Albus writhed in pain. He was aware he'd fallen to the ground, but the pain still wouldn't stop. Finally, only after he found that he was screaming at the top of his lungs did the agony cease.
"We don't want the teachers finding you, do we?" Denver said. Albus scrambled up from the ground, aware that while he was screaming, another Death Eater had taken his wand. Nearby, Owen still stood frozen to the spot.
"What do you want with me?" Albus asked. "And in case you haven't noticed, the Death Eaters don't exist anymore. They're gone. They disappeared after Voldemort died."
"Voldemort is still very much alive," Denver said, "in those that dream to get rid of the Potter family."
"I have a brother, mother, and sister you know. And my father is still alive."
"Who says they haven't been captured too?"
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James awoke with a splitting headache, like usual. He crept out of the Griffindor common room, ready for another night at the library. Grunting, he shoved the large wooden doors open, breathing in the smell of old books. Crinkling his nose, he sat down at a table. James wished he could be doing anything else right now, perhaps sleeping. But with his splitting headaches keeping him up, he was sleepy during the day, and this seemed the best night to do his homework.
While reading a particularly boring reading on House-Elves' (who cared that some S.P.E.W. foundation gained them rights), James became aware of the familiar creak of the library doors. Slipping his father's invisibility cloak on, he started to pack up his books.
"Hey James!" Michael cried, a close friend of his said.
"Oh, hey Michael," James said, recognizing the voice. Immediately, he slipped off the cloak.
"I told you he had a cloak," a throaty voice sneered. James recognized it as Jimmy Flecher's, the Slytherin's notorious beater. "Accio cloak!" James lunged for the cloak, but it soared right to Jimmy's hand. Quickly, James went for his wand.
"Expecto Patronum," he cried. An elk appeared from his wand, running towards his enemies. Many shielded their eyes as the light filled the room. Aware this was a trap, James started running.
Running toward the doorway, he suddenly heard Michael shout, "James? Are you here? Help!" Michael! James remembered. He'd been captured. Turning back around, James scanned the room for his friend.
"Stupify!" came a yell, and Jame's body went frigid.
"Well, one thing is for certain," Jimmy said. "You can lure a Potter."
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Lily squirmed in her bed. Why did Ravenclaw's bed have to be so hard? She got up, and went down to the common room. Resting in one of the chairs, she heard the door creak open. What if it was Professor Chang, the House's head? She quickly went behind her chair and hid.
But it wasn't Chang. It was Gwen, a girl everyone thought should have been in Slytherin, not Ravenclaw. She bent over the roaring fire, as if waiting. Then, a face appeared in the flames.
"How is it going?" Gwen asked. Denver's face appeared.
"We've got Albus, and Jimmy just said he captured James." From behind the chair, Lily gasped. Albus and James were her brothers!
More scared than ever before, Lily pulled out her wand. Knees wobbling under her, she stood up and shouted, "Stupify!" Her spell zipped toward Gwen, and missed her hand by an inch. The spell hit the fireplace.
Quickly, Gwen now pulled out her wand, repeating Lily's spell. This time, however, the spell didn't miss.
Denver stood with Jimmy. Spreading a potion he'd made, he saw all the defense covering the Potter's yard. They were everywhere; fortunately, he saw a opening.
"We'll go through that window," he told Jimmy and another boy. They were the elate force going to penetrate the house.
The three mounted their brooms.
Harry twisted in his sleep. Next to him, Ginny got up, probably to go to the bathroom. Her movements woke him up, and he watched her walk towards the entrance of the room. Suddenly, she fell, making jerky movements. Harry rushed out of bed, his arms reached towards her. Too late, he saw Denver raising his wand in the doorway.
"Crucio," Denver whispered, and Harry too fell a rising pain.