This is a repost. I forgot to put this in web page format so the italics didn't show up and it probably didn't make any sense. Whoops. Anyhow here it is, all fixed.

A/n: I meant to respond individually to you guys in this chapter but I really wanted to get this up tonight so that will have to wait. I do have two quick explanations:

1. Andromeda- in this fict, she is the way she is because you look at Sirius, you look at his mother and at Bellatrix and Narcissa and frankly it doesn't seem like anyone from that family can be completely normal. I mean, I adore Sirius, but in book 5 you can definitely see…I dunno how his family had an affect on him. So anyhoodles, I thought about it and this was how I decide Andromeda might have turned out. (You'll see more about that later.)

2. I don't have time for #2 so I'll tell you next time ;)

Anyhoodles here's chapter 5 right off schedule. Sorry and sorry about the explanation above, I'm not sure how helpful it is but I'm in a hurry.

Disclaimer: Don't own (told you I was in a hurry)

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Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

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Dora and Lupin both started, looking around the bar for the source of the noise. The few others in the room were doing the same. At first, in their surprise and fright, no one realized that the noise was not coming from the bar, but from Diagon Alley. Lupin was first to register the fact. He jumped up. "Stay here!" he shouted at Dora, before dashing out the back door to the entrance to the alley.

Dora rolled her eyes. How many people on Earth 'stayed' when they were told? Pulling her wand from her pocket, Dora ran after him. She slipped through the arch a second before it closed.

The alley was in chaos. She couldn't see anything clearly. Screams and shouts echoed through the street from all directions. People were running every which way. Something was burning. Dora could smell the stench of the smoke and see the flames but she couldn't tell what was on fire. Bursts of light flew through the air at random targets.

Dora stood, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. Briefly, she considered running back to the protection of the Leaky Cauldron. Before she could, a hand grabbed her arm. "Get over to Ollivander's. They're trying to take it," shouted the man who held her.

"Who is?" Dora hollered back.

"Big gang. Death Eaters probably. Attacking all over. Want wands."

"How…"

"Just go!"

Dora went, trying to process the information the man had given her as she ran. A horde of people who were most likely Death Eaters were attacking Diagon Alley (was it just this street or others as well?). Dora assumed that they had been drinking in celebration of the holidays and that they decided it would be nice to take over Diagon Alley for some purpose that seemed quite logical after half a gallon of Firewhiskey. The man had told her they wanted wands. What did they want wands for? They're completely legless of course. But stealing wands seemed so calculated.

Dora reached Ollivander's still unsure about what was taking place around her. A group of Death Eaters was pummeling the shop with spells. The small knot of people protecting the building was clearly losing. Quite a few people lay unconscious on the store steps behind the defenders. As Dora watched, a Death Eater sent a jet of light at the man who was fighting nearest Dora. The man collapsed and Dora hurried to take his place.

"Stupefy!" shouted the Death Eater. Dora dodged the stunner, vaguely registering that the voice was female.

"Expelliarmus!" Dora's aim was deadly, but the Death Eater put up a shield just in time. Dora swore and the Death Eater laughed.

"Thought you had me didn't you," she taunted. "It's going to take more than a little girl to thwart me!" The woman's voice was high, cruel, and horribly familiar.

Tall, slender, blonde. "Awwww is baby Nymphie sceered," she had jeered at Dora, long ago.

Narcissa Malfoy. Aunt Cissa.

Cold rage filled Dora. That evil, fowl, deceitful, sick, heartless, wicked bitch! The few, terrible encounters Dora had had with her aunt threatened to overwhelm Dora's mind. She pushed her memories away.

"Locomotor Mortis!" she yelled. Narcissa'slegs snapped together and the woman fell to her knees.

Dora watched her aunt raise her wand, face contorted with fury. She prepared defend herself but Narcissa was too fast. "Crucio!"

Dora's world exploded. She wasn't even aware that she fell. All she was conscious of was the pain. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't remember a time when she wasn't in agony. It lasted less than a minute, yet it lasted for eternity. It was pure, raw, excruciating pain.

Then it was over. Dora found herself lying crumpled on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" came the brutally amused voice of her aunt. The voice brought Dora back to her senses. She became aware of two things: one was the warm blood that covered her right arm. The other thing was that the sweat-soaked hair that fell over her face was not blonde, as it had been earlier, but jet-black. A metamorphagus has to have a small, generally unconscious part of his or brain concentrating on maintaining an unnatural form. This usually doesn't take any thought after a form is assumed. If a person's brain isn't functioning (like if they pass out) or is completely devoted to one thought (the pain being inflicted by a crazy, evil aunt) the form is lost. This (as Dora figured out later as she was in no state to think clearly at that moment) was the case in her duel with Narcissa.

Her aunt kicked her onto her back, looked at the sixteen-year-olds face, and laughed. The Death Eater recognized the glossy, black hair (many other Blacks had it), the wide, blue eyes, and, most especially, the scar that lined her niece's face from cheekbone to jaw. Narcissa laughed. "Nymphadora. My darling sister's baby daughter. Have you enjoyed this little fight? I do hope you have. It's been so long since I last saw you. Do you remember?"

"Of course," said Dora, trying to look defiant although she doubted she looked anything but scared and drained. "I rarely forget it when my own family tries to murder me. How is Azkaban suiting Aunt Bella's fine tastes these days?"

Narcissa raised her wand, "How dare you!" she screeched. "You filthy little Mudblood!" She opened her mouth to curse the girl at her feet, livid at the mockery of her sister. Merlin, thought Dora, she's going to kill me! Somehow, they had moved away from the main battles and the rest of the street fighters were too busy with their own battles to notice Dora. Dora fumbled for her wand, which had rolled a few feet away, when she was hit by the Cruciatus Curse.

CRACK.

Dora and Narcissa looked up, concentration torn from their battle, as fifty some people Apparated into the middle of the riot. They were Aurors. Narcissa let out a shriek of rage. "Serpensorita!" she yelled and then vanished with a crack. Dora let out a sigh of relief. Then she heard a low hiss. Closing her eyes, Dora turned very slowly. She opened her eyes just in time to see the fangs sink into her left thigh.

As she lost consciousness, Dora felt dull pain where her skin had been punctured. Her head spun. Distantly, she heard someone say, "Evanesco!" She could feel hands on her. More voices, "The fangs were poison…" "Will she make it?…" "Loosing…sleep…help…care…medicine…Mungo's…" Then, everything melted away into darkness.

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A/n: Hope you like it. Please review! Love you all loads!