Wow! 30 chapters! haha! Right well I'm thinking there is going to be about 5 chapters till summer (a chapter per month) then maybe 2-3 chapters in summer. I'm not going to concentrate so much on 7th year and after that... well i'll get there when i get there :D

To Flare

Remus

Screams. Everywhere the sharp pierces of shrieks shook the air, cut it with violent pain and fear. Panic shook and quivered the minds and leaked into the sounds and tastes and touches. It was chaos, a blur of colour and light clashing endlessly in a manic desperation. People were going everywhere and nowhere, just running to find some escape. My heart pounded and my eyes pushed through the crowds, but they were blind, my hands and arm tugged and strained against the mob of people on every side. I couldn't breathe, Merlin, what was going on!

I didn't know what was happening. Obviously it was the Death Eaters – who else – but that was merely a fact. I didn't know where they were, save for the random sight of black cloaks, wand sparks and the general epicentre of the madness. I didn't know what they were doing but what the screams hinted in the air. My mind was on a one track thought though. One track desperation, I didn't care about getting away, I didn't care about the fact that I could die. No. All that mattered was the fact that I had no idea where Lara was. Dammit!

I begged to Godric, Merlin and dammit even God that she was okay.

I knew in my heart of hearts that she would be in the centre. That is where she would always be, trying to help people despite the odds. Her and her twin would be unleashing whatever power they had hidden under their eyes, the one that we all knew was there. It was like what James said about the time Irvine confronted then for the first time "They were fearless, and something seemed to ripple along their skin. They were different and for a moment I was truly scared". I needed to get to her!

I don't know what had happened. It is a mush in my memory. One moment... one moment we were walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, teasing Alex for believing Sirius actually wanted to go to Puddifoot's. It was a sunny day, a normal day, the first in a long time and we were all relishing in just being together. Valentine's Day, as cheesy as it was, had rubbed off on us and even Peter was smiling and laughing for once. Sirius and James had dragged an unwilling Alex to the Quidditch shop to his dismay and Pete had followed them to give me and Lara some space. We had just decided to go to the Three Broomsticks for butterbeer when all hell broke loose. Lara had been ripped from my grasp as a flood of people rushed us the path. The last I had seen was her face breaking into vicious anger and her hand whipping out her wand.

All I could think of was getting back to her.

As I pushed through a beam of dark green light basted through the air and hit a girl, fourth year maybe, as she ran and she feel to the floor with a scream. It was then that I saw them. The Death Eaters. There were about twenty of them, all dressed in their signature black robes and metallic masks. They were sending spell after the spell at the retreating crowd and a couple were torturing students. I growled in horror when I saw a third year writhing and screeching on the dirt and a DE laughed maliciously. There were people fighting of course. I saw sixth years, seventh years and some adults dodging and sending spells, but they were only annoying them really and only a few of the spells got through.

There was Lara and Alex, they had predictably found themselves and were fighting as hard as they could, their wands twisting and flicking too fast to see. Except they were surrounded. Somehow they had managed to get into a fairly central position amongst the DE's and at least five were attacking them on every side. They were twirling and spinning around each other in perfect synchrony, sending spells under each other's arms, over their shoulders. At one point they were chest to chest, the next one had ducked down under the other, then they were back to back. From under the arms of the DE I could see the slight absence in their eyes that signalled their twin bond coming into play. The only time I had ever seen them this connected was when they had their recital, playing music. Lights flashed at them from every direction but every spell was comprehended beforehand.

I watched in horror, not knowing what to do. A spell flew over my shoulder from one of the other Death Eaters and I snapped back into focus and started to attack with everything I had.

Avery

I was going to have words with Grey about getting round to bloody killing these kids of his. I don't care how close he is to the Lord - they were a pain in the ass and needed to be dealt with. Honestly, you'd think giving them a taste of the Cruciatus curse amongst other things would beat a bit of respect into these brats but no. I had a feeling Grey didn't do a good enough job on these pair, no matter what that scar of hers said. It was probably some parental thing of his, stupid really. Beat into them young and show no sympathy was my motto when it came to kids; it certainly worked with my son. Well, either way, they would soon realise that they weren't capable of standing up to us for long. Oh, we'd drag them back to their father kicking and scratching alright. Doesn't matter how much they try to wave their fancy wands, we would get them.

They were certainly being problematic though. I'd been hoping to get a bit of fun in today but no, I was stuck trying to reign in a couple of adolescent freaks. There was something unnatural about them alright, something that just weren't normal. It was their damn eyes that got to me! They were clouded for Merlin's sake! They looked like they were in deep in thought, like they weren't even focussing on a single bloody thing! And yet they still managed to block or dodge every single spell we sent at them! And they were constantly moving so I couldn't even get a good shot at them. It was like they could see everything around them, like they had bloody three-hundred-and-sixty degree vision or something! Stupid teenagers.

I was getting bored of this.

Suddenly the person to my left was thrown into the air from a stunner that boy sent and I growled in frustration. Idiot man for letting his shield down, I had so sympathy for those who allowed themselves to be hit by a pair of deceptive teenagers. I bet they were just pretending to be all omniscient to get under our skins. Stupid freakish twins, I didn't trust them. Nonetheless though, if things continued this way then I'd never get any fun, dammit! I snarled and eyed the two teenagers with a critical eye. They couldn't see everywhere at all times, there was sure to be an opening at some point for me to hit one of them. Then, I was certain it would be a piece of cake to get the other. All I would have to do was wait and then the real games could begin.

Sirius

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!"

"YEAH I GOT THAT PART THANKS!" I shouted over James's frenzied mutterings as I tried desperately to stay alive. Spells were flying left right and centre and screams were penetrating the air in ways I didn't even know the human voice could. A recognisable blast of violent green light whizzed over my shoulder – Avada Kedavra. Shit! Yeah, I'll say!

I could hardly see Alex amidst the Death Eaters bastards that had rounded on him and presumably Lara. I swear to Merlin, if that boy didn't get out of this alive then I really was going to take him to bloody Puddifoot's! Just see if I don't!

"Pad! Behind you!" I span and saw a DE whip a violet coloured curse at me which I rapidly dodged.

"Thanks James!"

"Well DUH! Prat!"

"Bastard – to the left"

"I know, I saw it! Idiot!"

"Asshole!"

"Faggot!"

I turned to him with a curious expression.

"Faggot? Ouch, low blow man – low blow." I shook my head and turned back to the Death Eater trying to kill me.

Avery

There it was!

I sent my curse speeding toward the two brats and the boy spun around and threw up a hasty shield. Ha! As if that simple spell would stop this spell, he'd have to try harder than that! And sure enough the barrier cracked and my shot of deep ruby red hit him squarely on his chest. I laughed maliciously as his eyes widened briefly before he was thrown into the air and into a building where he crumpled to the floor unconscious. I wished the healer luck with trying to heal him – served him right the cocky twat.

The girl let out a shriek of anger and her hair seemed to flare around her. Her eyes, no longer misted over blazed with immeasurable fury and the scar across her face burned red. Before I knew it she had turned to me like a tigress, ah the wonders of vengeance, and I was quick to dodge the spells flying at me, arrows of light. Not all of them were as light as I would have expected of this blood-traitor bitch but I guess she was Grey's daughter. Stupid girl, did she seriously think she, a sixteen year old, could beat me?

I sneered at her and relished in the fight.

"Don't worry girlie! You'll join your dear father soon!" I called mockingly to her but she took no notice except to send a particularly nasty curse at me.

I laughed.

It was not to be though, pity that we had to have a time limit. I was really quiet enjoying watching these freaks battle with the big boys. I cringed as fire licked at my mark and I send one final curse and wave at the funny little girlie before apparating away.

This wasn't going to be the last time I saw lovely Larissa Grey - I'd make sure of it.

Lara

He waved at me! The bastard actually had the sick nerve to wave at me before running away. COWARD!

But they were gone, all of them. They had just gone.

Alex.

I dashed to where he was lying and fell to his side. He was alive. I'd known that the moment he fell to the floor. He was wobbling precariously in the boundaries of life and death though. That wasn't going to happen though. I don't care what else happens; this was not one of them. He would live and anyone who got in my way now would suffer. And yes, I was deadly serious.

His face was pale and his breathing shallow and a bloom of red was spreading from his shirt. I placed my hand on his head and found it to be icy cold with a slick mask of sweat.

I pushed away my panic, I stamped on the tears and screams and the desperation and fixed my mind on what had to be done. Poppy. There was a good chance that I wouldn't know what to do with this curse. Poppy meant Hogwarts. In the chance that Poppy couldn't fix him then that meant St. Mungo's which meant floo. Floo meant Hogwarts. Poppy and St. Mungo's meant Hogwarts so Hogwarts it bloody well was. And Hogwarts meant -

Sirius. He was there, as I knew he'd be and silently and swiftly he grabbed my brother and lifted him into his arms. I didn't look around me and I didn't hear the voices or anything else. I didn't say a word but grabbed the boy's arm and apparated us to the boundary of the school. Laws be damned.

I didn't need to speak as we charged up to the school. I didn't look at Sirius. I didn't look at where I was going; just trusted one of our bodies knew exactly what it was doing as we raced up the hill.

My brother. My twin. Shit. Dammit. Alex. Breathe Lara, breathe. The voice in mind was eerily like Alex's so I clung to it with all my might. YOU, MISTER, ARE GOING NOWHERE. If he, Merlin, if he died now I don't even know what that would make me. With his death I'd only be half the person I am now. So much of me was in Alex, just like so much of him was in me, we were joined at the mind our memories intermingled. When together what did it matter who's memories we drew from? And after all, memories were the basis of personality.

As we ran I twirled my wand over my brother. Trying to find out what was going on inside him. Right, it had been a blood red spell that could be one of many curses: Acerbica, Perseco, Caustic curse, Resigno... It was internal and made an incision – the blood on his shirt – it was endothermic – he was cold – and it had enough waste energy to throw him into the air. There were faint traces of dark magic in his blood which suggested... and then there was the way it spread from one spot instead of affecting all of him at once. His magic stored were untouched (thank Merlin) and it hadn't effected his bones or muscles. Nor did it affect his mind. Right.

I could hear Sirius' breath labouring and I knew he must be exhausted. Thank Godric he was a Quidditch player in such good condition though, if he didn't have the stamina to do this... well, I would have taken Alex myself with a levitation spell pretty much without asking.

We were running through the corridors and there were people here now. I didn't look at their faces but they wisely moved out of the way. We reached the doors to the hospital wing and as we ran towards them I flicked my hand at them and let my magic jump from my palm. They sprang open.

Sirius

Lara was silent and I said nothing, I was in shock. Everything was so messed up. The Death Eaters. Alex. My Alex. My muscles burned from running with Al's dead weight. Dead wait... NO. It was going to be fine. It was going to be fine dammit. Lara was running at my side and sometimes backwards as she span her wand over his form. There was something so drastically different about her now, something that was edgy and twisted, something wild and out of control. There was a glint in her eye and her skin pulsed with a yellowish glow. It was slightly scary. Here was a woman who would do absolutely anything for the boy in my arms. I felt small compared with her desperate passion. I loved Al, yes, with everything that I had. I would do anything for him but right now I was in shock in a frozen confusing, a desperate feeling in my chest demanded I do something and I was plagued with an intense fear. I couldn't lose him.

Lara though, Larissa Grey, she was something different. It wasn't like she was trying to save him; she was trying to save them. It was like without him she would... she wouldn't be. But it was like that she was completely rejecting the idea that... It was not an option for her to fail now.

The doors to the hospital wing flew open from a twitch of her hand and then she was speaking and I putting him on a bed. There was a flurry of movement and I couldn't breathe. I stood rooted to the floor and watched as her and Pomfrey burst into motion. Wands were flying over his body and diagnostics were flung between the two woman. None of it made sense to me.

"-Perseco curse, either that or an altered version of an impetum curse but-"

"-It's not fococorpus and I've checked the blood loss and-"

"- magic stores are fine. It hasn't affected the core so-"

"-brain waves are okay, is it purely physical? Wait-"

"-No, there is dark magic in the blood which-"

"-Hasn't reached the heart but-"

"-It needs an excoquam-"

"-So a ponere charm? To counteract-"

"-Too strong, could affect the lungs-"

"-tutum-stabilis then? It's difficult and needs-"

"-Yes, but that means-"

"-Where is the fire?-"

"-There - give them this – I have to stay-"

"-Shall I tell them about-? "

"- Yes tell them to send-"

"-I will-"

It was a blur and I saw the green flames in a grate I hadn't realises we'd walked to. They were other people around, and there was blood and cries and panic. Then we were whizzing away and I could no longer form coherent thoughts as I let the flames take me to where ever we were going.

Happy Valentine's...

Melanie

I pushed open the door to the ward that the young boy who was in the Attack had been put. It was three in the morning and the healers had been working on Mr. Grey since two in the evening, a whole twelve hours. There were other patients from the Attack, a girl hit by a blinding curse, a boy would lost all feeling in every part of his body, a boy who had a large part of his arm... but it wasn't worth thinking about these things, they at least would live and that was the important thing.

Other's weren't so luck...

Inside there were two figures. A boy with black hair sat slumped in a chair next to the bed, his eyes on the face of the patient. He was completely motionless and his eyes drooped with fatigue. Then there was a girl, the patient's sister, who was pacing and had been pacing since she got here. I avoided looking at her face. I was no newbie to scars and gore, I was a healer, that sort of thing was my everyday life, but there was something about her that put me on edge.

Perhaps it was the unmasked anger and power that radiated from her form.

The boy in the bed was still unconscious but at least now he had returned to his original colouring. He really was very attractive, four years younger than me or not. He, like his sister, had silver hair that fell to his shoulders. His face was pale and angular, with a finely boned structure and slightly parted lips.

"Mr. Grey won't be awake till late tomorrow at the earliest. Do you two want beds? The head healer says that you can use the floo to go back to school and then come back-"

"I'm staying" The girl snapped out and I cringed back from the harshness of her tone.

"Me too..." The boy said and I pursed my lips, they could at least get some rest...

I knew better than to argue though and I did a quick analysis to check he was fine then left them. The boy would be okay, that at least should sooth their minds.

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