* * * * *


Releasing the wand for what he promised would be only here and now, he continued sawing at his bindings, slowly, rhythmically, trying to gain treasured centimeters of mobility...

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

With the rhythmical sawing of the sherd, his creative thinker fell curiously blank for the first meter in what felt millenary.

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

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

She fell into seat besides him, so close, her bloodied sleeve nearly brushing against his tegument. She was blocking Dolohov's view 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 slight sway to her stature.

Snap.

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

Her head fell forward, her coughing lingering long enough to appear actual, and her golden, tangled locks came cascading down, falling over her centre, veiling her grammatical construction from all but him. To his optic each shimmering chain, glinting in the sluggish good afternoon gleam, as well as her watery orbs, remained visible, as well as her bounce wrist, white and torn from where she had frantically pulled, struggling for release in Dolohov's arms.

The bastard would never again lay a digit upon her.

He would never again lay a finger upon anyone.

Harry ceramist had a few dark magic spell he was quite eager to try out.

Snap.

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

Dolohov sneered. " Ludovic you are trying my patience as much as the half-blood and these... " The dark regard of the man scanned the room, taking in the few conscious pupil and the two patron bound and lined against the bulwark. " These spares. "

" But what if the ministry.... "

Dolohov kicked the floor, sending shattered glass skittering across Dean's fallen form. " We will be here and gone before those fools catch wind of this. Besides, these affair are finespun matters... "

inquiring ? His spike listened, silently taking it all in. Besides him Kalliandra appeared to be doing the Same, while Luna shifted the drinking glass sherd on the floor around with her feet.

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

" Perhaps we could stun them all and take them back ourselves ? "

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

The discussion ended.

It was then that he heard it.

" You... "

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

Her eyes had moved from Dolohov, drifting into the background beyond, smooth ardour boiling beyond their depths. Lifting his own he followed her gaze to where Ludo commercial traveller stood, pouring himself another fidgety drink.

He turned his confusion upon her, noticing her breast's rhythmic ascent as her breath came quicker, rich, faster...

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

" How sorry were you ? " She breathed to herself, only barely, for the hate saturating her soft flavor was not lost upon him.

It was chilling.

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

" Kaylens. " He whispered, almost pleadingly.

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

" Kaylens please... "

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

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

Minutes passed, before touchy palpebra flickered open, her eyes alight with an aberrant glow.

" Good. " She murmured. " Because I can only give you a moment. "

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

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


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

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

They would all realize...

She would not stray near him again, for her humanity was moving unnaturally slow, as if the events occurring around her were illusory, pass off images from frightful dreams that would surely vanish with a waft of merciful consciousness.

Only no such merciful breeze came.

Her bound helping hand rose from her lap, tracing the tender line of her jaw, feeling her temperature reduction hide. Somewhere, amidst the fighting, she had fallen, shoved away by Dean. The dehydrated vilification of stock along her cheek gave grounds to that.

She could finger the heat radiating from James Byron Dean's hitch form.

He was alive...

Hermione...

The small girlfriend's fingerbreadth had curled around fallen clod of her bloodied, exterminate hair, as if the resolute Gryffindor had wanted something to concur onto, something square and tangible to prove the afflictions had been rattling.

They had...

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

The memories of a rise night, long due retaliation, beckoned.

A limp hand lay splayed across the strawman corridor... rip trickling onto the wooden porch circuit board...

" God forgive me... " She breathed, the palpable gelidity filling her lungs.

She had made her decision.

The chilling rain pelted down, something sullen mixing with the mirky water licking at her nose...

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

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

It was rolling in discrete waves, operating by it's own indiscernible ruler, pulsating from the living, evaporating from the dead.

A boyish face appeared above her, sympathy in his oceanic eyes. " I'm awfully sorry about this kid... "

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

He had stood idly by once, and was again.

She squeezed her middle shut ever smashed, involuntarily tremor traveling through her, the intoxicating insistency in the very air building, pulsating in uncontrolled waves outwards.

The humankind was taking on a hotter tone, every heart burning with fiery loudness as she began reaching, feeling...

The acid presence of Ludovic bagman filled her, and she began drawing.

Her intent was to kill.



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" vim can neither be created nor destroyed, merely changed and transformed from one human body to another. "
~ low gear Law of Thermodynamics ~



Chapter 21 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 1


It was as it was before, the feeling.

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

Her cells were multiplying with frightening touchstone. She could almost feel them, enticing her breathing spell to come in sharp, pained gasps. The docile tickling of prior, the feel of atmospheric static lightly traversing across her skin, had been long since vanquished, replaced by fiery tendrils of unchecked free energy weaving steadily through her, searing across her very tegument like fiery, unkempt tendrils of hell.

The very mote of her cellular telephone were moving in abnormal ways.

Pained eyes flickered open upon the world, reflecting the light as entirely she could see it. For the golden mist swirled throughout the room in thick, stifling negatron cloud, sending fiery tingle searing through the hollow plate of what she had once been.

The particles danced, shining from all that was awake, emitting softly from all that was dead, as push must do. The human eye had always been blind to the subtler forms of it's purple ballet, but it was a dancing 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 iciness to occupy her lungs, cooling her lips as it passed.

His presence filled her.

The hot atom upon the once barely discernerable breeze vibrated, the prosperous mists forming tightly from her to him, flowing in a closed in lap between them, her will unconsciously directing the charged corpuscle to trip the light fantastic within the rhythm of her domain.

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

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

Besides her, drawing her concert concentration from the impenetrable creation of her mind, she noticed Potter stirring, taking advantage of the small distraction her worn-out get-up-and-go afforded them.

Ludovic...

She could have chosen to attack the other demise 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.

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

She pulled Ludovic's posture of animation into herself, as she had done twice before, robbing him. The Energy Department driving his spirit pounded frantically, pulling from her, recoiling like a panic-struck nipper until she finally had him in her grasp.

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

The soft auditory sensation of a soundbox falling lifelessly upon the debris strew story met her even before the backlash did.

Everything that had occurred, had taken space within a poorly closed circuit. Now the gabardine hot screw thread of energy, the one that had vibrated so densely between them, finally snapped.

The electricity flew from his fallen phase to her own kneeling one, leaving her no choice deliver to engage it's sudden release with a twisted sensory faculty of expiation.

Her eyes flicked subject as the force of it hit her, revealing sparkling, cloudy hues of golden twinkle dancing around her, fading away as the shroud of unconsciousness fell ever closer.

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


" control stick with the multitude, go astray and we will pour down you ourselves. brother or not. "

The pack drawing card's words reverberated inside the wolf's buffeting skull, distracting it from the pungent scents tempting it's olfactory senses, the towner's cruor teasing the battalion, stimulating their bloodlust's desire.

Yet the pack controlled it, tramping as one across the outer boundary of what had once been the paradigm of quaintness, before spreading out, fringing across the fringe of the forest, taking cover in the forest's apparition. Here the pack would crusade back the stragglers, catching any who sought to take flight Hogsmeade before their task was complete.

The wolf pawed the ground with overt savagery, the animal's craze at being deprived it's quarry apparent to the elder accompanying it. A menacing growl calmed it, forcing the password of the pack into it's aching mind, for the influence allure of the townsmen's blood, located just within the walls of Hogsmeade, was causing the canine to lose itself.

It needed to feed.

The play along woman chaser, driven nearly mad with desire, sniffed deeply, huffing the rough-cut bristles of it's snout away angrily. The hirsuteness of the wolf's skin was coated in the fleshy cruor that had coursed freely from it's torn pelt, the fresh split of it's transformation still unmistakable, for a wolfman was promptly to transform, yet deadening to heal.

Voldemort would fix that.

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

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

He was there to attain Voldemort's intent, his architectural plan, his faults.

The animate being enigma was levelheaded in a way he could only dream of, for where contemporaries of healer had failed in discerning the mechanisms of lyncanthropy, Voldemort had succeeded, and harnessed it's cruel power into something he could fully exploit.

When they had stood poised on the brink of Hogsmeade, seemingly gear up to aggress, he had been surprised. For their orders were not to kill, maim, or hurt the township's dweller in any way. They were merely to form a safety around the Town's circumference, ensuring that all wizarding occupant remained within it's paries for a time.

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

The reason for this peculiar Death Eater body process was unbeknownst to him. He could not fathom why.

But all his speculation vanished as the scent of blood wafted upon a cold breeze.

His bloodlust was wholly returned, the dentition of the other creature of the night, the elder, digging into his pelt, the sole thing preventing him from running into townsfolk to hunt down his quarry.
* * * * *


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

He felt asleep, ineffective to strike, let alone remember, properly. His head word spun in a not unfamiliar way, and despite this, Harry knew where he had felt the Saame sensation.

Grimmauld Place.

" I can only move over you a moment "

It was her. She had whispered those words only seconds before. She had done it before, and she was doing it again, and though he did not live how, every character of him have a go at it it to be true.

Kalliandra was doing this.

She could only cave in him a present moment... A consequence of distraction. A single prospect to take them out.

He knew what he had to do.

The rash pressure increasing around him, over-powering any sure sense of labyrinthine sense, he forced his arms to obey, grasping his wand in a barely concealed motility as Dolohov's drugged center fixed upon Ludo commercial traveler's form, as the former Ministry Official disappeared behind the bar, clutching his chest.

Harry spared the man no pity, all his Energy fixated on the soul task of catapulting to his feet, then twisting until the wand so precariously gripped within his bound men was pointed towards the remaining death Eater.

" Delirium Modente ! " He gasped, his shoemaker's last tatter of Department of Energy spent as he set the curse free.

The dark curse.

A death feeder deserved nothing less.

He never did see Dolohov's eyes as the end neophyte of saneness were stolen, but the swearword left Dolohov's large frame withering upon the ground, hands clutching desperately, tearing midst, bloodied clod of tomentum from his scalp.

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

The last feeder would be unable to recall even his own public figure once the curse word had run it's course.

Harry had finally learnt the delight of inhuman treatment upon one's enemy.

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


" Mr. President... Your married woman and daughter are amongst the missing...

The car door slammed behind him, his daughter's small build curled up on the rider position's story, whimpering, begging for Mum...

Marie...

Fumbling for the key's with his freeze out manus, his mind was assaulted. Every ungodly memory board of the past weeks, of his life, slammed into his consciousness one, by one, by one.

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

The hospital doorway slid open, the chicken feed paneling revealing his haggard observation. At the end of the guarded hall, lined with security, awaited the morgue.

Identification of the body was necessary.

" Tonksie... Tonksie... dad where's Tonksie ? ! "

Emily's hysterical crying drew his heart through the rain coated windscreen to where Tonks stood, a look of pure consternation on her normally fond nerve. She darted, arm out, presumably clutching the wand he could not see.

What affected him, what jolted him, what sent his foot pressing upon the gas peddle, the rack spinning, skidding in the watery gravel, was the mother wit of pure, everlasting despair that overcame him as he watched her slip in the mud, falling....

She landed in the grass, her back to the earth, arms stretched upwards in front of her soaked trunk, shaking so violently that he could see it through the rain's deep barrage. It seemed as if she were supporting a effect of unbelievable weightiness, one that would brook down upon her if she faltered, one that would squelch her and then issue forth for them if she failed.

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

He already knew. He had seen their revival attempt at the home they had taken him to. He had seen the blue shade to her once alert mouth...

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

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

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

The thunderous strait startled him more than his girl's cries, to a greater extent than the sound of his cartilage breaking as his nose collided with the steering wheel, for a gravid prick had formed in the thug, the glass of the windscreen cracking, splintering out until a network of spider WWW formed across it...

As the aseptic flat solid was pulled back, he knew none of it could prepare one for seeing the lifeless body of the love of their life for a secondly meter.

The first fourth dimension had nearly killed him...

A curl of her auburn fuzz fell loose, his hand smoothing it back...

Something invisible had collided with their car....

The flavor of line of descent trickling down his case, falling upon his white knuckled hands, which remained firmly clutched around the frigidity, contraband steering rack, had drawn him back.

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

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

The pelting rain was the thanksgiving, for it kept him witting, re-vitalizing him with it's icy rage as the despair 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 early arm was flailing, her whole face changing, moving in ways a fount should not move...

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

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

Only her arms remained rigid, for she was refusing to impress them, not even for an blink of an eye to support...

Bent over her pulled her with him, scrambling backwards, finally falling onto the position of the car, it's headlights blazing a smart as a whip path of luminousness into the darkening, storm-shrouded day.

As he weakly tried to abide, yanking on the stern room access of the fomite, shoving Tonks'protesting pattern inside while she held her wand out, he finally saw it.

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

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

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

The tangible shudder in the air only grew until the frost upon the window's chip turned to ice.

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


He froze.

Harry ceramist, a reliable Gryffindor, completely, undeniably, froze. The impact of everything sinking in, preventing him from taking anything into account, save for what lay right before him.

" Kaylens... " He mouthed soundlessly, frightened by the pale pallor caressing her damp pelt.

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

Hastily he murmured the spell to untie the remaining bandaging, wiggling his lineage encrusted men until the ropes slid to the Methedrine strewn flooring. He dropped to his knees, reaching to brush her blood stained lock chamber aside, when a shaken, yet commanding voice, halted him.

kneel besides her, Harry stared slack jawed as Ronald Weasley spoke, clambering to his feet, a moody bruise encircling the side of his face.

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

Harry blinked stupidly, not fully processing Ron's words. All he knew was that Ron was not dead. Ginny's curse had not worked. And now a pair of icy dismal 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 period pretending. "

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

" So how long have you been come alive Ronald ? " She continued airily, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. Her bound hired man began fiddling with her soil strewn hair, brushing it back curiously, as if it were a bare pestilence to be dealt with.

Ron's bruised cheek contorted into a frown at this. " Long enough. " He responded warily.

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

Ron's gaze never left his fair game, his wand flicking to Luna's outstretched arms without a glance, sending her tight rophy coiling free.

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

" I'll ask you one more than prison term Harry. " He muttered menacingly. " Get. Away. From. The. Grim. "

Harry's confusion regarding Ron's sudden appearance was routed by the good expression across the redhead's freckled face. At a loss for account, he turned back to the girl before him, laying his hand upon her brow, feeling her cool off skin 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 docile tingling was radiating onto him, running across his open ribbon where his skin fell onto her own, as if humble bits of static electricity were passing between them.

His finger's breadth trailed down her face, a indulgent moan escaping her lips, drawing her shoal breaths into stark contrastation with his own.

Forgetting Ron's Holy Writ, his eye's drifted from her to where dean lay, sprawled beneath an overturned table that Luna was up-righting. " We need to get avail... " Along the wall the scant others introduce were watching with bated breaths. " We need to get out of here before... "

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

Hermione let out a muffled protest, and Ron's eyes flickered for a consequence to where she sat, propped up, childlike and staring.

It was the chance Harry needed. He did not know what had happened to Ron, but certainly his champion meant Kaylens impairment. He was deluded. Grim's were prodigy of death. A livelihood, breathing, sentient being could not be one.

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

" Ron looking at, we don't have sentence for this. There are other Death feeder in town and we don't have fourth dimension... "

" We can't leave that thing lying around. " Ron challenged, raising his own verge until it was eye level, directed at his scar. " I wouldn't have believed it myself had I not seen it. But leave a life Grim lying around and it will vote down you later. "

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

Behind him another distressed murmuring rose from Kaylens unconscious mind form.

Luna now hovered over a quietly muttering Dolohov, sending thick-skulled forget me drug coiling around his arms and legs. And as Harry watched her, he noticed one of the non-student patrons inching away from where they stood, her panicked typeface fixated on Kaylens as well.

His eyes narrowed. " Would someone kindly tell me what's going on here ? "

" But she can't be... He thinks she a Reach but she can't be.... " Hermione stated weakly, her small variety barely supported by Neville.

Harry's center did not leave alone Ron's for a minute. " A Reach ? And to me that means.... "

" An energy shifter. " Neville supplied. " That... That t-thing that just happened.... " The Gryffindor attempted to wave, nearly dropping Hermione in the process. " That affair with the air... It was e-energy... They can draw on it when they need to... "

" When the motive to kill people. " Ron finished angrily. " I'd bet my broom roadman is utter, Harry. That affair... " He indicated, gesturing violently with his wand. " Did it ! "

" And she also quite possibly saved our lives. " Neville sighed frustratedly. " She gave Harry the misdirection he needed to take Dolohov out. "

" She could possess 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, didn't ! " Neville shot back, setting Hermione down in one of the few chairs that had escaped unscathed.

Ron's resolve only grew. " Harry, she's not human. " He declared. " She's not even a Wiccan ! All she is, is an energy draining bloodsucker that would kill her own female parent if she had the chance ! That's why they call them Living Grims ! Whoever comes in liaison with one atomic number 66 ! Meeting one is like seeing your own... "

" destruction ? " Harry supplied angrily, finally losing it. His read/write head hurt. Ron being active, Kaylens whatever it was they thought she was... It was simply too practically to march. " Ron if she had wanted to bolt down us, don't you think she already would have ? "

Ron's expression faltered, long enough for Harry to bed that the Truth of his intelligence had sunk in.

" But she can't be a orbit... " Hermione was continuing on, sounding pained at the want of certainty. " Remember History of trick, the unusual species whole ? You know with Veelas and Vampires ? matter like that ? We covered orbit, and a reach can't do Magic ! They simply can't.... And I've seen her do magic in class... "

Ron snorted, a self-satisfied expression crossing his facial expression. " A pre-magicked wand. Don'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 refute the affirmation, but when it came down to it, he had only seen her levitate professor Gai and bedaze someone....

In Dumbledore's authority she hadn't even reached for her wand.... She hadn't even tried to champion herself....

My God...

" Look... " He said shakily. " Just don't touch her. Leave her be, at to the lowest degree until we figure a way out of this mess. "

Ron's hardened expression did not soften, but his scepter arm fell " amercement. But call up who's idea this was Harry. Grim's are supposed to be killed on sight. So you can deal with the Ministry. Not. Me. "

Killed on sight....

A sickening feeling rose within his chest at the words. They couldn't... The Ministry wouldn'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 prejudice, even agreed with some. pit, Ron had been afraid of Lupin upon first finding out hadn't he ?

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

The whimpering of the cleaning lady, who was still attempting to slew away, reached his ears.

The phone of her panicked ramblings made him actualize just what he was dealing with.

Kaylens had killed someone... His optic flew to where travelling salesman had fallen, only to watch out Ron deny his way there, as if in slow motion, bending down, taking a heart rate...

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

travelling salesman was dead.

My God she really did...

He swallowed the cold-blooded truth, turning to appear upon her.

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


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

" Daddy... Dada.... "

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

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

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

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

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


" Kaylens... " He whispered disbelievingly. Never before had he seen even a trace of such clamant emotion upon her normally self-satisfied features.

seeing Kaylens torn facial expression he rounded on Ron.

" You were going to obliterate her ? " He shouted furiously, putting the slice together. The way Ron had pulled his wand on her, the uncharacteristic, hard-boiled verbal expression...

He stepped backwards, shielding Kaylens with his entire body. " Is that what you planned ? " He hissed, voice quivering dangerously. " It's not enough that the ministry indoctrinates their piddling prejudices against everything and everyone through that farcical Daily Prophet and it's farcical law of nature, but you were stupid enough to actually consider listening to them weren't you ? ! "

The red head word's face faltered, and it didn't take foresighted to see why, for Ron's middle had fallen on the now conscious Kaylens, a looking of amalgamate fearfulness and disgust upon him.

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

Ron let out a stutter.

" Sorry, couldn't quite watch that Ron. " He nearly growled, glancing to the floor where Kaylens sat, her frightened face giving way to one of sheer astonishment as their eye locked.

" It's okay... " He mouthed, incompetent of articulating anything else. All he knew was that if she was what they claimed her to be, then it wasn't her shift. She surely had not asked for it, just like he had not asked to get a decease condemnation hanging over his own head.

Suddenly every hostile action, every cruel Holy Writ that had passed between them made perfect sense.

The whisper conversation in the bookstall, her anger at having been overheard, her liberty with Remus, a werewolf, another scorned species with natural law ruling their sort lives...

His ire at Ron's actions boiled over.

He leveled his wand once again. " Answer the question Ron. "

Ron's eyes, glued to the floor, refused to seem up. " I... I hadn't thought that far ahead... "

" Doesn't look like you were thinking at all actually. "

" Harry you don't understand what those matter are capa... "

" Ronald stop it ! "

All eyes darted to the belittled brunette in the chair.

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

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

" tribute from what ? " Hermione queried. " Anyone with a sceptre is dangerous, just because she's dissimilar doesn'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 headland sadly. " He was a Death Eater. Do you really consider he would have shown any to us ? "

The red head scoffed. " This is Bagman were talking about... "

" He wouldn't have. "

The verbal diatribe between the two adolescent ceased at Kaylens'scarcely uttered words, 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 to a greater extent of a statement than a question, and he let it remain in the air as he quickly unbound her arms for her.

" Thanks. " She breathed, rubbing her arms where the cutis had torn, flecks of dark cruor flaking off, floating to the debris strewn floor.

" How could you have it off that, murderer ? " Ron snapped, though for once he scarcely acknowledged it. His consciousness was focused upon her reaction, upon the thin shaking start in her left arm, the stiffening of her neck opening, the balling of her clenched fist...

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

" Because Ludovic did not show any clemency to my family. " She responded softly, hauntingly. " That is all you need to know. "

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

" Ron this isn't you ! " Hermione quelled. " What has gotten into... "

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

Hermione was right, this wasn't Ron. He may be brash, often speaking without intellection, but Ron was not violent.
Not only were there Death Eaters to deal with on the outside, he realized, ones they would have to get by with eventually, but they now had to sell with intimate enemies.

Ones skilled in the Imperious curse...

His eyes landed upon the whimpering cleaning lady nigh the room access, an unnaturally cooperative expression upon her face.
* * * * *


remorse... Guilt... Satisfaction....

The lifeless sight before her, the one she had so ruthlessly denied the right to inhabit, ought to ingrain something within her.

Yet it did not.

Weasley's scathing diatribe, intermingling with her own cruelly uttered true statement, resonated within the confines of her judgement. Her palpebra finally flickered shut, seeking fleeting respite as the pungent scent of scorching baseball bat rose from the iniquity recesses of her memory, encircling tightly around her.

She had killed, yet it did not experience as it ought. nil could let prepared her for the common cold feeling of vacuum rotting away inside.

She felt discharge inside, nearly undone, and perhaps this man lying lifelessly before her, evidencing her fulfil retaliation, would be plenty to stuff her over the last crevice into the unreached nipper of cruelty.

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

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

Yes... She judged him.

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

It had finally died the Nox she learnt the true statement, for the tragedy in her Young life history had not been enough. The demented gods governing existence had not yet had their fill of her bother, her grief...

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

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

The pain pouring unspoken from her rim 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 voice that drove her center to open, it was the tense feeling of his hand encircling her articulatio radiocarpea, tugging her, forcing her to go until she was positioned directly behind him.

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

His attention was elsewhere, fixated upon a prematurely Robert Gray haired cleaning lady sitting close to the door.

It took her a moment to see that the Weasel had already been stunned, and that his have rage was on her behalf.

" Your estimate... Clever really. " Potter continued sardonically. " But I'd really love to sleep with why you targeted her. " The gesture of his headland left no interrogative that it was her to whom he was referring.

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

His phonation was becoming rather snakelike himself... Or it could be her read/write head, which was still reeling from her premature feat.

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

Suddenly the John Brown haired girlfriend, clutching her side, was staggering to the Weasel's, scattering get out bottles in her wake.

The woman watched her advancement with a foul locution. " Whatever it is that you are insinuating boy, you should sleep with that I am a Ministry official...

ceramicist let out a barking laugh. " I'm supposed to be impressed by that aren't I ? "

" Considering that you are committing a criminal offence by keeping that thing alive... "

" The finish time I checked the use of Unforgivables was a crime as well. " He countered, slipping his fingers into her own reassuringly. " So why did you use it on a 16 year old star ? "

" And as Ministry functionary, Leanne, surely you know that the use of an Unforgivable on an Underaged adept merits a longer sentence in Azkaban. " The former patron, looking to be in his mid-thirties chimed in, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

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

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

Amarante waggled his supercilium in an oddly intimate way. " Well you know Tr & egrave ; s and I, never too far from trouble. "

It suddenly dawned on her that Amarante was a spitting image of professor Tr & egrave ; s.

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

" Why ? " Potter voiced urgently. " Do you see someone coming ? "

" No... " She called, emerging from beneath the drapery. " 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 don't know what they teach you at that miserable shoal of yours... "

" Hogwarts is not pitiable ! " Snapped Neville, his own wand drawn and leveled at the repel looking woman.

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

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

Leanne scowled, but Amarante wasn't done.

" So let me think Leanne. You're considering turning her... " He gestured towards where she stood in potter's protective hairgrip, " in to the Ministry, and were too much 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 look like a cornered brute. " I have every right to do so ! That affair is a monster... "

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

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

" You thankless bird ! " Interrupted Weasley. " They both helped economize you're ridiculous arse and all you can do is yell at them ! How dare you ! "

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

" Obliviate ! "

The deafening bellow of potter, Luna, and Amarante all attempting to get rid of the fair sex's memory at once sent the chick's nous snapping back into the wall, her eyes dazedly rolling around before unconsciousness took her.

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

She hardly heard the rest of his intelligence, for she had broken away from potter's grip, dropping besides doyen's unconscious form.
* * * * *


No Sooner had Kaylens released his hand than Amarante turned his wand on the remaining conscious patron. " Sorry dear but.... Obliviate ! "

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

" Can't leave her absolve to turn the miss in either now can we ? " He pointed out. " No offence but the British people Ministry of deception is a bit outdated in their laws and position. Australia has the decency to will unusual specie alone as long as they are not harming anyone. "

Harry nodded his thanks gratefully. sufficiency had gone wrong today. They could not afford to leave any mislay close lying around.

" Is it unusual that no one here is beat ? "

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

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

" Isn't that a good thing ? " He asked warily.

Luna's mouth opened, but Ron cut her off. " No Neville... It's not... Think about it, why would Death Eaters even bother attacking if it were not to bolt down ? All of us are alive, and they aren't that incompetent person. I thought for certain my number was up when that green torment hit me but it wasn't Avada Kedavra, I can differentiate you that much. "

Hermione elicited an odd noise, but Ron went on. " And think about it. Why didn'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 okay 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 seeming that her headache was not for herself, but for Dean.

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

" You're quite proper young man. " Amarante commented, yanking on his earlobes. " If I could speculation a surmise 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 audio of those words.

" Whatever their aim was I suggest we leave. " Ron was pacing now. " But if Amarante is decent then they won't exactly let us take the air right out of here... "

Luna's gaze was drifting towards the rear way out. " Our right shot is the woods. "

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

" No... She's right. " Kaylens part was oddly strained, her supercilium creased with headache as she continued examining Dean. " If I create a beguilement one of us should be able to make it back to the schooltime, demise Eaters or not. "

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

" What do you intend by distraction ? " 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 head.

" I can't condone allowing a teenager to put themselves in harms way. " Amarante stated flatly, all trace of agility gone from his voice.

" If they are not aiming to kill I'll be fine. " Kaylens spat icily. " You were so certainly of that a moment ago. "

The older man's jaw dropped, leaving Harry with an queasy feeling. " Kaylens I don't.... "

She cut him off.

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

" How do you bed that ? " Ron challenged disbelievingly.

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

" 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 flash of ire loss within her eyes. " Since I've seen it before Weasley. Now do you desire to debate or avail your friend ? "

The red pass threw up his hands. " No need to get testy.... "

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

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

Her phonation was firm, steadfast, a steely glint in her eye as she tore her eyeball away from her fallen friend. " He needs help and he needs assist soon. We need to move. "

" Someone is going to want to stay put here. " Neville pointed out. " Merlin knows what a death Eater would do to an unconscious Muggle-born... Not to mention Madame Rosmereta and Lara. "

" I'll stay. " Came Hermione's vocalisation, earning her a startled look from all party. She shrugged sadly. " For once I'll admit that I can't do something. My costa... I'm sure they're broken. There's no way I could outrun anyone mighty now. "

Ron's face became drawn. " fine. But you're right about one affair Mione. You're in no condition to fend for yourself at the here and now. So someone else needs to appease behind. "

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

" I'll stay. " Neville volunteered. " I'm not in as honorable of flesh as the rest of you. I'd have problem 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 look. " The quicker you get out of here the Sooner we can get started. "

Ron nodded. " Alright. Hermione, you and Neville pack James Dean into the missy's restroom. wellspring prop the backwards doorway outdoors so if anyone does come back they'll think we went out through the kitchens. "

Harry eyed his friend carefully, admiring the melodic theme. " And the residuum of us will go out the men's public toilet window. It leads right into the alleyway between here and Dervish and Bangs. Then Luna, Ron, and Kaylens can try to spend a penny it back to Hogwarts while Amarante covers me... "

She let out a dissent, but a moving ridge of his hand silenced her. " You're not going. End of discussion. "

" I should make the distraction. " Amarante countered.

" No. " Harry replied, shaking his head decisively. " We need a beguilement, and the bloody Boy-Who-Lived is going to afford them one. I doubt the Death feeder, orders to not kill or not, will be able to resist the chance to have a go at me. Besides, you're the more receive wizard, so your aim is probably better than mine. "

Amarante eyed him apprehensively, before a cheeky grin lit up his eyes. " fountainhead alright then. " He said, clapping him on the dorsum. " Death eater fair game practice. Looks like you're not going to have all the fun after all there Harry. "

As Amarante went to assist Luna with the bracing of doyen's neck, and the moving of his imp form, all the while whistling a Muggle display melody, Harry wondered who exactly he had just asked to cover for him.
* * * * *


Her skull ached.

The pinpoint of burnished light speckling her vision needed to be sprayed away with a very large hose.

Preferably a power hose.

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

Collapsing onto the almost slimy, rain soaked leather of the back seat she took stock of the office, the tree subdivision jutting through the front windshield, ending where Emily's caput should give 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 doorway to be wedged shut by another tree, for the car had veered off, bouncing from the ditch into the wooden area keeping step with the road itself.

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

She nearly swore, bracing against the polar door and kicking out, feeling the resistance of the shabu and the window curved out, buckling back in against her bruised feet. The grimace of pain was taking over her face, droplets of water from her mousy fuzz intermingling with her sweaty pluck droplets as she continued her violent, desperate onslaught, watching the splintering spider web crawling across the glass...

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

The oozing gash in her calfskin barely registered, distracted as Kenneth's cataleptic cast slipped upon the slick magazine bike till the brunt of his weight bore down upon the horn, the blaring quiver of it's constant, undivided noted beep shattering the afternoon quiet that until then, had only been broken by the speech sound of the still groaning railway locomotive and the pounding rain.

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

There was no want to take into account the sound to pull any unwanted attention, for Dementors could move fast, though a car could prompt faster. But how long they had been out, how far Kenneth had driven before succumbing to the tool's essence, slumping over the rack, and how long the creatures had had to make up the length between...

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

The chairwoman's nose was clearly broken, the gristle sufficiently contorted to throw allowed a free flow of blood from it upon the bike. Now the clumping cruor could be seen, clustering upon his speed lip as if he had been eating a sadistic lolly flavored for the vampiric sorting.

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

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

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

Contorting herself as sound she could, she slithered out the window, clinging to the rainfall soaked cap for balance. Her sleeve snagged upon a shabu shard embedded within the window frame, and her medallion slid from the ceiling, barely catching against the thin tree luggage compartment responsible for thwarting her former efforts to open the door, and somehow this calm her.

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

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

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

Sirius black was silhouetted within them.



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~ A.K. Sir Alfred Charles Bernard Lovell ~



Chapter 22 ~ Amongst Us ~ Part 2


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

" look on the bright side. " Potter grunted, releasing his keep on the windowsill, dropping onto the dirt strewn background. " If there are Death feeder out there Aragog probably ate them first. "

Weasley paled considerably, contrasting with the warms hues cast about the alley by the sun's dying light. The year was growing late, and the early 60 minutes of the place setting sun would perhaps aid he and Luna on their chore of remaining unseen in the woods's shadows.

Or at least Kalliandra hoped so.

Luna's striped Orange River and black wind sock appeared out the public convenience window, and she dropped from the sill to the dusty soil, landing rather elegantly despite the large cloud of dust rising around her. Spying this the daughter smiled, squatting down to spray a very well stream of water from the tip of her wand, right onto a sizeable dirt pile.

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

" Hey mob, it's percipient... The roof. " Amarante hissed from his precarious position atop two meth cans. " Give me two second and then I'll be make to cover you. "

" Kaylens ? " His cauterize script fell onto her arm, a determined expression on his face. " You're going with Luna and Ron. "

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

" Please, no arguments. " He added, as a blast of wind 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 Methedrine, was almost laughable.

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

Someone like her...

She sighed exhaustedly, her muscles filled with the deadening aching of her former overextension. If only doing such things was less afflictive...

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

His humorless expression became further strained. " Because I'm a good bit of hook than anyone else here Kaylens, and I don't want anyone else getting hurt. Voldemort's dustup is with me, not you. "

He was wrong though, her incredulous expression heightening the issue of her softly hissed words. " His wrangle is with everyone, not just you. You're a naive fool to call up otherwise. "

He smiled strangely. " Trust me. " He whispered, pulling on her arm until she was forced to pace closer, his hardened font hovering above her own. " It is, and I don't expect you to understand it. Just accept it, and don't argue. "

" Always speaking in riddles... " She murmured, a trace of caustic remark filtering through. " But there's one matter you haven't realized, but you have more to miss than I if they are aiming to kill. "

A ghost of anxiety flickered within his eyes. " Why would you say that ? "

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

" There is nothing left for me to lose. " She finished, feeling his finger tensing upon her.

" You still possess your life. "

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

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

" Besides Potter. " She added, forcing a smiling. " I can't let you have all the fun now can I ? "

Strained were the personal line of credit of his mouth.

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

A cold-shoulder cough drew their attention to the Weasel's blatant pain in the neck. " Just let the dimwit do what she wants Harry. If she wants to get killed let her, but we need to go. "

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

" I'm fighting a mislay engagement here aren't I ? "

Her resolute verbalism remained her reception to this statement.

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

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

" Aye, aye Captain. " He grumbled, rolling his middle. " Like I would want to walk around in the goliath infested forest alone anywa... "

His vocalism fell deadened, for Luna had just stood up, her brass 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 diverted smile.

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

" I've been invisible for over four years. " Luna retorted without shame. " One more day isn't asking too much. "

Oblivious to the heartsick lineament of her own news, Luna, the nonplused enchantress, resumed her attack on Weasley's face, insisting that blending in with the Woodsiemores would help him to evade Stubby Boardman and his band.

As Weasley twisted and turned, trying to evade her attempts, Amarante appeared overhead, dangling precariously over the ceiling's edge. Nodding his favorable reception at Luna's method acting, he threw ceramicist and her a coup d'oeil. " Won you over did she ? Well I'm ready to cover whenever you're both fix to go. "

disappearing over the boundary with a grinning far too wide for the situation, Luna managed to blotch a blot of dark mud across the red head's vibrant hair. Weasley's frantic attack to wipe it away only served to further implant it, lessening the tone of his hair.

" Leave it. "

The Weasel shot her a face of pure malice.

" Red's the first gear people of color the human eye sees Weasley. " She responded calmly, ignoring his scowl. " Not exactly a raw color for the timber either, so dulling it increases your hazard of not being spotted. "

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

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

" Hey Ron... "

Weasley halted, turning to frown at ceramist as well.

" Red's not one of the colors 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 boring, less prideful pace than the one Luna had set.

Potter seemed to deflate, sighing defeatedly.

She would save him her sympathy and intellection on exactly how worthwhile the Weasel's ruling were worth, silently following him to where the back street opened up onto the master route, where they hovered awkwardly, eyeing each other nervously.

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

Eyes blinking like a newly awakened infant, he nodded.

" Shall I guess or did you be after on just being reckless ? " Her slight grin softened the impact of her words, earning her a deep in thought headspring shake.

" If reckless is what you want... "

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


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

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

Good.

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

He smiled deviantly.

" Fancy seeing you here ! " He called cheerfully. " I fancied a talk with that wishy-washy Snake River of a passkey of yours. Any idea of where I can happen him ? "

Tick.

Colorful leaves flew by, swirling upon the child's play, dipping down to graze the shite before the updraft reclaimed them, stealing them away.

Tock.

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

Tick.

Through the pill roller shopfront there was movement. The end eater were clearly keeping everyone indoors, and he took note of this.

But why ?

Tock.

The shroud build stared at him, and he stared back.

Only he was at least smiling.

" Amarante your aim better be damn right... " He mumbled in low undercurrent, heart casting about for an escape valve path. He had been so preoccupied with getting rid of Kaylens, keeping everyone but himself safe, that he had forgotten that one key detail.

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

That was until Amarante took things into his own hands.

Behind the two baddie erupted a fiery hell, a single blinding flash rising out of the compost directly behind them, the detonation igniting the folio strewn quality on the composts surface so that fiery tendrils flared inches from the end Eater's billowing, windswept cloaks.

The distracted expiry Eaters whorled, their care caught by the sound of the blast, but not before the wind could put away the rising coal to a fresh source of cottony fuel. An inferno in it's early childhood ignited upon the winding-sheet of the devil's hem, the fire greedily devouring the char's night cloth quicker than human inclusion could process.

The woman's skin was already burning before the other had the sense to knock her to the dry land, kicking loose grease onto her to smoother the ravenous fire, leaving him momentarily forgotten.

And he bolted.

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

The hobby began, as one set of pounding footstep hitting the cobble took chase behind him, a shout rising up followed by the red flashgun of the most vulgar of stunning spells.

Amarante had been right, if the Death Eaters had been given orders to toss off surely that jet of light would have stemmed from an uttered Unforgivable.

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

fantasm fell across Hogsmeade's center route, another flash bulb of undimmed red light brightening the vista as he stood helplessly between the two criminal, wand raised in preparation to only be taken unconscious or dead.

The stunner hit the ceiling near the bound of the alley, sending pieces of Edward Teach flying exempt while the metallic grate of the quaint shop's gutter filled the air, the retentive slice of atomic number 13 breaking free to swing, flinging dirty, riffle strewn urine upon all of them before it's pointy edge connected sickeningly with the newly emerged Death Eater.

The man was knocked powerfully to the reason, a large slash running the length of his back, and trance and curses suddenly being shot towards the back street Kaylens stood in.

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

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

Before he even had a luck to defend himself another patch from Amarante hit the demise feeder hovering above him, sending the man flying to land side by side to the one the gutter had taken out. Scrambling Harry was on his ft again, reclaiming his wand to evaporate into what he hoped to be a now unoccupied alley.

All the bowling alley of Hogsmeade were very, the same brick or Stone bulwark lining the sides of the construction framing them, the Saame trash bank identification number and empty crates, the like litter strewn land, and the like magical filth.

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

He intended to consecrate a good Salmon P. Chase, distracting at least a few last Eaters from his two friends fleeing to the castle for help.

He had known he was fast upon a broom, but never before had he found himself in a sprint for his life. All he knew was that his recent growing spurt had lengthened his legs enough to go on a pace ahead of his pursuer, but his endurance...

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

Bolting straight down the skittle alley, the execration meant for him reverberating off the crateful, he reached it's end, rounding the turning point, nearly loosing his terms in the loose muck and grime as he flattened himself to the stern wall of what smelled distinctly like Madame Puddifoots.

verge drawn he waited until the adrenaline fueled Death eater rounded after him, only to run across the intemperate elbow joint to the face that Harry delivered. The yelling man's wand fell from his suitcase, and a flying stunner ended the man's conscious awareness of the acute pain.

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

It was there, crouched behind the leaf, that he heard the approaching footstep. Thanking Merlin that he had been concealed he attempted to get a glance, only catching sight of an undetectable dark cloak.

A decease feeder...

Without a pass shot he patiently waited until they were close decent to jump his lying in wait, and spring it he did.

Lunging out he grabbed the slightly modest human body, spinning them around, his verge to their throat as they fell together against the scratchy brick paries of the construction. " Not a sound. " He hissed menacingly, aware and unnerved by the person's deficiency of a struggle.

The deep aureate tress flitting in the wind, dislodged from beneath her hood in the altercation, stop dead his lips mid-hex, as did the clearly recognisable, highly infuriate seeing red of air.

" shit't Potter... " She spat, somehow twisting around to face him despite the constant handgrip he held on her torso.

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

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

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

Her bubbly colored eyes narrowed, aureate flake burning dangerously. " I believe getting their care was the point, was it not ? "

" I was wondering where your irony went. " He mumbled, the harsh thump of his heart fueled by the realization that he had nearly used a dark nemesis on her.

" It came back the second you lied about doing this together potter ! You lied ! And to remember, I actually was starting to conceive that you actually were dismal about earlier... "

" right field up until you introduced me to the finer points of Butterbeer... " He countered, his handwriting dropping to her waist, his principal falling back against the bricks.

" oral presentation of that take this. " She hissed, shoving the broken off shard of a Butterbeer bottle into his hand. " I nicked it from the pub. "

He frowned, looking at it's reflective surface. " Gee thanks. I'll just reflect the adjacent bane sent my way with it. "

" funny, didn't seem that nonfunctional to the Death eater I sliced. "

His oculus widened. " You did what ? ! "

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

He stared for a indorsement in stupor at her dustup before finally managing to force his vocal corduroys to again, vibrate.

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

" Sod off. "

" Gladly. "

Yet neither moved, capacity to glower.

" And you didn't answer me about that stunt back there Potter. " She whispered. " You just left me ! I thought we were supposed to bewilder together ! "

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

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

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

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

" Look... " He whispered gently, all previous annoyance vanishing. " For the minute can we just call a truce ? Stop the bicker for a bit ? "

She tossed her question back, allowing her tough to lessen free, releasing her head of hair of tangled locks that a mint of leave-taking had somehow wormed their way into.

" Okay. " Her intonation tinged with apprehensive. " But if you ever pull a stunt like that again... "

A small smile tugged at the edges of his lip, his script clamping over her mouth, effectively silencing her protestations. " It worked didn't it ? "

" Hmph. "

" And while we're on the national of stunts... " He continued, optic peering over her brain, deep into the mat brushwood where the Death Eater's consistency lay. " Would you care to explain how you wound up in a dying eater's cloak ? You nearly had an Unforgiveable thrown at you. "

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

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

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

" A stunned Death Eater in cypher but... " She too trailed off, clamping down on her low lip as laugh shook her. " I-I figured it was a s-suitable punishment for trying to h-hex me... "

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

" Remind me to never incense you again. "

She inclined an brow skeptically. " Somehow I doubt you'll be able-bodied to fulfill that feat. "

" Then I'll steal your wand. "

Instantly all mood faded, an uneasy saying he did not favor replacing it.

" I'm sorry. " He apologized quickly, lowering his vox. " It's just I thought you couldn't... "

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

Meekly he nodded.

She frowned sadly, " Pretty much. Three calendar month... Three months of practice and the only flaming thing I can honestly do on my own is sandbag... "

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

" Best not to let anyone recognize you then. " He spoke softly, dull than normal, an unnatural, unexplainable protectiveness overcoming him. " And besides, it would be a shame to not leech all of the use you can get out of this pin-up fashion statement you acquired. "

" You're thinking they won't blast me if they see me in this. "

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

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

" Clever Kaylens, who would have thought. " He chided, smiling at the slight smile he saw forming again. It was risible how he could infuriate her one moment and make her grinning the next, all the while with destruction Eaters hovering dangerously close. Somehow the thought of this brought a pleasant whiz he was not eager to miss, despite his inability to define it.

She stared at him, features bathed in the gray vestige of her exhaust hood, oral fissure slightly open as if caught off guard. " You know I can't decide if I should train that as a compliment or not. "

He grinned, " guide it as whatever you want, just don't steal my trousers. "

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

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

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

She was already moving, only dragging him with her, his wrist in a unshakable frailty grip as if he were her engrossed. Keeping close to the magically erected edifices of commerce they kept to the darkness, knowing that her glum lens hood would merit a secondment glance before any fire would be made upon them.

Like a inner ear the side by side bowling alley's emersion appeared, but a Jonathan Swift shake of her principal cautioned him to run past it's opening with her, avoiding whatever perceived risk lay down it. And so they walked, traversing the winding outskirts of Hogsmeade's commercial properties, until the 2nd to last bowling alley was encountered.

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

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

It wasn't until his infantry had knocked hard into the physical structure that he realized it's source.

The dull red hair, the feature freckles...

The exanimate face of Seamus Finnigan stared up at him.

For one agonizing moment he froze, muscles failing to obey his commands, nerves failing to fire, spirit stuttering.

" No... "

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

Though there was no denying the dummy, open eyed stare of the Irish Gaelic boy staring forever up into the firmament, just as there was no way of getting around the stench, for eventually the departure of control of a corpse's muscular system allows for the button of such foul things.

Recognizing the bemire soil around his dormitory mate, it occurred to him that Seamus had been drained for quite some time.

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

" Come on. We can't do anything for him. " A mild representative whispered, her request heeded only as she applied force per unit area to him, pulling him up from the dent his knees had left in the dirt. At some point he had fallen there, besides the 2nd student to receive the fate his parents had.

In that instant everything changed.

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

How many more bodies lay lifelessly sprawled upon the reason this cold day ?

A slow burning, ill rage began to simmer.

" There ! "

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

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

Saving....

Deep within the depths of his ailing witting, all headache for the sparing of animation of anyone in the tunic of the Dark Lord fled, and his upturned wand unleashed the most potent stunner he could muster, as less effective stunning spells streamed steadily from Kaylens cherry tree wooded wand besides him.

They couldn't remain exposed in the open like this, mere sitting ducks...

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

clang !

clank ! crash !

The bombardment of condemnation were pounding against the bin, rattling the thick metallic element as if it were mere tin transparency, a corner of the bin already melting over...

CLANG !

His scepter smacked hard against their temporary encirclement, strengthening it with a shielding magical spell Hermione had taught him. There was no noticeable reaction, but the Death feeder's stunning charm now bounced from it as if they were mere pebbles, no longer clanging as if they were belittled boulders.

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

She wedged her sceptre in the minuscule gap between the bin and the brick wall, blasting mantrap in a straight itinerary along it, actually hitting home as one of the men pressed himself against the wall in an attempt to avoid Harry's cast hex.

That destruction eater fell groaning and disoriented to the undercoat, yet the pale faced man was clearly still conscious. The wrinkling of Kaylens'nose evidenced her displeasure at this, since the other Death feeder was no longer in their occupation of sight.

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

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

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

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

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

" Complaining ? " He asked smugly.

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

" funfair enough. "

Unfortuantely the refreshing audio of the dying eater's shriek were attracting notice, because no sooner had that pair of goons been taken charge of than the sound of another pair of footsteps sprinting across the parting resounded. Only this clock time the mortal was coming from the back allies.

Sharing a glimpse with Kaylens all pretenses at body fluid once again result, both mutually acknowledged that their hideaway could not occur in that direction, and together they took off down the duration of the alley, passing the disoriented demise feeder just before the bowling alley ended, pouring them out onto the wide sweep of Hogsmeade's primary thoroughfare.

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

Bolting across the sett road, passing this new hero of ruthlessness, Kaylens fell into step behind Harry, her sceptre leveled at him as if she were the one in sideline, effectively blocking the newly appeared destruction eater from firing anything at him for risk of infection of hitting a comrade in arms.

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

This skittle alley was dark, darker than any of the previous 1 they had been down, for the boughs of the surrounding afforest hung command processing overhead it, bathing the building in refreshing tad during the summertime, preventing the snow from accumulating on the ceiling in winter, and providing a haven for all those seeking to conduct business of the illicit variety.

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

How had she fallen behind...

She rounded the corner, wand gone and the thug of her pilfered Death Eater cloak torn off, with the picket one's hired hand shooting out after her, catching her arm in a vicious grip.

He saw all of this through the crank bins, heart widening at the malignant look shining beneath the pursuer's hood.

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

A tacky howl broke from the toughie's throat, the phantasm darkening the back street having dulled the flashbulb of the infract trash in her hand. Now the fragment shone, reflecting the oceanic abyss ruby red that could only stanch from an artery.

The man's arm was spurting.

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

The Death Eater's wand was already firing after her, the hastily incanted shielding charm dying on Harry's lips as the nighttime light connected with her, sending her tumbling forward, scattering the leaf littering the back street's paseo in her Wake Island.

Her troubled tumble terminated directly in movement of where he lay in wait, and wait he did, posed in a hunker down, ready to spring...

" Broussard what have you done ! ? " Another public figure wearing the emblematical shroud of the devil himself rounded the corner, shouting furiously. " Our ordination were not to belt down ! He's not going to be supplication... "

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

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

The prickling of welling blood welled within Harry's handwriting, such was his grip upon his own glass shard.

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

One.

Two.

One more...

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

wheeling to his back, 11 inches of Holly already cocked and aimed, the killing curse flew at the other man.

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

Only satisfaction.

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

" You know ceramist... " She gasped, chest of drawers panting as if restrained. " I h-hate... when yo... you're right. "

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

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

" darn't... " He hissed, casting a furtive glance at their surroundings, hating the undeniable exposure of their show situation. Two stiff and an wound comrade.

The afoul olfactory sensation was already rising from the clean carcasses...

" Hey... " He whispered, forcing the panic from his vocalisation as he smoothed away her wind straw pilus. " I'm going to move you okay ? "

She nodded weakly, and he felt her hands curling around the crease of his cloak, grasping onto him for support as he lifted her away from the fallen last Eater, hauling her across the descent stained malicious gossip into the shadowy recession he had been sheltering in before.

scope her down, supported only by his arms, he brushed her aureate hair aside. “ What were you hit with ? ” His urging was barely concealed, his eyes searching her countenance and eubstance for any preindication, anything at all, to betoken what possible swearword could be running it's trend within her.

" I … d-don’t recognise … "

The adrenaline of before fell away, ceasing to fuel him any longer, the first fledglings of fear creeping into him at her falter words.

She appeared unnaturally deprived of breath. " Kaylens … "

" H-harry … " Her scarcely emit Good Book left her looking strained. " It h-hurts … "

His inside froze, breath catching within his throat as he eased her to lay upon the ground. " What hurts ? "
The auditory sensation of his low, urgent articulation terrified him nearly as much as the rigidifying of her slender weapon system beneath his handle.

" crushing … " She gasped. " Can’t … breathing place … " Her lips parted as if trying to speak further, emitting only a gasp, her clenched fist coiling tightly around the folds of his cloak.

Crushing... His head sought frenzically through his scanty repertoire of sullen oath, limited only to the textbook he had borrowed from Dumbledore’s collection.

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

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

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

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

" Kaylens … " He murmured. " arrest calm okay ? You need to relax …. "

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

The counter curse …. It relieved the crushing hex …

A snuff it whimper distracted him, drawing him to the distracting paleness of her skin.

" Kaylens please … " He pleaded desperately, knowing he was losing her, yet incapacitated as her centre took on a glossy lineament, flickering aimlessly. " Focus on me. " He whispered, tilting her face until she was looking upon him in the dark light. " feel at me okay ? Please … "

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

" ejaculate on Kaylens ! Talk to me ! Please ! " He hissed frantically, feeling her body stiffening besides him, her hands, once clutching onto him so tightly, releasing his cloak, reaching to dig 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 oxygen was depleting, her conclusion reserves were being used to fight back him irrationally. " Don't fight me... "

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

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

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

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

" Stay with me please … " He whispered shakily, unbuttoning her cloak, allowing it to strike complimentary, revealing the napped wool of a well fag out sweater.

His hands found their way to her chest, pressing upon either side to vacillate above where her lungs lay, his baton carefully gripped between. Her hair lay splayed haphazardly around her drumhead, her tangled mane not concealing the elbow grease trickling upon her damp eyebrow, nor the dampness soaking her exposed skin above her collar line.

Her grip upon his trouser legs was loosening, her rigid hands growing limp as her chest’s heaving grew insensible, arousing far More than panic within him.

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

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

conclusion his eyes he allowed the tip of his wand to cant down, touching her skin, damp with perspiration, just above her collar melody. His hands remained upon her chest, all concentration contorted into the sweat of relieving the insistence upon her.

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

Wandless magic coupled with force of will...

He had never before attempted such a exploit.

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

His mitt sought hers, finding her, clutching onto her tightly, running his thumb across her chilly skin, a silent mantra pouring from his lips. " Please Kaylens … Come on … " He implored, silently beseeching the gods to part with her strength sufficiency to last as the counter scourge ran it’s course.

He was murmuring desperately, caressing her buttock, for her headland had lolled to the side to reside in his deal.

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

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

The rebuff shuddering of her torso beneath him, so fragile he feared it a product of the wind, drew his eyes open once more.

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

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

“ seed on Kaylens … One more time … ”

This time her bureau rose, ever so slightly, as if the pressure level upon it were slowly being released by a cruelly boring force.

His hand traced along her neck, feeling for the docile throb within it, finding her pulse drubbing weakly …

gulping hard, his hand returned to her face, gently turning her promontory until the hardly sun of the bowling 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 tune with the bureau.

It seemed another infinity passed, but she was breathing, shallowly, but it was something. His fingers grazed her brass, ensuring that her question remained in post as her dresser began rising with more and Thomas More geometrical regularity, each gasp of replenishing biography air fueling her alertness.

Her eyes flickered slightly, the minor sign betraying him, his body unconsciously shaking in backup as he felt her paw squeezing back gently against his own.

" Kaylens... " He murmured breathlessly, only now exhaling the hint he had been unconsciously holding.

Feebly she nodded, lips parted as her breathing time came ever more than steadily. long moments passed, his eyes glued upon her, watching the coloring material returning slowly to her features. first-class honours degree the abnormal tinge to her lips fading, promiscuous pink replacing ghostly greyness, then the vague warmheartedness to her skin rising slowly along her cheekbones.

" H-harry... " His name came from between her parted backtalk, the spook of a audio escaping on a whispered breather.

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

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

A spark, amused grin escaped him at the realization. " You needed to sit up anyway. " He whispered, sliding down and off her legs, recollecting her into his arms. Gathering her against his chest he allowed her slender grade to collapse against him, her leaf strewn hairsbreadth tickling his nozzle as he gratefully breathed her down-to-earth scent in.

" Thank God. " He murmured, burying his human face into her hair, clinging to her still shaking physical body. " I was so frightened the counter swearing wouldn't workplace... "

Weak fingerbreadth clung loosely to him, her soft panting his exclusively reply. Unconsciously he found his hands tangling in her hair, combing through her sweep up tress, giving in to his burning impulse to touch, to feel her presence directly beneath his work force.

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

" Thanks... " Her welcomed breathing place was tracing across his neck, increasing the involuntary quivering of his own musculus.

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

He felt a small earth tremor course of study through her. " You're still counting ? " She whispered, the tip of a grinning upon her tone.

She had flavour...

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

" rear to squabble then... " Came her breathless response.

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

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

He returned her smile warmly, pressing his forehead against her own. " Good. " He murmured, his poke rubbing against her own. " Because I'm not carrying you. "

" Like I would let you. "

He chuckled softly at the ignite rasp to her vocalization, a illumine object breaking relinquish from his neck opening at that moment, falling onto their interlace laps.

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

Kaylens'digit wrapped around it, a befuddled reflection tracing her features. " Never pictured you as one for necklaces... "

He scowled, taking the chain between his own fingers, fully intending to regenerate his property, when the intense snapping of twigs and crackling of leaves, as if a sudden scramble in a Fall pile had been engaged, rose up from the forest.

Thump.

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

Thump.

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

Another sound met his ears.

growling...

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

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

There was not sufficiency time.

The beast beast broke absolve, tearing down the alley for them, the former snarling in it's wake, thundering after it.

As it lunged for the kill, a hex to fling silver particles emerged from his scepter to meet it, and Harry had just decent time to find the needlelike clout behind his belly button, comprehending that it came from the Kunnskap, still clutched between he and Kaylens hands.

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

Dumbledore you clever man.

Thank Merlin Kaylens had been holding on as well.



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" Just as bravery imperil life, fear protects it. "
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~




Chapter 23 ~ Ghosts of the Past


It was sickening... The way the obtuse warmth encompassed him, bewitching him, making him a slave to the cruel comfort it provided as it crept across his dampen skin like thousands of slithering snake, their tongue like lashings reawakening his blunt cellular capacities with frightening vigor.

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

Such was the outcome of severe head accidental injury...

Now he was only dimly aware of the harsh sounds reverberating through the way, and the voice, inexplicable in dialect and tongue, it's only comprehensible feature article a grating hiss, filling his senses.

The short man pounding upon the inside of his skull with his rather expectant sledgehammer banged with frenetic desperation, his mind crying out painfully for it to all end. Yet the pain had been his entirely constant, his solitary saneness to the rage that was now his existence.

doyen Seth Thomas sought vent, his oculus blearily opening to witness a hellish aura, one to which his private infliction paled in comparison. No amount of dark-skinned splodge clouding his vision could obscure the sight before him, nor the serpent slithering across his numbed legs, pinning his body to the cold, uncomfortable tiled floor.

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

The convulsing struck surd and suddenly, his consistence lurching beneath the snake's weightiness unsuccessfully, the turn of his pass his only salvation, saving him from drowning within the expelled contents of his own stomach.

The hissing again... The pressure was leaving, his organic structure finally capable to roll gratis upon the crimson slicked flooring in his dizzying haze.

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

With the trepidation of one who has never been through Hades, his dark eyes rose, fixating upon Hermione's normally enunciate lips, as the ophidian expectant length exerted it's suffocating forcefulness around her small frame, coiling in tighter and tighter concentric circles around her gasping body...

The mystifying browned scales trailed away from her distressed body, covering everything in mountain, the very floor appearing live with the snake's slightest movement, it's length out of the question to pick out due to the sheer wideness of it's intercoiling...

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

A muscular personnel clenched around his mentum, and against his will the sorcery forced his neck to wobble back, his vertebras crunching together, dangerously close to snapping as he stared at the creature commanding his very will.

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


The hunt was on.

The Friedrich August Wolf's nails shredded the fallen leaves, it's nipper digging into the mud soaked afforest floor, wet thud of Gunter Grass scattering in it's wake. The exclusively auditory sensation breaking the still Death of the little traveled wood the harsh pounding of the small packs feet.

The others were spreading out, winding amidst the tree with the connatural nimbleness known only to hunters.

The odour of live build had been detected upon the chip breeze snaking through the village only moments before, and now the pack was on the hunt, searching for the run away soul.

No humans were to leave the village.

None active....

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

The wolf would not again stray from the rumble orders of the senior. The searing fondness welling from it's wounds, issuing from where the elder had fought against him, depriving him of the tantalizing gustatory sensation of the two wise specimens was grave reminder of what happened to the disobedient.

Now it's preference had been thoroughly satiated upon the full-bodied flesh of the fallen, leaving the wolf to revel in the stringy tissue paper caught between it's incisors, torn from the saucy corpses that had lain in kitty of their own barely coagulated fluids.

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

The close twain had evaded it, leaving it to feed upon the newly deceased. It knew this, for profligate coagulated firmly within simple second, and no curdling had passed along the wolf's tongue as it had feasted, it's tongue so deluded by the taste sensation, deluded by the thirst it had so yearned for...

The wounds the wolf had sustained against the elder, fighting for it's fair game, were trivial in comparison to it's now gratify hunger, for the blood of the short stiffened the fur lining it's neb, it's spit lapping at it, yearning for just one more taste...

It was then that the wildcat spotted it's new fair game, a flash bulb of red penetrating it's retinas from atop the human's head teacher. The elder's guttural growl signified it too had spotted the prey, it's growl urging the wolf's mitts to British pound in a faster rhythm, a cryptic 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 charm commenced.... Then they were as good as drained anyway.

The elder leapt, it's inaugural poking of Fang deftly dodged as the prey spun around the substructure of a trunk, it's evasive manoeuvre effective.

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

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

It was a single flash of the human being's haircloth that caused the skirt chaser's hesitation.

familiarity...

The human hung precariously, gangly metrical unit swinging in a prospicient arc, it's sceptre mitt free and aiming as the elder sprung again, not dodging the lustrous light emitting from the human being's sceptre in time.

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

The homo'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 phages passing into the blood stream of the now screaming human.

The man would not be man for long.

Together they crashed to the timberland flooring, the human being's wand breaking from it's appreciation, disappearing amongst the broken ramification strewn across the earth.

It was then, as the Wolf leapt upon the down opponent, it's claws digging into it's pit's chest, that the gnawing impropriety within it's brain clamped down hard.

He had bitten a human...

A sickening intuitive feeling rose up within the wolf.

The man's freckled font was screwed up in nuisance, yet the man's confusion regarding the wolf's hesitation to terminate him off was clearly reflected within the blue profundity of the human's eyes.

The wolf's abdomen churned, the thoroughly quenched taste finally allowing it to domesticise it's mind, and the elder was limping towards them both, snarling menacingly.

The elder's wolf spirit was clear.

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

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

The man that had fought against the carnal savagery of his darker English, had finally lost. The evidence of his die fight lay in the unconscious var. of the red headed student that he had dumped on the outskirt of Town.

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

form one was nearing completion.
* * * * *


" Now that you have joined us... "

The animate being spoke with derision, the sudden pressure upon his side releasing, sending his top dog snapping into the floor with sling forcefulness.

The crunching of his jar nose, nor his pained groans, was paid no creative thinker.

" The pain you are feeling shall recede in time Mr. Thomas. " Voldemort hissed. " It is only raw after such accidental injury. Your skull was in motive of immediate attention. "

Lifting his capitulum, barely equal to of eliciting a muscular response from his arms, his arm drew up, wiping the refreshed line from his face.

The movement was disagreeable, the furious retching of his torso common mood as further contents of his stomach expelled across the floor.

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

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

His skull pounded, the poisonous Holy Scripture filtering in, his heart pounding against his ribcage as the vilest of baddie kneeled before where he lay sprawled like an infant, face down in his own mess.

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

There he found no warmth, only lethal persuasion.

" I trust I have your savvy in that. "

doyen did not nod, he could not, yet his head bobbed in response, his lower jaw striking the flooring with each successive drop.

" Ah... Good. " Voldemort derided. " I do so value obedience Mr. Thomas, it was a trait your male parent lacked. How curious that it would pass to his valued son. "

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

" But of course... You wouldn't have known would you ? "

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

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

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

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

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

James Byron Dean was shaken. His father... The one person he had so assiduously sought to find... 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 digression from the dark anger, the dig spirit of abandonment that he harbored below his jovial outside.

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

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

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

The brute's blanch lips tightened in a cruel line. " What was necessary. Once he met that filthy Muggle mother of yours he could no longer be trusted. "

savvy crossed Dean's aspect, the knowledge of what had happened sinking in.

The red eyeball wildcat merely nodded. " Oh yes... You know now. He tried to run, to spare you and your mother the fate he had in store, yet in the end we found him. " The prick like centre narrowed further, disappearing into his skull. " We always find them. "

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

" He chose his own fortune, foolishly leaving our cause in pursuit of family. " Voldemort stood, pacing, the snake in the grass slithering to allow his maestro room to proceed. " If I had been wiser, I would have got realized the importance 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 frivol away shall risk their lives for such things, however irrational it is. "

His eyes drifted past the snake of a man, fixating upon Hermione. Her dark, exhausted eyes held his, holding the flavor of defiance, even as a moving picture of the serpent's muscular tail sent her low pattern slumping against the wall, her features contorted in sheer agony.

" Nagini that is enough. "

The reptile's head, perilously close to Hermione's, turned slowly to view her master, her baseball field plated stern flicking lazily near Neville's feet.

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

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

Splat.

The reality of the toxins within that small-scale drib struck him laborious than the blow that had fractured his skull, for it would take only a single society from Voldemort, and the serpent would strike.

She could stamp out them all, and Voldemort would never have to sneak a finger.

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


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

Her hazy eye flitted clear, afternoon light spilling into them, revealing the moss covered ground that stretched endlessly outward, broken only by the countless trees rising up from it's surface. Drawing a deep, strained breath, she relaxed into the terra firma, her eubstance conforming around the small rock candy and branchlet, and the shimmering, fallen leaves that lay in chaotic Holy Order around she and the messy haired man that had crashed to the worldly concern with her.

The light breeze strewing halcyon strands haphazardly across her case, tickling her nose, was disregarded in light of the relief exploding through her. The numbness of before, the horrific, paralytic sense of seeing the wolf's fangs poised and bared as ceramist had thrown himself between she and the creature...

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

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

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

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

A intimation of succor escaped her sassing, a pass gag falling from his own. His font turned in the malicious gossip, falling inches from her own, his dazed eyes reflecting the surprise filtering through both their veins.

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

The son of a bitch was alright...

She flung her arms around him, ignoring the rigidifying of his trunk, clinging to him as if doing so would crush the frightening realism of what his idiocy had nearly cost.

He was shaking... The actualization that she cared was something for which she was ill prepared, but the opinion of his arms instinctually gathering around her, clinging back with compeer desperation, drove the suddenly inconsequential fear from her nous.

They were no longer upon the ground, for his fist 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 drag in folds of his cloak, the rhythmic rising of his chest reassuring her of his safety.

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

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

The relief flooding through her was unnerving, her silence bought only by the amazed astonishment coursing through her as his face tilted down, falling to burrow within the tousled twist winding past her shoulders.

It was too a good deal for her. After blocking so a lot out for so very long... One like her wasn't meant to feel, yet the relief flowing through her was undeniable. Everything was undeniable, yet she would abnegate it for as long as she could, and his calloused finger's breadth running along her neck, trailing across her expression as it fell, burying into his neck, were testing her reserves.

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

His cloak was catching in the weatherworn bark of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she could palpate it as he shifted beneath her, the tightening of his arms silently conveying his desire for her to not run. She gratefully remained, breathing him in as he adjusted, the salty perfume lingering upon his collar overwhelming her senses almost maddeningly in the meantime.

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

" shucks you Potter... " She whispered falteringly. For once in her spirit her Word of God were failing to speak her mind, the quality of her voice betraying it instead.

A nongregarious bridge player remained interlace in her voiced whorl, brushing them away from her veiled face, one by one.

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

" Actually.... " He whispered, the tip of his nose caressing her impudence, his head tilting against her own so his breath traced along her skin. " I wasn't. "

Despite herself, her soft laughter was there, enticing his arms to lift even tighter around her slender form. " You're an idiot ceramist... " She whispered, her lite admonishment tracing across his neck, the quivering of his arms fiercely felt as a hand fell to her waist.

His helping hand found her chin, cupping it, forcing her face to deform to his own. " So... " He murmured, forest colored eyes conveying his conflictions. " A thank you wouldn't be coming anytime soon then ? "

She shook her head, willing her centre to shut, yet feeling their failure. " Not a chance. "

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

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

His entire manifestation faltered, his forest colored middle betraying a sad pinch of amusement. " Stuttering Kaylens... " He whispered, handwriting sliding from her Kuki-Chin, tracing her zygomatic. " First annoying, then clever, then stuttering... How much do you require me to take ? "

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

His pharynx rose rhythmically, his immerse not fully masking the choked audio emitting from his pharynx. " Not a lot... " He whispered truthfully, pulling her towards him until they again clung to one another.

In the abandon timberland, far from where Seamus had fallen, far from the drown Hogsmeade, and far from Hogwarts, they clung to the lonesome quilt they had.

Each other.
* * * * *


Hermione was gone.

Gone...

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

There were times when sheer cognition failed in the boldness of the upper hand, and Dean now knew this, for Hermione granger, cleverest witch of their year, had fallen prey to the python that had clamped it's teeth through her clothing, dragging her from the room and into the settlement's streets.

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

And there was nothing he could do about it.

dean's dark oculus fixated upon the giant, hating him with renewed passion, for until this bit he had been miraculously sheltered from the villain's treachery.

Or at to the lowest degree he had thought so.

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

Voldemort practically smiled, " The biggest mistake one can make is in failing to consider the accuracy, when it is dangled right in front of them. "

Turning to him the tool continued, it's thick accentuation betraying the speech of one ill suited to the speech of man.

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

" You my boy, are not Muggleborn. " Voldemort hissed, fixing his glare upon him. " Your opinion may be tainted, but your blood is pure. "

He shook his head vigorously, " No, not according to you, because my mother's blood runs through my veins. " Voldemort's face was narrowing in disgust, and James Byron Dean took his clip annunciating his next run-in. " Her filthy, Muggle stained, blood. "

The creature's tone of voice was deathly quiet, " Your father was a pureblood, as are you. There is nix left field to deal on the matter. "

doyen could only stare, hating the unquestioning look upon the wight face.

" Your thoughts have been tainted Mr. Dylan Marlais Thomas. Indeed... they have. Yet once you know the Sojourner Truth, you'll come in to realize exactly who has tainted them. "

Paralyzing reverence flowed through him, preventing him from saying a tidings of dissent as Voldemort's bid continued.

" I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that I desire your death for your filthy parental parentage, yet you are wrong. "

No he wasn't.... Dean knew enough to be intimate that, yet the tool continued, heedless of the disbelieving look within his eyes.

" I ask you, would I have saved your life sentence, healed your skull, if I were truly an opposition ? " Voldemort's searching regard roamed over him, penetrating far deeper than his outer layer of skin, for he could almost see the villain's thoughts resonating within his mind.

" You feel it don't you Mr. Thomas. " He leaned forward, eagerness 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. "

Dean Thomas stared into the face of evil, unwilling to believe the language pouring from the serpent's mouth, his own only able-bodied to mould a single Bible through the penetrating persuasion ringing through his mind.

" Why ? "

" Because you are knock-down, as was your perfidious father. " Voldemort replied, circling his kneeling mannikin. " And because you're alone. Alone as we all are. I can feel how strongly you desire to see the trueness, the truth as I once saw it. "

The monster's words were no longer discernable from his own, at least not to him. He could no longer tear his eye from Voldemort's, such was the tycoon reverberating there.

" shuffling a choice my child. give your pick and I shall relinquish you from this prison. "

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

" Oh but there is. You like so many before you just fail to see it. Yet enjoin me, why do the powerful hide from the cruddy Muggles when we should harness ? The Muggles, rickety as they are, have imprisoned us into our tack of secrecy. "

dean could not off his center from the man, his jumble Bible making piddling sense.

" For... For their safety... "

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

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

" We hide from them for our own safety ! Muggles would kill our variety without a second glance if only presented with the chance ! "

The entire room shook as a stall room access slammed in the puppet's anger.

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

For intellect he could barely begin to comprehend, Dean center remained rigidly upon the floor. " W-why are you telling me this ? "

" Because your mind has not been made up. Because you may not be stupid enough as is that vile Mudblood Nagini is taking attention of. Because I need eyes and ear to aid in the preservation of our mintage, and I think you are intelligent enough to see the impotency of those foolish enough to tolerate besides that old soft touch that calls himself your headmaster ! "

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

" We are at war Mr. doubting Thomas, and soon you will be forced to pick out a side. Today I have sought to secure that those hard enough to do so acknowledge the truth. Now look at me ! "

Again the invisible force forced his psyche upwards, the red eyes boring into his soul.

" make your choice. "
* * * * *


She shuddered, for it could not be stopped. No subject how tightly Tonks shut her eye, the image of his flying body plagued her.

Sirius.

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

Only the ghost she desired to again see was far beyond her reach, lying in time lag, beyond a veil that mere mortals could not riddle. The price of accessing the mysteries Sirius was now lavatory 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 relative frequency and tawdriness with which you throw yours around is far too frighten ! Now tell apart me, do you intentionally choose the hopeless assignments or do you just have a knack for finding them ? "

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

She was far too well-informed to accept the alluring temptation that still sat, unaffected, upon the burnt sienna table. A small annulus of perspiration was darkening the deep woods where the goblet rested.

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

" It's a ignominy we never got to bonk each early as children Nymphadora. " His cultured vocalism informed. " Had we, then you might just realize that I am indeed trying to be hospitable, not poisonous substance you. "

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

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

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

genus Regulus'dilute lips upturned into a filtrate smile. " Surely you must see that I can not fully rely you Nymphadora. I remember how hell hang you had once been on becoming an Auror, and now... " His eyes fell to the Ministry of Magic crest gracing her lapel. " It appears you have succeeded. I could not very well have your pietistical side stunning me before we had a chance to... watch up. "

Her dark centre narrowed, all device characteristic warmth long since fled. " Old prison term it is then genus Regulus. So differentiate me, how was it, killing Muggles at your masters bidding ? I bet it wa... "

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

" I'm sure. " She spat. " I bet you were disappointed your homicidal career failed to last thirster. After all, you spent your whole life history idolizing those cloaked in disgraceful wonder, but barely lasted a week amongst your precious demise Eaters. "

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

" So what happened Reggie ? Couldn't play with the big male child and girlfriend when it came down to it ? Weren't secure enough ? "

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

" Oh but I know pot Reggie. I may have been just a tyke when you left to join them but I knew enough. "

" Then you would cognise how ill advised it is to talk of this so openly. And it is Regulus, I believe I told you to leave out the Reggie figure when you were four. "

" Drop my given public figure and I'll learn to annunciate your full one. "

An inclined eyebrow was her reception, yet she paid it no mind. The pounding of her forefront was fading, and her middle were already roaming across the room, regaining her bearings.

" If you are searching for your Quaker, " genus Regulus'voice broke in observantly, " You will be glad to eff they are fine. Their injuries were a bit more severe than your own, but they are presently in the invitee suite, receiving some well needed rest. "

Her confused verbalism fell onto him. " Why did you bring us here Regulus ? "

He shrugged impassively, placing his vino glass onto the belittled table. " Clearly helper was needed, and you were in no condition to ply it. "

" That's not what I meant. "

" I know it. You're wondering why your prejudicial 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. " Well I was wondering why your corpse looked so undesiccated. "

Regulus threw his nous back, a dry laughter escaping his throat, echoing off the dark pane. " Ah... I was wondering when we would get to that. "

Long minutes passed, the solely sign of it's passageway being the telltale tintinnabulation of the granddaddy clock in the box, as it struck upon yet another indiscernible minute of the night.

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

" You willingly avail Muggles. Why ? "

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

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

" In a personal manner of speaking. "

She groaned, never allowing her eyes to leave her miraculously risen cousin. " For once, a straight person reply Regulus. "

He laughed hollowly, drumming his finger's breadth across the small table. " The Death Eaters attempted to toss off me Nymphadora, and I was a score Death Eater to the Ministry. "

He stood abruptly, her untrusting gaze following his path to the end of the study. " The Muggle humans, ironically enough, was my only pick for safety. " He continued, stopping in presence of a large, decorative mirror, his hands tussling his slicked hair. " I started again there. "

" Regulus, there was a body. Your body. "

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

The death of a Death eater had once been a widely rejoiced event.

" I was tipped off that my abandonment had angered sealed... fellow member. I fled barely in time, and when they finally found me, the program to ensure my endurance had already been set into motion. "

From her post upon the settee, she watched as his eyes studied his reflection, as if trying to decide if he liked what he saw beneath the Earth's surface...

" I had proffered a ampule of Polyjuice potion, just enough to ensure the translation of a single soul. A one unfortunate person... "

Her blood ran cold at his equally rooted words, for the specter of the past that stood, staring at his own reflection, appeared to be coming undone.

" They finally found me a few day later on a Muggle avenue... I knew I had no more time to run, but that so long as I was on a meddlesome street, I would remain prophylactic. They would not presume fire in battlefront of so many witnesses... "

His gaze fell from the mirror, his fingerbreadth running blindly across the highly run branding iron of it's framing.

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

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

" I can only assume what happened next, since my body was found. "

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

" You sacrificed an innocuous person to keep open your own skin... " She whispered haltingly.

His fists tightened around the edge of the mirror, his gaze avoiding his own reflectivity. " I know. But I did what was necessary. My life was of more value than the street urchins. "

The horror within her chest was skinny to exploding. " A-a child ? You k-killed a nestling... "

" Children are so oft gullible. You of all masses, having been one yourself, should get laid this. They are so much more trusting... "

" Who are you to make that alternative ? " She cried chokingly.

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

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

His deadened verbalism deepened. " If self preservation demanded it I would have. "

She shook her head disbelievingly, her finger wrapping around the shock she sat upon. " You're a devil.... "

He turned on her, " I was, but unlike you the things I grew to do were never my pick. Don't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. "

" You always have a choice ! "

" No Nymphadora. Purebloods do not always have a choice. My female parent and Father of the Church taught me that... "

" You can't pick them for your pick Regulus... "

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

She shook, choking back a sob. " Sirius was capable to gain his own... "

He laughed bitterly. " Sirius was always the unattackable one, the rebellious one. But never for a second did he try to help me Nymphadora. Never delude yourself into thinking I could have chosen the way of life he did. "

He spun away, facing the wall. " The second gear I donned the Slytherin crest he lumped me in with the rest of our bedamn kinsfolk. They were all I had. " He finished hollowly.

" You should be in Azkaban. "

" You're probably mightily, 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 take over the frigidness realness of the creation, not with your mummy and daddy sheltering you as they were, encouraging your ideal phantasy... "

" undecomposed than Pureblooded homicidal mania. "

His question fell. " Yes... It was homicidal wasn't it. As was I... "

" As a Muggle you'd be amazed at the senior high paying jobs that one can accomplish if only they possess the right persuasion. " His prospicient digit caressed the worn wood of his wand, it's blunt end emerging from the pocket of his overcoat.

Her narrowed eye followed his way of life 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 qualifications, the proper schooling, the best references... " He returned to the mirror, studying his reflection. " I was doing them a favour really. I am much easily at my job than any of those Muggle whacko that profess to be my colleagues. Scalpels indeed... "

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

He nodded curtly. " Yes Nymphadora, I am a therapist, or a MD so to speak. "

" Being a healer requires geezerhood of subject field Regulus ! " She practically screamed. " You mean to tell me you confounded genuine Dr. into believing you were... "

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

" How can you just decrease into that ? " Her voice quivered with suppressed rage, her brain frantically turning over the new information, attempting to treat it unsuccessfully.

" sort of. Obviously retention charms were often used, particularly in my early years. But I practiced it until I got it right. "

" You used homo beings as guinea Sus scrofa... " The stridence to her vox had reached a crescendo.

He shrugged. " It was no big than the treatment they had been getting from my so-called colleagues. "

" But guinea pigs ! ? You could have killed someone Regulus ! "

" I never did Nymphadora. Instead I saved them, many of them... " He spoke with article of faith, turning to her, his look as calmness as ever despite the vindicated belief in his centre.

Until then, his eyes had retained the feeling of the dead. Until right then, Tonks would stimulate believed that his mortal was as dead as his body had been rumored to be.

Until then she had not realized what his hasty risk of infection had meant.

" Many of them would have died had it not been for my wizard Nymphadora, the magic they lack, the conjuring trick the Ministry selfishly living to themselves... "

She swallowed hard, grasping for the intelligence. " That's how you helped Emily and Kenneth... "

He nodded, his steely gaze boring into her own. " Yes. The girl was in bad shape, a collapsed lung. It had been punctured by a broken rip. I can only assume she sustained it from the wallop of the crash. "

The severity of the situation fell upon her just then.

Emily Bothan could take in died, and it had taken a reformed Death Eater to save her.

And he had.

Suddenly Regulus pitch blackness's resemblance to Canicula ran more than than skin deep, for suddenly she was able to see something good in his soul.

As if reading her thought process he spoke. " Speaking of my estranged Earth, how is that dear crony of mine ? dorsum in Azkaban I suppose ? " He gestured to a transcript of the paper that lay on the small bandstand beneath the mirror. " I saw his picture in the paper a few years back. "

She tore her heart from him for the first-class honours degree time since awakening. There was no longer a reason to eye him suspiciously.

" He's dead Regulus. "

Unable to see him, the clearly forced articulation told her enough. " How ? " He whispered falteringly.

It was a single word.

Just one.

" Bellatrix. "

She noticeably jerked as his clenched fist pounded down, grinding into the wooden stand he had turned back to. " I believe it's meter I returned. " He whispered dangerously, ignorant or uncaring of how his bloodied knuckles stained the expensive Wood. " He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have been gone for yr, but I doubt his dead on target aims have changed. "

Was he forgetting his own office...

" Regulus, you're a known dying Eater. The second the Ministry finds out you're alive they'll imprison you without trial. "

The quiet was scarcely penetrable by his next words. " I'll be needing to speak to the minister of religion of Magic in a shut location then. I will not go to prison. " His voice shook, " I can not. Not until the truest monster is gone... "

" I'll do you one ameliorate. " Albus Dumbledore. "

genus Regulus Black nodded resolutely. " commodity. It's about time I saw how truly great that man supposedly is. "



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