*~Chapter 8~*
"Shut it Wormtail!" And with that Sirius punched Peter in the stomach, causing Peter to double over clutching his stomach, shutting him up for the moment. With that one movement, Sirius found himself surrounded by Aurors pointing wands at him.
"Sirius Black! Don't move or we'll hex you so bad you won't remember your own first name!"
"I'll let you arrest me if and only if you take him," points to Peter, "with me."
"Why should we give into your demands? Why not just take you and leave him free?"
"He's the key to my freedom, so I need him. He's also the one who killed the muggles that day!"
"Black, shut up, and don't make us take you by force!"
"NO! YOU'VE GOTTA TAKE HIM TOO!!!"
"ENOUGH!!!" And as Dumbledore spoke, the whole crowd went silent, feeling the old mans power.
"Dumbledore, you stay out of this!" Fudge was up on his feet quicker than you can say quidditch. "All you do is cause problems! You even said You-Know-Who was back, when we all know that hes dead!" Chaos broke out once more, but this time with the intent of defending their beloved Headmaster.
"Fudge, you don't know! You didn't even bother to speak to Harry! Did it ever occur to you that you could use a pensive to see if Harry was lying?!" Nevilles Grandmother was up in a flash, defending the man that she trusted most.
"Seriously Fudge, I thought you were better than that!" Sirius was protesting in defense of his godson.
"Now, now, lets not go making assumptions!"
"No! We want proof!" The crowd was going crazy!
"Let Harry Potter speak!"
"Free Sirius Black!"
While the crowd was yelling and screaming, no one heard a `pop' next to Peter, and a man appear.
"Lets go Pettigrew!" Lucius Malfoy threw the dark mark into the air just as he was leaving. He also sent one over to Hogwarts. "We've got the boy."
*~*~*~*~Harry's POV~*~*~*~*
Sitting there, he pulled out his lighter, and lit his cigarette. Taking a deep breath, he just sat there looking over a Hogwarts. What he saw next was unbelievable. Death Eaters were apperating on Hogwarts ground. `Wait a sec... doesn't Hogwarts have anti-apperation wards? Apparently Hermione was wrong, wouldn't be the first time. I'm not complaining either. This is just what I was waiting for anyway.' Harry thought as he stood up on his platform, took another puff of his cigarette, not yet giving away his location.
"Now all of you listen carefully!" Lucius Malfoys voice carried in the air. "The objective is to get the Potter boy and get out as quick as possible. Who ever is caught, or stays too long will be left behind. You shouldn't get caught though, since no one is here to catch you. Our dear Wormtail is keeping them busy. You all have your portkeys, they will activate once someone has got hold of the Potter boy. If you are captured, the portkey will not work. Are there any questions?" Harry was surprised how organized they were. `They sound sorta like the Army on T.V.' Harry continued to listen to Lucius.
"Are there any questions?" No one asked anything. Harry in the mean time was getting on his Firebolt, cigarette in hand, and flying in their direction. "Hey, isn't that Potter?!" Parkinson yelled this out, and in about 2 seconds, Harry had curses being thrown at him. He put up an invisible shield and started walking towards Lucius.
"So, you all came to get me then, huh?" And he took another puff of his cigarette. Harry thought this all quite funny actually. Voldemort had sent about 50 death eaters to get him. Did he not think that 20 were capable to get him? Apparently not.
"Potter, your coming with us!" And with that, the newest recruit, Jameson, threw himself at Harry, but he suddenly stopped just as he was going to punch Harry upside the head. "AHHH! My hand! It burns!" All of the death eaters turned and looked at Harry, just as he was lighting up another cigarette.
"What?" Lighting his cigarette, "You didn't expect me to be that stupid now did you?" He took a puff and watched their reactions. They obviously were told not to harm Harry in any way, curse wise, so they couldn't lower his shield with magic.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Another new recruit, Picleo (Pick-Lee-Oh) asked Harry, pointing to his cigarette.
"Oh this?" Harry held it up. "This is called a cigarette. And this," Harry takes a puff, "is called smoking."
"I know that, but why are YOU the Boy-Who-Lived doing it?"
"Maybe cause I'm sick of my life, and it makes me feel good."
"Why are you sick of you life?"
"Why don't you take a guess?" And with that, Harry summoned a cushiony chair and sat down.
`This may be easier than we thought' Lucius realized that getting Harry to Voldemort may be easy because Harry didn't care about life anymore. "Potter, you know, we are on a tight schedule, so I'll get straight to the point. Come with us to meet the Dark Lord."
"I was just about to ask you to take me to him, but you took the words out of my mouth Lucius! Lets get going then shall we?"
"Grab onto this portkey, and we'll go."
"Lets go."
AN: Sorry that I took too long for this chapter. I'll try updating more, but i can't promise anything!
"Shut it Wormtail!" And with that Sirius punched Peter in the stomach, causing Peter to double over clutching his stomach, shutting him up for the moment. With that one movement, Sirius found himself surrounded by Aurors pointing wands at him.
"Sirius Black! Don't move or we'll hex you so bad you won't remember your own first name!"
"I'll let you arrest me if and only if you take him," points to Peter, "with me."
"Why should we give into your demands? Why not just take you and leave him free?"
"He's the key to my freedom, so I need him. He's also the one who killed the muggles that day!"
"Black, shut up, and don't make us take you by force!"
"NO! YOU'VE GOTTA TAKE HIM TOO!!!"
"ENOUGH!!!" And as Dumbledore spoke, the whole crowd went silent, feeling the old mans power.
"Dumbledore, you stay out of this!" Fudge was up on his feet quicker than you can say quidditch. "All you do is cause problems! You even said You-Know-Who was back, when we all know that hes dead!" Chaos broke out once more, but this time with the intent of defending their beloved Headmaster.
"Fudge, you don't know! You didn't even bother to speak to Harry! Did it ever occur to you that you could use a pensive to see if Harry was lying?!" Nevilles Grandmother was up in a flash, defending the man that she trusted most.
"Seriously Fudge, I thought you were better than that!" Sirius was protesting in defense of his godson.
"Now, now, lets not go making assumptions!"
"No! We want proof!" The crowd was going crazy!
"Let Harry Potter speak!"
"Free Sirius Black!"
While the crowd was yelling and screaming, no one heard a `pop' next to Peter, and a man appear.
"Lets go Pettigrew!" Lucius Malfoy threw the dark mark into the air just as he was leaving. He also sent one over to Hogwarts. "We've got the boy."
*~*~*~*~Harry's POV~*~*~*~*
Sitting there, he pulled out his lighter, and lit his cigarette. Taking a deep breath, he just sat there looking over a Hogwarts. What he saw next was unbelievable. Death Eaters were apperating on Hogwarts ground. `Wait a sec... doesn't Hogwarts have anti-apperation wards? Apparently Hermione was wrong, wouldn't be the first time. I'm not complaining either. This is just what I was waiting for anyway.' Harry thought as he stood up on his platform, took another puff of his cigarette, not yet giving away his location.
"Now all of you listen carefully!" Lucius Malfoys voice carried in the air. "The objective is to get the Potter boy and get out as quick as possible. Who ever is caught, or stays too long will be left behind. You shouldn't get caught though, since no one is here to catch you. Our dear Wormtail is keeping them busy. You all have your portkeys, they will activate once someone has got hold of the Potter boy. If you are captured, the portkey will not work. Are there any questions?" Harry was surprised how organized they were. `They sound sorta like the Army on T.V.' Harry continued to listen to Lucius.
"Are there any questions?" No one asked anything. Harry in the mean time was getting on his Firebolt, cigarette in hand, and flying in their direction. "Hey, isn't that Potter?!" Parkinson yelled this out, and in about 2 seconds, Harry had curses being thrown at him. He put up an invisible shield and started walking towards Lucius.
"So, you all came to get me then, huh?" And he took another puff of his cigarette. Harry thought this all quite funny actually. Voldemort had sent about 50 death eaters to get him. Did he not think that 20 were capable to get him? Apparently not.
"Potter, your coming with us!" And with that, the newest recruit, Jameson, threw himself at Harry, but he suddenly stopped just as he was going to punch Harry upside the head. "AHHH! My hand! It burns!" All of the death eaters turned and looked at Harry, just as he was lighting up another cigarette.
"What?" Lighting his cigarette, "You didn't expect me to be that stupid now did you?" He took a puff and watched their reactions. They obviously were told not to harm Harry in any way, curse wise, so they couldn't lower his shield with magic.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Another new recruit, Picleo (Pick-Lee-Oh) asked Harry, pointing to his cigarette.
"Oh this?" Harry held it up. "This is called a cigarette. And this," Harry takes a puff, "is called smoking."
"I know that, but why are YOU the Boy-Who-Lived doing it?"
"Maybe cause I'm sick of my life, and it makes me feel good."
"Why are you sick of you life?"
"Why don't you take a guess?" And with that, Harry summoned a cushiony chair and sat down.
`This may be easier than we thought' Lucius realized that getting Harry to Voldemort may be easy because Harry didn't care about life anymore. "Potter, you know, we are on a tight schedule, so I'll get straight to the point. Come with us to meet the Dark Lord."
"I was just about to ask you to take me to him, but you took the words out of my mouth Lucius! Lets get going then shall we?"
"Grab onto this portkey, and we'll go."
"Lets go."
AN: Sorry that I took too long for this chapter. I'll try updating more, but i can't promise anything!