A/N: Still not mine. I would like to inform you all that Ficwad is kinda a bitch sometimes, and it won't let me edit the chapter. I'm also not sure how to edit a chapter on Fanfiction without deleting the whole thing (and my stories/reviews) so the spelling errors in Sirius and Nymphadora names will have to stay till Ficwad is fixed and I figure Fanfiction out.
Chapter Two: Rooster
"The Airport? We're flying to Canada?" said Harry.
"Yes, Harry. Something wrong with flying?" Remus laughed.
"Remus I don't have a passport. I cant leave the country…"
Remus laughed again, "Did you forget you were a wizard Harry? There are not many things a few spells can't fix." He pulled out a few slips of paper, slid his wand out of his sleeve just enough so that the tip was out of his hand, and slid it across the pieces of paper. "All set then." he said with a smile.
Harry could only stare at him.
"Harry you have to understand, we simply don't have to time to worry about getting you a passport. Now come on, the plane leaves at ten and it's nearly nine."
Harry and Remus walked into the airport from where they had apparated in, the parking garage, and made their way to the disgustingly long line. After spending a half hour behind a single mother with one overly whiny child, they received their tickets. Apparently, to the woman behind the counter, the two slips of paper looked just like passports. By nine forty-five they were on the plane, seated in the pleasantly wide first class seats.
As soon as the plane started to speed down the runway, Harry decided that while it would be more comfortable than long distance flying, he trusted his broom far more than the shaking hunk of metal he was currently in. Remus passed out in five minutes, just like he did on the Express almost three years ago.
(Scene Break, Character switch)
"Dumbledore I don't see the point, there's no reason for you to go in there."
"Tiberius, all I need you to tell me is if anyone has been in this room since the Death Eater invasion of the Ministry."
"We did as you asked Dumbledore, you have the room to yourself for the next hour; and this is not because you're supreme anything. Consider it one of the favors I owe you" said Tiberius, turning away.
Dumbledore nodded, knowing Tiberius would sense it and opened the door, shutting it as quickly as possible. Making his way down the stairs, he stood to the side of the giant veil. Lifting his arm his wand flew out of his sleeve and floated in front of his hand, a thin blue tendril of magic connecting it to his palm. Squeezing both of his hands into fists, he slowly opened them to reveal blue strings of magic that came together into a single small orb that floated above each palm.
Dumbledore's wand now floated, seemingly of its own accord, about two feet in front of his chest. Taking a deep breath, he spread both of his arms out, pausing for a second before allowing the tiny blue orbs to expand around him thinning out as they did so until he was incased in a thin field of blue. His arms relaxed but the field remained. Extending his right arm directly in front of him, wand floating before his stretched hand, the tendrils once again floated from each finger and connected with his wand, which in turn began to glow blue itself.
Sweat began to come off of him in heavy droplets as his wand started to spin counterclockwise. He watched himself enter the room in reverse and focused harder, his wand spinning faster. Nothing for several minutes then suddenly the room was filled with people. Dumbledore watched as a battle played before his eyes in reverse, and then he saw what he came here for. The curse impacted Sirius' chest and his body flew threw the veil. By now his want was barely ticking, slower than a second hand on a muggle clock. He watched the same scene over and over, each time going a little bit slower until he had seen enough.
Dumbledore slumped to the ground, the blue magic fading and the present room came back into focus. It was getting harder and harder for him to call the Old Magic forth. He didn't even look up as his wand clattered to the floor, lost in his own thoughts, on what he had just witnessed somewhere around twenty times.
"Interesting, very interesting young Sirius."
(Scene Break, several hours later, back to Harry)
North America was finally in sight, which was good because Harry hadn't slept a wink and was well beyond sick of the wonders of his first airplane flight. He looked over at Remus, who had slept the entire time, only to see that his eyes were open and he was staring intently at the seat in front of him, almost not even looking at it.
"Remus?" Harry tried to no avail.
Harry touched Remus' shoulder, and suddenly he sprang back to life, his wand seeming to appear in his hand, spinning in his palm as Remus' arm extended, the glowing tip hot against his jugular. Harry looked into the wild eyes of his werewolf companion, unsure. Recognition quickly dawned in Remus' eyes and his wand was off of Harry's throat and back in his sleeve. They were lucky that no one happened to be looking, most of the passengers asleep. This all took place in under three seconds, an entire second simply for Remus to recognize Harry.
"I'm sorry Harry, I was concentrating to find the apparition point that Dumbledore marked. You surprised me and…old habits die hard…"
"It's not a problem" Harry said after a moment, the adrenalin coursing through his system made it difficult for him to find his words "I'm glad your not the shoot first type…"
"Yeah well, I wouldn't surprise Mad-Eye then, he is." Said Remus "now, It's time for us to leave."
"The captain said we land in forty-five minutes, so not to long."
"Well that's all fine and good, but it's much harder to sneak into one country than it is to sneak out of another. So we're leaving now. Come with me quickly, don't say anything, act as if everything is natural to you and you will find that often people won't give it a second glance."
Remus stood, and with him Harry, both of the making their way to the restroom.
"Now Harry, this is very dangerous, and it is beyond important that you do not doubt me. You are going to need to hold onto me as tight as you possibly can. Whatever you do, do not let go until I say so, your life depends on it."
Harry simply nodded, grasping Remus under the arms tightly. Remus took a deep breath, unlocked the bathroom stall and they were gone. Suddenly they were spinning through the air, Harry's vision alternating between the ground, thousands of feet below, and the airplane, speeding away from them. Harry let out a scream and then they were gone again, this time spinning much less and much closer to the ground. With Harry still screaming, they disappeared again and reappeared falling strait down, feet first about a thousand feet from the ground. Disappearing again the reappeared about three feet from the ground and fell. When they landed Harry crumpled to the ground, just about dragging Remus with him. The werewolf, gasping for breath held out a hand for Harry, who stood up, and looked up into the sky to see the airplane continuing on its journey as if nothing had gone amiss.
Harry, catching his breath, looked at Remus and said "what the…fuck was that?"
Remus chuckled and looked at Harry "That was really good apparation if I may pat myself on the back. Planes move at very high speeds, and you maintain a lot of the momentum when you apparate. You can't go directly from the plane to the ground without hurting yourself. We had to take several jumps to lose momentum and prepare for landing. It's very difficult. I wouldn't attempt it without some serious apparation experience."
(Scene Break)
"Hello, and welcome to your first day of training. You may call me Tiberius. I'm to understand you volunteered for this yes?"
Daphne nodded, unable to see anything but the black bag over her head, nodded.
"Do you, in any way shape of form, serve Voldemort?"
"I do not."
"And, Ms. Greengrass, are you willing to submit to veritaserum to prove this?"
"I am."
"Are you willing to submit a witches oath, that you will never serve Voldemort knowingly?"
"I am not."
"Excuse me?"
"I am sorry Tiberius, but you have to understand, if I am needed for any type of espionage work, or something of the like, I may be required to serve Voldemort."
"Thank you Ms. Greengrass, you will be given veritaserum shortly. Red, tell Dumbledore that I like this one.
(Scene Break)
Harry was very cold, and very glad for the leather jacket. Remus was telling him stories from the last floor as the walked through the snow and seemingly endless tree's. He had apparated them much further north, deeper into Canada, before saying that they would have to walk the rest of the way, apparently there was to much magic for him to follow the line of his own magic…or something like that.
"I wasn't long out of school, staying at some lodge in the woods with Sirius; the full moon was that night…."
The sun had just started to set below the tree line, seventy-five feet from the cabin.
"Sirius I never would've seen you as the type to own a muggle cabin in the middle of nowhere…"
Sirius laughed "you have no idea how interesting this shit is to the witches, absolutely fascinated with this stuff they are. That and I like the music more."
Pops sounded outside, just loud enough for Remus to hear. The walls turned black and Sirius stood, alarms ringing in his head.
"This is a really bad time to not have our wands Sirius." Said Remus, putting his back to the wall.
"Yeah well you broke ours last time remember? Excuse me for wanting to keep the one I have now!"
Sirius ran to the closet, tearing it open and reaching inside. A second later he tossed Remus two large, thick grip, combat knives, pulling out a forty-four magnum for himself.
"What, no big guns for me?"
"You're much stronger, and much faster, tonight especially. I need you to cover me when I reload, and to keep them from getting to close. How many?"
Remus stopped, closing his eyes to listen and smell.
"About thirteen, give or take, they're trying to sneak up. Seven of them are new recruits, scared and excited, more so than the others."
Sirius nodded, "You first, out the window, rush them, I'll cover you from here, but remember, I only have six shots, then I have to reload."
Remus nodded, taking a deep breath and rolled in front of the window, crouched in front of the window, both hands on the ground, poised. He nodded to Sirius, then launched himself out the window, roaring like a beast and landing blades first onto the closest target, fifteen yards from the window.
The new recruits screamed like children, firing the first spells that came to their minds, the only one that hit him was a poorly aimed levitation spell, which only ended up lifting him higher in his lunge at the next target. Huge "booms" were now coming from the cabin and he heard a few yells as the large bullets hit their targets. The beast inside him laughed as his knives tore out another man's jugulars, and a cutting hex clipped him in the shoulder, and it went deep, it a strait vertical line down his back. Remus roared, turning around to face his attacker, one blade taking the mans wand hand, the other slicing down the artery line in his left arm. The man was dead; he just didn't know it yet.
Sirius was reloading, having taken down six men even, he was an amazing shot, and Remus turned to face the last four men diving and rolling to avoid the increasingly dangerous spell casting. They were there to capture or they would be using killing spells, and they were getting frustrated and angry, their spell casting was wild and imprecise. To easy.
Remus stabbed one man in the chest, impaling his still beating heart, spinning his other blade in his palm so the blade faced the bottom of his hand he swung the blade behind him and pierced another mans temple.
"FUCK THIS!" Screamed one of the last two men "BOMBARDA"
The spell connected with Remus' left shoulder, shattering the bone and blowing some of the skin off. The knife fell from his hand and he screamed in agony. Two more cutting curses ripped open his chest before he fell to the ground. He could hear Sirius yelling and two more loud shots, then thundering footsteps running towards him.
"Remus no!" said Sirius, falling to his knee's next to Remus.
As the moon rose, Remus could feel the change in him, even now.
"Ain't found a way to kill me yet" said Remus; and the change took over him, body morphing, wounds healing
"That's amazing Remus…. I never knew it was like that…I always thought people just fired spells at each other from across the room…"
"Not for a long time Harry."
"And why did the walls turn black?"
"Sirius was an amazing battle technician, he really thought things out. Most wizards have alarms in their wards to alert them of intruders, so did Sirius, but instead of having them out loud, they were only in his head. 'No reason to alert the intruders that I've been alerted of them.' He used to say, and the walls turned black because it was night time and black walls would make it harder for anyone outside to see inside without lights on. During the lighter hours I believe they turned a different color…"
"Why doesn't everyone do that then?" asked Harry.
"Because when you have an idea like that, you keep it to yourself. If all of your enemy's knew about his secrets, there would be no real point in them."
"That's understandable I guess…."
"We're here by the way Harry."
Harry looked up to see a very large village, log cabins, and huts, randomly spaced with a few fires towards the center and smoke rising from a few chimneys. One oversized man stood at the edge of the village; shirtless with long blonde hair, incredibly muscular, and staring directly at Harry.
(Chapter End)
I meant to update weeks ago, and have a longer chapter in doing so, but I've been unnaturally busy lately. I wrote the first like 500 words the day after the first chapter was posted, and the next 1700 (I think) just now. I was going to write much more but had to stop and didn't want to endup posting this in like another month. I'm going to try to lengthen the chapters in the future. Thanks to all the reviewers for reminding me that I am writing a story. Some of you wonder why Remus didn't take Harry, I'll tell you later, others ask, why give all of Sirius' money to remus and not his other family members. Harry doesn't need it. And neither do Tonks or her mother. Everyone else is evil. That's how I think It woulda been done. Deal with it. I think there was something else I was meaning to say but oh well. Please review! It does actually speed up the updating believe it or not. The more people I know are reading the more I will write.
Thanks for reading =D
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