Chapter 3- The seven Potters
"The day is finally here Helmsley, the last time you or me would ever have to stay in this place!" Hunter grinned as he packed everything near and dear to him in his truck. Especially his mom and dad's photo as well as his lightning bolt sledgehammer. The moment he finished did he run down the stairs to see if his uncle, aunt and cousin were ready to go.
"I am not leaving!" Uncle Hayman yelled. "You think I know this scam, you think I am dumb enough to fall for it! The moment we leave, Hunter is going to throw a party and sell the house from under us, that's what's going on!"
"Why the hell would I want this dump? I got a place of my own. You know that! Besides this is being done for your own safety, for all I know, I could die when this is all said and done so trust me for the first time in your miserable lives with this!"
"Wait… die?" Kurtley asked. "Hunter… you can't… whose going to look after you?"
The moment was rather touching. Kurtley was concerned for Hunter's well being for the first time… well… ever. "I got friends to watch my back, these guys can hold their own… it's you that I am worried about. Like it or not… we're family damn it. Vincemort could use you as bait, we can't risk that,"
"As if you would come and save us" smirked Uncle Hayman, Hunter had to think that over as well… Would he go and save them from Vincemort? Despite the way they treated him? Needless to say, he didn't wish to find out!
Kurtley looked to his aunt and uncle. "We need to listen to him…"
His aunt Molly agreed as did Uncle Hayman… eventually. There was an odd car that pulled up into the driveway… the man behind it was all the more strange. He came out in a wiggling motion… like a worm. "Oh God, they did send him" Hunter growled lowly.
"Sent who?" Uncle Hayman asked. He peered out the window and nearly jumped at the sight before him.
"His name is the Boogieman, I thought they would send someone a little more… normal than that" Hunter sighed. There was a knock at the door, Hunter reluctantly opened it as the tall freak stood there, and he smiled and bashed a clock over his head, sending the family screaming.
"I've come to getcha ya!" he said in a very strange tone.
"Ok, can you at least TRY and act normal? You're freaking the hell out of them!" Hunter pleaded. He knew if the family didn't go, there would be trouble. "Guys come on! He was sent by the Ministry to get you to safety trust me for the love of God!" he pleaded.
The family did manage to settle down, he helped them move their luggage out into the odd car in the driveway. Inside the vehicle was a miniature version of the Boogieman; he was in the driver's seat and waiting for everyone to get into the car. Hunter said nothing as he turned to go back into the house. "HUNTER!" Kurtley called. He turned to face his strange cousin. He was silent at first until he said. "You be careful too… right?" he asked.
"You know me, careful is my middle name!" Hunter grinned.
"More like trouble" growled Uncle Hayman.
He watched his aunt, uncle and cousin get into the car, as they drove down the street did he hear them all scream, Hunter could see the big Boogieman just offered them all a fist full of worms.
Hunter went back into the house and looked over everything one last time. The place he use to sleep under the stairs, his now empty room and the special spot on the rug where Helmsley ate Kurtley's metals and threw them up shortly after. "Memories" he sighed as he looked to the clock.
When it stuck seven, the sun had just sent, there soon came a commotion in the backyard. Hunter went to see his friend Stephoine and Chris. Along with Showgrid, Lazy Eye, Jason, Adam, Stacy, Nash, the dark thief, Lillian, Kevin Thorn, Val and the strangest of them all… Dante!
"What the hell is all of this?" Hunter demanded. "I thought this was going to be an easy escape plan?"
"Plans change as you well know Hunter, Not to mention the arrangement. You'll be flying with Showgrid" Lazy Eye announced.
Hunter had to step back in utter shock. "Showgrid? But I thought I was to be going with you!"
There was confusion in the air and it only grew worst, Jason and Adam burst into the kitchen and began to take out vials of brew. Hunter recognized the contents of the glass jars, shape shifting potion.
"Someone ratted out the location and time of the move, luckily we heard ahead of time that the bastards know about it," explained Dante.
"How the hell do they know about this move?" Hunter demanded.
"Dirtsheets" everyone announced. "So, we are going to trick them by creating seven Hunter Potters. Ladies, gents, grab your potion and a hair!" called out Nash.
Hunter was confused at first until Adam came from behind and took a snip of his hair. "Thank you" he grinned as he placed it into the potion.
"WHOA! Wait! You can't what if one of you get hurt… or worst! You cannot risk yourselves because of me!"
"Hunter, it's the only way, you know it, and we know it. So shut it and let us help you!" Stephoine growled as she swallowed down the potion. The change was rapid in his friends who were quickly to leave and change into different clothing. All matched Hunter's.
Chris was rather impressed with the physic, as Stephoine got stuck. "I forgot to take the bra off," she said in Hunter's voice. Not matter how serious she tried to make it sound. Everyone was laughing their ass off at her. The laughs only grew as she tried her best to take it off from under her shirt, yet due to time restraint she left it on. "Can't complain about the support though!"
"Steph you don't need one, you're flat chested now remember?" smirked Chris. Hunter in particular was a good sport about it. The fake Hunters were then given the same looking trunk that he use, a silver painted sledgehammer and a dragon. Luckily for all of them, the dragons were all the same size and color as Helmsley. It helps that they were his kids too!
"Ok, the arrangements are as follows. Potter with Showgrid on the cycle. Adam you are with Thorn freestyle. Lillian with Val on the thestrals, Thief with me, Jason with Nash on the broomstick, Stephoine with Stacy on a dragon, Chris you're with the Dante guy" Lazy eye announced.
Chris nodded his head and stared at Dante. "Uh… how the hell are you going to fly me?" Chris asked.
Dante only smiled. "You'll see soon enough"
"Ok, everyone know the plan?" questioned Nash.
"No" Hunter called out.
"Good, move out!"
"What the hell" growled Hunter as he walked out into the backyard, there was a dragon and thestrals awaiting there along with a strange motorcycle and oversized broomsticks. Hunter was glad at least he had a seat on the bike… that was until Showgrid pointed to the little side seat for Hunter. "Great… I get to fit my ass in that?" he demanded.
"Well it's that or you sit behind me holding on for dear life!" Showgrid snapped back.
Hunter went with the lesser of two evils and sat in the little side seat. He watched as Kevin Thorn rise off the ground with Adam. The dragon carried the trunk with little hesitation. His attention then turned to Dante who transformed into a human dragon! "Sh-t" Hunter uttered under his breath. Chris got up onto his shoulders and looked petrified.
"Remember our meeting points!" called out Nash. "We take off now!"
Everyone kicked off the ground at the same time. Fear was in the air as they all came from the back yard, yet the moment they did, was there a black ring around them. The dead eaters were waiting! Armed with their wands out, Hunter couldn't believe it. There were so many, and Vincemort was among them.
"Give us the boy, and no one gets hurt… wait… which is the real Potter?" one asked aloud. In a bold move Dante began to fly out at a rapid speed. Chris was cursing him as a group went after Dante, Thorn followed heading in the opposite direction. Lazy eye and the others soon followed chase, all heading off in a different direction.
Chaos erupted from the night sky, curses where flying about madly. "What the hell are we going to do?" Hunter yelled to Showgrid.
He said nothing at first until he began to fiddle with the buttons. "Try and lose them of course!"
Hunter kept turning around and saw four dead eaters giving chase, a curse just missed him by the ear. "What the hell!" he growled, reaching for his wand, he was prepared to fight back.
"DON'T!" Showgrid yelled at him. "Or else they will know you're the real Potter! Don't fight back!"
"But we're sitting ducks!"
A curse came right at them, however Helmsley shielded him. His wing went up and took the blow. There came a look over his dragon's face as he squirmed out of Hunter's arms. "Don't you dare!" he warned his dragon… he dared.
Helmsley took to the skies and charged head on into the dead eaters. He knocked one instantly off his broom as one tried to take aim with a weapon. Hunter was pissed since he couldn't go back now for his faithful pet, and now there were only two dead eaters after them… until they came.
The air grew cold as the winds became bitter. Tormentors were making their way to them. "Aw hell" growled Showgrid.
Hunter saw no other alternative, he cast the Begonus charm… instantly as the Tormentors were blown away did the army of dead eaters began to give chase. Leading them was Vincemort. "Bloody Hell, this is not good" Hunter growled. Showgrid tried to lose them by kicking in the turbo drive on the cycle. It got them a good distance away while blasting those who were close enough with a spell of dragon's fire.
They were out of sight for but a moment, yet quickly caught up, Vincemort was particularly fast. He began to fire curse after curse at Hunter, yet missed due to Showgrid's dodging. However the strangest thing was yet to come. Vincemort gained ground and was about to launch another curse. Hunter had his wand on his lap. It levitated before him. He grabbed the handle… and a powerful blast came from it! Hunter said nothing nor thought of any spell to cast… it did it all on it's own. "Well I'll be damned!" he smirked as he watched Vincemort fly out of sight. His troubles were over… or so he assumed. The cycle began too chug loudly… before it began to backfire. "This isn't good" Hunter said aloud.
"No… we're going to crash!" Showgrid said, the cycle began to plunge to the earth; they went through an odd shielded area, protected by a spell before landing in swamp water. Hunter was thrown from the bike and skidded across the dirt roughly. He landed with a sickening thud into the mud. He was out cold for but a moment, once his sight regained he tried to find Showgrid.
He didn't know where the hell he was, or what happened to his giant friend. "Show? You here? SHOW!" he called out; the bike lay before him in scattered bits, unsalvageable… yet… where was Showgrid? Hunter clenched onto his right arm as his legs throbbed in pain. He passed out just as he heard someone coming his way. He prayed to God it wasn't the Dead Eaters.
