CHAPRET EIGHTEEN - MUDBLOODS WILL DIE
Julia felt some kind of gas. That's why nobody had woken up when they came. Who? Where did they go? Why Lily??? Julia with tears n her eyes run towards Virge's bed, but couldn't wake her friend. She took her coat and left their dorm. She didn't even try to alarm other girls: all must have slept, too deeply to be woken up.
She ran down the stairs to the common room. She was too furious to be scared, she was thinking quickly. There was no headmaster, and the gas anesthetized all the people: students, teachers and other stuff. Julia had no idea how to wake them effectively, but didn't want to look up the solution in any book. She had no idea why she was able to get up, nor why she did have a headache. The only right thing was to help them before it was too late.
When she entered she saw that the door to boy's dorms opened and Sirius, James, Remus and few other guys burst in. Julia gave them a quick glance. Black spoke.
'I was woken by a terrible headache.', Julia nodded. For a while nobody moved.
'Lily and Mavis', said Julia breathlessly. 'Some girls, I guess Lana and Tracetta from 7th year. The doors to other rooms were also damaged. What about you?'
'We checked out every dorm', said a blue-eyed, black-haired tall boy called Longbottom. 'Every Muggle student.'
'Look!', shouted Remus who was peeping through the window. 'They're at the fields'
Every one in the room ran towards the windows. The sight was awful and terrible. They saw few dark-dressed figures with masks on their faces and tens of students in their pajamas flying and levitating in the cold air. Some were being rotated, some were upside down, and some were made to dance. This view of horror was outside Hogwarts, the last safe place.
'Julia', Sirius finally spoke, his voice was trembling, and his eyes were in tears. 'We'll go there and clean it up. You go and try to wake the teachers.'
Sting smiled and Sirius sighed.
'You joke in every situation, that's why I.', she mocked but this time she was so close to reveal her feelings. 'You know I'll be more helpful there.'
'Jill's right, Padfoot', said James who couldn't wait to leave. 'Peter will call McGonagall and the rest.'
'God, I wish Dumbledore hadn't left for the Ministry', sighed Remus and all of them left the tower.
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When they ran outside the castle the sight of the victims and torturers was even more awful and frightening than from the tower window. They all had their wands out but stopped in the shadow of the tower and gazed: shocked, astonished, furious and in sorrow. Why was this happening? Why their friends?
Few bodies were lying on the grass, unconscious. They must have fallen from the air when the players stopped paying attention to them. Some others were still in the air: wounded, almost naked, and frozen in the night's wind and coolness. They were hanging upside down, rotating or just flying around. White bodies in their white pajamas looked so lonely, so sad, so abandoned.
The butchers were all dressed black with black, wool masks on their faces with holes for the eyes. Some of them had their brooms and were flying all around their victims. They were laughing and having their time. Occasionally one of them shouted a hex or curse.
Julia was watching this all in tears. It is impossible. It is unforgivable. She couldn't stay and watch at something like this one more time. She recalled the summer in France when her grandma was killed. It was so long ago but she could still hear in her head the laughter of the Death Eaters. The people here probably didn't mean to kill, not yet, but there is no fun when somebody cries or is hurt. She wanted to punish them for that and then all the rescuers saw flashing fire letters and a sentence that was written by one of the Slytherins (none of the team doubted that it was their job).
MUDBLOODS WILL DIE
Julia couldn't remember who of them began to fight. Some shouted 'Expelliarmus', some 'Petrificus'.
A battle began.
The Slytherins soon realized that their gas surprise didn't work as properly as it should have. They began to defend. None of them escaped, yet. Colourful spells were shot from the wands. Like rainbows. The school field would have looked wonderfully if people hadn't been hurt.
Julia decided not to fight - the boys could do it, maybe not better, but more willingly. All she wanted to do was to help her friends: helpless, motionless, and powerless. Her eyes found Sirius', they gazed at each other for less than a second. They didn't know why, but it helped them, encouraged them, and filled them with some strange energy. Ancient energy, Sting would have thought if she hadn't turned to the battle. She lifted her wand and shouted (clear woman's voice sounded strange in such situation, all the people were petrified for a moment, such voice can be a weapon).
'Accio prostrati!'
To the great astonishment of the torturers all the lying victims flew to Julia's feet. Not one person, not two, but fifteen or something. Usually people had to use one spell for one person. Julia, however, wasn't really astonished. Her special wand and the special power she obtained with the feeling to a man improved her abilities. Yes, she was now the most powerful player on the field, like a queen in chess.
One of the rescuers came to help Julia to warm the bodies.
When all the people were staring at Julia Sirius took his chance, he could stop many of the broom-riders at once. For him this discovery was a shock, but he didn't care about this: he could reflect it later.
The young Death Eaters showed their worst weapon: the dark spells. The Gryffindors hadn't expected that. Some of them were knocked out and managed to get up after a longer while. It hurt much more than an ordinary hex. It ran through the veins and attacked the hearts and souls. The sudden attack doubled the effects. It is hard to fight wisely when the soul in wounded but they had to: for their friends.
Julia wasn't hurt and wasn't astonished by that fact. The positive power she felt in herself, for the first time so deeply, was protecting her. So stupid students couldn't damage this power. Julia decided to help the people who were hanging. Lily wasn't there, she realized when the bodies appeared in front of her. She was looking around for Evans, but couldn't find.
After the fight she couldn't remember the process. She had just images in her head. She saw James fighting with some tall member of the dark group. She saw Remus fell because of some complicated spell and then heard somebody's laugh. She had in her mind view of Gothwar and Asilin helping the Muggle students. She recalled Sirius, his anger, his wise decisions, and his fight against people on brooms.
But what she remembered most was the fear that she wouldn't be able to find and help Lily.
All of the fighters were more or less hurt when the teachers came. Professor McGonagall in her green dressing gown, wand out, Ritteron, furious, the DADA teacher and all of the stuff (except the headmaster who wasn't there). The first they did was to disappear the letters that were still shining over the grass.
The torturers soon realized that the battle is over and tried to disappear. They sat on their brooms wanted to fly away. The teachers approached the group of rescue, began to investigate and give the first aid. Julia wasn't listening to them. She wanted the kids to be taken to the Hospital Wing. She turned with the terror in her eyes to Sirius and James who were just coming and said hoarsely:
'Lily's not here'
The boys gazed at her for a while, then Remus pointed at the group that was running away and they immediately decided to chase. Lily must have been there. They ran before McGonagall could do anything to stop them.
Not every one of them had the broomsticks and the boys were good runners so the distance was shorter and shorter. When the dark players realized that they chose to leave the unconscious students and fly together to escape. In front of the garden gate Julia, who had come a little after the boys, saw her friends leaning over few bodies: one was definitely Lily's. The guys were furious.
'take them safely to hospit...', breathlessly said Sirius and guys disappeared in the garden's bushes. They wanted to find the kidnappers although they knew they had gone.
Julia took the three bodies and magically carried them to the teachers. The professors managed to help the majority. They were taken to the hospital wing and Mrs. Quampac and her assistant Ms. Pomfrey were now curing and healing them (lots of chocolate to the fighters, potions and pills to the others, and warmed blankets, of course). McGonagall was waiting and almost cried with a relief when she saw her niece.
Julia looked exhausted, arm hurt, coat torn, hair messed. Her eyes were still gleaming, the fight wasn't over. Professor helped the asleep and Rotteron carried them to the castle. Minerva put her arm around Julia and directed to the entrance. Julia didn't want to go, but moved, because she knew the Slytherins managed to escape. They had helped their friends, but what sort of help it was if the evil hadn't disappeared and the torturers wouldn't be punished?
At the gate the marauders met the women. Sirius and Remus were helping Potter who was cursed by the very last hex. He couldn't move his legs and his eyes were absent. Minerva glanced at boys and without a word replaced Black and with Remus carried James to the hospital wing.
Julia and Sirius were now alone in the hall.
Black looked shabby and dirty. He had grass in his hair and mud on his pajamas. He was bleeding, but even a sore couldn't hide his attractiveness. He had bruises on his face and felt pain in every muscle of his body. But he didn't care. He gazed at Julia so intensively that she felt a hot chill through her vertebra and a different sensation down in her stomach.
When he glanced at her, injured and bleeding, he felt immense pain and anger. Why she? Her torn clothes exposed bare and dirty parts of her sensitive body. Her eyes were clean and flashing. Beautiful. She was watching him and waiting. They both were breathing loudly, both were staring, both wanted the other one.
Sirius swallowed and touched Julia's arm. She deflected and watched him intensively. He couldn't wait more: he leaned and kissed her lips.
It was like a thunder. Their lips met passionately. He grabbed her waist and, strongly but gently, pushed her to the wall. It was hard and cold but she didn't care. She opened her mouth and his tongue began its ritual. It was more passionate, more lustful than ever. They couldn't stop, couldn't part no matter what happened.
Sirius' hands found their way underneath Julia's clothes. Her body was cold and she shivered under his touch. She put one of her hands behind his neck, trying to pull him harder to herself. The other one wandered on his bare chest (strong and muscular). His arms were almost lifting her up the wall, he hardened his pressure on her body and felt in heaven when her leg closed in his legs. They were kissing hardly, unconsciously, and breathlessly. Their eyes were closed and they couldn't see the white light that surrounded them but they could feel its power that was flowing through their horny bodies.
Julia moaned and almost passed out because of the pleasure he gave her by the kisses and by squeezes of his hand on her breasts. He almost got his climax when they finally parted, breathing fast and shyly staring at each other. Julia's eyes, bright green with golden dashes, told him she felt so GOOD. They were lustful and encouraging, the Julia he didn't know, but whom he loved at once. His Julia.
He embraced her, trying to calm down his thoughts and, most important, his body. She hugged him back, her hand touching slowly his back. She growled as she recalled the huge excitement. She hadn't known it was possible to loose herself in somebody else. They weren't a couple anymore. They were one.
'I...', love you, he wanted to whisper in her ear, but a brisk voice interrupted.
'I wanted you to follow to the hospital, not to stay. Here. Alone', McGonagall was staring at them suspiciously. They had to go with her.
Julia felt some kind of gas. That's why nobody had woken up when they came. Who? Where did they go? Why Lily??? Julia with tears n her eyes run towards Virge's bed, but couldn't wake her friend. She took her coat and left their dorm. She didn't even try to alarm other girls: all must have slept, too deeply to be woken up.
She ran down the stairs to the common room. She was too furious to be scared, she was thinking quickly. There was no headmaster, and the gas anesthetized all the people: students, teachers and other stuff. Julia had no idea how to wake them effectively, but didn't want to look up the solution in any book. She had no idea why she was able to get up, nor why she did have a headache. The only right thing was to help them before it was too late.
When she entered she saw that the door to boy's dorms opened and Sirius, James, Remus and few other guys burst in. Julia gave them a quick glance. Black spoke.
'I was woken by a terrible headache.', Julia nodded. For a while nobody moved.
'Lily and Mavis', said Julia breathlessly. 'Some girls, I guess Lana and Tracetta from 7th year. The doors to other rooms were also damaged. What about you?'
'We checked out every dorm', said a blue-eyed, black-haired tall boy called Longbottom. 'Every Muggle student.'
'Look!', shouted Remus who was peeping through the window. 'They're at the fields'
Every one in the room ran towards the windows. The sight was awful and terrible. They saw few dark-dressed figures with masks on their faces and tens of students in their pajamas flying and levitating in the cold air. Some were being rotated, some were upside down, and some were made to dance. This view of horror was outside Hogwarts, the last safe place.
'Julia', Sirius finally spoke, his voice was trembling, and his eyes were in tears. 'We'll go there and clean it up. You go and try to wake the teachers.'
Sting smiled and Sirius sighed.
'You joke in every situation, that's why I.', she mocked but this time she was so close to reveal her feelings. 'You know I'll be more helpful there.'
'Jill's right, Padfoot', said James who couldn't wait to leave. 'Peter will call McGonagall and the rest.'
'God, I wish Dumbledore hadn't left for the Ministry', sighed Remus and all of them left the tower.
\/*\/*\/*\/*\/
When they ran outside the castle the sight of the victims and torturers was even more awful and frightening than from the tower window. They all had their wands out but stopped in the shadow of the tower and gazed: shocked, astonished, furious and in sorrow. Why was this happening? Why their friends?
Few bodies were lying on the grass, unconscious. They must have fallen from the air when the players stopped paying attention to them. Some others were still in the air: wounded, almost naked, and frozen in the night's wind and coolness. They were hanging upside down, rotating or just flying around. White bodies in their white pajamas looked so lonely, so sad, so abandoned.
The butchers were all dressed black with black, wool masks on their faces with holes for the eyes. Some of them had their brooms and were flying all around their victims. They were laughing and having their time. Occasionally one of them shouted a hex or curse.
Julia was watching this all in tears. It is impossible. It is unforgivable. She couldn't stay and watch at something like this one more time. She recalled the summer in France when her grandma was killed. It was so long ago but she could still hear in her head the laughter of the Death Eaters. The people here probably didn't mean to kill, not yet, but there is no fun when somebody cries or is hurt. She wanted to punish them for that and then all the rescuers saw flashing fire letters and a sentence that was written by one of the Slytherins (none of the team doubted that it was their job).
MUDBLOODS WILL DIE
Julia couldn't remember who of them began to fight. Some shouted 'Expelliarmus', some 'Petrificus'.
A battle began.
The Slytherins soon realized that their gas surprise didn't work as properly as it should have. They began to defend. None of them escaped, yet. Colourful spells were shot from the wands. Like rainbows. The school field would have looked wonderfully if people hadn't been hurt.
Julia decided not to fight - the boys could do it, maybe not better, but more willingly. All she wanted to do was to help her friends: helpless, motionless, and powerless. Her eyes found Sirius', they gazed at each other for less than a second. They didn't know why, but it helped them, encouraged them, and filled them with some strange energy. Ancient energy, Sting would have thought if she hadn't turned to the battle. She lifted her wand and shouted (clear woman's voice sounded strange in such situation, all the people were petrified for a moment, such voice can be a weapon).
'Accio prostrati!'
To the great astonishment of the torturers all the lying victims flew to Julia's feet. Not one person, not two, but fifteen or something. Usually people had to use one spell for one person. Julia, however, wasn't really astonished. Her special wand and the special power she obtained with the feeling to a man improved her abilities. Yes, she was now the most powerful player on the field, like a queen in chess.
One of the rescuers came to help Julia to warm the bodies.
When all the people were staring at Julia Sirius took his chance, he could stop many of the broom-riders at once. For him this discovery was a shock, but he didn't care about this: he could reflect it later.
The young Death Eaters showed their worst weapon: the dark spells. The Gryffindors hadn't expected that. Some of them were knocked out and managed to get up after a longer while. It hurt much more than an ordinary hex. It ran through the veins and attacked the hearts and souls. The sudden attack doubled the effects. It is hard to fight wisely when the soul in wounded but they had to: for their friends.
Julia wasn't hurt and wasn't astonished by that fact. The positive power she felt in herself, for the first time so deeply, was protecting her. So stupid students couldn't damage this power. Julia decided to help the people who were hanging. Lily wasn't there, she realized when the bodies appeared in front of her. She was looking around for Evans, but couldn't find.
After the fight she couldn't remember the process. She had just images in her head. She saw James fighting with some tall member of the dark group. She saw Remus fell because of some complicated spell and then heard somebody's laugh. She had in her mind view of Gothwar and Asilin helping the Muggle students. She recalled Sirius, his anger, his wise decisions, and his fight against people on brooms.
But what she remembered most was the fear that she wouldn't be able to find and help Lily.
All of the fighters were more or less hurt when the teachers came. Professor McGonagall in her green dressing gown, wand out, Ritteron, furious, the DADA teacher and all of the stuff (except the headmaster who wasn't there). The first they did was to disappear the letters that were still shining over the grass.
The torturers soon realized that the battle is over and tried to disappear. They sat on their brooms wanted to fly away. The teachers approached the group of rescue, began to investigate and give the first aid. Julia wasn't listening to them. She wanted the kids to be taken to the Hospital Wing. She turned with the terror in her eyes to Sirius and James who were just coming and said hoarsely:
'Lily's not here'
The boys gazed at her for a while, then Remus pointed at the group that was running away and they immediately decided to chase. Lily must have been there. They ran before McGonagall could do anything to stop them.
Not every one of them had the broomsticks and the boys were good runners so the distance was shorter and shorter. When the dark players realized that they chose to leave the unconscious students and fly together to escape. In front of the garden gate Julia, who had come a little after the boys, saw her friends leaning over few bodies: one was definitely Lily's. The guys were furious.
'take them safely to hospit...', breathlessly said Sirius and guys disappeared in the garden's bushes. They wanted to find the kidnappers although they knew they had gone.
Julia took the three bodies and magically carried them to the teachers. The professors managed to help the majority. They were taken to the hospital wing and Mrs. Quampac and her assistant Ms. Pomfrey were now curing and healing them (lots of chocolate to the fighters, potions and pills to the others, and warmed blankets, of course). McGonagall was waiting and almost cried with a relief when she saw her niece.
Julia looked exhausted, arm hurt, coat torn, hair messed. Her eyes were still gleaming, the fight wasn't over. Professor helped the asleep and Rotteron carried them to the castle. Minerva put her arm around Julia and directed to the entrance. Julia didn't want to go, but moved, because she knew the Slytherins managed to escape. They had helped their friends, but what sort of help it was if the evil hadn't disappeared and the torturers wouldn't be punished?
At the gate the marauders met the women. Sirius and Remus were helping Potter who was cursed by the very last hex. He couldn't move his legs and his eyes were absent. Minerva glanced at boys and without a word replaced Black and with Remus carried James to the hospital wing.
Julia and Sirius were now alone in the hall.
Black looked shabby and dirty. He had grass in his hair and mud on his pajamas. He was bleeding, but even a sore couldn't hide his attractiveness. He had bruises on his face and felt pain in every muscle of his body. But he didn't care. He gazed at Julia so intensively that she felt a hot chill through her vertebra and a different sensation down in her stomach.
When he glanced at her, injured and bleeding, he felt immense pain and anger. Why she? Her torn clothes exposed bare and dirty parts of her sensitive body. Her eyes were clean and flashing. Beautiful. She was watching him and waiting. They both were breathing loudly, both were staring, both wanted the other one.
Sirius swallowed and touched Julia's arm. She deflected and watched him intensively. He couldn't wait more: he leaned and kissed her lips.
It was like a thunder. Their lips met passionately. He grabbed her waist and, strongly but gently, pushed her to the wall. It was hard and cold but she didn't care. She opened her mouth and his tongue began its ritual. It was more passionate, more lustful than ever. They couldn't stop, couldn't part no matter what happened.
Sirius' hands found their way underneath Julia's clothes. Her body was cold and she shivered under his touch. She put one of her hands behind his neck, trying to pull him harder to herself. The other one wandered on his bare chest (strong and muscular). His arms were almost lifting her up the wall, he hardened his pressure on her body and felt in heaven when her leg closed in his legs. They were kissing hardly, unconsciously, and breathlessly. Their eyes were closed and they couldn't see the white light that surrounded them but they could feel its power that was flowing through their horny bodies.
Julia moaned and almost passed out because of the pleasure he gave her by the kisses and by squeezes of his hand on her breasts. He almost got his climax when they finally parted, breathing fast and shyly staring at each other. Julia's eyes, bright green with golden dashes, told him she felt so GOOD. They were lustful and encouraging, the Julia he didn't know, but whom he loved at once. His Julia.
He embraced her, trying to calm down his thoughts and, most important, his body. She hugged him back, her hand touching slowly his back. She growled as she recalled the huge excitement. She hadn't known it was possible to loose herself in somebody else. They weren't a couple anymore. They were one.
'I...', love you, he wanted to whisper in her ear, but a brisk voice interrupted.
'I wanted you to follow to the hospital, not to stay. Here. Alone', McGonagall was staring at them suspiciously. They had to go with her.