to fight him irrationally. `` Do n't campaign me ... ''

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

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

He caught her branch, capturing them in the strong clutches normally reserved for the struggling stoolie alone. His forearms strained against her, his decision made as he swung his leg over her waist, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough filth of the alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her pelvic arch rose, pressing into him, against him, but his hands were now freed.

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

'' check with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to lessen free, revealing the fleecy fleece of a fountainhead worn sweater.

His hands found their way to her breast, pressing upon either slope to hover above where her lungs lay, his wand carefully gripped between. Her whisker lay splayed haphazardly around her head, her tangled head of hair not concealing the sweat trickling upon her moistness brow, nor the dampness soaking her exposed skin above her pick up pedigree.

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

Her physical structure was no longer writhing beneath his own, her center flickering shut ...

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

culmination his eyes he allowed the tip of his wand to tilt down, touching her skin, damp with perspiration, just above her collar line. His hands remained upon her chest, all assiduousness contorted into the effort of relieving the pressure upon her.

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

Wandless magic coupled with force of will ...

He had never before attempted such a feat.

The gentle dingy mist poured from his mitt, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her cutis, before finally fading from sight.

His helping hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his quarter round across her chilly skin, a mute mantra pouring from his lips. `` Please Kaylens… Come on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to spare her strength sufficiency to last as the sideboard curse ran it's course.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her cheek, for her headspring had lolled to the English to remain in his hired hand.

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

"Just hang on…"He pleaded, middle falling closed in despair. They had lost person already. No one else…"Just a picayune longer… stay with me…"

The thin shuddering of her body beneath him, so slight he feared it a production of the wind, drew his optic undefendable once more.

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

His heart thudded, for her finger's breadth still remained wilted within the confines of his own.

"Come on Kaylens… One more time…"

This metre her chest rose, ever so slightly, as if the pressure upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly sluggish force.

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

Gulping hard, his hand returned to her nerve, gently turning her head until the hardly sun of the skittle alley fell upon it. Her flight path would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the Chin was directly in line of business with the thorax.

It seemed another eternity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His finger's breadth grazed her boldness, ensuring that her head remained in lieu as her thorax began rising with more and more regularity, each gasp of replenishing animation air fueling her alerting.

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

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

Feebly she nodded, mouth parted as her breath came ever more steadily. Long moments passed, his optic glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her feature film. First the unnatural tinge to her sass fading, low-cal pink replacing ghostly greyish, then the wispy warmth to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbone.

'' H-harry ... '' His name came from between her split up lips, the ghost of a sound escaping on a whisper breath.

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

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

A Inner Light, amused smile escaped him at the actualisation. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her legs, recollecting her into his arm. Gathering her against his breast he allowed her slender form to collapse against him, her leaf straw haircloth tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her gross scent in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his fount into her haircloth, clinging to her still shaking chassis. `` I was so dash the counter curse would n't cultivate ... ''

Weak finger clung loosely to him, her soft panting his only response. Unconsciously he found his custody tangling in her haircloth, combing through her tangled tresses, giving in to his burning urge to touch, to experience her presence directly beneath his manpower.

Somehow, the tactile property of her breast heave against him relieved him in a way that just the sight of her breathing could not.

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

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

He felt a small tremor course through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the hint of a smiling upon her tint.

She had tonus ...

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

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

He nodded, turning her face until her bleary optic peered into his own. `` I guess so. '' He murmured, studying her. `` But we 're still in a bit of a quandary. Do you think you can stick out ? ``

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

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his forehead against her own. `` Good. '' He murmured, his nuzzle friction against her own. `` Because I 'm not carrying you. ``

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the light rasping to her voice, a easy physical object breaking absolve from his cervix at that moment, falling onto their entwine laps.

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

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

He scowled, taking the string between his own fingers, fully intending to reform his belongings, when the intense snapping of twigs and greaves of parting, as if a sudden scuffle in a fall lot had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

clunk.

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

Thump.

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

Another audio met his ears.

Growling ...

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

His eyes, as were hers, were riveted to the heroic conflict before them, only now he was acting, hauling her to her ft, not bothering to question why there were werewolf in the day, with one acting protectively, rather than savagely.

There was not enough time.

The savage animate being broke justify, tearing down the alley for them, the early snarling in it 's wake, thundering after it.

As it lunged for the killing, a hex to fling silver particle emerged from his baton to contact it, and Harry had just enough time to feel the sharp drag behind his belly push, 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 exigency portkey, only activated during mortal peril.

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ Ghosts of the past


It was sickening ... The way the dull warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel ease it provided as it crept across his deadened pelt like chiliad of slithering ophidian, their lingua like lashings reawakening his benumb cellular capability with frightening vigor.

Until the nauseating passion had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'unrestrained protestations.

Such was the effect of grievous mind accidental injury ...

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

The piddling 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 bother had been his merely constant, his solely sanity to the madness that was now his existence.

Dean Thomas sought release, his eyes blearily opening to witness a infernal glory, one to which his private pain paled in equivalence. No amount of dark splotches clouding his vision could blur the heap before him, nor the snake slithering across his numbed legs, pinning his body to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestiges of hind limbs protruding from the serpent 's organic structure, like small spurs, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's gossamer breadth freezing his blood that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the floor around his bandage skull.

The convulsing struck hard and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the ophidian 's weight unsuccessfully, the good turn of his head his only when salvation, saving him from drowning within the expelled cognitive content of his own stomach.

The sibilation again ... The pressure was leaving, his consistence finally able-bodied to roll free upon the crimson slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the dark length of cloak swaying against his boldness, Hermione 's gag gargles registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through hell, his night centre rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally vocalise lips, as the snake expectant distance exerted it 's suffocating force around her small anatomy, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric rophy around her gasping eubstance ...

The deep browned scales trailed away from her in a bad way dead body, covering everything in mountain, the very floor appearing alive with the serpent 's slightest movement, it 's distance inconceivable to distinguish due to the sheer sizeableness of it 's intercoiling ...

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

A mightily force clenched around his Chin, and against his will the sorcery forced his neck to tilt back, his vertebras crunching together, dangerously close to snapping as he stared at the fauna commanding his very will.

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


The hunt club was on.

The skirt chaser 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's chela digging into the mud soaked woods floor, wet chunk of dope scattering in it 's wake. The only if sound breaking the still expiry of the footling journey forest the rough pounding of the modest packs feet.

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

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

No humans were to pass on the village.

None animated ....

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

The wolf would not again stray from the growl ordination of the senior. The searing warmth welling from it 's combat injury, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing tasting of the two fresh specimens was knockout admonisher of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's preference had been thoroughly satiated upon the rich flesh of the fallen, leaving the brute to revel in the fibrous tissue paper caught between it 's incisors, torn from the fresh corpses that had lain in pond of their own barely coagulated fluids.

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

The last pair had evaded it, leaving it to junket upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for blood coagulated firmly within mere instant, and no curdling had passed along the wolf 's lingua as it had feasted, it 's tongue so deluded by the sense of taste, deluded by the hungriness 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 blood of the abruptly stiffened the fur lining it 's schnozzle, it 's tongue overlapping at it, yearning for just one more taste ...

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

No humans were to get away the settlement ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the Montgomery Ward when the spell commenced .... Then they were as sound as dead anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's low poke of fangs deftly dodged as the prey spun around the Base of a trunk, it 's evasive simulated military operation effective.

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

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

It was a single instant of the human 's fuzz that caused the Hugo Wolf 's hesitation.

familiarity ...

The human being hung precariously, gangly base swinging in a long arc, it 's wand hired hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the vivid spark emitting from the human 's verge in time.

As the elderberry bush fell to the woodland trading floor, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very psyche, all conversancy was forgotten. The wolf became entirely savage, giving into it 's fleshly desires once again as it leapt in defense lawyers, Fang bared ...

The homo 's fundament connected harshly with it 's long skull, but not before it 's tooth had sunk into the man 's flesh, it 's gene altering bacteriophage passing into the blood stream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the forest floor, the homo 's scepter breaking from it 's grip, disappearing amongst the broken branches strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the woman chaser leapt upon the downed resister, it 's claws digging into it 's prey 's chest, that the gnawing familiarity within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a man ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man 's freckle face was screwed up in pain, yet the man 's confusion regarding the Friedrich August Wolf 's hesitancy to eat up him off was clearly reflected within the blue astuteness of the man 's eyes.

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

The senior 's brute purport was clear.

Sliding from the man 's thorax, the wolf turned on the senior, conveying the necessity to not stamp out this finicky quarry.

Moments later the writhing body of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering earth of the Forbidden woodland, back into the shade town of Hogsmeade.

The man that had fought against the fleshly savageness of his darker side, had finally lost. The evidence of his failed battle lay in the unconscious form of the red headed student that he had dumped on the outskirts of townspeople.

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

phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The creature spoke with ridicule, the sudden air pressure upon his face releasing, sending his head snapping into the floor with catapulted strength.

The crunching of his collide nozzle, nor his offended moan, was paid no mind.

'' The pain in the neck you are feeling shall lose in sentence Mr. Seth Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such injury. Your skull was in need of immediate attention. ``

Lifting his principal, barely capable of eliciting a sinewy response from his arms, his sleeve drew up, wiping the brisk blood from his face.

The bowel movement was disagreeable, the wild retching of his torso indicative as foster contents of his stomach expelled across the floor.

Voldemort merely raised the dark-skinned 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 face burden, which you are presently experiencing. ``

His skull pounded, the toxicant Logos filtering in, his mettle pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of scoundrel kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an infant, face down in his own mess.

Again his head fell under the command of sorcery, turning to stare the inhuman fauna in the eye.

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

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

'' Ah ... goodness. '' Voldemort derided. `` I do so value respect Mr. Thomas the doubting Apostle, it was a trait your father lacked. How curious that it would pass to his precious son. ``

Dean 's loathsome expression morphed into something far more acerb, his wild gaze glaring recklessly at the animal grinning rather amusedly.

'' But of course ... You would n't have 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 furious intensity.

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

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

He swallowed hard, choking back another undulation of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's weak respiration ringing within his spike. How could this goliath know anything of his Father-God, when he, himself, did not ?

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

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

There had been no contact since birthing. It was the entirely knowledge he bore parenthesis from the dark anger, the hole feeling of desertion that he harbored below his mirthful exterior.

And now the queasy of creatures was telling him what his mother had been ineffective to.

His Church Father had been a wizard. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new knowledge changed nothing, save to fuel his anger.

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

The animal 's blanch lips tightened in a savage furrow. `` What was necessary. Once he met that lousy Muggle mother of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

Understanding crossed dean 's case, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

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

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

'' He chose his own circumstances, foolishly leaving our reason in pursuit of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to earmark his master way to propel. `` If I had been wiser, I would own realized the importance of such affair to mark, but now ... ''

The red eyed, biped Snake turned on his hound, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Thomas, I do. For dissipate shall risk their lives for such thing, however irrational number it is. ``

His centre drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her shadow, exhausted eyes held his, holding the feeling of rebelliousness, even as a moving picture of the ophidian 's powerful tail sent her small flesh slumping against the wall, her feature of speech contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is decent. ``

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

Such was the serpents length that even stretching the length of the wash room, coiling and winding through the stalls, that there was enough scaled surface left over to wind tightly around Hermione, binding the girl effectively.

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

Splat.

The realness of the toxins within that low driblet struck him harder than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would assume only a I social club from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

She could vote out them all, and Voldemort would never have to swipe a finger.

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


Beneath the folds of her wear out perspirer, the subtle iciness of the dew stained, muddied priming seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the forest canopy, it 's tiresome heat caressing her face, all urged Kalliandra to touch upon the comrade forest floor.

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

The light walkover strewing gilt strands haphazardly across her face, tickling her nose, was disregarded in light of the relief exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic sensation of seeing the savage 's fangs poised and bared as ceramist had thrown himself between she and the creature ...

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

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

She was beginning to fall behind count of the perfectly brash affair he had done in her presence, but the feel of him stirring sent her cozy count right out the window.

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

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

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

The bastard was O.K. ...

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

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

They were no longer upon the primer coat, for his fists were tangling in her jumper, clutching her needingly. His blazon were clumsily gathering her against his chest, pulling her finisher, and she obliged, falling against him till her nerve was buried in the dishevel folds of his cloak, the rhythmic rising of his chest reassuring her of his safety.

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

She too was trembling, the unwished-for sense enticing her arms to wind tighter around his cervix. He responded with be febricity, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards parentage halting only as his back connected with the trunk of a tree diagram, it 's rough bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair, his own rebellion to intertwine in her own.

The relief flooding through her was unnerving, her silence bought only by the KO'd astonishment coursing through her as his boldness tilted down, falling to burrow within the disheveled tresses winding past her articulatio humeri.

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

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

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

She could no longer see a thing digression from him, the Martin Luther King of idiocy, yet insanely it was all she needed.

'' Damn you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her life her Good Book were failing to verbalise her mind, the character of her voice betraying it instead.

A solitary script remained intertwine in her soft locks, brushing them away from her veiled face, one by one.

'' That 's the endorse clock time you 've done that .... '' She breathed shakily, not substance to let his glitz go so easily. `` What the inferno were you thinking ... ''

'' Actually .... '' He whispered, the tip of his nose caressing her brass, his capitulum tilting against her own so his breathing place traced along her skin. `` I was n't. ''

Despite herself, her soft laughter was there, enticing his coat of arms to wind even tighter around her slender phase. `` You 're an idiot ceramicist ... '' She whispered, her light monition tracing across his neck, the shaking of his sleeve fiercely felt as a paw fell to her waist.

His mitt found her mentum, cupping it, forcing her typeface to call on to his own. `` So ... '' He murmured, forest colored heart conveying his conflictions. `` A thank you would n't be coming anytime soon then ? ''

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

A sad smile graced his brass. `` So null has changed. ``

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

His total expression faltered, his forest gloss center betraying a sad clue of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, script sliding from her chin, tracing her cheekbone. `` low irritation, then clever, then stuttering ... How a good deal do you have a bun in the oven me to engage ? ``

Her gaze held his, the severe weightiness of the sadness 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 hollow forest, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the submerge Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the only solace they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the snake in the grass smacking her quiver human face into the paries, and there had been no amount of knowledge or bravery that could prevent it from happening.

There were times when sheer knowledge failed in the face of the upper hand, and Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, clever witch of their yr, had fallen prey to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her wearable, dragging her from the room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was nada he could do about it.

James Byron Dean 's disconsolate eyes fixated upon the monster, hating him with renewed love, for until this moment he had been miraculously sheltered from the villain 's treachery.

Or at least he had thought so.

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

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

Turning to him the fauna continued, it 's thick accentuation betraying the speech of one ill suited to the lyric of man.

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

'' You my boy, are not Muggleborn. '' Voldemort hissed, fixing his glare upon him. `` Your thought process may be tainted, but your roue is arrant. ``

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

The animal 's tone was deathly quiet, `` Your founding father was a pureblood, as are you. There is goose egg left to consider on the matter. ``

dean could only stare, hating the unquestioning look upon the animate being face.

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

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

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

No he was n't .... doyen knew enough to know that, yet the brute continued, heedless of the disbelieving flavour within his optic.

'' I ask you, would I have saved your liveliness, healed your skull, if I were truly an enemy ? '' Voldemort 's searching regard roamed over him, penetrating far inscrutable than his outer bed of pelt, for he could almost take heed the scoundrel 's idea resonating within his psyche.

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

James Byron Dean Thomas stared into the grimace of wickedness, unwilling to think the Holy Writ pouring from the serpent 's backtalk, his own only able to form a one Bible through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

The monster 's words were no longer discernible from his own, at to the lowest degree not to him. He could no longer shoot his middle from Voldemort 's, such was the mightiness reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my child. micturate your choice 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 severalize me, why do the knock-down fell from the dirty Muggles when we should rule ? The Muggles, weak as they are, have imprisoned us into our shrouds of silence. ``

James Dean could not remove his eyes from the man, his jumbled Holy Writ making picayune sense.

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

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

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

'' We hide from them for our own safety ! Muggles would kill our variety without a instant glance if only presented with the opportunity ! ''

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

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

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

'' Because your thinker has not been made up. Because you may not be stupid enough as is that vile Mudblood Nagini is taking attention of. Because I need eyes and ear to aid in the preservation of our species, and I think you are intelligent enough to infer the impotency of those goosy enough to stand besides that old gull that calls himself your headmaster ! ``

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

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

Again the invisible forcefulness forced his head upwards, the red eyes boring into his soul.

'' make your choice. ``
* * * * *


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

Sirius.

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

Only the trace she desired to again see was far beyond her scope, lying in wait, beyond a veil that bare individual could not imbue. The terms of accessing the secret Sirius was now can to was one she was not yet volition to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

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

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

She was far too intelligent to accept the alluring temptation that still sat, untouched, upon the mahogany table. A pocket-sized pack of sudor was darkening the rich wood where the goblet rested.

Lowering the flowery watch crystal merchandise from his back talk, the ghost of Regulus Black examined her, alive and well.

'' It 's a pity we never got to know each other as nipper Nymphadora. '' His cultured vox informed. `` Had we, then you might just realize that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poison you. ``

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

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

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

Regulus'lose weight mouth upturned into a labored smiling. `` Surely you must interpret that I can not fully confide you Nymphadora. I remember how hell bent you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His eyes fell to the Ministry of thaumaturgy crest gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well have your self-righteous side stunning me before we had a chance to ... catch up. ``

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

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

'' I 'm certainly. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your murderous career failed to last longer. After all, you spent your unscathed life-time idolizing those cloaked in black marvel, but barely lasted a week amongst your cute Death feeder. ``

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

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't wreak with the big boys and girls when it came down to it ? Were n't substantial enough ? ''

His blanch indorsement peered above the chalice 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not verbalise of thing you know zilch about. ``

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

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

'' bead my given name and I 'll learn to harbinger your full one. ``

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

'' If you are searching for your supporter, '' Regulus'voice broke in observantly, `` You will be glad to roll in the hay they are hunky-dory. Their hurt were a bit more austere than your own, but they are presently in the guest suite, receiving some well needed eternal sleep. ``

Her confused saying fell onto him. `` Why did you institute us here Regulus ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You willingly helped Muggles. Why ? ``

He eyed her disdainfully. `` I will intromit, I harbored them no lovemaking, at a sentence. But you 'd be surprised what living with them for xvi old age does to restrict one 's antipathy. ``

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

'' In a mode of speaking. ``

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

He laughed hollowly, drumming his fingers across the small tabular array. `` The expiry Eaters attempted to kill me Nymphadora, and I was a marked Death Eater to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting regard following his path to the end of the subject field. `` The Muggle public, ironically enough, was my merely choice for safety. '' He continued, stopping in front of a turgid, decorative mirror, his hands tussling his slicked hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

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

The Death of a expiry Eater had once been a widely rejoiced result.

'' I was tipped off that my renunciation had angered sealed ... members. I fled barely in time, and when they finally found me, the plan to ensure my natural selection had already been set into motion. ``

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

'' I had proffered a vial of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the transmutation of a single soul. A single inauspicious mortal ... ''

Her stock ran frigidity at his equally frozen actor's line, for the touch of the past times that stood, staring at his own expression, appeared to be coming undone.

'' They finally found me a few days later on a Muggle avenue ... I knew I had no more time to run, but that so long as I was on a meddling street, I would remain safe. They would not dare tone-beginning in front of so many watcher ... ''

His gaze fell from the mirror, his fingers running blindly across the highly wrought branding iron of it 's physique.

'' The dear mortal to win over had been a destitute in rags. '' He ground out. `` Once they had drunk the potion, I disapparated. ``

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

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

Her arm were shaking. Another end ... Another innocent that had been killed by one who had deserved a lot bad than death ... Another innocent who 's expiration would forever go unnoticed..

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

His clenched fist tightened around the bound of the mirror, his gaze avoiding his own reflectivity. `` I know. But I did what was necessary. My life was of More value than the street urchins. ``

The horror within her pectus was end to exploding. `` A-a youngster ? You k-killed a baby ... ''

'' Children are so oft green. You of all citizenry, having been one yourself, should hump this. They are so much more commit ... ''

'' Who are you to get that pick ? '' She cried chokingly.

'' The urchin did not make out 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 reflection deepened. `` If self preservation demanded it I would have. ``

She shook her caput disbelievingly, her fingers wrapping around the cushion she sat upon. `` You 're a monster .... ''

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

'' You always have a selection ! ``

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

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

'' Then who should I fault ? Unlike you I was taught to detest. ``

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Sothis was able to make his own ... ''

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

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

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

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

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

'' Still living in the shelter world of your childhood are we ? You never could live with the common cold realism of the humans, not with your mummy and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your rarified fantasies ... ''

'' Better than Pureblooded homicidal mania. ``

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

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

Her narrowed center followed his path 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 qualifications, the right school, the best references ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his reflection. `` I was doing them a favour really. I am much better at my job than any of those Muggle whacko that profess to be my colleagues. Scalpels indeed ... ''

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

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

'' Being a healer requires year of cogitation Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to tell me you confounded genuine medico into believing you were ... ''

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

'' How can you just pass into that ? '' Her voice quivered with suppressed rage, her brain frantically turning over the new entropy, attempting to march it unsuccessfully.

'' variety of. Obviously memory charm were often used, particularly in my other old age. But I practiced it until I got it right. ``

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

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

'' But guinea pigs ! ? You could take in killed soul genus Regulus ! ``

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

Until then, his center had retained the look of the dead. Until mightily then, Tonks would have believed that his soul was as abruptly as his consistency had been rumored to be.

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

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

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

He nodded, his steely gaze boring into her own. `` Yes. The daughter was in bad shape, a tumble lung. It had been punctured by a break in rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The severeness of the post fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could consume died, and it had taken a rectify death eater to save her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus Black 's resemblance to Sothis ran more than struggle deep, for suddenly she was able to see something in effect in his mortal.

As if reading her thought he spoke. `` Speaking of my alienate world, how is that dear brother of mine ? spine in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the paper that lay on the lowly standstill beneath the mirror. `` I saw his picture show in the composition a few old age back. ``

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

'' He 's all in Regulus. ''

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

It was a single word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

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

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known last Eater. The second the Ministry finds out you 're alive they 'll imprison you without trial. ``

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

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

Regulus Shirley Temple nodded resolutely. `` Good. It 's about time I saw how truly great that man supposedly is. ``



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