Chapter Three
Trade
"Get off me Mark," Mr. Evans sneered, throwing tiny Mark away into the bush.
There was a faint howl of pain.
"MARK!" Harry tried to break Patrice's barrier.
"Harry, no!" Patrice hissed.
"Why would I hurt Harry?" Mr. Evans said nastily. He withdrew a wand from his coat pocket, "Besides getting Yon locked up." He tried off.
"Go help him Harry," Seri consulted.
Harry pushed Patrice roughly from him and picked Mark up.
"No Harry," Mark screamed, "Get away from me! Go!"
"Mark. I want to help you," Harry said, re-gripping the boy's arm.
"And I'm trying to help you, now go!"
Aunt Petunia swept by them and in each arm, gripped and dragged Mark and Harry up the street.
"Aunt Petunia, I can help." Harry fought.
"Not for another month and a half." Petunia said sternly.
"Stupid olf," Seri whined rolling her eyes and picking up Petunia's trunk again.
"What?" Patrice asked.
"He's not a wizard. not an once of wizarding blood in him."
"But he had a wand." Petunia snapped.
"It's Mark's," Seri said, pulling her hair back up into a stable bun and handed Mark back his wand.
"Why was dad doing that?"
Seri shook her head, "Mark go pack, we'll be to collect you later."
"Why no now?" Mark whined, hugging Harry around the middle, his arm bleeding from elbow the wrist.
"We have stuff to do," Seri said, looking from Patrice to Harry.
Harry carried Mark home. He was crying into Harry's shoulder and telling him something he only nodded to because he didn't understand though the muffled ness.
"What do we have to do?" Harry asked once Mark was inside staring at them though the living room window.
"Harry, put your robes on," Patrice said to him, but her eyes, were on Seri.
"I'll be right back," Seri stacked Petunia's trunk on top of Harry's, and closed her eyes.
Harry pulled the robes over his arms. After 16 year of looking like he grew a lot in a short time, he was filling out. Somehow, with catching his attention, Harry's muscles had toned, his glasses didn't look too big for his face and his hair didn't look so unnatural.
"Mom talked about you all the time," Patrice was staring at him, watching him tighten the robes around him, his muscles move. "Looks like you need some new robes,"
It was true. They were tight around his arms and his stomach. Harry gave a boyish grin and nodded.
There was another pop. And another, and another. Seri had Sirius, Remus, Moody, Charlie and Krum with her.
"Are we throwing a party?" Sirius asked his eyes falling on Patrice. "HOLY SHIT!" He screamed.
"Oh my God!" Remus stumbled back, almost tripping on the side of the street.
"Dad," Seri said, a giggle in her throat as she did, "This is Patrice. Kyle's daughter.
"Remus stepped forward. He took two fingers and moved Patrice's face to his. "You look just like Cassidy." He said softly.
"Remus, God damn!" Sirius said, jerking Remus back bedside him. "Let that crush die already."
Harry smirked, but did no more.
"Didn't you have a twin?" Moody grunted.
"Mad Eye, we have to save Patrick," Seri answered.
"But you said there was a problem with Harry." Charlie said, stepping forward and holding Seri's shoulders.
"It was the only."
"Who said there Harry wasn't?" A voice called from the darkness.
Harry wheeled around, Peter stood there in his face, wand pointed at Sirius.
"Wormtail, long time no see," Sirius addressed casually as he opened his robes and retrieved a wand. "I wished I'd be the one to kill you." In one sharp movement, Sirius's wand had knocked Peter's down and was in his face.
"Sirius no!" Remus jumped.
"Moony, what is wrong with you?" Sirius gasped, knocked Remus away with his free hand.
Lupin fell to the cold night ground. He stared up at the two best friends. Sirius's eyes were narrowed down on Peter and Peter was twitching slightly, holding his silver hand strongly in a fist.
"Friendship," Remus breathed softly, "Friendship Padfoot. We denied it once. and look what happened."
"Shut up Remus! This ends tonight!"
"No. no it doesn't daddy." Seri whispered, pointing her wand at her father's chest. "Drop the wand Sirius."
"Baby?" Sirius said, his voice cracking. But he dropped his wand hand to his side.
"Stupid git," Peter hissed.
Everyone's wand pointed at him, but Peter slow tucked his away in his chest pocket. "Now, hand over Potter and no one will get hurt."
"Which Potter?" Seri splat.
An evil grin grew on Peter's face, "All of them would be nice. but I only want Prong's son."
"How dare you call him Prongs! How dare you speak of James!" Sirius screamed into the night making number 7's light flash on.
"Peter, can you not count?" Moody huffed, "There are more of us than you."
Peter waved his hand to follow and about five more death eaters appeared behind him, Vernon Dursely, Dudley Dursely, Mr. and Mrs. Evans hovering in front of them. One death eater had little Mark Evans wrapped in his arms.
"Mom! Dad!" He cried though tears.
"Seri." Harry gasped, clutching her robes. "Let.let.let them take me. Make them give. make them give Mark back." He hissed.
"Harry, no!" His Aunt hissed.
"What do you care?" He snapped.
"Moody?" Seri said, tilting her head to him.
"That is out of the question!" Sirius belted. "Harry, I'm not letting them take you!"
"If they give Mark back I'll do anything." Harry nearly cried, "I won't let anyone else in my family be hurt!"
"But he'll kill you," Patrice smoothed as though Harry was crazy.
"It's a fifty fifty chance. only Voldemort can kill me." He said plainly. "It might be over tonight Seri." Harry looked into his cousin's eyes. She was grinning slightly and her eyes were watering out of control.
"What will it be?" Peter snapped.
"Harry. we won't be long."
"What are you saying Seri!?!" Sirius gasped.
"You won't have to wait long," She continued. Without another word she flung herself around Harry's neck and kissed his cheek deeply. "I love you Harry," She whispered.
Harry closed his eyes to wipe the tear from them. "I love you too," he said back.
Seri dropped herself from his shoulders and straighten up.
"Alright Peter," She said strongly.
"Alright?" Peter questioned. Sirius gasped the same.
"Give me Mark," Seri urged.
"Harry no!" Mark cried, but you could tell he was somewhat relieved when Seri picked him up.
The four dead bodies dropped to the street.
"You've just made a deed with the devil." Peter sneered. He lunged forward and grabbed Harry's upper arm. Harry tried to fight him off, but before he managed Peter had disappereate with him.
"Get off me Mark," Mr. Evans sneered, throwing tiny Mark away into the bush.
There was a faint howl of pain.
"MARK!" Harry tried to break Patrice's barrier.
"Harry, no!" Patrice hissed.
"Why would I hurt Harry?" Mr. Evans said nastily. He withdrew a wand from his coat pocket, "Besides getting Yon locked up." He tried off.
"Go help him Harry," Seri consulted.
Harry pushed Patrice roughly from him and picked Mark up.
"No Harry," Mark screamed, "Get away from me! Go!"
"Mark. I want to help you," Harry said, re-gripping the boy's arm.
"And I'm trying to help you, now go!"
Aunt Petunia swept by them and in each arm, gripped and dragged Mark and Harry up the street.
"Aunt Petunia, I can help." Harry fought.
"Not for another month and a half." Petunia said sternly.
"Stupid olf," Seri whined rolling her eyes and picking up Petunia's trunk again.
"What?" Patrice asked.
"He's not a wizard. not an once of wizarding blood in him."
"But he had a wand." Petunia snapped.
"It's Mark's," Seri said, pulling her hair back up into a stable bun and handed Mark back his wand.
"Why was dad doing that?"
Seri shook her head, "Mark go pack, we'll be to collect you later."
"Why no now?" Mark whined, hugging Harry around the middle, his arm bleeding from elbow the wrist.
"We have stuff to do," Seri said, looking from Patrice to Harry.
Harry carried Mark home. He was crying into Harry's shoulder and telling him something he only nodded to because he didn't understand though the muffled ness.
"What do we have to do?" Harry asked once Mark was inside staring at them though the living room window.
"Harry, put your robes on," Patrice said to him, but her eyes, were on Seri.
"I'll be right back," Seri stacked Petunia's trunk on top of Harry's, and closed her eyes.
Harry pulled the robes over his arms. After 16 year of looking like he grew a lot in a short time, he was filling out. Somehow, with catching his attention, Harry's muscles had toned, his glasses didn't look too big for his face and his hair didn't look so unnatural.
"Mom talked about you all the time," Patrice was staring at him, watching him tighten the robes around him, his muscles move. "Looks like you need some new robes,"
It was true. They were tight around his arms and his stomach. Harry gave a boyish grin and nodded.
There was another pop. And another, and another. Seri had Sirius, Remus, Moody, Charlie and Krum with her.
"Are we throwing a party?" Sirius asked his eyes falling on Patrice. "HOLY SHIT!" He screamed.
"Oh my God!" Remus stumbled back, almost tripping on the side of the street.
"Dad," Seri said, a giggle in her throat as she did, "This is Patrice. Kyle's daughter.
"Remus stepped forward. He took two fingers and moved Patrice's face to his. "You look just like Cassidy." He said softly.
"Remus, God damn!" Sirius said, jerking Remus back bedside him. "Let that crush die already."
Harry smirked, but did no more.
"Didn't you have a twin?" Moody grunted.
"Mad Eye, we have to save Patrick," Seri answered.
"But you said there was a problem with Harry." Charlie said, stepping forward and holding Seri's shoulders.
"It was the only."
"Who said there Harry wasn't?" A voice called from the darkness.
Harry wheeled around, Peter stood there in his face, wand pointed at Sirius.
"Wormtail, long time no see," Sirius addressed casually as he opened his robes and retrieved a wand. "I wished I'd be the one to kill you." In one sharp movement, Sirius's wand had knocked Peter's down and was in his face.
"Sirius no!" Remus jumped.
"Moony, what is wrong with you?" Sirius gasped, knocked Remus away with his free hand.
Lupin fell to the cold night ground. He stared up at the two best friends. Sirius's eyes were narrowed down on Peter and Peter was twitching slightly, holding his silver hand strongly in a fist.
"Friendship," Remus breathed softly, "Friendship Padfoot. We denied it once. and look what happened."
"Shut up Remus! This ends tonight!"
"No. no it doesn't daddy." Seri whispered, pointing her wand at her father's chest. "Drop the wand Sirius."
"Baby?" Sirius said, his voice cracking. But he dropped his wand hand to his side.
"Stupid git," Peter hissed.
Everyone's wand pointed at him, but Peter slow tucked his away in his chest pocket. "Now, hand over Potter and no one will get hurt."
"Which Potter?" Seri splat.
An evil grin grew on Peter's face, "All of them would be nice. but I only want Prong's son."
"How dare you call him Prongs! How dare you speak of James!" Sirius screamed into the night making number 7's light flash on.
"Peter, can you not count?" Moody huffed, "There are more of us than you."
Peter waved his hand to follow and about five more death eaters appeared behind him, Vernon Dursely, Dudley Dursely, Mr. and Mrs. Evans hovering in front of them. One death eater had little Mark Evans wrapped in his arms.
"Mom! Dad!" He cried though tears.
"Seri." Harry gasped, clutching her robes. "Let.let.let them take me. Make them give. make them give Mark back." He hissed.
"Harry, no!" His Aunt hissed.
"What do you care?" He snapped.
"Moody?" Seri said, tilting her head to him.
"That is out of the question!" Sirius belted. "Harry, I'm not letting them take you!"
"If they give Mark back I'll do anything." Harry nearly cried, "I won't let anyone else in my family be hurt!"
"But he'll kill you," Patrice smoothed as though Harry was crazy.
"It's a fifty fifty chance. only Voldemort can kill me." He said plainly. "It might be over tonight Seri." Harry looked into his cousin's eyes. She was grinning slightly and her eyes were watering out of control.
"What will it be?" Peter snapped.
"Harry. we won't be long."
"What are you saying Seri!?!" Sirius gasped.
"You won't have to wait long," She continued. Without another word she flung herself around Harry's neck and kissed his cheek deeply. "I love you Harry," She whispered.
Harry closed his eyes to wipe the tear from them. "I love you too," he said back.
Seri dropped herself from his shoulders and straighten up.
"Alright Peter," She said strongly.
"Alright?" Peter questioned. Sirius gasped the same.
"Give me Mark," Seri urged.
"Harry no!" Mark cried, but you could tell he was somewhat relieved when Seri picked him up.
The four dead bodies dropped to the street.
"You've just made a deed with the devil." Peter sneered. He lunged forward and grabbed Harry's upper arm. Harry tried to fight him off, but before he managed Peter had disappereate with him.