Chapter 11 The Cemetery

They were in the truck later, Sirius sitting in his new clothes as Harry played with the lighter. "When should we leave?"

Sirius shrugged and bit on the corner of his thumb. "Soon."

The truck suddenly rocked to the side and as Harry looked back he could see the faint vestiges of a red light in the air.

"Fuck!" Sirius leaned over to the dash box and tore through it. Throwing papers back as he searched for the Frisbee. "Got it!" He held the ugly yellow thing over his head in triumph.

The truck rocked again and nearly became vertical to the ground. "Sirius Black! Step out of the... thing now! You are wanted for escape from Azkaban prison and the murder of three Aurors! If you do give up we have orders to shoot to kill!"

Sirius pressed down on the top surface of the Frisbee and there was a long pause before Harry could feel a pull behind his navel. The world swirled into a mydrid of colors then faded as the truck and its inhabitants came closer to their destination. There was a loud thunk as the truck made its landing. Harry could feel from the slant of the truck that they had probably landed on someone.

"Sirius... I think we just landed on the Wicked Witch of the East."

All he got was a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

"You've never seen the Wizard of Oz! It's awesome! There are angry trees that throw apples at people!"

As Harry continued to rattle on about the wonderful qualities of the Wizard of Oz Sirius tried to restart the truck. He turned the key in the ignition and it gave a loud clunk-clunk-clunk. "Shit. Come on love." He turned the key again. "You can do it!"

Harry leaned over and pointed to the gas indicator. "The wiggly thingys on the E."

Sirius took the time to cuff him on the side of the head before the climbed out of the car and looked at the rising mist of the night. He took a few steps and his foot caught on something. He saved himself from falling and reached out to whatever tripped him. It was taller than he expected, Sirius thought, as he trailed his hand up higher. It was even taller than him.

There was a breeze and it worked to dispel some of the mist. Sirius took a step back. It was a large monument. Something... probably a skeleton swathed in a cloak and holding a scythe. Out of curiosity he looked for a name on the base. As Sirius knelt down and squinted at the name there was a faint sound behind him. Like the brushing of jeans against tall grass.

The next sound was not so silent. It was the shotgun going off. Sirius turned around and threw a curse out on instinct. "Reducto!"

A Death Eater staggered back, clutching his newly acquired stump. It sounded like it had clamped its mouth shut but was still making an attempt to scream. Sirius kicked it and it fell backwards over a low tombstone. He grabbed his wand and snapped it.

Another gun shot.

Harry grinned to himself as another Death Eater went down. He figured he had to look rather insane, grinning like a devil in a graveyard with blood on his face. At twelve o'clock!

Harry looked up, they weren't planning an air raid he looked back down just in time to dodge a burst of green light. Twelve o'clock isn't above you dumbass! Pay attention! Harry quickly shot a Death Eater in the back who made a run for the mansion in the distance.

He fished a shell out of his pocket and reloaded the shotgun. "Sirius!" He got a half-hearted 'What?!' from his left.

Sirius emerged with another wand and quite a few more shoved in his pockets. He handed Harry's wand back to him and pulled another one out at random. "You're going to need yours."

Harry took it and shoved it in his back pocket. He would use his shotgun while he still had it. And when you run out of ammo you can use it as a bludgeon! "Shut up."

Sirius looked back. "What Harry?"

"Nothing." He jogged up to Sirius' side. "So... what are we going to do? I looked back before you showed back and there's this glow-y ward stuff. It looks like this mist crap that's every where too."

Sirius ran a hand through his short hair. "We'll have to go up to the house and commandeer some flew powder then. The glow-y stuff was probably a ward."

Harry nodded and looked to the mansion in the distance. "How come I get the feeling whoever lives there is not going to like us?"

Disclaimer: I do not own The Wizard of Oz or Harry Potter. If you do not know where

Harry and Sirius are you should be ashamed of yourself. Almost the end!