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A/N: Thanks to the reviewers. Anyway, we're going to have a little. . . duel. . . in this chappie. Heh. I want some excitement without all the. . . drama. . . well with a little drama, but then, I'm a Drama Queen, so I can't live without the drama. Heh. So, on with the show. . .
Double Trouble
Chapter Seventeen
"I don't trust them!" Sirius slammed his fist against the kitchen table, earning a glare from Molly. "Look, for all we know, he could be leading his father and the Deatheaters here! We have Harry to consider!"
"Black, do try to contain yourself." Severus chided, snidely. His rich voice dripped with sarcasm, then he sobered. "I will vouch for him, Headmaster. He would not bring his sister if it weren't important. He'd never put the girl in danger."
"Like your word means squat!" Sirius exclaimed angrily.
"Oh, and you're Mister Honesty?" Severus sneered, "Please, Black. At least I never tried to use my friend to *kill * someone!"
Remus scooted down in his seat, a scowl settling across his normally gentle face.
"No, instead you go running to the Dark-"
"BOYS!" Molly's steel edged voice sliced through the argument. "Stop it now! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you two! You are *supposed * to be adults. Act like it." The two glared at each other, but quieted. Tonks suppressed a giggle. "Now, I, for one, do not personally like the boy, or his friends, but we can't send them away, not while there is a slim possibility that his story is true. He and his friends can stay with us, we've seven grown Wizards here, and they'd be safe."
Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Yes, I see. . . well. . . that is a satisfactory arrangement, but Molly? Are you sure you have enough room for this many people? You have Hermione, her cousins, Harry, Remus, Sirius, now these five, plus your own family. That's twenty people, Molly."
Molly sighed, "We have plenty of room, and I'm not going to push those children out onto the street, not while I have a perfectly good place here. We'll just have to shift a little, that's all."
Sirius scowled, "I still don't like it."
***
"We can stay?" Draco looked at them incredulously. "Here?"
"Yes, you can." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes still containing their infuriating twinkle.
"But, well, there's so many people. . ." He looked about him dubiously. *And this is a hovel. * Then he looked at his friends. He sighed, "Well, thanks."
One could have heard a pin drop. Hermione grinned impishly. "Told you so. . ." She poked Ron none to gently. "Told you he apologized to me. You owe me two galleons."
Ron groaned, then glared at Draco, "Great time to go and develop manners, Malfoy." He looked at Hermione, "Uh, I'm going to have to. . . er . . . can this wait a while, I have to get the money."
Hermione nodded, "Sure."
"Well, now that this is decided, Severus, we should be getting back to Hogwarts. Remus, Sirius, can I talk to you two, outside?" Dumbledore gestured for them to follow him. They entered a few minutes later, grinning madly.
Molly looked at them oddly. "What's wrong?"
"We're going to be Professors." Remus explained. "I'm going back to DADA." A small cheer rose from the school age children, even Draco's gang.
"And I'm going to be the new History of Magic Professor." Sirius smiled. "Apparently old Binns decided to pass on. . . so to speak." A smaller cheer erupted, mainly everyone was wondering how he could, considering the charges on him hadn't been dropped. Noticing everyone's looks, he smiled. "It's okay, my new name is. . . erm. . . Sirius Klab. Yah, Sirius Klab."
Hermione suddenly giggled, "Great, wonderful, double-O seven there is going to be teaching."
Harry and Molly laughed, but the others didn't get it.
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley? Where's my cousins?" Hermione suddenly realized they were absent.
"They're still at Diagon Alley, I suppose. They should be arriving soon-" An explosion rocked the house. Molly glared at the twins.
"Mum, we're here, that wasn't us." Fred mumbled.
As one, the group ran to the front door.
"Oh Gods." Hermione whispered. Cloaked and masked Deatheaters were advancing on the Burrow. She felt the familiar pull of her power flowing through her veins.
Draco looked as if he was going to be physically ill. "He's found me. . ." He turned to Pansy, "Get Melody, and go! I don't care where, just go!" He drew his wand, and was about to rush out the door, when the house rocked again, but this time, it wasn't the Deatheaters. Draco's jaw dropped as he stared at Hermione. A white aura surrounded her like a second skin, and her hair stood out from her head. She looked at Draco warningly, then stepped outside.
***
Lucius looked at the Burrow, a sneer marring his pale face. "How can someone actually live in this?" He wondered aloud. Deatheaters advanced on the lopsided house in front of them. It was just too easy, he waited until Dumbledore and Severus had disapparated, *I always knew he was a traitor. *, and had his men begin their advance. If he couldn't get her to come to him, he'd go to her. And get that brat of his.
***
Hermione walked calmly outside, ignoring the yells from Ron, Harry, and George. She had to go. It was calling her, the fight. She *needed * this. She didn't realize how much she missed the cold fire that ripped through her. She wasn't even calling on her Goddess Gift yet, just allowing the regular Storm Mage power flow through her. The nearest Deatheaters stopped, looking at her in what she assumed was amazement. She didn't know for sure, the masks kept her from seeing their faces.
One leveled his wand at her. She simply smiled, as the curse bounced off her ineffectively. This was too easy.
***
Lucius scowled, noticing that the girl had exited the house. A white aura surrounded her. He grinned suddenly. He knew dabbling in the Dark Arts would someday come in handy. He might not be a God Incarnate, but he was her Polar Opposite. White magic and Black. A dark aura sprang about him. She drew her magic from the earth's core. He was drawing his from the Void that surrounded the core. He stalked forward, a shudder ripping through the earth. With a raised hand, he called off his guard. The girl was his.
***
"Gods! She doesn't know what she's dealing with!" Draco wailed, his heart racing. Ron looked at him, his face white.
"What do you mean?"
Draco hung his head, "I wasn't able to tell her, but my father is a Dark Mage. He's the complete opposite of what she is. He is her match and more."
A crash from the living room grabbed their attention. Deatheaters swarmed through the broken window.
"Now or Never!" Harry called, and began shooting curses from his wand, praying Charlie and Bill would miraculously show up. They were more than outnumbered.
***
Hermione felt a strange pull in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes snapped up, and she caught sight of Lucius, stalking towards her, a haze of darkness covering him like a cloak. She drew in a breath. Why hadn't Draco told her?
Lucius threw aside his mask, cane, and wand. "Hello, Granger, fancy meeting you here. You were supposed to be safe and sound with my Lord hours ago, but then again, Draco was never really punctual."
Hermione stared at where his wand lay.
"Oh, that. Well, it's not like I'll need it, is it?"
Hermione steeled herself, then threw hers aside. Two could play at that game.
"Shall we begin?" Lucius smirked. "Alona Calus." He gestured lazily.
Hermione flew backward, slamming into the house, sliding down the side. *Oh great going, Granger, just go and get yourself in this mess. If I die, then Harry can have my radio. * *You're not going to Die! * the niggling little voice in the back of her head replied. *Just repeat after me. . . Ignora Flemata. *
Hermione stood, brushing herself off, affecting the casualness that Lucius displayed. "Ignora Flemata." She gestured in his direction. His cape caught fire, causing him to dance around, trying to rid himself of it.
"You'll pay for that girlie!" Lucius expostulated, "That was silk! Sempre Tono." Hermione clapped her hands to her ears, a piercing wail reverberating in her skull. *Oh Gods! This is going to drive me mad! *
"Finite!" The words shot from her mouth, "Frezon Caria!" Lucius suddenly stiffened, his hands tightening into fists, then turning blue.
"Stupid Bitch! Finite!" His hands turned back to their pasty white. "Trollum Grasni."
Hermione flew forward, into his outstretched arms. She wriggled, trying to free herself.
"If I wasn't on strict orders, girlie, I'd be having a little fun." He whispered in her ear, causing her to wriggle harder. "C'mon, fight me. I like it when they fight."
"Draconis Trima!" She whispered. She didn't know where the words had come from, but just saying them gave her a sense of peace.
Lucius screamed, ripped away from her suddenly. A roar stopped all activity, in and out of the house. Many Deatheaters took off then, but some of them were mesmerized by the sight before them.
Lucius Malfoy was in the talons of one of the largest Dragons to grace the face of the earth. She was not of any breed recognizable, but there she was, carrying Lucius away. Hermione collapsed, her knees to weak to support her.
"What was that?" She whispered, before the world went dark.
*___________________________________________________________________ *
A/N: Hey, I stopped it there. Heh. Yay, chappie seventeen. Oh dear, I'm only in the third week of August, and here it is, chappie seventeen. Do not despair, my wonderful readers. All will be explained in the next chapter. What was the Dragon? Hmmm. . . the world may never know. Mwahahahahahahahahahah. No, really, I will explain. I'm just tired at the moment. Don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
A/N: Thanks to the reviewers. Anyway, we're going to have a little. . . duel. . . in this chappie. Heh. I want some excitement without all the. . . drama. . . well with a little drama, but then, I'm a Drama Queen, so I can't live without the drama. Heh. So, on with the show. . .
Double Trouble
Chapter Seventeen
"I don't trust them!" Sirius slammed his fist against the kitchen table, earning a glare from Molly. "Look, for all we know, he could be leading his father and the Deatheaters here! We have Harry to consider!"
"Black, do try to contain yourself." Severus chided, snidely. His rich voice dripped with sarcasm, then he sobered. "I will vouch for him, Headmaster. He would not bring his sister if it weren't important. He'd never put the girl in danger."
"Like your word means squat!" Sirius exclaimed angrily.
"Oh, and you're Mister Honesty?" Severus sneered, "Please, Black. At least I never tried to use my friend to *kill * someone!"
Remus scooted down in his seat, a scowl settling across his normally gentle face.
"No, instead you go running to the Dark-"
"BOYS!" Molly's steel edged voice sliced through the argument. "Stop it now! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you two! You are *supposed * to be adults. Act like it." The two glared at each other, but quieted. Tonks suppressed a giggle. "Now, I, for one, do not personally like the boy, or his friends, but we can't send them away, not while there is a slim possibility that his story is true. He and his friends can stay with us, we've seven grown Wizards here, and they'd be safe."
Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Yes, I see. . . well. . . that is a satisfactory arrangement, but Molly? Are you sure you have enough room for this many people? You have Hermione, her cousins, Harry, Remus, Sirius, now these five, plus your own family. That's twenty people, Molly."
Molly sighed, "We have plenty of room, and I'm not going to push those children out onto the street, not while I have a perfectly good place here. We'll just have to shift a little, that's all."
Sirius scowled, "I still don't like it."
***
"We can stay?" Draco looked at them incredulously. "Here?"
"Yes, you can." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes still containing their infuriating twinkle.
"But, well, there's so many people. . ." He looked about him dubiously. *And this is a hovel. * Then he looked at his friends. He sighed, "Well, thanks."
One could have heard a pin drop. Hermione grinned impishly. "Told you so. . ." She poked Ron none to gently. "Told you he apologized to me. You owe me two galleons."
Ron groaned, then glared at Draco, "Great time to go and develop manners, Malfoy." He looked at Hermione, "Uh, I'm going to have to. . . er . . . can this wait a while, I have to get the money."
Hermione nodded, "Sure."
"Well, now that this is decided, Severus, we should be getting back to Hogwarts. Remus, Sirius, can I talk to you two, outside?" Dumbledore gestured for them to follow him. They entered a few minutes later, grinning madly.
Molly looked at them oddly. "What's wrong?"
"We're going to be Professors." Remus explained. "I'm going back to DADA." A small cheer rose from the school age children, even Draco's gang.
"And I'm going to be the new History of Magic Professor." Sirius smiled. "Apparently old Binns decided to pass on. . . so to speak." A smaller cheer erupted, mainly everyone was wondering how he could, considering the charges on him hadn't been dropped. Noticing everyone's looks, he smiled. "It's okay, my new name is. . . erm. . . Sirius Klab. Yah, Sirius Klab."
Hermione suddenly giggled, "Great, wonderful, double-O seven there is going to be teaching."
Harry and Molly laughed, but the others didn't get it.
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley? Where's my cousins?" Hermione suddenly realized they were absent.
"They're still at Diagon Alley, I suppose. They should be arriving soon-" An explosion rocked the house. Molly glared at the twins.
"Mum, we're here, that wasn't us." Fred mumbled.
As one, the group ran to the front door.
"Oh Gods." Hermione whispered. Cloaked and masked Deatheaters were advancing on the Burrow. She felt the familiar pull of her power flowing through her veins.
Draco looked as if he was going to be physically ill. "He's found me. . ." He turned to Pansy, "Get Melody, and go! I don't care where, just go!" He drew his wand, and was about to rush out the door, when the house rocked again, but this time, it wasn't the Deatheaters. Draco's jaw dropped as he stared at Hermione. A white aura surrounded her like a second skin, and her hair stood out from her head. She looked at Draco warningly, then stepped outside.
***
Lucius looked at the Burrow, a sneer marring his pale face. "How can someone actually live in this?" He wondered aloud. Deatheaters advanced on the lopsided house in front of them. It was just too easy, he waited until Dumbledore and Severus had disapparated, *I always knew he was a traitor. *, and had his men begin their advance. If he couldn't get her to come to him, he'd go to her. And get that brat of his.
***
Hermione walked calmly outside, ignoring the yells from Ron, Harry, and George. She had to go. It was calling her, the fight. She *needed * this. She didn't realize how much she missed the cold fire that ripped through her. She wasn't even calling on her Goddess Gift yet, just allowing the regular Storm Mage power flow through her. The nearest Deatheaters stopped, looking at her in what she assumed was amazement. She didn't know for sure, the masks kept her from seeing their faces.
One leveled his wand at her. She simply smiled, as the curse bounced off her ineffectively. This was too easy.
***
Lucius scowled, noticing that the girl had exited the house. A white aura surrounded her. He grinned suddenly. He knew dabbling in the Dark Arts would someday come in handy. He might not be a God Incarnate, but he was her Polar Opposite. White magic and Black. A dark aura sprang about him. She drew her magic from the earth's core. He was drawing his from the Void that surrounded the core. He stalked forward, a shudder ripping through the earth. With a raised hand, he called off his guard. The girl was his.
***
"Gods! She doesn't know what she's dealing with!" Draco wailed, his heart racing. Ron looked at him, his face white.
"What do you mean?"
Draco hung his head, "I wasn't able to tell her, but my father is a Dark Mage. He's the complete opposite of what she is. He is her match and more."
A crash from the living room grabbed their attention. Deatheaters swarmed through the broken window.
"Now or Never!" Harry called, and began shooting curses from his wand, praying Charlie and Bill would miraculously show up. They were more than outnumbered.
***
Hermione felt a strange pull in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes snapped up, and she caught sight of Lucius, stalking towards her, a haze of darkness covering him like a cloak. She drew in a breath. Why hadn't Draco told her?
Lucius threw aside his mask, cane, and wand. "Hello, Granger, fancy meeting you here. You were supposed to be safe and sound with my Lord hours ago, but then again, Draco was never really punctual."
Hermione stared at where his wand lay.
"Oh, that. Well, it's not like I'll need it, is it?"
Hermione steeled herself, then threw hers aside. Two could play at that game.
"Shall we begin?" Lucius smirked. "Alona Calus." He gestured lazily.
Hermione flew backward, slamming into the house, sliding down the side. *Oh great going, Granger, just go and get yourself in this mess. If I die, then Harry can have my radio. * *You're not going to Die! * the niggling little voice in the back of her head replied. *Just repeat after me. . . Ignora Flemata. *
Hermione stood, brushing herself off, affecting the casualness that Lucius displayed. "Ignora Flemata." She gestured in his direction. His cape caught fire, causing him to dance around, trying to rid himself of it.
"You'll pay for that girlie!" Lucius expostulated, "That was silk! Sempre Tono." Hermione clapped her hands to her ears, a piercing wail reverberating in her skull. *Oh Gods! This is going to drive me mad! *
"Finite!" The words shot from her mouth, "Frezon Caria!" Lucius suddenly stiffened, his hands tightening into fists, then turning blue.
"Stupid Bitch! Finite!" His hands turned back to their pasty white. "Trollum Grasni."
Hermione flew forward, into his outstretched arms. She wriggled, trying to free herself.
"If I wasn't on strict orders, girlie, I'd be having a little fun." He whispered in her ear, causing her to wriggle harder. "C'mon, fight me. I like it when they fight."
"Draconis Trima!" She whispered. She didn't know where the words had come from, but just saying them gave her a sense of peace.
Lucius screamed, ripped away from her suddenly. A roar stopped all activity, in and out of the house. Many Deatheaters took off then, but some of them were mesmerized by the sight before them.
Lucius Malfoy was in the talons of one of the largest Dragons to grace the face of the earth. She was not of any breed recognizable, but there she was, carrying Lucius away. Hermione collapsed, her knees to weak to support her.
"What was that?" She whispered, before the world went dark.
*___________________________________________________________________ *
A/N: Hey, I stopped it there. Heh. Yay, chappie seventeen. Oh dear, I'm only in the third week of August, and here it is, chappie seventeen. Do not despair, my wonderful readers. All will be explained in the next chapter. What was the Dragon? Hmmm. . . the world may never know. Mwahahahahahahahahahah. No, really, I will explain. I'm just tired at the moment. Don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
