AN: How long since the last update? I am really terrible. The truth is real life caught up with me. External exams to revise for, endless mountains of homework to do.
Anyway way longest chapter ever. Enjoy!
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The night was still young but the moonlight was already waning as mist rolled up from the river banks enveloping the small town in an eerie translucent vapour. The river bank was deserted despite the earliness of the hour and the absence of street lamps made the scenery look strangely alien. The water rose and fell like the harsh breathing of some unknown beast while the birds watched from nearby trees with apprehension.
The blurred outline of a lone figure appeared from the mist, in a long dark travelling cloak that did much to obscure his features. With an air of purpose he stopped along the river bank and leaned gracefully on the railings. His interest seemed to be the opposite bank with its unaltered bank and fringe of oak trees where several flocks of birds were nesting. Autumn had yet to touch the secluded spot and only the birds that emerged from the mess of leaves could be distinguished.
Birds, however were not the only source of interest for beyond the oaks, a little way in the distance stood an imposing mansion, of exquisite Regency architecture. The symmetrical façade brought a degree of order to the otherwise unoccupied opposite bank. Its shallow roof was visible against the last feeble orange glow of daylight to the west. The stranger seemed fairly content to simply watch what remained of the day fade into darkness like the sky behind him.
Suddenly three more figures appeared stealthily from the mist, wearing similar clothing so that it became hard to distinguish each individual as they huddled together along the railings. They too seemed to be interested in the birds as they ruffled their feathers and chirped irritably.
As if on cue all four figures pulled back from the railings and simultaneously disappeared with the smallest of gestures. However none seemed to notice the small scrap of tobacco that had fallen to the ground.
The owl, which had been hooting banefully outside the window, finally spread its wings and migrated to another tree having tired of the lack of audience. Harry rubbed his head like a harden drinker after a particularly bad hangover. The detail of the dream was fading fast but the main plot remained as clear as it had been several minutes before.
It was too dark to decipher the time from the old brass clock on the mantelpiece, but Harry knew intuitively that he had only been sleeping for a short time. The moon was not visible through the blanket of cloud and dark shadows were cast on the lawn by the lamps downstairs.
What remained of the dream swarmed around Harry's mind in disarray. Snape had wiped his memory because he, Harry, had seen his professor talking to a strange man. The stranger's features were blurred but Harry was quite sure he would be able to identify him at a later date. However the whole scenario seemed extremely unlikely, to his knowledge there had not been any conferences in May that the Dark Lord had attended.
A nagging feeling of impending doom returned when the bothersome owl returned in tow with a dead vole and continued its monotonous recital. Suddenly as if an invisible soul had pour a vat of freezing water over his head, Harry jumped out of bed.
Sirius and the Order were attempting a rescue that very night! And Voldemort was going to catch them all!
Shivering from head to toe, Harry had never felt to useless in his entire life. He was powerless to save his godfather. Voldemort would have all the resistance within his grasp by morning and then…there would be nothing left to fight for.
"Young Harry should not be out of bed," Nagini's head poked around the door.
"I'm just a bit thirsty, Nagini," muttered Harry.
"Thirst…have the house elves not sufficiently supplied you with water?"
"Yes, they have, I just can't sleep that's all,"
"Well, go back to sleep," hissed Nagini "Master has left on official business and I will be hunting tonight. You will need your strength come sunrise." Harry's heart leapt fleetingly.
"What will happen tomorrow?" he demanded.
"You shall see," muttered Nagini cryptically. Although Harry thought she needn't have bothered. The entire household including the house elves knew the end of the rebellion had finally come.
There were no guards in the building that Harry could spy from his window on the third floor. The garden was deserted as was the carriageway leading to the front of the manor, which had been a favourite haunt of the palace guards. It was fairly unnerving to see the grounds so desolate, however the situation could be exploited.
In the days when Fred and George reigned supreme in Harry's list of popular heroes, he would have been quite tempted to listen to his inner Weasley Twins. However the past year had drained Harry's resolve and reserves of recklessness, and now the daring plan that was forming inside his head seemed suicidal to his logic orientated brain.
"You know growing up with Fred and George, you feel anything is possible…" Ginny's words stirred in him the vestiges of the Gryffindor bravery (or recklessness) and filled him with a strange sense of warmth that Harry had not felt for a very long time; the same warmth that had once carried him to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius.
Perhaps he had been cooped up in the house for too long because the rational side of his brain screamed in protest as Harry surveyed the area with a bloody minded resolve. There were no guards in the carriageway tonight. Several divisions must have been diverted to help with the mission.
The wall below his window was coated in thick layer of green ivy that looked deceptively secure. However it was the only way down to the drive without alerting Nagini or the House Elves. From his window it looked a very long way down and far below he could see the gravel path would not provide a comfortable landing.
Taking a deep breath Harry was about to open window when he suddenly realised the magnitude of his decisions. If I am going to get away I may as well be prepared. He did not have much time to scourge around for some essential supplies but he definitely needed to get changed, running around in white pyjamas was definitely a bad idea. For one hilarious moment he pictured the Twins' faces if they heard he was about to escape Voldemort's fortress by jumping out of window.
A surge of excitement tore through him like lightening, finally after all this time he was going to make a break for it. The situation was surreal; his feelings of elations and anticipation were almost dreamlike.
The local owls started to hoots once more as if to remind Harry that his time was short and there was no time to stand around dreaming. He needed a plan.
There was a small floo port two miles due west of the estate. It was officially derelict but the Death Eaters occasionally used it to get to Deer Forest during the stag season when Voldemort organised weekly hunts. He had to take a gamble that there would be some floo power in the shed, as sneaking downstairs was out of the question. After that…he had no idea. The location of the detention centre was officially classified; all he knew was the name "Harlame Institute". Perhaps that was enough to get the floo portal to work, he had no other choice.
As for his possessions, he hastily shoved several unopened bars of chocolate that he had stashed under his bed, old habits die hard. Unhooking his cloak from its position beside the door, he hastily crammed it into the first satchel that came to hand. His heart was pounding so hard, he was certain it would give him away. Blood rushed to his ears with a continuous dull roar and his hands trembled from the strain.
When he had successfully pulled on a suitably dark attire, Harry saw that he had wasted five minutes of precious time. It was now or nothing, Nagini could return at any moment.
Unaware that he had been holding his breath, he let it out in a long silent sigh and with one swift moment he pulled up the window. He knew he had to do it or he would waver and break, but the ground seemed so far away.
Shakily he put one leg out of the window and instantly regretted; his leg shook so hard the window panes rattled. However the stubborn streak was not deterred by minor mishaps, with considerable difficulty he rotated and pushed his other leg and the rest of his body out of the window so that he was dangling comically from the window ledge. His legs swung wildly searching for a support but the ledge jetted out too far for his legs to grip the ivy below.
Suddenly he became very aware that his hands were slipping from the window ledge, slowly but surely the rough stone scraped past him fingers. He was going to fall! Before he could scream out loud, his grip snapped.
Fate seemed to pity Harry for his quidditch reflexes kicked in and his hand closed securely around a strand of ivy. Although it creaked ominously, he was safe…for now. The decent downwards was slow and unsteady, he stopped several times to catch his breath and calm his erratic heartbeat. However his fear of discovery prevent from him giving into his reluctance. It seemed an eternity before his feet finally touched the gravelled ground without any life defying stunts.
Harry's legs wobbled pathetically as tried to walk forwards and the gravel made a deafeningly loud crackling noise. His circumspect caused him to shrink back into the shadows and survey the area…it was devoid of all life apart from the restless owls.
Silently he set off towards to the open gates, half a mile down the huge drive. Thankfully the moon had disappeared behind the clouds and the light from the torches left huge patches of darkness, which provided ideal covering for the fugitive. The shed was not far from the gate, only two miles, he could make it under an hour.
Two hundred miles away at the other side of country, four similar fugitives were standing underneath an impressive natural rock outcrop. Beyond and out of sight stood and equally imposing fortress.
Charlie was the first to remove his hood, but his expression of concern did not comfort anyone. Fletcher pressed himself against the rock and surveyed the region with dread.
"Yer think it's a good place, heh?" he growled in a low whisper. The other two men seemed equally tense.
"Don't worry, the East wall is within a stone's throw of here," hissed Charlie as he too withdrew into the shadow of the red rock.
"I hope you know what you're doing Weasley," muttered Kingsley as he drew his partially concealed wand.
"Dad and Bill will be fine. Now in less than ten minutes the change of guard will occur. We must be swift, these passes are not foolproof. Use a levitation spell; they are simple and relatively overlooked in term of security. Most people expect something more complicated. Make sure you don't physically touch the walls, they are pressure sensitive," Charlie spoke quietly but hurriedly as if he was excepting to be overheard.
"Wot d' we once we're on the wall?" asked Dung looking thoroughly confused,
"We drop into the courtyard," said Sirius curtly. It was the first time he had spoken and the others looked at him in surprise.
"Yeah," agreed Charlie, his face contorted with worry, "but it's not that simple we have to enter the courtyard via predefined entrances, but there is another way…" he hesitated as if listening to an internal debate.
"We could fly across," finished Kingsley. Perhaps it was a trick of the light but Dung suddenly looked faith, the colour leeched away from his face. A wild wind gushed into the small space underneath the natural feature and increases in ferocity in the small confined. The four figures huddled closely to prevent their clothing flaring into the light.
"We can propel each other across the 200 yard distance," muttered Charlie looking about him as if an evil omen had just manifested itself. "It's the best way…the only way."
"If you say so, but how do we get into the jail cell?" asked Dung derisively, his face the colour of badly made parchment.
"I know which one Remus is in, we can used this potion -," Charlie produced a small vial of green liquid from the sleeves of his robes,
"How come no one tells me anything?" demanded Dung, affronted.
"You weren't listening," snapped Sirius as quietly as possible, but even if he had shouted the howling of the wind would have been suffice to disguise his voice.
"We can use this potion to corrode the windows, but it will obviously trigger the alarm. We have to move fast after that, we going up to the roof -,"
"We'll be trapped!" hissed Dung, his voice laced with fear.
"No we will not Dad and Bill will be read to get us," assured Charlie.
"There's three minutes left, gentlemen," said Kingsley calmly and for a moment Dung looked as if he was going to refuse to leave his hiding place but his resolve had never failed him before. If anything, Dung hated to feel like a coward. The late change of plans had resulted in him having to learn a different procedure. Arthur Weasley was not healthy enough to attempt such advanced and right now he felt almost as drained as Arthur had looked.
Disillusion charms were cast in grim silence, until everyone blended well into the red rock.
Silently, stealthily the four figures moved out into the open just as the moon was swallowed by a thick blanket of ominously black clouds. As they approached the East wall, carefully making the best of the limited foliage for cover, they saw that they would just be in time. The darkness concealed the swampy, soft ground that separated the fortress from the river. It was not easy going but after years of dealing in darkness; Dung was used to unpleasant surprises.
The wall loomed in front of them like an insurmountable obstacle; even the red bricks seemed more jagged than normal. Kingsley discretely held up 1 finger, and then they waited at the foot of the wall with baited breath. Distant sounds of anonymous wildlife floated past them but the soldiers inside the wall were too quite even for their enhanced hearing.
Suddenly a loud chiming noise nearly produced a surprise yelp from Dung but thankfully Sirius reach over a rough hand to silence him. It was their cue.
Kingsley was the first to start his enchantment, having spent so much time perfecting the enchantment with Dung had paid off. His body rose swiftly into the air and started the ascent. Sirius followed closely behind, just to the left of Kingsley to prevent them colliding.
Beside Dung, Charlie swallowed thickly, at times like these he could help noticing how young the boy looked. Too young to be face so many challenges.
Charlie rose unsteadily into the air but he steadied his concentration and started to float up faster than the other two. Now it was Dung's turn, his mouth suddenly felt parched and dry, the nerves in his arms tingled from the build up magic waiting to be unleashed. With a swift motion he muttered the incantation and imagined, like Kingsley had advised him, the swirls of magic surrounding him in cocoon. An essence seemed to warm him soul as he felt the ground leave the soles of his feet…he was floating.
He was holding his breath with fear as the spot where he had stood just a few seconds vanished completely from his sight and the top of the wall loomed ever closer. Kingsley was only a little away above him, slowing him own ascent.
The wall was deserted, and Kingsley had stealthily landed on the walkway. His body vanished from view as he ducked down to examine the courtyard and the building beyond. Faint sounds of marching feet diminished by every step. Good, at least they made it to the top of the wall in one piece.
Sirius was the next to land; stretching out his hand he felt the fabric of the wall for magical alarms. There were none. Their absence alone should not have triggered even his over suspicious mind; the new regime was arrogant enough to believe that nothing could possibly challenge their military supremacy. However proverbial alarm bells reverberated through his head.
This is far too easy.
His line of through could not be carried far as Dung and Charlie landed successfully on the walkway, the latter panting hard. Charlie had not mastered the art of self-levitation; the curriculum at Hogwarts did not cover wandless magic.
Too late now, hopefully he will still have some fight in him.
Dung crouched behind the wall and peered down into the courtyard below. There were no railings to protect him from the 30 metre drop and the hard gravel ground did not look too inviting. It was strange to think that after all his years of acrobatic criminal activities; he was still slightly uncomfortable with heights.
Kingsley beckoned them to spread out along the wall, it would not do cluster together when attempting something as dangerous as propulsion. Charlie would be the first to be magically propelled over the barren courtyard.
200 yards was 70 metres, not very far…not too far for an auror to manage.
Even in the dim light Kingsley could discern that Charlie was exhausted. It was much harder to propel someone without their input; perhaps it would be wiser and quicker to throw Dung instead.
As if an unspoken agreement had occurred, Dung shuffled forwards until he was almost parallel with Kingsley crouched right at the edge of the ledge. Kingsley focused his mind on the swirling mass of magical energy around him, drawing on their power.
Dung felt an insistent push on his back, as if someone was trying to push him over the edge. His survival instincts kicked in of their own accord and he desperately tried to fight the magic but at the last moment his conscious mind took over and he allowed his body to relax.
A sudden painful force struck him in the back, as if he had been hit by a giant elastic band. His body lurched forwards like a cannon ball and thankfully the wind blocked his scream. The building was rushing towards him at a terrifying rate, thousands of glowing windows spiralled in his vision.
WHICH ONE?
Before he could even contemplate the possibilities, hard unbreakable glass slammed into the side of him face with enough force to leave him dazed. His survival instinct proved more useful this time, as his hand clenched around the metal bar above the window frame.
His vision took longer to react, but when it did Dung saw, to his amazement, the astonished face of Remus Lupin gaping at him through the window.
If he had been any condition to laugh, he would have probably alerted the guards with his raucous bawling. The situation was beyond hilarious.
However any thought of humour drained away faster than water off a ducks back. He was dangling off the side of a building, five storeys up, and unable to open the window because Charlie had the potion.
If Kingsley lives through this suicidal expedition I will take great delight in casting an entrail expelling curse on him! Cursed Dung.
However as he twisted awkwardly around to face the other way, his peripheral vision caught sight of something that cause his hatred for Kingsley to instantly double. Charlie was flying towards him at an enormous speed, his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Perhaps it was fate or just sheet dumb luck, because Dung let go of the iron bar out of shock and ended up dangling pathetically off the window ledge, his legs swinging alarmingly back and forth.
Charlie, to his credit, gripped the bar recently vacated by Dung. His body was frozen in shock and his mind numb from the near death experience. Perhaps Remus's could see Charlie's expression; it would probably be a perfect match to his own.
Carefully manoeuvring himself so that he faced outwards once again, Dung was pleased to see that there were no other human projectiles flying in his direction. Kingsley and Sirius were probably debating who was going to the last one to cross. The grounds were eerily silent despite the drama that had just unfolded.
Above him, Charlie seemed to be regaining his sense. However this also meant that his rugged breathing ensued. The wind had dropped to leave a deadly silence in its wake. A deadly silence in which Charlie's breathing sounded like the mechanical grating of rough millstone.
If he could have reached the boy, Dung would definitely take pleasure in slapping a hand over his mouth, but right now all he could do was hang limply from the concrete window ledge with both hands and wait with baited breath.
Charlie was undoing the stopper, the popping noise sounded like a cannon to his ears in the unnatural silence. Slowly a low sizzling sound reached his ears as the acidic potion ate through the layers of unbreakable glass.
Drops of sickly green potion trickled down the window frame and flowed onto the ledge, lazily snaking towards Dung's fingers like a lethal serpent, poised to strike. He was in no position to defend himself. A trail of stark, smooth concrete could be seen underneath the green slime. His neck ached from bending backwards to track the progress of the acid and he dared not to shout out for fear of discovery.
Suddenly he became aware that Charlie's boots were no longer blocking off half his vision. The dark corner of Charlie's clock disappeared through the gaping whole that was once a window. With a swiftness of foot that Dung didn't even know he possessed, the retired thief swung himself up onto the ledge narrowly avoiding the stream of toxic potion and clambered into Remus's jail cell.
It felt good be back on firm solid ground even if the said ground was currently the floor of a detention cell.
Remus stood next to Charlie, the shocked expression permanently welded onto his face.
"The alarms haven't gone off," said Charlie. There was a dazed calmness about him that Dung perceived to be slightly more frightening than outright panic.
"Perhaps they forgot?" muttered Dung hopefully, as the cold hand of dread tightened its hold on his stomach.
Perhaps they were expecting us?
"This is suicide!" exclaimed a voice that both men had forgotten. Remus had turned on them his eye ablaze with anger…and gratitude?
"What would you expect from a fellow Marauder?" demanded a scratchy baritone voice from behind them. It took Dung's fear ridden brain several moments to process the information.
Sirius Black stood beside the window, his arms folded and a lopsided grin on his face. It was slightly unnatural but only slightly.
"Now we will all be killed," declared Remus eyeing his friend.
"Remus you always did have a tendency towards pessimism," commented Sirius trying and failing to sound light hearted. "Right everyone get ready, we're blasting our way out once Kingsley makes it,"
Kingsley who had opted to levitate himself across, was inching towards them at a phenomenally slow rate.
He is so stupid, first Charlie now this! Dung's pervious encounter with death had only intensified his notion that Kingsley possessed a seriously flawed logic.
Sirius turned away and pulled out his wand.
Whether Kingsley was glad for the unspoken assistance was irrelevant because Sirius succeeded in pulling the auror towards him. Kingsley landed as gracefully as possible on the hard concrete floor.
"Get ready," he ordered straight away his face a mask of calmness but Dung knew no one could face such a situation without feeling that same sense of chilling fear that was currently waging war with his stomach.
Remus, perhaps feeling there was no point in complaining anymore than he already closed his eyes and tried to focus his magic. Wandless magic was no mean feat.
"Three, two, one…"
A once four jets of red light hit the door, and amalgamated into one intense ball of light. A split second later the sturdy metal door was flung against the stone wall across the narrow hall. It's demise reverberate through the corridor, a long low note that nearly caused Dung's knees to buckle.
Silent the five companions ran into the hall, there footsteps tapping lightly on the grey stones. Suddenly hurtling around the corner was a black robed warden his wand clutched tightly in his right hand. By the shocked expression on his face, he definitely had not been expecting to confront five of the most dangerous fugitives.
Before he could open his mouth to curse the invaders, Sirius pointed his wand at the man's chest and a jet of red light streaked silently towards the hapless warden. He crumpled equally quietly onto the stone floor, his face frozen in shock.
The hardened expression of Sirius's face did not seem to register what he had just done. Instead he leapt nimbly over the body and proceeded down the corridor a little way ahead of the rest of the expedition.
To Dung's left Charlie was trying in vain to communicate something to Remus, who unfortunately was too intent on catching up with his errant friend.
"Slow down, we have to turn right at the next junction!" cried Charlie his blotched face, whitening as he reached out to Sirius.
Sirius did not slow down and they carried on running. There did not seem to be any other obstacle in their path, which far from giving them any optimism filled them with dread.
Was this all really an elaborate plot?
Perhaps if he could think clearly Dung might have formed a coherent answer, but right now the blur of grey walls, the pounding of blood to his head, the rugged panting of his companions, pushed all thoughts out of his head.
"Sirius, down to your right!" carried Charlie from someway behind Dung, who momentarily allowed himself a glance back. The boy was not holding up too well. The levitation spell seemed to have drained him both mentally and physically. Kingsley pulled back to escort Charlie and Dung turned away feeling somewhat relieved.
He was no hero; he could not help Charlie.
The dissident band wheeled around the corner, into a much wider passage way lit by floating candles, which reminded Dung eerily of Hogwarts. However he had no time to dwell on his thoughts. They were approaching a flight of steps.
This was the way to the roof. They were nearly there!
Suddenly errant shouts approached his eyes and from the corridors that split off from either side of the steps, pour dark hooded wardens, their wands bared.
Sirius, spearheading the advance, did not even slow down at their sudden appearance. He charged and jumped towards the leader with an anguished cry of rage, looking very much like the shaggy black grim of his alternate form.
With a horrid realisation Dung saw that Remus did not have a wand. He had only one wand and he needed it.
Remus is more important than me! His erratic logic was not helping the situation. A ducked furiously as a jet of green light shot over the top of his head.
The passage way was in chaos. Kingsley to his left was a cyclone of spells, easily shooting down several of the less experienced wardens. Charlie was holding his own against a mighty brute of a wizard, whose bulk hindered his agility. However as he shot several complicated curses at Charlie, Dung decided that the boy needed his help more than Remus.
Rushing through the throng of confusion and curses he awkwardly dodged several lethal curses meant for his head. Even before he could straighten up, Dung saw a pair of black boots running towards his crouched figure. Without even a conscious though he struck out with his left foot at the attacker. There was a high pitch cry of surprise and the warden fell onto the hard floor.
"Stupefy!" cried Dung as he brought his wand in a slashing motion down on his victim. Somewhere in the background he could vaguely here Sirius' various war cries ringing out through the passageway.
Just as he turned back to Charlie, the giant warden thrust his wand towards the boy and a silver streak of light hit Charlie square in the chest. His taunt body was flung sideways into Kingsley's potential victims, knocking several of them to the floor.
"No!" Dung sprung forwards, knocking aside an ill timed intruder, and leapt over the still bodies of several other wardens. He reached the bulky warden even before he realised the cry of pain had come from his own mouth.
The brute seemed to be laughing at him, but no sound reached Dung's ears except the hot pounding of blood in his vein. Anger boiled underneath his skin all thoughts of clever hexes forgotten.
His mouth stretched wide in a roar of rage that did not reach his own ears. The confused cries of battle were lost to him. Suddenly there was only him and his opponent in the entire universe.
The first curse to come to his head tore across the narrow space between them and was dissipated by the blue shield protecting the monster before him.
NO! He would not be defeated!
As if in slow motion, Dung felt his hand twist of its own accord, and his tongue formed words alien to him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a long lost voice rang out loud and clear.
Nothing can stop the Killing Curse.
A strange feeling of suspension overcame him. It was as though he was watching the entire scene unfold in the muggle cinema. At the last moment as the green light crawled across no man's land and hit his opponent on the chest, the camera zoomed in and he saw the pain reflected in the dark irises.
Suddenly the sensation was gone and his body slammed back to earth. The brute lay crumpled several feet away from him, a tangled mass of robes and limbs.
That was the final straw for his long suffering stomach, he leant over and hot acid erupted from his mouth like lava.
"RUN!" the cry was so loud, as if someone was hollering down his ear. He jerked upright, limbs shaking from the effort.
Beyond him, Remus was dragging a limp Charlie up the stairs. Sirius was close behind them. It was Kingsley beckoning him to move.
He suddenly realised his legs were too weak to support his weight and as he took a step forwards, they collapsed under him.
"RUN!" the dung drone of the battle echoed in his ears. He needed to move!
Summoning the tatters of his stamina, Dung leapt shakily to his feet and run for the stairs. Behind him he could hear Kingsley following.
Clambering up winding steps was not so hard, but his legs wobbled pathetically. Kingsley turned every now and then to fire hexes at their pursuers. The steps were so narrow; he could pick them off one at a time.
Small thin windows cast dim patches of light on the steps that blurred as Dung ran up them. Cold air whipped through his thin robes. He was nearly there.
Ahead of him he saw Sirius levitating the limp form of Charlie. They approached a heavy oak door.
Nothing was going to stop them now. Bill and Arthur would be waiting on the roof…
The door exploded outwards under Sirius' considerable magic. A blast of wind nearly knocked Dung off his feet, but he kept rushing forwards.
He burst onto the roof directly behind Remus and Sirius and to he was met by an expanse of flat grey concrete. No tiles, no slope, no chimneys…no Bill!
"I am afraid your friends have not been able to join you," the cold voice behind make Dung convulse with terror.
Horror compelled him to turn around. He did so slowly, as if his mind no long exerted any voluntary control over his own body.
Standing above the door they had come from was Lord Voldemort, his red eyes glinting hungrily.
AN: Hope you like that, twisting ending but do review.
Oh by the way anyone like Star Wars Luke and Vader fics. They are great! The Illusionist is my new fic on it. Shameless father son story.
