THE ORDER OF DRACONIS

THE ORDER OF DRACONIS

"Yoshi!" Coin yelled. "Hey. Hey! Yoshi"

He threw his dogend to the floor and started after Yoshimitsu, who was already tearing round the corner and up the gravel path.  He heard a crunch, then a hot, searing flash of scarlet crackled past his ear. 

He fell to the ground, rolling, hitting the gravel path hard, and grunted as the air was expelled from his lungs as he slammed into the ground.  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the curse explode in a fiery ball, embedding itself into the outer wall.

"Shit. Could've been me, could've been me…" he wheezed.

Before he could think much more, he was roughly scooped up and flung over the back of something large and solid, which was moving at breakneck speed.

"Thanks Johnboy," he breathed.

"No problem, little man," he chuckled in spite of himself and carried on sprinting.

Another explosion, further back signified that the Death Eaters were gradually losing ground.  The landscape bobbed up and down as he bounced along over the back of John's huge shoulders, the gravel crunching softly under John's trained feet.

After a rather bumpy ride, he was eventually deposited in an alcove where the rest of the team were already waiting.  He slumped against the damp wall, trying to get his breath back.

Leon came forward, with his sidepack at the ready.  He started to pull out his equipment: bandages, ready-made slings, some kind of weird, stinking cream and…

"Frozen peas?" he sniggered.

Leon looked from Coin, to the peas, then back to Coin.  He narrowed his eyes mockingly.

"Never dismiss the frozen peas," he said, in a terrible Yoda impression, " you never know when they might be useful to the force…"

"God, Coin. We were worried sick about you," Ada interrupted, " we were wondering whether the bastards had got you or not".

"It's alright, it's alright," he grunted, pushing himself up from his sitting position," I'm okay, don't sweat it. I was just winded, that's all".

"Right then, let's get moving," said Yoshi. "The entrance is down this passageway, second right, and straight down right?"

Claire and Leon nodded.

"Right then, chaps," Will said smugly, "let's kick some arse".

John and Leon looked at each other, then snorted with laughter.

"Arse?" Leon chortled.

Will looked around at the team, shoulders shaking with laughter, puzzled. 

"What's wrong with arse?" he snapped.

"Will, my man. The word is ASS," John said.

The team descended a little deeper into the tunnel leading to the entrance to the Ministry of Magic Headquarters.  Their footsteps gradually grew fainter as the ventured down.  After a while, William's voice could be heard:

"What's wrong with saying arse?  That's all you Yanks and your slang. An ass is another word for a donkey, I'll have you know! You got that word from us, you thieves!"

"SHUT UP, WILL!" they yelled.

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"Those bastards.  They're making their move," he sneered.

Wormtail looked around at the assembled faces of the Death Eaters, some new recruits to the Dark Lord's cadre, and others familiar faces.  He strode along the ranks, deliberately pacing back and forth to supply the maximum amount of tension between the Death Eaters. 

He knew that the others had managed to penetrate the walls of the East Wing without too much difficulty, and were now in the building, but the arrival of these…these rogues was already a thorn in their side. 

These people were poison.  He knew this, as the Lord had specifically requested that if they should "run into" them, they were to be disposed of immediately and without fail.  The last thing the Lord wanted was for these reprobates to team up with Dumbledore.  At the last battle, Yoshimitsu and his outlaw gang had managed to take down no less than thirty-five Death Eaters with their cowardly guerrilla tactics and stupid little traps.  This, he suspected, was why the Lord was so eager to be rid of them.

"Well…not this time my friend," he whispered, "you will be the last to die". 

Disclaimer:

I don't actually own these characters (although I sometimes with I did, but that's not the point, is it.) I have "borrowed" them from several different sources because I liked their characters; and to me, they showed an infinite amount of creative promise. 

Oh, and another thing…

This is my first Harry Potter fic, and I worked hard on it.  So review, review, review!!!  Thanks.  Creative criticism welcome.  Flames will be accepted with good grace, then later thrown back in your face (oh I'm a poet, aren't I???)