Storm

A/N: New Harry Potter/ Twilight crossover! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Storm is fully based off me, but that's it. :D

Narrator POV


"Get them."

Storm automatically backed up. The hooded figures, her followers, advanced on the group. All four of them yanked out their wands, though fear was evident on their faces. Finally the hooded figures removed their hoods, revealing women. All looked a bit psychotic to be honest.

"Now." hissed Emmaline. The Golden Quartet did not wait. They began to fire spells like madmen.

"Use any curse you can think of! It doesn't matter, truly it doesn't. They want to kill us. Fight back!" commanded Storm, flinging a purple curse at a nearby girl. She dropped to the floor instantly and began to twitch. Hermione was using curses no one had heard of; Harry was disarming; Ron was stunning.

"We need to alert the rest of the D.A.!" whisper-yelled Storm in Hermione's ear. She understood immediately. Storm covered her as she sent out the mass message. Now was the waiting game. About one fourth of the Infernas Angelis were one the ground or dead. The more that feel, the more malicious the others got. They fought until they heard a scream.

"They're here!" chirped Storm. Standing in the doorway was Luna, Neville, and the two Weasley twins.

"We've alerted the Order!" announced Fred. Emmaline didn't flinch, only smirked.

"That's alright. By the time they get here you will be dead, and I will be gone."

"Not if I can help it!" cried Storm. They charged, full on. Emmaline and Shay stood behind the fighting, laughing as the children fell. One by One, everyone dropped. Left was Harry and Hermione. Storm had disappeared.

o.O.o

"What happened here?" exclaimed Arthur Weasley, at the sight. About thirty five of the Infernas lay dead or unconcious on the floor. Shay and Emmaline, along with the other fifteen had disappeared presumably with Storm.

"Storm's gone!" shouted Harry, running over to them. "We've got to find her!"

"Calm down Harry, we will." sighed Kingsley. "But we also need to dispose of these."

"And take care of the others." interjected Hermione. Her face was worried and sad. Storm was her best friend.

"Here's what we're gonna do..."

o.O.o

Storm opened her eyes, only to be blinded by a particularly brutal light. She appeared to be in a basement? It was damp and smelled like a basement. Across the room was someone! He had a long beard and appeared to be sleeping. Panic arose inside Storm once she realized her arms were chained to the brick wall.

"Hey. Hey. Hey!" hissed Storm. The sleeping figure stirred before sitting up. Once he did, she gasped.

"Dumbledore!"

"Storm? My dear, how did you get here!" asked Dumbledore. He looked different, worn. Not so powerful.

"Emmaline is Umbridge! She-she attacked. I was captured..." whispered Storm, embarrassed. "Sir, how did you get here?"

"Alas, I hadn't a clue of Ms. Volt's facade. However, I do now. Storm can you give me a hand here?" He rattled his own chains.

"I apologize sir, but I'm stuck too." sighed Storm, tugging uselessly against the steel.

"Not if you believe." Storm rolled her eyes. They sat in complete silence for the next few minutes. The entire time Storm wished the chains would vanish. She grew furious after part of the time.

"Storm!" gasped Dumbledore. Before Storm knew what had happened the chains disappeared.

"Your wand is over there, on a ledge." explained Dumbledore. Storm followed the wall, since the light had gone away, and found them.

"Hold on a second Professor." whispered Storm. She used a quick charm to find out her whereabouts, and once she knew she sent a Patronus to the order. They would arrive any moment. Storm scurried over to Dumbledore and quickly removed the shakles.

"Am I the only one who feels like this was too easy?" whispered Storm as they crept up the dark, wet stairs. Dumbledore laughed quietly.

"Oh no my dear."

o.O.o

Storm slowly crept through the house, wand out. Dumbledore had stayed back to keep watch. Storm knew once she saw Emmaline she had to kill her. That's how it was with Dark Wizards, there wasn't a prison cell that could contain them forever. It was something that had to be done. Cold, it was; Necessary, it was.

"Look who it is." trilled the cold voice of Emmaline Volt.

o.O.o

"Harry, come on! We have to go!" snapped Hermione, tugging on his arm. "She could be bloody dead by now!"

Harry hurried along, towards the appration point. Her wasn't skilled at it, having never learned. So Arthur side longed them. They appeared in front of a quaint, country house in the middle of nowhere. On normal circumstances Harry would like the house, but it was not normal circumstances.

"This way." whispered Ron, gesturing to a window.

"Hello Emmaline." They heard Storm and Hermione gasped inaudibly.

"We have to save her!"

"Time, we need a diversion!" explained Ron.

"That'll be me." sighed Harry. He darted away from the group before anyone could protest. Harry ran towards the back entrance. Shay stood guard. She turned away for a mere second, a huge mistake.

"Stupify!" snarled Harry, his wand aimed at her. She gasped before dropping to the ground. Harry quickly sprinted inside of the home. He heard raised voices and shouted. Harry heard a scream of pain and panicked.

"STORM!" screamed Harry, lunging toward a door. He flung it open. Inside were Storm and Emmaline, both appearing to be either dead or unconscious. S

"Storm!" gasped Harry. He sprinted over to her. The Order burst in just as he did. Harry felt for a pulse, breathing in relief when it was strong.

"She's...dead?" whispered Kinglsey, referring to Emmaline.

"Dead?" gasped Hermione, moving to Ron.

"Yeah. Darvin, take her to hold up." ordered Kingsley.

A laugh rang out throughout the room. "Easiest dark wizard I've ever killed."

Everyone turned to Storm as if she'd gone mad. But then they all agreed with her. Harry looked at her and kissed her. Storm quickly kissed him back.

"Now there's only one dark wizard we need to catch." whispered Ron. The room went quiet. They knew it was true.

"But, let's just take a moment and relax. Enjoy life? Eh?" suggested Storm, leaning onto Harry. The group smiled at each other.


A/N: Fin.