Disclaimer- Yeah, like I'd be smart enough to think of Harry Potter but the
plot (cough cough) is actually mine.
Thanks to:
GryffindorBabe (did you see the Eastenders spoof?!), Blue eyes (as you wish.), Silver Witch (please don't hurt me), hpdancer92 (I had to stop it there- I have to catch a bus at 7:45 and I needed to sleep), Pudadingding (I dunno why), Punkin (glad you liked it), patipati22 (calm down- you're making me dizzy), telmea (all will be relieved in good time my friend AND THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU- QUIT ASKING WHEN Harry WILL FIND OUT) marauder- boy (yes- I'm not the only one!!!), Wytil (thank-you), The Elvish Vampiress (I LURVE your name), g-i-n-n-y (take a chill pill), sonu (I did but now I don't need one!!!), This is not crap (nice name), xLunarChaserx (I intend to), Herbie and last but not least: Rachelfan5000 (you missed some good laughs my child)
These are the people who reviewed chapter's 7 & 8 so far. As for the rest of you.
This doesn't have that much of Ginny but a hell of a lot of Harry action.
Chapter 9: That sure Ain't in the programme
Somebody gasped behind him, waking him up; this was no place for Paige to be. Ripping his eyes off the floating image in the sky, he turned and grabbed Paige's arms making her look at him,
"Go," he yelled over the terrified screams of the crowds, "Take a bus, a cab- anything!"
Ramming a twenty-pound note in her hand and he watched in dismay as she didn't react just looked at the note then at him.
"Go!" he repeated, glancing around looking for some sign of his partner, "Just don't walk and, and, just don't go down any dark alleys,"
All of the colour in her face had long gone, she was blinking slowly and unlike every one around them, still and silent. She was shell-shocked.
Some people freeze when they are frightened, other run around like headless chickens screaming and others just walk out calmly and leave the scene.
It looked like Paige was number one.
He didn't know how to wake her up. Some one came running past with blood pouring freely from his temple and Harry was about to help him when Paige's voice came out quietly,
"Ok, taxi or bus,"
He wheeled around and half pushed, half led her to the bar he had started the night in. It was on the edge of the square where it wasn't as crowded as everyone was trying to find their friends and family.
"GO!" he urged dragging her to the curb and whistling for a cab and waiting for her to snap out of this trance. He had no time. If anyone found out that he spent all this time on her instead of going straight there he was in for an ass whooping.
A taxi pulled up on the curb, the driver oblivious on what was going on less than half a mile away. Paige climbed in slowly, and shuffling over on the seat obviously expecting him to follow.
When he slammed the door shut she seemed to wake up and she yanked the small window open,
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
Her head and shoulders were poking out of the window and all her previous quietness had evaporated to be replaced by a shout and a frown.
He grinned- if only she knew what he was going to have to do.
"I have to do something,"
She opened her mouth to say something but Harry quickly banged the roof of the cab twice and it leapt off leaving Paige no choice but to look back at him with a dead eye that didn't quite cover up the worry.
He didn't wait until she turned the corner, instead he turned into the mayhem that was the crowds of partygoers and brought out his wand.
He could smell the magic in the air, after the weeks with no magic it wakened up his dull senses, and changed his hair into the blonde he wore to work. No received no odd stares, everyone was too preoccupied with their own world of troubles to be bothered by a man and a wooden stick.
He also used the charm to hide his scar; if he was caught the last thing he wanted was for the make-up to rub off and for him to be faced with a horde of power-hungry Deatheaters.
Fighting his way through the sea of panicked Muggle's; he headed towards the centre of the square and toward the stage.
In the distance he could hear the sirens of the Muggle emergency services winding there way through the build up of traffic a simple bang had created. But Muggle's were obviously smarter than the Deatheaters thought, Muggle's have problems in their own world and if people are on edge they blow the smallest things out of proportion.
It happened to be right for them to over react. It might have saved their lives.
There hadn't been an attack for months, plenty of raids on the Aura's side of things but no attacks. That's why personnel had been placed here- it had been too peaceful too long.
Finally he reached the stage, which was still lightless, but he kept to the shadows not wanting to present himself to the enemy. He made his way around via the now deserted stalls and various bars, all the time keeping himself in the shadows.
He turned the corner and found a wand pointed in between his eyes and froze.
"Jesus Redwood," came a sigh and the piece of wood was removed leaving a dent in his skin, "Do you have to do that?"
Harry grinned.
It was Mark and his other colleague Maria who had also had been assigned the seemingly safe New Years celebration. Maria returned the grin and returned her wand back into her pocket.
Mark just let out a sigh and stuck his wand in his belt and shook his head at Harry,
"Where have you been?" Maria asked zipping up a black, tight fitting jacket she had just slipped on. Mark looked at her staring for a moment before he saw Harry smirking at him.
But before Harry had time to answer Mark interrupted,
"He was busy," he grinned winking at him, "I saw him,"
Harry was glad that it was dark because a blush was rising into his cheeks. Maria just rolled her eyes at them both,
"Unfortunate timing," she commented looking at Mark smiling like it was some kind of inside joke between them,
"Is there anyone else here?" Harry questioned, the looks between them getting the better of him not for the first time, "I thought I saw Dunst earlier on,"
"No," replied Mark dusting off a similar jacket to Maria's, "I'll tell you later,"
He threw a jacket to Harry how just looked at it taking him a moment to remember why he was here. He slipped on the dragon hide jacket leaving his old one on the floor behind a bin.
"Repels almost all spells and curses," Mark noted seeing Harry's quizzical "Load of shit really but looks nice on Maria,"
Harry knew better than to smile.
"The Deatheaters are on the stage and around the area that surrounds it," Maria stated, addressing Harry and not Mark, "We need to come from behind and one of us from the front,"
They stood in silence for a moment before Harry broke the silence,
"How many are there?"
More silence,
"I don't know," was the only reply, "I've counted three so that means five,"
Harry stared thoughtfully at the stage, they were well hidden where they were at the moment, in between two stalls but as soon as they stepped out if they weren't careful they would be seen.
"What about the Muggle services?"
That one came from Mark, Maria was their superior so all questions were directed at her because she had all the answers. Harry saw her smile,
"We've got ten minutes at the least," she said grinning, "There's going to be an unfortunate accident involving a couple of diggers and a hot dog vender,"
Instead of laughing like Mark, Harry nervously checked his watch. Usually they would joke about and make the situation lighter but the fact that their had been people on that stage worried Harry.
Mark must have been having the same train of thoughts,
"Do you think it was a hit and run?"
Maria's brow crinkled in thought,
"Only one way to find out,"
~*~
He was sure that any Deatheaters for miles could here his heartbeat.
It was up in his throat beating away like mad and he could swear he wasn't the only one that could hear it. He was the one who had volunteered to go around the front whilst Mark and Maria took the back route.
He had found his way onto the stage and what seemed to be the electronics centre where all the lights, sounds and effects were controlled.
"Lumos," he muttered lighting up a small area in front of him as he swung it around but keeping it low so not to be seen. The thin beam lit up various switches and buttons none of which he understood and he made his way to the back of the room.
The room, even in this darkness, he could tell it was longish but rectangular and on one side he supposed was that kind of darkened glass. As he came to the back, he saw a small case stuck on the wall with its cover ripped of and thrown off to the sides.
It was the mains.
He warily inspected it. The cover had been thrown away anywhere and the red piece of discarded plastic was now under a chair. It was simple enough to operate.
A key still remained in the lock and it was turned to off. Harry reached forward gingerly, slightly on edge now because of the fact that he hadn't seen anything, and turned the key to the left.
Almost at once a slight humming started and the whole place was illuminated but he didn't have chance to look around. As soon as the lights came on, the windows to the right of him smashed, showering him in bits of glass as he tried to shield himself.
Curses and spells ricocheted all over the room and Harry gave as good as he got. He didn't know what spells he sent out it were his reactions controlling him.
The dust settled leaving the worst scene Harry had been in for a couple of years.
It looked like all but two of the Deatheaters had been stunned, disarmed or knocked unconscious- their bodies littered the stage and one of them hung over through the window.
In the centre of the stage stood Maria and to his horror, Draco Malfoy pinning her to his side and his wand pointed just above ear.
Harry had his wand pointed at the second Deatheater who was pointing his at Mark. Mark had his aimed at Draco and even from this distance Harry could see that he was sending the Deatheater opposite him death glares.
"Put your wand down," Harry commanded the Deatheater opposite him, who looked at Draco before crouching down slowly and letting it go. He was surprised that they had enough presence of mind not to just let it go from a height, if he had then the sudden movement would set of a whole load of reactions and he be dead before his wand hit the floor.
"My, my," came a leer, "What a situation we have here,"
Harry chanced a look at Draco Malfoy, who had an ugly sneer plastered all over his face. Maria was looking at Mark and telling him not to do any thing stupid with her eyes.
Mark had slowly made his way over to Harry, still not taking his eyes off Maria or the person holding her. This is what they had been afraid of, someone with nothing to lose taking risks undoubtedly ending up with someone's life lost. But he tried not to think of this.
No one spoke.
"Put her down Malfoy," he yelled, still not taking his eyes and wand of Deatheater number two. But their only response was a mirthless chuckle,
"I have a request to make first,"
Mark growled and was about to take a step forward when Harry held out his arm to stop him,
"What do you want?" Mark spat, in the complete opposite tone your supposed to use to hostage taker. Maria was looking at him and pleading with her eyes for him to calm down,
"Harry Potter," came the simple reply.
Harry had set himself up for this moment for the past two years and he was just surprised now that it hadn't come earlier. He swallowed nervously realising that his cowardice could cost Maria her life.
Again there was silence in the group and the only sounds were the humming of the lights and the peculiarly muffled sound of car horns.
"He's in hiding Malfoy," came Marks reply, "I would have thought even you knew that,"
Draco gritted his teeth and shrugged,
"I guess this one will have to do as a replacement," he obviously picked up something between her and Mark and pushing his luck.
This time Harry couldn't stop him, Mark had taken three strides closer to Malfoy before there was a flash of blue light and he was throw into the shadows either side of the stage. The sound of the groaning of metal reached their ears a second later.
They didn't have much time now, he knew this as he caught Maria's eye. She was staring at the other Deatheater then at Draco over and over again. She was trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what she wanted.
"Harry Potter," Draco repeated hoping that what had happened to Mark might scare him into telling him something, "Or do you want to join your friend?"
Maria was now using her fingers to count down from five and when she got down to naught she moved her elbow slightly. That's when Harry got her drift and nodded once.
She counted down from five again. It would look a little suspicious if he was looking at his partner all the time.
As she reached two he commented,
"Have you tried Blackpool? I hear the weather nice this time of year,"
Draco didn't have time to react. Maria had reached naught on her count down and just as Harry stunned the other Deatheater she elbowed him in the groin before twisting his arm behind his back.
Harry walked over to him and allowed himself to grin,
"Congelo!" he roared directing his wand at Draco's chest and a second later he was slumped on the floor motionless.
Maria's breathing was irregular,
"Oh God," she murmured wiping the sweat of her forehead and unzipping her jacket a bit, "How did we get away with that?"
They stood and stared at the bodies around them for a moment. Maria bent down and picked up her wand from Draco's pocket and dusted herself off. There was a small pop some where behind him, it looked like the people from the Muggle relations office had come to clean up.
~*~
"So was there anyone else here except the five Deatheaters and yourselves we've picked up?" an official asked them taking notes onto a black pad he held in his hand.
"Mark!" Maria cried heading into the wings on the side quickly followed by Harry. He was ashamed to admit it but he had completely forgotten about his partner when the other officers came and by the look of Maria, so had she.
"Lumos," she mumbled when they couldn't see anything and as they searched around desperately the feeling of guilt just grew and grew. After about tow minutes of constant searching her light fell on the body of Mark,
"Mark!" she gasped checking his pulse and pulling his eyelids up and flashing the wands light in it. Harry was by her side in a second,
"He's just unconscious," he stated and Maria sighed and muttered a spell,
"Resurrectio!"
Marks eyelids started to flutter before he cracked one open,
"Christ, get that light out of my eye!"
Harry smiled relieved; he had a couple of cuts and bruises and maybe a bit of whiplash but he'd be fine. Maria, on the other hand, went berserk,
"You little shit head," she hissed poking him in the side making him wince, "Did you want yourself killed?"
Mark smirked,
"Happy New Year Maria,"
He hauled himself up and took a sharp intake of breath as he did so. Maria lost her anger at the sight of this,
"That curse should have killed you Mark,"
Harry's eyes fells on the jacket and so did Marks as he unzipped it and lay it on the floor next to Maria's feet.
All the material was burned and un-burst bubbled lined the hole the curse had made around the centre of the chest area.
"I think it's passed it's test,"
Authors Note:
Kinda strange I know but next chapter is going to have more Ginny and Harry stuff in
I just wanted you to see Harry's 'action packed' job.
Mark and Maria were there cos I didn't want him to go on his bil.
Thanks to:
GryffindorBabe (did you see the Eastenders spoof?!), Blue eyes (as you wish.), Silver Witch (please don't hurt me), hpdancer92 (I had to stop it there- I have to catch a bus at 7:45 and I needed to sleep), Pudadingding (I dunno why), Punkin (glad you liked it), patipati22 (calm down- you're making me dizzy), telmea (all will be relieved in good time my friend AND THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU- QUIT ASKING WHEN Harry WILL FIND OUT) marauder- boy (yes- I'm not the only one!!!), Wytil (thank-you), The Elvish Vampiress (I LURVE your name), g-i-n-n-y (take a chill pill), sonu (I did but now I don't need one!!!), This is not crap (nice name), xLunarChaserx (I intend to), Herbie and last but not least: Rachelfan5000 (you missed some good laughs my child)
These are the people who reviewed chapter's 7 & 8 so far. As for the rest of you.
This doesn't have that much of Ginny but a hell of a lot of Harry action.
Chapter 9: That sure Ain't in the programme
Somebody gasped behind him, waking him up; this was no place for Paige to be. Ripping his eyes off the floating image in the sky, he turned and grabbed Paige's arms making her look at him,
"Go," he yelled over the terrified screams of the crowds, "Take a bus, a cab- anything!"
Ramming a twenty-pound note in her hand and he watched in dismay as she didn't react just looked at the note then at him.
"Go!" he repeated, glancing around looking for some sign of his partner, "Just don't walk and, and, just don't go down any dark alleys,"
All of the colour in her face had long gone, she was blinking slowly and unlike every one around them, still and silent. She was shell-shocked.
Some people freeze when they are frightened, other run around like headless chickens screaming and others just walk out calmly and leave the scene.
It looked like Paige was number one.
He didn't know how to wake her up. Some one came running past with blood pouring freely from his temple and Harry was about to help him when Paige's voice came out quietly,
"Ok, taxi or bus,"
He wheeled around and half pushed, half led her to the bar he had started the night in. It was on the edge of the square where it wasn't as crowded as everyone was trying to find their friends and family.
"GO!" he urged dragging her to the curb and whistling for a cab and waiting for her to snap out of this trance. He had no time. If anyone found out that he spent all this time on her instead of going straight there he was in for an ass whooping.
A taxi pulled up on the curb, the driver oblivious on what was going on less than half a mile away. Paige climbed in slowly, and shuffling over on the seat obviously expecting him to follow.
When he slammed the door shut she seemed to wake up and she yanked the small window open,
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
Her head and shoulders were poking out of the window and all her previous quietness had evaporated to be replaced by a shout and a frown.
He grinned- if only she knew what he was going to have to do.
"I have to do something,"
She opened her mouth to say something but Harry quickly banged the roof of the cab twice and it leapt off leaving Paige no choice but to look back at him with a dead eye that didn't quite cover up the worry.
He didn't wait until she turned the corner, instead he turned into the mayhem that was the crowds of partygoers and brought out his wand.
He could smell the magic in the air, after the weeks with no magic it wakened up his dull senses, and changed his hair into the blonde he wore to work. No received no odd stares, everyone was too preoccupied with their own world of troubles to be bothered by a man and a wooden stick.
He also used the charm to hide his scar; if he was caught the last thing he wanted was for the make-up to rub off and for him to be faced with a horde of power-hungry Deatheaters.
Fighting his way through the sea of panicked Muggle's; he headed towards the centre of the square and toward the stage.
In the distance he could hear the sirens of the Muggle emergency services winding there way through the build up of traffic a simple bang had created. But Muggle's were obviously smarter than the Deatheaters thought, Muggle's have problems in their own world and if people are on edge they blow the smallest things out of proportion.
It happened to be right for them to over react. It might have saved their lives.
There hadn't been an attack for months, plenty of raids on the Aura's side of things but no attacks. That's why personnel had been placed here- it had been too peaceful too long.
Finally he reached the stage, which was still lightless, but he kept to the shadows not wanting to present himself to the enemy. He made his way around via the now deserted stalls and various bars, all the time keeping himself in the shadows.
He turned the corner and found a wand pointed in between his eyes and froze.
"Jesus Redwood," came a sigh and the piece of wood was removed leaving a dent in his skin, "Do you have to do that?"
Harry grinned.
It was Mark and his other colleague Maria who had also had been assigned the seemingly safe New Years celebration. Maria returned the grin and returned her wand back into her pocket.
Mark just let out a sigh and stuck his wand in his belt and shook his head at Harry,
"Where have you been?" Maria asked zipping up a black, tight fitting jacket she had just slipped on. Mark looked at her staring for a moment before he saw Harry smirking at him.
But before Harry had time to answer Mark interrupted,
"He was busy," he grinned winking at him, "I saw him,"
Harry was glad that it was dark because a blush was rising into his cheeks. Maria just rolled her eyes at them both,
"Unfortunate timing," she commented looking at Mark smiling like it was some kind of inside joke between them,
"Is there anyone else here?" Harry questioned, the looks between them getting the better of him not for the first time, "I thought I saw Dunst earlier on,"
"No," replied Mark dusting off a similar jacket to Maria's, "I'll tell you later,"
He threw a jacket to Harry how just looked at it taking him a moment to remember why he was here. He slipped on the dragon hide jacket leaving his old one on the floor behind a bin.
"Repels almost all spells and curses," Mark noted seeing Harry's quizzical "Load of shit really but looks nice on Maria,"
Harry knew better than to smile.
"The Deatheaters are on the stage and around the area that surrounds it," Maria stated, addressing Harry and not Mark, "We need to come from behind and one of us from the front,"
They stood in silence for a moment before Harry broke the silence,
"How many are there?"
More silence,
"I don't know," was the only reply, "I've counted three so that means five,"
Harry stared thoughtfully at the stage, they were well hidden where they were at the moment, in between two stalls but as soon as they stepped out if they weren't careful they would be seen.
"What about the Muggle services?"
That one came from Mark, Maria was their superior so all questions were directed at her because she had all the answers. Harry saw her smile,
"We've got ten minutes at the least," she said grinning, "There's going to be an unfortunate accident involving a couple of diggers and a hot dog vender,"
Instead of laughing like Mark, Harry nervously checked his watch. Usually they would joke about and make the situation lighter but the fact that their had been people on that stage worried Harry.
Mark must have been having the same train of thoughts,
"Do you think it was a hit and run?"
Maria's brow crinkled in thought,
"Only one way to find out,"
~*~
He was sure that any Deatheaters for miles could here his heartbeat.
It was up in his throat beating away like mad and he could swear he wasn't the only one that could hear it. He was the one who had volunteered to go around the front whilst Mark and Maria took the back route.
He had found his way onto the stage and what seemed to be the electronics centre where all the lights, sounds and effects were controlled.
"Lumos," he muttered lighting up a small area in front of him as he swung it around but keeping it low so not to be seen. The thin beam lit up various switches and buttons none of which he understood and he made his way to the back of the room.
The room, even in this darkness, he could tell it was longish but rectangular and on one side he supposed was that kind of darkened glass. As he came to the back, he saw a small case stuck on the wall with its cover ripped of and thrown off to the sides.
It was the mains.
He warily inspected it. The cover had been thrown away anywhere and the red piece of discarded plastic was now under a chair. It was simple enough to operate.
A key still remained in the lock and it was turned to off. Harry reached forward gingerly, slightly on edge now because of the fact that he hadn't seen anything, and turned the key to the left.
Almost at once a slight humming started and the whole place was illuminated but he didn't have chance to look around. As soon as the lights came on, the windows to the right of him smashed, showering him in bits of glass as he tried to shield himself.
Curses and spells ricocheted all over the room and Harry gave as good as he got. He didn't know what spells he sent out it were his reactions controlling him.
The dust settled leaving the worst scene Harry had been in for a couple of years.
It looked like all but two of the Deatheaters had been stunned, disarmed or knocked unconscious- their bodies littered the stage and one of them hung over through the window.
In the centre of the stage stood Maria and to his horror, Draco Malfoy pinning her to his side and his wand pointed just above ear.
Harry had his wand pointed at the second Deatheater who was pointing his at Mark. Mark had his aimed at Draco and even from this distance Harry could see that he was sending the Deatheater opposite him death glares.
"Put your wand down," Harry commanded the Deatheater opposite him, who looked at Draco before crouching down slowly and letting it go. He was surprised that they had enough presence of mind not to just let it go from a height, if he had then the sudden movement would set of a whole load of reactions and he be dead before his wand hit the floor.
"My, my," came a leer, "What a situation we have here,"
Harry chanced a look at Draco Malfoy, who had an ugly sneer plastered all over his face. Maria was looking at Mark and telling him not to do any thing stupid with her eyes.
Mark had slowly made his way over to Harry, still not taking his eyes off Maria or the person holding her. This is what they had been afraid of, someone with nothing to lose taking risks undoubtedly ending up with someone's life lost. But he tried not to think of this.
No one spoke.
"Put her down Malfoy," he yelled, still not taking his eyes and wand of Deatheater number two. But their only response was a mirthless chuckle,
"I have a request to make first,"
Mark growled and was about to take a step forward when Harry held out his arm to stop him,
"What do you want?" Mark spat, in the complete opposite tone your supposed to use to hostage taker. Maria was looking at him and pleading with her eyes for him to calm down,
"Harry Potter," came the simple reply.
Harry had set himself up for this moment for the past two years and he was just surprised now that it hadn't come earlier. He swallowed nervously realising that his cowardice could cost Maria her life.
Again there was silence in the group and the only sounds were the humming of the lights and the peculiarly muffled sound of car horns.
"He's in hiding Malfoy," came Marks reply, "I would have thought even you knew that,"
Draco gritted his teeth and shrugged,
"I guess this one will have to do as a replacement," he obviously picked up something between her and Mark and pushing his luck.
This time Harry couldn't stop him, Mark had taken three strides closer to Malfoy before there was a flash of blue light and he was throw into the shadows either side of the stage. The sound of the groaning of metal reached their ears a second later.
They didn't have much time now, he knew this as he caught Maria's eye. She was staring at the other Deatheater then at Draco over and over again. She was trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what she wanted.
"Harry Potter," Draco repeated hoping that what had happened to Mark might scare him into telling him something, "Or do you want to join your friend?"
Maria was now using her fingers to count down from five and when she got down to naught she moved her elbow slightly. That's when Harry got her drift and nodded once.
She counted down from five again. It would look a little suspicious if he was looking at his partner all the time.
As she reached two he commented,
"Have you tried Blackpool? I hear the weather nice this time of year,"
Draco didn't have time to react. Maria had reached naught on her count down and just as Harry stunned the other Deatheater she elbowed him in the groin before twisting his arm behind his back.
Harry walked over to him and allowed himself to grin,
"Congelo!" he roared directing his wand at Draco's chest and a second later he was slumped on the floor motionless.
Maria's breathing was irregular,
"Oh God," she murmured wiping the sweat of her forehead and unzipping her jacket a bit, "How did we get away with that?"
They stood and stared at the bodies around them for a moment. Maria bent down and picked up her wand from Draco's pocket and dusted herself off. There was a small pop some where behind him, it looked like the people from the Muggle relations office had come to clean up.
~*~
"So was there anyone else here except the five Deatheaters and yourselves we've picked up?" an official asked them taking notes onto a black pad he held in his hand.
"Mark!" Maria cried heading into the wings on the side quickly followed by Harry. He was ashamed to admit it but he had completely forgotten about his partner when the other officers came and by the look of Maria, so had she.
"Lumos," she mumbled when they couldn't see anything and as they searched around desperately the feeling of guilt just grew and grew. After about tow minutes of constant searching her light fell on the body of Mark,
"Mark!" she gasped checking his pulse and pulling his eyelids up and flashing the wands light in it. Harry was by her side in a second,
"He's just unconscious," he stated and Maria sighed and muttered a spell,
"Resurrectio!"
Marks eyelids started to flutter before he cracked one open,
"Christ, get that light out of my eye!"
Harry smiled relieved; he had a couple of cuts and bruises and maybe a bit of whiplash but he'd be fine. Maria, on the other hand, went berserk,
"You little shit head," she hissed poking him in the side making him wince, "Did you want yourself killed?"
Mark smirked,
"Happy New Year Maria,"
He hauled himself up and took a sharp intake of breath as he did so. Maria lost her anger at the sight of this,
"That curse should have killed you Mark,"
Harry's eyes fells on the jacket and so did Marks as he unzipped it and lay it on the floor next to Maria's feet.
All the material was burned and un-burst bubbled lined the hole the curse had made around the centre of the chest area.
"I think it's passed it's test,"
Authors Note:
Kinda strange I know but next chapter is going to have more Ginny and Harry stuff in
I just wanted you to see Harry's 'action packed' job.
Mark and Maria were there cos I didn't want him to go on his bil.