He saved us Harry
How had he and Hermione gotten between a brick wall and three snarling death eaters in the first place? Harry was still trying to work this out. He and Hermione had been relieving their cabin fever symptoms; there had been a few bangs as three people apparated into the vicinity, and here they were with their lives on the line.
"Is little Potty missing my dear cousin still. Well you must say hello to him for me when you join him." Belatrix cooed belittlingly as she, Rabastan, and Rodolphus closed in.
Harry and Hermione were now backing slowly but surely into the brick wall behind them, when suddenly Harry bumped hard into Hermione. Why had she stopped? Harry wondered; well she had finally run out of room to back up into of course.
"But of course we only have orders to capture you now, and bring you to the Dark Lord. But how long do you think it'll take him to finish the job?" came the ruff rasping that was Rodolphus's voice. "And this pretty little trinket," he continued eyeing Hermione. "Should provide some sport."
Harry felt the violent shutter that ran threw Hermione at the thought. Drawing his wand he pointed it at the closest of the three death eaters, their bodies so close now he felt rather then saw Hermione do the same. Practically back to back they squared up to their adversaries.
"Oh the little chicks are ready to spread their wings and fly." Came another sarcastic comment from the ever sarcastic Belatrix, fallowed by a sprinkling of deep laughter from Rodolphus and Rabastan.
"Crucio!" came her voice once more, it had lost its sarcasm and was now harsh and cruel.
Hermione began to scream, and lost in shock as she fell back against him, Harry was unable to act. But that was only for a split second, the next he had pushed Hermione gently aside and was lunging at Belatrix, his blood boiling over with rage and his wand fully extended his mind racing for a spell.
"Expelliarmus!" Came Rabastan's crack of a voice, Harry's wand which he had only just been holding on to left his fingers.
Closing his fingers though he slammed his fist, without much real force behind it, into the side of Belatrix's face; apparently her attention was concentrated on Hermione. Before he could land another hit, and another, and another, till she stopped hurting Hermione, hands grabbed the back of his robes restraining him and pulling him back. In the firm grasp of Rodolphus and Rabastan Harry went into some kind of rage that left him almost delirious. He had to rescue Hermione, he could hear her screams, and he had to stop Belatrix! His mind could simply not register anything else. But for all his kicking, screaming, biting, and flailing he got no were. Finally getting a wand out a voice muttered a spell and Harry's sharp breaths breathed in a sharp perfume, his senses began to dim, and his limbs to relax. Then there was nothing. ' A water fall of what Harry could only assume was water cascaded over his body as he came to, very cold water. "Hermione!" he screamed remembering everything even before he had opened his eyes.
"I'm right here Harry." Hermione's voice came softly from right above him.
At these words Harry was jerked away, and jumped into a sitting position. The lack of glasses and some after effects of the spell no doubt rendered Harry's vision blurry. "Are.... are we in Heaven?" he blundered, Hermione wouldn't be so calm if they were in Voldemort's lair, he had not recognizing the familiar surroundings of his Grimmauld bedroom around him.
"No Harry we're in your bedroom." Hermione replied, as Harry felt her push the cool medal of his glasses into his sweaty hand.
"Who's he?!" Harry exclaimed after he had pushed his glasses into place. As his eyes had focused another figure had appeared. Red, black, and yellow hair pulled up in stiff spikes, the person who looked about his own age surveyed him with interested red eyes.
"I'm Yami." The newly labeled Yami replied formally, looking down at Harry's position on the bed from his position just behind Hermione.
"He saved us Harry." Hermione added in an undertone.
How had he and Hermione gotten between a brick wall and three snarling death eaters in the first place? Harry was still trying to work this out. He and Hermione had been relieving their cabin fever symptoms; there had been a few bangs as three people apparated into the vicinity, and here they were with their lives on the line.
"Is little Potty missing my dear cousin still. Well you must say hello to him for me when you join him." Belatrix cooed belittlingly as she, Rabastan, and Rodolphus closed in.
Harry and Hermione were now backing slowly but surely into the brick wall behind them, when suddenly Harry bumped hard into Hermione. Why had she stopped? Harry wondered; well she had finally run out of room to back up into of course.
"But of course we only have orders to capture you now, and bring you to the Dark Lord. But how long do you think it'll take him to finish the job?" came the ruff rasping that was Rodolphus's voice. "And this pretty little trinket," he continued eyeing Hermione. "Should provide some sport."
Harry felt the violent shutter that ran threw Hermione at the thought. Drawing his wand he pointed it at the closest of the three death eaters, their bodies so close now he felt rather then saw Hermione do the same. Practically back to back they squared up to their adversaries.
"Oh the little chicks are ready to spread their wings and fly." Came another sarcastic comment from the ever sarcastic Belatrix, fallowed by a sprinkling of deep laughter from Rodolphus and Rabastan.
"Crucio!" came her voice once more, it had lost its sarcasm and was now harsh and cruel.
Hermione began to scream, and lost in shock as she fell back against him, Harry was unable to act. But that was only for a split second, the next he had pushed Hermione gently aside and was lunging at Belatrix, his blood boiling over with rage and his wand fully extended his mind racing for a spell.
"Expelliarmus!" Came Rabastan's crack of a voice, Harry's wand which he had only just been holding on to left his fingers.
Closing his fingers though he slammed his fist, without much real force behind it, into the side of Belatrix's face; apparently her attention was concentrated on Hermione. Before he could land another hit, and another, and another, till she stopped hurting Hermione, hands grabbed the back of his robes restraining him and pulling him back. In the firm grasp of Rodolphus and Rabastan Harry went into some kind of rage that left him almost delirious. He had to rescue Hermione, he could hear her screams, and he had to stop Belatrix! His mind could simply not register anything else. But for all his kicking, screaming, biting, and flailing he got no were. Finally getting a wand out a voice muttered a spell and Harry's sharp breaths breathed in a sharp perfume, his senses began to dim, and his limbs to relax. Then there was nothing. ' A water fall of what Harry could only assume was water cascaded over his body as he came to, very cold water. "Hermione!" he screamed remembering everything even before he had opened his eyes.
"I'm right here Harry." Hermione's voice came softly from right above him.
At these words Harry was jerked away, and jumped into a sitting position. The lack of glasses and some after effects of the spell no doubt rendered Harry's vision blurry. "Are.... are we in Heaven?" he blundered, Hermione wouldn't be so calm if they were in Voldemort's lair, he had not recognizing the familiar surroundings of his Grimmauld bedroom around him.
"No Harry we're in your bedroom." Hermione replied, as Harry felt her push the cool medal of his glasses into his sweaty hand.
"Who's he?!" Harry exclaimed after he had pushed his glasses into place. As his eyes had focused another figure had appeared. Red, black, and yellow hair pulled up in stiff spikes, the person who looked about his own age surveyed him with interested red eyes.
"I'm Yami." The newly labeled Yami replied formally, looking down at Harry's position on the bed from his position just behind Hermione.
"He saved us Harry." Hermione added in an undertone.