AN: I don't believe JKR gave any specific description on history/theory of floo system so I'm making an assumption here - Dawn's portal powers can override/control the floo system.
AN: Everyone thanks for the reviews. I decided to post several chapters at once as a bonus. Also I'm kinda busy with exams and I'm not sure when I'll get the time to update them *shrugs*.
Dragonsdaughter1, you are so right. Wait until I post the remainder of the fic *wink*.
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~*~ To Hell in a Handbasket ~*~
Dawn continued her observations of the patrons around her – witches with toddlers, wizards treating their children out, grand parents and bachelors enjoying their day. What did wizards and witches do for a living? She couldn't imagine any of them holding down an accounting job. Dawn giggled as she tried to imagine the people she saw around dealing with the outside world like Anya when she first became human. Sadness crept into the teens face as she remembered the ex-vengeance demon; Anya was dead like her mother, Buffy, Spike, and lots of others. Forcing the sadness away Dawn focused on studying her environment.
Hazel eyes met pale gray ice.
A chill went down Dawn's spine as she noticed the platinum haired wizard scrutinizing her. He was older in his forties but in no way fatherly like the other older wizards. He was studying her with barely concealed distaste.
Without breaking eye contact he entered the Ice Cream Parlor and walked up to her.
Dawn did not question or ignore the full blown panic threatening to over whelm her. She turned away and pretended not to care. She glanced up through lowered lashes watching him walk up to the bar to speak to the witch behind the counter. Dawn saw the girl about Willow's age flinch away from him. Whoever he was he was bad news.
She waited until he wasn't looking and slipped off the stool and made her way to the exit. Once outside Dawn began walking away quickly.
"Stop her!"
Dawn did not bother looking back to see who shouted. She ran.
* * * * *
"Don't worry Mr Malfoy."
Lucius Malfoy turned away from the witch. She was sufficiently cowed by his veiled threats. She would not interfere. A mediocre Hufflepuff who didn't even rate a Ministry position. Smiling coldly with satisfaction he glanced at the table. It was empty.
Lucius cursed vividly as he ran out of Fortescues.
"Stop her!" He shouted.
* * * * *
Dawn ran dodging spells and hexes cast by the men chasing her. The missed spells hit innocent by-standers with very physical effects. Ugly boils, racking coughing fits, burns, ice, snakes, electrical bolts. They were up to no good and didn't care who they hurt.
She pushed past screaming by-standers without too much concern. Anyone supernatural chasing her only wanted the Key to use in a sacrificial ritual. Dawn didn't know how they found out she was The Key but she didn't care.
I should have ignored my rebellious impulses and told Willow!
Following blind instinct she ducked into a doorway and stumbled into a room filled with fire places of different sizes and styles. Much later Dawn could never explain what made her stumble towards a fireplace, an obvious dead end, but she did. As she lunged towards the stone and brick edifice Dawn stepped on the hem of her robe and fell forward. Desperate she put out her hands to keep from flattening her nose. The heels of her hands scraped against the ash covered stones drawing blood.
Dawn screamed and vanished in a flash of green light.
* * * * *
Lucius Malfoy ran into the Secondary Floo Station. The room was empty. None of the fire places were lit. There were no other exits.
"Where did the brat go?"
"I don't know sir."
"None of the fireplaces are lit."
"Maybe she apparated out."
"But where to imbecile!?!" Lucius snarled.
The lesser Death Eaters were silent. None of them knew.
"Avery! Where is the Key?"
Edwin Avery glanced at the Compass Artifact in his hand.
"It isn't reacting sir. She probably apparated to a warded wizard town. We can't track her until we are past the wards and in the town itself."
"But which town?"
No one answered.
Lucius kicked the door frame in a fit of temper marring the shine of his boots.
* * * * *
TBC...
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Please read and review. (sarhea1980@yahoo.ca)
Raves and constructive criticism please.
Flames will be ignored.
Cheers!
Sarhea
AN: Everyone thanks for the reviews. I decided to post several chapters at once as a bonus. Also I'm kinda busy with exams and I'm not sure when I'll get the time to update them *shrugs*.
Dragonsdaughter1, you are so right. Wait until I post the remainder of the fic *wink*.
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~*~ To Hell in a Handbasket ~*~
Dawn continued her observations of the patrons around her – witches with toddlers, wizards treating their children out, grand parents and bachelors enjoying their day. What did wizards and witches do for a living? She couldn't imagine any of them holding down an accounting job. Dawn giggled as she tried to imagine the people she saw around dealing with the outside world like Anya when she first became human. Sadness crept into the teens face as she remembered the ex-vengeance demon; Anya was dead like her mother, Buffy, Spike, and lots of others. Forcing the sadness away Dawn focused on studying her environment.
Hazel eyes met pale gray ice.
A chill went down Dawn's spine as she noticed the platinum haired wizard scrutinizing her. He was older in his forties but in no way fatherly like the other older wizards. He was studying her with barely concealed distaste.
Without breaking eye contact he entered the Ice Cream Parlor and walked up to her.
Dawn did not question or ignore the full blown panic threatening to over whelm her. She turned away and pretended not to care. She glanced up through lowered lashes watching him walk up to the bar to speak to the witch behind the counter. Dawn saw the girl about Willow's age flinch away from him. Whoever he was he was bad news.
She waited until he wasn't looking and slipped off the stool and made her way to the exit. Once outside Dawn began walking away quickly.
"Stop her!"
Dawn did not bother looking back to see who shouted. She ran.
* * * * *
"Don't worry Mr Malfoy."
Lucius Malfoy turned away from the witch. She was sufficiently cowed by his veiled threats. She would not interfere. A mediocre Hufflepuff who didn't even rate a Ministry position. Smiling coldly with satisfaction he glanced at the table. It was empty.
Lucius cursed vividly as he ran out of Fortescues.
"Stop her!" He shouted.
* * * * *
Dawn ran dodging spells and hexes cast by the men chasing her. The missed spells hit innocent by-standers with very physical effects. Ugly boils, racking coughing fits, burns, ice, snakes, electrical bolts. They were up to no good and didn't care who they hurt.
She pushed past screaming by-standers without too much concern. Anyone supernatural chasing her only wanted the Key to use in a sacrificial ritual. Dawn didn't know how they found out she was The Key but she didn't care.
I should have ignored my rebellious impulses and told Willow!
Following blind instinct she ducked into a doorway and stumbled into a room filled with fire places of different sizes and styles. Much later Dawn could never explain what made her stumble towards a fireplace, an obvious dead end, but she did. As she lunged towards the stone and brick edifice Dawn stepped on the hem of her robe and fell forward. Desperate she put out her hands to keep from flattening her nose. The heels of her hands scraped against the ash covered stones drawing blood.
Dawn screamed and vanished in a flash of green light.
* * * * *
Lucius Malfoy ran into the Secondary Floo Station. The room was empty. None of the fire places were lit. There were no other exits.
"Where did the brat go?"
"I don't know sir."
"None of the fireplaces are lit."
"Maybe she apparated out."
"But where to imbecile!?!" Lucius snarled.
The lesser Death Eaters were silent. None of them knew.
"Avery! Where is the Key?"
Edwin Avery glanced at the Compass Artifact in his hand.
"It isn't reacting sir. She probably apparated to a warded wizard town. We can't track her until we are past the wards and in the town itself."
"But which town?"
No one answered.
Lucius kicked the door frame in a fit of temper marring the shine of his boots.
* * * * *
TBC...
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Please read and review. (sarhea1980@yahoo.ca)
Raves and constructive criticism please.
Flames will be ignored.
Cheers!
Sarhea