Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Chapter 5 The Death Eaters

A.N. Sorry about that cliffhanger!!!! R/R

J Malena J

There was instant pandemonium. People were screaming hysterically, and several people tried to Disapparate the instant they heard the news. But they couldn't.

"Someone's put up a block around the Alley!" A witch shrieked. "We can't apparate!"
This made everyone panic even more.

"Harry! Hermione!" Mr. Weasley yelled, taking out his wand, "Come here!Quickly"

"But-" Harry looked around at James and Remus.

"Go! Just go!" James shouted over the screaming, and pushing him toward the Weasleys.

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and they rushed over to the Weasleys.

"Everyone, through the doorway," Mr. Weasley said once Harry and Hermione had gotten over to them. There were about 20 or so people trying to push their way through the door already.

"It's blocked!" Screamed a wizard. Suddenly there was a huge explosion coming from the direction of Flourish and Blotts. People started to back into the walls, terrified.

"They're getting closer," Mrs. Weasley said. She was getting very pale.

Harry looked back at Remus and James. James had his hood up over his head and his wand was out.

"Where are they?" Asked Percy, urgently looking around, seeing if the Death Eaters were getting any closer. "Father, are they close?"

His question was answered almost immediately. There was a loud explosion and several Death Eaters walked through the giant hole in the wall of the Leaky Cauldron.

Several Ministry wizards pointed their wands at the Death Eaters and yelled "Stupefy!" and several other spells

The front layer of the Death Eaters fell down, unconscious or nursing other injuries. But there were too many of them.

After a moment everyone was on the floor, under the Death Eaters's orders. After a second, one more person walked through the door, and Harry's scar started to burn.

"Have you found the minister?" Said a man with a high cold voice. Harry instantly realized that the man was Voldemort. His hood was drawn up over his head so no one could see his face. "His receptionist said that he was here."

"He is supposed to be here, my Lord," said a nervous man under a mask. "She said the Leaky Cauldron…"

"Well, he's not here, is he?" said Voldemort, sounding irritated. "Let's go."

"But, what about them?" Another Death Eater said, motioning all of the people.

Voldemort stared around at all of the people, he didn't notice Harry or James.

"Kill them," He said simply.

"All of them, My lord?" Said the Death Eater, looking shocked.

"Yes, and make it quick. We have to go back to the ministry. See if the minister has returned."

"How should we kill them?"

"I don't care how, just do it!"

The Death Eaters started muttering to themselves as Voldemort left the Leaky Cauldron. A minute later they turned toward the crowd.

"We bid you, adieu," said one of the Death Eaters, bowing at the crowd. He took his wand out and cried a spell.

Blue flames burst out of his wand and set a tapestry on the wall on fire. In a matter of seconds, the whole room was ablaze.

People were screaming hysterically. Children were crying. Wizards and witches were pulling out their wands and trying do get rid of the fire with water from their wands. The fire wouldn't go out.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled through the dense smoke that was engulfing the room.

"What is the counter curse to this spell?"

"It's To-cough-dor-cough…" Hermione started to cough madly and couldn't finish the incantation.

Harry rooted in his pocket for something useful. All he found was his wand and two envelopes. One envelope was labeled Shrinking Powder, the other was labeled Floo Powder.

Harry pushed his way over to Mr. Weasley and gave him the envelope with the Floo powder. He smiled, and ripped it open. He dumped the lot in the fire.

The fire turned instantly green. The burning walls turned green. Everything was green. Nothing was burning anymore. Several people whooped for joy (then they started coughing). Everyone stepped into the fire and shouted their destination.

For the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione, going to one place at the exact same time proved to be a problem.

"Ron! Can you get out of the fireplace so the rest of us can get out!" Mr. Weasley shouted.

"I'm not down there! I'm right beside you!"

"Who is down there?"

"I think its Harry."

"No, I'm practically at the top!" Harry shouted.

Suddenly the pile of people stuck in the chimney gave way, and everyone fell out of the fireplace.

Everyone was lying on the floor, exhausted from the ordeal that they had been through.

The first person to get up was Mr. Weasley.

"I have to go to the Ministry," He said urgently, brushing off his robes. "They'll be needing everyone."

"Wait for me!" Percy cried, right after Mr. Weasley had Disapparated.

The remainder of them were left alone.

After a minute or two, Charlie asked a question.

"Was that man who ordered them to kill us You-Know-Who?"

Everyone turned toward Harry. He nodded.

"We're in deep trouble," Ron said hoarsely. "You-Know-Who's going after the Minister of Magic."

There were many headlines in the Daily Prophet about that day. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named destroys portion of Diagon Alley, and Minister of Magic gone into hiding!

The part of the Leaky Cauldron that had been burnt, was being rebuilt, and Flourish and Blotts, which had been blown up, was being rebuilt also.

Mrs. Weasley didn't let anyone out of the house. Fred and George were forced to come home every day, right after work. Everyone was keeping a close watch on Harry. He found this irritating, but chose to ignore it.

About a week before school started, someone unexpected showed up.

There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Weasley looked out the window before opening it.

Standing there was a man in a dark green cloak. His hood was drawn up over his head.

"Is Harry here?" The man said urgently. "I need to speak with him." Harry looked up from the book he was glancing through. He recognized the man's voice.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.

"It's all right Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, coming up behind her. "I know him."

The man under the cloak grinned at Harry. All of a sudden a dog came running up behind him, panting.

"May we come in?" Asked the man under the cloak.

"Uh, sure," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at the dog.

The man and the dog came inside of the Burrow.

"How did you know I was here?" Asked Harry, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Dumbledore," the man said simply, taking off his hood.

Everyone in that room gasped, except for Ron, Hermione and Harry.

"Why, you-you look just like Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said, sounding startled.

"Cool!" Exclaimed the Weasley twins. "Harry, you never told us you had a twin." They said jokingly.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"That dog," Mrs. Weasley said, eyeing the great black dog on the floor. "That dog was the same dog that turned into Sirius Black three years ago in the hospital wing. That means…" Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened in shock as she backed against the door.

"I'd like you to meet James and Sirius," Harry said. The dog had just turned into Harry's godfather.

The twins gasped and backed into the wall when they heard Sirius's name. Ginny gave a squeal and ran from the room. Ron and Hermione looked bored. Bill, took out his wand and stood up. Charlie followed suit.

"In case you didn't know, Sirius is my godfather." Harry said.

"Who's this again?" Bill asked motioning to James with his wand. James grinned and held out his hand.

"James, James Potter." Mrs. Weasley looked at him.

"But, that-that's impossible! I knew James Potter in Hogwarts, he was a few years after me. But he's dead. Isn't he? Harry, your father's dead, right?" Mrs. Weasley was looking from Harry to James, and then back to Harry. She slumped into a chair.

"How can you be alive?" She whispered.

"Long story," James said simply. "It's great to see you again Molly, but I really need to talk to Harry."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and murmured something indistinguishable.

"Harry, if you could step outside for a moment…" James said, motioning to the door.

Harry nodded and stepped followed James out of the door.

When they were standing on the Burrow's porch, Harry tried, yet again, to apologize about how he had acted.

"Listen, I'm really sorry abou-"

"It's all right." James said shortly, "Harry, the Minister's dead."

"What?" Harry exclaimed, "He's dead! But the Daily Prophet said that he had gone into hiding!"

"Yeah, until Voldemort found where he was hiding," James said, shaking his head. "No one can hide from the Dark Lord, Harry. It's impossible, he has too many spies. I wouldn't be surprised if that bloke with the long hair in there is-"

"Bill isn't a spy for Voldemort," Harry said. "He's Ron's big brother. Everyone in that family is on our side-"

"Remember when you thought I had been on our side-"

"All right, all right. I admit that I made a mistake there, but you're back on our side now." James smiled.

"I have to go soon," James said, "I'll walk you inside and then I have to go."

When they walked into the Burrow, Fred and George were eyeing Sirius with interest. Sirius was talking with Ron and Hermione.

"Fred, George," Harry said. "I'd like you to meet Prongs." Harry pointed to James "And Padfoot." Fred and George's faces split into enormous grins.

"Really," Fred croaked. "These are two of the Marauders. The Marauders."

Harry nodded.

"What happened to Moony?" asked George, walking forward and looking at Sirius.

"Remember Professor Lupin?" Hermione said, not looking up from the book she was reading.

"Professor Lupin was a Marauder??"

"What about Wormtail?" Asked Fred.

James and Sirius exchanged dark looks.

"Death Eater," They said together. Fred and George's face fell.
Turning back to Harry, James said. "I have to go now, come on Sirius." Fred and George shook James and Sirius's hand before they Disapparated.

"Wow," Fred said, looking at his right hand. "I'm never washing this hand again."

"We actually met two of the infamous marauders," George gasped. "Harry, why didn't you tell us that you knew them?"

Harry shrugged, grinned, and picked his book up again.