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Walking Free

Attack

Before Harry had realised it, another full moon had come by whilst he had been living with Remus, Tonks and Teddy. It just so happened that on the night of the full moon, an urgent Order meeting had been called by Dumbledore. Remus and Tonks had kept the contents of previous meetings quite secret, only telling Harry that there was nothing new; however, Harry knew that there was an upcoming attack and that this was the subject of the urgently called meetings.

Harry found himself babysitting baby Teddy again on the full moon; Remus being unable to attend the meeting or look after his son because of his condition.

The evening was a long one. After putting Teddy to bed, Harry spent most of the night sitting in the small living room, anticipation of hearing about the meeting welling up inside of him. He knew it was stupid to get excited though. Remus and Tonks never told him anything of any importance; however, he knew the attack was coming soon and that they would be preparing during the meetings.

It was around midnight when Harry fell asleep on the small sofa; his legs hung over the arm rest of the settee as snores escaped from his open mouth. In his dream, Harry was watching over Teddy whilst Remus and Tonks were playing exploding snap in the bathroom. Teddy's hair changed from turquoise to purple to bright orange and then back to turquoise as he played with Harry's shoelace. After a while Harry noticed that the small child was muttering to himself, repeating the word 'kill' over and over. Harry frowned at hearing this, out of confusion more than anything else. The baby couldn't say anything like that yet, at least not to his knowledge. He had only learnt a few odd words such as; 'more', 'this', 'chair' and 'purple'. Then, all of a sudden, Teddy disappeared. Harry tried not to panic. He had probably just walked out the room. Standing up, Harry made his way towards to door; however, as he opened it, the scene changed and he was met with black. He walked further into the room and could begin to make out faces of other occupants. And then he spoke, his cold voice erupted in the room.

'What is it that you wish to tell me, Rowle?'

'My Lord' the man gasped, 'I merely wanted to tell you that Lucius Malfoy has everything set up!'

'Is this true, Severus?'

'Yes, my Lord' spoke the potions master from the corner.

Harry examined the man for a moment. He had suspected Severus of treachery for a while now. After every attack, the man would disappear, only returning to his master sometimes hours later. He claimed that he was trying to convince the old headmaster that he was truly on their side so that he could pass on valuable information to the Dark Lord. Voldemort was not so sure. He had asked Pettigrew to keep an eye on the potions master but Wormtail was as useless as a person could possibly get. He surveyed the man for a moment longer.

'You may leave, Severus.'

'Thank you, my Lord!' The man bowed as he left. After the door had closed, he heard a faint crack as Severus disapparated.

He looked back at Rowle and continued, 'I want no problems Rowle! Do you understand? I need to infiltrate the ministry to over-rule Dumbledore and I need to get Potter!'

'Yes, my Lord! Of course! Everything should go…' Voldemort felt his anger rising at the stupid Death Eater. Recently, nothing ever went right!

'Quiet you useless man! Crucio!' he growled as he pointed his wand to the man in front of him. He felt a sick pleasure rise inside of him as he watched his follower writhe on the floor in immense pain.

Harry awoke with a start. His heart was racing and his scar burned. He traced the lightning bolt shaped on his forehead with a shaky hand. The connection between Voldemort and himself had diminished slightly since his escape from Azkaban; he was only being able to see into the Dark Lord's mind when he was particularly angry or happy; however, the scar prickled on a daily basis since his fifth year at Hogwarts.

When the scar gave a particularly nasty throb, Harry moved to sit up. It was here, as he sat on the saggy sofa of his old Defence against the Dart Arts teacher that he wondered when his life had become such a mess. When had he ever been happy? Carefree? He felt miserable cuddled up in the dark room. Why was his life such a bloody mess? Why was he always putting people in danger? Why did he have to be the sodding Boy-Who-Lived? An overwhelming sense of rage built up in the teen towards his old friend, Neville Longbottom. Why couldn't he have been the one in the prophesy? Why was it always Harry?

Harry's anger abated when he heard the muffled cry of little Teddy upstairs. Sighing, he hauled himself off of the sofa and made his way up to the bedroom.

Tonks sat at the kitchen table across from her husband. She examined his scratched face as he sipped his tea. He had told her that he was fine but Tonks knew that he was still in some pain from his transformation. He frowned when he caught her looking at him.

'Really Dora, I'm fine. The Wolf's bane that Severus gave me really makes a difference! You shouldn't worry as much as you do!' Tonks looked away whilst he took another sip from the old mug in her small hands. 'Where's Harry?'

'Oh, he's in the living playing with Teddy.'

'I see.' Remus paused and turned his head to the side so that he could check if the kitchen door was closed. 'What happened last night at the meeting?'

'Well, we went over plans.' Tonks sighed. 'It took ages though! All the aurors in the group were arguing about the best way to go about the whole thing! Then we had to wait until Severus turned up and he was really late. It was well after midnight when he finally arrived. Not that he was much use though! Turns out he thinks Voldemort is suspicious of him and so doesn't let him know much. He thinks Pettigrew has been asked to keep an eye on him!' Both frowned at the mention of the traitor and the atmosphere in the room dried even further, making the silence rather uncomfortable.

Harry was sat on the living room with Teddy. For the past hour, he had been rolling a ball across the floor so that Teddy could run across the room, retrieve it and bring it back to him.

'More!' Cried Teddy as he threw the ball at Harry's head.

'Ouch!' Harry chuckled as he picked up the ball and rolled it to the other side of the room. Teddy laughed and went after the ball but fell over the carpet as he did so. It would appear that unfortunately, Teddy had inherited Tonks' clumsiness.

The toddler began to cry so Harry heaved himself off of the floor and walked over to the boy. Picking him up, Harry began to hush soothing tones into his ear.

'Hey, it's alright kiddo. Look, it's your ball!' Harry pointed to the stripy ball and began to walk towards it; however, as he did so, he heard the muted voices of Tonks and Remus coming from the kitchen.

Picking up the ball, Harry moved nearer the door.

'Do we tell Harry?' he heard Tonks ask her husband.

There was a pause before Remus answered. 'No. We shouldn't. Albus is right. I think it would be best if Harry didn't know anything about the attack. If he did know about it, well, you know what Harry is like. He would go and fight even though he shouldn't. I think it may be safer if he just doesn't know. I can't lose him again Tonks! And besides, he still doesn't know that everyone knows he is living with us! I think we should let things calm down for a while before we tell him anything. You saw him recently when he left the house after we told him not too! I still can't believe he did that. Even after I had a go at him for visiting Fred and George! Why can't he get it into his head that it is dangerous out there? It's as if he wants to get himself killed!'

'He was only going out from some fresh air and to buy some food for us! He even got Teddy a new toy!' Tonks sighed at her husband's expression. 'Look, I think he just feels guilty for staying here, eating our food and not having to pay for it. He's not deliberately going out to find trouble!'

There was silence from the kitchen for a while. Meanwhile, Teddy, who was now sat on Harry's lap, was playing with a cuddly toy Hippogriff that Harry had got him. Meaningless baby gabble was all that could be heard for a couple of minutes.

'So, what's the plan then?' Remus interrupted the silence.

'Hmm? Oh, we are having people stationed around the main entrance to the ministry as well as some of the other more used entrances on Thursday around 4pm. They are to stay there until it gets too dark to see. The Death Eaters want to attack when there are not many people around. The aim is to stop anything serious from happening and if possible, capture a Death Eater so that we can question them and then hand them into the ministry. According to Severus, Lucius Malfoy has been ordered to Imperious high up ministry workers so that Voldemort can infiltrate the ministry more easily.'

'It all seems a bit much if all they want to do is Imperious some ministry workers, don't you think? What are our orders then?'

'Albus said we should wait until we've been called.'

'Oh! I see.' There was a pause. 'What are we going to do with Teddy and Harry?'

There was a longer silence as the couple thought of a way to keep Harry and Teddy away from the violence. 'We can take Teddy to my mum's. Harry won't be suspicious if we tell him that we are going to visit my mum. Once we're there, we wait until someone sends their patronus telling us they need back-up.'

Harry was in the house alone; Remus and Tonks had just taken Teddy to Tonks' mum's house. They had told him that they would probably be back late and that he shouldn't wait up for them but Harry knew what was really happening and had his own plans.

Once that he was sure that the coast was clear, Harry left the house and apparated to the centre of London. He felt incredibly guilty for doing so, knowing that if Remus and Tonks found out, they would be disappointed in him. Donning his father's invisibility cloak, Harry carefully made his way through London towards the Ministry of Magic. The area was eerily quite. Every so often a ministry worker would leave the building. Harry assumed that the Death Eaters were waiting for the person that they wanted to leave before making their presence known.

In his hiding place behind a large dustbin, Harry thought about what he was going to do. He didn't really know what he was doing there. He had gone against Remus and Tonks' wishes by getting involved with anything magical. They had told him that he should stay away from the magical community for a while, at least until they could find a way to prove his innocence; however, Harry could not sit back and relax at home when there was a fight going on, especially when a part of the fight was to do with him. Although he had not heard Tonks or Remus say that the attack was the Death Eaters attempt to find him, he knew that Draco Malfoy would not have gone to the trouble of finding him to tell him that there was an attack if Harry was not involved in it in some way.

Harry looked up and noticed a series of posters stuck to the wall. On closer inspection, he realised the face on all of the 'most wanted' posters belonged to him. Above his picture on the posters read 'The Wizarding World's Most Wanted!' and underneath was a reward for 10,000 galleons upon his capture given that he was still alive. He frowned at this. Why was Voldemort no longer the most wanted wizard in the world? After all, Voldemort had committed far worse crimes than the ones Harry was accused of. He sighed and made himself more comfortable, waiting on baited breath.

Harry had been sat behind the dustbin with his invisibility cloak still on for about ten minutes when he heard a series of small pops indicating the apparition of several wizards; however, when he looked around the area, he did not see any wizards. He checked his watch. It was just passed four. The Order had arrived and, similarly to him, were hidden, waiting for the first move to be made by the other side.

Losing concentration as he sat tentatively, leaning on the wall for support, Harry's thoughts wondered to Ginny and what Fred and George had told him when he had visited them in their shop. He wondered if he would ever be able to tell her that he didn't curse her, that it wasn't him that hurt her. He wanted to see her smile again. He wanted to see the way her hair shone in the sun. He wanted to see the freckles that were littered across the bridge of her nose scrunch up as she thought hard about something. It was the little things about people that Harry had missed. Things that he had never thought about before until he went to Azkaban and thinking was all he could do.

Before Harry even noticed him, he had missed the man that left the ministry and walked only two metres from his hiding place, his thoughts still on the youngest Weasley. He was only brought out of his reverie by the loud cracks that emanated through the air, sending shivers up his spine.

Harry's mind seemed to slow down and before he had realised, the fight started; just like the time at the Department of Mysteries when he was fifteen. They had appeared out of nowhere and Harry found himself unable to think straight.

Increasing the grip on his wand, Harry stood up and precariously made his way out from behind the dustbin. His legs were incredibly wobbly underneath him and he stumbled forward slightly, a curse missing his face by inches.

Taking a deep breath, the raven walked towards the now growing fight, his wand at the ready.

Trying to keep a low profile, Harry kept close to the buildings as he passed them. If a curse was sent his way he would be more likely to find cover before it hit. As Harry looked around him he noticed many of the same Death Eater who were at the first attack and even some he had never seen before. They seemed a lot more confident in what they were doing this time though.

Harry peered over his shoulder when he heard a loud yell. Tonks had sent a stunning curse flying through the air at a Death Eater. The man flew across the road, almost crashing into a parked car that was only a few feet away from Harry. Not wanting Tonks to see him, he kept his head down and dashed over the road, swerving past a couple of cars, who's angry drivers were starting to get out of their vehicles, confusion etched onto their faces. Harry didn't know who it would be that had to obliviate all of them but he was glad it wasn't him.

Moody and Remus were together, fighting a Death Eater, throwing spell after spell. Unlucky for them, this Death Eater was skilled in shielding charms. Most of their spells simply bounced off and flew in their direction. This gave the man a clear opportunity to curse the two men as they were too busy ducking and diving their own spells. Remus got hit by a stinging hex and he grunted in pain but it didn't stop him.

Tonks had been watching her husband from the corner of her eye through out the whole fight, wanting to make sure he was alright. When she saw him bend over slightly in pain her hart jumped in her chest and she pelted over to him.

Harry watched the two of them together. She grabbed his arm but she shoved her away, trying to concentrate on defending himself from the Death Eater's curses. Realising that she was not wanted by her husband, she helped to fight the cloaked man off.

Harry spun around when a loud crack erupted from behind him. A Death Eater stood there, his wand raised and at the ready. Harry didn't know if it was yet another sent from Voldemort or if the man had simply apparated from one point to another.

Either way Harry wouldn't find out as with in a second the Death Eater lay on the ground, tied up in ropes up to his chin. Feeling rather proud of himself, Harry sneered down at the man before he cast Petrificus Totalus on him. His body went stiff and he ceased to struggle with the ropes around him.

Looking up at the ministry Harry noticed Kingsley and Dumbledore surrounded by a group of Death Eaters near the entrance of the building. Hem ran towards the jumble of people and began to fire spells at the Death Eaters backs. Many went flying as he cast Expelliarmus again and again. Dumbledore caught his eyes at one point and in that brief moment, Harry could see not only worry but relief too. Harry gave his old Headmaster a quick nod before dashing off to a couple of straggling Order members who were in need of help.

As Harry approached the two, he realised who they were. Ron and Hermione were only just managing to fight off the five Death Eaters who were creeping in on them. Ron had blood seeping through his left trouser leg and he hobbled slightly as he cast his shielding charms. Hermione looked only a little dishevelled. Her tied up hair was beginning to come loose from her pony-tail and it swirled around her face, blocking her view.

Only a second later a Death Eater appeared at their backs and was about to raise his wand when Harry stunned him from behind. The two both turned to stare at the man lying on the ground but not for too long. They were soon once again fighting the cloaked men, dodging curses as they flew in each direction.

However, Harry could see that they were still struggling to keep the Death Eaters at bay so he ran to Ron's left side, trying to protect him as well as help fight. Ron cast him a quick glance and Harry saw the look of amazement in his eyes. The two didn't talk but kept on fighting. Suddenly one of the Death Eaters apparated away, soon followed by two more. Harry turned around, watching as all over the place Death Eaters were disappearing one by one with a loud crack.

The fight was beginning to diminish and Harry noticed that the Order members were also apparating away, leaving only ministry workers, mostly aurors. Harry looked back at Ron and Hermione who were getting ready to apparate when a still lurking Death Eater shot a spell in the two's direction. Without thinking Harry shot a shielding charm over his old friends. The hex bounced off of the shield and hit Harry in the chest. His body lurched backwards and he stumbled, doubled over in pain.

Harry was about apparate away when he found himself flying across the street before slamming into a wall. Pain erupted from his head as he slid down the brick and he began to feel incredibly dizzy. Putting his hand to the back of his head, he felt a hot sticky substance in his hair. Bringing his hand back round, even without his glasses, which he had lost when he hit the wall, he could make out his blood covered fingers.

Taking deep breaths and trying to ignore the pain that resided in the back of his head and over his chest, Harry shakily stood up. He had not noticed the auror who had thrown the curse or indeed the curse itself. He took a couple of steps forward and could just about see his glasses lying on the floor a metre or so away. He stumbled towards the object on the floor and picked up his glasses when one hand smothered his mouth from behind and another caught him around the stomach. The hand around his middle held a wand that was pointing directly at his heart.

'You so much as move an inch and I will kill you!' A gruff voice whispered in his ear. When he did not respond, the man increased his vice like grip around Harry to the point where Harry felt as if he was going to throw up.

'You understand?' The wand was poked into his chest and he felt it burn through his shirt and onto his flesh. He winced as it scorched his bare skin. 'We've got the boy; let's go back to the ministry.' The man called aloud to small group of men who had formed a semi circle around Harry. 'When we're there, you're going to wish you were never born!' The auror hissed into Harry's ear.

'NOW!' The unknown man cried and Harry heard a series of pops before he felt himself being tugged into a small space as he and the man apparated away.

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