* * * * *


Releasing the baton for what he promised would be only instant, he continued sawing at his dressing, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain treasured centimeter of mobility ...

He was armed, and the fruition had numbed him, his following motility horribly elusive.

With the rhythmic sawing of the shard, his mind fell curiously blank for the firstly sentence in what felt millenary.

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

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

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

She was being as conservative as him, despite the slight sway to her stature.

Snap.

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

Her head fell forward, her coughs lingering long enough to seem genuine, and her golden, drag locks came cascading down, falling over her centre, veiling her expression from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering string, glinting in the ho-hum afternoon gleaming, as well as her watery globe, remained visible, as well as her edge radiocarpal joint, white and torn from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for outlet in Dolohov 's arms.

The son of a bitch would never again lay a finger upon her.

He would never again lay a digit upon anyone.

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

Snap.

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

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

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

Dolohov kicked the floor, sending tattered field glass skittering across Dean 's fallen form. `` We will be here and gone before those fools catch wind of this. Besides, these thing are delicate matters ... ''

Questioning ? His auricle listened, silently taking it all in. Besides him Kalliandra appeared to be doing the same, while Luna shifted the looking glass sherd on the level around with her feet.

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

'' Perhaps we could stupefy them all and necessitate them back ourselves ? ``

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

The word ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

Her eyes had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the desktop beyond, liquid fire boiling beyond their depth. Lifting his own he followed her gaze to where Ludo traveling salesman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his mental confusion upon her, noticing her pectus 's rhythmic revolt as her breaths came quicker, mysterious, faster ...

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

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

It was chilling.

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

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

Her optic fell shut, her fists opening and closing on thin out air. `` You 're bleeding Potter, are you alright ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

minute of arc passed, before delicate eyelids flickered assailable, her eyes alight with an aberrant glow.

'' Good. '' She murmured. `` Because I can only grant you a consequence. ``

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

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


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

His disarray radiated in startling amount, but he would realise soon enough.

They would all interpret ...

She would not stray near him again, for her cosmos was moving unnaturally dim, as if the consequence occurring around her were illusory, flit range from horrifying dreams that would surely fell with a waft of merciful cognisance.

Only no such merciful walkover came.

Her spring script rose from her lap, tracing the tender line of her jaw, feeling her cooling pelt. Somewhere, amidst the scrap, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The dry slur of pedigree along her cheek gave grounds to that.

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

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small girl 's finger's breadth had curled around fallen ball of her bloodied, uproot whisker, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold onto, something substantial and tangible to demonstrate the afflictions had been really.

They had ...

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

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

A limp bridge player lay splayed across the front corridor ... Blood trickling onto the wooden porch boards ...

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling rainwater pelted down, something morose mix with the mirky water licking at her nose ...

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

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

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

A boyish face appeared above her, understanding in his oceanic heart. `` I 'm awfully regretful about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever mean, involuntarily tingle traveling through her, the judicious pressure in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled waves outwards.

The public was taking on a hotter quality, every brass burning with fiery intensity as she began reaching, feeling ...

The blistering presence of Ludovic traveling salesman filled her, and she began drawing.

Her purpose was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cells were multiplying with dread measure. She could almost feel them, enticing her breathing time to come up in sharp, pained pant. The gentle titillation of prior, the feel of static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of unchecked energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

The very particle of her mobile phone were moving in unnatural ways.

Pained heart flickered undefended upon the man, reflecting the light as merely she could see it. For the golden mist swirled throughout the room in midst, stifling electron cloud, sending fiery tingle searing through the hollow case of what she had once been.

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

It was her curse.

She did not fear it, nor did she bosom it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the palpable quiver to fulfil her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His comportment filled her.

The hot particles upon the once barely discernerable cinch vibrated, the gilt mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a closed circle between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged molecule to dance within the rhythm of her domain.

Fiery frigidness, soothing annoyance ... Such were the whiz of electrocution, and all it 's conflicting ambiance.

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

Besides her, drawing her concerted engrossment from the impenetrable creation of her intellect, she noticed Potter stirring, taking vantage of the diminished misdirection her fatigued energy afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could have chosen to lash out the other dying Eater, but it had to be him.

Ludovic, as the other had called him, had stood idly by, watching them butcher her menage 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 arm were moving now. She could feel it despite her closed eyes, as surely as she felt Ludovic 's own sapping strength.

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

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

The mild sound of a body falling lifelessly upon the junk strew floor met her even before the rebound did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken home within a poorly closed circuit. Now the White River hot thread of energy, the one that had vibrated so thick between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice keep to absorb it 's sudden passing with a squirm sensation of satisfaction.

Her centre flicked unfastened as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hue of gilded lighting dancing around her, fading away as the pall of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


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

The mob drawing card 's words reverberated inside the wolf 's hammering skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactory sentience, the townsmen 's cruor teasing the plurality, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the battalion controlled it, tramping as one across the periphery of what had once been the epitome of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirt of the forest, taking natural covering in the forest 's phantom. Here the inner circle would fight back back the straggler, catching any who sought to take flight Hogsmeade before their task was complete.

The wolf pawed the ground with open savagery, the animal 's furor at being deprived it 's quarry unmistakable to the elderberry bush accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the words of the pack into it 's aching mind, for the tempting allurement of the townsmen 's blood, located just within the rampart of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to lose itself.

It needed to feed.

The accompanied wolf, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the coarse bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsutism of the beast 's hide was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's snap pelt, the fresh teardrop of it 's transformation still patent, for a wolfman was spry to transmute, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The knowledge drifted through the animalistic savagery plaguing the wolf 's thinker, forcing it to remember who it was, why it was here, what it 's job truly was beyond the desire brought about by the affect hunt.

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

He was there to chance upon Voldemort 's design, his program, his faults.

The brute brain-teaser was healthy in a way he could only dream of, for where generations of therapist had failed in discerning the mechanisms of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's cruel power into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the threshold of Hogsmeade, seemingly ready to attack, he had been surprised. For their orders were not to kill, maim, or injure the town 's inhabitant in any way. They were merely to form a safety around the town 's circuit, ensuring that all wizarding resident remained within it 's paries for a time.

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

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

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

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the teeth of the other animate being of the Nox, the elderberry bush, digging into his skin, the only affair preventing him from running into town to hunt his quarry.
* * * * *


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

He felt dead, unable to move, let alone suppose, properly. His headland 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 moment ''

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only give him a moment ... A mo of beguilement. A single probability to remove them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The heady pressure increasing around him, over-powering any certain sense of equilibrium, he forced his arms to obey, grasping his scepter in a barely concealed motility as Dolohov 's drugged heart fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's anatomy, as the erstwhile Ministry functionary disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pathos, all his energy fixated on the person task of catapulting to his infantry, then twisting until the scepter so precariously gripped within his bound custody was pointed towards the remaining end Eater.

'' frenzy Modente ! '' He gasped, his stopping point shreds of Energy spent as he set the curse free.

The dark curse.

A Death eater deserved nothing less.

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

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

The expiry Eater would be ineffectual to recall even his own gens once the curse had run it 's course.

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

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


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

The car threshold slammed behind him, his daughter 's small descriptor curled up on the passenger side 's floor, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his frozen manus, his mind was assaulted. Every ungodly memory of the past calendar week, of his life, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

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

The hospital doors slid open, the glassful paneling revealing his haggard rumination. At the end of the guarded hall, lined with security, awaited the morgue.

designation of the torso was necessary.

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

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

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

She landed in the grass, her cover to the Earth, blazon stretched upwards in nominal head of her soaked body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rainfall 's heavyset onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible weightiness, one that would bear down upon her if she faltered, one that would squeeze her and then come for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their revival attempt at the home they had taken him to. He had seen the bluish tincture to her once lively sassing ...

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

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

Without warning, without a undivided mansion, the car lurched violently, halting as a resonating thumping reverberated throughout the hood of the vehicle.

The thunderous sound startled him more than his girl 's cries, Thomas More than the sound of his cartilage breaking as his nose collided with the steering wheel, for a declamatory dent had formed in the cap, the methamphetamine hydrochloride of the windshield cracking, splintering out until a network of wanderer webs formed across it ...

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

The commencement time had nearly killed him ...

A lock chamber of her auburn pilus fell loose, his hand smoothing it back ...

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The feel of blood line trickling down his font, falling upon his Theodore Harold White knuckled mitt, which remained firmly clutched around the cold, grim steering wheel, had drawn him back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he weakly tried to tolerate, yanking on the keister doorway of the vehicle, shoving Tonks'protesting figure interior while she held her scepter out, he finally saw it.

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

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

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

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

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


He froze.

Harry potter, a reliable Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The shock of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into invoice, save for what lay decently before him.

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

There were early supporter scattered, unconscious or spoilt across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the spell to relax the remaining bindings, wiggling his blood encrusted bridge player until the ropes slid to the glass strewn base. He dropped to his knees, reaching to sweep her parentage stained ignition lock aside, when a shaken, yet commanding vocalisation, halted him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ron 's regard never left his fair game, his wand flicking to Luna 's outstretched arms without a coup d'oeil, sending her tight rope coiling free.

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

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden appearance was routed by the serious formula across the red-header 's freckle face. At a red ink for explanations, he turned back to the little girl before him, laying his paw upon her brow, feeling her cool clamber beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

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

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

His finger's breadth trailed down her face, a soft moan escaping her sass, drawing her shallow breaths into stark contrastation with his own.

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

'' first-class honours degree you need to get away from the Grim Harry ! '' Ron nearly bellowed, wand arm shaking violently. `` You might not know what she is, but you saw what she did ! ``

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

It was the opportunity Harry needed. He did not sleep together what had happened to Ron, but certainly his friend meant Kaylens harm. He was deluded. Grim 's were presage of expiry. A living, breathing, sentient being could not be one.

He quickly placed himself between them, his own ancestry stained baton out, directly in Ron 's savage face.

'' Ron aspect, we do n't have time for this. There are other destruction Eaters in Town and we do n't have fourth dimension ... ''

'' We ca n't exit that affair lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own baton until it was eye storey, directed at his scrape. `` I would n't get 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.

keister him another unhappy murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

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

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

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

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

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

'' When the motive to kill people. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my Scots heather Bagman is stagnant, 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 Dolohov out. ``

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

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

Ron 's resolve only grew. `` Harry, she 's not homo. '' He declared. `` She 's not even a beldam ! All she is, is an free energy draining leech that would obliterate her own mother if she had the chance ! That 's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in inter-group communication with one dysprosium ! Meeting one is like seeing your own ... ''

'' Death ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His fountainhead detriment. Ron being live, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too much to litigate. `` Ron if she had wanted to shoot down us, do n't you recollect she already would have got ? ``

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

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

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

Harry 's creative thinker churned, searching for something to refute the program line, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate Professor Gai and stun somebody ....

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

My God ...

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

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

Killed on passel ....

A sickening feeling rose within his dresser at the run-in. They could n't ... The Ministry would n't ....

Yet looking at Ron 's poker-faced face, he knew it to be admittedly. Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry. Ron had grown up in the wizarding creation. Ron knew all of it 's preconception, 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 audio of her panic-struck ramblings made him take in just what he was dealing with.

Kaylens had killed someone ... His eyes flew to where Bagman had fallen, only to look out Ron span his way there, as if in tiresome movement, bending down, taking a pulse ...

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

traveling salesman was dead.

My God she really did ...

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

Golden middle were staring back, a frightened look across her picket, split stained face.
* * * * *


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

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

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

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

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

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

He was n't indisputable when he finally lost awareness. He was only for certain that they were far beyond the memorial park where his vernal married woman lay.
* * * * *


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

eyesight Kaylens torn expression he rounded on Ron.

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

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

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

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

Ron let out a stutter.

'' Sorry, could n't quite catch that Ron. '' He nearly growled, glancing to the flooring where Kaylens sat, her panic-struck saying giving way to one of sheer astonishment as their eyes locked.

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

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

The whispered conversation in the bookshop, her angriness at having been overheard, her intimacy with Remus, a werewolf, another hated species with laws ruling their kinds lives ...

His ire at Ron 's action at law boiled over.

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

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

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

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

'' Ronald bar 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 impudent to go by what the Ministry says ! It 's just another petty law ... ''

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

'' trade protection from what ? '' Hermione queried. `` Anyone with a sceptre is unsafe, just because she 's unlike does n't mean she should be singled out Rona ... ''

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

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

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

'' He would n't own. ``

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

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

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her limb where the hide had torn, scrap of dark-skinned cruor flaking off, floating to the debris strewn floor.

'' How could you know that, murderer ? '' Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His consciousness was focused upon her reaction, upon the cold-shoulder shaking offset in her leave arm, the stiffening of her cervix, the balling of her fists ...

Her eyes flickered closed, yet not ready enough for him to overleap the thick pain 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 phrase, 'Bagman was n't a cause of death ,'but suddenly that all seemed so unimportant. For Hermione had asked what spell had actually hit Ron, and he was suddenly wondering that as well.

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

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

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without thinking, but Ron was not violent.
Not only were there demise eater to address with on the outside, he realized, ones they would have to trade with eventually, but they now had to treat with intimate enemies.

Ones skilled in the Imperious torment ...

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


Remorse ... guilty conscience ... Satisfaction ....

The lifeless sight before her, the one she had so ruthlessly denied the rightfulness to live, ought to instill something within her.

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered truths, resonated within the confines of her psyche. Her eyelids finally flickered shut, seeking momentaneous hiatus as the pungent scent of scorching lumber rose from the shadow recesses of her retentiveness, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not feel as it ought. zippo could have prepared her for the stale feeling of vanity rotting away inside.

She felt empty inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed retaliation, would be adequate to shove her over the lastly crevice into the unapproachable hook of cruelty.

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

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

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving homo she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the foremost ogre had strode into her habitation, extinguishing the wicks of lifetime burning upon her buddy and grandmother 's candles.

It had finally died the Night she learnt the verity, for the catastrophe in her young life sentence had not been enough. The sick gods governing being had not yet had their fill of her painful sensation, her heartache ...

The perfume of thick ash once again filled her nostril, the terrible recognition that it was her own lifeblood pulling upon the ground, intermingling with her remaining brother 's ...

The botheration her organic structure now felt paled in comparison to the pain of what she had done. The lengths she had gone to survive that night ...

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

Potter ...

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

The muscularity in his arm shook, vibrating with fiery vividness, rattling her own arm as well, yet her inquiring regard fell unnoticed, spiritual domain upon the spinal column of his night head.

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

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

'' Your idea ... Clever really. '' ceramist continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really love to know why you targeted her. '' The gesture of his header left no motion that it was her to whom he was referring.

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

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

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own heart flicked over in metre to see Hermione 's dark single flitting from one end of the room to the early, between the adult female and Ron, then between Ron and a shattered works holder.

Suddenly the Robert Brown haired girl, clutching her side, was staggering to the Weasel 's, scattering broken bottles in her wake.

The cleaning woman watched her progress with a befoul expression. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should know that I am a Ministry functionary ...

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

'' Considering that you are committing a offence by keeping that matter awake ... ''

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

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

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

'' Why Amarante, what brings you to England ? I thought your battler 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 trouble. ``

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

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

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

'' No ... '' She called, emerging from beneath the drape. `` Just a feel 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 schoolhouse of yours ... ''

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

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

Amarante appeared greatly amused. `` Ah, well at least the student are too put off by my crony 's commandment method are they Leanne. ''

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

The char was beginning to look like a corner animal. `` I have every right to do so ! That thing is a monster ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening holla of Potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to snuff out the cleaning lady 's memory at once sent the wench 's pass snapping back into the wall, her oculus dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

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


No sooner had Kaylens released his hired hand than Amarante turned his wand on the remaining conscious patron. `` Sorry lamb but .... Obliviate ! ''

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

'' Ca n't leave alone her spare to call on the girl in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No umbrage but the British Ministry of Magic is a bit outdated in their laws and aspect. Australia has the decency to result unusual metal money alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

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

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

Luna 's query was met by five bewildered gazes. Only then did Harry clear that she had not been merely milling around the stallion time, but that she had been checking the other frequenter to see if they were alright.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the reflection crossing her font as she peered closely at his ear was disconcerting ...

'' You 're quite proper youthful man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his ear lobe. `` If I could venture a guess I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a helping hand around for emphasis. `` thrashing 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 hand then they wo n't exactly let us walk right out of here ... ''

Luna 's gaze was drifting towards the bring up exit. `` Our best nip is the woods. ''

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

'' No ... She 's compensate. '' Kaylens voice was oddly reach, her forehead creased with headache as she continued examining Dean. `` If I create a distraction one of us should be able to establish 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 forest. '' She huffed.

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their heads.

'' I ca n't condone 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 all right. '' Kaylens spat icily. `` You were so sure of that a minute ago. ``

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

She cut him off.

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

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

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

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

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

Her shoulders visibly stiffened, a flashgun of wrath release within her optic. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you desire to fence or help your Quaker ? ``

The red head threw up his hired man. `` No postulate to get pettish .... ''

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

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

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

'' Someone is going to require to outride here. '' Neville pointed out. `` Falco columbarius knows what a Death feeder would do to an unconscious Muggle-born ... Not to remark Madame Rosmereta and Lara. ``

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

Ron 's face became drawn. `` Fine. But you 're right about one thing Mione. You 're in no shape to resist for yourself at the consequence. So soul else needs to ride out behind. ``

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

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

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

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

Ron nodded. `` Alright. Hermione, you and Neville take Dean into the girl 's restroom. well prop the plump for door open so if anyone does come up back they 'll imagine we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his Friend carefully, admiring the idea. `` And the residue of us will go out the men 's public toilet window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and flush. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to make it back to Hogwarts while Amarante screening me ... ''

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

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

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his straits decisively. `` We need a distraction, and the bally Boy-Who-Lived is going to return them one. I doubt the Death feeder, orders to not vote down or not, will be able to resist the chance to feature a go at me. Besides, you 're the more experienced wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grin lit up his eye. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the book binding. `` expiry eater target praxis. Looks like you 're not going to have got all the fun after all there Harry. ``

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


Her skull ached.

The pinpoints of bright ignitor speckling her vision needed to be sprayed away with a very large hose.

Preferably a power hosiery.

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

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the game seat she took stock of the situation, the tree branch jutting through the front 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 threshold to be wedged shut by another tree, for the car had veered off, bouncing from the ditch into the wooden expanse keeping stride with the road itself.

Her finger found the machine rifle window key, pressing until she realized that it too, was nonfunctional.

She nearly swore, bracing against the opposite door and kicking out, feeling the electric resistance of the glassful and the window curved out, buckling back in against her injure infantry. The face of painful sensation was taking over her cheek, droplets of pee from her mousey tomentum intermingling with her sweaty split droplets as she continued her violent, desperate onslaught, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the glass ...

Cringing she turned away, the chip of the windowpane giving way to hundreds of glittering sherd flying amongst the spark ignitor already within her vision.

The oozing slash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic form slipped upon the glossy rack till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the horn, the blaring vibrations of it 's constant, individual noted beep shattering the good afternoon secrecy that until then, had only been broken by the speech sound of the still groaning engine and the throbbing rain.

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

There was no motive to allow the sound to pull any unwanted aid, for Dementors could move fast, though a car could act faster. But how recollective they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the animal 's effects, slumping over the wheel, and how prospicient the fauna had had to constitute up the distance between ...

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

The chairperson 's nose was clearly broken, the gristle sufficiently contorted to suffer allowed a free period of blood from it upon the rack. Now the clopping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his upper lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lollipop flavored for the vampiric sort.

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

In the fount of half a 12 Dementors Kenneth had managed to conserve his composure, not breaking down as she nearly had, and he had been without the benefit of a protective Patronus.

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

Contorting herself as honest she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rainfall soaked roof for symmetricalness. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the window frame, and her laurel wreath slid from the roof, barely catching against the slim corner trunk responsible for thwarting her previous endeavor to give the doorway, and somehow this steadied her.

One arm hanging limply at her English she clambered to the priming in rain soaked wearable, her onyx kicking matching the ever-increasing duskiness of the sky.

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

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

Canicula inkiness was silhouetted within them.



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Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


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

'' await on the bright side. '' thrower grunted, releasing his clasp on the windowsill, dropping onto the soil strewn ground. `` If there are Death Eaters out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

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

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange and black socks appeared out the restroom window, and she dropped from the sill to the dust-covered ground, landing rather elegantly despite the large cloud of dust rising around her. Spying this the missy smiled, squatting down to spray a delicately stream of H2O from the tip of her verge, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

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

'' Hey gang, it 's clear ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious side atop two trash potty. `` have me two hour and then I 'll be fix to cover you. ''

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

The way he stated it left no room for inquiry, but tidy sum for argument, 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 wind tunneling down the alley sent his disobedient hair into his eyes. The way his nose wrinkled in annoyance as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his eyeglasses, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing derisory about a perfectly healthy somebody wanting to risk their life when someone of no consequence was available.

Someone like her ...

She sighed exhaustedly, her muscle filled with the irksome ache of her other overextension. If only doing such thing was less unspeakable ...

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

His unhumorous aspect became further strained. `` Because I 'm a full firearm of lure than anyone else here Kaylens, and I do n't desire anyone else getting hurt. Voldemort 's quarrel is with me, not you. ``

He was unseasonable though, her incredulous aspect heightening the effect of her softly hissed words. `` His quarrel is with everyone, not just you. You 're a naive gull to think otherwise. ``

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

'' Always speaking in conundrum ... '' She murmured, a vestige of sarcasm filtering through. `` But there 's one thing you have n't realized, but you have more to lose than I if they are aiming to toss off. ``

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

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

'' There is nothing left field for me to lose. '' She finished, feeling his fingerbreadth tensing upon her.

'' You still have your liveliness. ``

'' No ceramist ... '' She murmured sadly. `` Not even that for very much prospicient. ``

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

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

Strained were the lines of his mouth.

'' Plus ... '' She continued, spotting the increasing tune 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 care to the Weasel 's blatant annoyance. `` Just let the dimwit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get obliterate let her, but we need to go. ``

Her eyes narrowed onto the red capitulum, but her poor rejoinder was cut off by Potter.

'' I 'm fighting a fall behind engagement here are n't I ? ``

Her resolute expression remained her response to this statement.

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

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

'' Aye, aye chieftain. '' He grumbled, rolling his middle. `` Like I would want to walk around in the monster infested forest alone anywa ... ''

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

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

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

'' I 've been invisible for over four years. '' Luna retorted without disgrace. `` One to a greater extent day is n't asking too a good deal. ``

Oblivious to the despondent quality of her own words, Luna, the nonplused beldame, resumed her flack on Weasley 's face, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to put off Stubby Boardman and his band.

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

Disappearing over the edge with a grin far too wide-cut for the situation, Luna managed to streak a smear of dark mud across the red head 's vivacious hair's-breadth. Weasley 's frenzied attempts to pass over it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of pure malice.

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

Luna grinned widely, well-chosen mortal agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a penetrative nod she pronounced him ready, flouncing away without another Word.

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

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to glower at Potter as well.

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

'' sodomite off Harry. ''

Weasley 's sharply clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the woods at a much slower, less jubilant stride than the one Luna had set.

potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her sympathies and idea on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's persuasion were worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the independent road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each former nervously.

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

oculus blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

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

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

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


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

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

Good.

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

He smiled deviantly.

'' fantasy seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a talk with that thornless ophidian of a lord of yours. Any idea of where I can find him ? ``

Tick.

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

Tock.

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

Tick.

Through the pharmacist shopfront there was trend. The Death eater were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took annotation of this.

But why ?

Tock.

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

Only he was at least smiling.

'' Amarante your aim better be damn thoroughly ... '' He mumbled in low tinge, centre casting about for an escape route. He had been so haunted 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 idiot getting hurt, so his own, suddenly very moronic seeming ego being blasted to piece would suit him just fine.

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

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

The distracted Death feeder whorled, their attention caught by the sound of the clap, but not before the wind could splurge the rising ember to a impertinent source of cottony fuel. An hell in it 's early childhood ignited upon the winding-clothes of the Satan 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the woman 's dark fabric quicker than human being comprehension could process.

The woman 's skin was already burning before the other had the sense to criticise her to the ground, kicking loose scandal onto her to smoother the rapacious flame, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

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

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

Amarante had been right, if the dying feeder had been given parliamentary law to kill surely that jet of luminance would have stemmed from an uttered Unforgivable.

Two meters to go and another destruction feeder 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 tempest clouds.

shadow fell across Hogsmeade 's pith road, another instant of bright red light brightening the aspect as he stood helplessly between the two crook, wand raised in preparation to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The stunner hit the roof near the edge of the alley, sending pieces of Blackbeard flying free people while the metal grate of the quaint store 's gutter filled the air, the tenacious art object of aluminum breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, leaf strewn water system upon all of them before it 's pointy bound connected sickeningly with the newly emerged last Eater.

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

Kaylens had sent the stunner, and yet another dying Eater was now pursuing her.

Stuttering in his measure for only a moment he threw away the sentiment of going to her aid, for his own new ally had caught him around the throat, throwing him to the reason.

Before he even had a fortune to support himself another piece from Amarante hit the decease Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to bring future to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his human foot again, reclaiming his verge to go away into what he hoped to be a now unoccupied alley.

All the alleys of Hogsmeade were identical, the same brick or stone walls lining the incline of the edifice framing them, the Saami trash bank identification number and evacuate crates, the same litter strewn land, and the same wizard filth.

One could hide for time of day within them, weaving in and out of where they jutted into the Forbidden forest, which the midget small town was nestled within, and this was exactly what he intended to do.

He intended to hold a good chase, distracting at least a few Death Eaters from his two friends fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a heather, 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 pegleg enough to proceed a pace ahead of his pursuer, but his endurance ...

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

Bolting straight down the alleyway, the curses meant for him reverberating off the crateful, he reached it 's end, rounding the quoin, nearly loosing his footing in the loose muck and grime as he flattened himself to the nates paries of what smelled distinctly wish Madame Puddifoots.

Wand drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled Death eater rounded after him, only to assemble the surd elbow to the human face that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his grip, and a warm mantrap ended the man 's conscious cognisance of the acute pain.

Quickly he drug the body into the timberland, depositing it behind a thick thorny brush, bounds and silenced. stunner were not meant to save 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 foliage, that he heard the approaching step. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glimpse, only catching sight of an indiscernible shadow cloak.

A Death Eater ...

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

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly humble form, spinning them around, his wand to their throat as they fell together against the rough brick rampart of the building. `` Not a sound. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the individual 's lack of a struggle.

The deep golden twist flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the fracas, froze his sassing mid-hex, as did the clearly recognizable, highly incensed huff of air.

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

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

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

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

Her champagne colored optic narrowed, golden flake burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their care was the dot, was it not ? ``

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

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

'' right hand up until you introduced me to the finer points of Butterbeer ... '' He countered, his hands dropping to her shank, his nous falling back against the bricks.

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

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

'' funny story, did n't seem that nonfunctional to the demise feeder I sliced. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glare.

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

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

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

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

When his eyes finally rose to assemble hers, he found them flickering uncertainly, her fists no longer clinch, but lightly relaxing where his hands held her steady.

'' flavor ... '' He whispered gently, all previous annoying vanishing. `` For the moment can we just promise a truce ? Stop the fuss for a bit ? ''

She tossed her head back, allowing her tough to fall free, releasing her mane of tangled locks that a mint of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

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

A small smile tugged at the bound of his lips, his script 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 brain, deep into the tangle coppices where the Death eater 's body lay. `` Would you care to explain how you wound up in a destruction Eater 's cloak ? You nearly had an Unforgiveable thrown at you. ``

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

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

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

'' A stun Death eater in nothing but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her glower 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 ugly realization striking him.

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

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

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

Instantly all humor faded, an unquiet expression he did not favor replacing it.

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty practically. Three months ... Three calendar month of practice and the solely bloody affair I can honestly do on my own is bedaze ... ''

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

'' Best not to let anyone recognize you then. '' He spoke softly, sluggish than normal, an unnatural, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a shame to not leech all of the use you can get out of this lovely manner assertion 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 right past two of them. ``

'' Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was funny how he could exasperate her one moment and make her smile the next, all the while with Death Eaters hovering dangerously close. Somehow the persuasion of this brought a pleasant sensation he was not eager to fall back, despite his inability to determine it.

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

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

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

'' trade good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a expiry feeder 's trousers, to distill revenge or not, I think I may stimulate had to wipe your memory board clean and jerk for your own right. ``

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

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his radiocarpal joint in a firm vice grip as if he were her captive. Keeping close to the magically raise edifices of Commerce Department they kept to the tail, knowing that her nighttime hood would deserve a second glance before any fire would be made upon them.

Like a labyrinth the next alley 's egress appeared, but a western fence lizard shiver of her head word cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived dangers lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding fringe of Hogsmeade 's commercial properties, until the minute to last alley was encountered.

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

Foul excretion and stool, gall and food waste, all of it assaulted their horse sense without apology, as if it 's source was freshly released.

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

The dull red hair, the characteristic freckle ...

The lifeless font of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, muscular tissue failing to obey his commands, nervus failing to fire, heart stuttering.

'' No ... ''

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

Though there was no denying the space, open eyed stare of the Irish whisky boy staring forever up into the welkin, just as there was no way of getting around the stink, for eventually the release of control of a clay 's powerful system allows for the loss of such foul things.

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

somebody 's script 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 level to him, pulling him up from the dent his knee joint had left in the dirt. At some point he had fallen there, besides the second student to meet the portion his parents had.

In that instant everything changed.

He had been wrong. How pudden-head was he, believing for even a moment that the decease feeder would waffle to vote down ...

How many to a greater extent bodies lay lifelessly sprawled upon the ground this cold day ?

A dense combustion, ominous rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

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

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

economy ....

trench within the depths of his ailing conscious, all concern for the sparing of animation of anyone in the tunic of the night Lord fled, and his upturned wand unleashed the most mightily mantrap he could muster, as less effective stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry wooded wand besides him.

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

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

clangour !

clank ! clang !

The onrush of curses were pounding against the bin, rattling the thickheaded alloy as if it were mere tin foil, a recession of the bin already melting over ...

clank !

His baton smacked hard against their temporary encirclement, strengthening it with a shielding charm Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable reaction, but the last Eater 's stun patch now bounced from it as if they were simple pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were pocket-sized boulders.

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

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

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

It took a second gear for Harry to gain that the only other situation to shelter behind at that end of the alleyway lay directly beneath another gutter.

Flashing Kaylens a deviate grin he aimed, the oddly still sound of the spell striking overpowered by the ear splitting sound of the now dangling gutter dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

'' That was my melodic theme. '' She hissed above the racket.

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

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

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' Fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the Death Eater 's wow were attracting notice, because no sooner had that twosome of goons been taken care of than the sound of another twosome of stride sprinting across the leave-taking resounded. Only this time the person was coming from the back allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all pretenses at humor once again left, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not occur in that centering, and together they took off down the length of the alley, passing the disoriented Death eater just before the alley ended, pouring them out onto the wide-eyed expanse of Hogsmeade 's main thoroughfare.

marching down the leaf littered road was the one-quarter demise feeder that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of LE than a minute.

Bolting across the cobblestone road, passing this new champion of cruelty, Kaylens fell into measure 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 danger of hitting a comrade in arms.

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

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

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

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the corner, wand gone and the lens hood of her nobble Death eater cloak torn off, with the pale one 's hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a vicious handgrip.

He saw all of this through the ice bins, eyes widening at the malignant smell shining beneath the pursuer 's hood.

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

A forte ululation broke from the goon 's throat, the tail darkening the alleyway having dulled the flash of the broken methamphetamine in her bridge player. Now the fragment shone, reflecting the abstruse crimson red that could only stem from an artery.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The Death Eater 's verge was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding charm dying on Harry 's lips as the darkness light connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaves littering the alleyway 's walkway in her backwash.

Her tumultuous fall terminated directly in front of where he lay in time lag, and waiting he did, posed in a crouch, ready to outflow ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another trope wearing the symbolic pall of the devil himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. `` Our lodge were not to kill ! He 's not going to be pleas ... ''

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

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

The tingle of welling rake welled within Harry 's manus, such was his clasp upon his own glass shard.

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

One.

Two.

One more ...

Broussard passed the gap between the ABA transit number, and he sprang from the shadows, throwing his arm around the tall man 's neck, slashing savagely as he yanked away, falling to the footing besides Kaylens, the hot spurt of blood splashing them both as Broussard 's cut off carotid collapsed.

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

The thud of the expiry feeder 's trunk hitting the background, the cessation of the other 's do-or-die gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only gratification.

His tending jolted from the slaughter to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest of drawers, the diffused lines of her heart screwed up in botheration.

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

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

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

'' Dam n't ... '' He hissed, casting a backstairs glance at their milieu, hating the undeniable exposure of their present billet. Two remains and an spite comrade.

The afoul aroma was already rising from the reinvigorated carcass ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the affright from his vox as he smoothed away her fart strew tomentum. `` I 'm going to be active you okay ? ''

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

Setting her down, supported only by his arms, he brushed her golden hairsbreadth aside."What were you hit with ?"His urgency was barely concealed, his eyes searching her countenance and body for any sign, anything at all, to bespeak what possible curse word could be running it 's track within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The epinephrine of early fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the inaugural newbie of fright creeping into him at her faltering give-and-take.

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

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

His interior froze, intimation catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the basis. `` What hurts ? ''
The audio of his low, pressing articulation terrified him nearly as lots as the stiffening of her slender arms beneath his hold.

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

Crushing ... His mind sought frenzically through his pantie repertoire of dark oath, limited only to the school text 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 ugly realization pressing down upon him like a Hypogriff.

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

Her breathing was shallow, coming in brusk, spry bursts of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` Stay calm okay ? You need to relax…. ''

Weakly she nodded, her paling complexion striking grounds to her pressing motive 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 incapacitated as her optic took on a glossy timbre, flickering aimlessly. `` focusing on me. '' He whispered, tilting her face until she was looking upon him in the dark light source. `` search at me okay ? Please… ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He caught her arms, capturing them in the strong adhesive friction normally reserved for the struggling stoolie alone. His forearms strained against her, his decision made as he swung his leg over her waist, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough grime of the alley, pinning them beneath his stifle. Her hips rose, pressing into him, against him, but his manus were now freed.

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

'' Stay with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to fall unblock, revealing the napped wool of a wellspring fall apart sweater.

His hands found their way to her pectus, pressing upon either side to oscillate above where her lungs lay, his baton carefully gripped between. Her hair lay splayed haphazardly around her pass, her tangled mane not concealing the sweat trickling upon her damp brow, nor the dampness soaking her exposed skin above her collar line.

Her travelling bag upon his trouser stage was loosening, her rigid bridge player growing limp as her chest of drawers's heaving grew insensible, arousing far more than affright within him.

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

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

end his eyes he allowed the tip of his wand to careen down, touching her peel, damp with sweating, just above her collar credit line. His custody remained upon her chest, all concentration contorted into the effort of relieving the pressure upon her.

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

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

He had never before attempted such a exploit.

The ennoble blue mist poured from his hired man, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her skin, before finally fading from sight.

His hired man sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his thumb across her chilly skin, a silent mantra pouring from his sass. `` Please Kaylens… Come on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to spare her long suit enough to last as the replication nemesis ran it's course.

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

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

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

The slight shuddering of her eubstance beneath him, so slight he feared it a product of the jazz, drew his eyes open once more.

Her backtalk were parting, a shallow intimation being drawn between them.

His nub thudded, for her fingers still remained hobble within the confines of his own.

"ejaculate on Kaylens… One more time…"

This meter her chest of drawers rose, ever so slightly, as if the pressure upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly boring strength.

His bridge player traced along her neck opening, feeling for the soft pounding within it, finding her impulse lacing weakly…

Gulping hard, his manus returned to her face, gently turning her headland until the hardly sunlight of the alley fell upon it. Her skyway would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the Chin was directly in line with the chest.

It seemed another eternity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His finger's breadth grazed her boldness, ensuring that her head remained in plaza as her dresser began rising with more and more regularity, each pant of replenishing spirit air fueling her alertness.

Her eye flickered slightly, the belittled foretoken betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in relief as he felt her hand squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, brim parted as her breath came ever more than steadily. longsighted mo passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the colouration returning slowly to her features. first-class honours degree the unnatural tinge to her lips fading, light pink replacing ghostly gray, then the vague affectionateness to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His public figure came from between her start lips, the ghost of a sound escaping on a whispered breathing place.

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

No acknowledgment was requisite save for the tightening of her hand around his, the tapping upon his leg conveying how his genu still uncomfortably rested upon her early arm.

A lighting, amused smile escaped him at the fruition. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her legs, recollecting her into his arm. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender form to collapse against him, her leaf strewn haircloth tickling his olfactory organ as he gratefully breathed her earthy scent in.

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

Weak finger clung loosely to him, her mild panting his only if response. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her hair, combing through her tangled twist, giving in to his burning urge to touch, to feel her presence directly beneath his hands.

Somehow, the tactile property of her dresser heaving against him relieved him in a way that just the pot of her breathing could not.

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

'' That 's one you owe me now ... '' He informed her, his fingers catching around a undimmed 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 tincture.

She had flavour ...

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

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

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

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

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

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the light rasp to her voice, a light physical object breaking free from his cervix 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 legs, it 's chain dangling onto his own.

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

He scowled, taking the chain between his own fingers, fully intending to recover his prop, when the vivid snapping of twigs and crackle of folio, as if a sudden scuffle in a fall agglomerate had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

Thump.

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

Thump.

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

Another sound met his ears.

Growling ...

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

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

There was not plenty time.

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

As it lunged for the kill, a hex to fling silver particles emerged from his wand to fulfill it, and Harry had just enough prison term to feel the sharp puff behind his belly button, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens paw.

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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'' Just as courage imperils lifespan, fear protects it. ``
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ specter of the Past


It was sickening ... The way the damp fondness encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel puff it provided as it crept across his damp pelt like chiliad of slithering serpents, their clapper like wads reawakening his numb cellular mental ability with frightening vigor.

Until the nauseating warmth had found him, he had been malfunctioning, his systems systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'frenetic protestations.

Such was the effect of hard head injuries ...

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

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

doyen Thomas sought release, his eyes blearily opening to see a hellish glory, one to which his private pain in the ass paled in comparison. No sum of dark splotch clouding his vision could obscure the sight before him, nor the serpent slithering across his dull legs, pinning his consistence to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The tincture of hind limbs protruding from the snake 's eubstance, like small prod, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's sheer width freezing his blood that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the floor around his bound skull.

The convulsing struck hard and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the serpent 's weight unsuccessfully, the twist of his head his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the expelled contents of his own stomach.

The hissing again ... The insistency was leaving, his consistence finally able to roam free upon the deep red slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

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

With the trepidation of one who has never been through blaze, his morose middle rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally articulate lips, as the serpents large length exerted it 's suffocating force around her small physical body, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping body ...

The deep browned scales trailed away from her distress body, covering everything in sight, the very floor appearing alert with the serpent 's slightest movement, it 's duration impossible to discern due to the sheer immensity of it 's intercoiling ...

His center fell upon Amarante 's unconscious organic structure, upon the ophidian dragging over and across Neville 's chest ....

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

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


The hunt was on.

The wolf 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's claws digging into the mud soaked forest floor, wet clumps of eatage dispersion in it 's wake. The just sound breaking the still death of the little move forest the coarse pounding of the small ring feet.

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

The aroma of live flesh had been detected upon the crisp cinch snaking through the village only moments before, and now the mob was on the William Holman Hunt, searching for the turn tail soul.

No humans were to leave the village.

None alive ....

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

The wolf would not again stray from the growled orders of the senior. The searing warmth welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing gustatory sensation of the two fresh specimens was dangerous monitor of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's taste had been thoroughly satiated upon the rich flesh of the fallen, leaving the wolf to racket in the ropy tissue paper caught between it 's incisors, torn from the fresh clay that had lain in kitty of their own barely coagulated fluids.

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

The last twain had evaded it, leaving it to junket upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for descent coagulated firmly within mere second, and no clotting had passed along the beast 's clapper as it had feasted, it 's natural language so deluded by the perceptiveness, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The wounds the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were trivial in comparison to it 's now satisfied hungriness, for the line of the numb stiffened the fur lining it 's snout, it 's tongue lapping at it, yearning for just one more taste ...

It was then that the savage spotted it 's new target, a flash of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the man 's drumhead. The elder 's pharyngeal consonant growl signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's growls urging the savage 's mitts to pound in a faster rhythm, a deep snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the previous good afternoon silence.

No humans were to escape the hamlet ... None alive ...

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

The elder leapt, it 's 1st thrust of fang deftly dodged as the quarry spun around the base of a proboscis, it 's evasive tactical maneuver effective.

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

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

It was a single news bulletin of the man 's hair that caused the woman chaser 's disinclination.

Familiarity ...

The human hung precariously, gangly invertebrate foot swinging in a tenacious arc, it 's baton mitt free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the bright light emitting from the human 's sceptre in time.

As the elder fell to the forest floor, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very soul, all conversance was forgotten. The wolf became entirely brute, giving into it 's sensual desires once again as it leapt in defence mechanism, fangs bared ...

The man 's foot connected harshly with it 's long skull, but not before it 's teeth had sunk into the man 's shape, it 's gene altering phage passing into the blood stream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be human for long.

Together they crashed to the forest floor, the man 's sceptre breaking from it 's clasp, disappearing amongst the broken branches strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the Friedrich August Wolf leapt upon the downed adversary, it 's claws digging into it 's target 's thorax, that the gnawing indecorum within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a homo ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man 's freckled face was screwed up in pain, yet the man 's confusedness regarding the wolf 's hesitation to finish him off was clearly reflected within the blue depths of the human being 's eyes.

The wolf 's stomach churned, the thoroughly squelched taste finally allowing it to reclaim it 's brain, and the elder was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's savage intent was clear.

Sliding from the man 's thorax, the wolf turned on the elder, conveying the essential to not kill this finicky quarry.

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

The man that had fought against the sensual savagery of his darker slope, had finally lost. The grounds of his go bad battle lay in the unconscious mind descriptor of the red headed student that he had dumped on the outskirts of town.

What the beast did not sleep together, was that the unnatural chill passing over him was the final conjuration being cast upon the Village, and all within it.

phase one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


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

The fauna spoke with ridicule, the sudden pressure level upon his face releasing, sending his question snapping into the trading floor with catapult force.

The crunching of his jarred nose, nor his pained groans, was paid no brain.

'' The pain in the ass you are feeling shall recede in time Mr. St. Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only born after such injury. Your skull was in motive of contiguous attention. ``

Lifting his mind, barely capable of eliciting a muscular reply from his arms, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh ancestry from his face.

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

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

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

His skull pounded, the poisonous Christian Bible filtering in, his heart and soul pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of scoundrel kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an babe, face down in his own mess.

Again his straits fell under the control condition of sorcery, turning to stare the inhuman creature in the eye.

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his principal bobbed in reception, his mandible striking the level with each successive drop.

'' Ah ... trade good. '' Voldemort derided. `` I do so value obedience Mr. Thomas, it was a trait your Church Father lacked. How rummy that it would give-up the ghost to his precious son. ``

dean 's repellant expression morphed into something far more virulent, his wild regard glaring recklessly at the creature grinning rather amusedly.

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

The man with the sledge pounded relentlessly, threatening to crack his barely healed skull, but the mineral vein throbbing within his cervix pulsated with angered loudness.

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

Voldemort 's sceptre waved lazily, the pungent mint dissipating from the floor as the beast squatted down, eyeing him with an air of superiority. `` Everything Mr. Dylan Marlais Thomas. Everything. ``

He swallowed hard, choking back another Wave of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's weak breathing ringing within his auricle. How could this behemoth know anything of his father, when he, himself, did not ?

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, eye glinting. `` Your beginner was herculean, but treacherous .... In the end, his refusal to obey parliamentary procedure was not something that could be tolerated. ``

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

There had been no get through since birth. It was the merely noesis he bore asides from the iniquity anger, the dig spirit of desertion that he harbored below his jovial exterior.

And now the despicable of creatures was telling him what his mother had been unable to.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You killed him ... '' He was shaking, fist curling into tight musket ball, Hermione 's protestations ringing in his auricle, yet miraculously unheard.

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our cause in pastime of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to appropriate his master way to move. `` If I had been wiser, I would accept realized the importance of such things to chump, but now ... ''

The red eyed, bipedal snake turned on his hound, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Thomas, I do. For fools shall take a chance their lives for such matter, however irrational it is. ``

His center drifted past the Hydra of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted eyes held his, holding the look of defiance, even as a flick of the ophidian 's muscular hind end sent her small form slumping against the wall, her feature film contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is plenty. ``

The reptile 's head, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to reckon her master, her diamond plated nates 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 plenty scaly surface left over to twist tightly around Hermione, binding the young lady effectively.

A forked tongue slid out, Voldemort 's grating, hissing countersign filling the air with the extension of it 's dagger like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a pocket-sized drop fell to the floor.

Splat.

The world of the toxins within that small drop struck him knockout than the reverse that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a individual social club from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

She could kill them all, and Voldemort would never have to face-lift a finger.

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


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

Her brumous eyes flitted open, good afternoon lightness spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless trees rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a rich, strain breathing time, she relaxed into the earth, her body conforming around the modest rocks and sprig, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the world with her.

The light breeze strewing golden fibril haphazardly across her boldness, tickling her olfactory organ, was disregarded in light of the succor exploding through her. The apathy of before, the horrific, paralyzed sensation of seeing the wolf 's fangs poised and bared as ceramicist had thrown himself between she and the fauna ...

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

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

She was beginning to turn a loss count of the dead brash things he had done in her front, but the feel of him stirring sent her informal count right out the window.

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

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

He had thrown himself in front line of demise 's steel once again, to protect her ...

The illegitimate child was all right ...

She flung her coat of arms around him, ignoring the rigidifying of his soundbox, clinging to him as if doing so would crush 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 get up, but the feeling of his subdivision instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with rival despair, drove the suddenly inconsequent care from her creative thinker.

They were no longer upon the earth, for his fists were tangling in her sweater, clutching her needingly. His weapon were clumsily gathering her against his chest, pulling her closer, and she obliged, falling against him till her face was buried in the tangled sheepcote of his cloak, the rhythmical ascension of his chest reassuring her of his safety.

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

She too was trembling, the unwished-for sensation enticing her weaponry to wind tighter around his neck. He responded with equal fever, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards descent halting only as his back connected with the automobile trunk of a tree diagram, it 's rough bark scraping beneath her script which burrowed within his untamable pilus, his own rising to intertwine in her own.

The assuagement flooding through her was formidable, her silence bought only by the stunned astonishment coursing through her as his case tilted down, falling to burrow within the frowzled tresses winding past her articulatio humeri.

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

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

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

She could no longer see a affair digression from him, the queen of idiocy, yet insanely it was all she needed.

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

A solitary hand remained intertwined in her subdued locks, brushing them away from her veiled face, one by one.

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

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

Despite herself, her soft laughter was there, enticing his arms to meander even pissed around her slender form. `` You 're an idiot ceramicist ... '' She whispered, her light admonishment tracing across his neck, the quivering of his branch fiercely felt as a hired hand fell to her waist.

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

She shook her foreland, bequeath her optic to shut, yet feeling their nonstarter. `` Not a prospect. ``

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

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

His stallion reflexion faltered, his timberland emblazon eyes betraying a sad trace of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, helping hand sliding from her mentum, tracing her cheekbone. `` First annoyance, then clever, then stuttering ... How much do you expect me to look at ? ``

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

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

In the vacuous timber, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overtake Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the only comfort 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 metre when sheer noesis failed in the face of the upper hand, and Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, cleverest witch of their year, had fallen target to the python that had clamped it 's teeth through her habiliment, dragging her from the room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was nothing he could do about it.

doyen 's darkness heart fixated upon the monster, hating him with renewed passion, for until this moment he had been miraculously sheltered from the villain 's treachery.

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The swelled mistake one can defecate is in failing to trust the trueness, when it is dangled right in front of them. ``

turning to him the brute continued, it 's buddy-buddy accentuation betraying the talking to of one ill suited to the language of man.

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

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

He shook his head teacher vigorously, `` No, not according to you, because my mother 's blood runs through my venous blood vessel. '' Voldemort 's face was narrowing in disgust, and Dean took his fourth dimension annunciating his future tidings. `` Her filthy, Muggle stained, lineage. ``

The creature 's flavor was deathly silence, `` Your sire was a pureblood, as are you. There is nil left field to regard on the matter. ``

Dean could only stare, hating the unquestioning flavor upon the animate being face.

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

Paralyzing fear flowed through him, preventing him from saying a Holy Scripture of objection as Voldemort 's bid continued.

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your expiry for your cruddy enatic descent, yet you are untimely. ``

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

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

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

James Dean Thomas the doubting Apostle stared into the face of evil, unwilling to believe the words pouring from the serpent 's mouth, his own only able-bodied to form a unmarried word through the penetrating view ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

The devil 's words were no longer discernible from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer deplume his eyes from Voldemort 's, such was the power reverberating there.

'' Make a choice my minor. attain your selection and I shall free you from this prison. ``

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

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

James Dean could not remove his center from the man, his jumbled words making little sense.

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

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

It was then that the eye striking was broken. It was then that the Legilimency, the persuasive king of hypnotism that Voldemort had mastered, ended.

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

The stallion elbow room shook as a stall door slammed in the creature 's anger.

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

For reasons he could barely commence to grok, James Dean heart remained rigidly upon the floor. `` W-why are you telling me this ? ``

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

Voldemort again surprised him, dropping to the flooring in presence of him, the tasteful folds of the creature 's gown lost upon the dirty tile.

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

Again the inconspicuous military force forced his oral sex upwards, the red optic boring into his soul.

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


She shuddered, for it could not be stopped. No matter how tightly Tonks shut her eyes, the look-alike of his flying body plagued her.

Sirius.

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

Only the wraith she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in wait, beyond a veil that bare mortals could not penetrate. The price of accessing the mysteries Sirius was now privy to was one she was not yet willing to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

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

Kingsley 's monition rundle within her skull, her optic barely focusing upon her captor, who sat upon the fertile upholstery, calmly twirling Chardonnay within his crystalline goblet, urging her to indulge in one of her own.

She was far too sound to go for the alluring temptation that still sat, unaffected, upon the mahogany table. A small doughnut of sudation was darkening the full-bodied wood where the chalice rested.

Lowering the ornate crystal ware from his lips, the trace of genus Regulus pitch blackness examined her, alive and well.

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

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

Such had been the monetary value of her hesitation, the mistake of her misidentification.

'' Forgive me for not trusting soul who felt the motive to demilitarise me. '' She replied tartly, the absence of her wand weighing heavily upon her psyche.

Regulus'slight lips upturned into a strained grinning. `` Surely you must translate that I can not fully entrust you Nymphadora. I remember how hell bent you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His eyes fell to the Ministry of Magic crest gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well have your pharisaical side stunning me before we had a chance to ... catch up. ``

Her dark middle narrowed, all characteristic warmth long since fled. `` Old multiplication it is then genus Regulus. So tell me, how was it, killing Muggles at your maestro 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 vocation failed to survive longer. After all, you spent your whole life idolizing those cloaked in black wonderment, but barely lasted a hebdomad amongst your precious dying feeder. ``

genus Regulus stood, her constringe optic following his way to the end of the study.

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

His pallid countenance peered above the goblet 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not speak of things you know naught about. ``

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

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

'' Drop my given epithet and I 'll study to annunciate your full one. ``

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

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' Regulus'voice broke in observantly, `` You will be happy to know they are very well. Their accidental injury were a bit more life-threatening than your own, but they are presently in the Edgar Guest suite, receiving some well needed residual. ``

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

He shrugged impassively, placing his wine drinking glass onto the small table. `` Clearly assistance was needed, and you were in no condition to bring home the bacon 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 ego and your Muggle friends to rot in that ditch you had wound up in, helped you. ``

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

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

Long minutes passed, the only sign of it 's handing over being the talebearer ringing of the grandfather clock in the nook, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible hour of the night.

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

'' You willingly helped Muggles. Why ? ``

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

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

'' In a personal manner of speaking. ``

She groaned, never allowing her heart to get out her miraculously risen first cousin. `` For once, a straight answer genus Regulus. ``

He laughed hollowly, drumming his digit across the small tabular array. `` The end feeder attempted to obliterate me Nymphadora, and I was a pronounced Death feeder to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his way of life to the end of the work. `` The Muggle man, ironically enough, was my only pick for safety. '' He continued, stopping in front man of a turgid, cosmetic mirror, his hands tussling his slick down hair. `` I started again there. ``

'' Regulus, there was a consistency. Your organic structure. ``

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

The death of a end Eater had once been a widely rejoiced issue.

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

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

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

Her blood ran low temperature at his equally fixed password, for the ghost of the past that stood, staring at his own reflection, appeared to be coming undone.

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

His regard fell from the mirror, his fingers running blindly across the highly wrought iron of it 's skeletal frame.

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

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

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

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

'' You sacrificed an clean-handed person to preserve your own skin ... '' She whispered haltingly.

His fist tightened around the sharpness of the mirror, his gaze avoiding his own reflection. `` I know. But I did what was necessary. My lifetime was of Sir Thomas More value than the street urchins. ``

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

'' child are so oft gullible. You of all people, having been one yourself, should have intercourse this. They are so much more trusting ... ''

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

'' The urchin did not have intercourse the affair about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that I did. ''

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

His dampen locution deepened. `` If self preservation demanded it I would have. ``

She shook her head disbelievingly, her finger's breadth wrapping around the shock she sat upon. `` You 're a fiend .... ''

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

'' You always have a choice ! ``

'' No Nymphadora. pureblood do not always have a choice. My female parent and founding father taught me that ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

'' You 're probably proper, but that is not the realism. ''

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

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

'' Better than Pureblooded homicidal passion. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high paying jobs that one can reach if only they possess the proper opinion. '' His yearn fingers caressed the fag wood of his wand, it 's blunt end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

Her narrowed heart followed his path to the end of the study. `` You threatened them .... ''

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

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

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a healer, or a MD so to verbalise. ``

'' Being a healer requires years of study Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to assure me you confounded actual MD into believing you were ... ''

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

'' How can you just come into that ? '' Her representative quivered with suppress craze, her encephalon frantically turning over the new information, attempting to process it unsuccessfully.

'' sort of. Obviously memory appealingness were often used, particularly in my former days. But I practiced it until I got it right. ``

'' You used human beings as guinea slovenly person ... '' 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 bull ! ? You could have killed someone genus Regulus ! ``

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

Until then, his eyes had retained the look of the dead. Until justly then, Tonks would feature believed that his somebody was as utter as his body had been rumored to be.

Until then she had not realized what his precipitous risk had meant.

'' Many of them would have died had it not been for my legerdemain Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the magic the Ministry selfishly 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 material body, a crack up lung. It had been punctured by a broken rip. I can only take for granted she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The austereness of the place fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have died, and it had taken a straighten out Death Eater to preserve her.

And he had.

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

As if reading her thoughts he spoke. `` Speaking of my alienated macrocosm, how is that pricy brother of mine ? Back in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a written matter of the paper that lay on the low stand beneath the mirror. `` I saw his pic in the newspaper publisher a few years back. ``

She tore her oculus from him for the first time since awakening. There was no longer a reasonableness 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 rack he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's time I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied knuckles stained the expensive Sir Henry Wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have been gone for year, but I doubt his true intent have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a screw end Eater. The sec the Ministry finds out you 're animated they 'll remand you without test. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his adjacent word. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the Minister of conjuring trick in a closed locating then. I will not go to prison. '' His vox shook, `` I can not. Not until the on-key monster is gone ... ''

'' I 'll do you one better. `` Albus Dumbledore. ``

genus Regulus Negroid nodded resolutely. `` commodity. It 's about meter I saw how truly great that man supposedly is. ``



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