Disclaimer: Nope...I still don't own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Nothing except a bit of violence and language for this chapter.
A/N: No I am not dead. *Sees the audiences faces* Though I have a feeling I will be soon. No, seriously, I am really sorry for not updating in forever! I actually started writing this chapter a few different times. I think this version of it was the best, but still rather boring. I had this chapter done a long time ago, but I never bothered getting it up. But it is here....and my next chapter, which will be up next weekend, I promise, will have review responses! I love you all!
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I'm not going to bother trying to find the right words, to how much that curse just hurt, because quite simply there aren't any. I sat, or well, laid there just trying to catch my breath. It felt like I just ran a 20 mile race or something.
When my brain was no longer a pile of mush I realized that Malfoy Senior was still sitting on me. God, please save me from this psychopath. I was pretty sure my eyes were widening while Lucius leaned his face so it was almost directly above mine.
It was this time I decided I was going to die. And if I was going to die, I wasn't going down without getting a couple of insults in myself. "Need...a breath...mint?"
He scowled at me. "Clearly, that bit of pain wasn't enough for you, was it Mr. Potter? Well, I can assure you, young Harry that it will not be the last dose, until I decide to do away with you."
He ended his small speech with a smirk. He was about to lean away from my face when my survival instincts decided to make themselves known. Yes, I do have those, even if they are a little slow. So, before he could fully get his head away from my head, I banged my head against his.
God damnit, I hope that hurt him more than it hurt me. It apparently did as his head snapped back, and he stood up in a fit of rage. This of course allowed me to get up. He, the stupid bastard, eventually realized what he had done and pointed his wand straight into my face. Damn!
"You are going to pay for that one," he said with a crazy grin. He was about to cast another curse on me, that bastard! It was then when I made my move. My foot swung up and WHAM! Right in the nuts.
I fought the urge to grin when he went down holding his crotch. I picked up my wand, that he had conveniently dropped, and I laughed. And then, like any other sane person would have done, I ran.
Of course, it didn't really look like running considering, when the bastard stood up after I bashed his head, he 'accidentally' stepped on my ankle. So, yes, basically, I was limping as fast as I damn could.
Of course, with my luck, Malfoy recovered almost right away. I heard his footsteps behind me. Shit, was my last though before Malfoy Senior tackled me to the ground.
We were once again in the same position. Malfoy, with both wands, sitting on top of me. I had never felt so pissed off, angry, scared, and god damnit helpless. I did the only thing I could do, I glared. "Bastard," I muttered.
His only reply was a cackle. He lifted his wand to curse me again, when...WHAM!!!
I gapped, lying there on the ground. My mother had just hit Lucius Malfoy over the head with a branch from a tree. I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. My mother however, didn't even acknowledge me yet. She did however hit Malfoy with the branch again for good measure.
Damn, I never knew my mom was that strong. I figured now was the time to actually get off of the ground. So I scooped up my wand Malfoy had dropped when he was knocked with such a force, and I stood up.
As soon as I was actually standing at my unacceptable height of 5'4", my mother had me in a bear hug. "Are you okay sweetie pie?"
I tried to pry away from her. "I would be fine if you would stop trying to suffocate me, Mom." I stated calmly.
She frowned, and stopped hugging me to take my face in her hands. Her warm hands were on my cheeks, and she was lifting up my face slightly. Her eyes locked with mine. "Harry, are you sure you aren't hurt in anyway?"
She was searching in my eyes, and that always made me feel uncomfortable. I also saw that she briefly scanned my face for bruises and cuts. Well, I was pretty sure I would have a bruise on my forehead tomorrow, but that was about it. And my ankle I suppose. "My ankles aches a bit, he stepped on it."
I watched my mom's eyes flash and she sat me down insisting I shouldn't be standing on it. "Mom, really, it's no big deal."
She, of course, ignored me and sat me down. She kneeled by my leg and took my left ankle into her hands. She took off my shoe, and my sock. Ick! That ankle, most definitely looks worse than it feels. It's already puffy and swelling, and it's an odd blue color.
She then began mumbling to herself. She tried to heal it. "Damn it!"
I blinked. I don't think, ever in my entire life, I have heard my mom curse. "What's the matter?"
My mom looked up at me her eyes softening. "I can't heal it. We can only heal injuries caused by something, or something related to magic. And, as you said, your ankle was stepped on. "Damn," I muttered.
Her eyes hardened. "Enough of that language Harry."
I rolled my eyes as her. She shook her head. "How am I going to get you home with James and...?" She muttered, when all of a sudden her eyes got wide, like she just realized something. "JAMES! SIRIUS! REMUS!"
I winced, while she screeched. "Aren't you going to call Snape, too?" I asked. She shook her head. "He stayed home to watch Blake."
I nodded. Within seconds, I was surrounded by not only Lily, but also by my dad, my godfather, and my uncle (A/N: He calls Remus uncle.)
Usually I would have found their faces funny, but because this situation was so serious...ah, hell, I still found their faces funny. So, my immediate reaction was to laugh, and, that didn't go over so well with anyone, especially, it seemed, my dad. "And what do you find so funny? Harry this is serious!"
I rolled my eyes; honestly, we had Malfoy Senior..... "Mom, where did Malfoy go?" I asked, realizing that we did in fact NOT have Lucius. I hit my head at our stupidity and winced. Damn, a bruise was already forming!
My mom looked where Lucius used to be. "Don't worried about it honey, come on you guys, I need to get Harry to the house, don't just stand around!" Sirius and my dad, being the biggest ones here immediately lifted me up, not wanting to deal with a grouchy Lily. They had my arms around their shoulders so I could sort of limp home.
We got their without me stumbling once, I can proudly say! Oh, okay so maybe I stumbled about 10 times, but honestly, how else was I suppose to get around!
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Just because I'm so sorry about not updating...I'll give you a little teaser:
"Harry," James said in a clam sounding voice, which sounded acceptably angry to Harry. "What the hell are theses?" he asked pulling out my cigarettes. Shit
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A/N: I know, only three pages, but hey, the next will be at least five, I swear!
Warnings: Nothing except a bit of violence and language for this chapter.
A/N: No I am not dead. *Sees the audiences faces* Though I have a feeling I will be soon. No, seriously, I am really sorry for not updating in forever! I actually started writing this chapter a few different times. I think this version of it was the best, but still rather boring. I had this chapter done a long time ago, but I never bothered getting it up. But it is here....and my next chapter, which will be up next weekend, I promise, will have review responses! I love you all!
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I'm not going to bother trying to find the right words, to how much that curse just hurt, because quite simply there aren't any. I sat, or well, laid there just trying to catch my breath. It felt like I just ran a 20 mile race or something.
When my brain was no longer a pile of mush I realized that Malfoy Senior was still sitting on me. God, please save me from this psychopath. I was pretty sure my eyes were widening while Lucius leaned his face so it was almost directly above mine.
It was this time I decided I was going to die. And if I was going to die, I wasn't going down without getting a couple of insults in myself. "Need...a breath...mint?"
He scowled at me. "Clearly, that bit of pain wasn't enough for you, was it Mr. Potter? Well, I can assure you, young Harry that it will not be the last dose, until I decide to do away with you."
He ended his small speech with a smirk. He was about to lean away from my face when my survival instincts decided to make themselves known. Yes, I do have those, even if they are a little slow. So, before he could fully get his head away from my head, I banged my head against his.
God damnit, I hope that hurt him more than it hurt me. It apparently did as his head snapped back, and he stood up in a fit of rage. This of course allowed me to get up. He, the stupid bastard, eventually realized what he had done and pointed his wand straight into my face. Damn!
"You are going to pay for that one," he said with a crazy grin. He was about to cast another curse on me, that bastard! It was then when I made my move. My foot swung up and WHAM! Right in the nuts.
I fought the urge to grin when he went down holding his crotch. I picked up my wand, that he had conveniently dropped, and I laughed. And then, like any other sane person would have done, I ran.
Of course, it didn't really look like running considering, when the bastard stood up after I bashed his head, he 'accidentally' stepped on my ankle. So, yes, basically, I was limping as fast as I damn could.
Of course, with my luck, Malfoy recovered almost right away. I heard his footsteps behind me. Shit, was my last though before Malfoy Senior tackled me to the ground.
We were once again in the same position. Malfoy, with both wands, sitting on top of me. I had never felt so pissed off, angry, scared, and god damnit helpless. I did the only thing I could do, I glared. "Bastard," I muttered.
His only reply was a cackle. He lifted his wand to curse me again, when...WHAM!!!
I gapped, lying there on the ground. My mother had just hit Lucius Malfoy over the head with a branch from a tree. I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. My mother however, didn't even acknowledge me yet. She did however hit Malfoy with the branch again for good measure.
Damn, I never knew my mom was that strong. I figured now was the time to actually get off of the ground. So I scooped up my wand Malfoy had dropped when he was knocked with such a force, and I stood up.
As soon as I was actually standing at my unacceptable height of 5'4", my mother had me in a bear hug. "Are you okay sweetie pie?"
I tried to pry away from her. "I would be fine if you would stop trying to suffocate me, Mom." I stated calmly.
She frowned, and stopped hugging me to take my face in her hands. Her warm hands were on my cheeks, and she was lifting up my face slightly. Her eyes locked with mine. "Harry, are you sure you aren't hurt in anyway?"
She was searching in my eyes, and that always made me feel uncomfortable. I also saw that she briefly scanned my face for bruises and cuts. Well, I was pretty sure I would have a bruise on my forehead tomorrow, but that was about it. And my ankle I suppose. "My ankles aches a bit, he stepped on it."
I watched my mom's eyes flash and she sat me down insisting I shouldn't be standing on it. "Mom, really, it's no big deal."
She, of course, ignored me and sat me down. She kneeled by my leg and took my left ankle into her hands. She took off my shoe, and my sock. Ick! That ankle, most definitely looks worse than it feels. It's already puffy and swelling, and it's an odd blue color.
She then began mumbling to herself. She tried to heal it. "Damn it!"
I blinked. I don't think, ever in my entire life, I have heard my mom curse. "What's the matter?"
My mom looked up at me her eyes softening. "I can't heal it. We can only heal injuries caused by something, or something related to magic. And, as you said, your ankle was stepped on. "Damn," I muttered.
Her eyes hardened. "Enough of that language Harry."
I rolled my eyes as her. She shook her head. "How am I going to get you home with James and...?" She muttered, when all of a sudden her eyes got wide, like she just realized something. "JAMES! SIRIUS! REMUS!"
I winced, while she screeched. "Aren't you going to call Snape, too?" I asked. She shook her head. "He stayed home to watch Blake."
I nodded. Within seconds, I was surrounded by not only Lily, but also by my dad, my godfather, and my uncle (A/N: He calls Remus uncle.)
Usually I would have found their faces funny, but because this situation was so serious...ah, hell, I still found their faces funny. So, my immediate reaction was to laugh, and, that didn't go over so well with anyone, especially, it seemed, my dad. "And what do you find so funny? Harry this is serious!"
I rolled my eyes; honestly, we had Malfoy Senior..... "Mom, where did Malfoy go?" I asked, realizing that we did in fact NOT have Lucius. I hit my head at our stupidity and winced. Damn, a bruise was already forming!
My mom looked where Lucius used to be. "Don't worried about it honey, come on you guys, I need to get Harry to the house, don't just stand around!" Sirius and my dad, being the biggest ones here immediately lifted me up, not wanting to deal with a grouchy Lily. They had my arms around their shoulders so I could sort of limp home.
We got their without me stumbling once, I can proudly say! Oh, okay so maybe I stumbled about 10 times, but honestly, how else was I suppose to get around!
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Just because I'm so sorry about not updating...I'll give you a little teaser:
"Harry," James said in a clam sounding voice, which sounded acceptably angry to Harry. "What the hell are theses?" he asked pulling out my cigarettes. Shit
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A/N: I know, only three pages, but hey, the next will be at least five, I swear!