Chapter 6

"Harry, what are we going to do?" hissed Ginny into the ear beside her mouth.  "They know we're looking for it."

"So?" yelled Harry back over his shoulder as he dodged between the London traffic on the motorbike.  "Maybe its better that way."

"What if they try and stop us?  Harry?"

Ginny felt him sigh.

"I won't let them stop me, Gin," he hissed as he slowly the bike down for a stoplight.  "Not even Ron and Sirius."

* * * *

It is nighttime at a house in Kent.  Several dark figures slink their way through the bushes towards it.

"Surround the house," ordered one of the figures, in a soft but commanding voice.  "Enter in whatever way you can and find them.  Capture them.  If they fight, subdue them.  Only kill them if you absolutely must."

"Yes, sir," mumbled several voices before the figures split up.

One of them managed to wrench a window open.  An alarm that they did not hear went through the house at this, alerting the two souls asleep in the upstairs bedroom.

"Intruders," growled the male of the two as he reached over to the table on his side.  Opening a drawer, he drew out a .45 revolver.

"Lovely," hissed the female, rolling over to grab a revolver identical to the man's from the table on her own side.  "Shall we go greet them?"

"Get some clothes on first, dear heart," murmured the man, leaning across the bed to kiss her cheek.  "After all, only I get to see you without clothes."

The woman smiled in the dark and said, "Don't have too much fun without me."

The man, who was now already half across the room, threw a feral grin over his shoulder at her then dashed down the hall towards the staircase.  He glanced at a mirror deliberately placed so you could see someone coming up the staircase and immediately scowled at what he saw in its reflection.

A figure in a dark cloak and a stark white mask was coming up the stairs, a slim piece of wood in their right hand.

Death Eaters, thought Harry grimly.  I should have known…

As soon as the Death Eater placed a foot on the second floor, Harry reached out with the speed of a striking snake and grabbed the front of their robes.  He hauled them to the floor, knocking their wand out of their hand.  It rolled away to clatter to a stop at the wall as he crouched on top of them.

"Hello," he purred as he shoved the barrel of the gun against their chin.  "Please do move so I have a nice excuse to blow your fucking head off."

"P-Potter," choked the Death Eater.  "You're going to die…"

"What's new?" growled Harry.  "Now, how many of you are there?"

"I'm not going to tell you…"

Harry growled and slapped lightly at the base of the wall.  A secret compartment opened and he grabbed a sheathed hunting knife from the spot.  He slung the sheath off, then waved the blade in front of the Death Eater's face.

"This blade is laced with a poison so deadly that the moment it touches your skin, it will enter your bloodstream and begin to rapidly eat away all of your organs.  Starting with your brain."  He grinned maniacally as he added, "Like it?  I came up with it myself."

"Y-your lying."

"Shall we test it?"  Harry let the blade wander slowly down to the Death Eater's neck.  He nearly had the point touching…

"Twenty-five," gasped the Death Eater.  "There are twenty-five!"

"Counting you?"

The Death Eater nodded and Harry smirked before using the stock of his revolver to knock the Death Eater unconscious.  "Thank you," he murmured before he stood and rolled the body under a table.  In the dark, he wouldn't be seen.

Turning back towards the staircase, he checked the mirror before stepping into the stairwell.  Seeing nothing, he started down, revolver cocked in his right hand and knife ready in the other.  Just before he reached the last step and made it into the kitchen, another Death Eater appeared.  Before they could make a sound, the knife flew through the air and slammed home into their throat.  The Death Eater fell without making even the slightest of sounds.

Harry smirked and glanced into the main room through the kitchen doorway.  He could see the Death Eater's roaming about in there perfectly but the refrigerator blocked their view of him.

Soft footsteps padded up behind him suddenly and a familiar hand touched his bare back.

"How many?" murmured Ginny, leaning against him.

"Twenty-three now," said Harry.  "Twenty-five is unconscious upstairs and twenty-four, I am pleased to say, is no longer in the land of the living."

"Death Eater's?  Why?"

"Well, Sirius did say that there were other people out looking for what we're looking for."

Ginny snorted softly and asked, "How many in the main room?"

"Hmm…fourteen.  Shall we dance?"

"Let's.  The wards I put up two years ago should still be in place."

"Let us hope so," murmured Harry.  "If they fail, well…I must say it's been a marvelous two years."

"Indeed," purred Ginny with a smile.  She placed a kiss on his shoulder, sending a shiver racing down his back.  "Do you think they'd prefer a waltz or a jig?"

"We could ask."

"Oh now where's the fun in that?"

Harry grinned at her over his shoulder and said, "Good point."  He then swung out from behind the refrigerator, revolver raised in a one-handed grip.  Ginny spun into place beside him, her own revolver in a two-handed grip.

"Evening, boys," she purred.

Fourteen Death Eater's looked up to blink at the sight of Harry Potter dressed only in a pair of blue jeans and Ginny Weasley in leather pants and a spaghetti-strap shirt.

One minute later, only two of them were left standing.

Ginny and Harry lunged forward as one, charging right on into two raised wands.  Harry dodged the curse that was thrown at him and leapt into the air, delivering a kick that sent the Death Eater halfway across the room and into a glass coffee table.

Ginny, however, was hit by a ball of fire in the shoulder before she could reach the other Death Eater.  She collapsed to the floor with a faux moan, trying to lure the Death Eater closer.  They did come forward and she slammed her fist upward into the stomach.  As they buckled over in pain, she slugged them across the jaw, which sent the Death Eater to the floor like a sack of flour.

"So?" she said as she rose to her feet.  "How many does that leave?"

"Nine," replied Harry.  He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he surveyed the room and asked, "You okay?"

"I'll live," growled Ginny, gingerly touching her burnt shoulder.  She slid open a drawer in a table to her right and pulled out a box full of cartridges, reloading her revolver.  Then she walked over to Harry and replaced the gun in his hand with her own.

"What about you?" he asked.

Ginny just smirked and slipped a foot underneath the couch.  She slid a small box out, which, when she opened it, revealed a loaded revolver.

"Hiding things from me, are we?"

"I have my little secrets," murmured Ginny.  She then nodded in the direction of the garage and said, "I'll check out there."

"Be careful," hissed Harry.

"Always."

Harry watched the redhead until she disappeared through the door then he turned around to head back upstairs.

What he met was the end of a wand.

"Evening, Potter."

Harry smirked and said, "Hello, Malfoy," before he grabbed the man's wrist and slammed the butt of the revolver into his mask.  It shattered and the sneering face of Draco Malfoy appeared.

"Funny," sneered Draco.  "The Golden Boy of Gryffindor reduced to using Muggle weaponry."

Harry felt cold steel against his side and he glanced down before meeting the cold gray eyes.

"And you, Malfoy," he sneered in Draco's exact tone.  "Such a pity that a Pureblood should be reduced to using Muggle weaponry."

"Fuck you, Potter," snarled Draco.

And he pulled the trigger.  Several times.

Harry felt two of the bullets rip through him before he began to fall towards the floor.  A third bullet slashed across his back and then the pistol that Draco was holding began to click.  The bullet's had stuck.

"That's the trouble with pistols," said Harry, his voice laced with pain.  "The magical energies around wizards really fucks with their make-up."

He lifted his revolver and sighted down the barrel.  A bullet clicked into the chamber and he fired.

Draco went down, a bullet through his throat.  As he choked on his own blood, Harry dragged himself to his feet and leaned down to snarl, "But revolver's…their just too simple for magic to fuck with.  See you on the other side, Malfoy."

A sneer seemed to cross the other man's lips before life faded from the gray eyes.  Harry shook his head slightly then looked up as the garage door opened.  Ginny came stalking into the room, a proud smirk on her face.  There were spatters of blood on the left side of her face.

"Five down by bullet, two down by knife, and one who was unlucky enough to attempt to hide under the BMW.  He didn't make it very far."  She then noticed the blood on Harry's side and rushed forward, revolver dropping to the floor.  "Oh Merlin…who?"

"Malfoy," breathed Harry, grabbing at the leaking wounds.  "Bastard actually used a pistol.  Got me twice in the side and the third took a slice of me before it fouled up.  Looks like your wards failed."

"My wards were made to keep spells and bullets shot from several feet away from hitting one of us.  Lie down now," commanded Ginny, taking the revolver from his suddenly limp fingers.  "Just lean on me…"

With a bit of leverage and a lot of leaning on Harry's part, he managed to lie flat on the floor.  Ginny grabbed a blanket off of one of the couches and shoved it against the bleeding bullet wounds.  She lightly slapped Harry's face as he started to drift.

"No drifting, love," she murmured.  She then heard a sound at the front door and reached for Harry's still loaded revolver.

When the front door was kicked open, she pointed her revolver at the first figure through.  Which she recognized a second later as her brother.

"Ron?  What the fuck…"

"We set up alarms around the house just in case something like this happened," explained Ron, rushing over to her side.  "Looks like it was a good thing."  He nodded at Harry as he said this.

"He's been shot," explained Ginny.

Ron blinked then bellowed over his shoulder, "Healer!  We've got injured here!"

"What sort?" demanded a figure in white as they rushed forward.  Ginny blinked as she recognized Dennis Creevey.

"Gun shot."

"Hell, he needs a Muggle doctor."

"We'd rather not explain two bullet wounds to a load of police," growled Ginny.  Dennis glanced at her then nodded sharply.

"St. Mungo's then.  Abrams!  Stockholm!  Get in here!"

"Aye, sir," said two more Healer's as they rushed into the room.  The three of them performed a series of charms on Harry before they levitated him and floated him out of the room.  Ginny started to follow but Ron held her back.

"He'll be fine.  Right now you've got to tell me what happened."

"Ron, I need…"

"I know you want to go with him, Gin," said Ron, "but I need you to do this for me first.  Okay?  I swear I'll make it quick and then I will personally take you to St. Mungo's."

Ginny frowned at him then nodded.

"Okay.  Firstly, how did they get in…"