A.N. Thanks so much to all the people who reviewed.
P.S. (to Oskaloosa) Thanks for the reminder, it's just for the time being my aunt has the book and I didn't get a chance to look it up! Thanks again.
CHAPTER 8
No Way in Hell
Harry appeared in Germany with a loud POP. Thankfully he was in an alley, so no one saw him. It was a dangerous looking neighborhood, so hopefully anyone who heard the POP just thought it was a gunshot...
Harry looked up at the gray sky and wondered where he was. He had just had directions from Claire to go to a darkened place in Germany, so he had thought of an alley. Hopefully Claire wasn't too far away from where he was.
His question was soon answered as he was tugged backwards out of the light and slammed up against a wall.
"Are you insane?" asked Claire.
"What? You told me to apparate over here as fast as I could. So I did."
"But in broad daylight!"
"But...but...you told me to come as soon as I could."
"But I meant as soon as it got dark. Don't you know these things by now?" she said, letting go of his arm. Harry made a mental note to shame himself when he cared. Claire was American, and had long strawberry-blonde hair, fair skin, and a slim figure. But Harry barely noticed these things.
"Claire," he said. "Why didn't you have Tonks come as well?" Claire stared at him blankly for a moment, not really having an answer.
"She..." she began. "She didn't want to."
"Tonks? Not wanting to blast Death Eaters? Think of the lie you're coming up with here, Claire. You could've at least come up with a believable tale." Claire glared at him. She never could fool Harry.
"We have to go." She said, pulling him out of the alley. The two walked out into the empty street, which didn't even have rats roaming around the garbage cans.
"Where are the Death Eaters?" asked Harry, looking around.
"Um..." she said, looking up at a large deserted building. "In there." She pulled him in the door, which fell off of its hinges at the force that she had swung it open.
"Shouldn't you have you're wand out?" he asked, his wand in his hand.
"R-right." She said, pulling it out of her robes.
"Claire," he said, stopping her from striding along the corridor. "Why are you acting so bloody strange? You never used to act like this on missions." Claire gave him a look of despair, and then pointed her wand at him. It was barely and inch away from his nose.
"Now Harry, I don't really want to do this. But I have orders to." She said to him, almost jabbing her wand up his nose.
"Orders?" he said.
"That's right, orders." She said.
"Orders from who?"
"You-know-who." She said.
"No, quite frankly Clair I don't know who-" but then it hit him. "What?"
"Welcome to Lord Voldemort's new abode. Do you like it?" she asked him.
"Not particularly." He muttered, looking around at the walls covered in chipping paint and crooked portraits. "Why, Claire?"
"Why not?"
"Because, Claire, you're my friend. You're my partner. Friends and partners don't bring other friends and partners to the new home of the Dark Lord!" he exclaimed, trying to walk around her. She blocked his way and poked him with her wand.
"You're not getting away that easily."
"Claire, this is mad!"
"I'll let you go on one condition." She said to him, pushing her body up against his. He caught on rather quickly.
"No! No way in Hell, Claire!"
"Hmm..." she sighed. "Maybe in Heaven, then." She pointed her wand at Harry's forehead, and was about to say a spell when Tonks burst through the doorway and tackled her to the ground.
"Tonks!" Harry exclaimed. "How did you know?" Tonks didn't reply right away, but instead slipped Claire a few droplets of sleeping draft.
"It doesn't matter how I knew." She panted. "She was under the Imperius Curse." Harry felt like slapping himself upside the head. He should've known. "You're just lucky that I got here in time."
"Yeah." Said Harry, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks."
"I can take care of her, you go on home to Hermione." Said Tonks, picking up Claire up all by herself. Tonks really was stronger than she looked. Harry nodded and apparated back to his house, where Hermione was asleep in the bedroom, and just as beautiful as always.
P.S. (to Oskaloosa) Thanks for the reminder, it's just for the time being my aunt has the book and I didn't get a chance to look it up! Thanks again.
CHAPTER 8
No Way in Hell
Harry appeared in Germany with a loud POP. Thankfully he was in an alley, so no one saw him. It was a dangerous looking neighborhood, so hopefully anyone who heard the POP just thought it was a gunshot...
Harry looked up at the gray sky and wondered where he was. He had just had directions from Claire to go to a darkened place in Germany, so he had thought of an alley. Hopefully Claire wasn't too far away from where he was.
His question was soon answered as he was tugged backwards out of the light and slammed up against a wall.
"Are you insane?" asked Claire.
"What? You told me to apparate over here as fast as I could. So I did."
"But in broad daylight!"
"But...but...you told me to come as soon as I could."
"But I meant as soon as it got dark. Don't you know these things by now?" she said, letting go of his arm. Harry made a mental note to shame himself when he cared. Claire was American, and had long strawberry-blonde hair, fair skin, and a slim figure. But Harry barely noticed these things.
"Claire," he said. "Why didn't you have Tonks come as well?" Claire stared at him blankly for a moment, not really having an answer.
"She..." she began. "She didn't want to."
"Tonks? Not wanting to blast Death Eaters? Think of the lie you're coming up with here, Claire. You could've at least come up with a believable tale." Claire glared at him. She never could fool Harry.
"We have to go." She said, pulling him out of the alley. The two walked out into the empty street, which didn't even have rats roaming around the garbage cans.
"Where are the Death Eaters?" asked Harry, looking around.
"Um..." she said, looking up at a large deserted building. "In there." She pulled him in the door, which fell off of its hinges at the force that she had swung it open.
"Shouldn't you have you're wand out?" he asked, his wand in his hand.
"R-right." She said, pulling it out of her robes.
"Claire," he said, stopping her from striding along the corridor. "Why are you acting so bloody strange? You never used to act like this on missions." Claire gave him a look of despair, and then pointed her wand at him. It was barely and inch away from his nose.
"Now Harry, I don't really want to do this. But I have orders to." She said to him, almost jabbing her wand up his nose.
"Orders?" he said.
"That's right, orders." She said.
"Orders from who?"
"You-know-who." She said.
"No, quite frankly Clair I don't know who-" but then it hit him. "What?"
"Welcome to Lord Voldemort's new abode. Do you like it?" she asked him.
"Not particularly." He muttered, looking around at the walls covered in chipping paint and crooked portraits. "Why, Claire?"
"Why not?"
"Because, Claire, you're my friend. You're my partner. Friends and partners don't bring other friends and partners to the new home of the Dark Lord!" he exclaimed, trying to walk around her. She blocked his way and poked him with her wand.
"You're not getting away that easily."
"Claire, this is mad!"
"I'll let you go on one condition." She said to him, pushing her body up against his. He caught on rather quickly.
"No! No way in Hell, Claire!"
"Hmm..." she sighed. "Maybe in Heaven, then." She pointed her wand at Harry's forehead, and was about to say a spell when Tonks burst through the doorway and tackled her to the ground.
"Tonks!" Harry exclaimed. "How did you know?" Tonks didn't reply right away, but instead slipped Claire a few droplets of sleeping draft.
"It doesn't matter how I knew." She panted. "She was under the Imperius Curse." Harry felt like slapping himself upside the head. He should've known. "You're just lucky that I got here in time."
"Yeah." Said Harry, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks."
"I can take care of her, you go on home to Hermione." Said Tonks, picking up Claire up all by herself. Tonks really was stronger than she looked. Harry nodded and apparated back to his house, where Hermione was asleep in the bedroom, and just as beautiful as always.