So sorry for the long break, hopefully, I'll be able to post every weekend.
I'm trying to figure out what the long-term plot for this story will be. Is there anything that you have never read in a Harry Potter fanfiction that you would like to see? I'm looking for inspiration.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 14
Sirius transformed into a dog, slamming Scrimgeour against the wall. He slumped over, unconscious. "Sorry, Minister," Sirius apologized as he slung him over his shoulder. "Never really liked you anyways." Then, he Apparated back to the Atrium. The others Apparated next to him, just as they had planned.
"We've got company," Shacklebolt announced. "Right on schedule."
Tossing back a silky mane of jet black hair, Jem Lynn Riddle strode into view.
"Don't worry, Minister." She smiled. "I'll save you."
There was something about that smile that had the Aurors questioning why they would ever want to be within a hundred yards of the girl.
Death Eaters swarmed around her, grabbing civilians and killing them right on the spot.
The Aurors jumped into action, fighting as hard as they could, determined not to have their plan backfire.
Sirius glanced at Moody, wondering why he hadn't given the signal. It was quite clear that they couldn't hold back the Death Eaters for long, and the girl wasn't even helping them yet.
Moody seemed to be studying the Atrium looking for something that would fit the last stage of the plan.
Aurors were shooing people through the fireplaces while trying to battle the Death Eaters.
Sirius saw Remus narrowly dodge a silver plate thrown at his neck, and James narrowly dodged a killing curse. Sirius had to drop the minister to avoid getting blasted by a Cruciatus Curse.
Across the Atrium, Jem could be seen doing nothing. However, if someone watched very closely, she could be seen twitching the wand that was hanging at her side. Her eyes were moving back and forth, but lingering on Moody longer than anyone else.
Suddenly a Death Eater was thrown across the room inches in front of her face and her concentration was broke.
Moody shook out of his daze, and with a quick glance around the Atrium he gave the signal that the Aurors were desperately hoping for.
James Potter lept onto the statue in the middle of the Atrium and climbed to the top. He then hit what seemed to be a button and lept off of the statue, landing on the floor with a big thump.
Jem saw a number of things happen at once. A small beam of magic shot out from the place on top of the statue that Potter had hit. It bounced off some glass, switched directions, and headed very quickly towards a bag that was Disillusioned on the ceiling. As soon as the beam passed through that bag, it continued to the next, and Jem saw hundreds of bags hidden around the room. Dread filled her stomach.
Black smoke descended from the bags and surrounded the room. The other Death Eaters, oblivious to the beam of magic, as they did not have the eyes that Jem did, gawked before dropping to the floor when the smoke hit them.
Jem analyzed the smoke and deduced from the different components, that the smoke was meant to knock out all who carried a link to Tom Marvolo Riddle, or more accurately, the Dark Mark.
Jem thanked her father in her head for not giving her the mark when she was little.
She gasped as she realized that many of her father's most powerful followers now lay on the floor, vulnerable to the Aurors.
She activated the emergency portkeys that they all wore, but encountered a ward blocking them.
Gathering all of the strength that she had, she blasted through the wards and sent the Death eaters on their way. In doing so, she accidentally blasted everything that was five feet around her including the portkeys of her and two other Death Eaters, who lay dead on the floor. She winced; her father would not be happy.
When the smoke cleared she saw the Aurors looking around stunned at the empty room. They then focused in on their main target who was running towards the doors, leaving the two Death Eaters behind.
Dodging hexes and jinxes, Jem tried to dive into the telephone booth. She desperately punched in the code that would take her to the muggle world. Normally she would have used Floo Powder, but she wouldn't be able to go anywhere safe anyway.
As the booth slowly creaked upwards, Moody shot a curse that made the booth fall to the floor. Angrily, Jem flung open the door and jumped out before she was crushed in the wrecked telephone booth.
Unfortunately, she landed in the middle of the Aurors. She raised her wand only to find that it was not there and that she had been disarmed as she had been falling. Jem had let her emotions blind her and would have to pay for her consequences.
She sent out a pure burst of magical power which sent the all of the Aurors flying back several yards, many of them getting knocked out in the process. Those remaining jumped up ran immediately back to her. Potter and Black were closest, so she raised a wall of fire in a circle around her.
They didn't slow down and blasted water through the fire creating small holes in her wall. Jem set to fixing it when pain exploded in her scar. Her father had arrived, in absolute fury.
She made eye contact very briefly before vaulting out of her circle, twisting through the air to avoid curses and jinxes, and landed very gracefully next to her father.
Jem almost laughed out loud when she saw the terror slowly set on a few of the Aurors' faces as they realized who stood before them.
Her father sprang into action, immobilizing half the Aurors with a sweep of his hand.
Jem simply stood there, not sure what her father expected her to do. She sent a few lazy curses, each of them hitting their mark. It seemed like the battle was almost over.
Across the hall, Plan B stood waiting in the shadows. The Aurors had suspected Voldemort might show up, and they had made several plans to separate him from his adopted daughter. The Aurors were losing quite badly now; only a handful remained fighting. The man waiting in the corner had sent for backup and wanted to wait for them to arrive before stepping into the fight.
Voldemort flung a killing curse at the werewolf. He saw something out of the corner of his eye that made him falter. Albus Dumbledore was strutting out into the atrium, looking as though he had just eaten one of his favorite muggle candies. It infuriated the Dark Lord and he turned all of his attention to destroying his old professor.
Voldemort threw himself into battle, completely ignoring the rest of the room, and let his instincts take over. His only thought was destroying the person who had had the chance to help. The fool had seen his childhood, seen his life, seen how alone he was. By neglecting to assist the young boy he had created the greatest Dark Lord the world had ever seen.
Jem looked at her father and knew that she would have to deal with the Aurors by herself. He was in one of his obsessive moods, and nothing she could do would get through to him.
She sprung into battle, dodging stunning and disarming spells. Jem laughed in her head. None of the curses they were using would actually injure her. Then a thought stopped her.
What if they don't want to hurt me? Jem thought frantically. That meant they were trying to capture her and press her for information. Which probably meant there was something coming that the dunderheads thought would surprise her. She glanced around as all of the fire places lit up and at least thirty Aurors came at her.
Taking a deep breathe to calm her emotions - her only weakness - she jumped back, flipping through the air to land behind the first group of Aurors. It was much easier to battle someone who wasn't on all sides.
Her father was making quite the distraction with the loud noises and the flashing lights. Jem would have loved to watch the duel to see if she could learn something, but she figured that her father would show her the memories later, after they won.
Turning her attention back to the Aurors, she noticed that about have of them looked torn between helping their leader, and completing their mission. This gave her time to shoot cutting curses through the crowd and she heard a bunch of people cry out in pain and alarm. She had their full attention now and she decided to play a game.
Jumping through the Aurors would certainly scatter them and confuse them. It would be entertaining and so much fun. Jem hopped directly in front of a tall dark-skinned auror that had a gold earring in one of his ears. He attempted to fire a curse at her, but she jumped again, kicking him to the ground in the process. She repeated this a few times, landing next to an Auror she had seen at the headquarters, Moody, and the werewolf. Her enemies lying all around her, she grinned and decided to go out with a bang.
She spotted Potter after a blaze of neon light shot in front of her vision. This was the best reflex training she'd had in years. They couldn't hit her with anything, but they had knocked down quite a few of their own people for her.
She landed right in front of Potter. She flashed her green eyes and saw the familiarity pass over the idiot's face. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but she left before he could do anything.
As Jem flew through the air she saw a cutting curse and a stunner flying into her path. She had to hit one of them, it was unavoidable. She chose the cutting curse and made sure it only clipped her forearm before tumbling down. In front of her father.
Jem scrambled to get out of the way of the duel; she knew she'd be paying for that later. All she knew was that she really didn't want to anger her father twice in two days. In her haste she scrambled right into a trap that had been laid down only seconds before.
A rope caught her foot, and while she quickly cut it with a quick severing charm, it had already flung her across the room into what looked like a giant portkey. She did some quick calculations in her head, even as she realized there was no way to avoid her doom.
From the pain in her scar, it seemed that her father had come to the same conclusion. She turned in the air and she saw the desperation in his eyes, something that she never thought she'd see. The portkey turned blue, she desperately tried to slow down, but it was no use. She felt a pulling sensation in her navel and flew away from her father's gaze.
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