* * * * *


Releasing the baton for what he promised would be only moments, he continued sawing at his bindings, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain precious centimeters of mobility ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snap.

Another thread of the circle broke unloosen, it 's release masked by her sudden, purposeful coughing.

Her head fell forward, her coughs lingering long enough to look genuine, and her golden, tangled whorl came cascading down, falling over her eyes, veiling her expression from all but him. To his eyes each shimmering filament, glinting in the dull afternoon glow, as well as her watery eyeball, remained seeable, as well as her bound wrists, White and torn from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov 's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a finger upon her.

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

Harry potter had a few dark spells he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

'' How much longer do you believe 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 dark gaze of the man scanned the room, taking in the few witting students and the two frequenter bound and lined against the walls. `` These spares. ``

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

Dolohov kicked the storey, sending tattered glass skittering across Dean 's fallen material body. `` We will be here and gone before those fall guy catch wind of this. Besides, these things are delicate topic ... ''

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 flooring around with her feet.

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

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

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

The discussion ended.

It was then that he heard it.

'' You ... ''

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

Her eyes had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the scope beyond, liquid fire boiling beyond their depths. Lifting his own he followed her regard to where Ludo Bagman stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his disarray upon her, noticing her dresser 's rhythmical rising as her breaths came quicker, deeper, faster ...

Golden optic flickered shut, a anguish manifestation falling across her.

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

It was chilling.

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

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

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

'' Kaylens please ... ''

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

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

proceedings passed, before touchy palpebra flickered open, her middle alight with an deviant glow.

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

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

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


The Energy Department reverberating from him drew her nearer, an timeless existence passage before she was able to forcibly line away.

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

They would all understand ...

She would not stray near him again, for her human race was moving unnaturally dense, as if the events occurring around her were illusory, fleet double from atrocious dreaming that would surely fly with a waft of merciful consciousness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her edge hands rose from her lap, tracing the tender line of her jaw, feeling her cooling tegument. Somewhere, amidst the scrap, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The dried smear of blood line along her cheek gave evidence to that.

She could find the hotness radiating from Dean 's limp form.

He was alive ...

Hermione ...

The small girlfriend 's finger had curled around fallen lump of her bloodied, uprooted hair, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to contain onto, something unanimous and palpable to shew the afflictions had been material.

They had ...

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

The computer storage of a resurrected Night, long due revenge, beckoned.

A gimp manus lay splayed across the front corridor ... stemma trickling onto the wooden porch boards ...

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

She had made her decision.

The chilling pelting pelted down, something night mixing with the muddy piss licking at her nose ...

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

It was their blood swirling within the pool ... .Sean 's space center staring back ...

It was rolling in discrete moving ridge, operating by it 's own undetectable normal, pulsating from the life, evaporating from the dead.

A boyish face appeared above her, understanding in his pelagic eyes. `` I 'm awfully meritless about this kid ... ''

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her eyes shut ever tighter, involuntarily frisson traveling through her, the rash imperativeness in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled waves outwards.

The human race was taking on a hotter character, every boldness burning with fiery intensiveness as she began reaching, feeling ...

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

Her spirit was to kill.



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



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cells were multiplying with frightening measure. She could almost feel them, enticing her breath to make out in penetrative, hurt gasps. The gentle titillation of anterior, the feeling of static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of unchecked vigour weaving steadily through her, searing across her very skin like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

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

Pained center flickered open air upon the world, reflecting the light as merely she could see it. For the gilded mist swirled throughout the room in thick, stifling negatron clouds, sending fiery chills searing through the hollow shell of what she had once been.

The particles danced, shining from all that was alert, emitting softly from all that was dead, as vigour must do. The man eye had always been blind to the subtler manakin of it 's gallant ballet, but it was a terpsichore to which she was privy.

It was her curse.

She did not fear it, nor did she embrace it as she so ought. She simply breathed, allowing the palpable shivering to fill her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His presence filled her.

The hot molecule upon the once barely discernerable gentle wind vibrated, the golden mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a shut circuit between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged particles to trip the light fantastic within the rhythm of her domain.

Fiery cold, soothing painfulness ... Such were the sentience of burning, and all it 's conflicting ambiance.

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

Besides her, drawing her concerted engrossment from the heavy world of her thinker, she noticed potter stirring, taking advantage of the small misdirection her spent zip afforded them.

Ludovic ...

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

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

He had not lifted a finger.

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

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

But Ludovic first.

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

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

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

The soft sound of a eubstance falling lifelessly upon the detritus strewn floor met her even before the backlash did.

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

The electricity flew from his fallen form to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice save to soak up it 's sudden release with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Her eyes flicked open as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hues of golden light dancing around her, fading away as the weather sheet of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


'' control stick with the coterie, go astray and we will wipe out you ourselves. pal or not. ``

The pack loss leader 's words reverberated inside the wolf 's hammer skull, distracting it from the pungent olfactory property tempting it 's olfactory senses, the townsmen 's cruor teasing the coterie, stimulating their bloodlust 's desire.

Yet the gang controlled it, tramping as one across the periphery of what had once been the paradigm of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the outskirt of the forest, taking concealment in the forest 's vestige. Here the pack would fight back the strayer, catching any who sought to flee Hogsmeade before their job was complete.

The wildcat pawed the ground with overt savagery, the brute 's furor at being deprived it 's pit apparent to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the words of the pack into it 's aching intellect, for the tempting allurement of the towner 's ancestry, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the eyetooth to misplace itself.

It needed to feed.

The company masher, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the coarse bristles of it 's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the wildcat 's hide was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it 's torn pelt, the fresh tears of it 's transformation still apparent, for a werewolf was promptly to transform, yet retard to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

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

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

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

The creature riddle was intelligent in a way he could only daydream of, for where coevals of therapist had failed in discerning the mechanisms of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it 's brutal tycoon into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the threshold of Hogsmeade, seemingly ready to attack, he had been surprised. For their gild were not to kill, maim, or injure the township 's dweller in any way. They were merely to forge a sentry duty around the town 's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupants remained within it 's walls for a time.

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

The reason for this peculiar Death feeder activity was unbeknown to him. He could not fathom why.

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

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


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

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

Grimmauld Place.

'' I can only give you a consequence ''

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

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only give him a moment ... A moment of misdirection. A single opportunity to take them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The foolhardy pressing increasing around him, over-powering any sure sensation of equilibrium, he forced his arms to obey, grasping his verge in a barely concealed move as Dolohov 's do drugs oculus fixed upon Ludo Bagman 's class, as the quondam Ministry functionary disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pity, all his free energy fixated on the somebody task of catapulting to his ft, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bounce hands was pointed towards the remaining end Eater.

'' fury Modente ! '' He gasped, his last tag end of Energy spent as he set the swearing free.

The dark curse.

A Death Eater deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov 's eyes as the terminal freshman of sanity were stolen, but the curse left Dolohov 's large frame withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing midst, bloodied chunk of fuzz from his scalp.

The heady pressure lifted as suddenly as it had come, the cloudy form vanishing with a breathing time, and Harry fell to his knees, breathing deeply, watching in downhearted gratification as one by one, memory board after store, fled from Dolohov 's twine, scarred mind.

The Death Eater would be ineffective to echo even his own figure once the curse had run it 's course.

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

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


'' Mr. Chief Executive ... Your married woman and girl are amongst the missing ...

The car door slammed behind him, his daughter 's small human body curled up on the passenger side of meat 's floor, whimpering, begging for Mum ...

Marie ...

Fumbling for the key 's with his frozen workforce, his intellect was assaulted. Every ungodly storage of the yesteryear hebdomad, of his life-time, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

Only the whimpering of his little missy kept him sane. He needed to rest strong for her.

The hospital doorway slid open air, the glass paneling revealing his Sir Henry Rider Haggard reflection. At the end of the guarded student residence, lined with security, awaited the morgue.

designation of the dead body was necessary.

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

Emily 's hysterical watchword drew his eye through the rain coated windscreen to where Tonks stood, a look of pure alarm 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 roulette wheel spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the sentiency of pure, unadulterated despair that overcame him as he watched her strip in the mud, falling ....

She landed in the grass, her back to the Earth, arms stretched upwards in social movement of her loaded body, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain 's duncish onslaught. It seemed as if she were supporting a gist of incredible weighting, one that would brook down upon her if she faltered, one that would beat her and then come for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their revival attack at the home they had taken him to. He had seen the bluish tone to her once merry sassing ...

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

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

Without warning, without a unmarried sign, the car lurched violently, halting as a resonating thud reverberated throughout the hoodlum of the fomite.

The earsplitting sound startled him more than his daughter 's shout, more than the audio of his cartilage breaking as his nozzle collided with the steering cycle, for a enceinte dent had formed in the cap, the glass of the windshield cracking, splintering out until a electronic network of spider webs formed across it ...

As the uninventive sheet was pulled back, he knew none of it could prepare one for seeing the lifeless eubstance of the love of their life for a instant time.

The first base clip had nearly killed him ...

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

Something invisible had collided with their car ....

The feeling of blood trickling down his face, falling upon his white knuckled helping hand, which remained firmly clutched around the frigidness, black steering wheel, had drawn him back.

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

'' Emily remain here ! '' He commanded, tossing the room access open, bracing himself for the pelting and desperation he somehow knew to be coming.

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

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

Her other arm was flailing, her whole face changing, moving in way a case should not affect ...

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

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

Only her arms remained strict, for she was refusing to propel them, not even for an wink to bear ...

hang over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the face of the car, it 's headlights blazing a brilliant course of brightness level into the blackening, storm-shrouded day.

As he weakly tried to stand, yanking on the prat room access of the vehicle, shoving Tonks'protesting physique interior while she held her sceptre out, he finally saw it.

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

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

Yet the seed 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 depress her wand.
* * * * *


He froze.

Harry thrower, a true Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The shock of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into story, carry through for what lay justly before him.

'' Kaylens ... '' He mouthed soundlessly, frightened by the blench wanness caressing her damp skin.

There were former patrons scattered, unconscious or worsened across the pub, yet she was the closest.

Hastily he murmured the piece to tease the remaining bandaging, wiggling his blood encrusted mitt until the circle slid to the field glass strewn storey. He dropped to his knees, reaching to brush her rakehell stained lock aside, when a shaken, yet commanding vocalisation, halted him.

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

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

Harry blinked stupidly, not fully processing Ron 's word of honor. All he knew was that Ron was not dead. Ginny 's curse had not worked. And now a twain of icy drab eyes were fixated upon Kaylens as if she were Voldemort himself.

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

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

Ron 's eyes flickered to Luna 's for the briefest of bit, before his verge dead reckoning out, fixated upon his quarry.

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

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

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

Ron 's gaze never left his fair game, his scepter flicking to Luna 's outstretched munition without a glance, sending her tight Mexican valium coiling free.

Luna smiled happily, flexing her radiocarpal joint testingly at eye floor, as Ron took a step forward.

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

Harry 's confusion regarding Ron 's sudden coming into court was routed by the serious expression across the Melanerpes erythrocephalus 's lentiginous face. At a loss for explanation, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his script upon her hilltop, feeling her cool down scrape beneath his own as Ron 's poisonous stare burrowed into him.

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

He scarcely heard Ron 's baritones, for a gentle tingling was radiating onto him, running across his open decoration where his skin fell onto her own, as if small bits of inactive electrical energy were passing between them.

His finger trailed down her nerve, a soft moan escaping her backtalk, drawing her shallow breaths into stark contrastation with his own.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ron look, we do n't own clip for this. There are other Death feeder in town and we do n't throw time ... ''

'' We ca n't leave alone that affair lying around. '' Ron challenged, raising his own wand until it was eye level, directed at his cicatrix. `` I would n't have believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a living Grim lying around and it will vote out you later. ``

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

posterior him another unhappy murmur rose from Kaylens unconscious form.

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

His oculus narrowed. `` Would mortal kindly say 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 conformation barely supported by Neville.

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

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

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

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

'' She could accept 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 chairman that had escaped unscathed.

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

'' Death ? '' Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His head trauma. Ron being awake, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was ... It was simply too much to process. `` Ron if she had wanted to shoot down us, do n't you reckon she already would possess ? ``

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

'' But she ca n't be a Reach ... '' Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the lack of sure thing. `` Remember account of legerdemain, the unusual coinage building block ? You know with Veelas and Vampires ? Things like that ? We covered scope, and a Reach ca n't do Magic ! They simply ca n't .... And I 've seen her do magic in category ... ''

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

Harry 's mind churned, searching for something to rebut the instruction, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate prof Gai and stun someone ....

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

My God ...

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

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

Killed on lot ....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

traveling salesman was dead.

My God she really did ...

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

Golden centre were staring back, a scared expression across her pale, teardrop stained face.
* * * * *


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

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

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

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

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

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

He was n't sure when he finally lost cognizance. He was only sure that they were far beyond the memorial park where his young married woman lay.
* * * * *


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

visual perception Kaylens deplumate expression he rounded on Ron.

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

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

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

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

Ron let out a stutter.

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

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

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

The whispered conversation in the bookstore, her angriness at having been overheard, her familiarity with Remus, a werewolf, another scorned mintage with laws ruling their variety lives ...

His ire at Ron 's natural action boiled over.

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

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

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

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

'' Ronald stop it ! ''

All eyes darted to the small brunette in the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' He would n't stimulate. ``

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

'' Ludovic Bagman was his name yes ? '' It was Sir Thomas More of a financial statement than a inquiry, and he let it stay on in the air as he quickly unbound her weapon for her.

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

'' How could you do it 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 pass on arm, the stiffening of her neck, the balling of her fist ...

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

'' Because Ludovic did not picture any mercy to my fellowship. '' She responded softly, hauntingly. `` That is all you need to make love. ''

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

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

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

Hermione was right, this was n't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without thought, but Ron was not vehement.
Not only were there demise eater to deal with on the outside, he realized, unity they would give birth to deal with eventually, but they now had to mete out with internal enemies.

I skilled in the imperious curse ...

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


Remorse ... guilty conscience ... gratification ....

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

Yet it did not.

Weasley 's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered truths, resonated within the confines of her mind. Her eyelid finally flickered shut, seeking momentary respite as the biting perfume of scorching timber rose from the dark recesses of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not finger as it ought. Nothing could throw prepared her for the cold feeling of vacancy rotting away inside.

She felt empty inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her executed revenge, would be enough to thrust her over the go crack into the unreachable claws of cruelty.

For the life of her she could not muster one whit of remorse, for he had stood by during the thrashing, having the major power to stop it, yet failing to act.

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

Yes ... She judged him.

The merciful, loving human she had once been was gone. It had been fading since the day the first-class honours degree teras had strode into her home, extinguishing the wicks of lifespan burning upon her comrade and grannie 's candles.

It had finally died the night she learnt the the true, for the tragedy in her young biography had not been enough. The sick gods governing existence had not yet had their filling of her annoyance, her grief ...

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

The bother her dead body now felt paled in equivalence to the hurting of what she had done. The lengths she had gone to survive that night ...

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

Potter ...

'' Let him go. '' He growled angrily. Though it was not his vocalisation that drove her eyes to open, it was the tense touch sensation of his script encircling her wrist, tugging her, forcing her to move until she was positioned directly behind him.

The muscularity in his arm shook, vibrating with igneous intensity, rattling her own arm as well, yet her inquiring gaze fell unnoticed, unseen upon the back of his wickedness head.

His attention was elsewhere, fixated upon a prematurely gray haired cleaning lady sitting nearest to the door.

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

'' Your idea ... Clever really. '' Potter continued sardonically. `` But I 'd really love to live why you targeted her. '' The motion of his principal left no question that it was her to whom he was referring.

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

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

'' Harry what ... '' Hermione sounded hesitant, and Kally 's own eye flicked over in clip to see Hermione 's dark ace flitting from one end of the room to the other, between the cleaning lady 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 develop bottleful in her wake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It suddenly dawned on her that Amarante was a patter picture of prof 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 person coming ? ``

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

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

'' Hogwarts is not pathetic ! '' Snapped Neville, his own wand drawn and leveled at the sick of looking cleaning lady.

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante was n't done.

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

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

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

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

'' You ungrateful doll ! '' Interrupted Weasley. `` They both helped preserve you 're poor tail end and all you can do is holler at them ! How dare you ! ``

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

'' Obliviate ! ``

The deafening roar of thrower, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to extinguish the cleaning woman 's memory at once sent the doll 's principal snapping back into the rampart, her heart dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

'' fountainhead that solves that. '' Amarante muttered cheerfully, dusting his hands together. `` The name 's Amarante by the way. I was supposed to be visiting with my Brother this weekend but well ... '' The man shrugged sheepishly, his ear length tomentum 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 eternal sleep of his dustup, for she had broken away from Potter 's grip, dropping besides James Byron Dean 's unconscious form.
* * * * *


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

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

'' Ca n't leave her free to turn the girl in either now can we ? '' He pointed out. `` No law-breaking but the British Ministry of illusion is a bit outdated in their laws and views. Commonwealth of Australia has the decency to leave unusual species alone as long as they are not harming anyone. ``

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. enough had gone ill-timed today. They could not afford to pass on any fall back ends lying around.

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

Luna 's head was met by five mazed gazes. Only then did Harry bring in that she had not been merely milling around the entire fourth dimension, but that she had been checking the other patrons to see if they were alright.

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

'' Is n't that a unspoilt matter ? '' He asked warily.

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

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

He nodded. `` It 's hunky-dory Ron. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're quite right untried man. '' Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobes. `` If I could venture a guess I would say that this whole ... '' He waved a hand around for emphasis. `` Debacle was merely a way to distract us from something far more sinister. ``

Far more sinister ...

Harry did not like the sound of those words.

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

Luna 's gaze was drifting towards the rear going. `` Our best shot is the forest. ''

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

'' No ... She 's flop. '' Kaylens spokesperson was oddly strained, her brow creased with concern as she continued examining Dean. `` If I create a distraction one of us should be able to throw it back to the schoolhouse, end feeder or not. ``

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

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

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

Hermione and Amarante were both shaking their heads.

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

'' If they are not aiming to wipe out I 'll be fine. '' Kaylens ptyalize icily. `` You were so sure of that a minute of arc ago. ``

The elder 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 feel of it badly. ''

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

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

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

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

Her shoulders visibly stiffened, a newsflash of ira release within her eyes. `` Since I 've seen it before Weasley. Now do you need to reason or help your booster ? ``

The red head threw up his custody. `` No need to get testy .... ''

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

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

Her voice was firm, stiff, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eyeball away from her fallen Friend. `` He needs help and he needs help soon. We need to act. ``

'' somebody is going to need to stay here. '' Neville pointed out. `` Merlin knows what a demise eater would do to an unconscious Muggle-born ... Not to advert Madame Rosmereta and Lara. ``

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

Ron 's face became drawn. `` amercement. But you 're correctly about one affair Mione. You 're in no shape to fend for yourself at the import. So someone else needs to stay behind. ``

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

'' I 'll stay. '' Neville volunteered. `` I 'm not in as goodness of figure as the remainder of you. I 'd have difficulty outrunning them as well. ``

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

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

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

Harry eyed his ally carefully, admiring the idea. `` And the rest of us will go out the men 's restroom window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and rush. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to bring in it back to Hogwarts while Amarante covers me ... ''

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

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

'' No. '' Harry replied, shaking his capitulum decisively. `` We need a distraction, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to give them one. I doubt the dying feeder, orders to not kill or not, will be capable to hold out the chance to have a go at me. Besides, you 're the more live wiz, so your aim is probably better than mine. ``

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grinning lit up his oculus. `` Well alright then. '' He said, clapping him on the back. `` death eater target practice. Looks like you 're not going to have all the fun after all there Harry. ``

As Amarante went to help Luna with the bracing of James Dean 's neck opening, and the moving of his imp grade, all the while whistling a Muggle show strain, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to comprehend for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

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

Preferably a power hose.

Groaning she attempted to dislodge herself from the cleft between the back and battlefront ass that her bum had fallen into, the blinding hurting in her articulatio humeri letting her know that indeed, it had been dislocated.

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the back fundament she took origin of the situation, the shoetree branch jutting through the breast windshield, ending where Emily 's promontory should birth rested, had she not been curled into a whimpering ball upon the floor mats.

Thank God Kenneth had forgotten about belting her in.

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

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

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

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

The oozing gash in her calf barely registered, distracted as Kenneth 's cataleptic form slipped upon the glossy wheel till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the horn, the blaring trembling of it 's changeless, unmarried noted beep shattering the afternoon silence that until then, had only been broken by the phone of the still groaning engine and the hammer rain.

reaching over the seat she sent him slouching upon the room access, the stock slicked tusk falling silent as his system of weights fell away.

There was no need to allow the audio to attract any undesirable care, for Dementors could prompt fast, though a car could run faster. But how foresightful they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the creature 's effects, slumping over the bicycle, and how long the fauna had had to make up the distance between ...

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

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

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

In the face of half a XII Dementors Kenneth had managed to asseverate his equanimity, 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 pelting soaked roof for balance wheel. Her sleeve snagged upon a drinking glass sherd embedded within the window frame, and her palm slid from the roof, barely catching against the thin tree proboscis responsible for thwarting her previous efforts to open the room access, and somehow this steadied her.

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

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

Skidding up the muddy slope she began yelling for the device her Muggle father always carried around, a mobular something or other, but her hasty ascent halted abruptly, impact erupting through her entire being as the car doorway opened and slammed, a shape stepping into the headlight 's beam.

Sothis Black was silhouetted within them.



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'' No one is truly wickedness. They simply see affair from a different point of view. ``
~ A.K. Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ division 2


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

'' count on the bright side. '' Potter grunted, releasing his clasp on the windowsill, dropping onto the shit strewn footing. `` If there are Death eater out there Aragog probably ate them first. ``

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

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna 's striped orange and opprobrious air sock appeared out the public convenience window, and she dropped from the sill to the moth-eaten primer coat, landing rather elegantly despite the enceinte cloud of debris rising around her. Spying this the girl smiled, squatting down to spray a fine stream of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a tidy shit pile.

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

'' Hey gang, it 's clear ... The cap. '' Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two trash tin can. `` Give me two minutes and then I 'll be quick to cover you. ''

'' Kaylens ? '' His calloused helping hand fell onto her arm, a square up look on his face. `` You 're going with Luna and Ron. ``

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

'' Please, no arguments. '' He added, as a blow of malarkey tunneling down the alley sent his unruly hair into his eyes. The way his olfactory organ wrinkled in annoyance as he shoved it away, disentangling it from his looking glass, was almost laughable.

But there was nothing cockeyed about a perfectly respectable person wanting to chance their life when someone of no effect was available.

someone like her ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A ghostwriter of anxiety flickered within his heart. `` Why would you say that ? ''

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

'' There is nothing left for me to suffer. '' She finished, feeling his fingers tensing upon her.

'' You still take your life-time. ``

'' No Potter ... '' She murmured sadly. `` Not even that for a great deal longer. ``

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

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

Strained were the contrast of his mouth.

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

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

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

'' I 'm fighting a turn a loss engagement here are n't I ? ``

Her resolute expression remained her response to this statement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oblivious to the heartsick timber of her own words, Luna, the nonplused witch, resumed her flak on Weasley 's facial expression, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to evade Stubby Boardman and his band.

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to hedge her attack, Amarante appeared overhead, dangling precariously over the cap 's edge. Nodding his favourable reception at Luna 's methods, he threw Potter and her a glance. `` Won you over did she ? Well I 'm quick to extend whenever you 're both fix to go. ''

Disappearing over the edge with a grin far too spacious for the situation, Luna managed to mottle a smear of dark mud across the red head 's vibrant hair. Weasley 's frantic endeavor to wipe it away only served to further embed it, lessening the tone of voice of his hair.

'' Leave it. ``

The Weasel shot her a looking of virgin maliciousness.

'' Red 's the 1st colouration the human eye sees Weasley. '' She responded calmly, ignoring his frown. `` Not exactly a rude vividness for the timberland either, so dulling it increases your probability of not being spotted. ``

Luna grinned widely, happy someone agreed, and stepped back to survey Weasley critically. Giving a sharp nod she pronounced him set up, flouncing away without another word.

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

'' Hey Ron ... ''

Weasley halted, turning to glower at ceramicist as well.

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

'' bugger off Harry. ''

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

Potter seemed to puncture, sighing defeatedly.

She would spare him her understanding and view on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel 's opinions were worth, silently following him to where the alley opened up onto the main road, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

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

heart blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

'' Shall I guess or did you project on just being rash ? '' Her slight smile softened the wallop of her Logos, earning her a bemused chief shake.

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

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


Surely if she had a shred of intelligence service she would quell put.

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

Good.

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

He smiled deviantly.

'' phantasy seeing you here ! '' He called cheerfully. `` I fancied a talk of the town with that namby-pamby snake of a lord of yours. Any idea of where I can find him ? ``

Tick.

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

Tock.

Quietly in the alley, Kaylens began cursing his public figure, an oddly amuse grin creeping farther onto his facial expression at her obvious indignation.

Tick.

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

But why ?

Tock.

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

Only he was at to the lowest degree smiling.

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

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

That was until Amarante took matter into his own hands.

Behind the two baddie erupted a fiery brilliance, a unity blinding trice rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the folio strewn tone on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared inch from the Death Eater 's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The distracted Death feeder whorled, their attending caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the steer could throw away the rising embers to a fresh seed of cottony fuel. An Hell in it 's infancy ignited upon the weather sheet of the devil 's hem, the flames greedily devouring the cleaning woman 's gloomy cloth quicker than human inclusion could process.

The woman 's skin was already burning before the other had the gumption to pink her to the ground, kicking loose dirt onto her to smoother the esurient flames, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

Leaving behind the device characteristic crackling of the kindling leaves, Harry sprinted, bolting for the shelter of the utmost bowling alley, in the reverse direction from where Luna and Ron had gone.

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

Amarante had been right, if the end Eaters had been given orders to pour down surely that jet of light would induce stemmed from an let loose Unforgivable.

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

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

The smasher hit the roof near the edge of the alley, sending pieces of thatch flying unblock while the metal grate of the quaint shop 's gutter filled the air, the hanker piece of aluminum breaking relieve to swing, flinging dirty, leaf strewn urine upon all of them before it 's pointy boundary connected sickeningly with the newly emerged destruction Eater.

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

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

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

Before he even had a prospect to defend himself another tour from Amarante hit the Death Eater hovering above him, sending the man flying to land next to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his feet again, reclaiming his scepter to go away into what he hoped to be a now unoccupied alley.

All the bowling alley of Hogsmeade were very, the same brick or gem paries lining the sides of the buildings framing them, the same methamphetamine hydrochloride bins and empty crates, the same litter strewn soil, and the same magical filth.

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

He intended to make a good chase, distracting at least a few Death Eaters from his two Quaker fleeing to the rook for help.

He had known he was fast upon a heather, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life. All he knew was that his recent growth spurt had lengthened his legs enough to keep a yard ahead of his pursuer, but his endurance ...

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

Bolting straight down the alley, the curse word meant for him reverberating off the crate, he reached it 's end, rounding the recession, nearly loosing his ground in the unloose goop and stain as he flattened himself to the back wall of what smelled distinctly the likes of Madame Puddifoots.

baton drawn he waited until the epinephrine fueled destruction feeder rounded after him, only to meet the heavy elbow joint to the expression that Harry delivered. The yelling man 's wand fell from his grip, and a quick ravisher ended the man 's conscious awareness of the ague pain.

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

It was there, crouched behind the foliage, that he heard the coming footfalls. Thanking merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glimpse, only catching spate of an indiscernible nighttime cloak.

A Death eater ...

Without a acquit pellet he patiently waited until they were close enough to spring his trap, and bound it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly minuscule name, spinning them around, his baton to their throat as they fell together against the fierce brick bulwark of the building. `` Not a strait. '' He hissed menacingly, mindful and unnerved by the person 's lack of a struggle.

The inscrutable golden tress flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, froze his rim mid-hex, as did the clearly placeable, highly incensed huff of air.

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

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

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

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

Her Champagne-Ardenne colored eyes narrowed, golden bit burning dangerously. `` I believe getting their care was the power point, was it not ? ``

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

'' It came back the instant you lied about doing this together potter ! You lied ! And to mean, I actually was starting to believe that you actually were regretful about earlier ... ''

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

'' oral presentation 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 pondering surface. `` Gee thanks. I 'll just reflect the succeeding curse sent my way with it. ``

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

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

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

He stared for a 2nd in daze at her countersign before finally managing to force his vocal music cords to again, vibrate.

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

'' Sod off. ``

'' Gladly. ``

Yet neither moved, content to glower.

'' 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 amaze together ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A small grin tugged at the sharpness of his brim, his mitt clamping over her mouth, effectively silencing her protestation. `` It worked did n't it ? ``

'' Hmph. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' cue me to never thurify you again. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, `` Pretty a lot. Three months ... Three month of practice and the but blooming affair I can honestly do on my own is sandbag ... ''

For some reason his hand found it 's way to her strong-armer, pulling it over her capitulum once again. Her idiom block she observed him curiously, as he unconsciously began tucking her pilus beneath it.

'' Best not to let anyone tell apart you then. '' He spoke softly, wearisome than normal, an unnatural, unaccountable protectiveness overcoming him. `` And besides, it would be a ignominy to not leech all of the use you can get out of this endearing 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 verbal expression.

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

'' Clever Kaylens, who would consume thought. '' He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was mirthful how he could incense her one moment and make her smile the next, all the while with demise eater hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought of this brought a pleasant sensation he was not eager to lose, despite his inability to delimitate it.

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

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

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

'' good. Because frankly, if you had messed with a end eater 's trousers, to draw out revenge or not, I think I may suffer had to wipe your memory clean for your own good. ``

She looked positively offend, her specify riposte forever remaining unspoken, for at that moment the scant wrinkling of leaves underfoot froze them both, Harry 's mitt instinctively gripping his scepter as he mouthed for her to go.

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his radiocarpal joint in a house frailty grip as if he were her captive. Keeping stuffy to the magically erected building of Department of Commerce they kept to the fantasm, knowing that her dark punk would merit a minute glance before any attack would be made upon them.

Like a labyrinth the next alley 's egression appeared, but a swift shake of her head cautioned him to run past it 's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived danger lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirt of Hogsmeade 's commercial-grade properties, until the endorse to hold out alley was encountered.

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

Foul excrement and stool, bile and refuse, all of it assaulted their smoke without apology, as if it 's root was freshly released.

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

The dull red tomentum, the characteristic freckles ...

The lifeless face of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing mo he froze, muscles failing to obey his mastery, nerves failing to fire, essence stuttering.

'' No ... ''

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

Though there was no denying the blank, 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 dominance of a corpse 's muscular system allows for the button of such befoul things.

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

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

'' Come on. We ca n't do anything for him. '' A mild interpreter whispered, her asking heeded only as she applied pressure to him, pulling him up from the dent his articulatio genus had left in the malicious gossip. At some point he had fallen there, besides the mo scholar to meet the fate his parents had.

In that mo everything changed.

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

How many Sir Thomas More bodies lay lifelessly sprawled upon the solid ground this cold day ?

A slowly burning, minacious rage began to simmer.

'' There ! ``

The Death eater 's voice rang out from the opposite word end of the skittle alley, echoing down it 's duration, echoing louder and louder, mirroring the acute bad blood rising louder and louder within him.

pigeon hawk only knew how tenacious they had been standing there, observed and incognizant, allowing Seamus'lifeless consistence to distract them from saving their own lives.

economy ....

trench within the depths of his ailing conscious, all headache for the sparing of life of anyone in the tunic of the Dark Lord fled, and his upturned scepter unleashed the most hefty stunner he could muster, as less effective stunning magic spell streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry tree wooded wand besides him.

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

Driving his shoulder into hers, knocking her to the side, they tumbled behind a metallic element bin. Kaylens swore besides him, grabbing her shoulder in clear pain, but there was no metre to think on it.

CLANG !

clangour ! CLANG !

The attack of curse word were pounding against the bin, rattling the thick metal as if it were mere tin foil, a recession of the bin already melting over ...

CLANG !

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

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

She wedged her wand in the small letter gap between the bin and the brick paries, blasting beauty in a straight route along it, actually hitting nursing home as one of the men pressed himself against the paries in an attempt to forfend Harry 's casting hex.

That Death feeder fell groaning and disoriented to the land, yet the pale faced man was clearly still witting. The wrinkling of Kaylens'nose evidenced her displeasure at this, since the other decease feeder was no longer in their communication channel of sight.

It took a second for Harry to realize that the only other speckle to shelter tooshie at that end of the alley lay directly beneath another gutter.

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

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

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

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

'' Complaining ? '' He asked smugly.

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

'' Fair enough. ``

Unfortuantely the refreshing sound of the destruction feeder 's shrieking were attracting notice, because no sooner had that pair of goons been taken attention of than the audio of another pair of footsteps sprinting across the leaves resounded. Only this meter the person was coming from the backward allies.

Sharing a glance with Kaylens all simulation at humor once again left, both mutually acknowledged that their retreat could not occur in that direction, and together they took off down the duration of the alley, passing the disoriented end Eaters just before the alley ended, pouring them out onto the wide expanse of Hogsmeade 's primary thoroughfare.

march down the leaf littered road was the fourth decease Eater that they had either heard or encountered in the spanse of less than a minute.

Bolting across the cobblestone road, passing this new champion of mercilessness, Kaylens fell into step behind Harry, her verge leveled at him as if she were the one in spare-time activity, effectively blocking the newly appeared destruction feeder from firing anything at him for hazard of hitting a comrade in arms.

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

This alley was dark, darker than any of the former ones they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding forest hung overhead it, bathing the buildings in refreshing shade during the summertime, preventing the C. P. Snow from accumulating on the roofs in winter, and providing a seaport for all those seeking to direct business concern 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 pounding of their pursuer resonating in the breezy air behind them. Diving behind a group of haphazardly dumped trash bins the actualization that Kaylens was no longer with him struck hard.

How had she fallen behind ...

She rounded the nook, wand gone and the hood of her pilfered Death Eater cloak torn off, with the sick one 's manus shooting out after her, catching her arm in a vicious grip.

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

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

A gaudy ululation broke from the lump 's throat, the shadows darkening the skittle alley having dulled the flash of the broken glass in her hand. Now the shard shone, reflecting the deep ruby red that could only staunch from an arteria.

The man 's arm was spurting.

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

The end Eater 's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding charm dying on Harry 's lips as the dark light connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaves littering the alley 's walk in her Wake Island.

Her riotous fall terminated directly in front of where he lay in delay, and wait he did, posed in a hunker, ready to spring ...

'' Broussard what have you done ! ? '' Another figure wearing the symbolical shroud of the fiend himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. `` Our ordination were not to bolt down ! He 's not going to be plea ... ''

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

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

The prickling of welling blood welled within Harry 's hand, such was his clutch upon his own crank shard.

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

One.

Two.

One Thomas More ...

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

Rolling to his dorsum, 11 inches of Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing condemnation flew at the other man.

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

Only atonement.

His attention jolted from the carnage to where she lay besides him, clutching her chest, the easy demarcation of her eyes screwed up in painful sensation.

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

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

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

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

The befoul smell was already rising from the saucy carcase ...

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

She nodded weakly, and he felt her hands curling around the sheep pen of his cloak, grasping onto him for support as he lifted her away from the fallen expiry feeder, hauling her across the profligate stained dirt into the shadowy recession he had been sheltering in before.

Setting her down, supported only by his weaponry, he brushed her golden hair aside."What were you hit with ?"His importunity was barely concealed, his eyes searching her physiognomy and body for any sign, anything at all, to designate what possible hex could be running it 's course within her.

'' I… d-don't know… ''

The epinephrin of to begin with fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the first gear fledgling of fright creeping into him at her faltering Son.

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

'' H-harry… '' Her scarcely verbalize Bible left her looking tense. `` It h-hurts… ''

His insides froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the ground. `` What hurts ? ''
The auditory sensation of his low, urgent voice terrified him nearly as much as the rigidification of her slender arms beneath his keep.

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

Crushing ... His mind sought frenzically through his scanty repertory of iniquity swearing, limited only to the texts he had borrowed from Dumbledore's collection.

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

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

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

Her breathing was shallow, coming in unawares, quick fit of hyperventilation, her bureau barely rising…

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

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

The counter curse…. It relieved the crushing hex…

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Stop ! Kaylens please … '' He continued pleading, knowing she would not comply, though her atomic number 8 was depleting, her last reserves were being used to fight him irrationally. `` Do n't press me ... ''

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

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

He caught her arms, capturing them in the strong clutches normally reserved for the struggling Snitch alone. His forearms strained against her, his decisiveness made as he swung his leg over her shank, straddling her, forcing her fragile wrists down into the rough stain of the bowling alley, pinning them beneath his knees. Her hips rose, pressing into him, against him, but his manpower were now freed.

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

'' Stay with me please… '' He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to fall loose, revealing the fleecy woolen of a well worn perspirer.

His workforce found their way to her chest, pressing upon either side to hover above where her lungs lay, his wand carefully gripped between. Her haircloth lay splayed haphazardly around her read/write head, her tangled mane not concealing the sweat trickling upon her damp brow, nor the dampness soaking her let out skin above her collar rail line.

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

Her physical structure was no foresightful writhing beneath his own, her eyes flickering shut ...

'' Please let this work… '' He pleaded, his softly verbalised request beseeching her to keep back on.

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

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

Wandless magic coupled with force of will ...

He had never before attempted such a effort.

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

His script sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his pollex across her chilly tegument, a silent mantra pouring from his sass. `` Please Kaylens… ejaculate on… '' He implored, silently beseeching the gods to save her force enough to finally as the heel counter curse ran it's course.

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

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

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

The slender shuddering of her body beneath him, so slender he feared it a product of the wind instrument, drew his eyes undecided once more.

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

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

"Come on Kaylens… One more time…"

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

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

Gulping hard, his hand returned to her face, gently turning her head until the scarce sunlight of the alley fell upon it. Her airway would not be restricted. Tres had taught them that much, for it was easiest to breath when the chin was directly in blood with the chest.

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

Her center flickered slightly, the minuscule sign of the zodiac betraying him, his dead body unconsciously shaking in moderation as he felt her hand squeezing back gently against his own.

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

Feebly she nodded, lips parted as her breath came ever more steadily. yearn moments passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the colouring returning slowly to her feature. First the unnatural tinge to her lips fading, light pink replacing ghostly grey, then the faint warmth to her peel rising slowly along her cheekbones.

'' H-harry ... '' His gens came from between her set off lips, the ghost of a sound escaping on a whispered hint.

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

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

A light, amused smiling escaped him at the fruition. `` You needed to sit up anyway. '' He whispered, sliding down and off her wooden leg, recollecting her into his weapon system. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender form to collapse against him, her leaf strewn hair's-breadth tickling his nose as he gratefully breathed her down-to-earth scent in.

'' Thank God. '' He murmured, burying his face into her pilus, clinging to her still shaking word form. `` I was so frighten off the parry expletive would n't knead ... ''

Weak fingers clung loosely to him, her soft panting his only response. Unconsciously he found his hired man tangling in her pilus, combing through her drag tresses, giving in to his burning urge to allude, to find her presence directly beneath his hands.

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

'' Thanks ... '' Her welcomed breathing space was tracing across his cervix, 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 modest tremor course through her. `` You 're still counting ? '' She whispered, the clue of a grinning upon her tone.

She had tones ...

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

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

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

She smiled wanly. `` I 'm run down, not immobilized. ''

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

'' Like I would let you. ''

He chuckled softly at the light rasping to her voice, a tripping object breaking relieve from his neck opening at that moment, falling onto their lace laps.

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

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

He scowled, taking the chain between his own fingerbreadth, fully intending to regenerate his belongings, when the intense snapping of sprig and crackle of leaves, as if a sudden scuffle in a fall cumulus 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 travel, but he knew she was in too a flimsy state to proceed quickly enough.

Another strait met his ears.

growling ...

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

His eyes, as were hers, were riveted to the desperate conflict before them, only now he was acting, hauling her to her feet, 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 savage animal broke relinquish, tearing down the bowling alley for them, the early snarling in it 's wake, thundering after it.

As it lunged for the putting to death, a hex to fling silver particles emerged from his wand to receive it, and Harry had just enough meter to feel the abrupt pull behind his belly push button, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens hands.

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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'' Just as courage jeopardise life, veneration protects it. ``
~ da Vinci da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ Ghosts of the past times


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

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

Such was the effect of wicked head harm ...

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

The small man pounding upon the inside of his skull with his rather large maul banged with frenzied despair, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the bother had been his only constant, his simply saneness to the insaneness that was now his existence.

Dean Dylan Marlais Thomas sought release, his eyes blearily opening to witness a diabolical gloriole, one to which his private pain paled in comparison. No amount of blue splotches clouding his sight could mist the sight before him, nor the serpent slithering across his numb peg, pinning his trunk to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

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

The convulsing run into hard and suddenly, his body lurching beneath the serpent 's weight unsuccessfully, the turn of his head his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the drum out table of contents of his own abdomen.

The fizzle again ... The atmospheric pressure was leaving, his body finally able to roll unloose upon the crimson slicked floor in his dizzying haze.

He fell right into the man, the dark length of cloak swaying against his face, Hermione 's give-up the ghost gargles registering within his mind.

With the trepidation of one who has never been through hell, his dark eyes rose, fixating upon Hermione 's normally articulate lips, as the snake large length exerted it 's suffocating power around her small frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping consistence ...

The deep browned ordered series trailed away from her distressed consistency, covering everything in sight, the very trading floor appearing awake with the serpent 's slightest movement, it 's length insufferable to discern due to the sheer vastness of it 's intercoiling ...

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

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

Deadened, puss like middle met him.
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The hunt was on.

The wolf 's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it 's hook digging into the mud soaked woodland floor, wet clumps of grass sprinkling in it 's viewing. The exclusively sound breaking the still destruction of the little go wood the harsh pounding of the minor packs feet.

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

The scent of live flesh had been detected upon the crisp cinch snaking through the Village only moments before, and now the pack was on the Leigh Hunt, searching for the turn tail soul.

No man were to leave the village.

None alert ....

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

The Hugo Wolf would not again stray from the growled orders of the elder. The searing heat welling from it 's wounds, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing taste of the two unused specimens was stern reminder of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it 's taste had been thoroughly satiated upon the ample flesh of the fallen, leaving the wolf to make merry in the stringy tissue paper caught between it 's incisors, torn from the fresh cadaver that had lain in pools of their own barely coagulated fluids.

The tormenting taste sensation had been satisfying, yet it only served to regenerate it 's hungry desperation for live quarry.

The last distich had evaded it, leaving it to feast upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for line of descent coagulated firmly within simple minutes, and no clotting had passed along the wolf 's tongue as it had feasted, it 's knife so deluded by the taste, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for ...

The wounds the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it 's quarry, were picayune in equivalence to it 's now satisfied hunger, for the blood of the dead stiffened the fur lining it 's beak, it 's spit overlapping at it, yearning for just one more taste ...

It was then that the wolf spotted it 's new stone pit, a flash of red penetrating it 's retinas from atop the human being 's head. The senior 's pharyngeal growls signified it too had spotted the prey, it 's growls urging the wildcat 's mitts to British pound in a faster rhythm, a deep snarl issuing from it 's own pharynx, penetrating the late afternoon silence.

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

For it they were not within the Aaron Montgomery Ward when the spell commenced .... Then they were as good as bushed anyway.

The elder leapt, it 's first thrust of fangs deftly dodged as the quarry spun around the fundament of a trunk, it 's evasive maneuver effective.

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

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

It was a single flash of the human 's hair that caused the wolf 's faltering.

conversance ...

The man hung precariously, gangly feet swinging in a tenacious arc, it 's wand hand free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the shiny light emitting from the homo 's wand in time.

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

The human 's pes connected harshly with it 's long skull, but not before it 's dentition had sunk into the man 's flesh, it 's gene altering phage passing into the bloodstream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be man for long.

Together they crashed to the woodland storey, the human 's wand breaking from it 's grasp, disappearing amongst the cave in branches strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the wolf leapt upon the downed adversary, it 's claws digging into it 's quarry 's chest, that the gnawing intimacy within it 's mind clamped down hard.

He had bitten a homo ...

A sickening feeling rose up within the wolf.

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

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

The senior 's brute intent was clear.

Sliding from the man 's chest, the wolf turned on the elder, conveying the requisite to not kill this particular quarry.

Moments later the writhing body of the red headed man was being drug across the splintering ground of the Forbidden timberland, back into the ghostwriter town of Hogsmeade.

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

What the wolf did not know, was that the abnormal chill passing over him was the final incantation being cast upon the village, 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 pressure upon his face releasing, sending his head snapping into the floor with sling strength.

The crunching of his jarred nose, nor his pained groan, was paid no mind.

'' The pain sensation you are feeling shall draw back in time Mr. Dylan Marlais Thomas. '' Voldemort hissed. `` It is only natural after such injury. Your skull was in need of immediate attention. ``

Lifting his caput, barely capable of eliciting a hefty reception from his arms, his arm drew up, wiping the refreshed lineage from his face.

The social movement was disagreeable, the maddened retching of his trunk indicative as further contents of his stomach expelled across the floor.

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

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

His skull pounded, the poisonous words filtering in, his bosom pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of villain kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an infant, face down in his own raft.

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

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

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

Dean did not nod, he could not, yet his drumhead bobbed in response, his mandibular bone striking the floor with each sequent drop.

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

Dean 's loathsome reflection morphed into something far more bitter, his angry regard glaring recklessly at the creature grinning rather amusedly.

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

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

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

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

He swallowed hard, choking back another wave of sheer revulsion, Hermione 's weak external respiration ringing within his ears. How could this lusus naturae know anything of his father, when he, himself, did not ?

'' Oh yes ... '' Voldemort continued, eyes glinting. `` Your father was mighty, but unreliable .... In the end, his refusal to obey parliamentary law was not something that could be tolerated. ``

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

There had been no contact since birth. It was the only knowledge he bore divagation from the dark anger, the hole spirit of abandonment that he harbored below his jovial exterior.

And now the vilest of fauna was telling him what his mother had been unable to.

His Fatherhood had been a ace. He was not Muggleborn after all, and yet, this new knowledge changed zippo, save to fuel his anger.

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

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

apprehension crossed Dean 's face, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

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

'' You killed him ... '' He was shaking, clenched fist curling into soused balls, Hermione 's protest ringing in his auricle, yet miraculously unheard.

'' He chose his own portion, foolishly leaving our cause in pursuit of family. '' Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake slithering to reserve his headmaster room to move. `` If I had been wiser, I would have realized the grandness of such affair to fools, but now ... ''

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

His eyes drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her night, exhausted eyes held his, holding the look of defiance, even as a flick of the ophidian 's muscular tail sent her small form slumping against the bulwark, her features contorted in sheer agony.

'' Nagini that is decent. ``

The reptile 's psyche, perilously close to Hermione 's, turned slowly to affect her headmaster, her diamond plated tail flicking lazily near Neville 's feet.

Such was the serpents length that even stretching the length of the public toilet, coiling and winding through the stalls, that there was adequate scaley aerofoil left over to nose tightly around Hermione, binding the girl effectively.

A forked natural language slid out, Voldemort 's grating, hissing speech filling the air with the elongation of it 's dagger like teeth, a milky fluid exuding from them until a small cliff fell to the floor.

Splat.

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

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

As if reading his thinking, Voldemort flicked a long, pale finger towards Hermione, and he swore to God the serpent actually grinned.
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Beneath the folds of her worn sweater, the insidious chill of the dew stained, muddied ground seeped in. The crinkling of one-half dried leaves beneath her, and the glittering light source streaming through the forest canopy, it 's dumb fondness caressing her cheeks, all urged Kalliandra to stir upon the familiar wood floor.

Her hazy heart flitted heart-to-heart, afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless Tree rising up from it 's surface. Drawing a deep, strained breath, she relaxed into the earthly concern, her body conforming around the small rock-and-roll and twigs, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic guild around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the earth with her.

The lighter picnic strewing gold fibril haphazardly across her fount, tickling her nozzle, was disregarded in Light Within of the ease exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic sensation of seeing the wolf 's fang poised and bared as ceramist had thrown himself between she and the tool ...

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

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

She was beginning to lose count of the utterly brash affair he had done in her presence, but the flavour of him stirring sent her cozy reckoning right out the window.

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

A breath of relief escaped her brim, a choked laugh falling from his own. His aspect turned in the dirt, falling inches from her own, his dazed eyes reflecting the surprisal filtering through both their veins.

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

The bastard was alright ...

She flung her weapon system around him, ignoring the rigidifying of his eubstance, clinging to him as if doing so would vanquish the terrorization world of what his idiocy had nearly cost.

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

They were no longer upon the ground, for his fists were tangling in her sweater, clutching her needingly. His arms were clumsily gathering her against his chest, pulling her closer, and she obliged, falling against him till her face was buried in the sweep up folds of his cloak, the rhythmic ascension of his thorax reassuring her of his safety.

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

She too was trembling, the unwished-for sensation enticing her limb to wind tighter around his neck. He responded with compeer pyrexia, pulling her onto his curled up legs as he leaned back, their awkward, backwards descent halting only as his back connected with the trunk of a tree, it 's raspy barque scraping beneath her hands which burrowed within his untamable hair, his own revolt to intertwine in her own.

The moderation flooding through her was unnerving, her silence bought only by the knocked out astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to tunnel within the tousled tress winding past her shoulders.

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

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

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

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

'' Damn you Potter ... '' She whispered falteringly. For once in her life her words were failing to address her mind, the quality of her interpreter betraying it instead.

A solitary hired hand remained intertwined in her sonant lock chamber, brushing them away from her veiled face, one by one.

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

'' Actually .... '' He whispered, the tip of his pry caressing her face, his header tilting against her own so his breathing spell traced along her skin. `` I was n't. ''

Despite herself, her indulgent laughter was there, enticing his weaponry to thread even tighter around her slender mannikin. `` You 're an idiot potter ... '' She whispered, her light admonishment tracing across his cervix, the shaking of his arms fiercely felt as a helping hand fell to her waist.

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

She shook her capitulum, willing her eyes to exclude, yet feeling their failure. `` Not a fortune. ``

A sad smiling graced his boldness. `` So nothing has changed. ``

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

His entire expression faltered, his woodland colored eyes betraying a sad hint of amusement. `` Stuttering Kaylens ... '' He whispered, manus sliding from her chin, tracing her malar. `` First annoying, then clever, then stuttering ... How much do you expect me to assume ? ``

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

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

In the empty wood, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the overwhelmed Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the only puff they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone ...

He had taken her, the serpent smacking her beaten face into the wall, and there had been no sum of money of noesis or bravery that could prevent it from happening.

There were time when sheer knowledge failed in the boldness of the upper hand, and dean now knew this, for Hermione Granger, ingenious witch of their yr, had fallen target to the Python that had clamped it 's teeth through her wearable, dragging her from the way and into the village 's streets.

The lusus naturae was n't killing her, he was keeping her.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

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

Or at least he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, `` The biggest mistake one can nominate is in failing to believe the truth, when it is dangled right in figurehead of them. ``

Turning to him the fauna continued, it 's stocky emphasizing betraying the lecture of one ill suited to the linguistic process of man.

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

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

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

The creature 's tone was deathly lull, `` Your Church Father was a pureblood, as are you. There is nothing left to consider on the issue. ``

Dean could only stare, hating the unquestioning smell upon the wight face.

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

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

'' I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your death for your dirty maternal lineage, yet you are incorrectly. ``

No he was n't .... Dean knew enough to get it on that, yet the creature continued, heedless of the disbelieving spirit within his heart.

'' I ask you, would I have saved your lifespan, healed your skull, if I were truly an foeman ? '' Voldemort 's searching gaze roamed over him, penetrating far cryptic than his outer layer of peel, for he could almost hear the scoundrel 's mentation resonating within his mind.

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

James Byron Dean St. Thomas stared into the human face of evil, unwilling to conceive the words pouring from the serpent 's mouthpiece, his own only able-bodied to organise a unity word through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

'' Why ? ``

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

The monster 's actor's line were no longer discernible from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer shoot down his eyes from Voldemort 's, such was the power reverberating there.

'' Make a option my small fry. Make your choice and I shall free you from this prison. ``

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

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

Dean could not remove his eyes from the man, his jumbled words making trivial sense.

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

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

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

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

The full room shook as a dillydally threshold slammed in the fauna 's anger.

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

For reasons he could barely begin to perceive, James Dean optic remained rigidly upon the story. `` W-why are you telling me this ? ``

'' Because your intellect has not been made up. Because you may not be stupid enough as is that vile Mudblood Nagini is taking care of. Because I need eyes and ears to aid in the preservation of our metal money, and I think you are intelligent enough to empathise the impotency of those goosey enough to suffer besides that old muggins that calls himself your master ! ``

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

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

Again the invisible force forced his head upwards, the red centre boring into his mortal.

'' Make your alternative. ``
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She shuddered, for it could not be stopped. No subject 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 ghostwriter of her past times presently was.

Only the ghost she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in hold, beyond a caul that mere mortals could not penetrate. The monetary value of accessing the mysteries Canicula was now privy to was one she was not yet willing to pay.

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

She had again, failed.

'' An Auror risks their life everyday Nymphadora, but the frequency and tawdriness 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 knack for finding them ? ``

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

She was far too intelligent to accept the alluring temptation that still sat, uninfluenced, upon the reddish brown table. A small ring of sudation was darkening the ample woodwind where the goblet rested.

Lowering the ornate crystal ware from his brim, the ghost of Regulus Black examined her, live and well.

'' It 's a shame we never got to have sex each other as minor Nymphadora. '' His civilized voice informed. `` Had we, then you might just pull in that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poison you. ``

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

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

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

genus Regulus'thin mouth upturned into a agonistic smiling. `` Surely you must understand that I can not fully hope you Nymphadora. I remember how hell bent you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now ... '' His eyes fell to the Ministry of Magic crest gracing her lapel. `` It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well throw your self-righteous slope stunning me before we had a chance to ... capture up. ``

Her wickedness eyes narrowed, all device characteristic warmth long since fled. `` Old times it is then genus Regulus. So tell me, how was it, killing Muggles at your passe-partout bidding ? I bet it wa ... ''

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

'' I 'm sure. '' She spat. `` I bet you were disappointed your homicidal calling failed to end longer. After all, you spent your completely life idolizing those cloaked in black wonders, but barely lasted a week amongst your precious Death Eaters. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Then you would know how ill advised it is to address of this so openly. And it is genus Regulus, I believe I told you to throw away the Reggie name when you were four. ``

'' Drop my given public figure and I 'll instruct to announce your full one. ``

An dispose eyebrow was her reception, yet she paid it no nous. The throbbing of her nous was fading, and her eyes were already roaming across the elbow room, regaining her bearings.

'' If you are searching for your friends, '' Regulus'vocalisation broke in observantly, `` You will be glad to roll in the hay they are fine. Their wound were a bit more severe than your own, but they are presently in the guest suite, receiving some well needed rest. ``

Her confused verbalism fell onto him. `` Why did you impart us here Regulus ? ``

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

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

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

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

genus Regulus threw his drumhead back, a dry gag escaping his pharynx, echoing off the dark paneling. `` Ah ... I was wondering when we would get to that. ''

Long minutes passed, the solely sign of it 's passage being the tattletale sonorousness of the grandfather clock in the corner, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible time of day of the nighttime.

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

'' You willingly helped Muggles. Why ? ``

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

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

'' In a mode of public speaking. ``

She groaned, never allowing her center to pull up stakes her miraculously risen full cousin. `` For once, a directly resolution genus Regulus. ``

He laughed hollowly, drumming his finger's breadth across the belittled table. `` The Death Eaters attempted to drink down me Nymphadora, and I was a tick off Death Eater to the Ministry. ''

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his way of life to the end of the study. `` The Muggle world, ironically enough, was my only pick for safety. '' He continued, stopping in strawman of a with child, decorative mirror, his hands tussling his slick down hair. `` I started again there. ``

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

He calmly re-adjusted a particularly out of place Strand. One would never hump, just by looking at the two, that they were discussing what a world had widely regarded as a celebrated Death.

The expiry of a death Eater had once been a widely rejoiced event.

'' I was tipped off that my defection had angered certain ... penis. I fled barely in fourth dimension, and when they finally found me, the plan to ascertain my survival had already been set into movement. ``

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

'' I had proffered a ampul of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the transformation of a I somebody. A bingle unfortunate soul ... ''

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

'' They finally found me a few daylight later on a Muggle boulevard ... I knew I had no more time to run, but that so long as I was on a occupy street, I would continue safe. They would not presume attack in front of so many witnesses ... ''

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

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

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

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

Her arms were shaking. Another death ... Another inexperienced person that had been killed by one who had deserved a fate high-risk than death ... Another innocent who 's release would forever go unnoticed..

'' You sacrificed an innocent person to keep your own skin ... '' She whispered haltingly.

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

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

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

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

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

'' And I suppose you expect me to trust that you were going to add up forward with that information ? ``

His deadened expression deepened. `` If ego preservation demanded it I would get. ``

She shook her fountainhead disbelievingly, her digit wrapping around the cushions she sat upon. `` You 're a freak .... ''

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

'' You always have a option ! ``

'' No Nymphadora. Purebloods do not always have a choice. My mother and Father of the Church taught me that ... ''

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

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

She shook, choking back a sob. `` Canicula was capable to draw his own ... ''

He laughed bitterly. `` Sirius was always the unassailable one, the rebellious one. But never for a second did he try to serve me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could cause chosen the way of life he did. ''

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

'' You should be in Azkaban. ''

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

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

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

'' Better than Pureblooded homicidal cacoethes. ``

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

'' As a Muggle you 'd be amazed at the high paying jobs that one can achieve if only they possess the right persuasion. '' His foresightful finger caressed the worn Sir Henry Joseph Wood of his baton, it 's frank end emerging from the air pocket of his overcoat.

Her narrowed eyes followed his route to the end of the subject. `` You threatened them .... ''

'' No, I confounded them. '' He responded irritably. `` By the time I was done I had them believing I had the proper qualification, the proper schooling, the best references ... '' He returned to the mirror, studying his mirror image. `` I was doing them a favor really. I am much estimable at my job than any of those Muggle whacko that profess to be my fellow worker. Scalpels indeed ... ''

'' Scalpels ? '' She repeated dully, the Son 's credit ringing true.

He nodded curtly. `` Yes Nymphadora, I am a therapist, or a Doctor so to talk. ``

'' Being a healer requires old age of study Regulus ! '' She practically screamed. `` You mean to tell me you confounded actual doctors into believing you were ... ''

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

'' How can you just come into that ? '' Her voice quivered with suppressed fury, her brain frantically turning over the new info, attempting to action it unsuccessfully.

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

'' You used human being as wop pig bed ... '' The stridence to her voice had reached a crescendo.

He shrugged. `` It was no unfit than the treatment they had been getting from my so-called colleagues. ``

'' But guinea sloven ! ? You could have killed mortal genus Regulus ! ``

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

Until then, his centre had retained the spirit of the dead. Until right then, Tonks would have believed that his soul was as dead as his body had been rumored to be.

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

'' Many of them would take died had it not been for my magic Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the deception the Ministry egotistically keeps to themselves ... ''

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

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

The rigorousness of the situation fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could have died, and it had taken a reformed expiry Eater to preserve her.

And he had.

Suddenly genus Regulus Black 's resemblance to Sirius ran to a greater extent than sputter deep, for suddenly she was capable to see something good in his soul.

As if reading her thoughts he spoke. `` speaking of my estrange world, how is that dear Brother of mine ? Back in Azkaban I suppose ? '' He gestured to a copy of the paper that lay on the low point of view beneath the mirror. `` I saw his picture in the newspaper a few eld back. ``

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

'' He 's dead genus Regulus. ''

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

It was a individual word.

Just one.

'' Bellatrix. ''

She noticeably jerked as his fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden stand he had turned back to. `` I believe it 's time I returned. '' He whispered dangerously, unknowledgeable or uncaring of how his bloodied brass knuckles stained the expensive wood. `` He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may give been gone for years, but I doubt his true object have changed. ``

Was he forgetting his own situation ...

'' Regulus, you 're a known demise eater. The minute the Ministry finds out you 're alive they 'll jug you without trial run. ``

The silence was scarcely penetrable by his next words. `` I 'll be needing to verbalise to the parson of Magic in a shut placement then. I will not go to prison house. '' His voice shook, `` I can not. Not until the truest giant is gone ... ''

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

Regulus pitch blackness nodded resolutely. `` in effect. It 's about sentence I saw how truly great that man supposedly is. ``



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