Chapter 3 Consolations and Silly Come backs
The death eater looked up from where he was sitting when he heard a sound from the front yard. He stood up just as the front door was blasted apart and didn't have time to react when a stunning spell hit him square in the chest. The three other men who had been sitting on the couch with their mouths open in shock quickly raised themselves off their seat right as the glass ceiling above the room came crashing down upon them with Colin coming down with it. He threw a binding spell at a women who had just ran in from the hall with her wand pointed at Ron and she immediately toppled onto the floor stiff. The three remaining men drew out their wands and one aimed his at Harry but before he could get the words out of his mouth a stunner from Colin hit him in the back and he fell over the table in front of him. Luna and Hermoine gained up on of the men and Harry pointed his wand at the other and with a defiant look on his face shouted out a stunning spell so strong that the man flew backwards and slammed into the wall and the house shook, before slumping to the ground unconscious. The man dueling with Hermoine and Luna dodged both their spells and ran for the front door.
"Harry, he's getting away!" Hermoine shouted across the room as Harry quickly turned to shoot a spell at him but was too slow.
"Stupiffy!" Colin shouted and the man tripped over the front steps and landed in the grass in front of the house.
Colin walked up to Harry, who was looking down at his shoes trying to hide the frown in his face.
"I should have got that one," He said looking at Colin with disappointment in his eyes.
"You got two of them," Colin offered Harry a reassuring smile and laugh, "and that second one was ready for ya. You should feel pretty good."
Harry looked down at him with regret, "But I let one get by me."
"Hey don't worry, you know it only matters that you do your best," Colin gave Harry a nod, like he were comforting a young child. He turned and walked past Harry and out into the front yard where he sent off a light from his wand that hovered and glowed above the house so that the ministry could come pick up the stunned death eaters and their victim.
Harry followed Colin outside, "But that's just it, I don't think it was my best."
Soft pops could be heard thought the yard as ministry officials apparated to the scene. Right as they stepped out of the gates enclosing the yard a sea of bright flashes and excited voices swarmed around them.
"Hey Colin, over here. Quick photo for the daily prophet please." "Colin!" "Look over here Colin!"
Colin paused politely in the street for a moment to pose for the numerous cameras lined up outside the gate. The lights flashed non-stop until Colin politely told the photographers that that was enough. Harry and the rest of the gang followed a few steps behind Colin.
"I think we did great. We knocked em dead," Ron was grinning at the rest of the group.
Hermoine looked up at him and gave him a big smile, "Well, not quite dead, but we defiantly knocked em into unconsciousness."
"Well, they weren't very well organized," Luna spoke up, speaking in a very bland tone, "if they all rushed at Harry, they would have killed him right away." She finished, looking off into space as Ron and Hermoine stared at her with frowns on their faces.
"Thanks Luna, that won't keep me awake all night," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Death eaters usually don't collect in big groups like this for too long, causes too much suspicion," Colin told the group like he was an encyclopedia with the definition, habits and habitats for Death Eater: all written neatly inside him. "The majority of them mostly like to stay out of public sight. Hang around all creepy in the shadows...don't you agree...Draco?" Colin's lips turned into a sneer as he said the last word and turned his view to a dark shadow moving by the bushes.
The rest of the group all turned with Colin's gaze as a man walked out into the moonlight. He had pale skin that almost matched his platinum hair. He wore a snug black shirt tucked into his equally snug black leather pants and had a long black cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His smirk grew bigger as he walked over to Colin, "Well, well. The man himself." When he reached Colin, the two men began circling each other. Glaring into each other and they slowly turned.
"What are you doing here?" Colin asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I live on this street," Draco drawled as he held Colin with his piercing stare, "And I wasn't exactly pinning for a noisy visit from wonder Colin and his fluffy haired Potkins." Harry stepped up next to Colin and narrowed his eyes on Draco, "Yeah? You think that one up with all the time you've had stealing people's hair?"
"Careful," Colin injected to Harry, "he's still pretty dangerous."
"Yeah, back off Pothead," Draco said, trying to look intimidating, but not really succeeding.
"It's Potter. You big, bleached....stupid guy," Harry returned, looking around awkwardly. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Draco, you're the worst type of scum," Colin uttered softly as he strolled up to Draco with a smirk, "the second you're up to your old tricks, well...let's just say before you pick out your first victim, you'll be pretty indistinguishable from, what should we say..." Colin's grin went flat as he lowered his voice, "instant soup mix."
Colin walked off without a second glance and the rest of the gang followed, leaving a sneering Draco glaring at their backs.
The death eater looked up from where he was sitting when he heard a sound from the front yard. He stood up just as the front door was blasted apart and didn't have time to react when a stunning spell hit him square in the chest. The three other men who had been sitting on the couch with their mouths open in shock quickly raised themselves off their seat right as the glass ceiling above the room came crashing down upon them with Colin coming down with it. He threw a binding spell at a women who had just ran in from the hall with her wand pointed at Ron and she immediately toppled onto the floor stiff. The three remaining men drew out their wands and one aimed his at Harry but before he could get the words out of his mouth a stunner from Colin hit him in the back and he fell over the table in front of him. Luna and Hermoine gained up on of the men and Harry pointed his wand at the other and with a defiant look on his face shouted out a stunning spell so strong that the man flew backwards and slammed into the wall and the house shook, before slumping to the ground unconscious. The man dueling with Hermoine and Luna dodged both their spells and ran for the front door.
"Harry, he's getting away!" Hermoine shouted across the room as Harry quickly turned to shoot a spell at him but was too slow.
"Stupiffy!" Colin shouted and the man tripped over the front steps and landed in the grass in front of the house.
Colin walked up to Harry, who was looking down at his shoes trying to hide the frown in his face.
"I should have got that one," He said looking at Colin with disappointment in his eyes.
"You got two of them," Colin offered Harry a reassuring smile and laugh, "and that second one was ready for ya. You should feel pretty good."
Harry looked down at him with regret, "But I let one get by me."
"Hey don't worry, you know it only matters that you do your best," Colin gave Harry a nod, like he were comforting a young child. He turned and walked past Harry and out into the front yard where he sent off a light from his wand that hovered and glowed above the house so that the ministry could come pick up the stunned death eaters and their victim.
Harry followed Colin outside, "But that's just it, I don't think it was my best."
Soft pops could be heard thought the yard as ministry officials apparated to the scene. Right as they stepped out of the gates enclosing the yard a sea of bright flashes and excited voices swarmed around them.
"Hey Colin, over here. Quick photo for the daily prophet please." "Colin!" "Look over here Colin!"
Colin paused politely in the street for a moment to pose for the numerous cameras lined up outside the gate. The lights flashed non-stop until Colin politely told the photographers that that was enough. Harry and the rest of the gang followed a few steps behind Colin.
"I think we did great. We knocked em dead," Ron was grinning at the rest of the group.
Hermoine looked up at him and gave him a big smile, "Well, not quite dead, but we defiantly knocked em into unconsciousness."
"Well, they weren't very well organized," Luna spoke up, speaking in a very bland tone, "if they all rushed at Harry, they would have killed him right away." She finished, looking off into space as Ron and Hermoine stared at her with frowns on their faces.
"Thanks Luna, that won't keep me awake all night," Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Death eaters usually don't collect in big groups like this for too long, causes too much suspicion," Colin told the group like he was an encyclopedia with the definition, habits and habitats for Death Eater: all written neatly inside him. "The majority of them mostly like to stay out of public sight. Hang around all creepy in the shadows...don't you agree...Draco?" Colin's lips turned into a sneer as he said the last word and turned his view to a dark shadow moving by the bushes.
The rest of the group all turned with Colin's gaze as a man walked out into the moonlight. He had pale skin that almost matched his platinum hair. He wore a snug black shirt tucked into his equally snug black leather pants and had a long black cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His smirk grew bigger as he walked over to Colin, "Well, well. The man himself." When he reached Colin, the two men began circling each other. Glaring into each other and they slowly turned.
"What are you doing here?" Colin asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I live on this street," Draco drawled as he held Colin with his piercing stare, "And I wasn't exactly pinning for a noisy visit from wonder Colin and his fluffy haired Potkins." Harry stepped up next to Colin and narrowed his eyes on Draco, "Yeah? You think that one up with all the time you've had stealing people's hair?"
"Careful," Colin injected to Harry, "he's still pretty dangerous."
"Yeah, back off Pothead," Draco said, trying to look intimidating, but not really succeeding.
"It's Potter. You big, bleached....stupid guy," Harry returned, looking around awkwardly. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Draco, you're the worst type of scum," Colin uttered softly as he strolled up to Draco with a smirk, "the second you're up to your old tricks, well...let's just say before you pick out your first victim, you'll be pretty indistinguishable from, what should we say..." Colin's grin went flat as he lowered his voice, "instant soup mix."
Colin walked off without a second glance and the rest of the gang followed, leaving a sneering Draco glaring at their backs.