The Greater Good
by Kiana Unei
Yeah, the Dementor's Kiss won't kill, but what do you think they do with them afterwards? He's as good as dead.
Harry and his world belong to J K Rowling.
Chapter XIV (con't)
Vengence
"Harry . . ." Mrs Weasley looked uncertainly at Sirius, who had picked the exhausted boy up into his arms.
"Mr Justin O'Brenner," one of the Aurors, a lean, fair-haired man with a tripple star emblazoned on his collor, said by way of explanation as he strode up to the red-cloaked guard. "I demand to know who you people are, and what, exactly, you think you're doing."
"Wondering the exact same thing myself," replied the guard, glancing at the arrested Death Eaters, and Sirius.
"Hey . . . " Fred looked around, then asked, "Where'd that tall fellow get to? The pale one."
Harry jerked from his light daze of blissful rest, scanning the room. Fred was right- Voldemort was gone.
"We'll worry about him later. We've got the Dark Lord's second-in- command." O'Brenner said, voice filled with the sound of supressed excitement.
"No, you haven't," Sirius said flatly, noting that Peter, too, had managed to get away- probably as a rat. As if they'd listen to him, though. One way or another, this would end here today.
"Who's the boy?- All of you, identify yourselves or face charges." commanded a wild-haired, Welsh-accented Auror.
"Ron Weasley."
"Gred Weasley."
"Forge Weasley."
"Gin- Virginia Weasley."
"Molly Weasley."
"Ben Tallac- guard."
"Harry Potter."
"THE Harry Potter?" O'Brenner looked impressed, while the guard looked startled. He looked at Harry, thought about it, then decided to ask about the boy's deception later.
"Black, put Potter down or I'll turn you into ash." This was said by the woman who had, minutes earlier, been trying to sooth his wounds. Harry clung to his godfather's neck; the man gently unwound him and lowered him to the ground. Imidiatly five Aurors surrounded Sirius, aiming their wands at the various vital points of his body.
"Now," O'Brenner continued, looking quizzically at them, "what, might I to ask, are you folks doing here?"
"I'm here to rescue my godfather," Harry answered forcefully, sounding quite a bit tougher than he felt. "Sirius is innocent."
Wispering ensured as the Aurors, and the Weasleys, argued his statement over.
"If I may say something, please," Mrs Weasley spoke up, catching the room's attention. "Thank you. I actually met Mr Black at the end of the Tri- Wizard Tournament last year, and- "
"Mum!" Fred and George looked betrayed. "You never told us!"
"Because do you remember when Harry was in the hospital wing? Black was by his side throughout most of the time. When Harry awoke, Dumbledore gave Black a mission, talking about 'being on the same side now'. I believe Sirius Black may have rejoined our side."
"Which is why the Death Eaters went after him!" put in an Auror, looking triumphant.
"Elementary, my dear Dr Watson," a voice sprang up from the back, near the iron stairs that lead to the exit. "But actually, Black is simply acting out a mission that requires him to play good for a while."
Nathanial Wesson strode forward, looking disgusted as he passed the group of unconsious, magically bound dark wizards.
"Well, Black? Do either you or the kid have it?" He looked expectantly at them.
"Have what? Who are you?" the Welsh wizard snapped.
"I have orders directly from Minister Reiton," Wesson said haughtilly, and Sirius couldn't even argue the point from underneith the bewitchment.
He scowled instead. "What if we don't?"
"You do," the man glared.
"We don't. The passageway was blocked off." Sirius kept his face a mask, hoping that the Crest wasn't sticking out of his pocket even while he spoke.
"Y-you don't? We'll see." He beckoned, and both Dr Maelani and Sonna Ibse stepped out of the shadowed entranceway.
"Hello, Siri, nice to see you're up and about," Maelani said coldly.
"Don't call me 'Siri', Mae-mae. Bonjour, madam Ibse, ca va?"
"Je suis bien." She wasn't looking at him, but at the spot where the solid weight of the Crest pressed against his thigh, hidden benieth his blood-stained, white tunic.
"Well?" Wesson snapped, impatient.
"I told you," Sirius prayed that Ibse would go along, "we couldn't get to it. Sorry."
"Well?" Wesson repeated, looking at the psychic.
" 'e doosent 'have it. 'e is telling ze trus."
"DAMNIT!" The normally cold, collected Dr Maelani looked ready to kill. In a rage, she struck the toe of a velvet, high-heeled boot into a point just inside Sirius' left thigh, making that leg collapse out from undernieth him. By pure accident, the impact also caused the precariously hidden Crest to topple from his pocket, landing on the cold stone at Wesson's feet.
Maelani went for it, but Wesson snatched it up first, quickly tucking it into a black metal box. "You lied to me," he accused. "That was a very, very stupid thing to do."
"What's going-" the head Auror started to say, but was cut off by Sirius Black.
"Wesson, fine, you've got your trinket. Now please, take Harry. Take him back to the Ministry, and give me that damned potion." His voice was quite calm, dispite his words. It was as if he were suddenly given the gift of clarevoyance; he could see his life mapped out before him, twisting off into many new paths with each decision he made. Now, all the paths led to only one end.
Wesson didn't even glance at the boy before replying coldly, "There is only enough room on my ship for three. Myself, Maelani, and Minister Reiton. The boy will have to wait until the Ministry lets down the wards keeping this place isolated. Since Black was announced to be here, Fudge felt it nessicary to cut off any charms allowing access to the outside world."
Aiming his wand at the man, Wesson continued in a casual tone, "Sorry, Black; I know you were promised a quick death, but seeing as you tried to swindle me I think I'll just leave you to die at the hands of these Aurors. You can pray that they'll not take their time going about it, but it really doesn't matter to me. Good-bye; and good-bye, Ms Ibse." With a jaunty salute, Wesson turned on his heel and exited the chambre with Dr Maelani.
"You can't let 'im leave-" Ibse protested, but was silenced with a flick of Maelani's wand.
A/N: mind's running a blank; more later. Please give me all questions and comments if you have an idea on what would make the story better.
by Kiana Unei
Yeah, the Dementor's Kiss won't kill, but what do you think they do with them afterwards? He's as good as dead.
Harry and his world belong to J K Rowling.
Chapter XIV (con't)
Vengence
"Harry . . ." Mrs Weasley looked uncertainly at Sirius, who had picked the exhausted boy up into his arms.
"Mr Justin O'Brenner," one of the Aurors, a lean, fair-haired man with a tripple star emblazoned on his collor, said by way of explanation as he strode up to the red-cloaked guard. "I demand to know who you people are, and what, exactly, you think you're doing."
"Wondering the exact same thing myself," replied the guard, glancing at the arrested Death Eaters, and Sirius.
"Hey . . . " Fred looked around, then asked, "Where'd that tall fellow get to? The pale one."
Harry jerked from his light daze of blissful rest, scanning the room. Fred was right- Voldemort was gone.
"We'll worry about him later. We've got the Dark Lord's second-in- command." O'Brenner said, voice filled with the sound of supressed excitement.
"No, you haven't," Sirius said flatly, noting that Peter, too, had managed to get away- probably as a rat. As if they'd listen to him, though. One way or another, this would end here today.
"Who's the boy?- All of you, identify yourselves or face charges." commanded a wild-haired, Welsh-accented Auror.
"Ron Weasley."
"Gred Weasley."
"Forge Weasley."
"Gin- Virginia Weasley."
"Molly Weasley."
"Ben Tallac- guard."
"Harry Potter."
"THE Harry Potter?" O'Brenner looked impressed, while the guard looked startled. He looked at Harry, thought about it, then decided to ask about the boy's deception later.
"Black, put Potter down or I'll turn you into ash." This was said by the woman who had, minutes earlier, been trying to sooth his wounds. Harry clung to his godfather's neck; the man gently unwound him and lowered him to the ground. Imidiatly five Aurors surrounded Sirius, aiming their wands at the various vital points of his body.
"Now," O'Brenner continued, looking quizzically at them, "what, might I to ask, are you folks doing here?"
"I'm here to rescue my godfather," Harry answered forcefully, sounding quite a bit tougher than he felt. "Sirius is innocent."
Wispering ensured as the Aurors, and the Weasleys, argued his statement over.
"If I may say something, please," Mrs Weasley spoke up, catching the room's attention. "Thank you. I actually met Mr Black at the end of the Tri- Wizard Tournament last year, and- "
"Mum!" Fred and George looked betrayed. "You never told us!"
"Because do you remember when Harry was in the hospital wing? Black was by his side throughout most of the time. When Harry awoke, Dumbledore gave Black a mission, talking about 'being on the same side now'. I believe Sirius Black may have rejoined our side."
"Which is why the Death Eaters went after him!" put in an Auror, looking triumphant.
"Elementary, my dear Dr Watson," a voice sprang up from the back, near the iron stairs that lead to the exit. "But actually, Black is simply acting out a mission that requires him to play good for a while."
Nathanial Wesson strode forward, looking disgusted as he passed the group of unconsious, magically bound dark wizards.
"Well, Black? Do either you or the kid have it?" He looked expectantly at them.
"Have what? Who are you?" the Welsh wizard snapped.
"I have orders directly from Minister Reiton," Wesson said haughtilly, and Sirius couldn't even argue the point from underneith the bewitchment.
He scowled instead. "What if we don't?"
"You do," the man glared.
"We don't. The passageway was blocked off." Sirius kept his face a mask, hoping that the Crest wasn't sticking out of his pocket even while he spoke.
"Y-you don't? We'll see." He beckoned, and both Dr Maelani and Sonna Ibse stepped out of the shadowed entranceway.
"Hello, Siri, nice to see you're up and about," Maelani said coldly.
"Don't call me 'Siri', Mae-mae. Bonjour, madam Ibse, ca va?"
"Je suis bien." She wasn't looking at him, but at the spot where the solid weight of the Crest pressed against his thigh, hidden benieth his blood-stained, white tunic.
"Well?" Wesson snapped, impatient.
"I told you," Sirius prayed that Ibse would go along, "we couldn't get to it. Sorry."
"Well?" Wesson repeated, looking at the psychic.
" 'e doosent 'have it. 'e is telling ze trus."
"DAMNIT!" The normally cold, collected Dr Maelani looked ready to kill. In a rage, she struck the toe of a velvet, high-heeled boot into a point just inside Sirius' left thigh, making that leg collapse out from undernieth him. By pure accident, the impact also caused the precariously hidden Crest to topple from his pocket, landing on the cold stone at Wesson's feet.
Maelani went for it, but Wesson snatched it up first, quickly tucking it into a black metal box. "You lied to me," he accused. "That was a very, very stupid thing to do."
"What's going-" the head Auror started to say, but was cut off by Sirius Black.
"Wesson, fine, you've got your trinket. Now please, take Harry. Take him back to the Ministry, and give me that damned potion." His voice was quite calm, dispite his words. It was as if he were suddenly given the gift of clarevoyance; he could see his life mapped out before him, twisting off into many new paths with each decision he made. Now, all the paths led to only one end.
Wesson didn't even glance at the boy before replying coldly, "There is only enough room on my ship for three. Myself, Maelani, and Minister Reiton. The boy will have to wait until the Ministry lets down the wards keeping this place isolated. Since Black was announced to be here, Fudge felt it nessicary to cut off any charms allowing access to the outside world."
Aiming his wand at the man, Wesson continued in a casual tone, "Sorry, Black; I know you were promised a quick death, but seeing as you tried to swindle me I think I'll just leave you to die at the hands of these Aurors. You can pray that they'll not take their time going about it, but it really doesn't matter to me. Good-bye; and good-bye, Ms Ibse." With a jaunty salute, Wesson turned on his heel and exited the chambre with Dr Maelani.
"You can't let 'im leave-" Ibse protested, but was silenced with a flick of Maelani's wand.
A/N: mind's running a blank; more later. Please give me all questions and comments if you have an idea on what would make the story better.