Last time, Bellatrix Lestrange had our heroes surrounded by the creatures, now known as Kandarian demons. Draco was forced to admit that he joined the Death Eaters of his own free will, but Harry didn't care. While exchanging words with Lestrange, they were interrupted by a sudden explosion. Will and the other guardians transformed and proceeded to thrash the demons. Harry chased after Lestrange, while Draco and Pansy escaped. Just as another explosion erupted, Ron was attacked by a demon with an ax. Will he live? Read on to find out. Warning, there's some explicit language as well as some gay references. Rated PG. Without further to do, on with the show!
Chapter 16: The Ramblers
"Ron look out!" shouted Herminoe as one of the demons rushed from behind Ron, its ax raised to strike him down. As the ax fell, the demon suddenly jerked as if it was hit several times. The sound of gunfire was in the air again. Before anyone knew it, the demon was dead, with more holes in it than Swiss cheese.
Ron looked up to see two men with AK-47's pointing at the demon. They both looked in their early 20's. One was taller than the other, and had brown hair and dark brown eyes. The second one also had brown hair, was slightly shorter than the first gunman, but had one green eye, and the other blue. They both wore tan jackets with American flag patches on the left sleeve. Below the patch was another one; this one of a silver hand inscribed in a bronze circle. The hand appeared to be grasping a gold hammer.
The walked over to Ron and stopped. "Dude you wanna get out of the way? I almost shot you there!" said the taller gunman in an New York City accent. "Yeah are you begging me instead to like, mess up your pizza face in front of your girlfriend there?" said the second, shorter gunman in an New Jersey accent, pointing at Herminoe. "'Cause I'll do it man! I'll do it!" The second gunman then brandished his fist in Ron's face.
"It's not worth it dude!" Yelled the first gunman as he tried to restrain his comrade. "Dude, it's not worth it!" "No man, we almost shot him man! My dad owns a dealership!" exclaimed the second gunman. "Dude do you know who his dad is?" asked the first gunman. "He is totally rich, he will totally hook you up dude, we're drunk." He said in Ron's face.
"Are these the ones 'The Stranger' said is coming to help?" asked a somewhat confused Hermione. "I have no idea." Replied Irma. The second gunman walked towards Ron. "So then you don't mind if I talk to her?" he asked while pointing at Taranee. "I guess so." Said a confused Ron. The second gunman turned towards Taranee. "What's up little Lady?" "Dude, she's got wings on her back." Said the first gunman. "No man, she's good to go." The second gunman said reassuringly.
"Hey, um, my dad's like totally rich, we own this dealership, and what sorority are you in?" asked the second gun rather quickly. "First of all," said Taranee in a stern voice, "I'm still in High School. And second, I already have a boyfriend." "Aw, she burned you dude!" exclaimed the first gunman. "Oh, so you couldn't get into a sorority?" asked the second gunman. "I'm fifteen for crying out loud!" said Taranee, now about to lose he cool.
"This is beat, total minor party, uh I think." Said the first gunman. "But we're out of here, come on D.P. let's go." "But what else is open," said D.P. "Besides your mouth when you're like kissing on some gay dude, and like holding his muscles 'cause his arms are like, wrapped around you, and you feel like so safe, 'cause you're like, not that you're gay or nothing, but god, you just want to like, burry yourself in his chest and just live there forever?"
"I'm outta here." Said Taranee as she flew off to kill some more demons. "By the way Skeater," said D.P. to the first gunman, "That picture of the showers, that was a Photo Shop thing Okay? That wasn't me." "Yo D. to the P. Let's go! We're missing all the action!" exclaimed Skeater. "Hang on man, there's plenty of action here." Said D.P. He walked over to Cornelia now.
"What's your name, babe?" he asked the earth guardian. "I'm Cornelia." She replied. "Ah, you want to take me to your dorm room for a drink or something?" asked D.P. "No," replied Cornelia, as she grabbed Irma. "But I believe this little lady needs to have a life experience." She then pushed Irma towards the one called D.P. "No way in hell am I going out with that." She said. "He reeks of alcohol and god knows what else!" "Aw, rejected!" exclaimed the one called Skeater.
"'Are you two going to stand around, hitting on girls all day, or are you going to get some work done?" asked a sharp British accent from behind the two gunmen. The voice came from a woman with a cutlass sheath in her belt. She had long black braided hair, and very thick eyelashes. The woman looked about 23 years old. She had the same colored jacket as the gunmen. Herminoe noticed that while the men's jackets had an American flag patch on the left sleeve above the symbol, the woman's sleeve had a British flag on hers.
"Sorry Doss Lady," Said Skeater scornfully, "But it was his fault!" He then pointed at D.P. "I've told you not to call me 'Boss Lady.'" Said the woman, advancing on Skeater. "And you'll do well to remember it, Zarnold Edward Quigly!" "Zarnald!" exclaimed Irma as she succumbed to laughter, "What kind of name is Zarnold?" "Dude, are you going to take that?" asked D.P. "Yo, bros call me Skeater!" he said.
"Whatever," said the woman, "Just go find Max, and tell him 'it's' not here. Can you do that?" "No problem Boss Lady." said Skeater. "I heard that." Replied the woman as the two went off. "Bitch," whispered D.P. "I heard that too!" she yelled. The woman then turned to Ron, Herminoe and the others. "Sorry about those two," she said, "They're chronic 'frat' boys. Oh where are my manners?" she asked with a smile. "Captain Jillian Sparrow at your service, but you can call me Jill." Said Jill. "Jill Sparrow?" asked Herminoe, "Are you in any way related to the pirate Jack Sparrow?" 'That's 'Captain' Jack Sparrow." Replied Jill seriously. "Oh she's related," whispered Irma.
Just then, Hay Lin returned from punching a hole in the ranks of the demons. "Okay, Draco and Pasy have made their escape, I think they'll be alright. She looked around, "Where's Will?" she asked. She then saw Jill. "And who is this?" Jill began to walk away, but stopped and turned around. "Well, aren't you lot coming along?" she asked. "We are all on the same side in this war, aren't we?" "Just where are we going?" asked Cornelia. "You'll see." Replied Jill with a large smile.
Meanwhile…
Harry ran after Bellatrix Lestrange in hope of avenging the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. All he could think about was 'she must pay, she must pay.' Just ash Harry was in range of hexing her, Lestrange apparated out of the area. Harry stopped running and yelled into the sky " You Damn Coward! Come back here and fight!" He collapsed to the ground, panting for breath. At that time, Will landed next to him. "Harry?" she asked, "Are you all right?" Harry looked up at Will with a mixed look of anger and exhaustion. "That, that Death Eater, she killed my godfather. And tortured countless others. She's just as evil as Voldemort. Worse, if possible."
Will sad next to Harry. "This is the second time she's escaped from me, it won't happen again." Said Harry with grim determination. "Harry, I'm sorry for you, but is revenge worth tearing yourself apart?" Will took his hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Justice will be served, Harry. 'What goes around, comes around.'" "You're right Will," said Harry, "I shouldn't act like this." They both stood up as Will powered down to her normal attire. "So, we're going to head back to the others, find the remaining Horcruxes, dispose of them, and finally kill Voldemort." Said Will reassuringly. "Yes, but first we need to kill Snape." Replied Harry. "Of course." Said Will.
Just then, they herd the same second explosion, followed by gunfire, as mentioned at the end of the last chapter. "Now what?" Harry and Will both asked at the name time. They both ran toward where the explosion came from. They saw several of the demons surrounding a man in a tan jacket. He was of medium height, had brown hair, brown eyes and looked to be in his mid-twenties. "We've got to help him, who ever he is." Insisted Harry. But before either could move, the man grabbed one of the demons, and delivered a punch that tore it's head off. He then swung another punch at a demon that was sneaking up behind him. "I'm not sure he needs our help." Remarked Will.
The man delivered punch, kick and other various martial-arts moves to the demons, until there were none left alive. He looked around, as if searching for something else to fight. Then, he saw Harry and Will. "Oh crap, he's seen us." Said Will. "I know." Replied Harry. The man advanced towards them, his hands moving to his sides where he drew two very large revolvers.
"Holly crap on a pita! He's gonna shoot us!" exclaimed Will. But the man didn't shoot them. "GET DOWN!" he shouted. Harry and Will dropped to the ground as two demons swung their weapons at where they were just standing. They hit nothing but empty air as the man fired both revolvers. Each demon was hit in the head, and fell to the dirt, dead as a doornail.
The man holstered his guns and walked over to Will and Harry as they got up. "Forgive me if this sounds weird," said the man, "But do either of you happen to know a strange man with glowing blue eyes?" But before Harry or Will could answer, they were interrupted by the arrival of one of the gunmen mentioned earlier this chapter. "Max! Yo, Max!" It was the gunman with the mismatched eyes. "What's up Mr. Quigly?' asked the man apparently called Max. "The Boss Lady told me to tell you that 'it's' not here." "Damn it!" he exclaimed. "Well, it can't be helped. Go back to Jill, I'll be along soon." The gunman turned away, but was stopped by Max. "Oh, two more things Skeater. One, I'm the boss. Two, Jill hates being called 'Boss Lady.' If you're going to remain on this team, you need to remember the little things Okay?"
"Okay, Boss Man" replied Skeater as he rushed off. "Don't call me that!" said Max in an exasperated tone. "Why do I even bother?" he asked himself out loud before seeing Harry and Will again. "Oh, sorry about that. Anyway, do you know a strange man with glowing blue eyes?" "Yes, I know him." Replied Harry. "Oh good. Now, Do you happen to be either Harry Potter, or Willma Vandom?" Will stepped forward to speak. "I'm Willma Vandom, and I like being called Will. And that's because I hate being called Wilma, thank you very much." She said in a slightly annoyed tone.
"Oh, okay then," said Max, slightly taken aback. "Then you must be Harry Potter." "That's me." Said Harry. "Pleased to meet you," said the gunman as he held out his hand. "I'm Max Kildare, leader of 'The Ramblers.'" He shook hands with Harry and Will. "Like wise," said Harry, "But who are 'The Ramblers?'" "Let's just say that kicking evil in the ass is our M.O." Said Max. "That's all I can say for now, so let's head back to the others, and I'll explain more back at H.Q."
Meanwhile…
"So if you're not muggles," said Ron, "Then what are you?" "Can you keep a secret?" asked Jill. "Yes," replied Ron. "So can I." "Yo, Boss Lady!" shouted Skeater who had just returned with D.P. "I told you not to call me that!" exclaimed Jill. "You call me that again, and I'll dock you two weeks pay." Just then, Harry and Will arrived with Max. "All right Ramblers," said Max, "Let's get Rambling!"
The end of chapter 16. Next chapter, Harry and company arrives at the mobile headquarters of The Ramblers. See you next time!
