Stars Walk Softly
Chptr 1: Falling
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter information that is included in this story. That all belongs to J. K. Rowling and who ever else has payed large sums of money to get the rights. I do however own the characters and creatures of my own creation. Amerath, Osware and Mouse are mine. So ask before taking. The Pliff is mine as well. Thanks.
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Shattered glass feel to the ground in an illumination of twinkling sound and reflective colors. The shadows danced over the broken pieces as a lone figure stood shakily, only to glance at the fifth story's broken window, and run like the wind. Quickly and quietly blending into the shadows of the night offered by the city's sprawling skyline.
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The old warn door swung open to reveal a boy who had seen more than a man ever should. His tortured and haunted gaze spoke volumes, as his eyes scanned the room, coming to rest upon his slumbering friend, passed out by the hearth.
"Get up" was the harsh call to ivory haired companion, who merely cracked an eye.
"Greg's dead. I barely got out. We need to go. Now."
The ebony haired teen tossed a duffel to the other, as she sprung from the couch, while he acquired his own necessities. Clothing, a book, a small broom, and a muggle gun with extra ammunition were all thrown into the duffel as his companion packed her bag with similar items.
The two stood silently casting glances at each other before the raven haired man slid into a black sleeveless trench coat and adorned a belt studded with a sheathed katana, a sais, and a scythe, as well as, a pouch containing shrunken vials of colorful liquid, just in case. A dagger was tucked into one boot and a gun was placed in the other. A stick of wood was placed in an ebony holster on his arm.
A glance toward his companion revealed that she too had a black jacket on, with a belt matching her companion's. Though she had a short sword and a scimitar with a sais, the same as the other's. The two shouldered their duffels and slipped silently from the room.
To once again hide amongst the shadows of the night.
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Upon reaching the edge of the city the two sat to rest from the rushed, yet stealthy retreat.
"What do we do, now that we lost Greg" was the question that broke the silence.
"I don't know, Amerath. I don't know." the raven haired teen replied softly.
"We need to get a hold of the others before school starts at least. Dumbledore is bound to know I'm missing from private drive and realize I'm not the only 6th year that can't be found" he muttered.
"Well it's not like his first guess would be New York, New York you know. I would think that he and his precious order believe you to be hiding somewhere in muggle London." Amerath replied with a smirk. Though it faded into contemplation as she continued.
"But somebody got a hold of Greg with magic and the other gangs around here are all muggle from the last time Sly and I updated the records. That means this isn't just another gang fight we're worried about... Drake and Pan should know first, before we inform the rest of them, and have a mass panic."
The raven harried boy was watching the ground with interest. Amerath glared at him. "Harry! Have you heard a word I said!" The sharp jerk of his head reviled that he had heard nothing. Amerath grasped him lightly on the shoulders to comfort her crestfallen companion.
"Hey, it's not your fault you know."
As he made to protest she covered his mouth with her index finger. "Look at me" was the compassionate command. "It's not your fault." Each word was stressed and punctuated with finality.
"If you weren't here with Drake and Pan and Blaise and the others, where would they be? Standing beside Voldemort's throne writhing in agony, for not having completed some pointless or entirely devastating task. I know it looks bad now but you have to see the bigger picture. There are going to be losses along the way and if you let each one cut you to the heart, we're not going to make it to the end!" was the hissed whisper.
Harry growled contemptuously. "So your saying they're merely pawns in this game! That they shouldn't even matter! That I shouldn't feel for them!"
"No Potter." a cold yet caring voice drawled. "She's saying that your going to have to take things in stride. If you feel like breaking down in front of Voldie during the final battle because one of us is dead, then you go for it. But it's only going to get you killed."
Harry glance up looking like he was going to beat the shit out of him as realization dawned. "Right" he murmured quietly. "Thanks Drake, Amerath." Smiles appeared all around.
"No problem" the two blonds responded.
Pansy looked around. "We should get going she noted. The sun's almost up and we need to prepare. Hogwarts isn't going to know what hit them." She smirked.
All four nodded to each other before taking off into the ever faster approaching dawn.
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Next chapter: Hidden
A/N: This story is a little AU if you haven't noticed. I'm not including anything from HBP so don't worry about spoilers. Thanks! Please review.