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So, how do I get out.
I mean, I have to, right?
Otherwise, no 'hanky panky' with ol' Evans (wink wink).
Meaning that Harry isn't born.
Meaning… the whole 'Harry Potter' universe doesn't happen (whoa!!)
Just not possible, because here I am, talking to to you.
So, yeah, I get out. Somehow.
Padfoot took Lily and scrammed. One problem out of the way.
She would probably disagree, that fiery temperament of hers. So adorable how she turns all red and huffy, those gorgeous green eyes flashing as she tries to draw her tiny little self to a more imposing height…
Hmm, getting a bit sidetracked there. Not difficult, with Evans. Fiery little temptress. And she's mine. Haven't wrapped my head around that one yet.
So, my escape.
Death Eaters closing in. Voldemort on the way. I'm trapped in the middle, in the midst of an unfathomable darkness.
Glad Lily's not here. Not that she would be any sort of hindrance. She could kick my butt any day. But, fighting here is not an option. There's a whole army here. Specifically for her. Strange. Terrifying.
No time to dwell.
The plan was in my mind the second I realized we couldn't disapparate.
Sharp, loud, harsh voices thrown around the pitch black. Confusion. No curses. Too risky, even for them.
But my plan isn't without its own risks. For the first time ever, I find myself wishing I could have chosen a smaller creature.
Pete's rat would have been out of here in a breeze
Me, a bit more difficult.
There's no other choice. The second Voldemort comes, I'm toast.
So I transform. Cloak in my mouth, nose in the air, on high alert.
Bump into something straight away. Or rather, someone.
A hot flash. Searing pain. Don't stop. Rear up, then charge, antlers down.
My senses leads me. The scent of the mangy predator is strong. I'm going in the opposite direction.
They clearly have no idea what's happening. Several more heavy bumps as I gain velocity. Violent curses and expletives. A flash of pain here and there. Lucky shots.
But I am fast. Too fast for even the werewolf to follow, if he's sensed me.
Within seconds, I'm gone.
Wounded and maybe half-bleeding to death, but safe.
I don't transform back.
Just follow my nose home...
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