In America chapter 9

"Kevin! NO!" Harry threw himself in front of Kevin, knocking him down. The light hit Harry and he screamed as long slices appeared over his back. As soon as it started, it stopped.

"Harry?" Black robed figures came out of the shadows and curses began flying in earnest. "Crucio!" Kevin cursed a figure that attempted to get near him and Harry, who had by now lost consciousness due to blood loss.

// Master! What am I to do? // Kevin pulled Dae down under the protective covering of the overturned trash bin he was under.

"Stay with him. Protect him." Dae nodded as Kevin disappeared. Nearly an hour later, the gang managed to drive the band of Deatheaters away. Kevin limped over to Harry and Dae, dropping to the ground beside them.

// He's started to wake up, but passed out again when he moved. // Kevin gently scooped Harry up into his arms and stood, with a little help from Dae.

"I want everyone to stick close to me. We're going to the school for help." Kevin took off in the general direction of the school. The surviving gang members followed behind him, Ron was nowhere to be seen.

They traveled as fast as they could, but were stopped dead in their tracks as the school came into view. Black furls of smoke rose from the debris that used to be called the Academy. Nothing seemed to have stood. "They must have gotten the school while the small band went after us."

// Master, what do we do? // Dae collapsed as his energy finally gave out. //Where will we go? We can't stay with the older gang, we aren't yet welcome! // Harry stirred in Kevin's arms.

"W-w-what happened?" Harry turned his head and saw the remains of the school. "Oh god..it's my fault." Kevin sat as his own energy threatened to give out.

"Oh, Harry! It's not your fault. You couldn't have known."

"Those were Deatheaters. Probably all of the one's that managed to evade captured or death. They want to kill me for what i did to Voldemort."

"It still isn't your fault." Kevin gently stroked Harry's hair. "Does anyone know of anyplace we could go?"

"Hogwarts." Harry spoke up. "Dumbledore would let us go there. If someone could find me an owl.." Kevin shushed him.

"All right, but I want you to rest. Save your strength. I'll write to Dumbledore. I want everyone here to save as much strength as they can. We don't know how long it will be until help arrives. Mark, go find an owl. Please."

TBC

I suck at battle scenes. Don't hurt me!