Chapter 26
The Duel
In moments that seemed to last eternity in themselves, Wormtail cut both Harry's and my bindings away, our wands thrust back into our hands.
Harry and I glanced at each other when I was pulled away and was surrounded by six Death Eaters…the one's I vaguely knew. Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair and…Malfoy.
I was surrounded six to one, the odds were in…and I didn't stand a chance in hell.
I was a fourteen year old girl, and they were all full grown men! What the hell was I supposed to do to save my own ass?
Voldemort and Harry were starting their own duel, Harry being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse as I just stood there.
That's when I did what is now known throughout Hogwarts as a classic "Hannah Potter escape attempt".
"Well…" I said, stretching my arms over my head "This obviously has nothing to do with me so…I'd best be…leaving!" I said, starting to run towards the Triwizard Cup.
Someone grabbed my arms and pulled me into them. "You think we're stupid, Potter?" Malfoy's voice hissed in my ear. "You're not going anywhere unless you can take us all on at once."
"It's impossible!" said two men (Crabbe and Goyle?) "There's one her and six us's."
"I stand by the statement that you two dorks have…the worst…grammar…ever!" Malfoy said before turning to my face "But I agree, she's too small and weak to take us all on. She's more of…a damsel in distress. She's probably waiting for my son to come and rescue her."
I growled. Nobody…nobody called Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter a damsel in distress. So, I contradicted them all by doing the first thing on the list of things I did when I was in trouble.
I cracked open a can of whoopass on their asses.
I kicked the Death Eater holding me in the nuts and dropped down like in that Karate Kid movie Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia made me watch with Dudley (who knew it was good for something?).
Nott (I could tell because he lost his hood and that he had his son's hair colour) charged at me and I got him in the face with a well aimed punch, while Harry watched, shocked, but still focused on avoiding Voldemort.
Crabbe and Goyle (The only other two besides Lucius Malfoy who weren't incapacitated with their crotch or their face) charged at me and I jumped into a tree and climbed (Thank Merlin Draco showed me how to do that in first year!) to a not too far up limb.
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, each thinking Where'd she go?
I smirked and cleared my throat "Who's the damsel in distress now?" I asked, jumping down from the tree and bashing their heads together, knocking them out cold.
I meant to land on my feet…but my klutz nature had another plan.
I landed on my left foot…and my right ankle.
I swore loudly and gripped it as I fell onto my backside. "Just my bloody luck!" I shouted "Now I'm royally Skinnered!"
And it seemed that I was, Lucius Malfoy was advancing on me, a wand in his hand…and my wand was out of reach.
Malfoy smirked "I guess you are nothing but a damsel in distress." he sneered "Crucio!"
I screamed and started sobbing as once again, I felt that unbearable pain, making the pain in my ankle and sides increase tenfold.
It didn't last as long as Krum's curse on Cedric and I was…it was longer. So long, in fact that I passed out.
…
When I came to, I was still looking up into Malfoy's face.
"You bastard!" I snapped as strong as I could manage.
Malfoy smirked and I shot up, wanting to make him black out, wanting to use that same curse on him, to hell who he was! At that moment, I didn't give a crap that he was my boyfriend's father…I just wanted to kill the prick!
I struggled to my feet (my ankle was still killing me) and tried to lunge for Malfoy when I saw it.
We weren't in the cemetery anymore…we were further away from where we were then I could imagine.
Harry's and Voldemort's wands were connected with a gold light, forming a dome around them both, not two meters away from where I was.
A strange haunting sound was coming from the dome, almost like a song.
There was screams of pain coming from Voldemort's wand, cutting through the music, and slowly, people were coming out of the tip of his wand.
Cedric; that old man from the manor dream over the summer; some Ministry witch who's disappearance was talked about a lot that year, Bertha Jorkins; and, just coming from Voldemort's wand, was my father.
Dad looked at Harry and then to me and smiled "Your mother's coming. She wants to see you two…Hang on, Harry." Dad said, before landing in between Jorkins and the old man.
Then, not too far after Dad, came someone who looked a hell of a lot like me. Long hair, except hers was red, Harry's green eyes, and my figure and complexion.
"Mum?" I said shocked.
Mum turned and smiled at me before turning seriously to Harry "When the connection's broken, we will linger for only moments, but we'll but you and Hannah time to get out of here. Get to the Cup, it will take you both back to Hogwarts, do you understand me?"
"Yes!" Harry shouted.
"Yes!" I shouted.
Dad turned to me and smirked "And, Hellion? Tell the son of that git to treat you well." he said, nodding towards Malfoy "And feel free to open a can of whoopass on him."
I smirked and grabbed Malfoy by the upper arm, tackling him to the ground with almost superhuman strength.
I stood up and put on foot on Malfoy's chest, beaming with pride and Mum and Dad smiled.
"Who's the damsel in distress now, Malfoy?" I sneered down at the blond man that sired my boyfriend.
Malfoy sneered "It may not be you now, Potter. But one day you will be the damsel in distress, waiting for someone to save you."
I smirked and leaned down into Malfoy's face "Maybe…but not in this lifetime!" I shouted, stamping on his nose hard, relishing in the break.
"That was for cursing me into oblivion." I sneered as Harry broke the connection with a loud "NOW!"
Harry ran over and grabbed my arm, flinging me over his back to carry me piggyback to the Portkey and Cedric's body.
Stunners were flying in all directions, some missing me so close it ruffled through my hair.
"STUN THEM!" Voldemort screamed.
"HANG ON, SIS!" Harry said, ducking hard behind a marble angel to avoid another flurry of red lights ten feet from Cedric and the Cup.
"Stand aside!" Voldemort said, his voice closer than I ever thought possible in such a short period of time "I will kill him! He's mine!"
"Him? He's?" I said. "He must only be after you!" I said to Harry.
Harry dove again and grabbed Cedric's arm, handing it to me.
I winced from how cold it was and handed it back to him.
"Hannah, use your telekinesis to get the Cup!" Harry said.
"I can't!" I said desperately "I haven't used it in weeks!"
"TRY, HANNAH!" Harry shouted desperately clinging to me.
I strained myself and thought about the Cup going into Harry's and my hands and soon enough, it did.
"GRAB HOLD, HARRY!" I screamed, blocking out Voldemort's scream of fury.
There was another wrench above my naval, and we were spinning again in a mix of colours. Harry and I were going back to school.
Still, all I could think about was Draco, how worried he must have been, and what he was going to do when he saw me again.
That…and why the hell did my dad call me Hellion?
