Chapter 12:
We're really rather close to the end of this story now – I hope you've enjoyed it!
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Amelie's POV:
Three days before the battle…
"Mr Lupin, if you do not move away this instant, I swear I will not assist with your mission," I threaten, deciding that a threat on his life wouldn't be best received. Slowly, he turns away from Harry and looks at me with an angry expression. This is quite possibly the most bizarre turn in events I have ever seen – only last week, this man was as thick as thieves with Harry, now I have to save him!
"Amelie, I believe I can act as I like when this is a boy who is like a son to me," Remus says quietly, attempting futilely to hide his anger in his voice.
"No, you cannot," I reply stonily. "This is my house, my town, and if you do not wish to live by my rules, I suggest you leave now," I continue and he looks shocked. "Now, what is it that Harry has done, exactly?" I ask, because if they are arguing about something to do with this war, I want to know.
"Remus doesn't seem to believe that attacking by surprise will work," Harry replies shortly, sounding rather irate about it.
"That is because what if they have all the Death Eaters there?" Remus asks in outrage. "We also won't be able to get in, will we?"
"I thought that we were going to use the passageway from the pub that you mentioned – The Hog's Head?" I butt into the conversation and Harry nods in agreement. "Then, if it leads directly into the school I don't see the issue with getting into the school – unless there is something that you aren't telling me," I continue, stating the obvious.
"No, in my opinion, there is nothing that could go wrong – we send ahead myself, Hermione, Ron, a couple of vampires and a couple of wizards whilst we get the scope on what's happening, then bring through the fighters about an hour later or so," Harry explains, confirming everything that I thought would happen.
I mean, seriously… what could go wrong with this plan? There is a strong entry and exit point for us to use, especially to get all those children out unscathed. I know I could never live with myself if any of those innocent children were killed by anyone, let alone one of my vampires... If there is ever a slaying of a child in Morganville (thankfully so rare) the offending vampire pays the price. Usually, with their life. No, innocent children and protection is not something I take lightly or treat as if it is unimportant - after all, what have they ever done to us?
"Yet I don't think that that is going to work," Remus argues - which isn't exactly what I would call the smartest option. "Aberforth isn't going to liike all of those children, not to mention our fighters, going through his pub and also, the Death Eaters aren't stupid... Well most of them. They're bound to notice the traffic going through the pub, just from the noise," he continues but Harry shakes his head.
"Remus, have you forgotten that we are wizards that can cast 'Muffliato' to stop them hearing?" Harry says slowly, moving away from the corner Remus had backed him into, and sitting down at the visiting side of my desk. I settle properly into my chair, hands folded over one another, and look with interest between the two wizards. They look like they both normally get on well, with Remus treating Harry like a sun, but now they're completely at each other's throats - no pun intended and the same with the irony there. "And Aberforth won't care, especially if we're saving the entire population of good wizards - ok?" he continues after a while - he is so insolent towards his elders!
"Fine, we'll go your way," Remus says, dejected and defeated. "But if it goes wrong, I can safely say I'll be blaming you," he says strongly - well he isn't holding back on shifting the blame to someone else, is he?
"Fine, you should go see Tonks and stuff now," Harry says coolly. "As otherwise if you're not prepared, we've wasted three months."
Remus makes a noise of disgust again (too low for Harry to hear) before nodding and stalking out of the room as if the child has done something wrong.
"I shall come with the rest of my people when we attack, not in the first few coming with yourself," I inform Harry of the decision I made last night. "I am afraid that I do not trust Oliver to not run off, nor to lead a mutiny whilst I am not there. I also wish to fight alongside my fellows - I can only hope you understand," I explain in more detail and he nods.
"Yeah, I completely understand - I'd hate to fight on my own... It's not nice," Harry agrees. "I'd be wanting to make sure mutinies don't occur as well!" he half jokes, raising a faint curling of my lips, sembling a smile.
"Yes, well, will you still be thanking me when I inform you that you will have the protection of Myrnin with you?" I ask, raising an eyebrow to gauge his reaction - I wonder how he'll face the information Myrnin will be protecting him.
"Um, crazy guy?" Harry asks dubiously, after a long pause.
"He is not crazy," I say slightly sharply. "He's a genius who suffered from bi-polar, we believe, in his human life... Yet he is perfectly stable and kind unless you either bleed in front of him or insult his dress sense or machines. So long as you meet these check points, you'll be fine," I explain how to keep Myrnin sweet, knowing that these points don't usually work, but it's better than sending him in blind!
"Ok then," Harry replies, not exactly sounding sure.
"He will be fine - he's rather looking forwards to the hunt and such," I say, smiling slightly as I remember the other night. He was dancing around his lab, like an absolute psychiatric patient, because he was so excited for three days time.
"Ok then," Harry repeats. "If that's all, I need to go speak with Ron and Hermione about our plans?" he says with a tone indicating he is asking permission.
"Go ahead," I say in an emotionless voice, motioning with my hand for him to leave. He does so, quickly, shutting the door behind himself almost seamlessly. I smile slightly at being alone before just sitting here for over an hour, doing and thinking nothing.
Claire's POV:
Amelie had SERIOUSLY better not get wind of this! If she does... Well, I think we'd all be in the doghouse or locked away for the next week.
"Where is she?" I ask Sam anxiously as he paces up and down the living room of The Glass House.
"She's in her office," he replies quickly. "Last I heard she was with Harry and Remus and discussing the viability of the plan."
"Good," I reply, slowly. "Then she'll probably do something for about an hour, giving us time to get our part planned," I continue, flopping onto the sofa next to Michael who smiles.
Sam continues to pace for a while before sitting down in the chair opposite us, looking at the pair of us.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he says quietly, pressing his hands together flat and resting his index fingers on his nose.
"Yes," Michael replies instantly. "We can't just sit here, wondering what's happening. We need to help, to do everything we can to help everyone... After all, they came to us for help when they needed it most. Why should WE be subjected to sitting to the side when everyone else can participate?"
The only part of what we're going to do that I don't like is the killing part. Even though they're really bad, I'm going to feel so guilty - I don't think I'll be drinking their blood whatsoever. After all, drinking from a live human is NOT something I ever planned on doing and I'm scared if I do I'll get a taste for blood that way.
"Claire?" Sam asks, looking at me directly.
"We have to," I say simply. "It's not fair that we have to stay here, but if we do... Let's make the best of it. Let's do something to help them fight, to make it easier, so they won't perish."
"But what if we do?" Sam counter-argues. I have a feeling he's playing Devil's Advocate, to try and see how I've planned it out. Amelie seems to think I'm plotting something to try and get out of Morganville with them, but I'm not!
"You're forgetting that I made a special batch of serum for us three that's stronger, meaning we're harder to beat," I say triumphantly, with a wicked smile. That was hard to do, without Myrnin finding out, but it worked - it lasted on Michael for three days and he was almost as strong and fast as Amelie. So basically, the serum works!
"Good one," Sam says, relaxing and smiling rather than being serious. "So what exactly are we going to do?" he asks.
I lean forwards and explain all...
Sorry it's short, my MV chapters have been about 5/6000 words recently & I needed to write something a little shorter!
What do you think the 3 are planning?
Battle either next chappy or the one after!
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Vicky xx
