As we all know this is AU fic now.
I will add few information from HBP but here Harry has his own problems and Voldemort will be dealt with differently.
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Harry Potter and the Discovery of the Path
Chapter 05 …it all begins…, again
The mess that the kitchen was in, had never been seen before in a perfect house of Number 4, Privet Drive. None, of all the cabinets in the kitchen were in place. Some were laying, some leaning against each other at different angles. The floor was covered with glass and other kitchen equipment. Surprisingly the windows were still intact.
When the dust settled Harry had crawled from beneath the china cabinet that fortunately was laying partly on the table, therefore he hadn't been injured to much. His only visible injury, a little blood running from above his left eyebrow, was from few Aunt Petunia's precious plates that had smashed on his head.
If he was a muggle he would be reading in the morning paper that there was a gas explosion on Privet Drive. However, Harry knew better, he could feel his scar more intensely.
The light had gone out and when his eyes adjusted, Harry could see clearly what was happening when he looked outside.
He sucked his breath in fright. As far as he could count, there were over fifteen figures in black robes. Paranoid my ass. He thought angrily and did the only thing an average Harry Potter would do, in spite of everything he had been learning this summer, he rushed to the door to face the attackers.
He had just left the kitchen when a furious shout made him stop. Looking around Harry saw Vernon Dursley storming to the door as well. He passed Harry on his way, not even noticing him.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" he spluttered, "I'M CALLING POLICE THIS INSTANT"
In his hand he was carrying a polo bat, Harry wondered briefly how come he did find one that quickly and also, that, that was bloody useless against the Death Eaters.
Harry's eyes winded when he comprehended what his uncle was about to do.
"NO!" He shouted and rushed after him, unfortunately Vernon Dursley was already opening the door while screaming insults all the time.
When the door was opened and Vernon looked around his ranting stopped and he gasped frightened, the bat only a moment ago in his hand felt to the floor. The Death Eaters reacted immediately and with screams of rage fired few spells in his direction.
Harry noticed that one of them shoot the horrific green light and without thinking he jump and pushed his uncle to the side. He didn't have time to think that he was now in the entrance and directly in front of the combination of colorful spells heading his way, among them one green that could be his end.
When the spells neared the house there was a loud clang and again the blue beam of light shone around the place where the spells hit and most of them were repelled, except for one. The Killing Curse passed the light and was still nearing. Harry just stood there overwhelmed, his mind blank. Small relief he felt was that the wards seemed to hold, the Death Eaters couldn't get through. He thought he heard the cloaked figures cry triumphantly and he was sure he heard his aunt screaming in the hall.
Unfortunately for the attackers his luck was still with him or the wards were stronger then the Death Eaters had thought, because, or the Killing curse was totally off the target or when crossing the wards it changed direction, it struck the facade of the building near the door. The wall cracked under the spell but other then that nothing happen.
Suddenly Harry was jerk backward by the arm and the front door was slammed shut. He thought it funny that the door were closed in the faces of the Death Eaters, like they were some annoying phonebook sellers.
He heard someone mentioned wards outside and thought that they would probably go back to what they were doing before uncle Vernon interrupted them, bringing them down.
Someone tugged on his sleeve again and he looked down at the pale and frightened face of his aunt, Petunia. She was clutching to him like he was her last hope. And in a trembling and frightened whisper asked a question that he somehow knew she would.
"It's him, isn't it? It's the one that killed Lilly and Mum and Dad."
Harry felt confused for the moment, but than realized that she was probably talking about hers and his mum's parents. The thought that Voldemort took his grandparents as well angered Harry to the point that he could feel his core pulsing. Another reason to get rid of the monster. As if he didn't have enough of them.
He locked his eyes with hers and nodded sadly.
Harry wasn't sure if Voldemort was coming but many of his followers would definitely be enough to finish them off. And only he could use magic, his relatives were defenseless.
Harry was already thinking what they could do when his aunt's pleading voice reached him again.
"But you can stop them, you, you did it before, right?" She was trembling terribly. Harry was astonish when he looked at her again, she was more than twenty years older then he, always so cold and hateful and now, she looked like a first year girl who had lost herself in the dungeons. He looked from her to uncle Vernon. His uncle was getting up slowly from where he fell pushed by Harry. He was still red faced but his eyes were wide and something like comprehension drawn on his face.
Vernon was looking at his wife more frightened of her reaction than the flashing lights that were coming at him just a few seconds ago.
He looked around, his beautiful house was ruined everything was a mess. He focused at the man that his Petunia was clutching to, first he thought that that was one of those freak friends from his nephew's school or that freaking teacher who was supposed to come to teach him some freak stuff without them noticing.
They had so wonderful summer by then. His nephew hadn't been bothering them, his Dudders had qualified for the important tournament just a week ago and he was thinking of buying a new car soon.
Unfortunately that man was his nephew, he recognized him when the man looked at him with that cursed green eyes of his that made you so uncomfortable. He had some blood smeared on the left side of his face.
But other than that, he didn't look like the delinquent he remembered. The person in front of his wife stood tall and strong, the last untouched presence in his ruined house. It looked strikingly natural and right that his Petunia was pleading with this man to save them. He felt sick at the thought that his life might be in the hands of his freak nephew.
He looked at his son. His Dudders was crouched near the door to the living room. Poor boy looked terrified, no wonder, their freaking m..magic had hurt his son the most, bastards. How dare they come to his house and threaten his family! That was probably that brat's fault! Everything was his fault, that little prick! They should put him in the cupboard without food and drink, for a week! He will see to that! He would set him straight, that was his doing! He would…
Suddenly the house was illuminated with the bright light. It shook again, although, not as much as the first time.
Harry registered that the light was blue again. It meant Blood Magic. They wanted to get him. Voldemort never tried this big assault before.
Everything was in the open. Harry didn't know if they were here to bring down the wards and capture him or just kill him.
But what about the Muggles, surely they would see and hear the lights and explosions. Unless they were repelled by the wards created by the Death Eaters. He thought he saw green light outside when he was leaving his room. Green light in wards was for.., he thought hard, blue was definitely blood magic, he remembered, that orange was for silence, and green, green was for…, Harry grunted in frustration, he couldn't remember.
The house shook again, Harry looked at his uncle, he was getting purple again, that was a sign that he would be screaming soon. His aunt was holding to him for dear life. He had to keep them safe, as long as they were safe, the wards should stand.
His trunk, that would do it!
"UP!" Harry shouted urgently to Dudley and uncle Vernon, who lost his balance again when the house shook.
"To my room, quickly. You will be safe there."
"NOW HEAR THIS BOY! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO.." Roared his uncle. The house shook for the fourth time.
Vernon fell again but Harry stood on his feet not even noticing. His angry, blazing eyes pinning his uncle to the floor.
"WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS RIGHT NOW!" He said through the gritted teeth.
"YOU CAN SHOUT AT ME ALL YOU WANT LATER. BUT NOW… GET! TO! MY! ROOM!"
Harry didn't have time to fight two battles at the same time. He was very close from stunning them. His thoughts were already wondering how to fight the Death Eaters till the Order and Dumbledore would come. The Ministry should be alerted by then with so much magic performed there and him being the only wizard in the neighborhood. Maybe he had to perform the magic in the house to alert them. It would be his fourth warning, knowing Fudge they might even sent some Aurors to arrest him. That actually would be great in his situation.
Harry looked around wondering what spell should he use, then decided to do something useful and with some flicks of his wrist and few muttered words he sealed the door with all shutting spells he could remember and add an unbreakable charm to the door itself. After a second the wall was repaired as well and strengthened with another charm.
When he looked back to his family, he was surprised that Uncle Vernon didn't argue with him, took Aunt Petunia and Dudley and were heading quickly up the stairs.
Harry took on a trot and repeated the procedure on the back door and after a thought a door to the garage.
When he reached his room the Dursleys were already inside. With him there, it was pretty crowded. In normal situation it would be comical to see all the Dursleys in a little room trying to stay as away from the window as possible. Dudley was even seating on his trunk, only that should be indication how scared they were. It would be funny but Harry was just as scared as they were, probably even more, he actually fully understood their situation.
Even after over a month of training and reading about battle and duel strategies, he almost got himself killed reacting without thinking when the attack started. He was saved by luck again but how long that luck was going to stay with him.
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"SQUAD ONE, FOLLOW MY LEAD!' shouted the tall, burly looking Auror, directing his wand at the nearest group of dark cloaked figures. "CLEAR THE PATH AND SECURE THE ENTRANCE" he ordered, "AND WHERE ARE THE BLOODY REINFORCEMENTS!"
"FIRE AT WILL, UNFORGIVABLES ALLOWED!" He shouted again.
The Aurors didn't even blink, they knew that the war begun again, most of them had fought in the first war and remembered that in battle very often you killed or you died. It usually depended on how deadly your spell had been. The order meant that they could use Dark Arts, and as Aurors they knew some of more lethal Dark spells if needed.
Firing the array of spells they pushed the Death Eaters back few feet, away from the entrance to the main castle.
The Azkaban had been finally attacked. It was a small island the prison took almost half of it. It was accessible only from the south-west beach, the rest of the island had a very high cliff. No one could fly on a broom to the prison, the wards kept them from flying higher then five feet.
The entrance to the main part of the island had been guarded by two big Gate Towers. The Main Castle, which was a prison, had been surrounded with eleventh Towers. The wall with the cliff created a natural square. The cliffs had been its natural defenses leaving only a short front wall with one entrance door from the south-west.
"SQUAD TWO!" The commanding Auror shouted again, shooting as many spells as possible all the time "CONJURE OBSTACLES TO SLOW THIS DEATH EATERS AND ANIMATE THAT LEFTOVERS FROM THE SECOND SOUTH-WEST TOWER AND…"
He ducked under a crushed wall when the purple spell hit it and cracked the remaining of the Aurors' first base on the island some more.
"…DIRECT THEM AT THAT SECOND GROUP, THERE" he pointed to the south, to the first South-West Tower and further down to the South Tower "TWO AUROR SQUADS ARE UNDER HEAVY ATTACK THERE! BUT LEAVE THE WAY TO ESCAPE FOR THE DEATH EATERS! THERE ARE TO MANY OF THEM TO HANDLE WITHOUT HELP!"
"YES, SIR!" shouted back few wizards who were crouched by the near boulder and moved back to the group they came from to pass the orders.
The situation wasn't good, they were under attack for about forty minutes and lost both of the South Gate-Towers, the only public known way to get to the Azkaban Island. Out of forty Aurors recently added to the Azkaban Guard Squad they lost three and with six from his original guard they had lost nine good men already.
And by the look of things there were over a hundred and thirty Death Eaters, maybe more, plus nearly four hundred prisoners and over three hundred of them known for dark activities and the Dementors who didn't come to help them yet, it was a miracle they were still fighting.
All thanks to their Chief Auror who grilled his man with daily simulations.
Sixth class Auror Jonathan P. Withers had been the Chief Auror of Azkaban Guard for eleven years. He was a combatant from the first war and had been promoted here by Fudge.
That was the official version, the true was he had been sent here because of his opinion about some of the newly elected Minister's actions, mainly about cutting positions and funds on the defense after the fall of Tom Riddle.
He was a friend of Alastor Moody and, even if not a part of Dumbledore's Order, he knew about them a lot and often had sent some of his Aurors or went himself to aid them.
Jonathan had been one of the chief Aurors answering only to the head of Magical Law Enforcement and the Minister during the First Dark Rising. He was one of those who believed what Dumbledore and James' kid said about Riddle last year.
For over a year the Dementors had been restless. Dementors had always been easily tempted. As far as he knew, the main agreement between them and the Ministry was that while here they wouldn't be subjected to The Patronus Charms and could feed themselves with as many happy memories as they could find without kissing anyone with no Ministry warrant.
He was shocked when he heard about the attack near London last year. He had talked to Alastor about it and found out that they were repelled by young Potter kid, a fifteen years old. What was worrying him was that they didn't attack anyone else, wizard or muggle, nearby. That meant that they were ordered to attack the kid directly not just roaming in the neighborhood.
It was very hard to count the dementors. To every wizard they looked the same. It was believed that there were over five hundreds of them. Jonathan suspected that they were leaving Azkaban sometimes, more often recently. That could only mean that they were discussing some treaty with Riddle. They were the darkest known creatures after all.
"DONNOR!" He shouted, and after a moment a black man appeared to his left.
"Sir!" Donnor said shooting few spells at the retreating and regrouping Death Eaters.
"Did anyone arrived yet?" Chief Auror asked his second in command.
"I left McClay guarding the Aurors Escape."
The Aurors Escape was a secret way to the Azkaban, known only by a handful of men outside of the Auror Guard Squad. It was a passageway near the North Tower and allowed a escape for the Aurors if needed or could provide the way in when help would arrive.
In all the history of Azkaban Prison it was never used to abandon the Island.
"WATCH OUT" shouted someone from Donnor's left and the big man dodged just in time when the powerful spell blasted the rock he was hiding behind. In a moment the rock vanished more spells were shoot at him.
In the other time and place it would be entrancing to watch the man dodge other curses with incredible agility, some of the spells hit his hastily created shields or conjured objects. And he with natural easy moved through the battlefield nearing his commander again.
Jonathan didn't even spare a second to look at Donner, all of his men were trained that way, instead he tried to locate the attacker and sent in that direction his most powerful reducto.
After a few second Donnor appeared on his right and continued his report as if nothing happened.
"The Demmentors Sir, they stayed inside and never responded to our call." He said firing curse after curse in the direction of the death eaters. If the help wouldn't arrive soon they would be overruled.
Jonathan looked to the South Tower, the squads fighting there still stood, animated objects - the animals and few golems - were the main concern for the Death Eaters, leaving his Aurors' some breath and a chance to regroup. But the Death Eaters didn't back to much and suddenly he realized what that meant. He was coming. Riddle was coming.
They needed Dumbledore, only he would be able to stop him from succeeding. With Voldemort there they were doomed. And he knew that he would have to try and stop him himself.
But they weren't dead yet. As a chief Auror he wouldn't surrender. With a new determination he started firing every curses, hexes and jinxes he could think of.
"Get our men out from the Main Castle, it is possible that the Demmentors have sided with the Death Eaters. We have to send at least ten man to the south group and if needed evacuate all of them to the East Tower. Seal or destroy the South Tower if you think the Death Eaters would break through." He ordered and resumed his attack without waiting for a replay.
A moment later a young, blond Auror appeared in the spot where Donnor just left.
"McClay!" shouted Jonathan, "Great! How many Aurors!" He felt hopeful. Finally some help. It should be most of the Aurors. He knew it was risky to send so many but under the circumstances he wouldn't left anyone unnecessary behind. Azkaban didn't fall in the first war and it wouldn't fell under his command. He thought grimly.
"Three dozens Sir." Young Auror looked confused.
"WHAT! The Ministry sends less then forty Aurors!" It couldn't be.
"They are not the Aurors, Sir!"
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Two hours earlier.
Grimmuald Place.
"Who reported this?" Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody barked.
People were standing around the table in the kitchen of their headquarter. Few maps were scattered on said table.
Various people were pointing to different parts of the maps. After almost two months of relatively quiet summer it started again. Many suspected Death Eaters abandoned their work after today's lunch and vanished. Just few minutes ago the watch-guards near the Azkaban reported massive group of cloaked figures heading in the direction of the island, carrying boats and something resembling magic carpets.
"McLeach and Johannson." Someone answered. "Johannson just left to inform Minevra and call Albus."
"Where is Albus?" Asked Lupin.
"He is with Potter." A voice answered.
"No, he left after we informed him that the Death Eater had left their work" Hestia Jones said, "he should be at the Ministry. He said he will alert the Aurors to be ready if anything happens tonight."
"Well it definitely is happening." Muttered a voice.
"Quiet!" Moody ordered, "We all know that this was going to happen. Call all the available members, be ready in ten minutes."
Everyone moved to do what they were preparing for since Voldemort came back.
"Weasley" Moody called to Bill "Go and alert Fletcher's cousin that we will need a transport for about fifty and then prepare yourself, we don't know if we would have to cross the wards or if they would be destroyed. If they are destroyed that means that he is with them."
Bill nodded and left immediately.
"Lupin, you refresh your knowledge, you are the second best with wards." Remus nodded and left to the library to check what wards were put around the Prison.
"Molly you know what to do, prepare beds and needed potions, call Poppy here. First ward we will destroy will be anti-portkey one. Distribute emergency portkeys."
Molly nodded and started to move out of the kitchen.
"You!" Moody shouted to Hermione, Ginny and Ron. "Make yourself useful and help your mother, magic allowed today!"
They were standing near the wall far away from the entrance. They thought they were forgotten and didn't want to remind the elders about their presences. The young ones watched everything with horrified fascination. There were orders to make the beds for the injured, these people were preparing for a battle, and were expecting causalities. The young adults were standing shocked as if they didn't register what Moody just said.
"Oh! Children come with me, quickly." They didn't protest when their mother called them that and obediently followed her from the kitchen. When they were leaving they heard Moody barking more orders to people.
"Where is Shacklebalk and Tonks?"
"Ministry" someone said.
"Jones go fetch them and Artur as well."
"Vance go and bring the lads, and tell them to take their toys, move!"
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"I thought we took care of the brat's watcher!" bark the irritated Death Eater.
"Who the hell was that man! There supposed to be no one with him, apart from the muggles!" He said the name as if it were something unworthy mentioning.
"He definitely knew what we were doing." Argued another. "But Master sent as here to destroy the WARDS!" he shouted "So concentrate on your task." He fired a spell that connected with the dome surrounding the house.
"What about that man?"
"We will kill him and the boy when we get inside."
"We should get rid of the apparation wards first." Said another Death Eater firing his own spell.
"Look at the windows, they are still intact, there must be some charms on them as well" Yet another dark wizard pointed out.
"The boy is probably already scared to death. We should shoot at the Blood Magic wards again. The whole building is shaking after that. Maybe something will fall on his head and do our job here and then quickly join our Master." The first Death Eater said again.
The rest prepared themselves to try and destroy the Blood Magic wards again.
"SPATIUM VACUUM" all the Death Eaters shouted in unison.
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"Are we save here, boy?" his uncle asked nervously.
Harry balanced himself against the door after the house shook again.
"Not yet. Look, I will hide you in the place where I have been staying whole summer."
They were looking at him with wired looks. "Don't play with us, You were staying here! What the hell are you talking about!"
"Well, I did and I didn't." Harry said walking to the window to peek outside. Death Eaters were scattered in a semi circle and simultaneously shooting yellow spells at the building.
Maybe I could strengthen the wards somehow, before help arrives. He thought. I need to do something, come on Dursleys help me this once.
Harry decided to add the same charms to the window and wall as he did downstairs.
"I've been spending the summer in this trunk." He pointed to the trunk Dudley had been sitting on. His cousin immediately leapt from his sitting position as if burned.
"You lost it, don't you! How on earth do you think we would fit in, in that thing! I've had enough, I'm going downstairs!" His uncle spluttered. "Bloody idiot…"
"Is this like James'? Do you have a room in there?" His aunt spoke for the first time since she pleaded with him to save them.
All the occupants of small bedroom looked at her with opened mouths.
"Mum?"
"Petunia dear what are you talking about? Surely you don't think…"
"Did my dad had one of those?"
For the first time in his life Harry had heard his aunt talk about his father without the usual loath in her voice. She even called him by his name. Harry wondered how much did she really know about the Wizarding World.
"Yes. There is a safe room in there." He said after a minute.
"How can we get in?" His aunt asked again before uncle Vernon could say anything.
His uncle and cousin were looking at her as if they saw her for the first time.
"I'm not going in there." Dudley whined.
"Petunia honey you must not be feeling well. You don't expect us to do what he says." Vernon said angrily gesturing in Harry's direction. "He probably only wants us out of his way to destroy the house!"
Harry couldn't believe it, destroy the house? "The bloody house is being destroyed right now!" He seethed, and if to prove him right the building shook again. "What do you think they are doing!" He pointed to the window.
"You are so stupid, Vernon." Harry spat.
"Are you so prejudice that you will endanger the lives of your family only because you hate me or who I am!" Harry said livid. "I am a bloody wizard, and right now, I am your only help! Stop wasting my time and get into the bloody trunk!" He could feel the magic vibrating in the room. His flame, core was pulsing inside of him. Sparks were dancing before his eyes.
"Where the bloody hell are they!" He said thinking about the Order or that damn Ministry.
His relatives stepped away from him frightened. They could see when someone was out of they league, even if they couldn't feel the magic like the wizards did, they did see a slight glow emerging from Harry. His presence literally filled the small room. Few things that fell to the floor because of the earlier jolts, were magically lifted into the air again.
They were sure he had lost his mind, he was muttering to himself!
Harry took a deep breath and tried a few calming techniques to get himself under control.
"Listen, if you touch this switch, here under the lid and move it to the right you will be transported inside." They didn't dare to question him this time. "You will be safe there and I will let you know when to get out."
"Err, there is a bathroom and kitchen if you are hungry and some rooms you could use if you want to sleep. Please go." He said trying to be as calm as possible. It would be easier if the house didn't shook every few minutes.
They didn't say anything. All of them were looking at each other. His uncle was purple again but kept his mouth shut. Dudley was keeping his hands behind himself shielding his butt, he was trying to put himself as far from the trunk as possible.
The house shook again, they could hear some shouts from the attackers outside but inside, the room was deadly quiet.
Aunt Petunia moved first, slowly she turned to the trunk and reached with her hand to put it in the place where her nephew said.
"Petunia don't…" Her husband said, albeit weakly. She looked at him and tried to reassure him that it was alright.
Taking the deep breath she put her hand on the switch and pushed it to the right.
Nothing happened.
She was still standing in her nephew bedroom when she opened her eyes.
He was looking at his trunk confused. "What the… I gave you permeation." He muttered frowning. She watched him as he moved silently to the trunk. "It said that all you need is my agreement. Maybe I…" He touched the trunk and it lighted suddenly with bluish aura for a few seconds.
"Oh. Well, Try again."
She took a deep breath again but before she could do anything Dudley shouted.
"What about as?"
Harry looked at him. Suddenly it hit him that if his aunt disappeared he would have a hard time convincing his cousin and uncle to do what she did.
"Okay. Uncle Vernon, Dudley please touch aunt Petunia while she is doing this." Hopefully it would work.
His uncle shoot him a death glare but did what Harry asked without complaining, as did Dudley.
After she touched the switch they all vanished.
"Notice me not!" Harry almost shouted when he remembered what the green light in the wards meant. He froze. "Damn, we are cut out."
"Dobby!"
Little elf appeared to his right.
"Dobby, please seal the library, the study, my bedroom and the potion lab. I don't want them to go in there. But help them if they need anything else."
"Yes, Harry Potter sir."
"And Dobby please bring me that blue book, about wards, I was reading."
Harry was sure he could strengthen the wards from within the house, or maybe he could even add his own while waiting for help.
He wasn't going to rush outside again. He was so stupid, if it wasn't for his uncle he would be probably dead by than.
Secure your castle, all ways in and out must be monitored, check wards, add ones against fire…, attack unnoticed if you can…, confuse your opponents by misleading them about your number…
He was reciting what he could remember from his readings about defending while waiting for Dobby. What take him so long.
As if on cue the little elf appeared.
"I is sorry Harry sir, but his relatives are very disturbed and are screaming at Winky and Dobby, here is the book."
"I'm sorry Dobby, I can't go right now and sort them out, if they wouldn't stop, then put them to sleep or something, tell them you can use magic, that should help." Harry said while flipping through the book. The light, from the moon and spells that were constantly shooting at the house, was enough to read.
Dobby looked as if he would say something but only nodded and left with a quiet pop.
"Check wards." Harry muttered, his hands were shaking.
Why no one had tried to check on him, surly they had some means informing them if someone was trying to breach the wards around Number Four. Maybe they came but were repelled by the wards that the Death Eaters put. But where was Dumbledore, he would see trough them.
This time he didn't go chasing after any mysteries and looking for adventure. The 'adventure' came to him and he had that unpleasant feeling that it would be long time till help would arrive.
Harry found the spell he was looking for. The basic one to determine what wards were put around the specific area.
He quietly looked through the window again.
Eighteen.
There were eighteen of them, shooting spells from this side of the house.
His eyes winded and he dashed through the hall to look through the window in his aunt and uncle bedroom.
Twenty.
The backyard was filled with the dark wizards as well.
Voldemort had sent almost forty of his Death Eaters there.
He came back to the hall and lighted his wand to see clearly.
The spell was an easy one, just the flip and swish of the wand and a incantation. The wards would show, represented by colours.
Harry did the spell and the array of colour appeared around him.
He concentrated on the most important ones.
Yellow, light and dark, the apparition and portkey. The Portkey one was flicking. Harry prayed they didn't have portkeys that would bring them inside.
He would put his own apparition ward, he would try at least.
Blue, the blood magic, the light was also flickering with every shake of the house. They were concentrating on them, then.
He could recognize few that were probably put by the Death Eaters, the silencing wards were orange, 'notice me not' were green, the pinkish colour represented repelling wards.
He decided to put his own wards around the house. He read about them a lot lately and had tried the wand movements, incantations and learned which runes to use to make them permanent.
He could do it!
And then he would attack the Death Eaters.
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McClay ducked lower behind a boulder. "Not all of them are Aurors Sir."
"What are you talking about!" Chief Auror shouted back. Another attack party? But how did they know about the Aurors Escape?
"Its 'Mad-Eye' Moody and there is also Auror Shackleback, they said that Dumbledore send them, Sir."
"And where is Dumbledore?"
"He is leading the Aurors from the south to the Gate Towers." He heard a gruff voice answered him from his left.
Alastor Moody was walking towards the Chief Auror, his normal eye looking at him but his magical one scanning dusty surroundings and shooting spells in the direction of his liking. Knowing him, every spell met its target.
"His probably here!" shouted Jonathan over the noises of battle as a greeting.
"We know!" shouted Alastor back dodging from the curse speeding his way. "Dementors?"
"No response, probably with him."
"Can you seal the Castle."
"Only from inside."
"Damn, how can you stand that Dementors' cold."
"No happy memories, friend."
"Alastor, how many can you send to the other side, there." he pointed to the South Tower.
"What are the means to get there?" The scared Auror asked, securitizing the area between their position and the South Tower.
"Tower passages, behind the Main Castle." Jonathan pointed behind himself to the North Tower.
Moody watched what was going on near the South Tower. The Animated figures were dealt with already and the Death Eaters were pushing the defenders back. The Aurors were hardly keeping the dark wizards from forcing their way closer to the Main Castle.
Suddenly a group of new Aurors emerged from the Tower and joined the fierce battle, but even with their help they wouldn't hold too long.
"Two dozens. You need some people here to watch the Entrance to the Prison, I will leave those who can produce a corporal Patroni."
"Good." He agreed. "We could use young Potter here, I've heard that he could produce a corporal Patronus last year." Jonathan said half-joking, half-curious.
Moody snorted "The lad repelled a hundred of the beast in his third year, yeah we could use him here."
The Chief Auror didn't show how surprised he was. It was not the time for that. He was still shooting spells at the approaching enemies.
"Boy!" Moody barked to the young Auror, "I'm going with you, move!" and to Jonathan he said "Butterbeer in Rosmetta's?"
"Only if Min will come." Jonathan replied with a smirk.
"You old perv." Alastor laughed and retreated after McClay.
The battle heated when the new wave of the Death Eaters attacked. Hopefully with the help of the Order they would hold until Dumbledore and the Aurors arrived.
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"We have to assume that they breach the Gate Towers." Albus said to Remus and Arthur.
They, with all the available British Aurors, were heading to the Azkaban Prison. They were swimming on Ministry boats. Present Order members were wearing robes in the similar colour to the Aurors to keep them from confusing each other during the battle. Albus had informed the Minister that he had already sent some of his friends to help. Cornelius didn't dare to protest.
"Bill's last message said that the portkey wards were modified to allow leaving the place. And that only repelling wards were destroyed." Arthur Weasley said. "It looks like You-Know-Who was in a hurry to get inside. Do you think that he wants to claim the island for himself."
"Unfortunately it is possible. It is easy to defend, but that is also our hope, that the defenders will stand till we arrive."
"We still don't know what the purpose one of the potions Severus had made was. My friend in the Department of Mysteries said that one of the rarely used ingredients from it was a part to the potion binding Dementors to the Azkaban."
"But I thought…"
"Dementors are bonded to a place, with a special potion Department of Mysteries provides." Remus clarified "That's how they were bonded to Hogwarts after Sirius escaped."
"But don't they emanate dark magic? It could corrupt…" Arthur asked.
"That was the reason I fought with Cornelius over this. It wasn't good for students and the school."
"Professor, we are nearing the island." The Auror in charge said.
"Thank you Mr. Walters." Dumbledore said conversationally. "How is Emily doing?"
"Thank you sir, grandma is lively as ever."
"Excellent. Send my best regards."
"Now," he said more business like, "prepare your men, we don't know if they left someone to guard the dock."
"How far ahead Alastor is with his group, Remus?"
"Half an hour. Arthur did we check everything, I mean I feel that we are missing something."
"Everything is alright Remus, Moly will be checking with Arabella every fifteen minutes. Harry is probably eating dinner by now. Also, if anything happens we would be hearing from Fletcher, he wouldn't dare to leave his post again." Arthur finished with a small smile of reassurance.
When they passed the fog that surrounded the island permanently, they gasped at what met their eyes.
The small cottage near the shore, that had been a checking point, had been burned to ashes. But the reason that they had gasped was up the small hill, roughly two hundred feet behind the burned building.
The two Gate Towers that were guarding the entrance to the island were burning as well. The fire was illuminating the area with the eerie light. In the distance, up where the Prison stood they could see a faint glow of spells. That's where they were heading to the heart of the battle.
For millennia The Gate Towers had been standing about fifty feet from each other creating a narrow passage between them. The island in that place was narrowing to the point that the only way into the island was between those towers.
And they stood cracked, bending to each other in defeat. The dark smoke and bright flames were licking smoldered stone and shooting high over the Towers, battling in the sky.
It looked like a gateway to hell and the forces gathered on the shore knew that they probably were. They knew they had to go through that passage and what lay behind was the one thing most of them hoped to never endurance again. War.
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The book said that the wards without the runes should stand for no less then ten hours. Harry decided he wouldn't add runes to make them permanent. Firstly he wasn't sure where exactly he should put them. Secondly running around the house and scribing the magical sings on the floors and walls would take too much time.
The wards were put in each room separately. Harry didn't know if he would manage to put just one ward around the whole house.
The old wards were still holding. They had been keyed to allow certain people in but he didn't know how to key those people to his wards, therefore he shut the house completely.
After endless task of casting spells, reinforcing existing ones on windows and adding new to the walls, Harry slumped exhausted in the hall. Finally the first floor was secured. He couldn't think of anything else to add.
He was covered in plaster and dust, sweating purposely. His hairs were sticking to his face, even if he did create any wards earlier, constructing them around a selected area wasn't easy. Before he succeeded he had to try some of the more complicated repeatedly and the Death Eater weren't helping.
When the ward is created it usually is accompanied by a beam of light around that area.
When Harry did create one the Death Eaters usually concentrated on shooting spells in that direction. The house shook more and more. Many times Harry landed on the floor and had to start all over again. But he was satisfied with what he had done, nobody had got inside.
He was only more concerned about the house itself, he did many repairing charms. Every now and than a wall, a ceiling or a floor cracked. Privet Drive was probably holding only by magic by then and he didn't know how long it would last.
When the Death Eaters saw that the house was receiving additional wards, they were shouting in frustration. The attacks, however, never wavered. He saw some of the wizards resting while others were shooting spells and they always increased after he warded yet another room.
He didn't know how much time had passed, it was dark outside, the night wasn't over. He was exhausted, he didn't think he was so exhausted even after his four year and a brother wand incident, but he knew he had to do something. The house looked like it would cracked any minute and the Death Eaters never slowed in their assault.
He knew he had to attack them somehow, but rushing outside, when he was considerably safe inside, was out of the question.
Harry moved stealthily into the kitchen, maneuvering around the laying furniture. He crept quietly to the window and peaked outside. Even disillusioned he was afraid they would somehow see him.
The normal offensive spells were unacceptable. The Death Eaters would see the lights of the spells and concentrate on the spot where the spells were shoot from. And Harry knew that if they did that it would be easier to make a hole in the wards. His attackers didn't thought of that till then and he didn't want to remind them.
He wondered if his uncle had a gun, they wouldn't see the bullets and wouldn't know how to defend against that kind of attack. Than he had an idea.
Looking frantically around for the right object, finally, Harry grabbed a spoon from the floor and crouching by the window started cutting it with the severing charm and transfiguring it into a small bullets. At first he thought about conjuring stones but he was afraid that he couldn't do that properly and it would probably take a long time to actually do it. Than he wanted to transfigure something into the stones but couldn't find the right material.
The easiest solutions are usually the most proficient. He had read somewhere.
Transfiguring wood into a stone was harder than just changing the shape of the same matter. And metal bullets would be equally deadly if not more.
He paused for a minute, he was just creating weapon to intentionally harm someone. But the thought was very fleeting, and left him immediately when the house shook again.
Harry knew that the blood magic was falling. They were systematically weakening it for how many hours he didn't know. And forty wizards shooting the same spells over and over again were a threat to even the strongest wards.
After another shook Harry heard a loud crack and a falling window in the living room.
Outside the Death Eaters roared with triumph.
Harry dashed to the room and saw that indeed the window was destroyed and the glass shattered. Without a thought he muttered a reparo and added every strengthening spell he could remember.
The angry growl of so many people was frightening but Harry had a satisfied smirk for a moment. Just wait a minute and I will give you what you deserve.
He returned to transfiguring some more bullets with new vigor. When he had a dozen or so Harry dashed upstairs to shoot with his new ammunition.
He smiled to himself, no one would see the banishing charm it didn't have any light when performed. The only problem he had was, from where should he shoot them? He would have to vanish a part of the window or something.
Still invisible he went inside the spare bedroom on the floor and put his weapons near the window.
The shaking of the house was getting more intense.
Just before vanishing a part of the window there, he remembered about one other ward.
With a sweated hands he looked through his book and found the one.
He was going to perform the notice-me-not ward. The ward itself was very difficult to do and he only skimmed through it when he was reading the book.
But it could give him the possibility of a clear shoot.
Exhausted he read about the ward again and again until he was sure that he could do it. After a time and he manage to create a notice-me-not ward on a whole window. When checked with a checking spell it seemed to be working.
He took a deep breath and as silently as he could he opened it. The noise outside got immediately louder, some of the Death Eaters were laughing and joking what would they do to him when they got inside. He didn't hear them earlier. Harry thought he heard someone mentioning Azkaban and realized that that was the reason no one came and checked on him, some battle was taking place there.
The Dursleys backyard looked like a picnic place, the Death Eaters who weren't attacking the house, were sitting in groups in a conjured chairs, drinking butterbeer.
Harry gasped horrified when he saw few bodies laying on the lawn. Poor muggles didn't have a chance.
So far nobody saw him, with a determinant glint in his eyes he added a disillusion charms on his bullets, took few in his hand and with a sharp flip of his wand shoot them in the direction of the sitting Death Eaters.
He screamed when magic burned his hand but nobody heard him. Two of the Death Eaters fall to the floor with a thud. Two more screamed horribly, one catching his right arm, the other his stomach.
Pandemonium erupted around the place, they were shooting spells in all directions, hexing bushes and few even each other. The Death Eaters never regarded themselves friends, not many knew with whom they were working, after all they were wearing masks. Everyone was suspicious of everyone. Some of the ones that were station in front of the house came running to see what was going on.
Harry just stood petrified, looking through the window. He was looking at the two, who were laying silently on the lawn. He had just killed them. He knew they were Death Eaters, but he had just killed them. They were dead.
He could feel his hand was swelling a little from the burn. He looked at the floor where the rest of the bullets laid still visible.
There were almost every Death Eater in the backyard by then, shouting at each other, still shooting spells in the shadows.
And than he heard her voice over the others and his blood boiled.
"What are you doing, idiots!" Bellatrix shouted. "Master gave us an order and we still didn't finish it. So what, if he has a wizard helping him. Get back to work! And no more breaks!"
"Arghh! Shut up! Adava Kedavra!" She screamed twice at two wounded Death Eaters. That silenced rest of them as well.
The house shook again but this time Death Eaters weren't to be blamed for that.
Harry saw black dots. He could feel his magic boiling inside of him, consuming him.
All of the Death Eaters looked up at the window on the first floor. They could see a person glowing faintly in the dark, his eyes shining with fire.
Many of them thought that their master came to punish them, because they didn't finished what he ordered them to do.
Harry saw that the Death Eaters looked up at him. His magic must have disbanded the wards he put on the window. Some part of him could feel the rest of the wards falling.
With one motion he grabbed the remaining bullets, waved over them with his wand once and with another sweeping motion had sent them silently speeding into the group of the Death Eaters, his eyes on one that he hated more than Voldemort himself. He WANTED her dead.
They saw him move and some hastily erected shields, some started to move behind of others, others just stood there and watched this person transfixed.
After his second wave of the wand eight corpses fell on the ground and five more screaming.
Harry's eyes connected with Bellatrix, both filled with hate beyond anything they ever felt. She stood in place his bullets scared her on the cheek.
"POTTER!" she shouted suddenly. "ADAVA KEDAVRA" she screamed.
The green beam of light shoot unbelievingly fast in his direction.
Harry, still shocked at what he had just did, managed only to stagger back a little when the curse flew through the wards directly at his head.
He never lost eye contact with her when the spell went only an inch away from him. The foul magic ruffled his hair and struck the ceiling.
The house shook again, Harry fell to the floor hitting his arm on the broken chair. This time the ceiling cracked and a part of it started to falling down. He moved as fast as he could out of the room. Unfortunately some part if it landed on his lower back and legs, he screamed in pain and frantically tried to stay conscious and get out of the room before the rest of it would fall on him. He crawled from beneath the rocks into the hall.
The Death Eaters attacked with knew vengeance, the house shook almost to the point of breaking he didn't know how long the wards would hold.
His breathing was labored, with a shaking hand he performed the checking spell and gasped when he saw that most of the wards were destroyed and the blood magic one, was very dim.
His back hurt, his legs were bleeding, he was all shaking. With much effort he crawled near the stairs to wait for his attackers to come. Thankfully the apparation wards still held, therefore, they would have to climb up the stairs. He peaked downstairs, he could see very little in the darkness but he spotted some furniture scattered around.
Harry pointed his wand at them enlarging them as much as he could, than with a great effort he tried to put the unbreakable charms on them and sticking charms to hold them in place.
He levitated one from the hall before him to create a barricade, then slumped against the wall waiting.
His head hurt, his back, his legs hurt. His burned hand hurt as well. He had problems with breathing. He couldn't think straight. He knew that he had meant to do something else to his barricade but couldn't remember what. Hours of extensive use of magic, physical and psychological exhaustion made him very close to losing his conscious.
He was sitting, slumped behind his barricade, waiting for the final attack, too tired to even think, when the house shook and the thunder roared. His greatest protection fell.
He pointed his wand down the stairs and after few seconds they started showing.
Harry with his last reserves started to shouting 'stupefy' after 'stupefy' but quickly found out that the victims of that spell were momentarily ennervated.
He knew better spells to deal with them.
He was hexing them with severing or cutting curses. Without thinking he started using white and dark magic, he had read about.
Even if the staircase was narrow and at most two at a time attacked he was losing his battle, he didn't have energy to move and soon his barricade was destroyed.
Harry was hit with the same hex Hermione had been in the Department of Mysteries. Then someone hit him with the crucio and his world exploded with unbearable pain. The curse was lifted but Harry realized that only after a while when he heard himself still screaming.
Whilst he was losing his conscious he thought he had heard other people shouting a battle cry downstairs. Then everything went black and quiet.
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Some time earlier.
"Remus! Will you sit down already." Tonks cried exasperated.
She was lying on the bed nursing her bandaged arm.
"Hestia just left, you have heard that they are winning. With Dumbledore there fighting You-know-who, they were retreating already. Thankfully most of the prisoners were to weak to fight. Sit down and rest, you're injured as well." She added more softly.
"I'm a werewolf" he said for once grateful of his condition "I'll be alright in a minute."
Remus was hit with few cutting curses and the bone-breaking curse. The latter was directed at Tonks. When he tried to thrust her from the line of the curse she tripped and both of them crashed into the ground. Remus was hit by the curse and it shattered few bones in his right shoulder and few ribs. Unfortunately Tonks broke her wand arm when falling. They immediately portkeyed to the Grimmauld Place.
The cuts on Remus body had been already healed. He didn't even take the potion which meant to heal his bones, from experience he knew he would heal faster without any aid in healing, the pain was nothing compared to the transformation.
"We should have known that two months of peace was long enough to suspect something." said Tonks gloomily. "On the other hand if those two months were thanks to Harry, then he really must be a powerful wizard."
"Of course he is!" snapped Remus only half listening to what she was saying. Something was bothering him very much, something was wrong.
Remus sighed, he rarely lost his temper. He needed to be calm, that was easing his transformations.
After taking few calming breaths he said.
"I'm sorry Dora, but something is not right, I can feel it. We are missing something import." He sighed frustrated.
"I am going to talk to Molly, maybe I can help."
"Remus! Wait!" Shouted Tonks and started to move after him. He was already nearing the kitchen.
"Molly!" he said from the hallway "Molly! Do you need help with anything?"
Molly Weasley looked up from the papers scattered over the kitchen table. "Remus, you know you should rest now. Didn't you fight enough."
Remus faltered at a firm voice of Molly Weasley "I'm all right." He said more defensively than he should.
Ginny and Hermione looked up from books they were trying to read. Ron woke up hearing his favorite professor. They all were worried. An hour ago, Madam Pomfrey shushed them out, from the hastily created hospital wing, saying they had helped enough and should rest.
"There is nothing to do Remus, we are just sitting and waiting for more news." Molly said softly. "Hestia said that the battle is almost over. If you want you can go and ask Poppy if she needs any help."
"You can go as well." She said to the children.
She was very worried, after all her husband and children were currently fighting in Azkaban. And even if Hestia said that they were okay that wasn't much of the relief. She knew that You-Know-Who was there fighting with Dumbledore. She hoped Albus would chase him away and the prisoners wouldn't be freed.
In that moment Tonks entered the kitchen. "Emily just came in, she went to take a nap, but said that they are coming back and that there will be few more injured."
She then glanced at Hermione, Ginny and Ron and continued in quiet and sad voice. "We have lost Kathleen and Daniel, as well."
Tonks sat on the empty chair by the table nursing her bandaged arm.
The mood in the room dropped even more with the news. Molly's only words were 'Oh, no…' She took a quill and added two another names to a parchment on the table. As far as she knew they had lost twelve Order members by then, hopefully no more.
She didn't knew them well, but Daniel was Charlie's friend, they met in the Dragon Camp. He came back to England few months ago. She was little ashamed of herself because in the same time she felt great relief that her family was alright.
Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat in the stunned silence with mixed feelings similar to their mother.
Suddenly the flames in the fireplace turned green and the second later Alastor Moody and another man walked from it. They stumbled and Ron rushed to help them.
Moody didn't even protest. His head had been bandaged, his robes were torn in few places and he had some brushes all over his face.
"Thanks, lad." was all he said.
The other man was Moody's age. He was equally worn out with his dirty and blood strained Auror robes.
"I'll make some tea." Molly said and started bustling around the kitchen, she felt most comfortable and calm doing that.
"Thank you Molly, I am here for only a minute, I have to go to the Ministry and then back to Azkaban. I cant leave Donnor with everything now." He smiled a tired smile at Molly Weasley.
"Oh, hello Remus, Tonks." They smiled back at the man.
Some activity in the hall had caught their attention, then the fireplace turn green again.
Just when dirty and worn, but other than that, unharmed Kingsley Shackleback was coming from the fireplace Molly said
"Ron, Ginny, Hermione dears, would you check if someone need something. We will probably have a lot of work tonight."
"Yes mum."
"Yes Mrs. Weasley"
They said happy they could do something useful.
More Order members were coming to the kitchen from the hall. Everyone of them tired and with sombre expressions.
On her way out of the kitchen Ginny suddenly stopped and turned to Remus.
"Harry! Remus did someone checked on Harry." She said not even bothering to call him Professor.
Remus looked at her for a moment.
"Harry." He said quietly trying to understand what was she talking about. "Oh Merlin, Harry!"
"What about Potter?" Moody barked alert again.
"Maybe you could check on him, Professor?" Ginny asked "I mean, if you feel better."
"Ginevra." Molly scolded. "He should rest, he got hit with the curse."
"I'm almost healed, Molly" said Remus, and at the same time Ron said "I could floo to Mrs Figg and see if he is okay."
"Out of the question Ronald, you are too young." Mrs Weasley said. "Arabella is capable of contacting us in case of emergency. And you Remus, I insist that you rest. I will floo Arabella in a few minutes."
"But Mrs Figg didn't see the dementors last year." Hermione said suddenly.
And then Ginny added fearfully.
"Are you all sure that squibs are not affected by anti-muggle wards and what about repelling charms?"
"Where is Dumbledore?" Remus asked immediately.
"He is at the Ministry right now, should be here in fifteen minutes. What's going on?" Kingsley answered him.
"Hopefully nothing." Remus mumbled. "Alastor do you know if antimuggle wards work on squibs?"
"On Squibs?" the older auror narrowed his eye. Then it went wide. "Remus GO, Shackleback go with him."
He looked around the people gathered in the kitchen.
"I'll check who is capable and make them ready. Don't rush in, call us immediately if anything happens."
Remus only nodded and went to the hall, the only place where he could apparate from.
Kingsley Shacleback on his heels. Imposing auror quickly grasped the meaning of the conversation.
"Arabella's house." said Remus to the Auror and vanished with a silent pop.
They apparated to small and cosy living room. The fireplace on the main wall was lit. There were few pictures of cats or it could be kneazels, on the walls, old cupboard in the corner, a tv-set on the other side and a big, comfy sofa in the centre of the room.
Kingsley looked around, it looked nice if a little stuffed.
Arabella was nowhere to be seen. Remus immediately left the room and Kingsley followed after him.
"Remus! Kingsley! What are you doing here? Did something happened? Is it over in Azkaban?" Mrs. Figg started asking when they entered her kitchen.
The place was jammed with cats. They were laying in odd places, some sleeping, some eating from their bowls. Arabella Figg was sitting in the chair, drinking tea and looking through the window to a quiet and peaceful neighbourhood.
"Yes." Answered Kingsley "Most of the prisoners stayed where they were. Unfortunately some did escape and Dementors sided with You-Know-Who."
"Oh dear." She said quietly.
Remus moved to the window and looked outside. It was quiet. Everything seemed to be in order. But he still had the feeling that told him something was terribly wrong.
"Kingsley do you remember the spells to check if any charms are cast on the area or what wards are erected?" He asked the big Auror.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Figg asked.
'"We have to be sure that Harry is alright." The Auror told her and to Remus he said "It's a standard spell but we have to be outside."
Mrs Figg watched with wide eyes as both Order members moved to leave the house. She was terrified that her help could befor nothing. She started questioning herself if she should have walked to Harry's house to see if everything was alright. But Fletcher was on the watch.
"Merlin! Remus look at the charms. Anti-muggle, notice me not, silencing charms, confounding charms, this two I don't recognize" Shacklebolt said pointing to some flashing colours in front of them.
"This one looks like forgetfulness charm, that grey I don't recognize either." Remus said with shaky voice.
He knew he was starting to panic. He didn't felt like that since James and Lily died all those years ago. He lost everyone, he can't lose Harry. Not Harry.
"I doubt that even an owl could leave this place. Okay, the place has anti-aparation wards, Just like in Azkaban, you can portkay out but not in…" Kingsley was naming every ward he recognized oblivious to state Remus was in.
"Remus, the boy is probably there, on his own for more than four hours." He didn't said out loud what he thought had happened to Potter.
That was the last thing Remus heard before lunching himself towards Privet Drive.
Momentarily startled, big auror watched as Remus started running towards Potter's house. Only years of experience and the fact that he wasn't a small man saved them from a catastrophe. He jump on the ex-Hogwarts Professor and using his momentum and weight he pinned his colleague to the ground. Knowing he had no chance with the werewolf, he started whispering urgently, hoping to talk some sense into him.
"We need back-up! Listen, even if you pass through the wards and cross the confounding charms, don't forget why did you came, you wouldn't hear them and still you would walk right beside them and miss them completely. We need a curse-breaker and a team to attack all at once, to surprise them. This is not some random attack. They put a lot of thought to create all those wards, we can't just charge in without help. We don't know how many are there. We have to be sure about the layout of the street and the house. Remus think!" Remus stopped moving and was listening to Kingsley. He was trying to regain control over himself.
To say that Kingsley was shocked that was understatement of the year. He knew Remus about eight years but never, ever, saw the man lose his cool demeanour. It was like someone would say that Dumbledore is weak. Remus Lupin was always calm and collected, even in the heat of battle. Just few hours ago he saw the werewolf fighting with Death Eaters with easy, equal only to the best aurors, seeing everything around himself, just controlling situation. But now he looked wild and scary. This probably was the side of Remus Lupin seen only by few.
"We need to go to the headquarter to make a plan and bring help. Can you apparate?"
"Yeah…Yes." Remus answered trying to suppress dreadful feelings. He swallowed before saying "Lets go."
And they vanished hoping Harry was still at Privet Drive and that he was still alive.
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A\N:
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