Welcome back, I dont know if its that you guys like Ginny/Neville so much or that Luna/Lucas sounds so appealing, but they won by a landslide. Seriously between the PM's and the review votes, it was like 20-10. This story had two paths it could take both of which are kinda lengthy but it'll be worth it. Someone asked me where Draco keeps his bow, kinda an odd question but I'll entertain it. If you've ever played Dragon Quest VIII, the character Angelo has a holster on the side of his leg for a bow, that's how Draco stores his.
Disclaimer - I do NOT own Harry Potter (or Full Metal Alchemist!)
-Chapter 8: Recovery and Answers-
Draco let out a grunt as he shifted Lucas' weight, "I think we should get back to base before we do anything."
"I agree," added Neville, "Lucas might be stable but we need to keep him monitored. There might also be internal damage, and I'll need to get to work on that arm of his."
Harry nodded and opened his phone, "Teams one, two, and three requesting emergency extraction. Prepare a room, we have injured."
"Acknowledged," the voice paused for a moment, "Number of evacs?"
With a silent count of the Weasley family and the Grangers, he grimaced, "Twenty."
"Twenty! Good lord!" a sound was heard that resemebled someone being smacked across the head, "Yes sir, sorry sir. Locking onto coordinates. Evac'ing in five...four...three...two..."
"It would be best to close your eyes," stated Luna as the assassins did so. Before they complied the Weasleys and Grangers caught sight of a blinding white light that seemed to come from thin air. Several more flashes and the group found themselves in a room lined with metal and glass, beeping and other odd noises began to flood their senses. Luna's serene voice cut through it all, "We're back."
"I need a medical team here!" shouted a fast approaching man in black, "stop dawdling this is an emergency!"
Hermione's eyes narrowed on him. The same black greasy hair, towering height, and menacingly sharp tone. "Snape!" she shouted, reaching for her wand. The man had gotten older, but there was no doubt that this was the former terror of the Hogwarts dungeons, Severus Snape.
He ignored her and looked to Neville, "What potions have you given him?"
"A blood clotter that failed to work," he gave a frown at his possible failure, "a pain reliever, and a precautionary shot of silver nitrate."
"I see," he replied as the gears in his head began turning, once upon a time he would've written off Neville's failed potion as the bumbled work of an ignorant boy. Now, however, he was possibly the best potion brewer next to himself. Suddenly his head shot up as the medical team placed the alchemist's body on a stretcher, "We have to reopen the wounds, he's bleeding into his body." With several flicks of his wand small cuts began to appear and ooze more blood than was possible. "Miss Delacour's healing spell sealed the skin, but for some reason the blood is not clotting," He reached out and gripped Harry's shoulder, stopping the young man from taking off after the medics and his partner, "You and Malfoy will escort the Weasleys and the Grangers to their quarters, after that get in uniform, you're all back on duty. I will give you an update when he's stable. Longbottom, with me. "
Neville nodded, "Yes sir!" in a whirl of Snape's black coat they were both quickly on the tails of the medical personel
Draco let out an audible sigh, "You heard him, let's go Potter."
Harry nodded and gave a half hearted wave for the group to follow, "Come on then."
"I am zorry 'Arry," stated Fluer, "I waz sure ee's woundz were 'ealed."
The green eyed man shook his head, "I doubt that you failed anything Fluer," he jammed his hands into his pant's pockets. "The truth is that there are curses and poisons that cause wounds to bleed profusely. Vampire's saliva also has the ability to stop blood clotting as to not inhibit feeding." He turned and smiled softly, "If anything you helped him survive a bit longer."
"Snape's with him now," added Draco as he slid his bow into his leg holster, "He'll be fine."
"First Harry, then Draco, Luna, Pansy, and Neville," huffed Ginny as she stepped into stride beside Hermione. The taller girl looked over at her, "Now Snape! What's next Dumbledore?"
"Ah, I see my surprise has been spoiled slightly," came a soft voice from behind the group. Everyone save the two assassins and the Grangers paled and turned to see the old headmaster looking as vibrant and mischevious as ever, "Or perhaps not."
"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!"
"ALBUS?"
"DUMBLEDORE!"
"SMARMY OLD COOT!"
A light chuckle came from the aged man, "Smarmy old coot, that is a name I've yet to be called. Thank you miss Weasley." He passed the stunned audience and stepped up to Draco and Harry, "I consider this a successful mission, please see yourselves to your dormitories and get cleaned up. We will reconvene in the medical bay in an hour." He then turned to the group of redheads plus three, "I believe you have some burning questions to ask, I will do my best to quel the fires."
a while later Luna was sitting on the bed in Draco and Pansy's room, waiting for the raven haired girl to get into uniform. The women's outfits were identical to the men's, but instead of a double breasted trenchcoat they wore a black sports coat. Despite the professional appearance the outfits hugged the girls' quite well. A sigh escaped the blonde woman as she tucked one of her wands behind her ear, which were still adorned with her silver radish earrings. She looked up to see Pansy's brown eyes searching her own, "Hmm?"
"You're brooding," she stated as she pulled on her black pants and buttoned them, "that's not a very Luna thing to do."
Luna shook her head, "I am merely concerned for Lucas' health."
"...and secretly wishing he would wake up and snog you senseless," added the other woman with a grin
The blonde blushed slightly, "And they called me Loony?" Her eyes then took on their slightly dazed look, "he is an important person, to all of us."
"Won't deny you there love," replied Pansy
-Flashback-
"You were always a worthless little brat!" shouted Lucius Malfoy as he pointed his wand at his own son, "A filthy piece of trash that couldn't even complete the ONE task the dark lord gave you!" His sneer twisted into a sadistic smile as he looked over to the black haired girl with his heir, "I think I'll kill you while she watches, then I'll have my turn with her."
"I'LL KILL YOU!" shouted Draco as he lept from the ground
Before he could assault the older Malfoy he was hit in the chest by a red light Lucius' wand, "Crucio!"
"DRACO!" shouted Pansy as she leveled her wand to the deatheater, "let him go or I'll kill you!" She began launching curses at him. Beginning a duel she could never hope to win. Doing her best to dodge and weave his hexes and jinxes
"Expelliarmus!" he cried. The spell fell into her path of movement and sent her flying one direction, and her wand the other. "Pathetic-unnf!"
Pansy looked up to see a silver arrow in the right side of Lucius' chest. The man began to raise his wand when another arrow joined the first, then another, and another. "What?" she questioned, turning her head revealed a shaky Draco clutching a silver bow and a handsome man in black standing next to him. The unknown person was whispering something to the Young Slytherin, who could only nod mutely while gazing down at the woman that took on his father just to save him. Apparently the conversation was finished and Draco was now stumbling towards her, "Pansy?" his voice was uncharacteristically soft and warm, "are you, ok?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded, "I'm fine, are you?" He mimiced her and nodded, then fell down on his knees and began sobbing. She wrapped her arms around him, "It's over, it's all over."
"You're both banged up pretty bad," stated the unidentified person as he offered a smile, "it's best that we get you out of here."
Pansy nodded slightly, "Who are you?"
"Lucas, Lucas Digonas," he replied, a jet of green light lit up the sky. "Damnit! Will you be alright for now? I think I have to go help someone else," he smiled as the two nodded, "good, please don't go anywhere, our medical personel are coming."
"Odd sort of character," stated Draco as he leaned back against a tree, his right leg was obviously broken, "You were magnificent, you never told me you could duel like that."
Pansy shrugged, "You never asked."
"There's a lot I've never asked..." he paused and ran his hands through his dirt, and blood, caked platinum hair, "I'd like to change that, if you'll have me."
His answer came in the form of a gentle and salty kiss, "If I'll have you? As if I was anyone elses, face it Malfoy you're stuck with me."
"You realize that you've probably ruined the one moment where I would be completely sincere, eh Parkinson?" he questioned with a smirk
Pansy shuddered, "I know, I was waiting for you to break out into song."
-End Flashback-
"See I knew Draco was a sweet boy," stated Luna with a soft smile, she was hit by something big and blue, it was Draco's jacket.
"I am not a sweet boy," came the drawling voice of her partner as he entered his and his wife's room. He cocked an eyebrow at Pansy's state of half-dress and Luna glaring up from his bed, "I can't help but feel like I've either intruded on a personal moment of reflection or I have horrible luck and missed my wife shagging my partner." He managed to duck into the bathroom before his jacket was launched at him as well as a hairbrush, "We're meeting in the hospital wing in an hour!" he shouted over the water and through the door, "think Commander Dumbledore is going to extract Digonas' memory."
"You should get your pensive Luna," stated Pansy as she buttoned her coat, now fully matching her friend, "You're really the best at it." She watched as Luna nodded slowly then made for the door, "He'll be fine Luna."
She turned and smiled sweetly, "Of course."
Pansy sighed at the closed door, "Bloody confusing," she turned and came face to face with her husband, who was apparently leering at her, "what?"
"Have I told you how fantastic you look in that?" he smirked and stepped closer, causing her to blush slightly. Trust Draco Malfoy to make you feel like a crushing little school girl even after being married for four years
"You should get dressed," she stammered and pointed at his towel. She was then pinned inbetween him and the wall, "We don't have time to - oh," she gasped as kisses were placed along her jawline and neck. Her resolve caved when teeth sank lightly into her ear. "Oh bugger it!" she reached into her coat and pulled out her wand, putting a silencing charm on the room and locking the door.
A giggle escaped Luna as she heard a muffled 'Bugger it!' from her partner and his wife's room. She huffed and blew a piece of hair out of her face, "Pensive, pensive," she mumbled her chant as she began digging through the cluttered mass that was her room. A squeaking noise was heard as a stuffed elephant hit the wall with a thump. "Now where did I..." she trailed off as she scanned her room, "AH HAH!" Indeed she had located the silver bowl, it was currently holding the remnants of her breakfast, cheeri-o's. WIth a quick dump into the trash and a 'Scourgify' she was marching towards medical ward, pensive bowl tucked under her arm. After a moment she reached up and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, absentmindedly running her hand over the faint scar that adorned her beatutiful face. It started above her right eyebrow and reached completely across to her right ear. She clutched her pensive tightly to her chest with both arms as her eyes glazed over.
-Flashback-
Luna frantically ducked behind a large oak tree to avoid a blasting curse from her opponent. As she tried to regain her breath, something warm and red flowed into her vision. Reaching up, she flinched when she felt the deep gash and the length of it. A rustling of underbrush told her someone was approaching. Without hesitation she launched herself deeper into the woods while firing movement hindering curses in a futile attempt to put some distance between herself and her pursuer. She staggered slightly as more blood poured from her forehead and several other small cuts along her body. Her hogwarts uniform was in tattered pieces due to her making make-shift bandages. Fatigue and bloodloss finally caught up with her as she stumbled and then fell into a patch of leaves. She managed to roll herself over and brace her back against a tree, with a sigh she readied her wand and prepared for a final stand. Closing her eyes momentarily to line up her spells, she felt something like cloth being placed over her gaping wound. Her sapphire orbs flashed open to see a man she had never met before looking at her face intently, "That's pretty deep," he reached to his pocket and removed a small vile of green liquid. He removed the cork with his teeth and spread it over the blood stained cloth in his hand, "I have to go deal with your friend, this is a healing balm. It'll stop the blood flow and close your wound, the longer you wait the worse it will get."
She hesitantly took the item from him, "Thank you." With a soft smile and a nod the man was gone. A shakey and pale hand brought the cloth up to her wound, she could feel a slight tingle and the pain began to numb. Satisfied that no more blood was flowing from her major wound she began to treat her smaller ones. Her fingers curled around the once white, now crismson, piece of material. As she began to drift into unconciousness an anguished cry and then a large explosion ripped through the air. Now clutching her wand with a newfound strength she waited for any signs of movement, was the stranger dead? was the deatheater dead? A shuffling of leaves caused her to tense with fear and anxiety. Taking a furtive glance around the tree she blanched, the deatheater was stumbling aimlessly, his right arm missing and his robes were burnt away in places.
"Where are you demon!" shouted the dismembered man. Luna paled, was he talking about her? She wasn't a demon, but then she remembered the stranger. The dark wizard took a labored breath, "SHOW YOURSELF!" Then the ground came to life, a hand of rock shot out and gripped the deatheater in an inescapable hold. Before the man could utter another curse, a faint clicking was heard, then another explosion engulfed him.
She jerked her head back behind the tree as debris flew by. After a moment she drew herself to her feet and began to stumble toward the source of the explosion, "H-hello?" she whispered with her wand out in front of her. Using a tree as support she took a short breath, "Are you there?" No response came, so again she closed in on the area where the deatheater had met his end. With only a few yards seperating her and the area of the explosion, she caught her foot on a tree root and began to fall. Before she hit the ground someone was infront of her and had her braced against their body.
"You're the second tough-girl I've met today," came a softly chiding voice, "you've lost too much blood to be trying to move around this much." When she looked up she met two crimson orbs, streaked with shades of black and yellow. "Lucas Digonas, nice to meet you."
"L-Luna Lovegood," she stammered as a tinge of pink crept up her face. She placed both hands on his chest and pushed herself upright, "thank you for helping me, but I have to go help Harry now."
Lucas shook his head, "Sorry but you're not in any condition to help anyone, you'd just get in the way." She glared her best and he only smirked, "I will help Harry Potter, you will rest."
"Harry is fighting Tom Riddle, I am going to help," she stated with a note of defiance. "You won't stop me from helping my friend," her wand was now pointed at the taller man. It was a horrible bluff, she could barely stand and if she even tried a lumos, her legs would likely give out. From the look on the man's face, he knew that. With a huff she lowered her wand and her eyes began to tear up, "You will swear to go and help Harry immdediately."
Lucas nodded, "I will as soon as you promise to rest and not move. One of our medics will come and retrieve you shortly." He unclasped his long coat and wrapped it around her, "I know it's hard but try to stay awake until they arrive." Lowering her to the ground gently he gave her a cheesy grin, "I guess I get to play knight in shining armor one more time." He reached up and traced the wound over her eye, "It's going to scar, it was too deep not to."
Luna shook her head, "That does not matter, please go and help Harry, you promised." In one swift movement Lucas was gone
-End Flashback-
Finally reaching the hospital wing she pressed the button on the wall and watched in amusement as the doors swung open. Any other day she would have her normal routine of pressing the button until Snape yelled at her to stop fooling around, but this wasn't the time for foolishness. As she rounded the corner she nearly dropped the pensive. Severus was drenched in sweat and his chest was heaving, the wall his only support. To his right was Neville, his physical abilities were higher than the former potions master's therefore his breathing was harsh, but less labored. "Neville?" she questioned tentatively, "how is he?"
Honey brown eyes met with sky blue, "He's stable," he grunted and pushed his six foot-two form back in the chair he was currently seated in, "It was the oddest spell I've ever seen. Dr. Lee is stitching him up now."
Luna saw the small, black haired, asian woman step from behind the curtain and smile, "His wounds are closed, instead of magical means I decided to go the muggle route and use stitchings. That way if he begins to bleed again we can simply cut the threads."
"I garauntee that will not happen," interupted Snape glaring at the woman, "Longbottom and I are quite efficient at our craft, and I'll thank you not to insult our abilities."
"And if that doesn't work we can always plug the cuts with Severus' ego," stated Harry as he entered the room, he recieved a cold sneer from his former professor. "Oh come on, I thought we were past the dirty looks," the sneer was multiplied, "fine fine you can take house points if it makes you feel better!" This comment caused Neville to snicker in a not so inconspicuous manner. The green eyed man's smile dropped when his eyes fell on the wad of clothing on the floor, and the bed hidden by a curtain, "He's not going to like that you cut his jacket, or his shoes for that matter...is he...ok?"
"His blood pressure is coming back up and his heart is beating stronger," replied Lee as she turned a scathing look back on Snape that caused the man to flinch slightly, "and despite Severus' complaints I am quite confident in his and Neville's cure."
Harry huffed as an arm was slung over his shoulder. He turned to see one Draco Malfoy looking like he just won the lottery, "Told you he would be alright Potter, we've got the best." The blonde's smile was contageous and soon the man who lived found himself grinning as well.
Luna was staring at the curtain when a voice broke her trance, "have you seen him yet?" questioned Pansy. She shook her head and cast her gaze downwards
"Then I believe that would be the best thing to do at this time," came the voice of Dumbledore from the doorway, the warriors went ridged and saluted him. The old man frowned at their antics, "This is not the time for theatrics, we have a wounded man who most likely needs our support." As he swept into the room Ginny Weasley and Hermione Grainger, both dressed in normal muggle clothing, followed him in.
Harry threw a questioning glance at Dumbledore, "Commander?"
"In time Harry," replied the old wizard, Harry learned ages ago that the man answered questions in his own time. "We are able to see him then Ms. Lee?" he questioned
The woman nodded hesitantly, but held a hand up to offer a warning, "Please understand something. When we got him he was in mid crash, his vitals were falling and we had to take life saving measures. His..." she paused and swallowed a lump in her throat, "his appearance is not what you are accustomed to seeing, please be prepared."
This seemed to sober everyone up, even Dumbledore lost the slight smile that was constantly on his face. If Neville's now pained expression was any indication of the status of the alchemist, then it was not pretty. With a deep breath the group moved around the curtain to their friend.
Harry flinched hard and turned away, "Goddamnit man."
Luna dropped her pensive bowl and began to sob into Pansy's jacket, "Oh god."
The Raven haired Malfoy's tears flowed freely while clutching her friend, "It's...ok love, remember the Doc said he was getting better." Her voice betrayed her as it cracked in mid sentence.
Draco seemed to be stunned into a half grimace and half pained expression, "Bloody bastards."
Dumbledore frowned deeply at his third in command's form. Lucas had an I.V. in his right arm that connected to the container of blood hanging from a tall metal stand. His face was pale and slack, like he couldn't even notice the long plastic tube lodged in his throat, continously feeding his lungs with oxygen. Bruises litered his body, while the surgical cuts made by snape were stitched closed, making him look more like a science experiment than a person. Finally the remaining bits of his auto-mail arm were lying on the floor next to his clothes, showing that his true arm stopped slightly above his elbow.
Ginny stepped back around the curtain and collapsed into a chair, a wave of nausia sweeping over her. A gentle hand was placed on her shoulder, when she looked up she met Neville's smiling face. "Here," he reached to his belt and withdrew a vial of a smokey grey liquid, "it'll stop that queezy feeling in your stomach."
"Th-thank you," she replied shakily. In one gulp the fluid was down and her stomach was feeling much better, also her anxiety was seemingly washed away.
The brown haired man sat next to her, "it's a stomach relaxer and a calming draught. Made it myself."
"You've gotten a bit better at potions then?" questioned the redhead with a small smile, "and definately a bit more confidence, it looks very good on you Neville."
The man turned beet red and chuckled nervously, "Re-really?"
Around the curtain Hermione was in a mix of rage and heart wrenching guilt, "It's my fault," she mumbled, "I should've helped him, but he told me to get inside. I shouldn't have listened.." her voice cracked, "I should've-"
"Done exactly what you did," interupted Harry, still not looking at his partner, "If Lucas tells you something it's best to do it without question. Chances are that you would've gotten in the way." He stumbled backwards as she wrapped her arms around his waist and sobbed into his chest, he looked up to see Draco cock an eyebrow and mimic hugging someone. Hesitantly Harry brought his arms up around the brown haired woman's body, holding her gently.
Dumbledore gave Luna's shoulder a soft squeeze, "Miss Lovegood if you are feeling up to it could you please perform the memory extraction?"
Taking a shakey breath she nodded, "Yes," swiping her hand across her eyes she removed her wand from behind her ear and began to focus on the alchemist's memories of the past few hours. After a moment she placed her bowl on the rolling dinner table, with a swish of her wand a silver liquid was pulled from the side of Lucas' head and wrapped around the tip of Luna's wand, "here, this is the past five hours."
"If everyone could please enter the memory we will being," stated Dumbledore as he touched the silvery liquid and vanished. The others did the same, Harry bringing up the rear.
-Inside the Pensive-
Lucas was leaning back against his black BMW and looking around bored, "Hurry the hell up people!"
"I'll have you know that it takes time for a woman to properly prepare," came the scolding voice of Hermione from the front door, she was hauling a large black suitcase, "you could help."
"What the hell did you pack Granger?" questioned Malfoy with a raised brow
Hermione glared, "Oh be quiet. It's about to happen."
The alchemist's head whipped to the right and he pushed off the car, "Get inside Hermione, quickly." He slid his hand into his jacket and produced his black combat knife.
"What's wrong?" she questioned taking a step back, "Luca-?"
"GET INSIDE!" he shouted and vaulted away from his car. A large figure landed ontop of the pristine vehicle, it's body covered in fur, a low growl coming from it and long white teeth being exposed. "PROTECT YOUR PARENTS!" he shouted and engaged the creature.
Harry's head whipped around to the woods, "They had surrounded him," he stated as eyes gleamed throught the darkness, "I'm up to twenty."
"He knew they were there," stated Draco as he pointed at Lucas' memory form
The black haired man whipped around and slammed an airborn crescent kick into the jaw of his current target. Pivoting his body he landed in a crouch and raised his right hand, with a snap, a series of explosions erupted from the direction of at least five of the wolfmen. As a black blur closed in on him, the young man jerked his head to the side, allowing a clawed hand to merely graze his ear. Jerking his left arm back, he embedded his knife in the creature's gut and then ripped it upwards, spraying blood everywhere. Reaching back he gripped the now limp form and launched it over his shoulder at two approaching lycanthropes. Another creature latched onto his artificial limb, the jolt causing his weapon to be released from his grip. "Bastard!" shouted the alchemist and brought his free hand right infront of the monsters eye. A small snap ignited a miniscule explosion that relieved the creature of its eye and the back of his head.
Ginny watched in amazement, "He's brilliant."
"He's not even breaking a sweat," stated Pansy, "then what got him?"
Hermione scanned the area, "There!" she shouted.
"I see something, but what is it?" replied Harry
Draco narrowed his eyes, inhuman vision trying to capture any sign of movement, "It's a wizard."
Explosions began to echo through the area, sending whole wolves and body parts multiple directions. Lucas was now perched on the steps to the Grangers front door, his right hand creating a continous storm of electrical sparks. Finally he stopped and the detonations ceased, as the dust cleared it revealed several corpses and upturned earth. He let out an audible sigh, "Well that was clo-ack!"
A jet of orangish-red light slammed into his body and sent him flying off the porch, "Pitiful," came a gravely voice from a masked man garbed in deep red, "You dropped your guard."
"Actually," stated Lucas as he stood up and wiped the blood off his lip, "you dropped yours." With a snap an explosion engulfed the man, "idiot." He took a step towards the front door and immediately fell to his knees, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, "Shit."
Luna frowned, "That must have been the spell that caused the bleeding."
Staggering up to his feet he looked over the make shift battle field. More wizards were coming from the woods, "Not good." Slamming both hands together he pressed them to the brick wall of the Grangers, "I won't let you have them!" The transmutation energy ripped through the house as it shifted the building into an unidentified metal.
"Crucio!" shouted a female voice. The memory blurred slightly as the spell hit, then was released, "Reverse your spell alchemist!"
Lucas looked up to see the woman now directly in front of him, "I...don't think...I will..." He clapped his hands together and placed them on the ground, a smirk forming on his lips as the earth opened up and engulfed his body.
The woman pointed her wand at the ground and stepped back, others had began to fire off curses aimlessly into the dirt, "Stop firing and listen!"
"This is like knowing how a story ends but reading it anyway, biting your nails during the climax," growled Draco
Harry swore loudly, "That's why I couldn't contact him, he was underground!"
The wizards had moved close together in an attempt to limit the number of places the young man could appear, a slight tremor was felt before Lucas emerged from the earth. Two of the dark magicians fell from crossfire. The chaos was reigned in though, by the woman whom seemed to be the leader, with several orders the casters were spread out and firing relentlessly. The alchemist managed to dodge several blasts and sustain only moderate damage from a cutting curse or two. The battle was quickly falling in Lucas' favor as he ignited explosion after explosion while dodging with a practiced grace. "Stop his hand!" shouted one of the men, "that's how he creates the explosions!"
Lucas frowned and ducked an immobilizing hex, the glove on his left hand was damaged when the werewolf bit his arm. If his other one was destroyed or immobilized then he would have to rely on physical combat and basic transmutation. As he pushed off the ground a jolt of pain shot through his body, causing his legs to give way. He stumbled right into the path of a cutting curse, which sliced his right arm from the knuckle all the way to the elbow, destroying his remaining glove.
"They got lucky," hissed Pansy, "the bastards beat him, because they got a lucky shot."
Dumbledore sighed, "I would take luck over talent any day Mrs. Malfoy."
"It was more than luck," added Harry, "whatever that curse was that hit him in the very beginning did something else. See he's staggering around, and he's pale, he must've been bleeding internally the whole time."
"You're done alchemist! Now release your spell and die with some dignity!" shouted the shrill woman as she leveled her wand. There were only two wizards left, the leader and another.
Lucas grinned as he slumped and staggered towards the house, "What kinda bullshit philosophy is that?" Stated the man as he clapped his hands together, "We alchemist tend to be philosophers so pay attention.You can't die with dignity. Whether you're eighteen or eighty, it's always messy, always ugly..." he placed his right hand over his artificial limb, "You die with no dignity, but..." as the energy began to crackle he lashed out his left arm, a long pointed blade was formed. Starting at his forearm, ending two feet past his knuckles, and tearing through the artificial skin, "...you CAN live with it!" He charged with as much speed as his body could muster, running down the last remaining wizard before killing the leader. He was hit in the chest by a slashing curse as he beheaded the man. Not stopping his momentum he grabbed a sharp piece of splintered wood charged the final attacker. As he brought his bladed arm into a horizontal slash the woman hit it with a blasting curse, destroying it completely. Continuing his spin he firmly jammed the broken spike of wood into the witch's neck, ending her life. He staggered then fell to his knees, "thi..s...is..bad.." Finally he colapsed into the dirt and the memory went black.
-Outside the Memory-
Harry blinked furiously to stop his tears as they all firmly landed on the ground, "Oh god, I'm sorry..." he choked on a sob and fell to his knees, "I'm so sorry."
End Chapter 8
Read and Review - Dun dun dunnn, Harry still blames himself when things happen to his friends. I'm going to try and answer review individually next chapter so ask away. The girls are there for a reason, it will be revieled next chapter along with a flashback of the talk between the grangers, weasleys, and albus.
Chapter 9 preview - The new guys..er..girls
