CHAPTER 18
NOTHING IS EVER EASY
Fifty tall figures in billowing black robes froze as the sound of the wailing sirens echoed through the still morning air. Fifty-foot high sirens had replaced the trees that had surrounded them, leaving them no protection from prying eyes. Flashing blue lights informed everyone of their expected arrival. The white metal of their masks glinted in the fresh light of morning, the black of their robes offset by the white of the ground covered in freshly fallen snow.
"Should've known.'' A tall man said his voice muffled by the thick mask upon his face. "Dumbledore and his faithful staff.'' He growled in a low voice, raising his wand and pointing at a group of people who were walking past, they ran screaming terrified into the nearest shop.
"Never mind that now. We have work to do. Just a little earlier than expected.'' A woman said, her face hidden by the mask, but there was no mistaking that nasty snarl in her voice and the cruel tone. Bellatrix Lestrange
The Death Eaters split up into groups of five and spread out over the village, walking the now deserted streets in a silence broken only by eager sounds of anticipation and maniacal laughter as another house burst into flames, the occupants still inside screaming, pleading for help.
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The sounds of the sirens had started to die down in the Great Hall wails fading away to echoes, yet the silence of the students remained unbroken, no one precisely knew why the sirens had sounded, but the sound invoked a terror and unease that only Voldemort himself could inspire. Harry looked up to the staff table with dread, he knew what the sirens meant, and as he raised his head his suspicions were confirmed. Sirius was standing up; he was going to go into Hogsmeade to fight along with Lupin, Kingsley, Hagrid and Snape.
"Severus, sit down, you know you can't.'' Dumbledore whispered, surveying the determined man before him, knowing that this time Snape wouldn't sit back and watch as his colleagues risked their lives.
"No Professor, I must go I have to help.'' Snape said resolutely, before turning away and heading briskly to the dungeons where he would properly equip himself.
Kingsley had already Flooed to the three broomsticks before the residents, who had barricaded themselves in, had blocked the fire. They need a safe route out of Hogsmeade it was dangerous for anyone to remain behind. Hagrid followed shortly after Kingsley, his crossbow tucked safely under one enormous arm, a quiver of arrows flung over his shoulder. Lupin was the third member of the order through the fireplace, casting a longing look at Tonks he disappeared in a swirl of green flames, his dagger glinting brightly. Sirius was to follow next, he smiled slowly at Destiny, then caught Harry's gaze for the briefest of moments and winked before he too vanished into flames. Last to leave was Snape, his long dark hair was swept away from his face gathered at the base of his neck in a ponytail, a belt of multicoloured potions wrapped tightly around his waist and his wand in hand. He stepped into the fire, emerald flames licking at his robes and nodded resignedly to Dumbledore before the last member departed to Hogsmeade.
The five, met up in the three broomsticks, it was already overcrowded with terrified people, ducking under tables trying to hide from Voldemort. It was futile. There was nowhere to hide, Snape knew this, he had experienced it first hand.
"I'll stay here and supervise the evacuation.'' Kingsley's booming voice brought Snape out of his reverie. "There will be several wards placed around here, I'll take them down as you are approaching. Remus you will go up to the school and evacuate the children and the three teachers, bring them straight back here. Do whatever is necessary to ensure their safety.'' Lupin nodded his eyes fixed and unblinking. "Hounding and Severus you will both need to evacuate the shops and houses, Hounding you go further down the road and Severus you make your way up. Tell everyone to gather at the Three Broomsticks.'' Sirius and Snape stared at each other, their feud briefly pushed aside in the face of danger and nodded curtly. Sirius pausing to ensure his mask was in place, the last thing they needed was for people to hear that Sirius Black was in Hogsmeade, so in his temporary disguise he followed Lupin and Snape out of the pub.
"That just leaves you Hagrid, I want you to see if the shops closest to here are empty, and to ferry everyone in this direction, they'll be scared and disorientated.'' Kingsley said quickly, watching as Hagrid left before starting to erect several wards around the pub. Wards that would by no means hold of Voldemorts Death Eaters but wards that would hopefully buy them a little time and protection at least.
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Life at the castle had by no means come to a complete stand still, the remaining Hogwarts staff had cleared away the house tables and sent the fifth years and younger up to the common rooms. McGonagall was transfiguring anything she could find into beds that would soon be full of injured people. A screen was constructed around these beds in a temporary Hospital Wing. Those students most adept at making potions were called together to help brew healing potions, blood replenishing potions and the many other things that would be necessary to help the villagers. Ron had been sent down to the kitchens to ask the House elves to prepare extra food for the evacuees when they arrived. Harry sat alone in a corner, knowing that if things didn't go their way he could lose the two men that meant most to him. Sirius and Remus, they had been there for him for over four years and he had come to rely on them both.
"Harry.'' A soft voice jarred him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Hermione's worried face looking down at him he smiled weakly. "They'll be fine. They always are.'' She said softly, seeing Ginny watching them both out of the corner of her eye.
"I know, but what if this times different, they can't be lucky forever.'' Harry said sadly. "I've lost him once, I can't do it again Hermione.'' Harry whispered sadly, fighting the tears back fiercely. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't cry again. It did nothing, it didn't bring the people he loved back, and it didn't change anything.
"Harry they'll be back.'' Hermione said confidently wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer to her. Harry smiled and started laughing quietly. "What on earth are you laughing at?'' Hermione asked genuinely confused, one minute he was on the verge of tears the next he was laughing.
"You said they'll be back.'' Harry explained.
"Yeah so?''
"Terminator.'' Harry stated as though it was extremely obvious. "I'll be back.''
"Oh God, I'd forgotten how obsessed you and Ron were with that film.'' Hermione said rolling her eyes and returning to her bubbling cauldron that was currently brewing a very strong healing potion.
Draco Malfoy stared down at the bubbling mixture in his cauldron, the viscous purple liquid would soon be capable of healing all bruises and cuts, but if he added just a pinch of Dittany powder it would make cuts bleed ten times worse, and bruises spread further. He had always been fascinated by the subtle and exact art of potion making, it interested him so much more than looking after magical plants or taking care of magical creatures, but he had been forced to drop it after his fifth year, his father knew that Snape was treacherous. Didn't want his son associated with such low life, but his passion hadn't been quashed, he had had private lessons over the summer. An old friend of his fathers had offered to instruct him, mostly in dark potions, but potions none the less.
If his father could only see him now, in a prime position to help poison most of Dumbledores friends and allies. He could hear his fathers voice in his head. "Do it Draco. Let them suffer.'' He pushed it aside, it was all right for him to say, he, now openly in league with Voldemort, did not have to hide his true nature or attitude, but Draco was still at school, if anyone outside Slytherin found out what he was contemplating Dumbledore would have him out before he could say Quidditch. No, Draco Malfoy didn't risk anything until it was perfectly clear what he would gain from it.
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Lupin cautiously made his way along the deserted street leading up to the primary school that taught the local kids. The silence was unnerving, he was almost there and yet he hadn't encountered a single Death Eater. The silence was pierced by the shriek of yet another victim of Voldemorts servants, Lupin bowed his head sadly, he hated all the fighting, why couldn't everything be easy? "Nothing is ever easy Moony.'' A soft voice echoed in his head. James, he had always there been to comfort him when the strain of his monthly transformation got too much. Those were always his comforting words. "Nothing is ever easy.'' And he supposed it was true, nothing ever came easy, but at least he always had people to help him through it all. That was all that mattered, no matter what you are going through, if you have people who care about you it'll be all right, whether it's easy or not.
Lupin felt the air around him blow cold, a black cloud over darkness swept around Hogsmeade and he felt his blood run cold. The dementors had arrived; he could hear their rattling breaths on the wind. Lupin shook his head as he quickened his pace towards the school, dreading finding the place already destroyed with a huge glittering skull hanging over it, suspended in the blackening sky.
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Hagrid had barely moved a few hundred feet from the Three Broomsticks and he was already overcome by a large mass of hysterical villagers running towards him. Memories from the first war flooded through his head, the screaming still ringing in his ears.
He saw that they were mostly women and children first, the men of Hogsmeade obviously sending them to safety first. Some were crying, others, mostly the older members of the crowd were past crying. They too had experienced the terror of Voldemort before, they knew crying for mercy was pointless. Voldemort didn't have a heart, how could he when he brought such destruction and evil to the world.
"Over ere'' Hagrid called out, motioning to the villagers to follow him. He knew most of these people. He drank with them regularly in the Three Broomsticks. They trusted him. "Come on, faster, just a bit further.'' He whipped his head around, still running for the cover of the three broomsticks, and saw five figures clad in black coming towards them. "Faster.'' He bellowed. They didn't need telling again.
Dodging the shower of light being rained down on them from the Death Eaters wands, the villagers made it past the wards of the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid close behind. Hearing the reassuring rush as the wards shot up behind them. Watching as the jets of red and green light ricocheted off them, back to their creators, sending them fleeing, diving for cover.
"Good work Hagrid.'' Kingsley said in his reassuring deep voice.
"Thanks.'' Hagrid panted, regaining his breath, ready to go out again. He was at less risk than the others, his giant blood repelled most spells but he couldn't do magic, which put him at a disadvantage. He patted his crossbow, checking to ensure it was still there.
He walked purposefully up the seemingly empty street determinedly; he still hadn't checked half of the houses. He could hear the sound of screaming from the far side of Hogsmeade, they needed help badly, how could five men possibly fight off fifty of Voldemorts best Death Eaters. But Hagrid knew that he was prepared to die trying. A flash of red light filled the air and he felt as though a Bludger had just pelted him full force in the back, he staggered forward but did not fall. He wheeled round, coming face to face with a short man. His robes were as black as night and his mask as white as snow. The wand in his hand was pointed directly at Hagrid, he seemed confused; perhaps that was why he hesitated. His stunner hadn't worked, the man before him hadn't fallen. But it would be this hesitation that cost him his life. With one quick movement Hagrid had his crossbow aimed directly at the mans heart and without a second thought, the arrow it held was fired into the mans chest. Hagrid watched as he fell to the floor. Dead. He had gotten used to killing Death Eaters back in the first war when he was younger it didn't affect him anymore. He had to kill he couldn't use magic to defend himself like the others. And even though his giant blood repelled most spells, he was just as easily affected by the killing curse as a normal man.
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The evacuation at the Three Broomsticks was going smoothly, every minute more people were pouring into the pub, shaking and scared. Madam Rosmerta had refused to be evacuated; she stayed behind, handing out Butterbeers to her terrified neighbours. The pub was full, with someone travelling through the fireplace every minute, Kingsley was setting up and taking down wards faster than Rosmerta could contemplate. The pub was filled with eerie flickering green light and although it was fuller than it had ever been it was deathly silent. Strangled sobs and whimpers occasionally disturbed the hushed silence.
Madam Rosmerta peered out of the window of her pub, she looked up and down the street and saw the man in the flesh coloured mask, the one Kingsley referred to as Hounding, running towards them, a frail old woman scooped up in his arms and a group of around five or six adults running close behind him. Two of the men following them had their wands drawn and were shooting spells off behind them, Rosmerta gasped as she saw two Dementors gliding along after them, their rattling breaths sucking in the air around them, glorying on despair and decay.
"Kingsley, Hounding's coming. The dementors are after him.'' Rosmerta shouted across to Kingsley.
Kingsley's head shot up and at once the wards around the pub were lowered as Sirius and the people he had rescued ran inside. The wards were back in place not a moment too soon as the dementors charged forward, slamming into the invisible shield around the pub. The three Broomsticks was slowly emptying, the flashes of the fire becoming more frequent, Madam Rosmerta ushering all of the villagers out, offering the Floo pot to them in turn.
Kingsley pulled Sirius to one side he was panting and breathless. The old lady he had carried was sent through the fire first. Kingsley could already see that Sirius's hair had returned to it's normal black, but that wasn't what bothered him now.
"Have you seen any of the others?'' Kingsley questioned sharply.
"Hagrid's on his way down now. I think he just raided Honeydukes.'' Sirius breathed heavily.
"Good. We'll need all the chocolate we can get with the dementors on the prowl. What about Severus?'' Kingsley demanded his tone was urgent and concerned. He had never lost a man on a mission before and he didn't intend to start now.
"Last I saw he was, searching the houses up the far side of the village.'' Sirius answered, his hands were shaking slightly. "I haven't seen Lupin.'' He stated, answering Kingsleys unanswered question.
"He must be having trouble.'' Kingsley stated. "If he's not back soon, go and look for him, but until then you need to get back out, we haven't evacuated half of Hogsmeade yet.''
Sirius nodded his head sadly; he wanted to find his friend. What if he were hurt? What if he was dying and needed help now? But Sirius knew that he had to help the people of Hogsmeade, after all Lupin could just be taking his time, doing it properly and safely. He did have children involved.
"You alright?'' Kingsley asked surveying Sirius doubtfully. "Those dementors were pretty close.''
"What those things.'' Sirius answered jokingly. "I put up with them for twelve years, I can manage them for twelve minutes.'' He said, injecting some false laughter into his voice, but the prominent haunted look in his eyes gave him away. He couldn't handle them. They had a worse affect on him than most people. He had been terrible places, seen terrible things. His best friends house burnt to rubble. His double-crossing friends escape. These haunted him every time he got near the dementors.
"Eat this.'' Kingsley said softly, the snap of the chocolate breaking Sirius free from his reverie. He took the chocolate gratefully and ate it quickly before leaving the now fairly empty pub to round up more people. He passed Hagrid on his way out, smiling as Hagrid grinned over the top of a mound of Honeydukes finest chocolate. All the customers and employees of Honeydukes, who were more than glad to be rescued, followed Hagrid closely.
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Lupin had finally reached the school after encountering two Death Eaters on the way, they now lay, knocked out and bleeding profusely on the side of the road. He could see the door to the school, no lights were on inside the dark building, no sound could be heard. Lupin swallowed the lump of doubt in his throat and told himself that he wasn't too late. He walked up the path to the door, the pretty colourful flowers looked out of place against the dark sky and the atmosphere of dread and despair.
His hand found its way to the brass handle on the door and he pushed against it, the door wouldn't budge. He rattled the handle up and down and pushed with all his weight against the oak door. It still didn't move, he could hear a child sobbing inside, he called out.
"Let me in. I'm a professor at Hogwarts, I've come to help you.'' Still no reply came from the inside, and the sobs had been muffled, Lupin wondered if he had imagined them. "Please, I only want to help, we're evacuated Hogsmeade, we need to leave now.'' Lupin called out, this time the urgency showing in his voice.
"How do we know your telling the truth?'' A female voice called out, she sounded strong and determined, but Lupin could still hear the slight tremor in her voice as she spoke.
"You just have to trust me.'' Lupin called back. "Please let me in before I am seen.'' He called out. There was silence. A silence that dragged on for what felt like hours, he could hear whispers from within the building.
"What's your name?'' The woman called out again, she was obviously on her guard.
"I'm Remus Lupin. Please open the door.'' Lupin begged he could feel the coldness surrounding him, and the rattling breaths drawing closer. It wouldn't be long before the dementors were upon them. The whispering resumed, this time louder as though two people were having a conflict about whether or not he was trustworthy. Lupin couldn't blame them; he knew he'd be just as cautious. But he was frustrated, the dementors were drawing closer, Death Eaters were on the lose. He was in serious danger. Finally he could hear the barricades being moved and the door opened, revealing a pretty young witch with short red hair. She looked him up and down wearily, not allowing him past until she was satisfied. But Lupin didn't have time for that, he pushed roughly past her, and slammed the door tightly behind him.
"What do you think your doing?'' The woman shouted, recovering from her stumble.
"Dementors.'' Lupin stated simply, and began barricading the door once again. "Well aren't you going to help…um…'' Lupin started realising that he didn't know the woman's name.
"Mary.'' She replied, as she eyed him suspiciously, but started helping all the same, anything to keep the children safe.
"Thank you for trusting me Mary.'' Lupin said, stopping and smiling up at her. Once they had both blocked the doorway off once again, Mary showed Lupin into the small classroom, where the thirty children had gathered along with two other teachers. Lupin nodded briefly to the two other male teachers and smiled briefly at the children who were curled up under tables, fearful of the stranger in their midst.
He crossed the room and peered cautiously out of the window, beckoning Mary to follow him, she was about to speak but he held his finger up to his lips, indicating that she should be quiet. He tilted his head towards the window and Mary peered out guardedly, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Five dementors were gliding up the path towards the door of the school. Lupin knew that they were powerless to open it; they had no strength and would give up if they couldn't gain access to move on to easier prey.
He felt a wave of darkness wash over him and reached into his robe pocket, there were three bars of Honeydukes chocolate. Good thing he had remembered them. He suspected that dementors would be joining the Death Eaters in the attack. The rattling breaths got louder, the darkness got stronger and all around them went cold. A few of the smaller children fainted, but all they could do was wait it out. Lupin looked across to Mary, she could have only been about twenty, a few years out of Hogwarts. Her eyes were widened in horror, but she rushed over to comfort the crying children, exchanging horrified looks with her two male colleagues. Lupin just looked out the window watching and waiting for the dementors to resign.
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Harry had been put in charge of the evacuees, making sure the injured were taking to the hospital area of the Great Hall, and the more seriously injured were taken to the other fireplace where they would be Flooed straight to St Mungo's. The rest of the people were taken to sit at the house tables at the sides of the Hall, and wait for their friends and family to arrive through the fireplace.
An elderly man came through the fireplace coughing and spluttering. Death Eaters had attacked his home. He lived alone and his only family also lived in Hogsmeade, he didn't know whether they had been rescued or not. Harry walked up to him and saw that he was bleeding from a wound in his forehead, but apart from that he seemed all right, just a bit shaken. He gently put his arm around the tiny wizards shoulders and steered him the temporary hospital section.
"Almost died you know?'' The old man said to Harry his voice was rasping and wheezy, but one thing surprised Harry, almost everyone else he had dealt with that day had gaped openly at his scar but this man wasn't bothered by it, either that or he couldn't see it clearly. "Death Eaters attacked me, in me own home.'' Harry looked down at the old man, not knowing what to say. "Lucky one of your lot turned up, saved me life he did.''
"Do you know who he was?'' Harry asked curiously wanting to hear news of his friends.
"Well I couldn't see his face, it was covered by a mask. I thought he was another Death Eater at first, come to finish me off. But he knocked the other Death Eater backwards so hard he almost went through me kitchen wall. He grabbed me and ran shooting curses back at the others who started to chase us.'' Harry smiled he knew that that was Sirius. Sirius was alive. Harry grinned down at the old man.
"That was Professor Hounding. He's a very brave man.'' Harry said proudly, steering the man past a group of young children sitting on the floor playing gobstones.
"Oh no, that wasn't 'is name. 'Is name's Sirius. Sirius Black. You should know that.'' The old man said smiling at Harry, blood running down the entire left side of his face.
"What?…How?'' Harry stuttered, was Sirius's secret out? Was he going to have to leave?
"Known that boy since he were a little lad, him and your father. Most troublesome pair I've ever known. Helped me out of spot of bother, not very different to the one he just got me out of now. I'd know those eyes anywhere. So full of mischief.'' Harry stared open mouthed at the old man before him, not knowing what to say or do, not realising they had reached the hospital wing. "Don't worry his secrets safe with me.'' The old man whispered as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to them. "You're just like your father Harry.'' The man called as he was whisked away from Harry, and surrounded by his children and grandchildren. Harry watched them with some interest seeing the little children rush to their grandfather and hug him, all his family obviously immensely relieved that he was safe.
Harry was amazed, that man knew that the masked man who rescued him was his godfather. He knew Harry's father too. He would have to seek this man out later, try to hear the stories he had to tell about his parents. Harry was so deep in thought that he wasn't looking where he was going as he made his way over to the fireplace. It wasn't until he collided with someone, sending both himself and the other person toppling to the ground that he broke away from his thoughts. He grunted as he pulled himself up off the ground and looked down at the person he had knocked down. His heart leapt into his throat and he mentally cursed himself. Lying splayed out on the floor in front of him was Ginny Weasley, her vivid red hair spread around her head like a fantastic fiery crown. He gulped and nervously offered his hand out to her to help her up. She took it warily and allowed herself to be pulled up. Harry's hand was burning, the sensations he was feeling after touching her after so long were electrifying, he wanted to hold her close to him and feel the bolts of electricity all over, he looked up at her and saw the shadows under her eyes and her dishevelled hair.
"Sorry.'' Harry said breathlessly, he hadn't been this close to her for over a month, and he was vaguely aware that he was still holding her hand. She stared back at him, deep into his emerald eyes but they were unreadable, Occlumency lessons meant he was able to shut of every emotion so that none was visible to anybody. No sign of weakness could be found. She felt judders of excitement thrill through her as his bare skin touched her own. Should she be able to still feel this if he didn't love her?
"It's alright.'' She muttered softly in reply.
"Are you all right?'' He asked and for a moment his protective shield dropped, Ginny had always been able to get past it. She was the only one. His eyes flashed with concern and something more. His words had hidden meaning and she knew he didn't just mean was she all right after the fall.
"I'll live.'' Ginny replied, wondering why Harry was still holding on to her. Not that she minded, contact with Harry after so long apart was amazing, but even as she stood there, old wounds that she had thought healed were opening up, tearing her apart. He let go of her hand and smiled at her sadly.
"I'll see you around then.'' Harry said sadly, pulling away before he gave into the fierce desire inside him, screaming at him to hold her and kiss her. It was painful to even be near her when he knew he couldn't have her.
"Yeah see you.'' Ginny echoed as she started to sadly walk away. Harry didn't want her back; he would've made an excuse to talk longer if he did. No he probably just felt sorry for her. She blinked away the tears from her eyes and returned to the children that she and Colin were looking after whilst their parents were being healed.
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Sirius ran harder and faster than he had ever run before the Three Broomsticks was in sight, the crowd of people before him saw it and their spirits were lifted they ran harder and faster than ever before. Sirius heard the whoosh of the multiple wards being dropped as the villagers reached safety. He had cleared almost every shop in Hogsmeade. He watched as the last of his group ran through the door of the pub, before he doubled his efforts to get there, but just as he was about to pass over the ward, it went up, trapping him outside, a group of Death Eaters had just turned the corner and Sirius knew that Kingsley had no choice but to put the wards up. He couldn't justify risking the lives of everyone inside the pub just to save one man. Sirius threw a few choice spells over his shoulder and listened with satisfaction as two of the five Death Eaters fell crumpled to the ground. He then created a large smoke screen blocking himself from view of the Death Eaters; by the time that cleared he would be well gone. He sprinted back up to where he had rescued the last group of people and hurtled down an alleyway, vaulting over several rubbish cans on the way. He knew the alleyways of Hogsmeade well; this particular alley way was where he used to bring Destiny when they needed a bit of privacy. It had a dead end, so Sirius threw himself behind a few cans and prayed that the Death Eaters would pass over this alley.
After a few minutes of silence, Sirius's breathing had returned to normal, and he was growing restless, the Death Eaters hadn't found him, they had obviously passed over this alleyway. He climbed out from his hiding place, and dusted himself down. His face was hot and sweaty but he couldn't take his mask off. His wand held tightly in his right hand he made his way noiselessly back out of the alley. The wind started to pick up and Sirius robes flapped wildly in the breeze, the sky around him darkened and the air froze. He instinctively knew their long rattling breath and they hopelessness they made him feel. The dementors were approaching. His eyes gaped as he saw five of the creatures standing at the mouth of the alleyway, his eyes darted around him looking for a way of escape as they drew closer. There was no way out, the wall were too high to climb. The foulest creatures on Earth blocked the only way out. He backed away from them until his back touched the cold brick wall, this was it, after all the times he'd cheated death, he was going to die right here, alone in an alleyway. He saw the dementors come closer, sensing the way to him with their hideous breath. They skeletal hands reached up and started to lower their hoods, Sirius fell forward, his wand, his only method of protection rolling out of his hand. Desperately he grabbed for it, trying fruitlessly to protect himself. The power of the dementors was too strong he was weak. All he could do was shut his eyes wait for his soul to be sucked from his body. But the horrific experience he'd been waiting for never arrived. He opened his eyes and saw a silver shape charge at the dementors knocking them back. He squinted against the blinding light, trying desperately to identify the familiar comforting shape of his protector that was now driving the dementors away. He looked up at the majestic silver stag that lingered in the cool air, his mouth dropped.
"Prongs.'' He whispered weakly, watching as the great stag bowed its head. Slowly fading away on the breeze. Sirius could've sworn that it had winked at him before he vanished. There was only one thing to do now, find Hagrid and steal some of his plentiful supply of chocolate. Then head out and rescue more people and fight more Death Eaters.
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The procession of people form the school slowly made their way down the hill and back to the three broomsticks, the winter chill whipped around their faces and the screams could still be heard carried on the wind. Lupin lead the way, checking regularly to make sure that there were no stranglers. He had given everyone a portion of chocolate and prayed it would be enough to give them the strength to get down to the Three Broomsticks. Both of the male members of staff were carrying two of the smaller children each whilst everyone else followed behind Lupin in a single line. His wolf senses were alert and he smelt fear in the air, but no Death Eaters were close.
They quickened their pace, it was going to take them at least ten minutes to safely reach the pub and that was if everything went smoothly. The houses they passed on the way were deserted. Lupin knew he had been gone for a long time and that most of Hogsmeade was now empty. Mary jogged up beside him, her wand drawn and her sharp blue eyes alert. He smiled at her as her quick eyes scanned the bushes at the side of the road for any hidden danger.
Lupins sharp ears caught the sound of a twig snapping he hurried the children and the two teachers forwards, the snap had come from behind. He gave instructions to the men to take all of the children to the three broomsticks. They would be welcomed there. He wheeled around, eyes searching for any sign of movement. The bush next to him moved and the dark leaves rustled, he aimed his wand at it and send a stunner into the core of the bush, sending three robins flying into the air. He shook his head and tried to calm his thumping heart. He was getting paranoid no one was following them. But it came again, another twig snapped, and Lupin heard the crunch of a footstep on the frost ground. He pushed Mary behind him and drew his wand once again. He stood for what felt like hours surveying the landscape, looking for any sign of something out of place. His quick eyes spotted it; a black piece of cloth was blowing in the wind caught on the sharp twig of a tree to his left. He sent a curse towards the tree and it burnt to the ground, revealing no one hiding behind it. His heart was hammering now, someone was out there, he knew it, he could smell them. But he couldn't see them.
"Where are you?'' He said to himself roughly, he saw a twitch of movement in the trees to his right, his wand arm reacted faster than his brain and before he knew it the trees had burnt to the ground, leaving behind only three piles of ash where they had once stood. And standing behind the ashes were three cloaked and masked Death Eaters. He looked around and was satisfied that there were no more; the Death Eaters were slowly approaching them. He could see the evil glint in their eyes. He raised his wand and shot one of them in the head with the most powerful stunner he knew of, knocking him out stone cold onto the frosty ground, his head cracked on a large rock and Lupin knew he was dead. But as Lupin raised his wand once more the remaining Death Eaters reacted one of them binding Lupin's arms tightly to his side his powerful vines, the other breaking both of Mary's legs with a single curse. She fell screaming in agony to the floor, her face contorted in a mask of pain. Lupin felt deep hatred boiling up inside of him, the wolf that lay dormant inside him, slowly awakening, he felt it close to the surface, tearing at his flesh begging to be let out. But he was trapped until the full moon. He could feel the rage of the beast swelling up inside him and he screamed loudly as he pushed hard against the vines binding him, he screamed and pushed until he broke free of them. His chest was heaving and the wand he gripped in his hand would take no prisoners, he had just witnessed a grown man maim a young girl. The anger inside him was intense. He summoned all his strength and threw it into the spell that he cast over the two Death Eaters, who looked on. Too astounded at his burst of superhuman strength to react. They fell silently to the floor, bound in ropes that kept tightening, cutting off their oxygen. Slowly suffocating them.
Lupin saw Mary lying on the ground, she was sobbing hysterically and he moved over to her and knelt beside her. She looked at him fearfully. She had never seen someone emit such a strong aura of power before.
"You can trust me Mary.'' Lupin said in his usual soft and gentle voice. He placed a numbing spell on her legs so that she couldn't feel the pain and gently picked her up and started running, desperate to catch up with the others. He soon had them inside, a few hundred feet from the Three Broomsticks. He reached them and the other teachers cast him a questioning glance. He ignored them and steered every last one of them to safety, thankful that they were finally safe. He placed Mary down on the floor beside the fireplace. The pub was empty when they had arrived which meant that Hogsmeade had been evacuated successfully. Hagrid was there already, recovering from the day's fights with a large tankard of mulled mead. Kingsley greeted him warmly, but the look in his eyes was one of immense relief.
Mary looked up at him and smiled. "I trust you Remus.'' She said before one of her colleagues picked her up and Flooed with her back to Hogwarts.
Sirius had double-checked every house in Hogsmeade and they were all empty, the streets were littered with the bodies of those he was too late to save and the Death Eaters that he had killed. He walked cautiously down the street hoping that by the time he reached the pub Lupin would've returned safely.
He turned the corner and saw the pub, he jogged along eager to see if his friend were back, the shields dropped allowing him access and he burst through the door.
"Is he back yet?'' Sirius shouted, scaring a few of the children who were waiting to Floo to Hogwarts.
"Is who back?'' Lupin called from the other side of the pub, he smiled at Sirius.
"You fool, we thought you were dead.'' Sirius said crossing the pub and embracing Lupin like a brother. "What took you so long?''
"Had a few problems, I'll tell you about them later.'' Lupin said grinning and patting Sirius on the back. "I think I could do with a drink.'' Lupin said getting up and walking behind the bar ready to help himself to some of Rosmertas finest mulled mead, when an agonising scream filled the room.
"Snape.'' Sirius said fearfully. "He's still out there.''
"Lets go.'' Lupin said instantly.
"Oh no you don't. You don't know how many death eaters there are.'' Kingsley said sternly.
"I don't care.'' Sirius barked. "We're not leaving him, he's saved a lot of lives today. You and Hagrid get back. Tell Dumbledore what's going on. We'll be back soon.'' Sirius said as he and Lupin walked out of the pub together leaving only Kingsley and Hagrid to Floo back.
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Snape's belt glinted in the wind, the glass vials that once held potions were now empty, he had saved a great many lives that day and he was thoroughly exhausted. The death eaters he had faced had been less than pleased to see him and had treated him to round after round of curses but he had fought them off, and killed them.
Now he was walking triumphantly back to the pub, a limp in his right leg becoming more pronounced with every step he took and the gash on his arm bleeding freely. His dark hair had pulled free of the band that restrained it; it clung damp and sweaty to his face. The wand that had thrown out o many cure was held loosely in his right hand. He had checked every house and everyone that hadn't been killed was safely in Hogwarts.
Out of nowhere a group of five death eaters appeared, they surrounded him and leered at him through their white masks, now stained with dirt and blood. The tallest one steeped forward, he had an air of arrogance surrounding him and he spoke in a drawling voice.
"Well well Severus fighting for the light side now are we?'' The man sneered, grunts of laughter issued from the two boulder shaped men at either side of him.
"Lucius.'' Snape said stiffly nodding his head curtly. Knowing that nothing good was going top come of this encounter, and sure enough right on cue Malfoy's wand was out. But Snape was quicker than this. "Expelliarmus.'' Snape shouted and watched as Malfoy's wand sailed towards him.
But another voice spoke before he caught the wand, sending both his own and Malfoy's wand into the out stretched hand of a woman. The long pointed nails were painted black and the fingers were long and bony.
"Bellatrix'' Snape said slowly. "Should've known.'' She tossed the wands to Malfoy and gave in a look that would freeze fire.
"Shut up.'' She snapped sharply. "Crucio.'' The words dripped from her mouth, bringing her a twisted pleasure, the sound of the traitors' screams filled her ears, and she loved to hear him scream. The fire spreading through every nerve was a familiar feeling to Snape but however familiar it was it never made it any less painful for him. The screams echoed throughout the empty streets of Hogsmeade. After fifteen minutes she lazily lifted the curse and watched him writhe on the floor, her lips twisted into a sneer.
"Get up Snape. Master wants to see you.'' Bellatrix snapped, watching Lucius drag Snape roughly to his feet letting him struggle to stand-alone. The words were empty to Snape, he used to fear the Dark Lord but now he hated him, long had he awaited death at his hands and now it was here he almost welcomed it. It would be and end to the lies, the war and everything else he hated in the world.
But he didn't want to give Lucius and the rest of them the satisfaction of knowing that he was dead, he struggled against Malfoys grasp, tried to fight free, he wasn't going to die like this. Not now he had done so much to fight the Dark Arts. But he was weak and he couldn't resist for long. Malfoy stunned him and apparated with him slung over his shoulder.
Sirius and Lupin ran to the top of the road where they had heard the screams coming from, the sight that meant them was not one they'd forget soon. Five Death Eaters standing in a large group, a lifeless Snape slung over one's shoulder and another female Death Eater laughing madly. Sirius growled throatily as he recognised his cousins' laugh. They inched closer silently but the Death Eaters had already apparated with a series of loud cracks.
"You know what this means right?'' Lupin asked warily.
"We have to go after them.'' Sirius replied nodding resignedly.
"I'll bet they've taken him to Riddle house. I'll give Voldemort one thing, he's a bit predictable.'' Lupin said as he apparated with soft pop. Leaving Sirius standing alone on the road.
"I swear when I find Snivellus I'm going to kill him.'' He said before he too apparated to Riddle House, to rescue their partner.
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(A.N Thank you to everybody who has reviewed, I tried to sort out the problem with run on sentences but I get so caught up in writing it I forget stuff like that. Please tell me if this is better. And to the many people who keep asking about Harry and Ginny, please stop nagging for me to get them back this story is all planned out and I won't get them back together now, no matter how many people ask. Sorry. I know they are a great couple but it's all part of my master plan, or should I say mistress plan. Please review this chapter; I worked very hard to get it posted sooner than usual. Hope you like it. Luv you all.)
NOTHING IS EVER EASY
Fifty tall figures in billowing black robes froze as the sound of the wailing sirens echoed through the still morning air. Fifty-foot high sirens had replaced the trees that had surrounded them, leaving them no protection from prying eyes. Flashing blue lights informed everyone of their expected arrival. The white metal of their masks glinted in the fresh light of morning, the black of their robes offset by the white of the ground covered in freshly fallen snow.
"Should've known.'' A tall man said his voice muffled by the thick mask upon his face. "Dumbledore and his faithful staff.'' He growled in a low voice, raising his wand and pointing at a group of people who were walking past, they ran screaming terrified into the nearest shop.
"Never mind that now. We have work to do. Just a little earlier than expected.'' A woman said, her face hidden by the mask, but there was no mistaking that nasty snarl in her voice and the cruel tone. Bellatrix Lestrange
The Death Eaters split up into groups of five and spread out over the village, walking the now deserted streets in a silence broken only by eager sounds of anticipation and maniacal laughter as another house burst into flames, the occupants still inside screaming, pleading for help.
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The sounds of the sirens had started to die down in the Great Hall wails fading away to echoes, yet the silence of the students remained unbroken, no one precisely knew why the sirens had sounded, but the sound invoked a terror and unease that only Voldemort himself could inspire. Harry looked up to the staff table with dread, he knew what the sirens meant, and as he raised his head his suspicions were confirmed. Sirius was standing up; he was going to go into Hogsmeade to fight along with Lupin, Kingsley, Hagrid and Snape.
"Severus, sit down, you know you can't.'' Dumbledore whispered, surveying the determined man before him, knowing that this time Snape wouldn't sit back and watch as his colleagues risked their lives.
"No Professor, I must go I have to help.'' Snape said resolutely, before turning away and heading briskly to the dungeons where he would properly equip himself.
Kingsley had already Flooed to the three broomsticks before the residents, who had barricaded themselves in, had blocked the fire. They need a safe route out of Hogsmeade it was dangerous for anyone to remain behind. Hagrid followed shortly after Kingsley, his crossbow tucked safely under one enormous arm, a quiver of arrows flung over his shoulder. Lupin was the third member of the order through the fireplace, casting a longing look at Tonks he disappeared in a swirl of green flames, his dagger glinting brightly. Sirius was to follow next, he smiled slowly at Destiny, then caught Harry's gaze for the briefest of moments and winked before he too vanished into flames. Last to leave was Snape, his long dark hair was swept away from his face gathered at the base of his neck in a ponytail, a belt of multicoloured potions wrapped tightly around his waist and his wand in hand. He stepped into the fire, emerald flames licking at his robes and nodded resignedly to Dumbledore before the last member departed to Hogsmeade.
The five, met up in the three broomsticks, it was already overcrowded with terrified people, ducking under tables trying to hide from Voldemort. It was futile. There was nowhere to hide, Snape knew this, he had experienced it first hand.
"I'll stay here and supervise the evacuation.'' Kingsley's booming voice brought Snape out of his reverie. "There will be several wards placed around here, I'll take them down as you are approaching. Remus you will go up to the school and evacuate the children and the three teachers, bring them straight back here. Do whatever is necessary to ensure their safety.'' Lupin nodded his eyes fixed and unblinking. "Hounding and Severus you will both need to evacuate the shops and houses, Hounding you go further down the road and Severus you make your way up. Tell everyone to gather at the Three Broomsticks.'' Sirius and Snape stared at each other, their feud briefly pushed aside in the face of danger and nodded curtly. Sirius pausing to ensure his mask was in place, the last thing they needed was for people to hear that Sirius Black was in Hogsmeade, so in his temporary disguise he followed Lupin and Snape out of the pub.
"That just leaves you Hagrid, I want you to see if the shops closest to here are empty, and to ferry everyone in this direction, they'll be scared and disorientated.'' Kingsley said quickly, watching as Hagrid left before starting to erect several wards around the pub. Wards that would by no means hold of Voldemorts Death Eaters but wards that would hopefully buy them a little time and protection at least.
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Life at the castle had by no means come to a complete stand still, the remaining Hogwarts staff had cleared away the house tables and sent the fifth years and younger up to the common rooms. McGonagall was transfiguring anything she could find into beds that would soon be full of injured people. A screen was constructed around these beds in a temporary Hospital Wing. Those students most adept at making potions were called together to help brew healing potions, blood replenishing potions and the many other things that would be necessary to help the villagers. Ron had been sent down to the kitchens to ask the House elves to prepare extra food for the evacuees when they arrived. Harry sat alone in a corner, knowing that if things didn't go their way he could lose the two men that meant most to him. Sirius and Remus, they had been there for him for over four years and he had come to rely on them both.
"Harry.'' A soft voice jarred him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Hermione's worried face looking down at him he smiled weakly. "They'll be fine. They always are.'' She said softly, seeing Ginny watching them both out of the corner of her eye.
"I know, but what if this times different, they can't be lucky forever.'' Harry said sadly. "I've lost him once, I can't do it again Hermione.'' Harry whispered sadly, fighting the tears back fiercely. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't cry again. It did nothing, it didn't bring the people he loved back, and it didn't change anything.
"Harry they'll be back.'' Hermione said confidently wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer to her. Harry smiled and started laughing quietly. "What on earth are you laughing at?'' Hermione asked genuinely confused, one minute he was on the verge of tears the next he was laughing.
"You said they'll be back.'' Harry explained.
"Yeah so?''
"Terminator.'' Harry stated as though it was extremely obvious. "I'll be back.''
"Oh God, I'd forgotten how obsessed you and Ron were with that film.'' Hermione said rolling her eyes and returning to her bubbling cauldron that was currently brewing a very strong healing potion.
Draco Malfoy stared down at the bubbling mixture in his cauldron, the viscous purple liquid would soon be capable of healing all bruises and cuts, but if he added just a pinch of Dittany powder it would make cuts bleed ten times worse, and bruises spread further. He had always been fascinated by the subtle and exact art of potion making, it interested him so much more than looking after magical plants or taking care of magical creatures, but he had been forced to drop it after his fifth year, his father knew that Snape was treacherous. Didn't want his son associated with such low life, but his passion hadn't been quashed, he had had private lessons over the summer. An old friend of his fathers had offered to instruct him, mostly in dark potions, but potions none the less.
If his father could only see him now, in a prime position to help poison most of Dumbledores friends and allies. He could hear his fathers voice in his head. "Do it Draco. Let them suffer.'' He pushed it aside, it was all right for him to say, he, now openly in league with Voldemort, did not have to hide his true nature or attitude, but Draco was still at school, if anyone outside Slytherin found out what he was contemplating Dumbledore would have him out before he could say Quidditch. No, Draco Malfoy didn't risk anything until it was perfectly clear what he would gain from it.
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Lupin cautiously made his way along the deserted street leading up to the primary school that taught the local kids. The silence was unnerving, he was almost there and yet he hadn't encountered a single Death Eater. The silence was pierced by the shriek of yet another victim of Voldemorts servants, Lupin bowed his head sadly, he hated all the fighting, why couldn't everything be easy? "Nothing is ever easy Moony.'' A soft voice echoed in his head. James, he had always there been to comfort him when the strain of his monthly transformation got too much. Those were always his comforting words. "Nothing is ever easy.'' And he supposed it was true, nothing ever came easy, but at least he always had people to help him through it all. That was all that mattered, no matter what you are going through, if you have people who care about you it'll be all right, whether it's easy or not.
Lupin felt the air around him blow cold, a black cloud over darkness swept around Hogsmeade and he felt his blood run cold. The dementors had arrived; he could hear their rattling breaths on the wind. Lupin shook his head as he quickened his pace towards the school, dreading finding the place already destroyed with a huge glittering skull hanging over it, suspended in the blackening sky.
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Hagrid had barely moved a few hundred feet from the Three Broomsticks and he was already overcome by a large mass of hysterical villagers running towards him. Memories from the first war flooded through his head, the screaming still ringing in his ears.
He saw that they were mostly women and children first, the men of Hogsmeade obviously sending them to safety first. Some were crying, others, mostly the older members of the crowd were past crying. They too had experienced the terror of Voldemort before, they knew crying for mercy was pointless. Voldemort didn't have a heart, how could he when he brought such destruction and evil to the world.
"Over ere'' Hagrid called out, motioning to the villagers to follow him. He knew most of these people. He drank with them regularly in the Three Broomsticks. They trusted him. "Come on, faster, just a bit further.'' He whipped his head around, still running for the cover of the three broomsticks, and saw five figures clad in black coming towards them. "Faster.'' He bellowed. They didn't need telling again.
Dodging the shower of light being rained down on them from the Death Eaters wands, the villagers made it past the wards of the Three Broomsticks, Hagrid close behind. Hearing the reassuring rush as the wards shot up behind them. Watching as the jets of red and green light ricocheted off them, back to their creators, sending them fleeing, diving for cover.
"Good work Hagrid.'' Kingsley said in his reassuring deep voice.
"Thanks.'' Hagrid panted, regaining his breath, ready to go out again. He was at less risk than the others, his giant blood repelled most spells but he couldn't do magic, which put him at a disadvantage. He patted his crossbow, checking to ensure it was still there.
He walked purposefully up the seemingly empty street determinedly; he still hadn't checked half of the houses. He could hear the sound of screaming from the far side of Hogsmeade, they needed help badly, how could five men possibly fight off fifty of Voldemorts best Death Eaters. But Hagrid knew that he was prepared to die trying. A flash of red light filled the air and he felt as though a Bludger had just pelted him full force in the back, he staggered forward but did not fall. He wheeled round, coming face to face with a short man. His robes were as black as night and his mask as white as snow. The wand in his hand was pointed directly at Hagrid, he seemed confused; perhaps that was why he hesitated. His stunner hadn't worked, the man before him hadn't fallen. But it would be this hesitation that cost him his life. With one quick movement Hagrid had his crossbow aimed directly at the mans heart and without a second thought, the arrow it held was fired into the mans chest. Hagrid watched as he fell to the floor. Dead. He had gotten used to killing Death Eaters back in the first war when he was younger it didn't affect him anymore. He had to kill he couldn't use magic to defend himself like the others. And even though his giant blood repelled most spells, he was just as easily affected by the killing curse as a normal man.
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The evacuation at the Three Broomsticks was going smoothly, every minute more people were pouring into the pub, shaking and scared. Madam Rosmerta had refused to be evacuated; she stayed behind, handing out Butterbeers to her terrified neighbours. The pub was full, with someone travelling through the fireplace every minute, Kingsley was setting up and taking down wards faster than Rosmerta could contemplate. The pub was filled with eerie flickering green light and although it was fuller than it had ever been it was deathly silent. Strangled sobs and whimpers occasionally disturbed the hushed silence.
Madam Rosmerta peered out of the window of her pub, she looked up and down the street and saw the man in the flesh coloured mask, the one Kingsley referred to as Hounding, running towards them, a frail old woman scooped up in his arms and a group of around five or six adults running close behind him. Two of the men following them had their wands drawn and were shooting spells off behind them, Rosmerta gasped as she saw two Dementors gliding along after them, their rattling breaths sucking in the air around them, glorying on despair and decay.
"Kingsley, Hounding's coming. The dementors are after him.'' Rosmerta shouted across to Kingsley.
Kingsley's head shot up and at once the wards around the pub were lowered as Sirius and the people he had rescued ran inside. The wards were back in place not a moment too soon as the dementors charged forward, slamming into the invisible shield around the pub. The three Broomsticks was slowly emptying, the flashes of the fire becoming more frequent, Madam Rosmerta ushering all of the villagers out, offering the Floo pot to them in turn.
Kingsley pulled Sirius to one side he was panting and breathless. The old lady he had carried was sent through the fire first. Kingsley could already see that Sirius's hair had returned to it's normal black, but that wasn't what bothered him now.
"Have you seen any of the others?'' Kingsley questioned sharply.
"Hagrid's on his way down now. I think he just raided Honeydukes.'' Sirius breathed heavily.
"Good. We'll need all the chocolate we can get with the dementors on the prowl. What about Severus?'' Kingsley demanded his tone was urgent and concerned. He had never lost a man on a mission before and he didn't intend to start now.
"Last I saw he was, searching the houses up the far side of the village.'' Sirius answered, his hands were shaking slightly. "I haven't seen Lupin.'' He stated, answering Kingsleys unanswered question.
"He must be having trouble.'' Kingsley stated. "If he's not back soon, go and look for him, but until then you need to get back out, we haven't evacuated half of Hogsmeade yet.''
Sirius nodded his head sadly; he wanted to find his friend. What if he were hurt? What if he was dying and needed help now? But Sirius knew that he had to help the people of Hogsmeade, after all Lupin could just be taking his time, doing it properly and safely. He did have children involved.
"You alright?'' Kingsley asked surveying Sirius doubtfully. "Those dementors were pretty close.''
"What those things.'' Sirius answered jokingly. "I put up with them for twelve years, I can manage them for twelve minutes.'' He said, injecting some false laughter into his voice, but the prominent haunted look in his eyes gave him away. He couldn't handle them. They had a worse affect on him than most people. He had been terrible places, seen terrible things. His best friends house burnt to rubble. His double-crossing friends escape. These haunted him every time he got near the dementors.
"Eat this.'' Kingsley said softly, the snap of the chocolate breaking Sirius free from his reverie. He took the chocolate gratefully and ate it quickly before leaving the now fairly empty pub to round up more people. He passed Hagrid on his way out, smiling as Hagrid grinned over the top of a mound of Honeydukes finest chocolate. All the customers and employees of Honeydukes, who were more than glad to be rescued, followed Hagrid closely.
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Lupin had finally reached the school after encountering two Death Eaters on the way, they now lay, knocked out and bleeding profusely on the side of the road. He could see the door to the school, no lights were on inside the dark building, no sound could be heard. Lupin swallowed the lump of doubt in his throat and told himself that he wasn't too late. He walked up the path to the door, the pretty colourful flowers looked out of place against the dark sky and the atmosphere of dread and despair.
His hand found its way to the brass handle on the door and he pushed against it, the door wouldn't budge. He rattled the handle up and down and pushed with all his weight against the oak door. It still didn't move, he could hear a child sobbing inside, he called out.
"Let me in. I'm a professor at Hogwarts, I've come to help you.'' Still no reply came from the inside, and the sobs had been muffled, Lupin wondered if he had imagined them. "Please, I only want to help, we're evacuated Hogsmeade, we need to leave now.'' Lupin called out, this time the urgency showing in his voice.
"How do we know your telling the truth?'' A female voice called out, she sounded strong and determined, but Lupin could still hear the slight tremor in her voice as she spoke.
"You just have to trust me.'' Lupin called back. "Please let me in before I am seen.'' He called out. There was silence. A silence that dragged on for what felt like hours, he could hear whispers from within the building.
"What's your name?'' The woman called out again, she was obviously on her guard.
"I'm Remus Lupin. Please open the door.'' Lupin begged he could feel the coldness surrounding him, and the rattling breaths drawing closer. It wouldn't be long before the dementors were upon them. The whispering resumed, this time louder as though two people were having a conflict about whether or not he was trustworthy. Lupin couldn't blame them; he knew he'd be just as cautious. But he was frustrated, the dementors were drawing closer, Death Eaters were on the lose. He was in serious danger. Finally he could hear the barricades being moved and the door opened, revealing a pretty young witch with short red hair. She looked him up and down wearily, not allowing him past until she was satisfied. But Lupin didn't have time for that, he pushed roughly past her, and slammed the door tightly behind him.
"What do you think your doing?'' The woman shouted, recovering from her stumble.
"Dementors.'' Lupin stated simply, and began barricading the door once again. "Well aren't you going to help…um…'' Lupin started realising that he didn't know the woman's name.
"Mary.'' She replied, as she eyed him suspiciously, but started helping all the same, anything to keep the children safe.
"Thank you for trusting me Mary.'' Lupin said, stopping and smiling up at her. Once they had both blocked the doorway off once again, Mary showed Lupin into the small classroom, where the thirty children had gathered along with two other teachers. Lupin nodded briefly to the two other male teachers and smiled briefly at the children who were curled up under tables, fearful of the stranger in their midst.
He crossed the room and peered cautiously out of the window, beckoning Mary to follow him, she was about to speak but he held his finger up to his lips, indicating that she should be quiet. He tilted his head towards the window and Mary peered out guardedly, her eyes widening in shock and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Five dementors were gliding up the path towards the door of the school. Lupin knew that they were powerless to open it; they had no strength and would give up if they couldn't gain access to move on to easier prey.
He felt a wave of darkness wash over him and reached into his robe pocket, there were three bars of Honeydukes chocolate. Good thing he had remembered them. He suspected that dementors would be joining the Death Eaters in the attack. The rattling breaths got louder, the darkness got stronger and all around them went cold. A few of the smaller children fainted, but all they could do was wait it out. Lupin looked across to Mary, she could have only been about twenty, a few years out of Hogwarts. Her eyes were widened in horror, but she rushed over to comfort the crying children, exchanging horrified looks with her two male colleagues. Lupin just looked out the window watching and waiting for the dementors to resign.
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Harry had been put in charge of the evacuees, making sure the injured were taking to the hospital area of the Great Hall, and the more seriously injured were taken to the other fireplace where they would be Flooed straight to St Mungo's. The rest of the people were taken to sit at the house tables at the sides of the Hall, and wait for their friends and family to arrive through the fireplace.
An elderly man came through the fireplace coughing and spluttering. Death Eaters had attacked his home. He lived alone and his only family also lived in Hogsmeade, he didn't know whether they had been rescued or not. Harry walked up to him and saw that he was bleeding from a wound in his forehead, but apart from that he seemed all right, just a bit shaken. He gently put his arm around the tiny wizards shoulders and steered him the temporary hospital section.
"Almost died you know?'' The old man said to Harry his voice was rasping and wheezy, but one thing surprised Harry, almost everyone else he had dealt with that day had gaped openly at his scar but this man wasn't bothered by it, either that or he couldn't see it clearly. "Death Eaters attacked me, in me own home.'' Harry looked down at the old man, not knowing what to say. "Lucky one of your lot turned up, saved me life he did.''
"Do you know who he was?'' Harry asked curiously wanting to hear news of his friends.
"Well I couldn't see his face, it was covered by a mask. I thought he was another Death Eater at first, come to finish me off. But he knocked the other Death Eater backwards so hard he almost went through me kitchen wall. He grabbed me and ran shooting curses back at the others who started to chase us.'' Harry smiled he knew that that was Sirius. Sirius was alive. Harry grinned down at the old man.
"That was Professor Hounding. He's a very brave man.'' Harry said proudly, steering the man past a group of young children sitting on the floor playing gobstones.
"Oh no, that wasn't 'is name. 'Is name's Sirius. Sirius Black. You should know that.'' The old man said smiling at Harry, blood running down the entire left side of his face.
"What?…How?'' Harry stuttered, was Sirius's secret out? Was he going to have to leave?
"Known that boy since he were a little lad, him and your father. Most troublesome pair I've ever known. Helped me out of spot of bother, not very different to the one he just got me out of now. I'd know those eyes anywhere. So full of mischief.'' Harry stared open mouthed at the old man before him, not knowing what to say or do, not realising they had reached the hospital wing. "Don't worry his secrets safe with me.'' The old man whispered as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to them. "You're just like your father Harry.'' The man called as he was whisked away from Harry, and surrounded by his children and grandchildren. Harry watched them with some interest seeing the little children rush to their grandfather and hug him, all his family obviously immensely relieved that he was safe.
Harry was amazed, that man knew that the masked man who rescued him was his godfather. He knew Harry's father too. He would have to seek this man out later, try to hear the stories he had to tell about his parents. Harry was so deep in thought that he wasn't looking where he was going as he made his way over to the fireplace. It wasn't until he collided with someone, sending both himself and the other person toppling to the ground that he broke away from his thoughts. He grunted as he pulled himself up off the ground and looked down at the person he had knocked down. His heart leapt into his throat and he mentally cursed himself. Lying splayed out on the floor in front of him was Ginny Weasley, her vivid red hair spread around her head like a fantastic fiery crown. He gulped and nervously offered his hand out to her to help her up. She took it warily and allowed herself to be pulled up. Harry's hand was burning, the sensations he was feeling after touching her after so long were electrifying, he wanted to hold her close to him and feel the bolts of electricity all over, he looked up at her and saw the shadows under her eyes and her dishevelled hair.
"Sorry.'' Harry said breathlessly, he hadn't been this close to her for over a month, and he was vaguely aware that he was still holding her hand. She stared back at him, deep into his emerald eyes but they were unreadable, Occlumency lessons meant he was able to shut of every emotion so that none was visible to anybody. No sign of weakness could be found. She felt judders of excitement thrill through her as his bare skin touched her own. Should she be able to still feel this if he didn't love her?
"It's alright.'' She muttered softly in reply.
"Are you all right?'' He asked and for a moment his protective shield dropped, Ginny had always been able to get past it. She was the only one. His eyes flashed with concern and something more. His words had hidden meaning and she knew he didn't just mean was she all right after the fall.
"I'll live.'' Ginny replied, wondering why Harry was still holding on to her. Not that she minded, contact with Harry after so long apart was amazing, but even as she stood there, old wounds that she had thought healed were opening up, tearing her apart. He let go of her hand and smiled at her sadly.
"I'll see you around then.'' Harry said sadly, pulling away before he gave into the fierce desire inside him, screaming at him to hold her and kiss her. It was painful to even be near her when he knew he couldn't have her.
"Yeah see you.'' Ginny echoed as she started to sadly walk away. Harry didn't want her back; he would've made an excuse to talk longer if he did. No he probably just felt sorry for her. She blinked away the tears from her eyes and returned to the children that she and Colin were looking after whilst their parents were being healed.
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Sirius ran harder and faster than he had ever run before the Three Broomsticks was in sight, the crowd of people before him saw it and their spirits were lifted they ran harder and faster than ever before. Sirius heard the whoosh of the multiple wards being dropped as the villagers reached safety. He had cleared almost every shop in Hogsmeade. He watched as the last of his group ran through the door of the pub, before he doubled his efforts to get there, but just as he was about to pass over the ward, it went up, trapping him outside, a group of Death Eaters had just turned the corner and Sirius knew that Kingsley had no choice but to put the wards up. He couldn't justify risking the lives of everyone inside the pub just to save one man. Sirius threw a few choice spells over his shoulder and listened with satisfaction as two of the five Death Eaters fell crumpled to the ground. He then created a large smoke screen blocking himself from view of the Death Eaters; by the time that cleared he would be well gone. He sprinted back up to where he had rescued the last group of people and hurtled down an alleyway, vaulting over several rubbish cans on the way. He knew the alleyways of Hogsmeade well; this particular alley way was where he used to bring Destiny when they needed a bit of privacy. It had a dead end, so Sirius threw himself behind a few cans and prayed that the Death Eaters would pass over this alley.
After a few minutes of silence, Sirius's breathing had returned to normal, and he was growing restless, the Death Eaters hadn't found him, they had obviously passed over this alleyway. He climbed out from his hiding place, and dusted himself down. His face was hot and sweaty but he couldn't take his mask off. His wand held tightly in his right hand he made his way noiselessly back out of the alley. The wind started to pick up and Sirius robes flapped wildly in the breeze, the sky around him darkened and the air froze. He instinctively knew their long rattling breath and they hopelessness they made him feel. The dementors were approaching. His eyes gaped as he saw five of the creatures standing at the mouth of the alleyway, his eyes darted around him looking for a way of escape as they drew closer. There was no way out, the wall were too high to climb. The foulest creatures on Earth blocked the only way out. He backed away from them until his back touched the cold brick wall, this was it, after all the times he'd cheated death, he was going to die right here, alone in an alleyway. He saw the dementors come closer, sensing the way to him with their hideous breath. They skeletal hands reached up and started to lower their hoods, Sirius fell forward, his wand, his only method of protection rolling out of his hand. Desperately he grabbed for it, trying fruitlessly to protect himself. The power of the dementors was too strong he was weak. All he could do was shut his eyes wait for his soul to be sucked from his body. But the horrific experience he'd been waiting for never arrived. He opened his eyes and saw a silver shape charge at the dementors knocking them back. He squinted against the blinding light, trying desperately to identify the familiar comforting shape of his protector that was now driving the dementors away. He looked up at the majestic silver stag that lingered in the cool air, his mouth dropped.
"Prongs.'' He whispered weakly, watching as the great stag bowed its head. Slowly fading away on the breeze. Sirius could've sworn that it had winked at him before he vanished. There was only one thing to do now, find Hagrid and steal some of his plentiful supply of chocolate. Then head out and rescue more people and fight more Death Eaters.
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The procession of people form the school slowly made their way down the hill and back to the three broomsticks, the winter chill whipped around their faces and the screams could still be heard carried on the wind. Lupin lead the way, checking regularly to make sure that there were no stranglers. He had given everyone a portion of chocolate and prayed it would be enough to give them the strength to get down to the Three Broomsticks. Both of the male members of staff were carrying two of the smaller children each whilst everyone else followed behind Lupin in a single line. His wolf senses were alert and he smelt fear in the air, but no Death Eaters were close.
They quickened their pace, it was going to take them at least ten minutes to safely reach the pub and that was if everything went smoothly. The houses they passed on the way were deserted. Lupin knew he had been gone for a long time and that most of Hogsmeade was now empty. Mary jogged up beside him, her wand drawn and her sharp blue eyes alert. He smiled at her as her quick eyes scanned the bushes at the side of the road for any hidden danger.
Lupins sharp ears caught the sound of a twig snapping he hurried the children and the two teachers forwards, the snap had come from behind. He gave instructions to the men to take all of the children to the three broomsticks. They would be welcomed there. He wheeled around, eyes searching for any sign of movement. The bush next to him moved and the dark leaves rustled, he aimed his wand at it and send a stunner into the core of the bush, sending three robins flying into the air. He shook his head and tried to calm his thumping heart. He was getting paranoid no one was following them. But it came again, another twig snapped, and Lupin heard the crunch of a footstep on the frost ground. He pushed Mary behind him and drew his wand once again. He stood for what felt like hours surveying the landscape, looking for any sign of something out of place. His quick eyes spotted it; a black piece of cloth was blowing in the wind caught on the sharp twig of a tree to his left. He sent a curse towards the tree and it burnt to the ground, revealing no one hiding behind it. His heart was hammering now, someone was out there, he knew it, he could smell them. But he couldn't see them.
"Where are you?'' He said to himself roughly, he saw a twitch of movement in the trees to his right, his wand arm reacted faster than his brain and before he knew it the trees had burnt to the ground, leaving behind only three piles of ash where they had once stood. And standing behind the ashes were three cloaked and masked Death Eaters. He looked around and was satisfied that there were no more; the Death Eaters were slowly approaching them. He could see the evil glint in their eyes. He raised his wand and shot one of them in the head with the most powerful stunner he knew of, knocking him out stone cold onto the frosty ground, his head cracked on a large rock and Lupin knew he was dead. But as Lupin raised his wand once more the remaining Death Eaters reacted one of them binding Lupin's arms tightly to his side his powerful vines, the other breaking both of Mary's legs with a single curse. She fell screaming in agony to the floor, her face contorted in a mask of pain. Lupin felt deep hatred boiling up inside of him, the wolf that lay dormant inside him, slowly awakening, he felt it close to the surface, tearing at his flesh begging to be let out. But he was trapped until the full moon. He could feel the rage of the beast swelling up inside him and he screamed loudly as he pushed hard against the vines binding him, he screamed and pushed until he broke free of them. His chest was heaving and the wand he gripped in his hand would take no prisoners, he had just witnessed a grown man maim a young girl. The anger inside him was intense. He summoned all his strength and threw it into the spell that he cast over the two Death Eaters, who looked on. Too astounded at his burst of superhuman strength to react. They fell silently to the floor, bound in ropes that kept tightening, cutting off their oxygen. Slowly suffocating them.
Lupin saw Mary lying on the ground, she was sobbing hysterically and he moved over to her and knelt beside her. She looked at him fearfully. She had never seen someone emit such a strong aura of power before.
"You can trust me Mary.'' Lupin said in his usual soft and gentle voice. He placed a numbing spell on her legs so that she couldn't feel the pain and gently picked her up and started running, desperate to catch up with the others. He soon had them inside, a few hundred feet from the Three Broomsticks. He reached them and the other teachers cast him a questioning glance. He ignored them and steered every last one of them to safety, thankful that they were finally safe. He placed Mary down on the floor beside the fireplace. The pub was empty when they had arrived which meant that Hogsmeade had been evacuated successfully. Hagrid was there already, recovering from the day's fights with a large tankard of mulled mead. Kingsley greeted him warmly, but the look in his eyes was one of immense relief.
Mary looked up at him and smiled. "I trust you Remus.'' She said before one of her colleagues picked her up and Flooed with her back to Hogwarts.
Sirius had double-checked every house in Hogsmeade and they were all empty, the streets were littered with the bodies of those he was too late to save and the Death Eaters that he had killed. He walked cautiously down the street hoping that by the time he reached the pub Lupin would've returned safely.
He turned the corner and saw the pub, he jogged along eager to see if his friend were back, the shields dropped allowing him access and he burst through the door.
"Is he back yet?'' Sirius shouted, scaring a few of the children who were waiting to Floo to Hogwarts.
"Is who back?'' Lupin called from the other side of the pub, he smiled at Sirius.
"You fool, we thought you were dead.'' Sirius said crossing the pub and embracing Lupin like a brother. "What took you so long?''
"Had a few problems, I'll tell you about them later.'' Lupin said grinning and patting Sirius on the back. "I think I could do with a drink.'' Lupin said getting up and walking behind the bar ready to help himself to some of Rosmertas finest mulled mead, when an agonising scream filled the room.
"Snape.'' Sirius said fearfully. "He's still out there.''
"Lets go.'' Lupin said instantly.
"Oh no you don't. You don't know how many death eaters there are.'' Kingsley said sternly.
"I don't care.'' Sirius barked. "We're not leaving him, he's saved a lot of lives today. You and Hagrid get back. Tell Dumbledore what's going on. We'll be back soon.'' Sirius said as he and Lupin walked out of the pub together leaving only Kingsley and Hagrid to Floo back.
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Snape's belt glinted in the wind, the glass vials that once held potions were now empty, he had saved a great many lives that day and he was thoroughly exhausted. The death eaters he had faced had been less than pleased to see him and had treated him to round after round of curses but he had fought them off, and killed them.
Now he was walking triumphantly back to the pub, a limp in his right leg becoming more pronounced with every step he took and the gash on his arm bleeding freely. His dark hair had pulled free of the band that restrained it; it clung damp and sweaty to his face. The wand that had thrown out o many cure was held loosely in his right hand. He had checked every house and everyone that hadn't been killed was safely in Hogwarts.
Out of nowhere a group of five death eaters appeared, they surrounded him and leered at him through their white masks, now stained with dirt and blood. The tallest one steeped forward, he had an air of arrogance surrounding him and he spoke in a drawling voice.
"Well well Severus fighting for the light side now are we?'' The man sneered, grunts of laughter issued from the two boulder shaped men at either side of him.
"Lucius.'' Snape said stiffly nodding his head curtly. Knowing that nothing good was going top come of this encounter, and sure enough right on cue Malfoy's wand was out. But Snape was quicker than this. "Expelliarmus.'' Snape shouted and watched as Malfoy's wand sailed towards him.
But another voice spoke before he caught the wand, sending both his own and Malfoy's wand into the out stretched hand of a woman. The long pointed nails were painted black and the fingers were long and bony.
"Bellatrix'' Snape said slowly. "Should've known.'' She tossed the wands to Malfoy and gave in a look that would freeze fire.
"Shut up.'' She snapped sharply. "Crucio.'' The words dripped from her mouth, bringing her a twisted pleasure, the sound of the traitors' screams filled her ears, and she loved to hear him scream. The fire spreading through every nerve was a familiar feeling to Snape but however familiar it was it never made it any less painful for him. The screams echoed throughout the empty streets of Hogsmeade. After fifteen minutes she lazily lifted the curse and watched him writhe on the floor, her lips twisted into a sneer.
"Get up Snape. Master wants to see you.'' Bellatrix snapped, watching Lucius drag Snape roughly to his feet letting him struggle to stand-alone. The words were empty to Snape, he used to fear the Dark Lord but now he hated him, long had he awaited death at his hands and now it was here he almost welcomed it. It would be and end to the lies, the war and everything else he hated in the world.
But he didn't want to give Lucius and the rest of them the satisfaction of knowing that he was dead, he struggled against Malfoys grasp, tried to fight free, he wasn't going to die like this. Not now he had done so much to fight the Dark Arts. But he was weak and he couldn't resist for long. Malfoy stunned him and apparated with him slung over his shoulder.
Sirius and Lupin ran to the top of the road where they had heard the screams coming from, the sight that meant them was not one they'd forget soon. Five Death Eaters standing in a large group, a lifeless Snape slung over one's shoulder and another female Death Eater laughing madly. Sirius growled throatily as he recognised his cousins' laugh. They inched closer silently but the Death Eaters had already apparated with a series of loud cracks.
"You know what this means right?'' Lupin asked warily.
"We have to go after them.'' Sirius replied nodding resignedly.
"I'll bet they've taken him to Riddle house. I'll give Voldemort one thing, he's a bit predictable.'' Lupin said as he apparated with soft pop. Leaving Sirius standing alone on the road.
"I swear when I find Snivellus I'm going to kill him.'' He said before he too apparated to Riddle House, to rescue their partner.
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(A.N Thank you to everybody who has reviewed, I tried to sort out the problem with run on sentences but I get so caught up in writing it I forget stuff like that. Please tell me if this is better. And to the many people who keep asking about Harry and Ginny, please stop nagging for me to get them back this story is all planned out and I won't get them back together now, no matter how many people ask. Sorry. I know they are a great couple but it's all part of my master plan, or should I say mistress plan. Please review this chapter; I worked very hard to get it posted sooner than usual. Hope you like it. Luv you all.)