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PROLOGUE
James Potter looked wildly around the circular room, his hand shaking slightly as he wielded his wand, eyes swiveling from one dark figure to another. A mask of bravery hid the fear on the thirteen year old's face.
Behind him, ten year old Lily, just a little girl, was crying and shaking in fear, sitting against a wall and clutching a limp body, Albus. The twelve year old had already been knocked cold.
"You stay away! You here!?" He shouted at his foes. They laughed coldly, sending chills down his spine.
His right hand still clutching his wand, James allowed his left hand to feel along the wall behind him. Panic filled him when it felt nothing. With one last shred of hope, he kicked out his leg behind him. A faint clang of metal. So faint that only he and Lily heard it.
"Oh you can try to be brave." one of his opponents hissed. "But we know the truth."
Another one cackled. "We can smell fear. You reek of it!"
"Lily," the boy whispered as the enemy rattled on. "behind me, there's a vent."
"James no!" She exclaimed quietly, knowing what he was saying.
"It's the only way!" He hissed.
"You can never escape!" One of them yelled.
James gulped, stealing himself. "Oh yea?" With that challenge, he suddenly whirled around, pointing his wand at the small vent.
"Alohomora!" He screamed causing the vent to pop open. "Lily go!"
"James-!" She cried.
"Take Al and go!" He ordered as the foes rounded on him, drawing their own wands. "I'll hold them off!"
Tears streaming down her face, Lily grabbed Al's body and slid into the vent, quickly beginning to drag her brother through. She may have been young but she understood what James had done, the vent was too small for their large captors but it would take a while to get through it. James was going to risk his life to give Lily and Al time, time to live.
"You son of a-" The man's shout was cut off by James shooting a spell at him. With a growl, the man dodged it.
The thirteen year old boy lasted approximately one minute before he found his wand flying out of his hand and his body being slammed against a wall.
He cried out in pain as rough hands tossed him into the center of the room. Suddenly, he was lifted into the air again, being held up against someone with an iron grip.
""What're we gonna do wit' 'im?" the man who was holding the struggling boy asked.
"First off, someone get to wherever the other two will end up!" An authoritative voice commanded. "As for this one, he deserves a little punishment doesn't he? Torture him. Oooh and kill one of the little ones."
"NO!" James screamed. With all his remaining might, the black haired boy kicked out at his captor and found himself falling to the ground.
Without pausing, he ran, heading straight for the vent and diving in. One of the men tried to follow him, only to find themselves stuck.
Adrenaline coursing through his body, James hurried down the vent, pulling his body along with strength he didn't know he possessed. Soon, he had caught up with Lily who was struggling to pull Albus along.
"James!" She screamed, the relief evident on her face. "James, I can't get his through. We're gonna be stuck! We're gonna die!" She sobbed hysterically.
He stroked her hair gently. "No we're not. Not if we keep moving." His voice was kind but firm. "I'll take Al."
He pulled the limp body onto his back and kept moving, keeping Lily in front of him and in sight.
"James, we've reached a gate!" Her voice exclaimed.
"Good, excellent." he said, hoping what he was saying was true.
Praying that the gate would open up to outside, he pointed his wand at it from over Lily's shoulder, "Alohomora!"
It popped open and James nearly sighed in relief at the sunlight that came blazing in.
"Go!" He urged his sister.
She did as told, jumping into the daylight followed by Al's body and then James.
"THERE THEY ARE!" A voice called.
James turned around in surprise and felt a plummeting feeling. They were all there, running towards them. He had a few meters head start but there were so much more of them.
"LILY RUN!" He screamed, tossing Al's body over his shoulder and grabbing her hand.
He pulled her along, running faster than he ever had in his life, shooting random curses behind him in an attempt to slow the charging heard of enemies.
"James! Motorbikes!" Lily exclaimed, pointing a few meters in front of them.
A wild and crazy idea in his mind, he pulled her towards one of the motorbikes and tossed her onto it before jumping on it himself and placing his unconscious brother between them.
Frantically, he searched for the key, terrified when he couldn't find it. They were getting closer!
Closer!
They were almost onto him!
"WORK!" Lily screamed desperately at the bike.
Miracles were something James had never really believed in 'till then. But, by some wonderful twist of fate, the ten year old's accidental magic caused the bike to rumble to life and lurch forward.
"Hold on to me!" He told his sister before pressing his foot on the peddle and leaving their captors behind in the dust.
They had escaped.
Author's Note: So... this is the prologue... of a new fic... I'm going to post the first chapter in about three-five minutes... I'm prepared! I hope you like it!
Thanks!
~Foureverbookworm
