Disclaimer: Every single character in this story, except for the OCs I might make up, belongs to JK Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter.
The smell of fresh blood bloomed suddenly as a high-pitched scream tore through the air and was cut off abruptly. Vort slowed his loping run as the scent reached his nostrils. He pulled out his wand and advanced to the circle that had formed outside the front door. Several Stinging Hexes cleared his path only to find two halves of a Death Eater lying in the center.
"Fools!" Vort roared, grabbing the bottom half of the corpse and flinging it at the crowd. "Now pay attention!"
"You and you!" He barked, pointing at the more experienced groups. "Take the right and left flanks to the back of the house. I want it completely surrounded, with no chance of escape! Cannon Fodder! I want you to follow me, AFTER I have finished COMPLETELY unravelling the ward on the door! Understood?"
Just as he was about finished speaking, the mysterious Death Eater approached him and addressed the group in a deep and unnerving tone.
"Change of plans. The Dark Lord wishes for Black alive."
"Which one?" Vort snarled back.
The Death Eater fixed Vort with a gaze, his wand sliding out of the sleeve of his robes with a distinct clink and into his hand.
"Do not take me for a fool wolf, I know it has been long since you wetted your jowls with the blood of a wizard. However, you will control yourself or I will have you put down like the cur you are. The Dark Lord wishes for Regulus Black and any that accompany him to be captured alive. The others may be harmed and injured, but not killed and Regulus is to be left untouched. The Dark Lord wishes for that pleasure to remain his. There shall be no usage of the killing curse, are we clear?"
There was a general frightened murmur as each group began to take action. The Death Eater retreated a distance and Vort growled lightly, muttering obscenities under his breath as he began removing the evisceration ward that had yet to be disabled.
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Sirius chuckled lightly from his position in the hall. He was hunkered down behind a couch that had been upended, along with any other furniture in the house, in the entrance hallway. This little obstacle would be easy for the Death Eaters to blast away, but they would also have to deal with Sirius lobbing curses while they were bogged down momentarily. The hallway gave Sirius the advantage of facing only two or three Death Eaters at a time while firing down a straight line. Add the fact that he was completely invisible thanks to James' invisibility cloak, Sirius believed this to be quite a substantial first line of defense.
"Oi Reg! Did you hear that?" He shouted gleefully, as the now-eviscerated Death Eater's scream died down. "One of your idiot friends actually fell for it!"
In the now empty living room, the younger Black rolled his eyes.
"Yes yes, all my friends are idiot Death Eaters, unfit to walk this earth. Play another tune would you? I find your lack of originality quite ironic seeing you were always considered to be the "funny" Marauder."
Regulus snickered as he heard an indignant huff from the hallways. A few seconds later Sirius's head appeared from the side of the doorframe.
"I'll have you know that Witch Weekly wrote that I "constantly have all the pretty witches in stitches" so there!"
Regulus smirked and lifted an eyebrow.
"Such a petulant child."
Sirius narrowed his eyes and growled at his brother. Just as he opened his mouth to retort, the front door was blasted open. Through the dust cloud that filled the hallway came scores of spells and curses. Sirius immediately covered himself with the cloak and went back to his position.
Silence reigned as the dust cloud began to settle, tension rising as both parties waited with bated breath. Then, through the cloud, Sirius could make out hazy figures slowly advancing into the house.
"Lignum Torquent! Ventus Maxima!"
Sirius' two spells shot out toward the hallway, the first one warping and twisting the wooden walls and floor into a tight funnel and the second blowing a gale force wind through it, blowing away any enemies that had gathered in the hallway and near the door.
Sirius chuckled darkly as he heard the muffled squeals of the flying Death Eaters. However, his chuckles were quickly cut off as a sickly yellow spell came flying through the funnel and he was forced to duck. The spell hit the wall, leaving a slimy coating on the back wall.
"Eugh" came Sirius' response as he was forced to duck again.
Another spell, this one an electric blue, flew through the funnel, heading directly for the slime. Sirius thought it had missed and was about to return his attention to the hallway when he saw it hit the slime, bounce of and head toward his him.
Sirus shouted in surprise and dived under the spell, invisibility cloak falling off of him in the process, as the spell continued onwards and hit his barricade, utterly obliterating it. He frantically threw up a shield as the debris went flying everywhere. In his surprise his shield came up a fraction too late and a wooden shard managed to get past end embed itself into his left thigh, right above his kneecap.
"Fuck!" He screamed, the pain lancing through his entire body. He dragged himself to the wall and put his back to it. His right hand went down to the shard and tugged slightly, testing it.
"Fuckity fuck!"
"Sirius, what the hell just happened?" Regulus shouted from the living room, his voice filled with worry.
"Barricade's down Reg, prepare your defenses," Sirius shouted back, his voice wavering slightly. "They'll be coming through any minute now."
"Are you alright?"
"Took a bit of wood to my left thigh, but I'll be ok. Just…agh…just get ready!"
Sirius steadied his nerves. This was not going to be pleasant. He wrapped his right hand around the shard firmly and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and pulled as hard as he could.
And screamed.
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Vort grinned as a heard a scream from inside. That reflection spell was of his own creation and it had yet to fail. Part of him was worried, terrified in fact, at the possibility of the scream belonging to Regulus Black, but he quickly quashed the feeling.
"Accidents happen." He muttered to himself, blasting away the warped hallway. He vanished the debris of what used to be the funnel and began carefully padding down the hall. The scent of blood wafted through the air, causing him to stop and his pointed nose to twitch.
Fresh blood.
He turned and motioned for the fodder to remain quiet and wait three minutes before following him, hoping to sneak up on the injured enemy.
As he quietly stepped over the remains of what looked like a bookcase, he saw a puddle of blood that smeared towards and around the area of the wall. But where the smear ended, there was a bloody shard and….nothing.
How peculiar.
Vort sniffed around, slowly making his way to the spot where the blood smear ended. He could smell wizard, it was a strong scent too. But there was nothing there. He moved closer, the scent getting stronger.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Human blood. Flesh.
Where was it?
Then, all of a sudden, a voice shouted from another room.
"Sirius! Sirius, answer me dammit!"
Vort started as the noise broke the heavy silence, losing interest in the mysterious empty space which then shimmered and a black haired youth appeared, punching Vort in the face and sending him stumbling back, dazed.
"Surprise bollock-breath." The youth quipped, right before he blasted Vort against the opposite wall, knocking him out.
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"Wot was 'at?" said one voice.
"Wot was wha'?" said another.
" 'At noise"
"Wha' noise? I din't ear nuffin."
"Stop bein a numpty an listen then would ya Walter?"
"I am! I don't ear nuffin! An don't say my name Angus!"
"Well then dinnae say my name either you eejit!"
"I only said it cos' you said mine! An don't call me an eejit!"
" Well you are one and Ill say whatever I - "
"Would you two inbred imbeciles shut your bloody mouths and start moving towards the noise!" said a third, interrupting the two bickering Death Eaters who were blocking the entrance to the house. "You've both said each others names, possibly compromising yourselves entirely, so just shut up, move on and don't make it any worse!"
"Sorry Paul." Said Angus.
"Yeh, sorry Paul." Said Walter.
"Oh for fucks sake..." Said Paul.
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"Sirius! Sirius, answer me goddamit!" Regulus shouted, worried and frantic due to the long stretch of silence after Sirius's scream. A second later he heard a grunt, someone's voice, then a loud thud as something hit a wall in the hallway. He immediately ran towards the hallway, terrified at what he might see.
Instead, he came across Sirius, slumped against a wall, a grim smile on his face and his wand pointed at what appeared to be a clothed ape. Sirius looked up at him and barked out a laugh.
"Did you just blast a gorilla?" Regulus asked, amusement evident in his voice.
"Werewolf," Sirius grunted simply, wincing as he tried to sit up. Regulus quickly kneeled and started casting diagnostic spells on Sirius's leg.
"What happened?" He asked as he began performing some impromptu healing spells.
"Long story short, I got impaled, dragged myself to this very comfy wall, pulled the shard out, and screamed like a little child. Then I figured some of them would be on their way and I was pretty vulnerable, so I grabbed James's cloak and covered myself, hoping they would disregard the blood and continue on. Wasn't expecting ole Wolfy here and he started sniffing about. Got quite close to my face till your squealing distracted him- Ow! You did that on purpose!"
Regulus smirked and motioned for him to continue. Sirius glared at his brother darkly before continuing.
"So I thumped him and then blasted him. And here we are."
"Right, well I've been able to stop the bleeding and heal most of it, but its still going to be a bit sore. You can get up, but try not to put to much pressure on it just yet, understood?"
"Yeah yeah. Cheers mate," Sirius got up slowly and tested his leg, wincing slightly. He looked down at the torn tatters of his jeans and picked at them forlornly. "These were my favourite pair too."
"I think we have bigger problems to worry about."
Sirius, hearing a tone of panic in his brother's voice looked up, only to see three Death Eaters standing right in front of them, wands out and pointed at the brothers chests.
"I reckon we found em Pau-,"said one of them, before he was interrupted.
"Shut UP!" the other Death Eater roared.
Sirius chuckled nervously.
Shite
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!