Lenguas Explosivas

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I merely claim Chanda and other characters I make as well as plot ideas, etc.
Summary: Chanda Duquore. Her name means fierce. But the only thing fierce about her, are all the tears she has cried. When her parents die, she moves in with her Grandmother. She's hoping for a fresh start and a happy life. But her new life encounters Harry Potter who finds this muggle will become the world to him. But with Voldemort breathing down Harry's back, that can't happen... right?

Words to know:
Lenguas Explosivas - Explosive Tongues
Mierda - Shit

Harry just blinks, not comprehending my meaning.

"Chanda what do you mean? Who-"

Panic begins to envelop me. "We're trapped." I whisper. My eyes dart everywhere, looking for an escape but it's useless. We'll have to fight our way out... Knew I should have kept that frying pan with me...

"Chanda! Look at me." Harry grabs my shoulders and forces me to face him. My eyes travel slowly until they meet his gaze.

"What are you talking about?" he asks simply.

"Deatheaters." I whisper.

And the clock begins to strike midnight.

One.

Two.

Three.

Everyone tenses and begins to shuffle around to positions.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Harry pulls out his wand and stands in front of me.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

I pick up a second frying pan on the stove. One never knows.

Twelve.

Silence. No big explosions, no screams, nothing. Just complete and utter silence.

I'm standing behind Harry with the frying pan clutched tightly to my chest. I don't like this. They're planning something. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I freeze and stop breathing.

There's something behind me. Something nobody but me seems to notice. I close my eyes and clutch the handle of the pan even harder. This should be interesting...

"Gi-" the man with the weird eye yells.

But I'm too quick. I'm already whirling around and have made contact with the side of a masked face. The man grunts in pain and staggers away from me. I bring my leg up and smash it into his chest, sending him staggering backwards into the wall. He slides down with a groan and before he can move again, I had procured a new wand and am pointing it at his forehead.

"You wizards need to seriously learn to not underestimate muggles." I mutter and glare at him.

"Stupefy." someone says quietly and he goes limp.

I turn around to see a stunned audience. I frown. What? Did they think I would play the pitiful muggle and get attacked without putting up a fight?

Of course not but they didn't quite expect you to disarm a deatheater all by yourself. Sol mutters and slinks on over to me.

I grin sheepishly.

Harry walks over to me. "Are you okay?" he asks softly. I can see that he was scared for me. I smile softly back.

"I'm just fine. Here." I had him the wand. I don't have any use for it.

He takes it and pockets it. I suppose he'll have an advantage. Not that I would know anything about magic...

"I think we should start leaving..." the weird eye man says.

A murmur of agreement sweeps around the room and Harry takes my hand to lead me away from the deatheater.

What now Sol?

The Order is going to do their best to get you both out without anyone dying in the process.

Um, yay...?

"How did a deatheater get in here? I thought the house was protected." Harry fumed to the sickly looking man. I'm not sure if I was told his name or not...

"The magic is wearing down quickly since it's past your seventeenth birthday. And since the deatheater wasn't after you, the magic was even weaker. Especially since Chanda is a muggle." the man says.

Harry's grip on my hand tightens. Sucks to be me right now doesn't it?

"How are we getting out of here?" Harry asks.

"Disapparation." the sick man says.

"But neither Chanda nor I now how to apparate." he points out.

"But we can use side-apparation to get you both out of here."

Harry grins. "Sounds like a plan. So where do we do it?"

"We'll do it as soon as we're out of the house." he says.

Harry nods grimly. I guess now things are seri-

"BOOM!"

I stare up at the sky with a glazed expression stuck on my face. That hurt. I'm not quite sure what happened, but I'm outside and in pain. That's probably not a good combination...

I sit up and grab my head. Oi, stop with the pounding already... When my vision clears I look around. The ground is covered in rubble and people running around yelling. I blink and look over at the Dursely's house. It's in flames with a giant hole where the kitchen was.

"Magic's a bitch." I whistle.

I scramble up, my body protesting every movement.

Now, um, what do I do?

It's mass chaos, with cloaked, smoky figures flying everywhere, shooting off colored spells and smaller figures darting about frantically. I'm standing at the very edge of garden, the farthest away from the house.

"Well well well... What do we have here? Is the liddle silly muggle scared?" a voice hisses from behind me.

My breathe catches in my throat. Not good. I turn around to see the most frightening woman ever. Her red hair is blaring, with matching eyes.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." I whisper.

She's fire and a witch to boot. I think I'm in trouble.

She grins and points her wand at me.

"Chanda Duquore, I'm so glad you've heard of me. I'm truly flattered." she says, with a mocking bow.

I put my hands on my hips.

"Silly Bella, they weren't good things. I mean, who could ever say anything good about you?" I ask her sarcastically.

She glares at me and jabs her wand at me, an inch away from my nose. I gulp.

"Silly muggle." she hisses.

Note to self: don't mock deatheaters.

"You'll regret the day you ever found out about magic."

I roll my eyes.

"You're angry because a muggle is one of Water's greatest descendants."

She snarls and slaps me so hard I stagger back and trip over something. I blink a couple times to clear my vision to behold a seething deatheater.

Note to self: listen to self more often.

"I will kill you!" she screams and points her wand at me.

Mierda.

So, ((hides under a rock)) I hope you liked the chapter. The next one is basically an interesting fight scene so I thought it would be good to cut it off right there. And, it's always amusing to end on cliffhangers.

Aly