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AN: Sorry I didn't update, but I had to write that lovely paper I talked about in the disclaimer. If any of you really want to read it, I will be more then happy to post it. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Far East Trade Debt has a nice ring to it, don't you say.
Chapter 7 ------- The Fang
Harry Potter sat at his window looking down at the people walking by on their early morning walk. About five minutes earlier, Remus Lupin had arrived with Tonks, and both were downstairs explaining to the Dursley's a few steps of precaution that they could take should Voldemort or his followers try to attack the house. And it was after he had been sent back upstairs to double-check that his things were packed that he saw a man running by in all black warm-ups. Now, while the summer was nothing compared to its predecessor, no one was stupid enough to wear all black. Or carry around a bulging satchel over his shoulders. And while Harry was no Auror, or Moody for that matter, he still was able to notice an oddity. And someone near Privet Drive that didn't care what anyone thought of what he was wearing or how he looked, was most definitely a oddity.
Harry ran down the stairs, jumping down the last five and landing in a full stride run. He rammed through the swinging door into the kitchen, where the Dursley's sat pale at the table while Lupin stood next to them and Tonks sat on the counter.
"Profess-" Harry began, but was quickly cut off by Remus.
"It's Remus now, Harry, I'm not your teacher anymore." Harry may have cared about being respectful any other time, but this time was kind of important.
"Shut up! I think I saw something outside. Something just stood out." Harry grabbed at Tonks' arm and started to drag her out into the living room to get to a window.
"Harry, what is it, what did you see?" asked Tonks, looking at the window, trying to find anything.
"Right there." Harry pointed to the guy he had seen before, who, instead of running or walking like the others, was now stopped stretching against the fence of the neighbor's across the street.
"Harry, he just looks like a guy running. Did he do something? Any magic? Did you see a wand or a dark mark on the guys arm? I can't just run out there and stun him." Tonks was trying to decipher whether or not Harry was serious, or if this was just the effect of being locked up in a room for two months with no escape.
"I'm telling you, there's something about him. The clothes, the hair, the bag, the GUY. There's something wrong about him." Harry had his wand drawn and was walking to the door when Lupin walked out of the kitchen.
"Harry, what is going on?" Lupin walked over to Harry and grabbed his arm before he could walk out of the door.
"Let me go! I'm telling, something is wrong. I don't know how I know it, I just do." Harry didn't have time to make his case any further. The man in black across the street pulled out a wand and fired a spell at Number Four. The flash from the spell lit up the room brighter then the morning sun had already, and cast huge shadows across the perfectly clean walls. But unlike the explosion that Harry had expected to result from the spell, instead the house only shook for a second, and then was followed by the sound of a loud explosion. Harry ran back to the window to look out.
Instead of striking the house directly, the spell had hit the house, and bounced off into the neighbors'. Once it had hit the other house though, there was no doubt as to what the spell had been meant to do to Number Four. The other house was blown into flaming timbers that showered all the other houses. All that was, except for Number Four. For some reason, when the timbers came down on the house, they kind of floated right off. It was only when a burning 2x4 fell directly onto Petunia's flower bed that any of them spoke.
"Now do you bloody believe me!" yelled Harry, turning back to the door. Again, Lupin grabbed his arm.
"Outside, we're vulnerable to attack. Inside we can at least formulate some kind of plan. We have to find a way out of here right now." Lupin looked around. Tonks made for the fireplace and pointed her wand at it. She was about to cast a charm when Lupin disarmed her. "We don't know how secure Floo is. You-Know-How could have spies in that department. If he does, and we open it, we're inviting Death Eaters in."
"Well forgive me, Mr. Bond," Tonks said picking up her wand. "But what exactly is it that you plan to do then."
"Dumbledore will know what to do." Lupin pulled out a small mirror from his pocket and spoke Dumbledore's name. Dumbledore replaced the reflection of Lupin. "Albus, the house is under attack, and we don't have a way-" Lupin didn't have much chance to finish. Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind Lupin holding the teapot that he had used to send Harry and the others to Grimmauld Place last year.
"Remus, Tonks, Harry, if you would gather around, I would be most appreciative. Grab onto the pot and I'll send you to the Burrow. I will go and send the Dursley's to a secure location after I get you out." Dumbledore tapped the pot with his wand, making it glow blue and shake for a second, then returning back to normal. The three had no more grabbed onto the pot, then were they sucked away from the house, which was shaking much, much worse now.
The three were dropped in the living room of the Burrow, with a very shocked looking Mrs. Weasley sitting in the love seat holding a cup of tea and the Daily Prophet.
"Ohh my, you three are early. We weren't expecting you until this afternoon." Mrs. Weasley was already up and walking to the kitchen before Lupin spoke.
"Molly," Lupin began, his voice incredibly serious, considering the old man's usually humorous demeanor. "The house, Harry's aunt's house, it was attacked. I doubt it'll be standing in an hour. They caught us by surprise."
"Most of us by surprise," said Harry. While he was slightly upset that Lupin and Tonks hadn't listened to him, he was much more consumer by exhaustion. Harry would have gone into a rant had Dumbledore not apparated right into the living room.
"Harry, your relatives are very safe at the hotel that I sent them to. I assumed that they would have the ability to check into a room on their own. I was at the house only a few more seconds before it started to collapse. I was unable to retrieve any of your things. Was your owl in the house?"
"No, sir, I sent him here last night. He didn't return, yet." Harry started to shake, stress starting to tear into his mind. Tonks had to reach over to help him, while Molly let out a whelp then ran to grab some medicines. "I'll be fine, I just need some sleep." Dumbledore nodded.
"I think that would be best for now. Tonks, if you would assist Harry up to Mr. Weasley's room, I would be most appreciative. I must speak to Molly for a moment." Tonks nodded and helped Harry up the stairs. Ron's room was empty when they got there, and Tonks placed Harry onto the bed. No sooner had he hit the bed then did he pass out.
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