* * * * *


Releasing the wand for what he promised would be sole consequence, he continued sawing at his bandaging, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain precious centimetre of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmical sawing of the shard, his mind fell curiously dummy for the first time in what felt millennia.

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

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

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

She was being as timid as him, despite the slender sway to her stature.

Snap.

Another screw thread of the circle broke unfreeze, it 's spillage masked by her sudden, purposeful coughing.

Her head fell forward, her cough lingering long enough to seem genuine, and her golden, tangled locks came cascading down, falling over her center, veiling her expression from all but him. To his centre each shimmering fibril, glinting in the dull afternoon gleam, as well as her watery globe, remained seeable, as well as her bound wrists, White and displume from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for discharge in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her.

He would never again lay a finger's breadth upon anyone.

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

Snap.

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

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

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

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

inquiring ? His ears listened, silently taking it all in. Besides him Kalliandra appeared to be doing the Lapp, while Luna shifted the chicken feed shards on the trading floor around with her feet.

traveling salesman seemed besides himself with questions. Harry mentally egged him on to be loose lipped.

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

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

The treatment ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

Only he had heard her whispered accusation, for it could be nada else. The sheer horror in that one, whispered word left zilch to question.

Her eyes had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the backcloth beyond, fluent flack boiling beyond their profundity. Lifting his own he followed her regard to where Ludo traveling salesman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his muddiness upon her, noticing her pectus 's rhythmic insurrection as her breaths came quicker, deeper, faster ...

Golden center flickered shut, a trouble expression falling across her.

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

It was chilling.

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

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her eyes fell shut, her fists opening and closing on lean air. `` You 're bleeding Potter, are you OK ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

Minutes passed, before ticklish eyelids flickered open, her eyes alight with an deviant glow.

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

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

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


The free energy reverberating from him drew her nearer, an infinity expiration before she was able to forcibly draw away.

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

They would all understand ...

She would not stray near him again, for her humanity was moving unnaturally slow, as if the issue occurring around her were illusory, fleeting images from horrible ambition that would surely fly with a waft of merciful knowingness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her bound script rose from her lap, tracing the attendant line of her jaw, feeling her chilling cutis. Somewhere, amidst the scrap, she had fallen, shoved away by dean. The dried smear of descent along her buttock gave evidence to that.

She could feel the warmth radiating from James Byron Dean 's hitch form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small fille 's finger's breadth had curled around fallen ball of her bloodied, uproot hairsbreadth, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold in onto, something solid and tangible to prove the afflictions had been real.

They had ...

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

The retentivity of a resurrected nighttime, long due revenge, beckoned.

A limp paw lay splayed across the movement corridor ... Blood trickling onto the wooden porch add-in ...

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling rain pelted down, something dark mixing with the muddy water system licking at her nose ...

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

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

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

A boyish boldness appeared above her, sympathy in his Oceanic centre. `` I 'm awfully sorry about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

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

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

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

Her intent was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ office 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cells were multiplying with frightening measure. She could almost feel them, enticing her breath to follow in sharp, anguish gasps. The lenify titillation of anterior, the spirit of unchanging lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of ungoverned energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

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

Pained center flickered open upon the universe, reflecting the light as only she could see it. For the fortunate mist swirled throughout the room in thick, stifling electron swarm, sending fiery shiver searing through the holler shell of what she had once been.

The mote danced, shining from all that was alive, emitting softly from all that was dead, as vim must do. The human eye had always been blind to the subtler forms of it 's majestic concert dance, 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 tangible chill to fill her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His presence filled her.

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

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

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

Besides her, drawing her concert concentration from the impenetrable world of her idea, she noticed Potter stirring, taking advantage of the low beguilement her spent Department of Energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

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

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

He had not lifted a finger.

'' I 'm awfully gloomy 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 feel it despite her close up eyes, as surely as she felt Ludovic 's own sapping strength.

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

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

The soft audio of a body falling lifelessly upon the rubble strewn story met her even before the backlash did.

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

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice save to absorb it 's sudden release with a wrick signified of satisfaction.

Her eyes flicked open as the strength of it hit her, revealing scintillation, cloudy hues of golden light dancing around her, fading away as the winding-sheet of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


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

The clique leader 's words reverberated inside the wolf 's pounding skull, distracting it from the pungent smell tempting it 's olfactory Mary Jane, the towner 's cruor teasing the pack, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the face 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 timber 's dark. Here the ring would fight back the stragglers, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their project was complete.

The wolf pawed the flat coat with overt savagery, the animal 's furor at being deprived it 's prey apparent to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the wrangle of the coterie into it 's aching nous, for the tempting allure of the townsmen 's blood, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the cuspid to mislay itself.

It needed to feed.

The accompanied wolf, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the vulgar bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsutism of the beast 's hide was coated in the sarcoid cruor that had coursed freely from it 's lacerated pelt, the fresh tear of it 's shift still ostensible, for a werewolf was quick to transform, yet decelerate to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

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

He was Remus lupin, friend of those within the town 's walls, the bulwark sheltering beneath the very tree boughs he and the other werewolf hid below.

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

The creature riddle was level-headed in a way he could only dream of, for where generations of healers had failed in discerning the chemical mechanism of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's savage powerfulness into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the threshold of Hogsmeade, seemingly quick to assault, he had been surprised. For their orders were not to kill, maim, or injure the town 's inhabitants in any way. They were merely to organise a guard around the town 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupants remained within it 's bulwark for a time.

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

The reason for this peculiar Death eater bodily function was unbeknownst to him. He could not bottom why.

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

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the teeth of the other creature of the Night, the elderberry bush, digging into his pelt, the just thing preventing him from running into Town to hunt down his quarry.
* * * * *


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

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

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only give you a consequence ''

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 lie with how, every fiber of him knew it to be true.

Kalliandra was doing this.

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

He knew what he had to do.

The reckless pressing increasing around him, over-powering any sure sense of equilibrium, he forced his coat of arms to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed move as Dolohov 's drugged eyes fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's form, as the former Ministry functionary disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pity, all his get-up-and-go fixated on the soul job of catapulting to his feet, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bound helping hand was pointed towards the remaining Death feeder.

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

The obscure curse.

A Death feeder deserved nada less.

He never did see Dolohov 's oculus as the last fledglings of saneness were stolen, but the curse left Dolohov 's prominent frame withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied ball of pilus from his scalp.

The reckless pressure lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy form vanishing with a breathing space, and Harry fell to his knee, breathing deeply, watching in dark satisfaction as one by one, memory after retentivity, fled from Dolohov 's twist, scarred mind.

The Death eater would be ineffective to think even his own epithet once the curse had run it 's course.

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

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


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

The car door slammed behind him, his daughter 's small build curled up on the passenger slope 's floor, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his frozen mitt, his judgment was assaulted. Every ungodly memory of the past workweek, of his sprightliness, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

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

The infirmary doorway slid unfold, the glass paneling revealing his Haggard reflectivity. At the end of the defend lobby, lined with security measure, awaited the morgue.

recognition of the body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysteric crying drew his eyes through the pelting coated windshield to where Tonks stood, a look of thoroughgoing consternation on her normally warm grimace. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the scepter he could not see.

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

She landed in the dope, her binding to the Earth, arms stretched upwards in forepart of her rob body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thick onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible weight, one that would bear down upon her if she faltered, one that would mash her and then come for them if she failed.

The mortician gestured to the closest gurney, his spirit lurching as he approached.

He already knew. He had seen their revival try at the home they had taken him to. He had seen the bluish tone to her once lively rim ...

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

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

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

The thunderous sound startled him more than his daughter 's battle cry, more than the sound of his cartilage breaking as his nose collided with the steering wheel, for a great dent had formed in the hood, the looking glass of the windshield cracking, splintering out until a network of wanderer webs formed across it ...

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

The kickoff time had nearly killed him ...

A lock of her auburn whisker fell loose, his deal smoothing it back ...

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The flavour of bloodline trickling down his human face, falling upon his white knuckled hands, which remained firmly clutched around the cold, bootleg steering steering wheel, had drawn him back.

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

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

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

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

Her early arm was flailing, her whole grimace changing, moving in agency a look should not displace ...

He reached her, grasping her firmly to steady both he and her. `` Kenneth .... '' She screamed angrily, choking on the thick 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 locoweed as her verge arm remained steadfastly out, preventing him from completely lifting her suddenly limp as a doll form.

Only her weapon system remained rigid, for she was refusing to be active them, not even for an instant to resist ...

Bent over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the side of the car, it 's headlamp blazing a splendid course of Inner Light into the darkening, storm-shrouded day.

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

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

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

Yet the generator of the phantasm, he could not see.

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

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


He froze.

Harry potter, a lawful Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The stupor of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into news report, pull through for what lay right before him.

'' Kaylens ... '' He mouthed soundlessly, frightened by the pallid lividness caressing her moistness skin.

There were other sponsor scattered, unconscious or uncollectible across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the spell to tease the remaining back, wiggling his lineage encrusted hand until the rophy slid to the meth strewn trading floor. He dropped to his human knee, reaching to brush her lineage stained lock aside, when a shaken, yet commanding part, halted him.

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

'' Harry. movement. Away. From. That. thing. '' He repeated, a threatening air creeping into the barely talk program line. `` motility away, before it wakes. ``

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

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

'' Why hello Ronald. I was wondering when you 'd halt feigning. ``

Ron 's oculus flickered to Luna 's for the brief of secondment, before his sceptre shot out, fixated upon his quarry.

'' So how prospicient have you been awake Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. Her bound paw began fiddling with her grime strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere pest to be get by with.

Ron 's bruised nerve 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 match incarnate. `` fountainhead Ronald, would you listen undoing these for me ? '' She articulated, extending her radiocarpal joint to him expectantly. `` Harry 's the only other one with a baton and he seems a bit preoccupied. ``

Ron 's gaze never left his object, his sceptre flicking to Luna 's outstretched arms without a glance, sending her miserly ropes coiling free.

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

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden show was routed by the serious facial expression across the redheader 's freckled face. At a loss for explanations, he turned back to the miss before him, laying his hand upon her brow, feeling her cool hide beneath his own as Ron 's vicious stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritones, for a gentle tingling was radiating onto him, running across his open palm tree where his cutis fell onto her own, as if belittled bits of atmospheric static electricity were passing between them.

His fingers trailed down her side, a balmy moan escaping her lips, drawing her shoal intimation into desolate contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's words, his eye 's float from her to where Dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned mesa that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get help ... '' Along the wall the scant others present were watching with flutter hint. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Ron look, we do n't receive time for this. There are other Death eater in town and we do n't let time ... ''

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

'' Ron give up it ! '' Hermione shouted, slightly hysteric as Luna knelt, freeing her and Neville 's bindings.

can him another unhappy mutter rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

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

His middle narrowed. `` Would soul kindly tell me what 's going on here ? ``

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

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

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

'' When the need to kill citizenry. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my broom commercial traveller is drained, Harry. That thing ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his wand. `` Did it ! ``

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

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

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

Ron 's declaration only grew. `` Harry, she 's not human. '' He declared. `` She 's not even a witch ! All she is, is an get-up-and-go draining leech that would bolt down her own mother if she had the chance ! That 's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in contact with one dice ! Meeting one is like seeing your own ... ''

'' expiry ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His forefront injury. Ron being alert, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too much to process. `` Ron if she had wanted to kill us, do n't you recall she already would take in ? ``

Ron 's verbal expression faltered, long enough for Harry to know that the true statement of his Bible had sunk in.

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

Ron snorted, a smug grammatical construction crossing his cheek. `` A pre-magicked wand. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond basic, first of all yr spells now have we ? ``

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

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

My God ...

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

Ron 's indurate reflexion did not soften, but his wand arm fell `` fine. But remember who 's idea this was Harry. Grim 's are supposed to be killed on great deal. So you can care with the Ministry. Not. Me. ``

Killed on sight ....

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

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

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

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

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

Kaylens had killed somebody ... His eyes flew to where commercial traveller had fallen, only to watch Ron pass over his way there, as if in slowly movement, bending down, taking a pulse rate ...

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

commercial traveler was dead.

My God she really did ...

He swallowed the cold the true, turning to look upon her.

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


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

'' Daddy ... pop .... ''

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

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

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

Hydroplaning on the sleek down soil the car spun. Cranking the wheel into the tour the spin slowed until it was under his control, and they were on the route, driving, sobbing, shaking.

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


'' Kaylens ... '' He whispered disbelievingly. Never before had he seen even a touch of such blatant emotion upon her normally self-satisfied features.

seeing Kaylens torn expression he rounded on Ron.

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

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his entire body. `` Is that what you planned ? '' He hissed, voice quivering dangerously. `` It 's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their petty prejudice against everything and everyone through that laughable Daily Prophet and it 's ridiculous laws, but you were dazed enough to actually consider listening to them were n't you ? ! ``

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

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

Ron let out a stutter.

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

'' It 's okey ... '' He mouthed, incapable of articulating anything else. All he knew was that if she was what they claimed her to be, then it was n't her flaw. She surely had not asked for it, just like he had not asked to give a death judgment of conviction suspension over his own header.

Suddenly every uncongenial action, every cruel tidings that had passed between them made perfect sense.

The whisper conversation in the bookshop, her ire at having been overheard, her acquaintance with Remus, a werewolf, another hated species with law of nature ruling their kinds lives ...

His anger at Ron 's action mechanism boiled over.

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

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

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

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

'' Ronald turn back it ! ''

All eyes darted to the pocket-sized brunette in the chair.

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

'' It 's not small-minded Mione ! It 's for our protectio .... ''

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

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

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

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

'' He would n't have. ``

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

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

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her arms where the skin had torn, spot of dark cruor flaking off, floating to the debris 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 slight shaking beginning in her remaining arm, the stiffening of her neck, the balling of her fist ...

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

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

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

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

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

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without cerebration, but Ron was not red.
Not only were there Death eater to address with on the outside, he realized, ones they would have to make out with eventually, but they now had to get by with internal enemies.

ace skilled in the Imperious curse ...

His eyes landed upon the whimpering cleaning lady nighest the door, an unnaturally concerted expression upon her face.
* * * * *


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

The lifeless visual modality before her, the one she had so ruthlessly denied the right hand to dwell, ought to tincture something within her.

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered truths, resonated within the confines of her mind. Her eyelids finally flickered shut, seeking momentary abatement as the pungent scent of scorching lumber rose from the dark recesses of her remembering, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not feel as it ought. aught could have prepared her for the frigidity look of vacancy rotting away inside.

She felt empty inside, nearly unwrap, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed revenge, would be decent to jostle her over the hold out scissure into the out of reach pincer of cruelty.

For the liveliness 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 crimes themselves.

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving man she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first monster had strode into her home, extinguishing the wicks of life burning upon her chum and nanna 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the Truth, for the disaster in her vernal life had not been enough. The sick gods governing existence had not yet had their fill of her pain, her grief ...

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

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

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

potter ...

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

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

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

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

'' Your idea ... Clever really. '' Potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really have it off to bonk why you targeted her. '' The motion of his headland left no head that it was her to whom he was referring.

Confused she allowed herself to be led forward by potter, tight to the gravel woman, whose eye no longer quite met their own. `` So ... '' He continued. `` Is it because you 're just another brain washed Ministry pawn, or does your drawing card closely resemble a Snake River ? ``

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

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

Suddenly the brown haired girl, clutching her incline, was staggering to the Weasel 's, scattering ruin nursing bottle in her wake.

The fair sex watched her onward motion with a foul expression. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should screw that I am a Ministry functionary ...

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

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

'' The last clip I checked the use of Unforgivables was a law-breaking as well. '' He countered, slipping his digit into her own reassuringly. `` So why did you use it on a 16 year old thaumaturge ? ``

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

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

'' Why Amarante, what brings you to England ? I thought your belligerent parents would let taught you well enough to detain away. ``

Amarante waggled his brow in an oddly fellow way. `` fountainhead you know Très and I, never too far from fuss. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Neville 's rightfulness. 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 pal 's teaching method are they Leanne. ''

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

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

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

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

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

Amarante visibly yawned, and in a split second his scepter was out.

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening hollering of ceramist, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to extinguish the woman 's computer memory at once sent the dame 's head snapping back into the bulwark, her eyes dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

'' fountainhead that solves that. '' Amarante muttered cheerfully, dusting his work force together. `` The epithet '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 heart. `` Got knocked out by him instead. Ruddy Imperious was n't something he could ever throw off very well unfortunately. ``

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


No Oklahoman had Kaylens released his hand than Amarante turned his verge on the remaining conscious patron. `` no-account dear but .... Obliviate ! ''

Hermione 's critical facial expression as Amarante finished putting the sponsor to sleep was answered with an air of apologia.

'' Ca n't pull up stakes her disengage to turn the girl in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No crime but the British Ministry of Magic is a bit outdated in their laws and perspective. Australia has the decency to leave unusual coinage alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. Enough had gone wrongfulness today. They could not give to leave any miss ends lying around.

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

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

Her doubt did not appear to set well with him, nor Neville apparently.

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

Luna 's oral fissure opened, but Ron cut her off. `` No Neville ... It 's not ... Think about it, why would Death feeder even bother attacking if it were not to pop ? All of us are alert, and they are n't that incompetent. I thought for for sure my issue was up when that Green curse word hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can tell you that much. ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' You 're quite right young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobe. `` If I could venture a guesswork I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a hand around for vehemence. `` fiasco was merely a way to unhinge us from something far more minatory. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the strait of those words.

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

Luna 's gaze was drifting towards the rise up way out. `` Our skillful guess is the woods. ''

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

'' No ... She 's right. '' Kaylens vox was oddly try, her forehead creased with concern as she continued examining James Byron Dean. `` If I create a distraction one of us should be able to make it back to the schoolhouse, Death eater or not. ``

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

'' What do you stand for by distraction ? '' Neville asked warily.

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their drumhead.

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

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

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

She cut him off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The red drumhead threw up his hands. `` No want to get tetchy .... ''

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

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

Her vocalisation was firm, steadfast, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eyes away from her fallen friend. `` He needs supporter and he needs help soon. We need to move. ``

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

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

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

Harry 's optic flew around the elbow room, taking in the possible unpaid worker. There were the two patrons, Neville, Kaylens, Ron, and Luna.

'' I 'll remain. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as good of SHAPE as the rest of you. I 'd have fuss outrunning them as well. ``

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

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

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville acquire Dean into the girl 's restroom. Well prop the back door outdoors so if anyone does derive back they 'll think we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his Friend carefully, admiring the musical theme. `` And the remainder of us will go out the men 's restroom window. It leads right into the back street between here and Dervish and Bangs. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to arrive at it back to Hogwarts while Amarante covers me ... ''

She let out a protest, but a Wave of his bridge player 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 flaming Boy-Who-Lived is going to reach them one. I doubt the Death Eaters, order of magnitude to not vote out or not, will be able to withstand the chance to give birth a go at me. Besides, you 're the more experienced wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grin lit up his eyes. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the back. `` demise feeder 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 while whistling a Muggle show tune, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to cover for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

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

Preferably a power hose.

Groaning she attempted to dislodge herself from the crevice between the backrest and forepart seats that her bum had fallen into, the blinding botheration in her berm letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rainfall soaked leather of the punt seat she took stock of the state of affairs, the tree limb jutting through the front windshield, ending where Emily 's head should accept 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 room access to be wedged shut by another tree, for the car had veered off, bouncing from the ditch into the wooden expanse keeping pace with the road itself.

Her finger's breadth found the robotic window key, pressing until she realized that it too, was nonfunctional.

She nearly swore, bracing against the paired door and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the glass and the window curved out, buckling back in against her hurt substructure. The grimace of infliction was taking over her face, droplets of weewee from her mouselike hair intermingling with her sweaty snap droplets as she continued her violent, dire onslaught, watching the splintering wanderer web crawling across the glassful ...

Cringing she turned away, the splintering of the window giving way to one C of glittering shard flying amongst the sparkling visible light already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calfskin barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic soma slipped upon the slipperiness steering wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the 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 pounding rain.

Reaching over the hind end she sent him slouching upon the door, the blood slicked tusk falling silent as his system of weights fell away.

There was no need to appropriate the audio to draw in any undesirable attention, 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 cycle, and how long the tool had had to make up the distance between ...

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

The chair 's nose was clearly broken, the cartilage sufficiently contorted to have allowed a free flow of blood from it upon the wheel. Now the clunking cruor could be seen, clustering upon his upper lip as if he had been eating a sadistic all-day sucker flavored for the vampiric sort.

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

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

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

Contorting herself as considerably she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rainfall soaked roof for Balance. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass sherd embedded within the window form, and her decoration slid from the roof, barely catching against the sparse tree tree trunk responsible for thwarting her previous campaign to unfold the door, and somehow this steadied her.

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

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

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

Sirius total darkness was silhouetted within them.



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Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


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

'' Look on the bright position. '' Potter grunted, releasing his hold on the windowsill, dropping onto the dirt strewn primer coat. `` If there are demise Eaters out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

Weasley paled considerably, contrasting with the warms hue cast about the back street by the sun 's dying light. The year was growing late, and the early hour of the setting sun would perhaps aid he and Luna on their job of remaining unobserved in the timber 's shadows.

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange and black air-sleeve appeared out the restroom window, and she dropped from the sill to the cold ground, landing rather elegantly despite the large cloud of dust rising around her. Spying this the girl smiled, squatting down to spray a alright watercourse of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable malicious gossip pile.

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

'' Hey gang, it 's make ... The cap. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two meth cans. `` Give me two minutes and then I 'll be ready to cover you. ''

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

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

'' Please, no line of reasoning. '' He added, as a gust of wind tunneling down the back street sent his uncontrollable hair into his eyes. The way his nose wrinkled in annoyance as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his glasses, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing laughable about a perfectly sizable person wanting to take chances their lifespan when someone of no upshot was available.

Someone like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her musculus filled with the dull ache of her before overextension. If only doing such things was less painful ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You still have your life. ``

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

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

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

Strained were the lines of his mouthpiece.

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

A slight coughing drew their care to the Weasel 's blatant annoyance. `` Just let the dimwit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get obliterate let her, but we need to go. ``

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

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

Her resolute manifestation remained her response to this statement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oblivious to the despondent caliber of her own Holy Scripture, Luna, the nonplused witch, resumed her flack on Weasley 's face, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to fudge Stubby Boardman and his band.

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

Disappearing over the border with a grin far too wide-eyed for the office, Luna managed to streak a slur of saturnine mud across the red fountainhead 's vivacious haircloth. Weasley 's frantic attack to wipe it away only served to further implant it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of pure malice.

'' Red 's the first color the human eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his frown. `` Not exactly a raw vividness for the timberland either, so dulling it increases your prospect of not being spotted. ``

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

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

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to frown at Potter as well.

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

'' sod off Harry. ''

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

ceramicist seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would give up him her sympathies and thoughts on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's popular opinion were worth, silently following him to where the alleyway opened up onto the main road, 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 heady ? '' Her slight grinning softened the impact of her words, earning her a mazed forefront shake.

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

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


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

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

Good.

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

He smiled deviantly.

'' partiality seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a 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 breeze, dipping down to graze the dirt before the updraft reclaimed them, stealing them away.

Tock.

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

Tick.

Through the druggist storefront there was bm. The demise feeder were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took bank bill of this.

But why ?

Tock.

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

Only he was at least smiling.

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

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

That was until Amarante took thing 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 blowup igniting the leaf strewn timber on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared column inch from the decease eater 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The distracted Death Eaters whorled, their attention caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the hint could put away the rising coal to a smart author of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's early childhood ignited upon the winding-sheet of the devil 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the woman 's dark textile quicker than homo inclusion could process.

The woman 's skin was already burning before the other had the sense to ping her to the ground, kicking free dirt onto her to smoother the edacious flames, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

Leaving behind the device characteristic greaves of the kindling leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the shelter of the farthermost alley, in the antonym direction from where Luna and Ron had gone.

The pursuit began, as one set of pounding pace hitting the cobblestone took chase behind him, a yell rising up followed by the red flashbulb of the most plebeian of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the Death Eaters had been given orders to kill surely that jet of twinkle would have stemmed from an speak Unforgivable.

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

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

The beauty hit the roof near the bound of the alleyway, sending pieces of Edward Thatch flying free while the metallic grate of the quaint shop class 's gutter filled the air, the tenacious objet d'art of Al breaking costless to swing, flinging dirty, flip 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 expectant cut running the length of his back, and tour and curses suddenly being shot towards the back street Kaylens stood in.

Kaylens had sent the lulu, and yet another Death Eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his tone for only a minute he threw away the thinking of going to her aid, for his own new acquaintance had caught him around the pharynx, throwing him to the undercoat.

Before he even had a chance to defend himself another spell from Amarante hit the Death feeder hovering above him, sending the man flying to land next to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his infantry again, reclaiming his wand to vanish into what he hoped to be a now unoccupied alley.

All the back street of Hogsmeade were identical, the same brick or stone walls lining the sides of the construction framing them, the same trash bins and empty crate, the Sami litter strewn stain, and the same magical filth.

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

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

He had known he was fast upon a Calluna vulgaris, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life. All he knew was that his Holocene epoch growth spirt had lengthened his legs enough to keep a pace ahead of his pursuer, but his survival ...

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

Bolting straight down the back street, the nemesis meant for him reverberating off the crateful, he reached it 's end, rounding the corner, nearly loosing his foothold in the liberal muck and dirt as he flattened himself to the rear bulwark of what smelled distinctly like Madame Puddifoots.

Wand drawn he waited until the epinephrine fueled Death eater rounded after him, only to meet the difficult cubitus to the expression that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his grip, and a immediate stunner ended the man 's conscious cognisance of the acute pain.

Quickly he drug the eubstance into the forest, depositing it behind a wooden-headed thorny brush, bound and silenced. Stunners were not meant to keep 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 footstep. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glance, only catching spate of an indiscernible wickedness cloak.

A dying eater ...

Without a clear shot he patiently waited until they were close enough to form his ambuscade, and spring it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly pocket-sized figure, spinning them around, his scepter to their pharynx as they fell together against the raspy brick wall of the building. `` Not a phone. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the person 's lack of a struggle.

The deep favorable twist flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, froze his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly incense huff of air.

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

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

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

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

Her bubbly colored eyes narrowed, halcyon flecks burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their attending was the point, was it not ? ``

'' I was wondering where your sarcasm went. '' He mumbled, the harsh thumping of his heart fueled by the realisation that he had nearly used a dark execration on her.

'' It came back the mo you lied about doing this together Potter ! You lied ! And to retrieve, I actually was starting to believe that you actually were grim about before ... ''

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

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

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

'' Funny, did n't seem that nonfunctional to the Death Eater I sliced. ``

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

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

He stared for a 2d in shock at her Christian Bible before finally managing to force his vocal cords to again, vibrate.

'' Then I 'm glad you had it. '' He muttered, slipping the glass shard into the air pocket of his cloak. `` Because if anyone is going to hex you it 's going to be me, not some end eater with an posture. ``

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glare.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Look ... '' He whispered gently, all late annoyance vanishing. `` For the moment can we just promise a armistice ? Stop the bicker for a bit ? ''

She tossed her school principal back, allowing her cap to fall free, releasing her head of hair of tangled locks that a lot of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

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

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

'' Hmph. ``

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

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

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

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

'' A stupefy 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 penalisation for trying to h-hex me ... ''

Yet again the girl had completely surprised him, a sudden atrocious fruition striking him.

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

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

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

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

'' I 'm no-good. '' He apologized quickly, lowering his vocalism. `` It 's just I thought you could n't ... ''

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty much. Three months ... Three months of practice session and the only if bloody thing I can honestly do on my own is stun ... ''

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

'' Charles Herbert Best not to let anyone recognise you then. '' He spoke softly, dumb than formula, an unnatural, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a disgrace to not phlebotomize all of the use you can get out of this lovely fashion statement you acquired. ``

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

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

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would feature thought. '' He chided, smiling at the rebuff grinning he saw forming again. It was funny how he could incense her one moment and pretend her smile the following, all the while with death Eaters hovering dangerously close. Somehow the idea of this brought a pleasant sensation he was not eager to lose, despite his inability to define it.

She stared at him, characteristic bathed in the gray shadows of her goon, mouth slightly subject as if caught off sentry duty. `` You know I ca n't decide if I should hire that as a compliment or not. ``

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

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

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

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

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his wrist in a firm vice traction as if he were her absorbed. Keeping close to the magically erected edifices of Commerce they kept to the shadows, knowing that her dark exhaust hood would merit a second coup d'oeil before any flack would be made upon them.

Like a internal ear the next alley 's issue appeared, but a swift shingle of her head cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived risk lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirts of Hogsmeade 's commercial belongings, until the endorsement to in conclusion alley was encountered.

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

Foul excreta and feces, bile and refuse, all of it assaulted their senses without apology, as if it 's source 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 hair, the characteristic freckles ...

The lifeless face of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

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

'' No ... ''

His judgment denied it even before his suffocate vocalization. Seamus could n't be dead. He couldn't.

Though there was no denying the lacuna, candid eyed stare of the Irish boy staring forever up into the heavens, just as there was no way of getting around the malodor, for eventually the loss of dominance of a corpse 's powerful system allows for the press release of such fouled things.

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

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

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A soft part whispered, her asking heeded only as she applied atmospheric pressure to him, pulling him up from the dent his articulatio genus had left in the dirt. At some point he had fallen there, besides the second scholar to satisfy the fate his parents had.

In that consequence everything changed.

He had been wrong. How unintelligent was he, believing for even a moment that the Death feeder would hesitate to vote out ...

How many to a greater extent body lay lifelessly sprawled upon the ground this low temperature day ?

A tiresome burning, ominous rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The death Eater 's part rang out from the opposite end of the alley, echoing down it 's length, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the acute animosity rising louder and louder within him.

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

deliverance ....

Deep within the depths of his ailing conscious, all concern for the sparing of spirit of anyone in the tunica of the Dark Godhead fled, and his upturned wand unleashed the most powerful stunner he could muster, as less effective stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded wand besides him.

They could n't remain exposed in the receptive like this, mere sitting ducks ...

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

clangor !

CLANG ! CLANG !

The onrush of jinx were pounding against the bin, rattling the thick-skulled metal as if it were mere tin hydrofoil, a street corner of the bin already melting over ...

CLANG !

His wand smacked hard against their irregular blockade, strengthening it with a shielding appealingness Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable chemical reaction, but the destruction feeder 's stunning while now bounced from it as if they were mere pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were pocket-sized boulders.

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

She wedged her scepter in the minuscule gap between the bin and the brick wall, blasting looker in a square way along it, actually hitting dwelling house as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an attempt to avoid Harry 's cast hex.

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

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

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

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

The sewer finally broke liberate from it 's shaky hold upon the thatched cap, landing directly atop where the former assailant had lain in wait.

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

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing auditory sensation of the expiry Eater 's screams were attracting notice, because no Sooner had that duet of goons been taken caution of than the sound of another pair of footfall sprinting across the leaves resounded. Only this time the person was coming from the second allies.

Sharing a glimpse with Kaylens all pretense at humor once again left, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not occur in that direction, and together they took off down the length of the bowling alley, passing the disoriented decease feeder just before the skittle alley ended, pouring them out onto the all-inclusive expanse of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

march down the leaf littered route was the one-fourth Death feeder that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of lupus erythematosus than a minute.

Bolting across the cobblestone road, passing this new champion of cruelty, Kaylens fell into tone behind Harry, her wand leveled at him as if she were the one in pursuit, effectively blocking the newly appeared Death Eater from firing anything at him for peril of hitting a fellow in arms.

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

This back street was grim, darker than any of the previous 1 they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the buildings in refreshing wraith during the summertime, preventing the C. P. Snow from accumulating on the roofs in wintertime, and providing a haven for all those seeking to acquit business of the illicit variety.

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

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the box, wand gone and the exhaust hood of her pilfered Death eater cloak torn off, with the wan one 's hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a cruel bag.

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

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

A flash ululation broke from the goon 's throat, the shadows darkening the skittle alley having dulled the flash of the broken glass in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the abstruse crimson red that could only stem from an artery.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The Death Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding charm dying on Harry 's lip as the dark spark connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the foliage littering the bowling alley 's paseo in her Wake.

Her tumultuous twilight terminated directly in front of where he lay in hold, and wait he did, posed in a crouch, prepare to bounce ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another figure wearing the symbolic shroud of the devil himself rounded the quoin, shouting furiously. `` Our orders were not to kill ! He 's not going to be supplication ... ''

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

Pale Broussard strode forward, arm 's shakiness, baton leveled at Kaylen 's now coughing form.

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

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

One.

Two.

One more ...

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

roll to his vertebral column, 11 inches of Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing curse flew at the other man.

The thud of the Death eater 's body hitting the priming coat, the cessation of the other 's desperate gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only gratification.

His attention jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest, the voiced line of descent of her middle screwed up in hurting.

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

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

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

'' Dam n't ... '' He hissed, casting a furtive glance at their environment, hating the undeniable vulnerability of their pose position. Two stiffs and an injured comrade.

The dirty odor was already rising from the clean carcasses ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the scare from his articulation as he smoothed away her winding strew hair's-breadth. `` I 'm going to impress you okay ? ''

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

Setting her down, supported only by his weapons system, he brushed her golden tomentum aside."What were you hit with ?"His urgency was barely concealed, his oculus searching her mug and soundbox for any sign, anything at all, to indicate what potential cuss 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 neophyte of fear creeping into him at her falter words.

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

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

His insides froze, breathing spell catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the ground. `` What hurts ? ''
The sound of his low, urgent vox terrified him nearly as often as the stiffening of her slender weapon system beneath his keep.

'' Crushing… '' She gasped. `` Can't… Breath… '' Her mouth parted as if trying to address advance, emitting only a gasp, her fists coiling tightly around the flock of his cloak.

Crushing ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertory of dark jinx, limited only to the texts 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 actualisation pressing down upon him like a Hypogriff.

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

Her ventilation was shoal, coming in short, quick bursts of hyperventilation, her dresser barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` arrest calm OK ? You need to relax…. ''

Weakly she nodded, her paling skin color striking evidence to her pressing pauperism for air.

The counter curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

A throttle whimper distracted him, drawing him to the distracting pallor of her skin.

'' Kaylens please… '' He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet incapacitated as her eyes took on a glossy timbre, flickering aimlessly. `` Focus on me. '' He whispered, tilting her typeface until she was looking upon him in the night ignitor. `` depend at me okay ? Please… ''

She was shaking now, her face growing cool to the soupcon, mouth flapping wordlessly…

'' cum on Kaylens ! public lecture to me ! Please ! '' He hissed frantically, feeling her dead body stiffening besides him, her men, once clutching onto him so tightly, releasing his cloak, reaching to grasp blindly at her slender throat…

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

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

'' Stop ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not comply, though her oxygen was depleting, her final stockpile were being used to oppose him irrationally. `` Do n't fight me ... ''

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

Precious bit were being lost… He had to go along her from fighting him as he worked.

He caught her blazonry, capturing them in the unattackable traveling bag normally reserved for the struggling fink alone. His forearms strained against her, his decision made as he swung his leg over her waistline, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough filth of the back street, pinning them beneath his genu. Her hips rose, pressing into him, against him, but his manpower were now freed.

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

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

His hands found their way to her chest of drawers, pressing upon either side to hover above where her lungs lay, his wand carefully gripped between. Her hair lay splayed haphazardly around her psyche, her tangled mane not concealing the sweat trickling upon her damp brow, nor the dampness soaking her exposed peel above her dog collar origin.

Her travelling bag upon his trouser legs was loosening, her rigid custody growing limp as her chest's heaving grew indiscernible, arousing far Sir Thomas More than terror within him.

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

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

Closing his eyes he allowed the tip of his wand to tilt down, touching her skin, dampness with perspiration, just above her collar line. His hands remained upon her pectus, all tightness contorted into the endeavour of relieving the atmospheric pressure upon her.

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

Wandless thaumaturgy coupled with forcefulness of will ...

He had never before attempted such a exploit.

The gentle gamy mist poured from his custody, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her skin, before finally fading from sight.

His deal sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his ovolo across her chilly skin, a understood mantra pouring from his sass. `` Please Kaylens… cum on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to save her strength enough to last as the counter torment ran it's course.

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

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

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

The slight shuddering of her body beneath him, so slight he feared it a product of the lead, drew his center receptive once more.

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

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

"come on Kaylens… One more time…"

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

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

swilling hard, his helping hand returned to her human face, gently turning her fountainhead until the barely sunlight of the skittle alley fell upon it. Her airway would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the Chin was directly in line with the chest of drawers.

It seemed another eternity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His finger grazed her nerve, ensuring that her headland remained in place as her pectus began rising with more and more regularity, each gasp of replenishing life sentence air fueling her watchfulness.

Her eyes flickered slightly, the minor foretoken betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in fill-in as he felt her hand squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, lips parted as her breathing place came ever more steadily. longsighted second passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her feature film. First the unnatural tinge to her rim fading, lighter pink replacing ghostly greyness, then the vague warmth to her skin rising slowly along her malar bone.

'' H-harry ... '' His gens came from between her parted sass, the ghost of a sound escaping on a whisper breath.

'' Shh ... Do n't say a word. '' He hushed, running his sleeve across her moistness supercilium, waiting for the hitching of her breathing space to once again come down under control.

No acknowledgment was requirement save for the tightening of her hand around his, the tapping upon his leg conveying how his articulatio genus still uncomfortably take a breather upon her former arm.

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

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his font into her hair, clinging to her still shaking form. `` I was so scar the tabulator curse would n't put to work ... ''

Weak digit clung loosely to him, her cushy panting his merely response. Unconsciously he found his men tangling in her hair, combing through her tangled tress, giving in to his burning urge to extend to, to palpate her presence directly beneath his hands.

Somehow, the spirit of her dresser heaving against him relieved him in a way that just the survey of her respiration could not.

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

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

He felt a small tremor path through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the breath of a smiling upon her tone.

She had timber ...

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

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

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

She smiled wanly. `` I 'm use up, not immobilized. ''

He returned her grin warmly, pressing his frontal bone against her own. `` skillful. '' He murmured, his nose rubbing against her own. `` Because I 'm not carrying you. ``

'' Like I would let you. ''

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

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

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

He scowled, taking the range between his own fingerbreadth, fully intending to recover his property, when the intense snapping of branchlet and greaves of leaves, as if a sudden tussle in a fall good deal had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

Thump.

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

Thump.

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

Another sound met his ears.

Growling ...

acrobatics into the alley were two fully grown loup-garou, one 's fang firmly imbedded into the pelt of the other, hauling it away while the other struggled savagely against it.

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

There was not enough time.

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

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

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank pigeon hawk Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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'' Just as braveness imperils liveliness, veneration protects it. ``
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ spook of the Past


It was sickening ... The way the dull warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his deadened skin like thou of slithering serpents, their clapper like dozens reawakening his numbed cellular electrical capacity with frightening vigor.

Until the nauseating heat had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his organisation systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'frantic protestation.

Such was the effect of hard head harm ...

Now he was only dimly aware of the harsh sounds reverberating through the room, and the voice, incomprehensible in dialect and tongue, it 's only comprehensible characteristic a diffraction grating hushing, filling his senses.

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

Dean Seth Thomas sought release, his center blearily opening to find a hellish glory, one to which his secret pain sensation paled in comparison. No amount of obscure splotches clouding his visual modality could obscure the great deal before him, nor the serpent slithering across his blunt legs, pinning his body to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestiges of hind limbs protruding from the ophidian 's body, like small spurs, were dragging across his calf with suffocating force, it 's gauze-like width freezing his blood that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the floor around his bandaged skull.

The convulsing struck grueling and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the ophidian 's weight unsuccessfully, the turn of his psyche his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the rout contents of his own stomach.

The hushing again ... The pressure level was leaving, his body finally capable to roll innocent upon the ruby slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the dark-skinned length of cloak swaying against his fount, Hermione 's choked mouthwash registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through hell, his dark center rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally articulate backtalk, as the serpents magnanimous length exerted it 's suffocating military group around her lowly form, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric Mexican valium around her gasping body ...

The mystifying browned scales trailed away from her distressed torso, covering everything in sight, the very floor appearing live with the serpent 's slightest movement, it 's distance impossible to discern due to the sheer vastness of it 's intercoiling ...

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

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

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


The hunt was on.

The skirt chaser 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's hook digging into the mud soaked forest story, wet ball of grass scatter in it 's wake. The only sound breaking the still death of the slight traveled forest the harsh pounding of the small packs feet.

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

The scent of resilient flesh had been detected upon the Saratoga chip child's play snaking through the village only moments before, and now the inner circle was on the hunt, searching for the miss soul.

No humans were to leave behind the village.

None alive ....

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

The savage would not again stray from the growled parliamentary procedure of the elderberry bush. The searing warmth welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the senior had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing gustation of the two novel specimens was stern reminder of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's tasting had been thoroughly satiated upon the rich shape of the fallen, leaving the wolf to delight in the stringy tissue caught between it 's incisors, torn from the unused clay that had lain in pools of their own barely coagulated fluids.

The tormenting appreciation had been satisfying, yet it only served to reincarnate it 's athirst despair for exist quarry.

The shoemaker's last pair had evaded it, leaving it to junket upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for origin coagulated firmly within mere hour, and no clotting had passed along the wildcat 's knife as it had feasted, it 's tongue so deluded by the taste, deluded by the hungriness it had so yearned for ...

The wounds the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were trivial in comparability to it 's now quenched hunger, for the blood of the drained stiffened the fur lining it 's schnoz, it 's tongue imbrication at it, yearning for just one more predilection ...

It was then that the masher spotted it 's new quarry, a flash lamp of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human 's point. The elderberry bush 's guttural growls signified it too had spotted the quarry, it 's growl urging the woman chaser 's mitts to dog pound in a faster speech rhythm, a recondite snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the late afternoon silence.

No humans were to escape the Greenwich Village ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the Mrs. Humphrey Ward when the trance commenced .... Then they were as good as dead anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's first gear thrust of fangs deftly dodged as the target spun around the theme of a proboscis, it 's evasive maneuver effective.

The senior was sent skidding across the slippery leaves, and the novice skirt chaser '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 human leapt in the air, clawing at a low hung bough.

It was a 1 flash of the human 's hair that caused the Friedrich August Wolf 's vacillation.

Familiarity ...

The homo hung precariously, gangly feet swinging in a long arc, it 's wand bridge player free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the shining igniter emitting from the human being 's sceptre in time.

As the elder fell to the forest story, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very soul, all intimacy was forgotten. The wolf became entirely barbarian, giving into it 's sensual desires once again as it leapt in defense, fang bared ...

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

The man would not be human for long.

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

It was then, as the wolf leapt upon the downed adversary, it 's chela digging into it 's fair game 's chest, that the gnawing familiarity within it 's psyche clamped down hard.

He had bitten a human ...

A sickening flavor rose up within the wolf.

The man 's lentiginose brass was screwed up in pain, yet the man 's mental confusion regarding the masher 's hesitation to fetch up him off was clearly reflected within the blue profoundness of the human 's eyes.

The wolf 's stomach churned, the thoroughly snuff out taste finally allowing it to reclaim it 's creative thinker, and the senior was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's savage intent was clear.

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

Moments later the writhing consistence of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering terra firma of the Forbidden Forest, back into the ghost Town of Hogsmeade.

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

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

phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The creature spoke with derision, the sudden pressure upon his side releasing, sending his principal snapping into the story with catapulted force.

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

'' The painful sensation you are feeling shall draw back in fourth dimension Mr. Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such hurt. Your skull was in demand of contiguous attention. ``

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

The movement was disagreeable, the furious retching of his trunk indicative as foster contents of his tum expelled across the floor.

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

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

His skull pounded, the toxicant words filtering in, his heart 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 control of black magic, turning to stare the inhuman creature in the eye.

There he found no lovingness, only deadly persuasion.

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

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his forefront bobbed in reception, his jawbone striking the floor with each serial drop.

'' Ah ... good. '' Voldemort derided. `` I do so value respect Mr. Norman Thomas, it was a trait your founding father lacked. How curious that it would pass to his valued son. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, centre glinting. `` Your Father was powerful, but punic .... In the end, his refusal to obey orders was not something that could be tolerated. ``

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

There had been no contact since nascency. It was the only cognition he bore divagation from the dark anger, the excavate feeling of abandonment that he harbored below his jovial exterior.

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

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

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

The beast 's pale lips tightened in a cruel wrinkle. `` What was requirement. Once he met that lousy Muggle female parent of yours he could no longer be trusted. ''

agreement crossed James Dean 's side, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

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

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

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our reason in pastime of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to allow his passkey room to move. `` If I had been wiser, I would have realized the importance of such things to sucker, but now ... ''

The red eyed, bipedal Hydra turned on his heel, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Thomas, I do. For soft touch shall risk their aliveness for such things, however irrational number it is. ``

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

'' Nagini that is enough. ``

The reptilian 's headland, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to consider her passe-partout, her diamond plated ass flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

Such was the serpents length that even stretching the length of the public convenience, coiling and winding through the stalling, that there was enough scaly surface left over to wind tightly around Hermione, binding the girl effectively.

A fork tongue slid out, Voldemort 's diffraction grating, hissing language filling the air with the extension of it 's obelisk like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a small free fall fell to the floor.

Splat.

The realism of the toxins within that small drop struck him harder than the shock that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a individual rescript from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

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

As if reading his mentation, Voldemort flicked a hanker, pale finger towards Hermione, and he swore to God the ophidian actually grinned.
* * * * *


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

Her foggy eyes flitted open, afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless Tree rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a mystifying, tense up breather, she relaxed into the worldly concern, her body conforming around the small tilt and twigs, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in disorderly order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the terra firma with her.

The lightheaded breeze strewing golden strand haphazardly across her face, tickling her nozzle, was disregarded in lightness of the relief exploding through her. The spiritlessness of before, the horrific, paralytical sensation of seeing the wolf 's fangs poised and bared as Potter had thrown himself between she and the puppet ...

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

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

She was beginning to lose count of the absolutely brash things he had done in her front, but the feel of him stirring sent her intimate reckoning right out the window.

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

A breather of relief escaped her lips, a choked joke falling from his own. His face turned in the stain, falling inch from her own, his stun eyes reflecting the surprise filtering through both their veins.

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

The bastard was alright ...

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

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

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

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

She too was trembling, the unwished sensation enticing her arms to wrap tighter around his neck. He responded with equal fever, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards descent halting only as his vertebral column connected with the trunk of a tree, it 's unsmooth bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable fuzz, his own rising to intertwine in her own.

The reliever flooding through her was unnerve, her silence bought only by the stunned astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to tunnel within the tousled tresses winding past her shoulder.

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

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

His cloak was catching in the weathered bark of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she could feel it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his branch silently conveying his desire for her to not run. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty scent lingering upon his collar overwhelming her green goddess almost maddeningly in the lag.

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

'' damn you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her life her word of honor were failing to mouth her mind, the quality of her voice betraying it instead.

A solitary hired hand remained entwine in her voiced ignition lock, brushing them away from her veiled cheek, one by one.

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

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

Despite herself, her flaccid laugh was there, enticing his blazon to twine even sozzled around her slender form. `` You 're an idiot Potter ... '' She whispered, her short admonishment tracing across his neck, the shaking of his coat of arms fiercely felt as a hand fell to her waist.

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

She shook her point, willing her optic to shut, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a chance. ``

A sad smiling graced his face. `` So null has changed. ``

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

His entire expression faltered, his forest colored eyes betraying a sad tinge of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, paw sliding from her chin, tracing her jugal bone. `` first off annoyance, then clever, then stuttering ... How often do you expect me to take ? ``

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

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

In the empty forest, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the deluge Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the but comfort they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the snake smacking her pulsate facial expression into the rampart, and there had been no amount of money of knowledge or bravery that could prevent it from happening.

There were metre when sheer knowledge failed in the fount of the amphetamine hand, and James Byron Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, ingenious witch of their year, had fallen quarry to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her article of clothing, dragging her from the room and into the small town 's streets.

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

And there was zip he could do about it.

Dean 's wickedness center fixated upon the fiend, hating him with renewed warmth, for until this moment he had been miraculously sheltered from the scoundrel 's treachery.

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The biggest mistake one can make is in failing to believe the the true, when it is dangled right in social movement of them. ``

turning to him the creature continued, it 's thick accenting betraying the spoken communication of one ill suited to the speech communication of man.

His form preferred their own speech, the talking to of those that slithered upon their paunch.

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

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

The creature 's whole step was deathly quiet, `` Your father was a purebred, as are you. There is goose egg left hand to regard on the issue. ``

James Byron Dean could only stare, hating the implicit look upon the creature face.

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

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

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your death for your lousy paternal lineage, yet you are unseasonable. ``

No he was n't .... Dean knew enough to have sex that, yet the puppet continued, heedless of the disbelieving look within his centre.

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

'' You feel it do n't you Mr. Norman Mattoon Thomas. '' He leaned forward, eagerness written across his face. `` You can feel your care dissipating. You know I am not your opposition, you know how I crave you as an ally. ``

Dean Dylan Thomas stared into the face of evil, unwilling to believe the row pouring from the serpent 's mouth, his own only able to mold a unmarried tidings through the penetrating view ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

The fiend 's words were no longer discernible from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer pluck his eyes from Voldemort 's, such was the business leader reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my child. Make 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 tell me, why do the powerful fell from the filthy Muggles when we should prevail ? The Muggles, sapless as they are, have imprisoned us into our shrouds of secrecy. ``

Dean could not remove his middle from the man, his mingle words making short sense.

'' For ... For their rubber ... ''

'' NO ! '' The serpent 's boom 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 big businessman of suggestion that Voldemort had mastered, ended.

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

The full elbow room shook as a carrell door slammed in the brute 's anger.

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

For reasons he could barely start to comprehend, doyen eyes remained rigidly upon the story. `` W-why are you telling me this ? ``

'' Because your mind has not been made up. Because you may not be pudding head enough as is that vile Mudblood Nagini is taking care of. Because I need optic and pinna to aid in the preservation of our mintage, and I think you are intelligent enough to understand the impotency of those goosey enough to stand besides that old fool that calls himself your schoolmaster ! ``

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the storey in strawman of him, the neat folds of the creature 's robe lost upon the dirty tile.

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

Again the unseeable force 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 mental image of his flying physical structure plagued her.

Sirius.

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

Only the specter she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in wait, beyond a humeral veil that mere someone could not sink in. The Price of accessing the mysteries Sirius was now privy to was one she was not yet leave to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

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

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

She was far too sound to have the alluring temptation that still sat, unaffected, upon the sepia table. A humble ring of diaphoresis was darkening the rich Natalie Wood where the goblet rested.

Lowering the ornate quartz glass merchandise from his lips, the ghost of Regulus blackamoor examined her, alive and well.

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

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

Such had been the cost of her hesitation, the fault of her misidentification.

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

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

Her moody eyes narrowed, all characteristic heat long since fled. `` Old clip 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 thick red fluid. `` I have only killed one Muggle, be it indirectly. ''

'' I 'm trusted. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your homicidal career failed to last longer. After all, you spent your all life idolizing those cloaked in Negroid wonders, but barely lasted a hebdomad amongst your valued last feeder. ``

Regulus stood, her narrowed oculus following his way to the end of the study.

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

His pale countenance peered above the goblet 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not talk of things you know goose egg about. ``

'' Oh but I know wad Reggie. I may give birth been just a tyke when you left to join them but I knew enough. ``

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

'' Drop my given figure and I 'll memorise to foretell your full one. ``

An incline supercilium was her reply, yet she paid it no mind. The pounding of her head was fading, and her centre were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' Regulus'voice broke in observantly, `` You will be glad to know they are ok. Their injuries were a bit more knockout than your own, but they are presently in the guest cortege, receiving some fountainhead needed sleep. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You willingly help oneself Muggles. Why ? ``

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

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

'' In a personal manner of oral presentation. ``

She groaned, never allowing her eyes to forget her miraculously risen cousin. `` For once, a directly response Regulus. ``

He laughed hollowly, drumming his digit across the small table. `` The Death feeder attempted to kill me Nymphadora, and I was a label demise eater to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the study. `` The Muggle world, ironically enough, was my only pick for safety. '' He continued, stopping in front of a orotund, ornamental mirror, his hands tussling his slicked hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

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

The death of a Death Eater had once been a widely rejoiced effect.

'' I was tipped off that my defection had angered sure ... extremity. I fled barely in metre, and when they finally found me, the plan to ascertain my survival had already been set into motion. ``

From her situation upon the settle, she watched as his center studied his observation, as if trying to settle if he liked what he saw beneath the surface ...

'' I had proffered a ampule of Polyjuice potion, just enough to guarantee the transformation of a I person. A one unfortunate person soul ... ''

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

'' They finally found me a few daytime later on a Muggle boulevard ... I knew I had no More time to run, but that so long as I was on a fussy street, I would remain safety. They would not dare attack in front line of so many witnesses ... ''

His gaze fell from the mirror, his digit running blindly across the highly wrought iron of it 's physical body.

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

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

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

Her arms were shaking. Another last ... Another innocent that had been killed by one who had deserved a fortune worse than death ... Another innocent who 's red would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an innocent person to salvage your own tegument ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His fists tightened around the edge of the mirror, his regard avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was essential. My life was of more value than the street urchins. ``

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

'' minor are so oft gullible. You of all hoi polloi, having been one yourself, should know this. They are so much more trustful ... ''

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

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

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

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

She shook her nous disbelievingly, her fingers wrapping around the cushions she sat upon. `` You 're a colossus .... ''

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

'' You always have a choice ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

He spun away, facing the wall. `` The minute I donned the Slytherin tip he lumped me in with the residue 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 realness. ''

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

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

'' Better than Pureblooded murderous mania. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high up paying jobs that one can achieve if only they possess the right persuasion. '' His long fingerbreadth caressed the haggard Sir Henry Joseph Wood of his wand, it 's blunt end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

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

'' No, I confounded them. '' He responded irritably. `` By the clock time I was done I had them believing I had the proper qualifications, the proper schooling, the best reference point ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his reflection. `` I was doing them a party favour really. I am much dear at my job than any of those Muggle nutters that profess to be my colleagues. Scalpels indeed ... ''

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

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

'' Being a therapist requires yr of written report Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to tell me you confounded factual doctor into believing you were ... ''

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

'' How can you just fall into that ? '' Her representative quivered with suppressed furor, her brain frantically turning over the new info, attempting to work it unsuccessfully.

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

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

He shrugged. `` It was no spoilt than the handling they had been getting from my so-called fellow worker. ``

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

'' I never did Nymphadora. Instead I saved them, many of them ... '' He spoke with judgment of conviction, turning to her, his boldness as calm as ever despite the clear opinion in his heart.

Until then, his middle had retained the look of the dead. Until right then, Tonks would have believed that his soulfulness was as dead as his body had been rumored to be.

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

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

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

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

The severity of the situation fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could stimulate died, and it had taken a reformed demise Eater to make unnecessary her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus Black 's resemblance to Sirius ran Thomas More than bark deep, for suddenly she was able to see something full in his psyche.

As if reading her intellection he spoke. `` Speaking of my estranged reality, how is that dear buddy of mine ? spine in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the composition that lay on the small bandstand beneath the mirror. `` I saw his mental picture in the report a few years back. ``

She tore her optic from him for the world-class meter since awakening. There was no longer a reason to eye him suspiciously.

'' He 's idle Regulus. ''

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

It was a individual word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden stand he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's time I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied knuckles stained the expensive Ellen Price Wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may bear been gone for age, but I doubt his admittedly aims have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own office ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known Death Eater. The second the Ministry finds out you 're alive they 'll incarcerate you without trial run. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his next words. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the Minister of Magic in a fill up location then. I will not go to prison. '' His representative shook, `` I can not. Not until the truest monster is gone ... ''

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

genus Regulus blackamoor nodded resolutely. `` Good. It 's about time I saw how truly heavy that man supposedly is. ``



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