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The betrayal:
Phoenix didn't waste a second, while all the hall looked confusedly between Griffin and her she transformed into her animagy form and flew out of the window to search for her friend. Ron wasn't paying attention to her anymore, he had moved to stand in front of the door, as if expecting something. Dumbledore looked at the young boy carefully, he could sense there was something wrong, but he had no idea what it was about, yet Ron seemed to know. When he was about to ask what was going on, the doors to the great hall burst open. Ron didn't waste his time looking at who was coming in, he knew it were death eaters, probably about thirty. They all had orders from Voldemort to kill everyone in that room except for Dumbledore. Ron knew this, and he was determined to not let them get away with it. With a swift motion of his hand he sent the first batch of death eaters flying into the ones that came behind them, giving the professors the chance to draw their wands and join the fight.
Once the death eaters had got up, Ron ran to them, his fists radiating with magic, he began to knock his enemies down, the way he was moving gave away that all his movements had been perfectly practised, it seemed the boy wasn't putting any effort in the fight and yet more and more death eaters were rendered unconscious. Suddenly another vision flashed through his eyes, without thinking twice about it he began to run towards his mother. Just at the same time he arrived at her side, a death eater shouted the killing curse, freezing everyone in their tracks. Ron calmly turned around and looked at the green light speeding towards him, he braced himself for the impact, he knew it was going to hurt even if it wouldn't kill him.
Harry and Sirius walked outside in silence, with the other man leading the way. Harry was deeply in thought about who could have put Sirius under the imperious, it would have to be someone in the castle or close to it because he was sure the curse wasn't on him that evening when they had talked in the classroom. He sure would have noticed when he had hugged him.
"Harry?" Sirius's voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Yes?" The older man was now leaning against one of the sides of the castle and was looking at him with flat dull eyes. Harry hadn't noticed his godfather stop and was now a few steps ahead.
"I was wondering something." Harry raised an eyebrow as to show he was listening. Sirius walked to where he was and stood there towering over him. All Dragon's instincts told him to attack the man before him, that he was a danger to him. Harry acknowledged it and tensed waiting for the older man to make his move. "I was wondering why you are siding again with us, I mean Voldemort offers you so much, and we only give you pain." Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes, whoever was controlling Sirius sure was doing a lousy job. Nevertheless he continued to pretend he wasn't aware of anything.
"Sirius, Voldemort hates my guts, it's just a question of survival." Harry was sure he had seen a slight flash of hurt pass through his godfathers eyes before they became dull again.
"You mean you don't care about us? That you're only here for the protection that Dumbledore offers you?" Harry shrugged.
"Of course, what did you think? If the only way we will be accepted back is pretending to care about you, then we'll have to maintain the act, wont we?" All Harry's senses were trained to the man standing in front of him, he could feel him get ready, it wouldn't be much longer before something happened. Sirius looked down and then looked back at him, eyes colder then ice.
"Then I'm sure you won't mind me doing this." Before Harry had time to react Sirius had put his strong hands around his neck and was pressing, choking him. Harry put his hands around Sirius's wrists pressing some and causing his godfather to loosen his grip slightly. With a choked voice he said.
"You disappoint me Sirius, I thought you of all people would be more able to fight the imperious." Another flash of recognition passed through the man's eyes, but it was quickly subdued. Harry frowned, the death eater who had put Sirius under the imperious must be very strong to be able to subdue his godfather for so long. Before he could try to reason with Sirius some more he heard someone running to them.
"Dragon! Death eaters attacking the great hall!" Phoenix stopped short at the sight before her, her mouth hanging slightly open. "Er, Dragon..." But the boy wasn't listening to her any more. With a strength that no one would have thought possible for such a small boy he put Sirius's hands of his throat and before letting the man recover from his surprise he had solidly kicked him on his jaw rendering him unconscious for the time being. Phoenix was looking at the procedures with a slightly astounded expression.
"Not that I want to interfere Dragon, but wasn't that a little harsh. I mean the poor man didn't know what he was doing." Harry looked at her a little annoyed, massaging his throat.
"I was trying to talk him out of it, but you came and I think the fact that the great hall is being attacked is more important than the headache Sirius is going to have."
"You could have hurt his feelings, you have seen how unstable he is."
"Phoenix, I have done that already several times tonight, I couldn't let the death eaters know about our true feelings, they could have used them against us more than they already have." Phoenix sighed but nodded in understanding.
"Come on Dragon, we need to get to the great hall." She looked at the unconscious man at Harry's feet and frowned. "What should we do with him? We can't leave him unprotected out here."
"We'll have to take him with us, I'm sure Lupin will take care of him while we kick some death eaters butt." Hermione nodded in agreement and with a soft pop they both turned to their animagy forms, Harry being a big, golden dragon with a silver lighting bolt across his back, between his wings and bright green eyes.
To be continued ...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
The betrayal:
Phoenix didn't waste a second, while all the hall looked confusedly between Griffin and her she transformed into her animagy form and flew out of the window to search for her friend. Ron wasn't paying attention to her anymore, he had moved to stand in front of the door, as if expecting something. Dumbledore looked at the young boy carefully, he could sense there was something wrong, but he had no idea what it was about, yet Ron seemed to know. When he was about to ask what was going on, the doors to the great hall burst open. Ron didn't waste his time looking at who was coming in, he knew it were death eaters, probably about thirty. They all had orders from Voldemort to kill everyone in that room except for Dumbledore. Ron knew this, and he was determined to not let them get away with it. With a swift motion of his hand he sent the first batch of death eaters flying into the ones that came behind them, giving the professors the chance to draw their wands and join the fight.
Once the death eaters had got up, Ron ran to them, his fists radiating with magic, he began to knock his enemies down, the way he was moving gave away that all his movements had been perfectly practised, it seemed the boy wasn't putting any effort in the fight and yet more and more death eaters were rendered unconscious. Suddenly another vision flashed through his eyes, without thinking twice about it he began to run towards his mother. Just at the same time he arrived at her side, a death eater shouted the killing curse, freezing everyone in their tracks. Ron calmly turned around and looked at the green light speeding towards him, he braced himself for the impact, he knew it was going to hurt even if it wouldn't kill him.
Harry and Sirius walked outside in silence, with the other man leading the way. Harry was deeply in thought about who could have put Sirius under the imperious, it would have to be someone in the castle or close to it because he was sure the curse wasn't on him that evening when they had talked in the classroom. He sure would have noticed when he had hugged him.
"Harry?" Sirius's voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Yes?" The older man was now leaning against one of the sides of the castle and was looking at him with flat dull eyes. Harry hadn't noticed his godfather stop and was now a few steps ahead.
"I was wondering something." Harry raised an eyebrow as to show he was listening. Sirius walked to where he was and stood there towering over him. All Dragon's instincts told him to attack the man before him, that he was a danger to him. Harry acknowledged it and tensed waiting for the older man to make his move. "I was wondering why you are siding again with us, I mean Voldemort offers you so much, and we only give you pain." Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes, whoever was controlling Sirius sure was doing a lousy job. Nevertheless he continued to pretend he wasn't aware of anything.
"Sirius, Voldemort hates my guts, it's just a question of survival." Harry was sure he had seen a slight flash of hurt pass through his godfathers eyes before they became dull again.
"You mean you don't care about us? That you're only here for the protection that Dumbledore offers you?" Harry shrugged.
"Of course, what did you think? If the only way we will be accepted back is pretending to care about you, then we'll have to maintain the act, wont we?" All Harry's senses were trained to the man standing in front of him, he could feel him get ready, it wouldn't be much longer before something happened. Sirius looked down and then looked back at him, eyes colder then ice.
"Then I'm sure you won't mind me doing this." Before Harry had time to react Sirius had put his strong hands around his neck and was pressing, choking him. Harry put his hands around Sirius's wrists pressing some and causing his godfather to loosen his grip slightly. With a choked voice he said.
"You disappoint me Sirius, I thought you of all people would be more able to fight the imperious." Another flash of recognition passed through the man's eyes, but it was quickly subdued. Harry frowned, the death eater who had put Sirius under the imperious must be very strong to be able to subdue his godfather for so long. Before he could try to reason with Sirius some more he heard someone running to them.
"Dragon! Death eaters attacking the great hall!" Phoenix stopped short at the sight before her, her mouth hanging slightly open. "Er, Dragon..." But the boy wasn't listening to her any more. With a strength that no one would have thought possible for such a small boy he put Sirius's hands of his throat and before letting the man recover from his surprise he had solidly kicked him on his jaw rendering him unconscious for the time being. Phoenix was looking at the procedures with a slightly astounded expression.
"Not that I want to interfere Dragon, but wasn't that a little harsh. I mean the poor man didn't know what he was doing." Harry looked at her a little annoyed, massaging his throat.
"I was trying to talk him out of it, but you came and I think the fact that the great hall is being attacked is more important than the headache Sirius is going to have."
"You could have hurt his feelings, you have seen how unstable he is."
"Phoenix, I have done that already several times tonight, I couldn't let the death eaters know about our true feelings, they could have used them against us more than they already have." Phoenix sighed but nodded in understanding.
"Come on Dragon, we need to get to the great hall." She looked at the unconscious man at Harry's feet and frowned. "What should we do with him? We can't leave him unprotected out here."
"We'll have to take him with us, I'm sure Lupin will take care of him while we kick some death eaters butt." Hermione nodded in agreement and with a soft pop they both turned to their animagy forms, Harry being a big, golden dragon with a silver lighting bolt across his back, between his wings and bright green eyes.
To be continued ...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
