Here is another chapter! OMG it's getting close to this story's anniversary! I can't believe it~ anyway, this was beta'd by KappasRule, and I hope you all review~
I own neither DGM nor Harry Potter (I can't find the line-split thing xD)
The blonde man laughed. "Bodyguard? Really, an exorcist for a bodyguard?" Allen winced. "I can't believe Dumbledore went out of his way to contact the Black Order." He felt all eyes on him.
"How?" Allen demanded.
"Surely you know of the Noah."
"I knew it." Allen seethed.
"Speaking of which, you also have a prophecy that the Earl needs."
Allen winced, and instantly went for the orb in his pocket. "I have no idea what you are talking about." He felt all eyes on him, including his own group.
"Enough, Lucius!" Harry defended. "If you want either of our prophecies, then come and get them!"
Lucius doesn't budge. "Really, Potter. You expect to defeat all of us with your little school friends? Now hand them over, and they won't have to die here."
Allen transformed his arm into gun mode, temporarily shocking everyone. "Would you like to rephrase that?" He asked, aiming the gun at Lucius. Lucius pursed his lips.
A death eater stepped forward and removed their hood. "I haven't escaped Azkaban for this!" She raised her wand and aimed it at Allen.
"No, Bellatrix! If the prophesy is smashed-"
Bellatrix sighed and lowered her wand, and turned to the other Death Eaters. "Take the youngest girl. We'll see how committed Potter is as we torture her."
Allen and the DA encircled around Ginny, protecting her. Harry aimed his wand at Bellatrix's chest, and the prophecy was held tightly in his other hand. "You even try to take her and I'll smash this thing." He casually tossed it into the air, and caught it again. Allen watched Lucius's face in amusement.
"Why do the Earl and Voldemort want these prophecies?" Allen asked.
"You dare speak the Dark Lord's name?" Lucius hissed.
"Yeah, of course. It's just a name." Allen shrugged. "Voldemort."
"How dare you utter that name from that half-blood mouth of yours?" Bellatrix seethed. Allen cocked his head.
"Half-blood?"
"Did you know that Voldemort is a half-blood too?" Harry asked.
Bellatrix raised her wand, only to be stopped by Lucius. "Control yourself, Bellatrix!" Reluctantly, she listened to him and lowered her wand.
"So, what is so special about these anyway?" Harry asked. Bellatrix shrieked in laughter.
"You mean Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden here?" Lucius asked incredulously.
"What?" Harry asked. The Death Eaters laugh loudly, and Harry whispered to his group, "When I give the signal, fire at the shelves." Allen nodded firmly.
"So that's what took you so long. We wondered." Lucius said.
"But why did he need me to take it?" Harry asked.
"Only a person whom the prophesy was made can remove it from its shelf, Potter, and the Dark Lord certainly couldn't get it himself."
"What about the Earl? He could've easily gone here himself." Allen countered.
"You know, we don't keep in touch too much. I have no idea what he is planning." Lucius shrugged. "From what I heard, he wants it to find the heart of…. Heart of… something."
"Heart of innocence?" Allen asked.
"Yes!"
"NOW!" Harry yelled.
Allen aimed for the nearest shelve, and fired. Everyone else did the same. The Death Eaters covered their faces as debris from the orbs fall onto them. "Run!"
Smoke fills the air as shelves began to collapse all around them. Everyone ran for the exit, Allen stayed behind the group.
Lucius grabbed at him, but Allen shot at his feet and he immediately backed off.
The group made it through the exit, with Allen in tow. They were now in the clock room. "Collopotorus!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing her wand at the door and locking it.
"Where'd the rest go?" Harry asked.
Allen looked around the room. Only him, Neville, Harry, and Hermione made it. "Harry, they went the wrong way!" Hermione cried.
They run to where the rest of the group may have gone, but before they can turn a heel, the door they had come through exploded. Thinking quickly, they dived underneath several desks. Death Eaters filed into the room, slowly moving in between the clocks and desks.
"They might have gone on to the hall."
"Check under the desks."
Allen immediately panicked. He jumped out from underneath the desk. "Guys, go!" He aimed his cannon at one of the Death Eaters.
"No way!" Harry cried, jumping from underneath the desk. "Stupefy!" A jet of red light hit the Death Eater that Allen was aiming at. He was knocked into the wall.
Hermione jumped from underneath her desk and darted for the exit. Bellatrix, however, noticed and aimed her wand at Hermione. "Avada-"
"Expelliarmus!"
Before Allen could do anything, Bellatrix's wand was knocked out of her hand, courtesy of Neville.
"Stupefy!" Harry knocked Bellatrix off of her feet.
Someone shouted from the next room. "Ron!" Harry exclaimed.
"Impedimenta!"
Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Allen were flung off of their feet. Hermione slammed against a bookshelf, and the books fell on top of her. Neville flew over a desk, Harry struck against a wall. Allen caught himself before any damage could be inflicted on him.
Allen fired at the two Death Eaters that had attacked them, and they were knocked against a wall. He deactivated his innocence, and turned back to Hermione, Neville, and Harry, and found that they had recuperated. Well, Neville and Harry had. Hermione still hasn't moved.
"Hermione!"
Harry stumbled over his own feet, but managed to make it to Hermione. Allen approached them. "Please don't be dead…" Harry repeated to himself. "Hermione wake up…" He shook her.
Neville ran over. "What did they do to her?"
Harry shook his head.
Allen sighed, and reached for Hermione's wrist. "She's fine, there's a pulse."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Can we carry her?" Harry asked.
"Let me-" Allen started.
"No, let me." Neville said. "You guys are much better at fighting than I am."
Harry and Allen nodded, and Neville hoisted Hermione over his back, before finally moving on to the next room. "What now?" Allen asked Harry.
"I don't know..."
A door opens, making Allen jump in shock. Luna and Ginny emerge, helping Ron walk in between them. "What happened?" Harry demanded.
"I think my ankle's broken. And somebody hit Ron with a strange spell." Ginny explained.
Ron laughed weirdly. "Hey, why's there an old man in here?"
Ginny's leg buckles under, and both her and Ron collapse. Harry ran to their side. Allen reprimanded. Old… man…? Wait, does he mean me?!
Allen hung his head low, and sulked. Neville sweat-dropped at him, and they both went to Ginny, Ron, and Luna's side.
