The Potter Factor

By: Amora

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Chapter 7: Marked for Death

"Hey you! Come back here you bloody little thief!" The shop owner yelled as I ran out with a few bottles in my hand. He gave chase, but soon gave up as I rounded the corner and skedaddled out of the vicinity. One more kick to a nearby Good Samaritan and I was home free. What am I doing you ask? Just stealing some alcohol of course.

As I hurried towards my soon to be abandoned apartment with a bottle of vodka and rum, I thought of Bella. She had been nearly unconscious since we escaped from Tom, but the after effects weren't pretty. He had tortured her relentlessly with the cruciatus and I didn't know how to help her. Those muggle remedies for pain didn't work and I had an idea why. The cruciatus didn't target any one part of the body. It hit the nervous system which makes you think that you are suffering from indescribable pain which isn't even real. The only solution that I could think of was numbing the senses. Hence the alcohol.

"Hello Mr. Riddle!" The landlady greeted enthusiastically. I gritted my teeth at the name, but replied likewise. When I first became a fugitive, it almost seemed like a game to me. I shook my head in wonderment as I see how far things have progressed downhill.

Bella's soft moans shake me from my mental dissertation as I step into my apartment. She is laid out on the couch and trying to gain comfort from the pillow I gave her. As I approach her, she opens one bleary eye and smiles despite her pain.

"Thank you Harry. I don't know how to repay you." She murmurs but I catch it all. What the hell is she talking about? It was me who got her into this situation in the first place. I almost open my mouth to dispute her claim, but I keep it firmly shut. No more worthless apologies and self blame for me. I'm through with that shit fifth year. It's becoming a theme lately. I guess I can call it the year I finally grew some balls. I finally just smile and nod.

"Here. I got you something that might help." I show her the bottles and she raises her eyebrows. "Don't ask. I had to break 6 laws to get this stuff!" She giggles and accepts the shots I pour her. I mix in some Coke with the rum and she makes no hesitation to down the mixture. I was sorely tempted to down a few shots of vodka myself, but one of us had to be sober at all times.

It wasn't long at all before Bella's face became flushed, and I knew the alcohol had taken effect. Did my theory work? I believe it did! However, as with any of my successes, it always comes with the caveat. Bella turned from the empty shot glass in front of her to me and licked her lips. The glint in her eyes returned full force and she now wore that look she had last night. She growled almost predatory and advanced slowly towards me.

Oh shit...

There was no question of what she wanted. I slowly backed up but she was much quicker. Bella proceeded to pin me on the kitchen counter and pressed her lips to mine. I could taste and smell the alcohol along with her special scent, and it was intoxicating me to no end. Holy shit! Her hands wandered up my legs and it wasn't long before I was completely turned on.

"I see someone is happy." She purrs in my ear as her hand is now rested on my crotch. The last protests of us needing to evacuate immediately disappear. I quickly pull Bella down for another kiss and she wastes no time ripping off my pants along with everything else.

"Oh my God!" Bella moans in ecstasy as she impales herself on me. I have never seen a more erotic scene as Bella throws here head back and screams in pleasure. I faintly hear the sounds of bottles and glasses shattering on the floor as we are lost in our throng of passion on the kitchen counter. I grit my teeth at the amount of pleasure Bella was giving me. She was so warm and inviting! I couldn't help but grab her hips and thrust into her like a savage beast while she flails wildly above me. Our gasps of breath become quicker and shallower as we approach the pinnacle. Bella buries her face into my neck as she climaxes, and her screams of torrid passion bring me over as well.

We lay there exhausted and sated for a few minutes before Bella lifts her head off my shoulders and looks me in the eye. With her hair in disarray and face flushed from our previous exertions, she is easily the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She looks at me with happiness, hunger, lust, and something else in her eyes that I can't recognize. However, before I could even consider it, she leans down and kisses me again starting round two.

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What I thought was going to be a quickie turned out to be a four hour romp session. Damnit! I am horrible at keeping schedules, but for this particular situation, I didn't blame myself at all. A drunken and horny Bella was a force to be reckoned with.

It was nearly nightfall before I gathered everything necessary for survival. With the aid of an almost fully recovered Bella, I stuffed everything of value into a suitcase and left the apartment. Unfortunately for us, the rain hadn't let up and by the time we reached the underground, we were completely soaked. I was just about to curse my bad luck when I noticed that Bella had on a white shirt. And she had no bra on underneath.

Holy shit...

The thin and almost translucent material clung onto her every curve and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Did she know what she was about to do to the male population of this country? Apparently not, as she walked towards the ticket booth without blinking an eye.

"I'd like two tickets for the Piccadilly Line please." Bella asked the ticket salesman. It was then that my amusement began. The poor sap took one look at Bella before his eyes were permanently glued to her chest. A tiny smirk unnoticed by anyone except me appeared on her face, and she purposely stuck out her chest further.

"I...uh...err-"the salesman stuttered incoherently. His eyes tried to look up at her, but he never made it past the neck. At this point, I was holding in my laughter, but what Bella did next put me on the floor in hysterics. She actually lifted her shirt up and pretended to wipe off the rain water in her hair giving the salesman a view of her bottom cleavage and finely toned abs. I swear I could see drool, but I was laughing so hard I couldn't make sure.

Unfortunately, the cup of coffee the salesman held in his hands fell and landed on the panic button. Within thirty seconds, two muggle police officers ran in preparing for a riot, but stopped as they saw Bella. The reaction of the two policemen was almost the same as the guy behind the counter. Both stared at her chest for a few seconds before acknowledging her.

"What seems to be the problem?" the first officer spoke after composing himself. The composure disappeared almost immediately as Bella licked her lips and twirled her hair around one finger. She lazily walked up to the counter and leaned over closer to the salesman.

"Oh." She said softly. "Nick here was looking a little flushed." She read the salesman's name off his tag and then played with his tie. Trailing a finger down Nick's chest, she didn't even make it halfway down before 'Nick' promptly fainted. The two cops immediately rushed to help the fallen salesman, and Bella promptly hauled me up from the floor and away from the scene.

It wasn't until five minutes later that I could get my laughter under control. That had been the funniest thing I have ever seen, and would be for some time. I looked sideways at Bella who was smirking in satisfaction.

"That was absolutely amazing." I said while we were walking to the train. She glances at me and her smirk widens. I'm confused for a moment before she hands me a stack of pounds she snatched while leaning over the counter. 4000 pounds in a second! She did better than me mugging that drug dealer!

"I haven't done that in a while!" she smirks in self-satisfaction. I can only stare at her in amazement as she also produces two tickets for the tube and a monthly pass for unlimited usage of the underground. All unpaid for. She notices my look of disbelief and her smile widens.

"What? Don't you think I can be convincing?"

I could only snort in agreement. God, if she put her mind to it, she could convince Fudge to tap-dance in Diagon Alley. An idea suddenly hit me full force as I thought of the implications. Bella would love this.

For the rest of our trip to Heathrow, I didn't spend a single pound. Bella's 'convincing' got us front row seats on the charter bus, past security clearance with my HK, and two tickets for the overbooked last flight to Paris that night from two hapless business men who received nothing in return except a wink. Wow she is good.

It wasn't a minute later that the flight actually started boarding. As we boarded the plane, the flight attendants were giving us funny looks. Or rather giving Bella the evil eye. What the hell? They must be jealous or something. I did a double take and the results were not that appealing. How could they have fat ugly people be the flight attendants? Isn't there a law against such blasphemy?

I sighed and plopped into my comfortable first class seat. Oh well, I'm probably bias anyways. Compared to Bella, almost every other woman was ugly. Damn! Bella was ruining the female population of the world for me. Not that I minded too much, but you start feeling different when there is nobody better to look at.

I was just about to fall asleep when I felt the hairs on my neck prickle once again. Oh shit, this couldn't be happening again! I looked around at all the strange faces in first class, but none of them stood out more than the rest. I knew Death Eaters were getting smart now by dressing in muggle clothing. Any one of these 'innocent' bystanders could fire the killing curse at me without a second thought.

"Bella," I hissed. "Your friends are here." She turned to me and nodded slowly. Without any overly dramatic movements, she quickly scanned the cabin and frowned. I didn't know if she had recognized any, but the prickling was getting stronger. There was some serious magic nearby. However, without identifying who was causing it, we couldn't attack anyone without creating a scene.

I gripped my wand tightly under my long sleeve shirt during the entire taxi and takeoff. There wasn't a hitch during the entire ascent, and it was making me a little nervous. What the hell was going on? Bella pretended to be asleep as she tried to pinpoint the magical signatures. It wasn't until an hour into the flight that I got the feeling to duck back into my seat. A stunner immediately whizzed by my head and hit a muggle in the next aisle. I looked around frantically before realizing something. The spell came from the left and I was sitting in the left window seat. I turned my head and my jaw dropped open. Four figures on brooms were tailing the plane. What the fuck!?

"Harry, we need to get out there and dispose of them." Bella said with narrowed eyes. The same look that she sported in the Department of Mysteries and the restaurant was back. This is one form of Bella you didn't want to mess with. "Apparate onto the left wing, and I'll take the right one." Bella said summoning a wind repellent charm on us both and vanished without any hesitation.

"But I don't know how to apparate!" I yelled in frustration. By now, the muggles were getting curious about what was happening, but that was far from my worries. Think damnit! How do I apparate anywhere? I've seen people do it many times, but what did they do? I didn't know the procedure. I gripped my wand tightly and closed my eyes. If I didn't do something now, Bella could get captured or killed. There was no way in hell I would let that happen.

"Come on goddamnit!" I yelled at myself. Without any other option, I pictured the left wing of the plane. At the very back of my mind, I could feel something lurking to break loose. A slight tingling sensation swept my body and I could almost feel the physical manifest of magic around me. The feeling increased dramatically the more I concentrated, and before I knew it, my body felt like it was collapsing on itself. I had no idea what happened next, but a in a flash of white light, I appeared face down on the left wing.

"Oof!" I moaned and tried to stand up. The wind repellent charm worked perfectly as I didn't get blown off the wing. Getting my bearings, I realized I was indeed outside. What the hell? How did I manage that? I didn't have another second to think about it as another curse almost glazed my face.

"Sonorus!" I yelled to project my voice. The figures on the brooms were definitely not in Death Eater attire. Their masks and robes were almost blood red and had a golden crest that I didn't recognize. "Who the hell are you?"

One of the mysterious flyers swooped closer and leveled a wand at me. In a sickening familiar voice, she addressed me.

"Hem, Hem! How nice to finally be able to get rid of you Potter!" The voice drawled out. As soon as I heard the familiar hitch, I knew exactly who it was. But what was SHE doing out here? I didn't even get a chance to ask as she answered my question for me. "We are the High Inquisitors of the Ministry of Magic. The minister himself gives us orders and we report to no one else. How unfortunate for you that the minister has ordered your execution!"

"What! That's bullshit!" I yell frantically. Why would I be executed? I haven't done anything! "You lie Umbridge!"

"Oh? Well let's just see about that..." she said in a voice that I knew she was sneering at me behind her mask. "Say Potter, how are those scars on your hands doing?"

A deep rage courses through me as she taunts me. That...bitch! I'll fucking kill her! Without a second thought, I aim my wand at her, but she was prepared.

"Reducto!" She screams and I barely manage to avoid it. The curse blows a hole in the wing and gas is spilling everywhere. Oh shit! The entire plane is now tilting to the left and I barely hold my footing. Umbridge swoops down and tries to ram me off the wing but I flip back onto the cylindrical cabin of the plane. In the background, I could hear Bella cast a mixture of stunners, unforgivables, and everything else in her arsenal. By the sounds of the intense screaming that followed, I could tell that some of them had hit their mark.

Umbridge once again tries to ram me but misses. Damn this was getting old quick. If I could get her broom, I would make sure this duel ended quickly.

"Accio broom!" I yelled, and sure enough, the broom went flying into my hands. Umbridge was taken by surprise and fell onto the left wing. I hopped down from the top of the plane to end this once and for all. Umbridge, however, was getting desperate in her attempts to kill me.

"Avada Kedavra!" She screamed and I had to do a last minute roll to avoid getting killed. The muggle looking out the window wasn't lucky enough, however, and promptly fell into the aisle dead.

"Getting a little desperate aren't we?" I said in a clipped tone. Umbridge backed up to the tip of the wing and leveled her wand again.

"Burn in hell Potter! Avada Kedavra!" She yelled and this time I was able to jump over the poorly aimed curse. Once again, some poor muggle got the blunt of the green light and promptly fell lifeless.

"So tell me something Umbitch." I said and the misnomer pissed her off to no end. Her face contorted in rage and her wand arm was shaking. "Did Fudge-packer really put you up to this?"

"You insolent fool! The entire ministry wants you dead!" Umbridge spat and I stored this little piece of information away for future reference. The entire ministry? What the hell was going on? Umbridge saw my distraction and tried to take advantage of it.

"Avada Kedav-" She screamed but was promptly cut off as turbulence shook the entire plane. We both fell over and her wand disappeared into the blackened night below.

As I regained my footing, I noticed that Umbridge was now wide eyed in fear. Humph. So typical. Helpless without a wand. I approached her and a defiant air seemed to surround her.

"You know what Umbitch?" I said with malice in my voice. "I really should kill you for all you've done. You really fucked up my life last year. And not just mine, but everyone else's life too. Then Fudge sends you here to try and kill me."

"Ha!" Umbridge sneers at me. "You don't have the balls to kill me Potter! You're just a whiny little brat who thinks everyone should contort to your every whim. If anything happens that you don't like, you'd just go cry to Dumbledore! You're nothing!"

I frown at her taunts but put my wand away. Umbridge smirks triumphantly, but the smirk disappears when she sees one on my face as well.

"You're right." I said slowly. "I was a whiny little bitch. I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn't consider any of the big pictures. You're right that I didn't have any balls." I stare into the depths of her eyes and let the animalistic Slytherin side of me take over.

"How very unfortunate for you that I've decided to grow some!" I declare and approach a now stunned Umbridge. I pick her up by the throat with one hand and bring her face close to mine. "May Lucifer have mercy on your soul..."

Umbridge's eyes widen, but she doesn't have any time to react as I toss her head first into the turbine of engine four. Her ear piercing screams are cut short and replaced by a sound of grinding meat and bones. With a satisfactory smirk and sigh of relief, I turn around to go and help Bella. Apparently, she didn't need any help, as she was standing on the cabin and had been watching me with calculating eyes.

"Harry...are you alright?" she asked softly as I walk up to her. She examines my torn shirt and pants from when Umbridge tried to ram me off the plane.

"I'm alright," I respond and give her the once over. She was perfectly unscathed. Figures that I would be torn up fighting one flying adversary and she would be perfectly fine fighting three. How the hell does she do it? I didn't have time to ask as an explosion threw us both off our feet. I looked over to see engine four on fire.

"Oh shit!" I yelled. "We have to get out of here! The wing is leaking gas and this entire plane is about to blow!"

"Apparate?" Bella asked with wide eyes. I shook my head and looked around. There had to be another way as we were over the English Channel and at least fifty miles from any land.

"The broom!" I yelled and quickly jumped on the gas laden wing to grab it. Bella hopped down and got on the broom behind me.

"Hang on!" I screamed behind me and I felt her nod. Without any more hesitation, I kicked off and flew as fast as I could away from the plane. No sooner had we traveled about a hundred meters when a huge explosion rocked the atmosphere. We turned around to see a huge scorching fireball zoom across the night sky and raining debris.

"That was too close..." I muttered and we stayed watching the spectacle for a while before the entire plane plunged into the English Channel. I sighed and shook my head sadly. Many innocent people died today. And for what? Were they just sacrifices made to get at me?

A year ago I would have locked myself under the stairs and cried pitifully, blaming myself for someone else trying to kill me. This year, I could only think of one person at fault: Fudge. That self-serving manipulative bastard! He was going to die if I had anything to say about it. Bella hugged me from behind and my anger diminished. Revenge on that fucker could wait. As of now, I had more important things to do.

Without another thought about Fudge, I flew off into the night sky.

A/N: Sorry for the late update with this chapter, but I had 4 finals to study for. Last one is tomorrow and I figured I might as well finish this chapter as a break from studying.

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