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"What's happening?" I asked, so low that he was the only one that could hear it.

"It's them." Harry answered just as lowly, his eyes never left the target. "One of the Pure Assassins is here."

Chapter 10 – Sectumsempra

"Pure Assassins?" I whispered. "The guys you killed back then?"

"Yes," He replied, before turning to face me. "Now stay here. Find Alice and Jasper and head back home."

"No."

"No?"

"No," I insisted. "I'm going with you."

He stared at me, questioning my insanity. "In case you forget, he's a murderer."

"In case you forget, I'm a Vampire."

"Doesn't make it less dangerous!"

Was he that stupid? "I am perfectly capable of protecting myself!"

"I don't know where the bloody hell this stupid idea of going with me came from, but it's not—"

"We're running out of time," I pressed him. "He keeps moving."

He looked at me for a moment before he sighed. It would piss him more to smirk right now, but I couldn't help it. He glared at me, as he motioned me to follow him.

"Where are we going?"

"To attack him, of course."

"Wait," I stopped him. He looked at me expectantly. "Isn't that a bit ineffective? We met twice and you were killing them. They died, and we can see that you got nothing."

"Then what are we going to do?" He demanded impatiently, his eyes moved from the target to me.

"Stalk him."

"Stalk him?"

I nodded. "We follow him. See what he's up to."

His eyes moved back to the Pure Assassin, as he answered seriously. "Well, I don't intend to brag, but my face is pretty familiar to him, I think."

I rolled my eyes. "Can't you make yourself—I don't know—Invisible?"

"I didn't bring my invisibility cloak. Besides, it's too short for me now. My feet will be visible and this shopping district will be filled with frightened screams."

I sighed. "I have a plan."

"This is absolutely ridiculous."

I glared at him. "At least I have an idea."

We were both staring at our reflections. I didn't look that different, the only visible differences were the dark eyeliner, blackish purple lipstick and some pink and black highlights on my hair. Oh, and the black gothic dress of course. I never wore this kind of dress, but I was satisfied. Even with all these weird clothing, I still look dazzling. Thankfully I had the connections, or I might have ended with some hideous gothic dress.

Scarhead, on the other hand, seemed quite shocked to see his own reflection. He was flabbergasted to see that his hair which now had long bangs, covering his forehead entirely—he managed to lengthen it with some spells—was black with some dark blue. He had the same, dark eyeliner with me. And with his clothes and his icy blue eye contact, it was certain that he'd pass for a real gothic club.

"I looked like.." He struggled to find words. "Rubbish."

"Oh, it's not that bad. You actually look like a rock star," He rolled his eyes. "Besides, you're a wizard, aren't you? You can change it in a second."

He sighed in submission. "Don't tell anyone."

"I never intended to grant your little wish, but with Edward around, well—" I smirked. "And he'll be pissed off if you protect my mind."

He groaned. "Have it your way then. Now, as much as I want to stay out of the public view, let's follow him now. The tracking spell's effect could go off any second now."

"Sure thing." I sang, pissing him off even more.

Harry motioned me to follow him. As much as I dislike how his bossy attitude telling me to come there or not, I decided to not complain. We walked in a usual speed—for human—as we followed the Pure Assassin's step.

He was walking quickly. We never left our eyes on him; every move, every step. This far, he didn't make any suspicious attempts. He avoided the crowd, but he still went along the street. We tried not to be so close, but it was hard because of the crowd.

"Hey, why doesn't he just apparate to his destination?"

"How do I know? I have suspicions, though. I think he's not really good at it."

"How do you know?"

"Look at his ear." He said, ticking his own ear. "That is because of Splinching. Ron used to get that a lot in his early days of apparatting; it's when you don't concentrate enough that you particular body parts are left in the place you're leaving from."

I winced. "Nasty."

"It sure is. I once splinched, causing my leg to bleed pretty badly."

"And it healed?"

"Well, Hermione did something. I don't really remember."

"She's one brilliant witch, isn't she?"

He agreed. "The brightest witch of her age."

"And without her, you would've been a worthless pile of ash."

He glared at me. "I'm aware of that, thank you."

Our 'decent' conversation ended with that.

The man was still walking fast, and we were still there, stalking him. He sometimes looked at his watch, but he never stopped. It seemed like he was completely oblivious to the fact that we were following him, so we relaxed a bit. But suddenly, when the crowd lessened, his body turned around, his eyes madly searched for the stalkers. I froze. What were we going to do?

His eyes moved to us, and suddenly, I felt Harry's hand on my waist.

"I really love your new lipstick, babe. Suits you," He said loudly, surprisingly with an American accent.

I was shocked, but when he gave me the just-play-along look, I answered. "Thanks, honey. I bought it today. I figured you'd like it." Ugh.

I could see from the corner of my eyes, that the man narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

"Aww, you adorable little girl," He caressed my cheek.

Smiling to prevent myself from laughing out loud, I decided to change this lovely topic into something less laughable. "So, how's your first part-time job like?"

"Not bad," He said casually. "The boss isn't so bad either. I think I'm going to stay with the job."

"Great," I replied, moving his hands from my waist to my hand. "Don't forget to rest, okay?"

He smiled as he held my hand firmly, staring into my eyes. "I love you."

After a full one second, I finally realized that he was acting. However, it still made me feel weird; if I was a human, I'd blush furiously. I tore away from his gaze before answering, "I love you too."

Our little drama seemed successful; the man walked away, muttering under his breath. "Sappy teenagers."

This time, we kept our distance carefully, but didn't lose directions. The problem was what I was feeling. I felt extremely awkward with him now, not to mention he didn't say a slightest word afterwards. I forced myself to look at him. "..was that really necessary?"

"Believe me, if there was another way, I'd go with it." He answered, refusing to look at me.

"Really? I suspect you took that opportunity to call me babe."

"I don't know what you're talking about, honey."

I grinned widely. He looked at me, and he joined in. I loved the sound of our laugh mixing in. It wasn't perfectly beautiful or anything; it was just.. simple. It felt like human. So here we were, laughing our hearts out, almost completely forgetting about the Pure Assassins.

To our surprise, he wasn't alone. He met his companion in an empty, banned park. His companion was a middle aged woman with a scared, uncomfortable expression on her face. The two of them sat on a bench. It seemed like they were waiting for someone.

They were pouting. They gazed around in discomfort, completely irritated. Whoever they were waiting for was really late. We started to stalk the man about an hour ago, and he met the woman, and then after half an hour they were still waiting.

"Why don't we just attack them now?" Harry fidgeted with impatience.

"Yes, you attack them, they die, and we go home. Honestly, Scarhead—"

"Ssh," He cut me, clearly forgetting the fact that he started it first. "He's mumbling something."

"Pathetic, fool squib! If only the Dark Lord didn't want it this much.." That man shook his head, annoyed.

Harry turned to look at me. "What did he say?"

I quoted what the man just said. It surprised him. "A squib? What would he want from a squib?"

"I don't even know what squib is!"

"Squib is a term for people who were born from wizard parents, yet they have no magical skills."

"And the Pure Assassins despise them, I suppose?"

"True," He responded. "It is strange that he would wait this long for a squib. I'm assuming that he's going to kill the squib the moment he gets what he wants."

We both went quiet when an old man with muggle clothing approached them. So this was the one they waited for. The old man was shaking in fear. He hesitated for a second, before walking to them with his chest out, trying to look respectable, perhaps.

The Pure Assassin looked up to the man. "You're Garreth Dimstone?"

He nodded carefully.

The man stood, hissing. "You are late for half an hour."

"I-I'm sorry, sir." He stuttered, completely frightened, losing all the dignity he tried to gain. "I-I swear, it would never happen again."

The man smirked. "Of course it would never happen again."

The old man failed to see double meaning in his words as he nodded gratefully. But Harry and I knew what he actually meant. You're going to die.

Harry grabbed his wand. I crouched down, ready to fight.

"Do you bring it?"

"Of course, sir, of course." He replied hastily, as he opened his bag. He took out a silver goblet, his hand slightly shaking in fear. A silver goblet? What was that? I turned to Harry, but he shook his head, his eyes never leaving them.

"How does this work?"

"F-fill it with sea water, sir. And when the full moon comes, place it under the moonlight and do these spells," He took out a note from his pocket. "After that, the goblet shall refill itself every month. It is only capable of one serving, but one serving is enough to add a great deal of astounding magical power and immortality to the one who drinks it."

Our eyes widened in horror. I saw Harry tightened his grip, his jaw set. His gaze was burning with anger. Not good. I clutched my hand at his sleeve, stopping him from killing them.

"This is time to attack them."

He was true. I nodded.

"You go with the woman. I'll take the man."

"And the squib?"

"I'll paralyze him first," he whispered. I nodded again. "On the count of three, go near the woman; don't get spotted. After I paralyze the squib, attack the woman."

"Then what? Kill her?"

Harry looked pained, between choosing to go safe or agree with his humanity. After a full two seconds, he replied, "Take her wand and pin her down."

I nodded, before both of us separated. I went stealthily to the bushes behind the woman. Her back was facing me, completely oblivious to the fact that a Vampire was targeting her. Harry was behind a huge trashcan, just behind the squib. Despite our distance, he knew I could hear him. He whispered. "One, two.. Three!"

He whispered, "Petrificus Totalus!" to the squib from the hole on the trashcan. The Silver Goblet fell to the ground, causing a bell-like sound. Before anyone could react, I flew to the woman, grabbing her wand. Not before a second that the woman realized what was happening, and her wand was already thrown off to the lake next to this park. Her eyes widened in fear as I hissed at her, pinning her down.

The man pointed his wand at me, as he furiously shouted. "Avada Kedav—"

Then suddenly the man's chest was hit by a blue light, sending him into the air.

The man, surprisingly with a quick move, stood up and pointed his wand at Harry. "Who are you? Wait, you're the sappy teenagers at—" His eyes grew wide. "So you two did follow me!"

Harry shrugged. The man hissed, casting a lot of green lights. Harry managed to dodge any of them, almost like he was dancing. He looked like he knew where was the very spot the light was going to come, and he dodged them. He practically did nothing, and the man finally gave up with that spell, and Harry used that opportunity to knock him down once again.

The man fell hard towards the tree, and Harry took the time to reach the silver goblet. I almost let out a breath of relief until the man casted another green light, and it almost hit Harry's hand. He seemed taken aback by that fact, but he got over it as he stood up, pointing his wand against the man again.

"Wait," the man said, his eyes narrowed. "You seem awfully familiar."

Harry didn't answer. Instead, he casted a full force of blue light towards him, causing his bangs to be messed up, revealing his forehead.

"Harry Potter." The man spat.

Harry casted another spell, but the man dodged it. "The Dark Lord must be bemused to see that you're after us."

"Don't worry, he won't hear it." Harry replied quietly, dodging the spell the man casted.

"Oh, really? Such a confidence," He smirked. "If only it also comes with skills."

Keeping his calm mask, Harry kept on dodging him.

"Getting boring, aren't we?" The man asked in a polite manner, before he shouted, " Sectumsempra!"

The spell hit Harry, and I screamed. Blood burst out from Harry's body, as he fell to the ground, soaking in blood. Panic ran through my veins. His blood was tempting, but I didn't care.

"So the rumor is true after all. This spell is indeed useful." The man laughed, as he casted another sectumsempra at him, and this time it was Harry's back which was slashed. His wand was far from his reach; he crawled to get it, but the man raised his wand again.

Suddenly, I didn't care about everything.

I stopped whatever I was doing. It didn't matter. I was never this furious; not even when I was taking my revenge on Royce. My whole body burned in rage, and all I could see was red. With hatred filling in all my body, I flew to the man's side, and before he knew it, a crack filled the unusually quiet park. The man fell to the ground, his neck broken. Dead.

My eyes gaze on Harry who was not moving. I lifted his face, trying to find any reaction to my touch. "Harry? Harry, please, answer me."

No reactions at all.

My eyes started to be filled with venoms. Why? Why did it have to end like this? I kept pleading Harry to answer me, my chest sank in fear.

"B-Blondie?" His voice croaked, and my eyes grew wide.

"Harry!" I breathed, lifting him to my arms. My hands wrapped all around his back; I could feel the heat of his blood on my clothes. I didn't really care. Blood lust was on my bottom priority list right now. He was safe, and I couldn't think of anything else.

"Um, Rose?" He whispered. "Please remember that I have some wounds here."

"Oh, sorry!" I released him.

He gave me a weak smile.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the woman holding the Silver Goblet in her hands, standing on top of the squib, whose heart wasn't beating anymore. Shock came to me like a slap as I realized what I had done. She smiled apologetically at me, before disappearing into thin air.

"Oh my God," I whispered. "Harry, I'm sorry—"

Harry's eyes were closed. His breathing went faster, his body shook when he coughed blood. I lifted him to my back.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to him, knowing full well that he couldn't hear me. "But your life comes first."

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