A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Thoughts
"Speaking"
The Chase Continues
Harry sent a bone breaking hex ,that he had learnt secretly last year, at the Deatheater that was about to shoot a spell at the prisoner.
The Fair headed prisoner glanced at the spell in confusion for moment, but that slight second of distraction is enough…
He was hit with a stunning hex that sent him sliding across the ground to the spot right next to me...
And all of the remaining Deatheaters turned their eyes to me, and I muttered the first thing that came to my head,
"Oh shit"
Harry's breathing was hard and labored, while the prisoner's breath was still coming in steady, although short breaths.
"You got a wand?" Harry asked as soon as the prisoner was enervrated by Harry.
The prisoner shook his head, "not anymore, I think one of them has it".
The prisoner didn't have much of an accent, so Harry couldn't tell where he came from.
Harry gulped, the Deatheaters were still looking for them, but they had managed to bolt upstairs and hide for the moment.
"We…should…get it" Harry muttered, he was scared; he would be stupid if he wasn't.
The prisoner hesitated for a moment before nodding, Harry nodded back and closed his eyes for a moment and summed up his Gryffindor courage.
"Let's go"
They padded their way to their staircase, taking a quick glance around the corner, there was a DE down at the bottom of the stairs, seemly waiting for something.
Why haven't they come upstairs yet?
"I think all the Deatheaters are revived again now" Harry muttered.
A voice caught their attention; someone was calling the Deatheater away from his position.
Harry took this as his chance to get downstairs again, he snuck down, the other boy following.
He carefully stepped over the step that creaks and started to continue until he heard the tell tale creak of those squeaky steps.
Harry mentally kicked himself, he hadn't told the other boy about the creaky steps.
He glanced back and saw the other boy's alarmed expression.
Hopefully the Deatheaters didn't hear that…
Harry's hopes were dashed when he heard a voice call out an inquiry to the loud creak.
Harry turned around and hurried up the steps a step behind the other boy.
They turned around the corner not a moment too soon when a DE stood at the bottom of the steps.
Harry saw the mask he was wearing crease in what Harry thought was a frown.
The DE started up the stairs taking two steps at a time, luckily missing the creaky steps.
Harry racked his brains as the DE neared their location.
A spell, a quiet spell
Stupefy…no
Expellarimus…no
Sweat formed on Harry's brow as he tried to think of a spell for his needs,
Why oh why didn't I pay more attention to Hermione.
The Deatheater had now spotted him, Harry flicked up his wand and was about to shoot the first spell that came to mind.
But once again, the fair headed prisoner came to the rescue, he spun and delivered a crushing roundhouse kick to the DE's temple knocking him unconscious.
"Nice work" Harry complimented, forgetting the situation. The prisoner gave Harry a fleeting smile before motioning Harry to lead the way.
Ok, let's do this.
Harry and the prisoner slipped down the stairs quietly, both missing the squeaking step.
They crouched down near the bottom of the steps, "which one has your wand?" Harry whispered to him. The boy scrunched up his face in concentration, then finally shook his head, Harry sighed.
If I just left this guy here I could leave now…
But he has saved me as many times, or more than I have saved him.
Harry crept round the corner and looked into the kitchen, there was someone on the floor…dead.
Harry's breath caught in his throat, as he propped his glasses further up on his nose to get a better look.
It's not a Deatheater…it must be one of the Order.
But where are the reinforcements…
There shift must not have ended yet
Harry jumped slightly as a hand touched his shoulder, it was the prisoner, he nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen window where a Deatheater was standing.
Harry took a deep breath,
I have to hold out until next shift of Order members comes...
If I can…
Harry quietly made his way to the lounge room, the prisoner in his wake, and found two Deatheaters standing there glancing around warily.
The lack of action surprised Harry; he thought they would at least arrange a search of the house.
One of the Deatheaters turned in their direction, and raised his wand.
But Harry's wand was already raised and pointed in his direction, Harry said the first spell that came to his mind.
"Expelliarmus" Harry said gaining the attention of the second Deatheater in the room.
As soon as his first spell left his wand he dove to the right firing a banishing charm on the way.
Harry rolled back onto his feet narrowly missing a stunning hex, and then threw back another stunning hex missing the Deatheater's head by an inch.
"Fuck!" Harry cursed as a tearing hex sped towards him.
Harry twirled and fired another stunner, which this time scored the Deatheater in the chest sending him to the ground unconscious.
With sparing a second glance at the unconscious Deatheater, he spun a curse at the tip of his tongue…to find the 1st Deatheater on the ground unconscious also.
The prisoner was presently searching his pockets for his lost wand, he glanced at Harry and shook his head and moved onto the other DE.
Harry turned his attention away, searching the room.
The Dursley's house was well and truly trashed, with Vernon body still on the floor.
He turned back to his companion to see him grinning triumphantly with a short brown wand in his hand.
Harry grinned in reply and was about to speak to him when a shout brought his attention to the stairs.
It seemed the commotion had attracted the others attention, Harry's eyes widened in fear and he looked around for and escape route, but there was none.
The only one close enough was up the stairs but it was now being blocked a huge behemoth of a Deatheater.
Quick as a flash, the death eater sent a stunner at Harry, which Harry avoided by jumping to his left, but Harry was then hit by a banishing charm that sent him flying into the back wall.
Shit, I should have seen that coming.
The prisoner distracted the Deatheater with and Expelliarmus spell which the Deatheater blocked.
Harry stood shakily to his feet and gathered his nerve and shot out with a tearing curse which slashed the Deatheater across the leg.
He growled and turned to Harry shooting a stunner, Harry through up a Protego shield just in time.
Harry fired a stunner at the DE then quickly fired a Expelliarmus to the Deatheater's right.
Harry's judgment was correct in assuming the DE would step to his right to avoid the stunner, but instead hit with an Expelliarmus that sent his wand flying.
Harry smirked slightly before firing a stunner hitting the DE in the chest.
He glanced at his companion then made his way back up the stairs.
As they were halfway up another shout was heard behind them, it seemed someone had discovered the stunned bodies.
Harry and his companion looked at each other before bolting up the stairs into Harry's bedroom.
He glanced around his bedroom, Hedwig had flown away, but there was an owl sitting on his bed.
It dropped the letter it was holding and flew off out of the window.
Harry glanced at the door and picked up the note and noticed the Ministry seal on it, and dropped in immediately.
The boy looked confused, when he saw Harry drop the letter he picked it up again and with a nod of approval from Harry opened it.
He read over it quickly, "I'm expelled aren't I?" Harry asked quietly.
The boy looked up into Harry's sad eyes and nodded, "Yes, but I think that is the least of our problems".
Harry nodded and rummaged around his room.
He found his broomstick and held it up triumphantly.
A loud boom on the door made them jump it seemed the Deatheaters knew they were here.
Harry quickly stuffed all the wizard money he had into his pockets and grabbed his invisibility cloak, as the door exploded with a loud bang.
They had no more time; Harry grabbed his companion by the arm and jumped out of his window fumbling with his broomstick until they were both on it.
They pulled up just as the reached the ground, with Harry at the front and his companion at the back. They sped up into the clouds wrapping the invisibility cloak around them as they did so.
Harry took a glance back to see the Dark Mark in the sky above his house.
Harry didn't feel any sadness about his house of 16 years; it only gave him bad memories.
Harry had the sudden urge to let out a loud whoop of joy.
He had just escaped Deatheater clutches for another time, saved someone, and managed to leave and destroy his old house.
Now that's what I call a good start to the holidays
A/N: Well there's another chapter done… And just to let you know the 'fair haired prisoner' is not Draco Malfoy, I was thinking about it though.
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