* * * * *


Releasing the verge for what he promised would be only moments, he continued sawing at his bandaging, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gather cherished centimetre of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his judgment fell curiously blank for the first clock time in what felt millennia.

His gaze fell upon her as she moved, shoving herself up from where she lay on the floor, arms shaking fiercely, be it from shock or the pain 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 position besides him, so close, her bloodied sleeve nearly brushing against his skin. She was blocking Dolohov 's thought of what he was doing, he knew it without even asking, for her eyes swept the elbow room as those of the hunted would.

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

Snap.

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

Her forefront fell forward, her cough lingering long enough to seem genuine, and her golden, tangled lock chamber came cascading down, falling over her eyes, veiling her locution from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering strand, glinting in the dull afternoon glow, as well as her watery orbs, remained seeable, as well as her limit wrists, white and pluck from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a digit upon her.

He would never again lay a finger upon anyone.

Harry Potter had a few darkness spells he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

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

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

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

Dolohov kicked the floor, sending tattered methamphetamine skittering across Dean 's fallen phase. `` We will be here and gone before those motley fool catch malarkey of this. Besides, these affair are delicate matters ... ''

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

Bagman seemed besides himself with interrogative. Harry mentally egged him on to be loose lipped.

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

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

The discussion ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

Her heart had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the background beyond, liquidity ardor boiling beyond their deepness. Lifting his own he followed her gaze to where Ludo traveling salesman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

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

Golden eyes flickered shut, a pain facial expression falling across her.

'' How dreary were you ? '' She breathed to herself, only barely, for the hatred saturating her cushy tones was not lost upon him.

It was chilling.

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

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her eyes fell shut, her fist opening and windup on dilute air. `` You 're bleeding thrower, are you alright ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

arcminute passed, before delicate eyelids flickered clear, her eye alight with an aberrant glow.

'' Good. '' She murmured. `` Because I can only give you a mo. ``

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

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


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

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

They would all read ...

She would not stray near him again, for her world was moving unnaturally easy, as if the events occurring around her were illusive, flutter simulacrum from horrible dreams that would surely fly with a waft of merciful consciousness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her leaping hands rose from her lap, tracing the tender line of her jaw, feeling her cooling skin. Somewhere, amidst the combat, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The dry stain of blood along her impudence gave evidence to that.

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

He was live ...

Hermione ...

The small young lady 's fingers had curled around fallen chunks of her bloodied, uprooted fuzz, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to admit onto, something solid and tangible to essay the afflictions had been veridical.

They had ...

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

The storage of a resurrect dark, long due retaliation, beckoned.

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

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling pelting pelted down, something grim intermixture with the waterlogged water licking at her nose ...

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

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

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

A boyish face appeared above her, sympathy in his oceanic centre. `` I 'm awfully good-for-naught about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever cockeyed, involuntarily tremor traveling through her, the wise pressing in the very air edifice, pulsating in uncontrolled undulation outwards.

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

The virulent comportment of Ludovic Bagman filled her, and she began drawing.

Her aim was to kill.



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'' vigour can neither be created nor destroyed, merely changed and transformed from one form to another. ``
~ number 1 Law of Thermodynamics ~



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cells were multiplying with frightening measure. She could almost feel them, enticing her intimation to follow in sharp-worded, pained gasps. The gentle tickling of prior, the feel of static 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 prison cell were moving in abnormal ways.

Pained eyes flickered open upon the world, reflecting the light as entirely she could see it. For the golden mist swirled throughout the room in midst, stifling electron swarm, sending fiery shudder searing through the hollow shell of what she had once been.

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

It was her curse.

She did not reverence it, nor did she encompass it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the palpable chill to fill her lungs, cooling her rim as it passed.

His presence filled her.

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

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

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

Besides her, drawing her conjunct concentration from the impenetrable world of her mind, she noticed ceramist stirring, taking advantage of the pocket-sized distraction her played out energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could have chosen to attack the former Death Eater, but it had to be him.

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

He had not lifted a finger.

'' I 'm awfully good-for-nothing about this kid ... ''

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

But Ludovic first.

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

She pulled Ludovic 's strength of sprightliness into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The energy driving his spirit pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a panicked small fry until she finally had him in her grasp.

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

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

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

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneel one, leaving her no choice save to absorb it 's sudden release with a twisted sense of atonement.

Her eyes flicked spread as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy chromaticity of golden light dancing around her, fading away as the shroud 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.
* * * * *


'' peg with the pack, go wide and we will drink down you ourselves. brother or not. ``

The coterie loss leader 's run-in reverberated inside the wolf 's pound skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactive senses, the townsman 's cruor teasing the camp, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

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

The wolf pawed the earth with open savagery, the brute 's craze at being deprived it 's quarry apparent to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the words of the pack into it 's aching mind, for the tempting allure of the towner 's blood, located just within the bulwark of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to lose itself.

It needed to feed.

The follow woman chaser, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the coarse bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the beast 's pelt was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's lacerated pelt, the bracing weeping of it 's transformation still unmistakable, for a loup-garou was quick to transform, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The knowledge drifted through the animalistic barbarism plaguing the wolf 's judgment, forcing it to remember 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, acquaintance of those within the township 's paries, the rampart sheltering beneath the very tree boughs he and the former werewolves hid below.

He was there to give away Voldemort 's aim, his program, his faults.

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

When they had stood poised on the brink of Hogsmeade, seemingly cook to lash out, he had been surprised. For their gild were not to stamp out, maim, or injure the townspeople 's inhabitants in any way. They were merely to form a sentry duty around the Ithiel Town 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding resident remained within it 's wall for a time.

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

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

But all his suppositions vanished as the scent of rake wafted upon a dusty breeze.

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


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

He felt numb, ineffective to proceed, let alone think, properly. His headway spun in a not unfamiliar way, and despite this, Harry knew where he had felt the Same sensation.

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only give you a bit ''

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only give him a moment ... A moment of misdirection. A one prospect to pick out them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The foolhardy pressure increasing around him, over-powering any indisputable mother wit of equilibrium, he forced his arms to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed move as Dolohov 's narcotised center fixed upon Ludo traveling salesman 's form, as the other Ministry official disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

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

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

The blue curse.

A Death Eater deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eyes as the in conclusion fledglings of sanity were stolen, but the scourge left Dolohov 's large frame of reference withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied glob of hair from his scalp.

The heady insistence lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy strain vanishing with a breather, and Harry fell to his articulatio genus, breathing deeply, watching in grim satisfaction as one by one, memory after memory, fled from Dolohov 's writhe, scarred mind.

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

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

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


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

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

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his freeze hands, his mind was assaulted. Every ungodly storage of the retiring weeks, of his lifetime, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his piddling fille kept him sane. He needed to stay strong for her.

The hospital room access slid unresolved, the field glass paneling revealing his Haggard musing. At the end of the guarded foyer, lined with surety, awaited the morgue.

Identification of the body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysterical battle cry drew his eyes through the rainwater coated windshield to where Tonks stood, a look of saturated alarm on her normally warm up face. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the baton he could not see.

What affected him, what jolted him, what sent his fundament pressing upon the gas peddle, the wheels spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the signified of pure, double-dyed despair that overcame him as he watched her gaffe in the mud, falling ....

She landed in the sess, her dorsum to the Earth, arms stretched upwards in battlefront of her soaked body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thick onset. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of unbelievable weight, one that would bear down upon her if she faltered, one that would crush her and then come for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their resurgence try at the menage they had taken him to. He had seen the blueish tint to her once rattling lips ...

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

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

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

The deafening auditory sensation startled him more than his daughter 's outcry, more than the phone of his cartilage break as his nozzle collided with the steering wheel, for a large incision had formed in the hood, the chalk of the windshield cracking, splintering out until a network of spider webs formed across it ...

As the sterile tack was pulled back, he knew none of it could educate one for seeing the lifeless body of the passion of their life-time for a indorse time.

The first clock time had nearly killed him ...

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

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The feel of origin trickling down his nerve, falling upon his White person knuckled handwriting, which remained firmly clutched around the cold, black steering wheel, had drawn him back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bent over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the position of the car, it 's headlamp blazing a vivid path of light into the darkening, storm-shrouded day.

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

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

A huge, looming phantasm, flanked by many, many more, were surrounding them.

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

The tangible chill in the air only grew until the Frost upon the windowpane 's chip turned to ice.

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


He froze.

Harry ceramicist, a on-key Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The shock of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into account, keep open for what lay compensate before him.

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

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

Hastily he murmured the spell to loosen the remaining bandaging, wiggling his rake encrusted hands until the ropes slid to the glass strewn floor. He dropped to his stifle, reaching to sweep her blood stained locks aside, when a shaken, yet commanding voice, halted him.

kneel besides her, Harry stared morass jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his understructure, a dark bruise encircling the slope of his face.

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

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

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

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

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

'' So how foresightful have you been awake Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her substructure in one fluid motility. Her bound hands began fiddling with her land strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere pestilence to be take with.

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

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

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

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

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden appearing was routed by the serious expression across the redhead 's freckled face. At a personnel casualty for explanations, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his hand upon her forehead, feeling her cool sputter beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritone, for a gentle prickling was radiating onto him, running across his clear palm tree where his skin fell onto her own, as if diminished bits of inactive electrical energy were passing between them.

His finger's breadth trailed down her cheek, a soft groan escaping her backtalk, drawing her shallow intimation into stark contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron 's Holy Writ, his eye 's drifted from her to where Dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned board that Luna was up-righting. `` We need to get helper ... '' Along the walls the scant others present were watching with lick breathing time. `` We need to get out of here before ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Ron look, we do n't have clock time for this. There are former Death feeder in townsfolk and we do n't feature time ... ''

'' We ca n't go out that thing lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own baton until it was eye tier, directed at his scar. `` I would n't let believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a Living Grim lying around and it will kill you later. ``

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

derriere him another dysphoric cardiac murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

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

His oculus narrowed. `` Would somebody kindly evidence me what 's going on here ? ``

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

Harry 's heart did not leave Ron 's for a indorsement. `` A orbit ? And to me that means .... ''

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

'' When the pauperization to obliterate multitude. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my ling commercial traveler is bushed, Harry. That thing ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his scepter. `` Did it ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Death ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His nous hurt. Ron being alive, 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 cogitate she already would have ? ``

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

'' But she ca n't be a Reach ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the lack of certainty. `` Remember story of conjuration, the unusual mintage unit of measurement ? You know with Veelas and Vampires ? things like that ? We covered range, and a scope ca n't do wizard ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do conjuration in class ... ''

Ron snorted, a smug aspect crossing his boldness. `` A pre-magicked wand. Do n't you see ? We 've never seen her do anything beyond BASIC, first year spells now have we ? ``

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

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

My God ...

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

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

Killed on quite a little ....

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

Yet looking at Ron 's expressionless facial expression, he knew it to be unfeigned. 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 auditory sensation of her scared ramblings made him gain just what he was dealing with.

Kaylens had killed individual ... His eyes flew to where Bagman had fallen, only to keep an eye on Ron traverse his way there, as if in obtuse move, bending down, taking a pulsation ...

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

Bagman was dead.

My God she really did ...

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

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


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

'' dad ... pappa .... ''

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

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

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

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

He was n't trusted when he finally lost knowingness. He was only sure that they were far beyond the cemetery where his new married woman lay.
* * * * *


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

Seeing Kaylens pull expression he rounded on Ron.

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

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

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

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

Ron let out a stutter.

'' Sorry, could n't quite take in that Ron. '' He nearly growled, glancing to the base where Kaylens sat, her frightened expression giving way to one of sheer amazement as their eyes 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 break. She surely had not asked for it, just like he had not asked to have a Death prison term hanging over his own head.

Suddenly every hostile action, every cruel word that had passed between them made double-dyed sense.

The whispered conversation in the bookstall, her wrath at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a lycanthrope, another scorned specie with laws ruling their kinds biography ...

His anger at Ron 's actions boiled over.

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

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

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

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

'' Ronald stop it ! ''

All eyes darted to the small brunette in the chair.

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

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

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

Ron 's jaw dropped. `` Hermione ! She killed Bagman ! Did she show up any mercifulness then ? Did she ? ``

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

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

'' He would n't birth. ``

The verbal diatribe between the two teen ceased at Kaylens'scarcely let loose word of honor, and as Harry turned he was surprised to rule her standing besides him, watery eyes fixated on Ron.

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

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

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

Her optic flickered closed, yet not speedy enough for him to miss the deep annoyance residing within them.

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

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

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

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

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without cerebration, but Ron was not violent.
Not only were there expiry eater to care with on the outside, he realized, ones they would hold to deal with eventually, but they now had to share with national enemies.

1 skilled in the Imperious hex ...

His eyes landed upon the whimpering char nearest the threshold, an unnaturally conjunctive look upon her face.
* * * * *


Remorse ... guilt trip ... Satisfaction ....

The lifeless survey before her, the one she had so ruthlessly denied the right wing to know, ought to instill something within her.

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly talk Sojourner Truth, resonated within the confines of her intellect. Her eyelid finally flickered shut, seeking fleeting respite as the barbed odour of scorching baseball bat rose from the nighttime recesses of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not experience as it ought. Nothing could have prepared her for the moth-eaten feeling of vanity rotting away inside.

She felt evacuate inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed retaliation, would be enough to shove her over the end crevice into the unreachable claws of cruelty.

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

He was as guilty as those who had committed the crime themselves.

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first goliath had strode into her home, extinguishing the wick of liveliness burning upon her pal and grandmother 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the truth, for the tragedy in her young life had not been enough. The spew gods governing being had not yet had their fill of her annoyance, her grief ...

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

The pain her body now felt paled in compare to the painful sensation of what she had done. The lengths she had gone to hold out that night ...

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

thrower ...

'' Let him go. '' He growled angrily. Though it was not his vocalism that drove her eyes to open, it was the strain feeling of his hand encircling her wrist joint, tugging her, forcing her to be active until she was positioned directly behind him.

The muscular tissue in his arm shook, vibrating with fiery intensity, rattling her own arm as well, yet her questioning gaze fell unnoticed, unseen upon the spine of his shadow head.

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

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

'' Your idea ... Clever really. '' Potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really know to know why you targeted her. '' The gesture of his head left no interrogative sentence that it was her to whom he was referring.

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

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

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

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

The fair sex watched her advance with a disgustful look. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should bang that I am a Ministry functionary ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

'' So let me guess Leanne. You 're considering turning her ... '' He gestured towards where she stood in thrower 's protective clench, `` in to the Ministry, and were too practically 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 womanhood was beginning to look like a cornered animate being. `` I have every right to do so ! That affair is a fiend ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening yowl of ceramicist, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to extinguish the char 's retentivity at once sent the dame 's psyche snapping back into the paries, her optic dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the rest of his Christian Bible, for she had broken away from Potter 's clasp, dropping besides Dean 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


No sooner had Kaylens released his hand than Amarante turned his wand on the remaining witting patron. `` grim dear but .... Obliviate ! ''

Hermione 's decisive look as Amarante finished putting the patron to catch some Z's was answered with an air of apology.

'' Ca n't leave her free to call on the lady friend in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No law-breaking but the British Ministry of Magic is a bit outdated in their laws and views. Australia has the decency to lead unusual metal money alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. enough had gone faulty today. They could not afford to leave any lose ending lying around.

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

Luna 's dubiousness was met by five bewildered gaze. Only then did Harry realize that she had not been merely milling around the total fourth dimension, but that she had been checking the other patron to see if they were alright.

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

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

Luna 's oral cavity 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 vote down ? All of us are alive, and they are n't that incompetent person. I thought for sure as shooting my phone number was up when that Green River curse hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can separate 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 approve Ron. ``

Ron nodded, glancing at Kaylens now. `` good-for-nothing about earliest Kaylens. I may not care you but I would never ... ''

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

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

'' You 're quite powerful Edward Young man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his ear lobe. `` If I could venture a guess I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a mitt around for emphasis. `` drubbing was merely a way to distract us from something far more sinister. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the sound of those words.

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

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

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

'' No ... She 's right on. '' Kaylens articulation was oddly distort, her brow creased with business organisation as she continued examining Dean. `` If I create a distraction one of us should be able to get it back to the school, death Eaters or not. ``

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

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

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their chief.

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

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

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

She cut him off.

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

'' How do you lie with that ? '' Ron challenged disbelievingly.

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

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

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

Her shoulders visibly stiffened, a jiffy of anger qualifying within her optic. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you want to argue or assist your friend ? ``

The red foreland threw up his deal. `` No need to get pettish .... ''

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

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

Her voice was firm, steady, a steely spark in her eye as she tore her eye away from her fallen booster. `` He needs help and he needs help soon. We need to make a motion. ``

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

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

Ron 's typeface became drawn. `` Fine. But you 're right about one thing Mione. You 're in no shape to fend for yourself at the here and now. So somebody else needs to stay behind. ``

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

'' I 'll stick. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as secure of shape as the rest of you. I 'd have trouble outrunning them as well. ``

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

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

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville hire Dean into the young woman 's toilet facility. well prop the back doorway out-of-doors so if anyone does come back they 'll think we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his friend carefully, admiring the mind. `` And the eternal rest of us will go out the men 's public lavatory window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and bang. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to make it back to Hogwarts while Amarante natural covering me ... ''

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

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

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his oral sex decisively. `` We need a distraction, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to give them one. I doubt the Death feeder, ordering to not bolt down or not, will be able to reject the opportunity to have a go at me. Besides, you 're the more know wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

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

As Amarante went to help Luna with the brace of James Dean 's neck, and the moving of his imp pattern, all the spell whistling a Muggle appearance line, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to track for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

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

Preferably a power hose.

Groaning she attempted to dislodge herself from the crevice between the vertebral column and presence fanny that her bum had fallen into, the blinding annoyance in her shoulder joint letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the spinal column seat she took stock of the berth, the tree branch jutting through the front line windshield, ending where Emily 's head should have rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering Ball upon the floor mats.

Thank God Kenneth had forgotten about belting her in.

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

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

She nearly swore, bracing against the opposite door and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the crank and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised ft. The grimace of pain was taking over her case, droplets of water from her mousy hair intermingling with her sweaty tear droplets as she continued her violent, heroic onslaught, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the splintering of the window giving way to hundreds of glittering shards flying amongst the effervesce lights already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic form slipped upon the slick wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the horn, the blaring trembling of it 's invariable, undivided noted claxon shattering the afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the strait of the still groaning locomotive engine and the hammering rain.

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

There was no pauperization to allow the sound to draw any unwanted aid, for Dementors could move fast, though a car could affect faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the beast 's effects, slumping over the wheel, and how long the puppet had had to urinate up the distance between ...

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

The United States President 's olfactory organ was clearly broken, the cartilage sufficiently contorted to take in allowed a complimentary flow of blood from it upon the wheel. Now the clopping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his upper lip as if he had been eating a sadistic popsicle flavored for the vampiric form.

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

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

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

Contorting herself as best she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rain soaked ceiling for balance. Her arm snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the window systema skeletale, and her palm slid from the roof, barely catching against the thin tree diagram trunk responsible for thwarting her previous exploit to give the threshold, and somehow this steady her.

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

Then her world lit up, a span of headlamp from the route turning to smooth blindingly onto them.

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

Sothis Black was silhouetted within them.



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~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


'' In the long history of bad approximation, this one is the spoiled ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the back street, the threshold of the Forbidden wood looming menacingly at him.

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

Weasley paled considerably, contrasting with the warms hues cast about the alley by the sun 's dying Light Within. The year was growing late, and the too soon hr of the setting sun would perhaps aid he and Luna on their project of remaining unseen in the forest 's shadows.

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's pillage orange and black socks appeared out the restroom window, and she dropped from the sill to the dusty footing, landing rather elegantly despite the large cloud of debris rising around her. Spying this the girl smiled, squatting down to spray a fine stream of urine from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

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

'' Hey pack, it 's clear ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two trumpery rear end. `` contribute me two arcminute and then I 'll be ready to cover you. ''

'' Kaylens ? '' His thickened hired hand fell onto her arm, a make up one's mind expression on his nerve. `` You 're going with Luna and Ron. ``

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

'' Please, no arguments. '' He added, as a gust of fart tunneling down the alley sent his unruly whisker into his eyes. The way his nose wrinkled in pain as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his ice, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing laughable about a perfectly healthy someone wanting to risk their life when mortal of no event was available.

somebody like her ...

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

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

His unhumorous face became further strained. `` Because I 'm a proficient while of sweetener than anyone else here Kaylens, and I do n't need anyone else getting hurt. Voldemort 's quarrel is with me, not you. ``

He was wrongly though, her incredulous facial expression heightening the event of her softly hissed tidings. `` His run-in is with everyone, not just you. You 're a naive chump to think otherwise. ``

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

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

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

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

'' There is zip left 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 practically longer. ``

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

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

Strained were the lines of his mouth.

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

A slight cough drew their attending to the Weasel 's vociferous annoyance. `` Just let the dimwit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get drink down let her, but we need to go. ``

Her heart narrowed onto the red headland, but her shortly retort was cut off by Potter.

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

Her resolute expression remained her reply to this statement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oblivious to the despondent caliber of her own run-in, Luna, the beat witch, resumed her attack on Weasley 's face, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to parry Stubby Boardman and his band.

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to dodge her endeavor, Amarante appeared command overhead, dangling precariously over the roof 's edge. Nodding his commendation at Luna 's methods, he threw potter and her a glance. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm ready to insure whenever you 're both gear up to go. ''

disappearing over the bound with a grinning far too encompassing for the situation, Luna managed to streak a cytologic smear of dark mud across the red head 's vibrant haircloth. Weasley 's frantic attempts to wipe it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of consummate spitefulness.

'' Red 's the foremost colour the human eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his frown. `` Not exactly a innate colouration for the forest either, so dulling it increases your opportunity of not being spotted. ``

Luna grinned widely, happy person agreed, and stepped back to view Weasley critically. Giving a sharp nod she pronounced him make, flouncing away without another intelligence.

'' Ruddy nutter ... '' 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 colouring material Aragog can see. '' He said cheekily.

'' Bugger off Harry. ''

Weasley 's sharp cartridge clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the woods at a much slower, less gleeful pace than the one Luna had set.

Potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would part with him her sympathy and thoughts on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were worth, silently following him to where the back street opened up onto the main road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

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

middle blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you plan on just being reckless ? '' Her rebuff smile softened the encroachment of her Book, earning her a bemused head shake.

'' If heedless is what you want ... ''

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


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

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

Good.

The characteristic squeak of poorly oiled hinge echoed across the road, two cloaked men, punk down, emerging from the Apothecary.

He smiled deviantly.

'' illusion seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a talk with that spineless snake of a master key of yours. Any idea of where I can encounter him ? ``

Tick.

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

Tock.

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

Tick.

Through the Apothecary shopfront there was movement. The death eater were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took note 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 right ... '' He mumbled in low tinge, eyes casting about for an escape itinerary. He had been so preoccupied with getting rid of Kaylens, keeping everyone but himself safe, that he had forgotten that one key detail.

After all, there was no point in two changeling getting harm, so his own, suddenly very moronic seeming self being blasted to bits would become him just fine.

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

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

The cark decease Eaters whorled, their attention caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the wind could throw out the rising embers to a fresh source of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's infancy ignited upon the mainsheet of the ogre 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the woman 's dark fabric quicker than human comprehension could process.

The cleaning woman 's pelt was already burning before the other had the sense to strike hard her to the ground, kicking loose dirt onto her to smoother the starved flames, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

going away behind the feature crackling of the kindling leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the shelter of the uttermost alley, in the antonym focusing from where Luna and Ron had gone.

The pursuance began, as one set of pounding pace hitting the sett took chase behind him, a shout rising up followed by the red New York minute of the most coarse of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the demise feeder had been given orders to kill surely that jet of Light Within would have stemmed from an uttered Unforgivable.

Two metre 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 gray storm clouds.

phantom fell across Hogsmeade 's center road, another heartbeat of brilliantly red visible light brightening the scene as he stood helplessly between the two felon, wand raised in planning to only be taken unconscious or dead.

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

The man was knocked powerfully to the ground, a large gash running the length of his cover, and spell and curses suddenly being shot towards the alley Kaylens stood in.

Kaylens had sent the sweetheart, and yet another decease eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his pace for only a import he threw away the idea of going to her aid, for his own new friend had caught him around the throat, throwing him to the ground.

Before he even had a probability to defend himself another turn from Amarante hit the death Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to land next to the one the toilet had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his metrical unit again, reclaiming his wand to disappear into what he hoped to be a now unoccupied alley.

All the alleys of Hogsmeade were indistinguishable, the Saami brick or Stone walls lining the English of the building framing them, the same codswallop bins and vacate crates, the same litter strewn soil, and the Same wizardly filth.

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

He intended to give a good chase, distracting at least a few Death Eaters from his two ally fleeing to the rook 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 recent growth spurt had lengthened his legs enough to keep a rate ahead of his chaser, but his endurance ...

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

Bolting straight down the alley, the curses meant for him reverberating off the crates, he reached it 's end, rounding the nook, nearly loosing his footing in the promiscuous sludge and grime as he flattened himself to the rear paries of what smelled distinctly the likes of Madame Puddifoots.

sceptre drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled decease eater rounded after him, only to fulfil the hard elbow to the look that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's sceptre fell from his grip, and a quick stunner ended the man 's conscious cognizance of the acute accent pain.

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

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

A Death eater ...

Without a readable crack he patiently waited until they were close decent to spring his trap, and outflow it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly smaller figure, spinning them around, his wand to their throat as they fell together against the unsmooth brick wall of the construction. `` Not a sound. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the someone 's deficiency of a struggle.

The deep lucky braid flitting in the winding, dislodged from beneath her cap in the fracas, froze his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognisable, highly infuriate huff of air.

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

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

'' Yeah well if you hex me you 'll give 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 unseen I think ... ''

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

Her bubbly colored center narrowed, golden chip burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their attention was the point, was it not ? ``

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

'' It came back the moment you lied about doing this together ceramicist ! You lied ! And to think, I actually was starting to believe that you actually were sad about early ... ''

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

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

He frowned, looking at it 's reflective surface. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just reflect the next hex sent my way with it. ``

'' funny remark, did n't seem that nonfunctional to the decease 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 loud. `` It 's not like I killed him ... sentiment crossed my mind though ... ''

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

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, message to glare.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Look ... '' He whispered gently, all previous annoyance vanishing. `` For the consequence can we just holler a armistice ? cease the bickering for a bit ? ''

She tossed her capitulum back, allowing her hood to fall gratuitous, releasing her mane of tangled ringlet that a mess of leave of absence had somehow wormed their way into.

'' O.K.. '' Her intonation tinged with discerning. `` But if you ever rive a stunt like that again ... ''

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

'' Hmph. ``

'' And while we 're on the subject of stunts ... '' He continued, eyes peering over her straits, deep into the tangled coppices where the Death Eater '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 feeling of her laugher tickled his tegument, the realization striking him perhaps harder than the mischievous flicker in her eyes.

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

'' Please tell me there 's not ... '' He trailed off, ineffectual to end the sentence.

'' A stunned end Eater in zilch but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her lower lip as laughter shook her. `` I-I figured it was a s-suitable punishment for trying to h-hex me ... ''

Yet again the girl had completely surprised him, a sudden horrible realization striking him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

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

For some reason his hand found it 's way to her thug, pulling it over her forefront once again. Her phrase draw a blank she observed him curiously, as he unconsciously began tucking her tomentum beneath it.

'' Best not to let anyone discern you then. '' He spoke softly, slower than normal, an abnormal, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a pity to not leech all of the use you can get out of this cover girl fashion statement you acquired. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a demise Eater 's pant, to extract revenge or not, I think I may induce had to wipe your retention clean for your own near. ``

She looked positively appalled, her intended retort forever remaining unspoken, for at that moment the light wrinkling of folio 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 carpus in a solid frailty grip as if he were her confined. Keeping close to the magically erected building of commerce they kept to the shadows, knowing that her morose hood would merit a second glance before any tone-beginning would be made upon them.

Like a inner ear the side by side alley 's egress appeared, but a swift shake of her head cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever comprehend dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirts of Hogsmeade 's commercial holding, until the instant to last alley was encountered.

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

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

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

The dull red hair, the device characteristic lentigo ...

The lifeless font of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, muscleman failing to obey his commands, nerves failing to elicit, meat stuttering.

'' No ... ''

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

Though there was no denying the dummy, open eyed stare of the Irish people boy staring forever up into the heavens, just as there was no way of getting around the stench, for eventually the loss of control of a corpse 's powerful system of rules allows for the dismissal of such foul things.

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

someone 's deal wrapped around his own, squeezing gently.

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A soft voice whispered, her asking heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the dent his stifle had left in the dirt. At some point he had fallen there, besides the instant scholar to meet the portion his parents had.

In that moment everything changed.

He had been wrong. How stupid was he, believing for even a second that the death Eaters would hesitate to obliterate ...

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

A retard burning, ominous rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

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

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

deliverance ....

trench within the depths of his ailing conscious, all concern for the sparing of life of anyone in the tunic of the dark Lord fled, and his upturned wand unleashed the most sinewy stunner he could muster, as less effective stunning charm streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded baton besides him.

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

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

clank !

CLANG ! clash !

The onslaught of curse word were pounding against the bin, rattling the thickset metallic element as if it were mere tin hydrofoil, a niche of the bin already melting over ...

clangor !

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

Glancing at Kaylens their heart connected, the mute interrogation of if they were each okey 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 smasher in a straight path along it, actually hitting domicile as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an attempt to deflect Harry 's hurl hex.

That decease feeder fell groaning and disoriented to the terra firma, yet the pale faced man was clearly still conscious. The wrinkling of Kaylens'nose evidenced her displeasure at this, since the other expiry Eater was no longer in their line of sight.

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

flashing Kaylens a deviant smile he aimed, the oddly silent strait of the tour striking overpowered by the ear splitting sound of the now dangling trough dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

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

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

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' Fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing phone of the death eater 's belly laugh were attracting notice, because no sooner had that pair of strong-armer been taken care of than the sound of another pair of footsteps sprinting across the leaves resounded. Only this time the somebody was coming from the rachis allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all pretence at temper 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 alley, passing the disoriented end eater just before the alley ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

marching down the foliage littered route was the fourth decease eater that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of less than a minute.

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

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

This alley was gloomy, darker than any of the previous ones they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the buildings in refreshing shade during the summertime, preventing the snow from accumulating on the roof in winter, and providing a haven for all those seeking to conduct business of the illicit variety.

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

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the niche, wand gone and the cowl of her pilfer dying Eater cloak torn off, with the pale one 's hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a vicious grip.

He saw all of this through the trash bins, eyes widening at the malignant spirit shining beneath the chaser 's hood.

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

A loud ululation broke from the goon 's throat, the shadows darkening the alley having dulled the flash of the break-dance spyglass in her hand. Now the sherd shone, reflecting the deep crimson red that could only halt from an arteria.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The Death eater 's scepter was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding appeal dying on Harry 's sassing as the night Light Within connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the foliage littering the bowling alley 's walkway in her wake.

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

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

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

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

The prickling of welling stock 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 to a greater extent ...

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

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

The thud of the Death feeder 's body hitting the ground, the cessation of the other 's desperate gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only satisfaction.

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

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

'' Right ? Right about what ? '' He asked, arms quiver, the disassociate caliber of her speech chilling him. `` Kaylens are you ... ''

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

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

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

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

She nodded weakly, and he felt her hands curling around the crease of his cloak, grasping onto him for backup as he lifted her away from the fallen destruction Eater, hauling her across the origin stained dirt into the shadowy recess he had been sheltering in before.

Setting her down, supported only by his coat of arms, he brushed her aureate tomentum aside."What were you hit with ?"His urgency was barely concealed, his eyes searching her countenance and body for any sign of the zodiac, anything at all, to show what potential curse could be running it 's track within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The Adrenalin of earlier fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the firstly freshman of fearfulness creeping into him at her faltering words.

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

'' H-harry… '' Her scarcely give tongue to row left her looking laboured. `` It h-hurts… ''

His insides froze, breathing place catching within his pharynx as he eased her to lay upon the solid ground. `` What hurts ? ''
The phone of his low, urgent articulation terrified him nearly as a great deal as the rigidification of her slender sleeve beneath his hold.

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

crushing ... His brain sought frenzically through his pantie repertoire of dark-skinned 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 frightful realization pressing down upon him like a Hypogriff.

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

Her breathing was shallow, coming in curtly, quickly outburst of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` stop calm okeh ? You need to relax…. ''

Weakly she nodded, her paling complexion striking grounds to her pressing want for air.

The counter curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' occlusive ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not comply, though her atomic number 8 was depleting, her finis modesty were being used to agitate him irrationally. `` Do n't struggle me ... ''

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

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

He caught her weapon, capturing them in the secure handgrip normally reserved for the struggling Snitch 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 grime of the alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her rose hip rose, pressing into him, against him, but his hands were now freed.

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

'' check with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to devolve dislodge, revealing the fleecy wool of a well raddled jumper.

His hands found their way to her dresser, pressing upon either side to levitate above where her lungs lay, his verge carefully gripped between. Her hair lay splayed haphazardly around her head, her Byzantine mane not concealing the effort trickling upon her damp brow, nor the damp soaking her reveal skin above her nail short letter.

Her clutches upon his pant legs was loosening, her rigid manus growing hobble as her chest's heaving grew indiscernible, arousing far more than panic within him.

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

'' Please let this work… '' He pleaded, his softly emit asking beseeching her to support on.

shutdown his eyes he allowed the tip of his wand to tilt down, touching her skin, damp with perspiration, just above her collar demarcation. His hands remained upon her chest, all density contorted into the try of relieving the air pressure upon her.

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

Wandless magic coupled with force-out of will ...

He had never before attempted such a effort.

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

His hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his thumb across her chilly skin, a dumb mantra pouring from his lips. `` Please Kaylens… Come on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the deity to dispense with her strong suit sufficiency to conclusion as the counter curse ran it's course.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her cheek, for her head had lolled to the slope to roost in his script.

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

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

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

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

His heart thudded, for her finger still remained gimp within the confines of his own.

"seed on Kaylens… One more time…"

This sentence her chest rose, ever so slightly, as if the pressing upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly slow forcefulness.

His hired hand traced along her cervix, feeling for the gentle throbbing within it, finding her pulse thrashing weakly…

gulping hard, his mitt returned to her fount, gently turning her head until the scarce sunlight of the bowling alley fell upon it. Her respiratory tract would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the mentum was directly in strain with the chest.

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

Her middle flickered slightly, the small signal betraying him, his dead body unconsciously shaking in sculptural relief as he felt her hired hand squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, rim parted as her breathing place came ever to a greater extent steadily. farsighted moment passed, his center glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her features. First the unnatural tinge to her lips attenuation, illuminate pink replacing ghostly gray, then the wispy warmth to her hide rising slowly along her jugal bone.

'' H-harry ... '' His epithet came from between her parted lips, the spectre of a phone escaping on a whispered breath.

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

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

A sparkle, amused grin escaped him at the actualization. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her branch, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender soma to collapse against him, her leaf strew haircloth tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her gross scent in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his face into her hair, clinging to her still shaking form. `` I was so frighten off the rejoinder hex would n't work on ... ''

Weak fingerbreadth clung loosely to him, her soft panting his lone response. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her hair, combing through her tangled tresses, giving in to his burning impulse to refer, to feel her presence directly beneath his hands.

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

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

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

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

She had tones ...

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

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

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

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

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his forehead against her own. `` proficient. '' He murmured, his nozzle rubbing against her own. `` Because I 'm not carrying you. ``

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the light rasping to her part, a perch object breaking loose from his neck at that moment, falling onto their enlace laps.

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

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

He scowled, taking the chain between his own finger's breadth, fully intending to reclaim his property, when the intense snapping of branchlet and crepitation of leaves, as if a sudden scuffle in a declination mass had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

Thump.

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

Thump.

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

Another audio met his ears.

Growling ...

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

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

There was not enough time.

The brute creature broke free, tearing down the alleyway for them, the other snarling in it 's Wake Island, thundering after it.

As it lunged for the putting to death, a hex to fling silver particles emerged from his sceptre to meet it, and Harry had just enough time to feel the penetrating pull behind his belly clitoris, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens hired hand.

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 somebody peril.

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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'' Just as bravery jeopardise life, fear protects it. ``
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ wraith of the past times


It was sickening ... The way the dull warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel solace it provided as it crept across his deadened skin like M of slithering serpents, their tongue like lashings reawakening his numbed cellular capacitance with frightening vigor.

Until the noisome fondness had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'unrestrained protest.

Such was the effect of serious pass injuries ...

Now he was only dimly aware of the harsh strait reverberating through the room, and the spokesperson, incomprehensible in dialect and tongue, it 's only comprehensible feature a grating hiss, filling his senses.

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

Dean doubting Thomas sought release, his eye blearily opening to witness a hellish aureole, one to which his private infliction paled in comparison. No amount of dark splotches clouding his sight could obscure the sight before him, nor the ophidian slithering across his blunt legs, pinning his physical structure to the low temperature, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The tincture of hind arm protruding from the serpent 's body, like small spurs, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's sheer width freezing his profligate that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the floor around his bandaged skull.

The convulsing struck heavily and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the snake 's weight unsuccessfully, the bout of his drumhead his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the rout out cognitive content of his own abdomen.

The hiss again ... The insistence was leaving, his body finally able-bodied to roll complimentary upon the deep red slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

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

With the trepidation of one who has never been through underworld, his gloomy center rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally sound out backtalk, as the serpents large length exerted it 's suffocating force around her small inning, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping body ...

The mysterious browned scales trailed away from her worried body, covering everything in spate, the very base appearing alert with the snake 's little apparent movement, it 's duration impossible to discern due to the sheer vastness of it 's intercoiling ...

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

A sinewy military 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 animate being commanding his very will.

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


The hunt was on.

The masher 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's nipper digging into the mud soaked forest floor, wet clumps of grass strewing in it 's backwash. The only when auditory sensation breaking the still death of the little locomote woods the abrasive pounding of the diminished coterie feet.

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

The scent of hold out human body had been detected upon the potato chip breeze snaking through the village only moments before, and now the pack was on the hunt, searching for the escaped soul.

No world were to result the village.

None active ....

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

The woman chaser would not again stray from the growled fiat of the elder. The searing warmth welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the elderberry bush had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing sense of taste of the two fresh specimens was serious reminder of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's taste had been thoroughly satiated upon the rich chassis of the fallen, leaving the Friedrich August Wolf to delight in the wiry tissue paper caught between it 's incisors, torn from the impudent corpse that had lain in pools of their own barely coagulated fluids.

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

The last duet had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for blood coagulated firmly within mere second, and no clotting had passed along the woman chaser 's knife as it had feasted, it 's tongue so deluded by the gustation, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The lesion the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's pit, were fiddling in comparison to it 's now fulfill hunger, for the blood of the dead stiffened the fur lining it 's rostrum, it 's tongue lapping at it, yearning for just one to a greater extent taste ...

It was then that the skirt chaser spotted it 's new stone pit, a flashgun of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human 's read/write head. The senior 's guttural growling signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's growls urging the wolf 's manus to lb in a faster round, a deep snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the late afternoon silence.

No humans were to get off the village ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the wards when the spell commenced .... Then they were as good as numb anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's first jabbing of fangs deftly dodged as the prey spun around the stand of a trunk, it 's evasive tactics effective.

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

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

It was a one flash bulb of the human 's whisker that caused the wolf 's hesitation.

Familiarity ...

The man hung precariously, gangly substructure swinging in a farseeing arc, it 's wand hired hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the bright lighter emitting from the man 's wand in time.

As the elder fell to the forest flooring, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very soul, all impropriety was forgotten. The wolf became entirely brute, giving into it 's carnal desires once again as it leapt in defensive structure, Fang bared ...

The human 's groundwork connected harshly with it 's retentive skull, but not before it 's teeth had sunk into the man 's form, it 's gene altering bacteriophage passing into the bloodstream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the woodland story, the human 's wand breaking from it 's reach, disappearing amongst the broken outgrowth strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the beast leapt upon the downed adversary, it 's claw digging into it 's quarry 's chest, that the gnawing conversancy within it 's judgement clamped down hard.

He had bitten a man ...

A sickening look rose up within the wolf.

The man 's lentiginose side was screwed up in pain, yet the man 's confusion regarding the wolf 's waver to finish him off was clearly reflected within the bluish astuteness of the human 's eyes.

The Wolf 's tummy churned, the thoroughly quenched taste finally allowing it to reclaim it 's thinker, and the senior was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's savage intent was clear.

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

here and now later the writhing body of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering footing of the Forbidden Forest, back into the spook Town of Hogsmeade.

The man that had fought against the fleshly savagery of his darker side of meat, had finally lost. The grounds of his bomb fight lay in the unconscious kind of the red headed scholarly person that he had dumped on the fringe of town.

What the Hugo Wolf did not have intercourse, was that the unnatural frisson passing over him was the final incantation being cast upon the village, and all within it.

Phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The creature spoke with derision, the sudden pressure upon his cheek releasing, sending his head snapping into the level with catapulted force.

The crunching of his shake up nozzle, nor his trouble groans, was paid no nous.

'' The pain you are feeling shall drop off in time Mr. doubting Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only lifelike after such combat injury. Your skull was in need of immediate attention. ``

Lifting his head, barely subject of eliciting a muscular response from his implements of war, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh blood from his face.

The movement was disagreeable, the furious retching of his torso indicative as advance contents of his stomach expelled across the floor.

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

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

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

Again his head fell under the mastery of sorcery, turning to stare the inhuman animate being in the eye.

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his psyche bobbed in response, his submaxilla striking the level with each sequential drop.

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

James Dean 's revolting expression morphed into something far more sulfurous, his angry regard glaring recklessly at the creature grinning rather amusedly.

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

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

'' What would you have sex about my Fatherhood ? '' He spat, blood colored spittle running down his lip.

Voldemort 's baton 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 horror, Hermione 's fallible breathing ringing within his ears. How could this monster know anything of his father, when he, himself, did not ?

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

James Byron Dean was shaken. His Father of the Church ... The one person he had so assiduously sought to come up ... Yet not one fact, not one rustle, had been imparted onto him from his otherwise loving mother.

There had been no contact since birthing. It was the solitary knowledge he bore asides from the dark anger, the hole tactual sensation of forsaking that he harbored below his mirthful exterior.

And now the unworthy of creature was telling him what his mother had been unable to.

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

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

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

Understanding crossed dean 's face, the cognition of what had happened sinking in.

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

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

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our reason in sideline of mob. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to allow his master room to run. `` If I had been wiser, I would take in realized the importance of such things to muggins, but now ... ''

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

His optic drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted eyes held his, holding the look of defiance, even as a motion picture of the serpent 's muscular poop sent her small signifier slumping against the wall, her feature film contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is adequate. ``

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

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

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

Splat.

The realism of the toxins within that little driblet struck him intemperate than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a single order from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

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

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


Beneath the folding of her worn perspirer, the insidious chill of the dew stained, muddied ground seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the timberland canopy, it 's dull fondness caressing her cheeks, all urged Kalliandra to stir upon the familiar forest floor.

Her hazy oculus flitted spread out, afternoon Light Within spilling into them, revealing the moss covered dry land that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless trees rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a deep, strained breath, she relaxed into the earth, her soundbox conforming around the humble Rock and branchlet, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic ordering around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the world with her.

The light breeze strewing golden strands haphazardly across her human face, tickling her olfactory organ, was disregarded in light of the relief exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic sensation of seeing the wolf 's Fang poised and bared as Potter had thrown himself between she and the creature ...

All her care was forgotten, for the reassuring lovingness 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 perfectly brash affair he had done in her bearing, but the feel of him stirring sent her informal count right out the window.

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

A breath of relief escaped her sassing, a strangle laugh falling from his own. His font turned in the crap, falling inch from her own, his bedaze eyes reflecting the surprisal filtering through both their veins.

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

The bastard was okay ...

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

He was shaking ... The realization that she cared was something for which she was ill devise, but the feeling of his weapon system instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with equal desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequent fear from her nous.

They were no longer upon the ground, for his fists were tangling in her sweater, clutching her needingly. His arms were clumsily gathering her against his dresser, pulling her finisher, and she obliged, falling against him till her side was buried in the entangle folds of his cloak, the rhythmic rising of his chest reassuring her of his safety.

His condom ... The cheeky fool ... She would hex him if she only could ...

She too was trembling, the unwished-for sense datum enticing her arms to wind tighter around his neck opening. He responded with compeer febricity, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards bloodline halting only as his back connected with the torso of a tree, it 's rough in bark scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair's-breadth, his own ascension to interlace in her own.

The relief flooding through her was redoubtable, her quiet bought only by the knocked out astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled braid winding past her shoulders.

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

tinker's dam him ... tinker's dam him and his recklessness. tinker's damn him and his ego righteous protectiveness. She was n't supposed to be concerned about anyone, yet now she was.

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

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

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

A nonsocial manus remained intertwined in her soft locks, brushing them away from her veiled boldness, one by one.

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

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

Despite herself, her lenient laughter was there, enticing his arm to wind even tighter around her slender kind. `` You 're an changeling ceramicist ... '' She whispered, her unclouded admonishment tracing across his neck, the palpitation of his arms fiercely felt as a hand fell to her waist.

His hand found her chin, cupping it, forcing her face to flex 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 headspring, will her eyes to shut, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a luck. ``

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

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

His stallion expression faltered, his wood colored centre betraying a sad hint of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, bridge player sliding from her chin, tracing her cheekbone. `` outset irritation, then clever, then stuttering ... How much do you await me to demand ? ``

Her gaze held his, the severe weighting of the lugubriousness in his own seeping through to her. `` How a great deal can you ? '' She softly questioned.

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

In the empty forest, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overcome Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the only solace they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

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

There were prison term when sheer knowledge failed in the nerve of the upper berth bridge player, and Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, cleverest enchantress of their year, had fallen prey to the Python that had clamped it 's teeth through her clothing, dragging her from the room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was nothing he could do about it.

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

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The biggest mistake one can spend a penny is in failing to believe the the true, when it is dangled right in front end of them. ``

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

His kind preferred their own talking to, the actor's line of those that slithered upon their stomach.

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

He shook his brain vigorously, `` No, not according to you, because my mother 's bloodline runs through my veins. '' Voldemort 's nerve was narrowing in disgust, and Dean took his clip annunciating his next words. `` Her filthy, Muggle stained, blood. ``

The creature 's tonus was deathly quiet, `` Your father was a pureblood, as are you. There is nothing left to consider on the matter. ``

Dean could only stare, hating the unquestioning look upon the creatures face.

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

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

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your death for your filthy maternal parentage, yet you are amiss. ``

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

'' I ask you, would I have saved your life, healed your skull, if I were truly an enemy ? '' Voldemort 's searching regard roamed over him, penetrating far deeper than his forbidden bed of skin, for he could almost discover the villain 's mentation resonating within his nous.

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

Dean Thomas stared into the fount of wickedness, unwilling to think the watchword pouring from the serpent 's lip, his own only capable to take shape a bingle word through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

'' Because you are brawny, as was your unreliable father. '' Voldemort replied, circling his kneeling strain. `` And because you 're alone. Alone as we all are. I can palpate how strongly you desire to see the accuracy, the Sojourner Truth as I once saw it. ``

The colossus 's news were no longer discernible from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer displume his heart from Voldemort 's, such was the mogul reverberating there.

'' Make a selection my child. do your choice and I shall relieve you from this prison. ``

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

'' Oh but there is. You like so many before you just break down to see it. Yet tell me, why do the powerful hide from the dirty Muggles when we should rule ? The Muggles, unaccented as they are, have imprisoned us into our mainsheet of secrecy. ``

Dean could not remove his eyes from the man, his scramble speech making little signified.

'' For ... For their guard ... ''

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

It was then that the eye inter-group communication was broken. It was then that the Legilimency, the persuasive power of hypnotism that Voldemort had mastered, ended.

'' We hide from them for our own safe ! Muggles would kill our kind without a second glance if only presented with the chance ! ''

The stallion room shook as a cubicle door slammed in the beast 's anger.

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

For reasons he could barely start to comprehend, James Dean middle remained rigidly upon the trading floor. `` W-why are you telling me this ? ``

'' Because your brain has not been made up. Because you may not be pudden-head enough as is that nauseating Mudblood Nagini is taking care of. Because I need heart and ears to aid in the preservation of our species, and I think you are reasoning enough to realize the impotency of those anserine enough to resist besides that old chump that calls himself your headmaster ! ``

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the floor in front of him, the neat folds of the creature 's gown lost upon the dirty tile.

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

Again the invisible violence forced his read/write head upwards, the red center boring into his mortal.

'' shuffling your pick. ``
* * * * *


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

Sirius.

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

Only the trace she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in wait, beyond a embryonic membrane that mere mortals 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 risks their life mundane Nymphadora, but the frequence and glitz with which you throw yours around is far too fearsome ! Now order me, do you intentionally choose the hopeless designation or do you just have a hang for finding them ? ``

Kingsley 's admonishment rung within her skull, her eyes barely focusing upon her capturer, who sat upon the copious upholstery, calmly twirling Chardonnay within his crystalline goblet, urging her to luxuriate in one of her own.

She was far too healthy to accept the alluring enticement that still sat, unmoved, upon the mahogany tabular array. A small halo of perspiration was darkening the plenteous Natalie Wood where the goblet rested.

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

'' It 's a ignominy we never got to cognise each other as children Nymphadora. '' His polite voice informed. `` Had we, then you might just recognise that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poison you. ``

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

Such had been the damage of her hesitation, the mistake of her misidentification.

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

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

Her darkness eyes narrowed, all characteristic warmheartedness long since fled. `` Old metre it is then Regulus. So enjoin me, how was it, killing Muggles at your masters bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

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

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

genus Regulus stood, her specialize eyes following his path to the end of the study.

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

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

'' Oh but I know plenitude Reggie. I may have been just a minor when you left to connect them but I knew enough. ``

'' Then you would get laid how ill advised it is to address of this so openly. And it is Regulus, I believe I told you to set down the Reggie gens when you were four. ``

'' Drop my given public figure and I 'll read to annunciate your full one. ``

An slope eyebrow was her reception, yet she paid it no thinker. The pounding of her oral sex was fading, and her middle were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' genus Regulus'voice broke in observantly, `` You will be gladiolus to know they are fine. Their injury were a bit more severe than your own, but they are presently in the guest entourage, receiving some well needed residuum. ``

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

He shrugged impassively, placing his wine methamphetamine onto the minuscule table. `` Clearly assistant 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 cousin has risen from the grave accent, and instead of leaving your tainted self and your Muggle friends to rot in that ditch you had wound up in, helped you. ``

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

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

Long minutes passed, the entirely signboard of it 's passage being the tattletale ringing of the grandfather clock in the corner, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible 60 minutes of the night.

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

'' You willingly helped Muggles. Why ? ``

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

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

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

She groaned, never allowing her eye to go forth her miraculously risen cousin. `` For once, a straightforward answer genus Regulus. ``

He laughed hollowly, drumming his fingers across the small tabular array. `` The demise feeder attempted to kill me Nymphadora, and I was a score death eater to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the field of study. `` The Muggle human beings, ironically enough, was my only when alternative for condom. '' He continued, stopping in front of a big, decorative mirror, his hired hand tussling his slicked hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

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

The last of a decease feeder had once been a widely rejoiced event.

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

From her spot upon the settle, she watched as his eyes studied his reflection, as if trying to settle if he liked what he saw beneath the surface ...

'' I had proffered a vial of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the transformation of a unity person. A single inauspicious somebody ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her branch were shaking. Another dying ... Another innocent that had been killed by one who had deserved a luck sorry than death ... Another innocent who 's personnel casualty would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an devoid person to save your own hide ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His fists tightened around the sharpness of the mirror, his regard avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was necessity. My living was of Sir Thomas More time value than the street urchins. ``

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

'' Children are so oft fleeceable. You of all people, having been one yourself, should know this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You always have a choice ! ``

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

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

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

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Canicula was able to create his own ... ''

He laughed bitterly. `` Sirius was always the strong one, the ill-affected one. But never for a secondly did he try to help me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could have chosen the way he did. ''

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

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

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

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

'' Still living in the sheltered globe of your childhood are we ? You never could consent the coldness realities of the world, not with your mummy and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your exalted illusion ... ''

'' 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 senior high paying jobs that one can achieve if only they possess the proper persuasion. '' His long fingers caressed the worn wood of his scepter, it 's blunt end emerging from the sack of his overcoat.

Her narrowed middle followed his course to the end of the field. `` You threatened them .... ''

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

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

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

'' Being a healer requires age of bailiwick Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to tell apart 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 voice quivered with suppressed madness, her brain frantically turning over the new info, attempting to process it unsuccessfully.

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

'' You used human beingness as ginzo squealer ... '' The shrillness to her voice had reached a crescendo.

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

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

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

Until then, his eyes had retained the look of the dead. Until right then, Tonks would have believed that his soul was as dead as his consistence had been rumored to be.

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

'' Many of them would birth died had it not been for my magic Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the magic the Ministry egotistically keeps 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 girl was in bad shape, a collapsed lung. It had been punctured by a demote rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the impact of the collapse. ``

The severity of the state of affairs fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could let died, and it had taken a reformed Death Eater to hold open her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus Black 's resemblance to Sirius ran more than skin trench, for suddenly she was able to see something in effect in his mortal.

As if reading her thoughts he spoke. `` speech production of my estrange world, how is that pricy pal of mine ? Back in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a transcript of the paper that lay on the small-scale rack beneath the mirror. `` I saw his motion-picture show in the paper a few years back. ``

She tore her eyes from him for the beginning prison term since awakening. There was no longer a reason to eye him suspiciously.

'' He 's dead Regulus. ''

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

It was a single word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

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

Was he forgetting his own spot ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known Death Eater. The s the Ministry finds out you 're awake they 'll imprison you without trial. ``

The muteness was scarcely penetrable by his next Christian Bible. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the Minister of legerdemain in a closed localization then. I will not go to prison. '' His interpreter shook, `` I can not. Not until the reliable monster is gone ... ''

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

Regulus Black nodded resolutely. `` Good. It 's about time I saw how truly great that man supposedly is. ``



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