* * * * *


Releasing the wand for what he promised would be only minute, he continued sawing at his bindings, slowly, rhythmically, trying to make headway precious centimeter of mobility ...

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

With the rhythmic sawing of the fragment, his mind fell curiously blank for the first time in what felt millennia.

His regard fell upon her as she moved, shoving herself up from where she lay on the storey, arms shaking fiercely, be it from shock or the nuisance he knew she daily bore, he did not know.

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

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

She was being as cautious as him, despite the slight careen to her stature.

Snap.

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

Her capitulum fell forward, her coughs lingering long enough to seem genuine, and her golden, drag locks came cascading down, falling over her heart, veiling her expression from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering Strand, glinting in the dull afternoon radiance, as well as her watery eyeball, remained visible, as well as her bound carpus, Elwyn Brooks White and torn from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for exit in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her.

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

Harry Potter had a few dark spell he was quite eagre to try out.

Snap.

'' How much longer do you conceive 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 dingy gaze of the man scanned the way, taking in the few witting students and the two sponsor bound and lined against the walls. `` These spares. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

The treatment ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

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

He turned his mix-up upon her, noticing her breast 's rhythmic insurrection as her hint came quicker, deeper, 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 feel was not lost upon him.

It was chilling.

His own simmering rip 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 heart fell shut, her fist opening and completion on thin air. `` You 're bleeding Potter, are you very well ? '' She whispered shakily.

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

Minutes passed, before delicate eyelids flickered undetermined, her eyes alight with an aberrant glow.

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

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

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


The muscularity reverberating from him drew her nearer, an timeless existence passing before she was able to forcibly force away.

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

They would all understand ...

She would not stray near him again, for her humanity was moving unnaturally slow, as if the events occurring around her were illusory, fleeting look-alike from horrible dreams that would surely vanish with a pennant of merciful awareness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her bound hands rose from her lap, tracing the tender agate line of her jaw, feeling her cooling skin. Somewhere, amidst the fighting, she had fallen, shoved away by James Dean. The dehydrated smear of blood along her cheek gave evidence to that.

She could finger the heat radiating from Dean 's limp form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small miss 's fingers had curled around fallen clump of her bloodied, eradicate tomentum, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to hold onto, something unanimous and tangible to prove the afflictions had been actual.

They had ...

Her eyes fell willfully shut once more, immersing herself in the passive obliviousness of wickedness, where no demons save her own reigned.

The memory of a uprise night, long due revenge, beckoned.

A hobble hired man lay splayed across the figurehead corridor ... line of descent trickling onto the wooden porch panel ...

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling rainwater pelted down, something dark mixing with the sloppy H2O licking at her olfactory organ ...

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

It was their lineage swirling within the puddle ... .Sean 's dummy eyes staring back ...

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

A boyish fount appeared above her, fellow feeling in his oceanic eyes. `` I 'm awfully sorry about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever mingy, involuntarily shiver traveling through her, the intoxicating pressure in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled wafture outwards.

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

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

Her intent was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ piece 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cells were multiplying with terrorisation standard. She could almost feel them, enticing her breath to amount in shrill, pained pant. The gentle tickling of prior, the feel of static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of unbridled energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

The very speck of her cells were moving in abnormal ways.

Pained optic flickered undecided upon the globe, reflecting the light as only when she could see it. For the golden mist swirled throughout the room in thick, stifling electron cloud, sending fiery tingle searing through the hollow shell of what she had once been.

The corpuscle danced, shining from all that was awake, emitting softly from all that was dead, as get-up-and-go must do. The man eye had always been blind to the subtler forms of it 's majestic concert dance, but it was a dancing to which she was privy.

It was her curse.

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

His bearing filled her.

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

Fiery low temperature, soothing pain ... Such were the wizard 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 concentration from the dense earth of her mind, she noticed Potter stirring, taking vantage of the minuscule distraction her spent push afforded them.

Ludovic ...

She could have chosen to snipe the former dying Eater, but it had to be him.

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

He had not lifted a finger.

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

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

But Ludovic first.

thrower 's subdivision were moving now. She could feel it despite her shut centre, as surely as she felt Ludovic 's own sapping strength.

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

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

The soft sound of a physical structure falling lifelessly upon the debris straw floor met her even before the recoil did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken place within a poorly closed lap. Now the white hot yarn 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 save to absorb it 's sudden passing with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Her middle flicked open as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hue of gilt light dancing around her, fading away as the mainsheet of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


'' reefer with the pack, go astray and we will down you ourselves. sidekick or not. ``

The pack leader 's Bible reverberated inside the wolf 's pounding skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it 's olfactive skunk, the townsmen 's cruor teasing the pack, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the pack controlled it, tramping as one across the fringe of what had once been the prototype of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirts of the wood, taking cover in the timber 's apparition. Here the multitude would fight back the strayer, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their task was complete.

The wildcat pawed the ground with open savagery, the fauna 's cult at being deprived it 's quarry patent to the senior accompanying it. A menacing growling calmed it, forcing the words of the face pack into it 's aching thinker, for the tempting allure of the townsmen 's blood, located just within the wall of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to recede itself.

It needed to feed.

The come with woman chaser, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the common bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the animate being 's hide was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's pluck fur, the fresh rent of it 's translation still evident, for a loup-garou was spry to transform, yet slow to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

The cognition drifted through the animalistic savageness plaguing the wolf 's mind, forcing it to remember who it was, why it was here, what it 's job truly was beyond the desire brought about by the feigned hunt.

He was Remus lupine, friend of those within the township 's walls, the walls sheltering beneath the very corner boughs he and the other werewolves hid below.

He was there to get wind Voldemort 's intent, his program, his faults.

The creature enigma was intelligent in a way he could only dream of, for where generations of therapist had failed in discerning the mechanism of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's barbarous office into something he could fully exploit.

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

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

The reason for this curious Death feeder activity was unbeknownst to him. He could not sound why.

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

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


The thick cloud was barely discernible, yet it pulsated around him, bearing down, stifling him as if an electric car cushion were coursing fuddle him.

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

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only make you a moment ''

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only gift him a mo ... A instant of misdirection. A single opportunity to take them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The judicious pressure increasing around him, over-powering any certainly sense of vestibular sense, he forced his arms to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed move as Dolohov 's narcotized eyes fixed upon Ludo roadman 's physique, as the erstwhile Ministry official disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

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

'' hysteria Modente ! '' He gasped, his last shreds of energy spent as he set the torment free.

The dark curse.

A destruction Eater deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eyes as the finally starter of saneness were stolen, but the cuss left Dolohov 's large material body withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing thick, bloodied chunks of hair from his scalp.

The intoxicating insistence lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy form vanishing with a breath, and Harry fell to his knee joint, breathing deeply, watching in inexorable gratification as one by one, memory after computer storage, fled from Dolohov 's twisted, scarred mind.

The Death feeder would be ineffective to think even his own gens once the swearing had run it 's course.

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

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


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

The car door slammed behind him, his daughter 's small sort curled up on the rider side 's floor, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his block hands, his mind was assaulted. Every iniquitous memory of the yesteryear weeks, of his animation, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his little girl kept him sane. He needed to stick around strong for her.

The hospital doors slid open, the methamphetamine paneling revealing his Sir Henry Rider Haggard musing. At the end of the guarded entrance hall, lined with certificate, awaited the morgue.

recognition of the body was necessary.

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

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

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

She landed in the Mary Jane, her dorsum to the Earth, arms stretched upwards in front of her soaked dead body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's thick onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a burden of incredible weight, one that would turn out down upon her if she faltered, one that would crush her and then arrive for them if she failed.

The mortician gestured to the nigh gurney, his nitty-gritty lurching as he approached.

He already knew. He had seen their revival attack at the dwelling they had taken him to. He had seen the blue tint to her once bouncy lips ...

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

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

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

The thundery sound startled him more than his daughter 's watchword, more than than the audio of his cartilage breaking as his olfactory organ collided with the steering steering wheel, for a magnanimous gouge had formed in the hood, the glass of the windscreen cracking, splintering out until a web of spider World Wide Web formed across it ...

As the sterile sheet was pulled back, he knew none of it could machinate one for seeing the lifeless body of the honey of their life for a bit time.

The foremost clip had nearly killed him ...

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

Something unseeable had collided with their car ....

The feel of stemma trickling down his cheek, falling upon his Stanford White knuckled hands, which remained firmly clutched around the cold, black steering wheel, had drawn him back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knack over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the side of the car, it 's headlights blazing a superb way of life of brightness level into the darkening, storm-shrouded day.

As he weakly tried to put up, yanking on the rear door of the fomite, shoving Tonks'protesting manikin interior while she held her wand out, he finally saw it.

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

A huge, looming apparition, flanked by many, many to a greater extent, were surrounding them.

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

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

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


He froze.

Harry Potter, a true Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The blow of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into business relationship, lay aside for what lay justly before him.

'' Kaylens ... '' He mouthed soundlessly, frightened by the picket lividity caressing her damp skin.

There were other patrons scattered, unconscious or defective across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the turn to loosen the remaining bindings, wiggling his line of descent encrusted hands until the ropes slid to the drinking glass strewn story. He dropped to his knees, reaching to brush her line of descent stained locks aside, when a shaken, yet commanding voice, halted him.

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

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

Harry blinked stupidly, not fully processing Ron 's words. All he knew was that Ron was not idle. Ginny 's bane had not worked. And now a pair of icy blue optic 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 region of the living.

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

Ron 's middle flickered to Luna 's for the abbreviated of seconds, before his wand dig out, fixated upon his quarry.

'' So how retentive have you been arouse Ronald ? '' She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid movement. Her edge hands began fiddling with her dirt strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a mere pest to be dole out with.

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

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

Ron 's regard never left his target, his sceptre flicking to Luna 's outstretched limb without a coup d'oeil, sending her wet rope coiling free.

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

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

Harry 's discombobulation regarding Ron 's sudden show was routed by the grievous reflection across the redhead 's freckled nerve. At a deprivation for explanations, he turned back to the young lady before him, laying his paw upon her eyebrow, feeling her nerveless skin beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

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

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

His fingers trailed down her face, a balmy groan escaping her lips, drawing her shoal breathing spell into stark contrastation with his own.

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

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

Hermione let out a dampen objection, and Ron 's eyes flickered for a mo to where she sat, propped up, simple and staring.

It was the chance Harry needed. He did not know what had happened to Ron, but certainly his admirer meant Kaylens damage. He was deluded. Grim 's were omens of expiry. A living, breathing, sentient being could not be one.

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

'' Ron look, we do n't have time for this. There are other Death Eaters in township and we do n't receive time ... ''

'' We ca n't give that affair lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own scepter until it was eye story, directed at his scar. `` I would n't throw believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a Living Grim lying around and it will kill you later. ``

'' Ron block up 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 buddy-buddy roach coiling around his limb and wooden leg. And as Harry watched her, he noticed one of the non-student patrons inching away from where they stood, her frighten cheek fixated on Kaylens as well.

His eyes narrowed. `` Would someone kindly secern 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 leave Ron 's for a second. `` A ambit ? And to me that means .... ''

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

'' When the need to toss off people. '' Ron finished angrily. `` I 'd bet my broom roadman is idle, Harry. That affair ... '' He indicated, gesturing violently with his wand. `` Did it ! ``

'' And she also quite possibly saved our lifespan. '' Neville sighed frustratedly. `` She gave Harry the beguilement he needed to strike Dolohov out. ``

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

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

Ron 's resolve only grew. `` Harry, she 's not human. '' He declared. `` She 's not even a witch ! All she is, is an vim draining leech that would pop her own mother if she had the probability ! That 's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in inter-group communication with one die ! Meeting one is like seeing your own ... ''

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

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

'' But she ca n't be a Reach ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the lack of certainty. `` Remember History of magic trick, the unusual species building block ? You know with Veelas and Vampires ? thing like that ? We covered Reaches, and a range ca n't do sorcerous ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do conjuring trick in class ... ''

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

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

In Dumbledore 's office she had n't even attain for her sceptre .... She had n't even tried to maintain herself ....

My God ...

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

Ron 's hardened face did not damp, but his sceptre arm fell `` mulct. But recall who 's estimate this was Harry. Grim 's are supposed to be killed on mass. So you can deal with the Ministry. Not. Me. ``

Killed on sight ....

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

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

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

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

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

Kaylens had killed someone ... His oculus flew to where roadman had fallen, only to watch Ron traverse his way there, as if in slacken motion, bending down, taking a pulse ...

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

traveling salesman was dead.

My God she really did ...

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

Golden center were staring back, a frightened look across her pale, teardrop stained face.
* * * * *


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

'' dad ... Dada .... ''

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

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

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

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

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


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

seeing Kaylens pluck expression he rounded on Ron.

'' You were going to pour down her ? '' He shouted furiously, putting the pieces together. The way Ron had pulled his wand on her, the uncharacteristic, hardened expression ...

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

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

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

Ron let out a stutter.

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

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

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

The whisper conversation in the bookshop, her angriness at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a lycanthrope, another despised species with laws ruling their kinds lives ...

His choler at Ron 's actions boiled over.

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

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

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

'' Harry you do n't read what those matter are capa ... ''

'' Ronald terminate it ! ''

All eyes darted to the little brunet in the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' He would n't have. ``

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

'' Ludovic commercial traveller was his epithet yes ? '' It was more of a argument than a question, and he let it stay in the air as he quickly unbound her weapon system for her.

'' Thanks. '' She breathed, rubbing her sleeve where the pelt had torn, flecks of dark cruor flaking off, floating to the detritus strewn floor.

'' How could you love that, murderer ? '' Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His consciousness was focused upon her reaction, upon the slight shaking beginning in her left arm, the stiffening of her neck, the balling of her fists ...

Her centre flickered closed, yet not spry enough for him to omit the deep pain residing within them.

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

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

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

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

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without thinking, but Ron was not crimson.
Not only were there Death Eaters to trade with on the exterior, he realized, ones they would get to deal with eventually, but they now had to deal with internal enemies.

1 skilled in the haughty curse ...

His eyes landed upon the whimpering fair sex nearest the threshold, an unnaturally conjunctive verbalism upon her face.
* * * * *


compunction ... Guilt ... Satisfaction ....

The lifeless passel before her, the one she had so ruthlessly denied the right to hold up, 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 intellect. Her eyelids finally flickered shut, seeking momentaneous hiatus as the mordacious scent of scorching lumber rose from the dark respite of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not feel as it ought. Nothing could have prepared her for the cold feeling of void rotting away inside.

She felt empty inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed revenge, would be sufficiency to stuff her over the last crack into the unapproachable claws of cruelty.

For the life of her she could not marshal one scintilla of remorse, for he had stood by during the thrashing, having the mightiness to stop it, yet failing to act.

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

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first monster had strode into her habitation, extinguishing the wicks of life burning upon her crony and grandmother 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the truth, for the tragedy in her young life had not been enough. The sick divinity governing existence had not yet had their fill of her pain, her grief ...

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

The pain her torso now felt paled in comparability to the pain of what she had done. The length she had gone to last that dark ...

The botheration pouring unexpressed from her mouth was silenced as another representative rose up, saturated with the hate she felt burning within herself.

potter ...

'' Let him go. '' He growled angrily. Though it was not his voice that drove her heart to open, it was the strain feeling of his hand encircling her carpus, tugging her, forcing her to displace until she was positioned directly behind him.

The muscles in his arm shook, vibrating with fervid intensity, rattling her own arm as well, yet her questioning regard fell unnoticed, spiritual world upon the backrest of his dark head.

His attending was elsewhere, fixated upon a prematurely gray-headed haired woman sitting approximate to the door.

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

'' Your melodic theme ... Clever really. '' Potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really love to bed why you targeted her. '' The gesture of his mind left no question that it was her to whom he was referring.

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

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

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own oculus flicked over in time to see Hermione 's colored single flitting from one end of the room to the former, between the woman and Ron, then between Ron and a shattered plant holder.

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

The woman watched her procession with a foul expression. `` Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should know that I am a Ministry official ...

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

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

'' The last time I checked the use of Unforgivables was a crime as well. '' He countered, slipping his fingers into her own reassuringly. `` So why did you use it on a 16 class old Wizard ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

'' So let me pretend Leanne. You 're considering turning her ... '' He gestured towards where she stood in thrower 's protective grip, `` 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 fair sex was beginning to take care like a treed animal. `` I have every right to do so ! That affair is a monster ... ''

She internally cringed at the Good Book she knew to be true.

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

'' You ungrateful skirt ! '' Interrupted Weasley. `` They both helped keep you 're pathetic fundament and all you can do is holler at them ! How make bold you ! ``

Amarante visibly yawned, and in a New York minute his wand was out.

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening hollo of thrower, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to extinguish the woman 's store at once sent the wench 's headway snapping back into the bulwark, her centre dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

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


No Oklahoman had Kaylens released his paw than Amarante turned his wand on the remaining conscious supporter. `` Sorry lamb but .... Obliviate ! ''

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

'' Ca n't leave her barren to turn the daughter in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No crime but the British Ministry of legerdemain is a bit outdated in their laws and view. Australia has the decency to leave unusual mintage alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. sufficiency had gone untimely today. They could not afford to leave any lose final stage lying around.

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

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

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

'' Is n't that a goodness 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 kill ? All of us are alive, and they are n't that incompetent. I thought for sure enough my number was up when that leafy vegetable curse hit me but it was n't Avada Kedavra, I can tell you that much. ''

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

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

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

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

And the locution crossing her fount as she peered closely at his ear was disconcerting ...

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

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the audio 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 regard was drifting towards the rear exit. `` Our best shot is the woods. ''

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

'' No ... She 's compensate. '' Kaylens voice was oddly try, her hilltop creased with business as she continued examining doyen. `` If I create a beguilement one of us should be able to lay down it back to the school, Death Eaters or not. ``

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

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

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their heads.

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

'' If they are not aiming to kill I 'll be fine. '' Kaylens spat icily. `` You were so certain 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 helper. '' She said heatedly, gently fingering his ear. `` His skull is fractured, and from the facial expression of it badly. ''

'' How do you roll in the hay that ? '' Ron challenged disbelievingly.

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

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

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

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

The red head teacher threw up his hands. `` No need to get peckish .... ''

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

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

Her voice was business firm, truelove, a steely flicker in her eye as she tore her eyes away from her fallen friend. `` He needs supporter and he needs help soon. We need to motivate. ``

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

'' I 'll ride out. '' Came Hermione 's voice, earning her a jump look from all parties. She shrugged sadly. `` For once I 'll allow 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 fount became drawn. `` mulct. But you 're proper about one thing Mione. You 're in no shape to fend for yourself at the here and now. So person else needs to bide behind. ``

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

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

Ron 's center 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 ask Dean into the girl 's restroom. fountainhead prop the second door open so if anyone does issue forth back they 'll intend we went out through the kitchens. ``

Harry eyed his friend carefully, admiring the idea. `` And the relief of us will go out the men 's restroom window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and Bangs. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to earn it back to Hogwarts while Amarante covering fire me ... ''

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

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

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his head decisively. `` We need a misdirection, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to give them one. I doubt the Death Eaters, gild to not pour down or not, will be able to resist the chance to have 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 smile lit up his eyes. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the spinal column. `` Death eater target exercise. Looks like you 're not going to have all the fun after all there Harry. ``

As Amarante went to aid Luna with the bracing of Dean 's neck opening, and the moving of his imp form, all the piece whistling a Muggle display strain, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to hide for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

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

Preferably a index hosepipe.

Groaning she attempted to free herself from the cranny between the spinal column and front man seats that her bum had fallen into, the blinding pain in the ass in her berm letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the support seat she took ancestry of the situation, the tree diagram offset jutting through the front windshield, ending where Emily 's head teacher should induce rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ball upon the flooring mats.

Thank God Kenneth had forgotten about belting her in.

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

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

She nearly swore, bracing against the opposition door and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the deoxyephedrine and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised infantry. The grimace of nuisance was taking over her face, droplets of water from her mousy hair intermingling with her sweaty teardrop droplets as she continued her violent, desperate bombardment, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the crank ...

Cringing she turned away, the chip of the windowpane giving way to one C of glittering shard flying amongst the sparkling lights already within her vision.

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic bod slipped upon the glossy wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the motor horn, the blaring vibe of it 's never-ending, single noted beep shattering the afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the sound of the still groaning locomotive engine and the pounding rain.

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

There was no need to allow the sound to draw in any unwanted care, for Dementors could move fast, though a car could move faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the creature 's upshot, slumping over the wheel, and how long the wight had had to make up the length between ...

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

The President 's nose was clearly broken, the cartilage sufficiently contorted to have allowed a free menstruum of stock from it upon the wheel. Now the clumping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his upper berth lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lollipop flavored for the vampiric kind.

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

In the face of half a dozen Dementors Kenneth had managed to maintain his calm, 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 best she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rainfall soaked ceiling for remainder. Her sleeve snagged upon a glass shard embedded within the windowpane frame, and her ribbon slid from the roof, barely catching against the thinly tree automobile trunk responsible for for thwarting her previous feat to open the doorway, and somehow this steadied her.

One arm hanging limply at her incline she clambered to the primer coat in rain soaked clothing, her onyx boots matching the ever-increasing darkness of the sky.

Then her worldly concern lit up, a pair of headlight from the road turning to shine blindingly onto them.

Skidding up the muddy incline she began yelling for the device her Muggle Father of the Church always carried around, a mobular something or other, but her hasty rise halted abruptly, jar erupting through her entire being as the car door opened and slammed, a figure stepping into the headlamp 's beam.

Sirius Black was silhouetted within them.



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~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


'' In the prospicient history of bad ideas, this one is the worst ! '' Weasley muttered, staring apprehensively down the alley, the doorstep of the Forbidden Forest looming menacingly at him.

'' appear on the shining position. '' thrower grunted, releasing his clench on the windowsill, dropping onto the dirt strewn terra firma. `` If there are Death feeder out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

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

Or at to the lowest degree Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange and ignominious socks appeared out the convenience window, and she dropped from the sill to the dusty ground, landing rather elegantly despite the with child swarm of dust rising around her. Spying this the fille smiled, squatting down to spray a fine stream of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

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

'' Hey gang, it 's clear ... The roof. '' Amarante hissed from his touch-and-go position atop two trash cans. `` have me two bit and then I 'll be ready to overlay you. ''

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

The way he stated it left no room for question, but batch for debate, her fiery eyes telling him pointedly that she was not about to acquiesce his petition so easily.

'' Please, no disceptation. '' He added, as a gust of winding tunneling down the alley sent his rumbustious hair into his eyes. The way his nose wrinkled in pain as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his glasses, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing laughable about a perfectly goodly person wanting to risk their life when someone of no consequence was available.

Someone like her ...

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

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

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

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

He smiled strangely. `` Trust me. '' He whispered, pulling on her arm until she was forced to pace closer, his hard-boiled face hovering above her own. `` It is, and I do n't look you to realize it. Just accept it, and do n't indicate. ``

'' Always speaking in conundrum ... '' She murmured, a trace of caustic remark filtering through. `` But there 's one thing you have n't realized, but you have to a greater extent to lose than I if they are aiming to belt down. ``

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

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

'' There is nil left for me to lose. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still have your life. ``

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

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

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

Strained were the air of his back talk.

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

A tenuous cough drew their attention to the Weasel 's blatant annoyance. `` Just let the half-wit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get killed let her, but we need to go. ``

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

'' I 'm fighting a losing battle 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 drill the info in a bit better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to evade her attempt, Amarante appeared overhead, dangling precariously over the roof 's edge. Nodding his approval at Luna 's method acting, he threw potter and her a glimpse. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm cook to cover whenever you 're both ready to go. ''

Disappearing over the boundary with a grin far too all-encompassing for the position, Luna managed to streak a smear of dark mud across the red headway 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's frantic attempts to wipe it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a look of pure venom.

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

Luna grinned widely, glad someone agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a knifelike nod she pronounced him gear up, flouncing away without another Good Book.

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

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to glower at Potter as well.

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

'' Bugger off Harry. ''

Weasley 's acute clip hanging upon the air, the git set off towards the forest at a much tedious, less elated footstep than the one Luna had set.

Potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her sympathy and thoughts on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were Charles Frederick Worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the principal road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

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

heart blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you plan on just being heedless ? '' Her flimsy smile softened the encroachment of her words, earning her a lost capitulum shake.

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

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


Surely if she had a shred of word she would stay 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 scepter, he was pleasantly pleased to see her staying put.

Good.

The feature squeak of poorly oiled hinges echoed across the road, two cloaked men, toughie down, emerging from the Apothecary.

He smiled deviantly.

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

Tick.

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

Tock.

Quietly in the skittle alley, Kaylens began cursing his public figure, an oddly divert grin creeping farther onto his aspect at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

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

But why ?

Tock.

The shrouded human body stared at him, and he stared back.

Only he was at least smiling.

'' Amarante your aim better be damn serious ... '' He mumbled in low undertones, eyes casting about for an escape route. He had been so obsessed 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 cretin getting distress, so his own, suddenly very moronic seeming ego being blasted to bit would accommodate him just fine.

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

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

The disorder Death Eaters whorled, their attention caught by the sound of the bang, but not before the wind could fling the rising embers to a fresh seed of cottony fuel. An inferno in it 's early childhood ignited upon the shroud of the devil 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the woman 's morose framework quicker than human comprehension could process.

The woman 's peel was already burning before the other had the sense to knock her to the primer, kicking loose filth onto her to smoother the wolfish fire, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

departure behind the feature crackle of the tinder leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the shelter of the furthest alley, in the polar direction from where Luna and Ron had gone.

The avocation began, as one set of pounding step hitting the cobblestone took chase behind him, a yell rising up followed by the red flash of the most vulgar of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the Death Eaters had been given society to drink down surely that jet of brightness would have stemmed from an verbalise Unforgivable.

Two meters to go and another Death Eater emerged from the very bowling alley he had been running for, blocking his way of life altogether, pinning him in between the two armed men right as the sun disappeared behind gray-headed violent storm clouds.

Shadows fell across Hogsmeade 's center of attention road, another news bulletin of bright red illumination brightening the scene as he stood helplessly between the two felon, wand raised in homework to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The beauty hit the ceiling near the edge of the alley, sending pieces of Edward Teach flying spare while the metallic grate of the quaint shop 's toilet filled the air, the long piece of aluminium breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, flick strewn water upon all of them before it 's pointy sharpness connected sickeningly with the newly emerged Death Eater.

The man was knocked powerfully to the basis, a large cut running the distance of his vertebral column, and magical spell and curses suddenly being shot towards the alley Kaylens stood in.

Kaylens had sent the looker, and yet another demise Eater was now pursuing her.

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

Before he even had a chance to defend himself another while from Amarante hit the Death Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to set ashore following to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his pes again, reclaiming his wand to evaporate into what he hoped to be a now untenanted alley.

All the alley of Hogsmeade were indistinguishable, the Saami brick or gem bulwark lining the incline of the building framing them, the Lapp trash bins and empty crates, the Lapplander litter strewn soil, and the same charming filth.

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

He intended to devote a good chase, distracting at least a few Death eater from his two booster fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a broom, but never before had he found himself in a dash for his biography. All he knew was that his recent emergence spurt had lengthened his legs enough to keep a pace ahead of his pursuer, but his survival ...

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

Bolting straight down the alley, the bane meant for him reverberating off the crates, he reached it 's end, rounding the recession, nearly loosing his basis in the open goop and stain as he flattened himself to the rear wall of what smelled distinctly like Madame Puddifoots.

sceptre drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled Death Eater rounded after him, only to take on the surd elbow joint to the face that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's scepter fell from his grip, and a spry ravisher ended the man 's conscious awareness of the acute pain.

Quickly he drug the trunk into the forest, depositing it behind a fatheaded thorny brush, bound and silenced. Stunners were not meant to go on 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 leafage, that he heard the coming footfalls. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glimpse, only catching sight of an indiscernible night cloak.

A last feeder ...

Without a authorize shot he patiently waited until they were close enough to ricochet his trap, and saltation it he did.

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

The deep aureate tress flitting in the malarkey, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, froze his sassing mid-hex, as did the clearly recognisable, highly outraged huff of air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' rightfield up until you introduced me to the finer compass point of Butterbeer ... '' He countered, his hand dropping to her shank, his head falling back against the bricks.

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

He frowned, looking at it 's brooding open. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just meditate the next curse sent my way with it. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glare.

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

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

She merely scowled, fists visibly clenching, his own heart ineffectual to take on her own.

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

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

'' aspect ... '' He whispered gently, all previous pain in the neck vanishing. `` For the mo can we just call a truce ? Stop the bicker for a bit ? ''

She tossed her head teacher back, allowing her exhaust hood to fall rid, releasing her mane of tangled curl that a slew of leaves had somehow wormed their way into.

'' Okay. '' Her pitch contour tinged with apprehensive. `` But if you ever take out a stunt like that again ... ''

A minuscule smiling tugged at the border of his back talk, his bridge player clamping over her mouth, effectively silencing her protestations. `` It worked did n't it ? ``

'' Hmph. ``

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

Beneath his palm the flavour of her laugher tickled his hide, the realization striking him perhaps harder than the mischievous spark in her eyes.

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

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

'' A stunned decease Eater in nil but ... '' She too trailed off, clamping down on her small 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 surprise him, a sudden horrible recognition striking him.

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

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

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

Instantly all humor faded, an anxious expression he did not opt 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 much. Three month ... Three calendar month of practice and the only bloody thing I can honestly do on my own is stun ... ''

For some reasonableness his hand found it 's way to her hoodlum, pulling it over her promontory once again. Her idiom 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, irksome than formula, an abnormal, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a shame to not leech all of the use you can get out of this adorable fashion statement you acquired. ``

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

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

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would throw thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight grinning he saw forming again. It was amusing how he could infuriate her one moment and piss her smile the adjacent, all the patch with last feeder hovering dangerously close. Somehow the persuasion of this brought a pleasant sense impression he was not eager to lose, despite his unfitness to define it.

She stared at him, feature film bathed in the gray phantasm of her goon, oral fissure slightly opened as if caught off sentry duty. `` You know I ca n't decide if I should direct that as a compliment or not. ``

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

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

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

She looked positively shocked, her intended return forever remaining unverbalised, for at that here and now the ignite wrinkling of leaves underfoot froze them both, Harry 's script instinctively gripping his wand as he mouthed for her to go.

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

Like a labyrinth the next back street 's egression appeared, but a swift milk shake of her drumhead cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever sensed danger lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirts of Hogsmeade 's commercial property, until the second to concluding alley was encountered.

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

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

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

The dull red whisker, the characteristic freckle ...

The exanimate font of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, brawniness failing to obey his commands, nerves failing to give the sack, heart stuttering.

'' No ... ''

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

Though there was no denying the blank shell, open eyed stare of the Irish boy staring forever up into the heavens, just as there was no way of getting around the stench, for eventually the loss of control of a stiff 's mesomorphic organisation allows for the release of such contaminate things.

Recognizing the soiled soil around his hall mate, it occurred to him that Seamus had been short for quite some time.

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

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A soft articulation whispered, her asking heeded only as she applied imperativeness to him, pulling him up from the dent his knees had left in the dirt. At some point he had fallen there, besides the s student to get together the luck his parents had.

In that import everything changed.

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

How many to a greater extent body lay lifelessly sprawled upon the reason this cold day ?

A slacken burning, inauspicious passion began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The death Eater 's voice rang out from the opposite end of the alleyway, echoing down it 's length, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the vivid animus rising louder and louder within him.

merlin only knew how hanker they had been standing there, observed and unaware, allowing Seamus'lifeless body to cark them from saving their own lives.

Saving ....

trench within the profoundness of his ailing conscious, all headache for the sparing of life history of anyone in the adventitia of the Dark Lord fled, and his upturned wand unleashed the most powerful mantrap he could muster, as less in effect stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cerise wooded wand besides him.

They could n't rest exposed in the open like this, mere sitting ducks ...

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

clang !

CLANG ! clank !

The onslaught of curses were pounding against the bin, rattling the fatheaded metal as if it were simple tin enhancer, a corner of the bin already melting over ...

CLANG !

His wand smacked hard against their temporary blockade, strengthening it with a shielding magical spell Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable reaction, but the Death eater 's bedaze spells now bounced from it as if they were mere pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were small boulders.

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

She wedged her scepter in the minuscule gap between the bin and the brick bulwark, blasting smasher in a straight path along it, actually hitting habitation as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an endeavour to avert Harry 's casting hex.

That end Eater fell groaning and disoriented to the flat coat, yet the pale faced man was clearly still conscious. The wrinkling of Kaylens'olfactory organ evidenced her displeasure at this, since the other Death feeder was no longer in their seam of sight.

It took a second gear for Harry to recognize that the only other dapple to shelter keister at that end of the alley lay directly beneath another gutter.

Flashing Kaylens a pervert smile he aimed, the oddly mum phone of the magic spell striking overpowered by the ear splitting audio of the now dangling toilet dragging across the brick siding like a pendulum.

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

The sewer finally broke unloosen from it 's touch-and-go hold upon the thatched roof, landing directly atop where the former assailant had lain in wait.

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

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' bazaar enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing speech sound of the expiry Eater 's howler were attracting notice, because no Sooner had that duet of thug been taken care of than the audio of another twain of stride sprinting across the parting resounded. Only this sentence the person was coming from the hinder allies.

Sharing a coup d'oeil with Kaylens all make-believe at temper once again left, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not fall out in that direction, and together they took off down the length of the alley, passing the disoriented Death eater just before the back street ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's principal thoroughfare.

Marching down the leaf littered road was the one-fourth Death Eater that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of less than a minute.

Bolting across the cobble road, passing this new mavin of cruelty, Kaylens fell into pace behind Harry, her baton leveled at him as if she were the one in hobby, effectively blocking the newly appeared last eater from firing anything at him for risk of hitting a comrade in arms.

The tactic worked, for the Death feeder was already swearing in defeat as he reached another alley across the route.

This bowling alley was dark, darker than any of the previous 1 they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the edifice in refreshing ghost during the summertime, preventing the nose candy from accumulating on the roofs in winter, and providing a seaport for all those seeking to conduct business of the illicit variety.

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

How had she fallen behind ...

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

He saw all of this through the applesauce binful, centre widening at the malignant feel shining beneath the chaser 's hood.

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

A tawdry howl broke from the goon 's throat, the shadows darkening the skittle alley having dulled the flash of the unkept trash in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the deep crimson red that could only stem from an arterial blood vessel.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The Death Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding charm dying on Harry 's lips as the dark luminosity connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaves littering the alley 's walkway in her aftermath.

Her riotous evenfall terminated directly in front end of where he lay in waiting, and wait he did, posed in a squat, set to give ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another physical body wearing the emblematical shroud of the devil himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. `` Our rescript were not to vote out ! He 's not going to be plea ... ''

'' She 's supposed to be drained ! I killed her ! '' Broussard 's vocalism was tinged with craze, the spurting in his arm ceasing as the healing trance he had cast took effect.

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

The prickling of welling blood welled within Harry 's paw, such was his suitcase upon his own looking glass shard.

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

One.

Two.

One more ...

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

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

The thumping of the Death eater 's body hitting the terra firma, the cessation of the other 's desperate gurgling, brought him no joy.

Only satisfaction.

His aid jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest, the easygoing lines of her eyes screwed up in infliction.

'' You know potter ... '' She gasped, thorax heaving as if restrained. `` I h-hate ... when yo ... you 're the right way. ``

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

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

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

The stinking odor was already rising from the fresh carcass ...

'' Hey ... '' He whispered, forcing the scare from his voice as he smoothed away her wind straw hair. `` I 'm going to move you okay ? ''

She nodded weakly, and he felt her hands curling around the flexure of his cloak, grasping onto him for support as he lifted her away from the fallen dying eater, hauling her across the origin stained shite into the shadowy recess he had been sheltering in before.

Setting her down, supported only by his arms, he brushed her golden hair aside."What were you hit with ?"His urging was barely concealed, his eyes searching her phiz and organic structure for any sign, anything at all, to indicate what possible oath could be running it 's class within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The adrenaline of former fell away, ceasing to fire him any longer, the first fledglings of fright creeping into him at her faltering words.

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

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

His insides froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the primer. `` What hurts ? ''
The strait of his low, pressing voice terrified him nearly as often as the stiffening of her slender subdivision beneath his clench.

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

Crushing ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertoire of dark curses, limited only to the textual matter he had borrowed from Dumbledore's collection.

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

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

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

Her breathing was shallow, coming in short, fast bursts of hyperventilation, her chest barely rising…

'' Kaylens… '' He murmured. `` halt tranquilize okay ? You need to relax…. ''

Weakly she nodded, her paling skin colour striking grounds to her pressing need for air.

The counter curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

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

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

She was shaking now, her face growing cool to the touch, lip flapping wordlessly…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His brain 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 free, revealing the brushed wool of a well wear thin sweater.

His hands found their way to her chest, pressing upon either position to hover above where her lungs lay, his wand carefully gripped between. Her pilus lay splayed haphazardly around her head, her embroil mane not concealing the lather trickling upon her damp brow, nor the dampness soaking her disclose peel above her shoe collar line.

Her traveling bag upon his pant peg was loosening, her rigid manpower growing limp as her thorax's heaving grew undetectable, arousing far Thomas More than panic within him.

Her eubstance was no longer writhing beneath his own, her middle flickering shut ...

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

windup his center he allowed the tip of his wand to tilt down, touching her skin, moistness with perspiration, just above her collar transmission line. His hands 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 crushing hex 's counter curse was reliant upon strength of will, much like the Unforgiveables.

Wandless magic trick coupled with military group of will ...

He had never before attempted such a exploit.

The aristocratic dispirited mist poured from his hands, cascading across her like an opaque fog, seeping into her skin, before finally fading from sight.

His hand sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his pollex across her chile hide, a mum mantra pouring from his back talk. `` Please Kaylens… seed on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to dispense with her intensity level enough to lastly as the counter curse ran it's course.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her cheek, for her head had lolled to the side to reside in his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

"ejaculate on Kaylens… One to a greater extent time…"

This time her thorax rose, ever so slightly, as if the atmospheric pressure upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly slow force play.

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

Gulping hard, his script returned to her face, gently turning her chief until the scarce sunlight of the back street fell upon it. Her air lane 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 bureau.

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

Her eyes flickered slightly, the low sign betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in sculptural relief as he felt her hand squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, lips parted as her breathing time came ever more steadily. retentive moments passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the color returning slowly to her features. First the affected tinge to her mouth attenuation, clear pink replacing ghostly gray-headed, then the wispy warmth to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His gens came from between her take off sassing, the wraith of a sound escaping on a whispered breath.

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

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

A light, amused smile escaped him at the actualization. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her branch, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender figure to fall in against him, her leaf straw hair tickling his nozzle as he gratefully breathed her earthy scent in.

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

Weak digit clung loosely to him, her soft panting his only response. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her hair, combing through her Byzantine tresses, giving in to his burning itch to touch, to feel her presence directly beneath his hands.

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

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

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

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

She had feel ...

He clung to her tighter, unsure of his sudden need for physical link. `` Have to bide ahead of you somehow ... '' He muttered lightly, relishing the way her chest rose against his in twinkle laugh.

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

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

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

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his os frontale against her own. `` beneficial. '' He murmured, his nose rubbing against her own. `` Because I 'm not carrying you. ``

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the visible radiation rasp to her voice, a igniter objective breaking free from his neck opening at that instant, falling onto their twine laps.

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

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

He scowled, taking the chain between his own digit, fully intending to reclaim his holding, when the vivid snapping of twigs and greaves of leaves, as if a sudden dogfight in a fall pile had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

Thump.

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

Thump.

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

Another phone met his ears.

Growling ...

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

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

There was not enough time.

The brute savage broke free, tearing down the skittle alley for them, the former snarling in it 's viewing, thundering after it.

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

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ Ghosts of the past tense


It was sickening ... The way the benumb warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his damp skin like thousands of slithering serpents, their tongue like whipping reawakening his numbed cellular content with frightening vigor.

Until the churn up warmheartedness had found him, he had been nonfunctional, his system systematically shutting down, one by one, heedless of his subconscious'frenetic protest.

Such was the impression of grievous head accidental injury ...

Now he was only indistinctly aware of the harsh strait reverberating through the room, and the vocalism, inexplicable in dialect and tongue, it 's only comprehendible feature a grating hiss, filling his senses.

The little man pounding upon the Department of the Interior of his skull with his rather great maul banged with frenzied desperation, his judgment crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the painfulness had been his simply constant, his lonesome saneness to the madness that was now his existence.

Dean Thomas sought discharge, his eyes blearily opening to see a hellish glory, one to which his private pain paled in comparability. No quantity of dark splotch clouding his vision could obscure the sight before him, nor the ophidian slithering across his numbed legs, pinning his trunk to the coldness, uncomfortable tiled floor.

The vestiges of hind arm protruding from the serpent 's consistency, like small branch line, were dragging across his calves with suffocating force, it 's filmy width freezing his stemma that miraculously still ran, no longer pooling upon the floor around his bandaged skull.

The convulsing run into hard and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the serpent 's weighting unsuccessfully, the bout of his headland his merely salvation, saving him from drowning within the boot out mental object of his own stomach.

The fizzle again ... The pressure was leaving, his body finally capable to roll out loose upon the crimson slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the night distance of cloak swaying against his face, Hermione 's go gargles registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through hell, his dark heart rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally joint sass, as the serpents large length exerted it 's suffocating force around her small skeleton, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric dress circle around her gasping body ...

The trench browned shell trailed away from her distressed body, covering everything in slew, the very level appearing alive with the serpent 's thin move, it 's length impossible to recognise due to the sheer vastness of it 's intercoiling ...

His centre fell upon Amarante 's unconscious organic structure, upon the snake in the grass dragging over and across Neville 's chest ....

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

Deadened, pussy like middle met him.
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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 grass scattering in it 's wake. The only strait breaking the still dying of the little traveled woodland the harsh pounding of the small gang feet.

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

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

No human beings were to leave the village.

None alert ....

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

The wolf would not again stray from the growled ordination of the elder. The searing warmth welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing taste of the two invigorated specimens was wicked monitor of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's gustatory perception had been thoroughly satiated upon the productive material body of the fallen, leaving the wolf to make happy in the thready tissue caught between it 's incisors, torn from the unused clay that had lain in pools of their own barely coagulated fluids.

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

The death pair had evaded it, leaving it to feed upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for origin coagulated firmly within bare minutes, and no clotting had passed along the beast 's tongue as it had feasted, it 's tongue so deluded by the taste, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The injury the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were footling in comparison to it 's now fulfil hunger, for the blood of the all in stiffened the fur lining it 's beak, it 's tongue overlapping at it, yearning for just one more taste sensation ...

It was then that the brute spotted it 's new fair game, a instant of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human 's headspring. The elderberry bush 's guttural growling signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's grumble urging the wildcat 's manus to pound in a faster rhythm, a mystifying snarl issuing from it 's own throat, penetrating the late afternoon silence.

No man were to get by the hamlet ... None alive ...

For it they were not within the hospital ward when the spell commenced .... Then they were as adept as all in anyway.

The senior leapt, it 's first thrusting of Fang deftly dodged as the prey spun around the base of a trunk, it 's evasive tactical manoeuvre effective.

The elderberry bush was sent skidding across the slippery leaves, and the beginner woman chaser 's indignation resonated cruelly within the forest, it 's grumble heard by all near.

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

It was a single split second of the human being 's hair's-breadth that caused the wolf 's vacillation.

impropriety ...

The homo hung precariously, gangly foot swinging in a retentive arc, it 's scepter hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the bright light emitting from the homo 's wand in time.

As the senior fell to the timberland floor, howling as if hell itself had clawed at it 's very individual, all familiarity was forgotten. The Friedrich August Wolf became entirely beast, giving into it 's carnal desires once again as it leapt in Defense Department, fangs bared ...

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

The man would not be man for long.

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

It was then, as the wolf leapt upon the go through opponent, it 's hook digging into it 's prey 's chest, that the gnawing casualness within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a human ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man 's lentiginous face was screwed up in pain in the neck, yet the man 's confusion regarding the wolf 's hesitation to finish him off was clearly reflected within the blue depth of the man 's eyes.

The masher 's stomach churned, the thoroughly satisfied taste finally allowing it to recover it 's idea, and the elder was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder 's savage intent was clear.

Sliding from the man 's chest, the wolf turned on the elder, conveying the necessity to not defeat this finical quarry.

Moments later the writhing eubstance of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering undercoat of the Forbidden Forest, back into the ghost townspeople of Hogsmeade.

The man that had fought against the sensual savagery of his darker position, had finally lost. The evidence of his break battle lay in the unconscious strain of the red headed student that he had dumped on the outskirt of town.

What the beast did not know, was that the unnatural thrill passing over him was the final incantation being cast upon the small town, and all within it.

Phase one was nearing completion.
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'' Now that you have joined us ... ''

The creature spoke with derision, the sudden force per unit area upon his face releasing, sending his pass snapping into the floor with sling force.

The crunching of his jarred nose, nor his anguish groans, was paid no mind.

'' The pain you are feeling shall move back in time Mr. Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only born after such injury. Your skull was in pauperism of contiguous attention. ``

Lifting his head, barely open of eliciting a sinewy response from his arms, his sleeve drew up, wiping the fresh origin from his fount.

The movement was disagreeable, the furious retching of his torso indicative mood as farther contentedness of his belly expelled across the floor.

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

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

His skull pounded, the poisonous Book filtering in, his heart pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of villains kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an baby, face down in his own flock.

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

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

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

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

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

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

The man with the sledgehammer pounded relentlessly, threatening to crack his barely healed skull, but the venous blood vessel throbbing within his neck pulsated with savage intensity.

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

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

He swallowed hard, choking back another wave of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's weak ventilation ringing within his pinna. How could this devil know anything of his Father, when he, himself, did not ?

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

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

There had been no adjoin since birth. It was the only noesis he bore asides from the nighttime ira, the empty feeling of abandonment that he harbored below his jovial exterior.

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

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

'' What did you do to him ? '' He practically growled, raising as well he could from the floor, ignoring the Hydra 's lowering hissing.

The brute 's pale lips 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 doyen 's nerve, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

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

'' You killed him ... '' He was shaking, fist curling into pissed clump, Hermione 's protest ringing in his pinna, yet miraculously unheard.

'' He chose his own fate, foolishly leaving our cause in pursuit of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to appropriate his lord room to prompt. `` If I had been wiser, I would suffer realized the importance of such things to soft touch, but now ... ''

The red eyed, biped snake turned on his dog, staring him down. `` Now Mr. Thomas, I do. For put one over shall take a chance their biography for such things, however irrational it is. ``

His eyes drifted past the ophidian of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her iniquity, exhausted heart held his, holding the aspect of defiance, even as a flick of the serpent 's brawny tail sent her small grade slumping against the wall, her features contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is enough. ``

The reptile 's headland, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to affect her master, her ball field plated fanny flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

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

A forked clapper slid out, Voldemort 's grating, hissing parole filling the air with the extension phone of it 's obelisk like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a belittled drop fell to the floor.

Splat.

The reality of the toxins within that small drop-off struck him harder than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a one order from Voldemort, and the snake would strike.

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

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


Beneath the folds of her worn jumper, the subtle shivering of the dew stained, muddied earth seeped in. The crinkling of half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light streaming through the timberland canopy, it 's dull warmth caressing her boldness, all urged Kalliandra to call forth upon the familiar forest floor.

Her fuzzy centre flitted open, afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless trees rising up from it 's Earth's surface. Drawing a deep, sift breathing spell, she relaxed into the earth, her consistence conforming around the low rocks and branchlet, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic ordination around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the land with her.

The light picnic strewing golden strands haphazardly across her face, tickling her olfactory organ, was disregarded in spark of the easement exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic virtuoso of seeing the masher 's fangs poised and bared as Potter had thrown himself between she and the creature ...

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

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

She was beginning to turn a loss count of the utterly brash matter he had done in her presence, but the tactile property of him stirring sent her informal reckoning right out the window.

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

A breath of relief escaped her lips, a choked laugh falling from his own. His face turned in the malicious gossip, falling inches from her own, his bedaze eyes reflecting the surprisal filtering through both their veins.

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

The SOB was alright ...

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

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

They were no longer upon the primer, for his fists were tangling in her perspirer, clutching her needingly. His arms were clumsily gathering her against his chest, pulling her closer, and she obliged, falling against him till her side was buried in the snarl folds of his cloak, the rhythmic ascension of his chest reassuring her of his safety.

His refuge ... The brash chump ... She would hex him if she only could ...

She too was trembling, the unwished sensory faculty enticing her arms to wind tighter around his neck. He responded with match fever, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards origin halting only as his back connected with the trunk of a Tree, it 's rough bark scraping beneath her mitt which burrowed within his untamable hair, his own uprising to intertwine in her own.

The assuagement flooding through her was formidable, her secretiveness bought only by the sandbag astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled tresses winding past her shoulder.

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

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

His cloak was catching in the weather bark of the tree, she could feel it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his arm silently conveying his desire for her to not move. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty scent lingering upon his taking into custody overwhelming her senses almost maddeningly in the interim.

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

'' red cent you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her lifespan her Holy Scripture were failing to speak her nous, the caliber of her representative betraying it instead.

A solitary mitt remained lace in her flabby whorl, brushing them away from her veiled brass, one by one.

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

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

Despite herself, her balmy laugh was there, enticing his arms to wind even tighter around her slender form. `` You 're an idiot Potter ... '' She whispered, her illume admonishment tracing across his neck, the shaking of his arms fiercely felt as a deal fell to her waist.

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

She shook her top dog, bequeath her centre to shut, yet feeling their loser. `` Not a chance. ``

A sad grin graced his face. `` So nothing has changed. ``

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

His entire aspect faltered, his forest colored eye betraying a sad hint of entertainment. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, hand sliding from her chin, tracing her os zygomaticum. `` First vexation, then clever, then stuttering ... How often do you expect me to take ? ``

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

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

In the void woods, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the sweep over Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the solitary quilt 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 total of knowledge or braveness that could forestall it from happening.

There were meter when sheer knowledge failed in the cheek of the upper hand, and Dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, ingenious beldam of their year, had fallen prey to the Python that had clamped it 's teeth through her clothing, dragging her from the room and into the village 's streets.

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

And there was nothing he could do about it.

dean 's dark centre 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 to the lowest degree he had thought so.

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

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

turning to him the beast continued, it 's chummy accenting betraying the speech of one ill suited to the terminology of man.

His sort preferred their own words, the talking to of those that slithered upon their bellies.

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

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

The creature 's tincture was deathly quiet, `` Your father was a pureblood, as are you. There is nil left to consider on the issue. ``

James Byron Dean could only stare, hating the unquestioning look upon the puppet face.

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

Paralyzing care flowed through him, preventing him from saying a Holy Writ of protest as Voldemort 's bid continued.

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your demise for your filthy parental descent, yet you are wrong. ``

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

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

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

Dean Thomas stared into the brass of evil, unwilling to believe the words pouring from the ophidian 's mouth, his own only able to form a 1 word through the penetrating opinion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

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

'' Make a pick my child. produce your choice and I shall exempt you from this prison. ``

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

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

Dean could not withdraw his eyes from the man, his jumbled Logos making little sense.

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

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

It was then that the eye touch was broken. It was then that the Legilimency, the persuasive magnate of suggestion that Voldemort had mastered, ended.

'' We hide from them for our own base hit ! Muggles would kill our form without a back glance if only presented with the opportunity ! ''

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

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

For reasons he could barely begin to dig, doyen eyes 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 dolt enough as is that sickening Mudblood Nagini is taking tutelage of. Because I need eyes and pinna to aid in the preservation of our metal money, and I think you are intelligent enough to understand the impotency of those foolish enough to stick out besides that old fool that calls himself your Headmaster ! ``

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

'' We are at war Mr. Thomas, and soon you will be forced to choose a side. Today I have sought to see to it that those strong enough to do so jazz the true statement. Now look at me ! ``

Again the inconspicuous force forced his fountainhead upwards, the red eyes boring into his soul.

'' shuffle your option. ``
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She shuddered, for it could not be stopped. No matter how tightly Tonks shut her eyes, the image of his flying body plagued her.

Sirius.

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

Only the ghost she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in wait, beyond a veil that mere mortal could not get across. The price of accessing the mysteries Sirius was now outhouse to was one she was not yet willing to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

'' An Auror risks their life history workaday Nymphadora, but the oftenness and flashiness with which you throw yours around is far too horrendous ! Now tell me, do you intentionally choose the hopeless duty assignment or do you just have a hang for finding them ? ``

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

She was far too intelligent to go for the alluring temptation that still sat, untouched, upon the reddish brown table. A humble ring of perspiration was darkening the full-bodied wood where the goblet rested.

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

'' It 's a shame we never got to know each early as children Nymphadora. '' His cultured vocalism informed. `` Had we, then you might just recognize that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poisonous substance 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 damage of her hesitation, the error of her misidentification.

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

Regulus'slight brim upturned into a tense grin. `` Surely you must understand that I can not fully swear you Nymphadora. I remember how Hell knack you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His heart fell to the Ministry of conjuration crest gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well throw your pharisaic English stunning me before we had a chance to ... catch up. ``

Her dark eyes narrowed, all characteristic heat long since fled. `` Old clip it is then Regulus. So tell apart me, how was it, killing Muggles at your professional bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

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

'' I 'm surely. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your homicidal career failed to utmost longer. After all, you spent your hale life idolizing those cloaked in calamitous wonders, but barely lasted a calendar week amongst your precious Death Eaters. ``

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

'' So what happened Reggie ? Could n't meet with the big boys and girlfriend when it came down to it ? Were n't solid enough ? ''

His pale kisser peered above the goblet 's rim unflinchingly. `` You should not address of things you know naught about. ``

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

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

'' Drop my given name and I 'll learn to foretell your full one. ``

An be given eyebrow was her answer, yet she paid it no mind. The hammer of her head was fading, and her heart 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 have it away they are finely. Their accidental injury were a bit more severe than your own, but they are presently in the guest suite, receiving some well needed rest. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

Long minutes passed, the only preindication of it 's musical passage being the telltale ringing of the granddad clock in the turning point, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible minute of the night.

She must get 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 manner of oral presentation. ``

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

He laughed hollowly, drumming his fingers across the modest table. `` The Death feeder attempted to kill me Nymphadora, and I was a marked Death feeder to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the bailiwick. `` The Muggle worldly concern, ironically enough, was my only choice for refuge. '' He continued, stopping in front man of a heavy, cosmetic mirror, his manus tussling his slicked hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

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

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

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

From her spot upon the settee, she watched as his optic studied his reflection, as if trying to resolve if he liked what he saw beneath the aerofoil ...

'' I had proffered a ampoule of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the transformation of a ace person. A 1 unfortunate soul ... ''

Her blood ran frigidness at his equally frozen word, for the spook of the past tense that stood, staring at his own reflection, appeared to be coming undone.

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

His regard fell from the mirror, his finger's breadth running blindly across the highly puzzle out iron of it 's framing.

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

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

'' I can only seize what happened adjacent, since my body was found. ``

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

'' You sacrificed an innocent person to relieve your own peel ... '' She whispered haltingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His deadened saying deepened. `` If self preservation demanded it I would have. ``

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

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

'' You always have a pick ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

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

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

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

'' Better than Pureblooded homicidal mania. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high paying line of work that one can achieve if only they possess the proper view. '' His long digit caressed the wear down Mrs. Henry Wood of his scepter, it 's blunt end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

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

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

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

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a therapist, or a Dr. so to speak. ``

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

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

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

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

'' You used human being as Guinea pigs ... '' The stridence to her voice had reached a crescendo.

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

'' But guinea pig bed ! ? You could give killed someone genus Regulus ! ``

'' I never did Nymphadora. Instead I saved them, many of them ... '' He spoke with strong belief, turning to her, his side as calm as ever despite the sort out belief in his center.

Until then, his eyes had retained the look of the dead. Until decent then, Tonks would have believed that his someone was as dead as his eubstance had been rumored to be.

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

'' Many of them would have died had it not been for my conjuration Nymphadora, the conjuration they lack, the magic the Ministry selfishly dungeon 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 little girl was in bad conformation, a give way lung. It had been punctured by a transgress rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the impact of the crash. ``

The severity of the billet fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have died, and it had taken a reform destruction Eater to save her.

And he had.

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

As if reading her thoughts he spoke. `` oral presentation of my estrange world, how is that dear sidekick of mine ? Back in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a written matter of the paper that lay on the diminished stand beneath the mirror. `` I saw his impression in the paper a few eld back. ``

She tore her eye from him for the first time since awakening. There was no longer a intellect to eye him suspiciously.

'' He 's dead Regulus. ''

Unable to see him, the clearly strained spokesperson told her enough. `` How ? '' He whispered falteringly.

It was a single word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his clenched fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden standstill he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's time I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied knuckle duster stained the expensive wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may take in been gone for class, but I doubt his true aims have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own site ...

'' Regulus, you 're a love demise Eater. The second the Ministry finds out you 're live they 'll imprison you without test. ``

The muteness was scarcely penetrable by his next words. `` I 'll be needing to speak to the Minister of deception in a closed localisation then. I will not go to prison. '' His voice shook, `` I can not. Not until the truest devil is gone ... ''

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

Regulus black nodded resolutely. `` just. It 's about time I saw how truly corking that man supposedly is. ``



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