Anything in italics is a thought.
Any scenes in bold is occurring at a different time (Flashback).
Enjoy!
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Magic Long Forgotten
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Worry had been gnawing at the back of his mind ever since Ron's disappearance, however it was not until he lay down to sleep that it came forth with a burst of energy. So strong was its hold on him that sleep eluded him for most of the night, causing him to twist and turn in his bed trying to flee that dark thoughts swirling in his mind.
Think nice thoughts. Nice thoughts. Like…like the reunion with Harry. Yes! That is it, think about talking with Harry and having him call me dad. Don't think about what can happen. Don't think about the danger that Harry is in. Don't think that it might be too late already…argh! This is useless!
Giving up on sleep for the night, he kicked his covers away and stood up.
I won't get any sleep at this rate! I need to calm down… and being locked in this room is not helping! I'll just…I'll just go check up on the kids. Yes, that'll probably help put some of my fears to rest and then I can go by the kitchen and get something to munch on…
That decided he left his room and quietly made his way along the corridor to where he knew his son would be sleeping, placing careful effort into making his way calmly there and not running and in being as silent as possible. Quietly opening the door to his son's room, his eyes quickly made to look towards his bed.
His empty bed.
Feeling his heart thundering in his chest, he tried to maintain his calm.
Don't panic… he is probably in the bathroom or maybe down in the kitchens or something…please, please let him only be in the bathroom…
But the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that his son was not to be found within Grimmauld Place did nothing to soothe his despair. It was the same nagging feeling that occurred when Ron had disappeared from headquarters. He all but ran to the bathroom, only to find it empty.
No, no, no! He can't have gone… they can't have taken him!
Panic was quickly making its way through him and just as he was about to scream to let it all out his eyes fell on the bedside table, where a piece of parchment lay, the writing indistinguishable from where he stood. Relief flooded him as he noticed that it did not bear the Dark Mark, however as he picked the parchment up, dread soon took its place.
Dear Padfoot,
As you have no doubt noticed, I am no longer at Grimmauld Place. Do not worry, I have not been kidnapped like Ron and leave out of my own will. I am sorry to have misused the trust you placed on me when you decided to tell me what has been happening with the Order but Ron is in need of help! I saw it in a vision, Voldemort is torturing him! He plans to do something to him and I cannot stay here idly while he suffers! I hope you understand…I would do the same thing for you.
Forgive me.
Love you lots,
Harry
P.S: Hermione insisted on coming with me.
His eyes ran over the letter again and again, his emotions battling for dominance over his mind, causing him to not know if she should feel relieved that his son had not been kidnapped, angry that they had left voluntarily or worried that they were heading directly towards danger.
Damn it all to hell! I told them to stay put!
His first impulse was to go after them, hoping to catch them still around the neighbourhood. This thought was soon rejected, however, as he realised that he had no idea where they went.
His second impulse was to call for help.
"Moony!"
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"I told you they were too young! I told you they shouldn't have been included! That it was better to leave them in the dark! Did you listen to me? No! Now look what happened! They're gone! Gone!" Molly Weasley screeched at him as soon as she had head the reason for the Order meeting.
"They should have known better than to head off towards danger. After all, they are not children anymore." Kingsley Shacklebolt said, before an argument could break about between Molly and Sirius.
"Potter is not known for his intellectual capacity, Kingsley, although I would have expected better from Ms. Granger." Severus said, his voice slicing through any other comments made at the same time.
"You can't blame them! They are children! We are the ones responsible fore them and should have done better to keep them safe!"
He just glared at the look Molly sent him, fed up with her comments.
She is not the only one who had lost a child!
"Here! Read it!" he snapped, shoving Harry's brief note under Molly's nose, "Even if I had not told them what we were doing they would still have gone after Ron."
"How… kind of you to show us this vital piece of information 15 minutes after the meeting has started, Black."
"Shut it Snape!"
"I see you are eloquent as always." Severus answered; a smirk upon his face which he dearly wished he could wipe off.
"Since you are possessed of such…superior intelligence, Snape, how come you aren't giving any ideas as to how we can find the kids? I don't suppose you would be able to tell us where Voldemort is hiding, would you?"
"I cannot. The Dark Lord has various security protections that prevent me from discovering where his hideout is." It was clear, even to him, that his was a topic that Snape was not willing to talk about.
He signed and simply dismissed the man, thinking this situation is affecting me so much that I can't even muster up the desire to taunt Snape of all people!
"I've sent out a message clearly telling them to return" Molly volunteered, a stern expression on her face.
"If they didn't listen to us before, they won't listen to us now Molly," Moody growled out, "No, we should send messages to all other Order members in case one of them hears something. Then we break up into groups of 4 and search for them, starting by the most probable places and fanning out."
"We have no idea where they went, Mad Eye! They could be all the way to France for all we know!" He pointed out, angry at himself and them all for their ineptness.
"Mad Eye is right, Sirius, this is the best solution given what we know." Tonks supplied, trying to calm him down, however he words only caused the anger inside him to flare.
"The best solution? To sit here, going over maps and routs while they get closer and closer to Voldemort? You consider that the best solution?" He shouted, "Then you can all go screw yourselves! I won't stay here planning while my s-Godson is in danger!"
With that said he stalked out of the room, door banging close behind him and leaving a room of shocked and slightly offended people behind him.
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The door to the room slammed closed behind him but he paid no attention to it, in fact, it gave him some small amount of satisfaction that they would know the extent of his anger.
Let them all talk! Fools the lot of them! What use is talking when our children are all heading towards danger! There must be a way to find them, maybe a tracking spell? Or a summoning one? No, no! Damn it! Can't track them without having previously placed a tracking spell on them and I can't summon them without the aid of Black magic! Although at this point I am willing to try almost anything to make sure Harry is back here safely…
His anger swelling within him, Sirius suddenly turned and punched the wall. The pleasure of punching something and pain he felt as a result was almost a comfort to him, allowing his mind to focus on it rather than despair at his current situation.
Glaring at the spot he had just punched, he turned around and leaned against the wall, overlooking the whole room. It was then that he noticed where he had ended up in.
It was in this bloody room that Harry was attacked…Damn it! This fucking traitor, I know it was him that took Ron and because of him Harry is now in danger! Harry and Hermione in fact! Just peachy, all I needed right now! Why couldn't they stay put and let us take care of everything?
He snorted.
Probably for the same reason I can't stay put and deal with the Order, the only difference being they knew where to go in order to help and I don't! If I could only find out who the traitor is… then, then I might be able to figure out where they went or even track the person. After all, Order members have a tracking spell on them…ha! Who would have thought they'd be useful!
His glare intensified as he looked around the room, hoping to discover something that he had overlooked the last time. But it was to no avail, especially since the room had been cleaned after the attack. Despair and helplessness rose within him and he all but screamed at the room:
"Fuck! This is hopeless! This house is useless! Why can't you even give me a clue about what happened? The, oh so, noble and ancient house of black is nothing but old bricks and stones that can't even offer proper protection to those inside it!"
At that moment, when all his anger, despair and fear mingled together Sirius had never wanted something so much as he wanted to find out who was it that had attacked his son. Sure, he wanted to go help him, he wanted to know where they had all run off to… but he wanted to find the traitor more, for in his mind that would solve everything.
Let it never be said that the Ancient House of Black ever allowed for its Master wishes to continue unfulfilled, since in that exact moment Sirius would discover one of the things that accompanied the title of Lord of the house of Black.
Suddenly his vision blurred, becoming a mix of colours and odd shapes, but before he could so much as move or panic it returned to normal, as soon as his eyes focused again Sirius noticed that he was not alone in the room anymore.
What the hell…
He blinked, and then blinked again. When it seemed to have no effect on what was happening he shook his head, but still the image before him prevailed. There, in front of him, stood Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Great, now I'm seeing things!
He walked around the room, trying to disperse the image from his mind, but to his utmost surprise instead of vanishing the imaged before him, Sirius simple walked through them.
O-kay… this is freaking weird! It almost looks like I've stepped into a memory, but that can't be for I was just standing there when this appeared!
His curiosity was peaked, however, and approaching the trio he noticed that they were cleaning the room.
"This is slave work, I'll tell you! No matter how much we clean it never gets done!" Ron muttered, as he threw the object he was cleaning in disgust.
"Stop whining Ronald, we said we wanted to help them didn't we?"
"Yes, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I volunteered to help!"
"Well, what did you expect, that they'd suddenly allow us into the Order meeting occurring downstairs?"
"Not really, but that would be nice wouldn't it?"
Hermione ignored his question and turned to Harry, who had an amused smile on his face, "When are you going to talk to Sirius, Harry?"
Harry shrugged, "I don't know… I guess after the meeting is over…"
Realisation dawned on Sirius as he realised what exactly he was seeing.
This was the day when they were attacked! Somehow I'm seeing a memory of what happened!
Glee coursed through him at the thought of discovering who it was that had attacked his son and how they managed to breach their wards causing to focus all his attention on the scene before him.
Yes, there they go, Harry and Hermione disinfecting the window curtains and Ron towards the couches… if what they told us was correct that something must have happened to cause the cupboard to move…
Looking all over the place, Sirius was half expecting someone to jump out of no where and curse the cupboard. So focused was he in finding out the intruder that he actually missed the wand that surreptitiously came out of its hidden place and sent a silent curse towards the cupboard. In spite of this, he didn't miss the effect of the curse as it made it's way through the air and hit its intended target.
Damn it! Where did that come from? It certainly didn't come from where Harry was standing and not anywhere near where I am so…
Turning to the other directions he didn't find anyone there except a bewildered looking Ron, who was staring at all the racket the cupboard was making. He looked towards the cupboard that was moving and spiting out everything it held towards Harry and Hermione, who were the only ones within range at the time.
No, no! Don't look at them, try and find out where the spell came from and where the traitor is!
It was then that he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, turning swiftly; he stood shocked at the sight that greeted him.
It can't be…
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They were cold, and his hands were freezing.
Note to self: Take gloves next time I attempt a rescue mission during nightfall.
In a way he was still surprised that they had managed to get away so easily from Grimmauld Place. With all the protections placed in that house he'd had thought it would have been more difficult to slip away. As soon as they were far enough from the house, they had sat down and tried to map the location to where Ron was being held.
He had told Hermione that they were not in Great London but that it also wasn't very far from there, and that he had a feeling they had to go west. Of course, his vague statements didn't appease Hermione at all, in fact, they rather annoyed her. Before she could lecture him he told her all he remembered from his vision, about seeing an airport and going past it, how he saw a very old looking school and a bridge. However, it was only when he mentioned the castle that Hermione calmed down and began questioning him again. A few minutes later they had a fairly sure idea of where they were supposed to go.
And boy, am I grateful that Hermione decided to come along! It would have taken me ages to figure it all out on my own!
Now, as they flew over Eton College he knew without a about that they were going in the right direction. Harry couldn't help but notice the irony that Voldemort, who hated any and everything muggle, was residing in Windsor were Muggle Royalty had lived and still do reside in occasionally.
As they flew past Windsor castle Harry felt Hermione's grip on his waist tighten in apprehension, for she knew that they were getting close. As few minutes passed by before he saw it, a simple looking cottage that blended perfectly with the ones in its surroundings, except for the fact that the Muggles around it didn't acknowledge its existence.
So distracted was he in looking at their surroundings that he barely felt as they passed the magical wards evolving the cottage, and were it not for Hermione's shrill scream he wouldn't even have noticed the spell that came hurling is way.
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Sirius was making his was back towards the meeting room, mentally going over everything he was going to tell the Order, when he brushed by the curtains covering his mother's portrait. As usual he was simply going to ignore her existence when a thought struck him.
She probably knows what happened, after all mother is always boasting about this being her house and the house of her fathers… now, the hard part will be getting her to talk with me her 'disgrace' of a son. Blast it all! Why couldn't I have nice, soft-spoken and passive woman for a mother?
Placing a privacy spell around him and making sure that it covered the portrait and, taking a deep breath, he opened the curtains expecting to hear her loud screams.
He wasn't disappointed.
"You again! Shame of my flesh! Disgrace to this family! How dare you come back here after all you have put me through! You –"
"Yes, yes mother. Will you just shut up? I have something I would like to ask you." He interrupted, waving his hand and doing his best to control his temper.
Apparently his, relatively, polite tone and what he said was enough to penetrate his mother's ranting because she stopped talking and simply stared at him for a few seconds.
"Questions? Questions? Now you decide have questions? I had questions all my life about you and the disgrace you've become! Did you ever stop and answer my questions? No! You ran away! Filthy blood traitor! So why should I answer any of your ignorant questions?" she screamed at him, her anger clear in she taunt and old face.
"Because I am your dear son and you, supposedly, love me." The sarcasm in his voice was noticeable, but it seemed to amuse his mother to no end for she suddenly started laughing.
"Love you? Love you! Ha! I knew that handing around this riff-raff would affect your brain eventually! I haven't felt anything except despise towards you since you were eight years old!"
Holding onto his temper out of sheer spite, he simply answered, "Would it help if I pretended to be six again?"
He needed answers, answers that might lead him to Harry, and his mother was probably the only one who would be able to give them. If acquiring them meant dealing with his mother and her abysmal ways, he was ready to do it.
"Nothing can change the shame you have bestowed upon me!"
Sirius signed in exasperation and decided to forgo any small talk and simply speak.
"I saw something today, a vision, while I was in the dressing room. It showed me people that weren't there and happenings that were out of time." He began tentatively, waiting to see what his mother would say in response.
"I knew you would be a failure as Heir to the Black family! No training! No knowledge! Nothing! How can you be so incapable of harnessing the power that was unrightfully granted to you! Oh, the shame! If only my darling Regulus hadn't perished!"
"This had something to do with my title as Head of the family then?" He interrupted before she could continue in her lament of, what was to her, the perfect son.
"You imbecile! Did anything we taught you remain in that muddled brain of yours! As Lord Black you hold control over all the magic embedded within this house! It will comply to any wishes her master has to the best of their abilities, but of course, having abandoned the family you didn't learn that! All the more reason to lament the death of my beloved son!"
He simply rolled his eyes as his mother ranted on about his deceased brother, the only thing that prevented him from interrupting again was the small hope that she might mention something useful.
"He would have known how to manipulate it! He would have used the title rightfully, allowing him to know all the comings and going within the house, giving him power and knowledge beyond anyone here!"
So what I saw was real then… some sort of magic that came with the title of Lord Black… I think I remember my tutor mentioning something about that, but that is long forgotten now, not that it matters anyway for I have heard enough of this nonsense!
"He wouldn't have allowed blood traitors, filth, half-breeds and mudbloods within this house of my fathers!"
"You will cease to talk about my friends like that you old hag!"
She stopped talking only to glare at him before continuing with her screams and shouts, but he was quick to close her curtains again the practice of these last weeks aiding him.
Taking down the privacy wards, Sirius quickly continued to make his way towards the Order meeting room, determination shining in every angle of his face.
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"Harry!! Look out!"
Harry dodged, just in time as a bright red light shot past him, but the movement jostled both of them and it was all she could do to keep herself from falling off directly into the Death Eater's waiting arms.
"How did they know we were here? The cloak is still on!"
Frowning in thought and tightening her hold on Harry, she came up with the only answer she could, "The wards, the wards we just passed through probably alerted them to our presence. I don't know how can they see us…maybe some sort of spell? I don't know! Aah!"
A gust of wind suddenly threw her slightly off the broom.
"I can't continue dodging them like this Hermione! They are too spread out!" Harry screamed as he did a role in order to avoid two curses through at them, however he was unable to completely avoid the third one which slashed through his overcoat, cutting his arm in the process.
"Damn!"
"Harry, we have to land!"
"If we land they'll catch us for sure!"
"But if we don't land we'll fall! We are sitting ducks out here! I can't even defend us like this; both my hands are occupied trying to keep me from slipping off this thing!"
Hermione knew she had gotten through to him when she saw him nod in acquiescence.
"Hold tight then! When I say jump you let go okay Hermione?" and without waiting for her answer Harry ducked a purple jet of light and made a steep downwards.
"Haaryyyy!!!"
"Hold on!"
They were in near vertical position, descending in a fast speed, too fast for the Death Eaters to be able to aim curses at them but the only thing she was focused on was the looming ground that approaching quickly.
Oh God, oh God! How can Harry stand this during Quidditch!! Oh God! We are going to crash! We are going to crash!!
The ground was barely 5 feet away when Harry levelled out the broom, using the momentum to shoot forwards.
"Jump! Now!"
Not needing to be told twice, and wanting to get as far as she could from that broom, Hermione let go and jumped, landing on firm, solid ground.
If I had enough time I'd kiss it!
But knowing that Harry, who was still flying about, would only buy her a couple of minute's distraction at most she took out her wand and cast a disillusion spell on herself.
Not perfect, but it will have to do.
Looking up she noted the direction from where the curses were coming from before running in that direction. Two whispered stupefy's and the Death Eaters were down. Re-enforcing their binding with a Petrificus Totalus she turned again to the sky to see where their other enemies were situated.
Harry was still flying, displaying his obvious natural talents as he danced around the curses being sent in his direction. Apparently, having her off the broom allowed him to also send a few curses in defence, although doing so was probably risky, she concluded.
Making her way towards the house she noticed an opened door leading inside and a few Death Eaters standing guard in front of it, most of them, however, were distracted by Harry to pay attention to her.
Using that to her advantage she set one of their robes on fire while tying the other person up. By the time the other Death Eater had extinguished her flames she was ready for him, what she wasn't ready for was for a spell to hit her from behind, throwing her forward, with strength, to the ground.
Disorientated, and her vision blurred, she felt fear consume her as she saw the black figures moving closer. Had it not been for Harry, who suddenly dived at the approaching Death Eaters, she would probably have died or suffered torture of some kind, as it was she was extremely grateful at what he did.
Swiftly landing next to her, he continued their duel and with only a moment's hesitation, she joined him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Bombarda!"
She watched as Harry dodged the killing curse and rolled out of the way of the small explosion that happened where he was standing moments before, admiring his skill, as he disarmed the man and stunned him.
"Expelliarmus! Stupefy!"
However, a distracted opponent is easy prey and she barely hear the next curse before falling to the ground in agony.
"Crucio!"
"Hermione!" She heard Harry call her name but was in too much pain to do anything but scream, and as soon as the pain started it stopped, leaving her shuddering slightly and panting for breath.
Harry was now in a busy duel with the Death Eater who had been torturing her. Not wanting to repeat the same mistake she did her best to push the pain to the back of her mind and get up, just in time to block another curse.
"Diffindo!
"Protego! Incarcerous!" Her last spells seemed to have taken care of the remaining Death Eater and together with Harry they carried all of them to a hidden spot just behind some trees, where people would be less prone to seeing them. As they made their way back to the house, they hide the broom and then waited a bit out side to see if more Death Eaters would come, but none did.
Still feeling her heart racing, she heard Harry say "come; get under here so that we can both get inside unseen."
Nodding, she moved closer to Harry who quickly covered both of them up with his cloak. Slowly, making sure that all of their bodies were invisible, they made their way inside the house and down the badly lit corridor. Such was their concentration in not making any noise and making sure they didn't bump into anyone that neither of them noticed a dark form detaching itself behind them.
Suddenly something gripped the invisibility cloak and took it off them, causing them both to suddenly re-appear. Turning around they saw one of the last persons they wanted to meet while inside Voldemort's hideout, Bellatrix Lestrange.
"What have we here, icky little children who doesn't know the meaning of privacy."
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The discussion had continued even after Sirius had left, causing Remus to sign in slight distress. On one hand he very much agreed with his friend that now was not the time to point accusing finger and to simply sit down and discuss strategies, they needed to act fast. On the other hand his more rational side argued that rushing after them was potentially hazardous and time consuming since they had no idea in which direction they went.
Massaging his temples in frustration, he tried to ignore the raised voices around him. A quick glance at all those gathered and he knew that the ongoing argument would take more than a few minutes to end. It was then that his eyes fell on another person so seemed as exasperated at the situation as him, although he did a better jog at hiding it; it was none other than Severus Snape.
If we are going into Voldemort's lair Snape will have to guide us… the question is: will he do it? I know that he dislikes Harry and hates Padfoot… I just hope we can convince him to come along and that Padfoot doesn't murder him on the way there.
The door to the room banged open, drawing most people's attention to the figure standing there.
"I can't believe that you people are still standing here talking!"
"Well, at least we are trying to do something!"
"Then do something!"
"I suppose you have a suggestion then, Black? Perhaps you know where your idiot Godson went and the location of the Dark Lord's hideout?"
Remus mentally winced, expecting Sirius to yell at Snape for his sarcastic comment. To his, and many others, relief, Sirius simply smirked.
"In fact Snape, I do."
"What?"
"How?"
"Where is it?" Many voiced shouted at once.
"I don't know yet, but I can soon find out" Sirius explained, pulling a necklace from within his robes, "This necklace is part of a twin set, the other which I gave to Harry last Christmas, I can use it to trace him."
"It has a tracking spell in it then?"
"Why didn't you tell us this before!"
"Great! What are we waiting for then? Let's go!" The last comment was followed by the sound of tripping and something falling. Doing his best to hide his amusement, Remus went over to help Tonks back up.
"Well… it is not a proper tracking spell per se, but I can still use it to track Harry."
"What spell are you going to use Black?" Moody asked, both his eyes fixed on Sirius' figure.
Shrugging he answered, "The Sanguen Cognatio spell" ignoring the gasps of surprise and the shouts of protest that followed.
"Black, you need to be a family relation to use that spell." Moody pointed out, not at all fazed by what he had just heard.
"I am related to Harry via his Grandfather, the relationship might be a bit weak but it is still there." Sirius explained in an even tone.
"But that is a ministry classified Dark spell Sirius." Tonks pointed out
"So? That is the spell I'm going to use, you guys can come with me or wait here."
Remus knew that his friend was about to leave again, and said before he could move towards the door "You can't go alone Padfoot and we need a rough plan."
"I'm sick and tired of plans! All it makes us do is stand around talking while they get closer and closer to danger!"
He shook his head, "This is a very simple one." Turning to the whole group he spoke clearly, using his best teacher tone "Tonks, Moody, Severus and I shall accompany you; once we arrive there Tonks and Moody will serve as back up while you, Severus and I go after the kids, any questions?"
"I don't remember volunteering for such and expedition." Severus stated glaring at all of them. Before he could so much as give him a value answer, Sirius beat him to it.
"Look here Snape, I don't like you and I never pretended to" Sirius began, looking directly into Severus' eyes "but even I have to admit that we need your knowledge and skills of what goes on in that place for this mission to work. So could you please stop being a bastard and just come?"
They continued to glare at each other even after Sirius had finished speaking and he was about to intervene when Severus gave a simple nod in acquiescence.
Using a knife, Sirius nipped his finger, allowing a few drops of blood to fall onto the necklace pendent before whispering "Vestigo sanguis familia." The pendent began to glow, a red light surrounding it and he continued the incantation "monstro mihi qua." The red light seemed to concentrate on the center of the pendant before shooting forwards, pointing towards the exit of the house.
"Let's get going!" And for once, Tonks didn't trip as she rushed out of Grimmauld Place.
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A tall, dark robed figure bowed reverently before the wizard sitting in front of him.
"Risse my follower"
Those red eyes bored into his, searching and inspecting his every thought, in the end causing the man – if he can be called a man – to laugh manically.
"Excellent…yesss, he is perfect. Wormtail!"
The small, balding man who was waiting beside the Dark Lord jumped, looking at him with fearful eyes.
"The plan is working without flawss?"
"Yes M-Master…"
A moment of pause, not doubt those red eyes were also looking into Wormtail's, searching for deceit, "You exceed my low expectations of you. Go! Take our newessst follower to his cell. He must be ready for the eventsss that are to come."
"Yes Master."
Lord Voldemort gave, what was possibly for him, an almost gleeful laugh.
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They were flying in rapid speed, the wind blowing against their faces, causing their noses to become numb with cold and their hands to grip tightly on their broom handles, but Sirius paid attention to none of this. His eyes were focused completely on the thin red line that his necklace was producing, directing him towards Voldemort's hideout and, most importantly, his son.
Hang on son, we'll soon be there to help you and when we do arrive… I'll make sure that that filthy traitor can never harm you again!
Even though they were all moving rapidly, Sirius felt his wrath burning in his veins as he remembered what he had seen.
He had swiftly turned around only to find Ron calmly standing behind his friends, watching all that was happening in a detached way. He watched as Ron lifted his wand and with a double swish, caused the rest of the laying objects to become animated and attack the two oblivious teens before him.
No… it can't be…
Sirius tired to look around to see if there was anyone who might be controlling his son's friend, but it was useless. The three children were the only ones to be found in that room. He stood helpless as Ron glanced towards the door to confirm its closed position, before sending another whispered spell which made the object attack even more fiercely than before.
That little bastard! I'm going to kill him!
That done, he stepped forward and allowed himself to be hit as he made his way to try and help Harry and Hermione with the rebelling cupboard. The last thing he saw before his vision blurred again was Harry, tripping and falling down exposing the necklace he had given him as a Christmas present. Suddenly he found himself standing in the exact same position as before, only alone again.
But there was no denying the fact, for what he had seen was true.
Ronald Weasley is the fucking traitor! And I will make sure he lives to regret the day he decided to betray us all!
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My action scenes leave a lot to be desired but they are the best I can do at this point in time. Feel free to use your imagination to improve them. (Heaven's Demon: At least it is better than the last battle between Voldemort and Harry)
So, now you know… Ron is the traitor! Don't kill me just yet people, for I still have some chapters to write and you wouldn't want to stay without them, correct? Someone had to be the traitor and even though it was a close call between Ron and Moody, Ron won in the end (which is a pity for I really do like him in the books… sorry Ron fans!).
I also remember receiving a wonderful review a long time ago where the person stated that if Remus was the traitor I would get hurt, well, I just wanted to say that Remus was also in my list for possible traitors, but that during the re-write I started to like him so much that I wasn't able to think of him in that position any longer! Lucky for all the Remus fans out there!
Latin Translation: it is more or less "Trace blood family" and "point me where" but I can't be completely sure as I have never studied Latin.
Now, on with behind the scenes!
[Swiftly landing next to her, he continued their duel and with only a moment's hesitation, she joined him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Bombarda!"
"Ouch!"
"CUT!" Hell's Angel rolled her eyes. "Tonks, how many times will I have to tell you? Death Eaters don't moan! We're not even using real magic here!"
"This is not my job, okay?" Said a very upset Tonks. "She hit me with the tip of the wand! It's not my fault if you don't have cash to pay enough actors!"
Snape appeared under a dark cloak. No, he was not mad. He's been in a bad mood for over thirty years. "I must say, dear director, that this was not in the contract. We must loose? For Potter?"
"We've discussed that!" Cried Hells. "C'mon, let's do it again!"
"I suggest a job reunion now."
"Yes, yes, we must discuss the matter."
"They do not pay us enough for this."
Hells let her body fall on her chair as the actors made a small circle, talking rapidly. She sighed. "Someone shoot me, please."
"Okay!"
"NO! GET BACK TO WORK NOW YOU LAZY BAFOONS! I told mum I wanted to be a doctor! But nooooo... You're going to be a director, darling! And a famous one!"
"Hey, look. That" Said Lupin to Harry and Hermione, pointing at our beloved author. "is an anguished teenage drama-queen! This is how you protect yourselves from them, watch carefully. Hey! Hell's Angel!"
"Don't interrupt while I'm talking to myself you—"
"We love you, Hells!"
"Hey, what the—" She muttered as all the actors hugged her simultaneously. "Ok, I love you too. Now please get off me."
Until next time,
Hells Angel & Heaven's Demon