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Ok, I changed something here. Let's just pretend that ALL electricity in Hogwarts doesn't work, ok? Hey, artistic license right? So, no electricity in Hogwarts…good.
Chapter 31. Panic.
Azkaban in Ruins
Ever since the Dementors, guarders of Azkaban, joined He-who-must-not-be-named last year, Azkaban has been guarded by the world's top Aurors. It is a shame to inform you, that I, Jacqueline MacDonald, have just received word from Cornelius Fudge the Minister of Magic, that a mass breakout occurred overnight.
At the dead of night, in the island Azkaban is situated on, He-who-must-not-be-named and his followers invaded the prison. All prisoners have been broken out, including Death Eaters Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, named last year. There are no survivors.
It seems that all Death Eater's have joined He-who-must-not-be-named, and more are becoming followers. Dementors, Giants, Death Eaters, Demons and Vampires are all joined together as followers. This, readers, is something that has never been seen before. In his first rise, he never had such a following as this. It is worse than plausible, and I wish everyone the best in luck of what is to come, as if will not be pleasant.
More on the breakout page 3.
Hermione sighed worriedly at placed the newspaper on the table, careful to avoid her pumpkin juice. Ron sat opposite her, stuffing his face with sausages and Harry was finishing his Defense against the Dark Arts homework, sneaking bites of bread in between writing sentences. The Great Hall was not empty, nor was it full as it was quite late in the morning and classes were about to start soon.
"Donefing bronk Nerhime?" Ron asked his mouth full. Hermione glared at him in disgust, and Ron swallowed his food. He grinned sheepishly, and repeated what he had said. "Something wrong Hermione?"
Hermione nodded and pointed to the newspaper. "The Death Eater's have broken out of Azkaban." She said quietly, and Harry's quill snapped in half. He looked up at Hermione, the two pieces falling to the floor.
"What?" He asked softly, and Hermione looked kindly upon him. He had been through so much in all these years.
"No survivors."
"No survivors?" Harry repeated, horror struck. "It was Voldemort right?" Ron dropped his goblet on the floor, pumpkin juice spilling onto the white stone.
"Yes." Hermione said sadly.
Ron glanced at Harry's horrified face, and he quickly stood up, brushing the crumbs off his lap. "We should get to class."
Harry walked quickly to his Potions lesson, Hermione and Ron behind him. He was upset, everything was terrible nowadays. Sure, he had Sirius back with him, but Buffy…he still hated her. He knew he should not, but he could not help it, the anger and hate was imprinted in his mind. And now this, the destruction of Azkaban, the freedom of the Death Eaters. It could only prove to be bad.
And to make Harry even more upset, Draco appeared in front of him, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy behind him.
"Hello Potty."
"Get out of the way Ferret." Harry snapped, and Malfoy smirked.
"Not in a good mood today Potter? What a change." He said sarcastically.
"You're annoying today Malfoy? What a change." Harry retorted, and behind him, he could feel Ron and Hermione step closer to him. Goyle and Crabbe grinned dumbly, their wands clutched in their large fists. "I'm sure you're glad to have your father home though Malfoy."
Malfoy's smirk grew even more and he took a step closer to Harry. "Ecstatic Potter. And he'll be glad to see you, him and the Dark Lord."
"Dark Lord?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Only Death Eaters call him that."
Malfoy walked closer to Harry and Hermione tensed. "You would love that, wouldn't you? Announce that I'm a Death Eater. It would be the happiest day in you life. That and getting you stupid dead parents back to life."
WHACK.
With a move a slayer would have been proud of, Harry slammed his fist quickly into Malfoy's head, knocking him to the floor. Behind him, Seamus, Dean, Hermione and Ron had their wands out, and in front, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy had theirs. But it seemed that they knew that they knew they were outnumbered, for they quickly disappeared. Malfoy stood up weakly, his hand held to his head, blood dripping through his fingers.
"You bastard." He spat, and he drew his wand. Holding it to his chest, his cold grey eyes fixed to a stare with Harry's, he glared spitefully at him.
"What are you going to do about it Malfoy?" Harry taunted. "If you had not noticed, your followers have gone." And as Harry finished his sentence, five large seventh year boys appeared behind Malfoy, their wands raised, evil grins on their faces.
"What are you going to do now Potter?" He spat. "You're outnumbered."
Harry's face dropped, and Hermione put a reassuring hand on his elbow, slowly lowering it down. "Walk away Harry." She whispered in his ear, keeping a firm eye on Malfoy.
"You're letting Granger tell you what to do? Come on, duel."
"There will be no fighting." A lazy voice said from behind Harry and they all turned around to see Spike hidden in the shadows, calmly drinking from a flask. "Nice punch kid." He said to Harry, walking towards them, careful to stay in the shadows. "But all the same, no fighting. Otherwise I'll get involved, and trust me, you don't want me involved." Spike threatened.
"Spike, don't lie." Willow said, walking up to them, Buffy next to her. Buffy looked between the two groups, the wands that were pointed at each other, Malfoy's blood trickling down his pale face and Malfoy's and Harry's similar glares aimed at each other.
"You guys were fighting?" Buffy asked, her tone meaning business.
"He started it!" Ron said, pointing his wand at Malfoy.
"Stupefy!" One of the seventh years bellowed and Ron flew back, knocking Seamus to the ground.
Harry glared at the seventh year that had stunned Ron, and yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!" The spell hit the boy and he fell to the floor, rigid.
"Hey!" Buffy yelled, and she, Spike and Willow forced the two groups apart, Buffy, who was dealing with Malfoy, rather forcefully. The three elders situated themselves in the middle and Buffy was about to reprimand them, when,
"Relashio!" Malfoy yelled at Spike and fire flew to Spike's arm. Buffy looked at Draco in shock and then helped Spike put the fire out, who was currently stamping around on the floor, yelling "Bloody hell, it's hot!" As soon as the fire had been put out, Spike held his arm in pain and glowered at Malfoy. Rearing his un hurt arm, his face fixed in revenge, Buffy yelled 'no' and pushed Malfoy out of the way as Spike's fist came towards the spot Malfoy had just occupied and hit Buffy instead, sending her stumbling backwards.
Buffy and Willow stared at Spike in shock. The fact that he had tried to hit Malfoy was not a shock, nor was the fact that he had actually hit Buffy, but the fact that after his fist impacted with Buffy's chest he did not yell out in pain was what shocked the two girls. He stared at Buffy with a confused and amazed expression on his face, and his hand touched his bleached hair.
"Bloody hell." He said, looking back at Buffy. She walked closer to him and, unbelievably, punched him hard in the gut. Spike doubled over, holding his middle, then, straightening up and grinning as he realized what Buffy wanted him to do. "Been wanting to do this for eternity, slayer." He drawled, before fist met her shoulder and she flew back and hit the hard, stone wall. Buffy groaned and Spike walked towards her, looking down at her, menacingly. Buffy looked up, challenging him to do something with her eyes and Spike rolled his eyes. He offered a leather clad arm and Buffy clasped her hand in his and Spike pulled her up.
"Spike's chip…it doesn't…Spike chip…" Willow said dazedly, her finger outstretched as she pointed between the two blondes. "Not working…" she finished feebly.
"Already knew that Red." Spike said, amusedly.
"I don't understand," Buffy said, "Why does it not work?"
"Electricity." Willow offered after a while, "Electricity does not work in Hogwarts! And Spike's chip runs on electricity! So, no chip!" She concluded her eyes wide.
"He's a monster again." Hermione whispered, her eyes wide, her comment reminding the three Scoobies that the teenagers were still there. Although, the Slytherins seemed to have disappeared some time during the confusion.
Spike bowed his head and shoved his hands in the pockets in his leather duster. "Cuff me Slayer. Go on, send me back to army boy, get me fixed, and get the chip back." Spike said quietly, and Buffy touched his arm gently, a small smile on her face.
"I trust you Spike."
WHACK
Malfoy's head snapped to the side, as Hermione slapped her hand to his face. A red mark was imprinted on his pale face and he stared angrily at her.
"What the hell was that for?"
Hermione responded by slapping him on his other cheek, and he had another red mark.
"Bloody hell woman! What the hell was that for?" He repeated angrily. Hermione quirked her eyebrow and lifted her hand to slap him again. Malfoy saw it coming though and his hand caught her arm. His grey eyes searched the empty corridor and than his gaze returned to Hermione.
"You are the most… the most…I can't think what you are, but I know you're something bad!" Hermione said furiously, and Malfoy smirked.
"You're so cute when you're angry." Hermione lifted her other hand and Malfoy caught it before it impacted on his face. He looked Hermione in the eye. "I think we've had enough of that." He said, his hands still firmly placed on Hermione's arms.
"Was that really necessary? Talking about Harry's parents like that?" Hermione challenged furiously.
"Why not?" Malfoy asked maliciously and Hermione tugged her arms away from Malfoy's grasp. She rubbed them as they stung with pain from being held too tightly, and she glared at him angrily.
"You are so infuriating." She said through clenched teeth.
"That's why you love me." He joked, and his lips crashed down onto hers.
It's about time we saw some of them, because their relationship will be important…somewhere along the line…
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