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Chapter Thirty five

Rhoan was only too quick to inform Anton that he had found what he thought was the exit, however he had also discovered that there was a large non-apparition field covering wherever they were being held and the area surrounding it, and that the apparition point inside the building had been disabled.

Anton scowled at this as he hung his firestone back around his neck, Rhoan had been unable to find his holsters or his shoes.

'There's no way to re-enable it?' he asked.

Rhoan shook his head 'we need passwords and they're also keyed in to only accept people on their system.'

'Damn.'

Rhoan impatiently tapped his foot in agreement 'I'm thinking our easiest way is to get out of here and then walking to try to get away from the field.'

'We'll have to bring him,' Anton said referring to the unconscious form of Fudge.

'How are we going to deal with this?' Rhoan said concern passing his features 'we did kill a few people and this isn't war.'

Anton frowned 'they may be Ministry workers but don't forget they kidnapped us, interrogated us and beat the shit out of us.'

Rhoan flashed a grin 'just like old times then.'

Anton rolled his eyes and waved his wand at the coward next to him, the portly man immediately levitated up and floated along as Anton made for the office door, in the outer room the Death Eater he had knocked out was still out cold but now he was tied up tightly with no magical or non-magical way of escape.

Rhoan overtook Anton and led the way back down the corridor and the way he had initially taken, there were a few wizards and witches tied up along the way some were conscious, others were not.

They passed the unusable apparition point which Anton quickly sent a couple more damaging spells towards just to make sure no one could enter or escape without them knowing.

Eventually they reached a heavy metal door with disabled locking spells surrounding it, Rhoan shoved it open with a gust of wind and the three of them went through it.

The first thing Anton noticed was the icy wetness soaking through his socks, grimacing he looked around at the snow covered landscape, in front of him Rhoan was pulling much the same expression.

'Did I mention how much I hate snow?' his brother scowled 'honestly everything in this stupid world's connected to water.'

Anton smiled slightly at Rhoan discomfort and used his own wand to dry his socks and put a waterproof charm on them. Warming himself quickly he took a step forward and Fudge moved along with him.

'We'd better get moving,' he said 'we can't know how big this block is.'

If possible Rhoan glowered even more 'well that's just brilliant,' he moaned 'I'm freezing and I bet you're keeping yourself nice and toasty.'

'Unless you want me to set you on fire I fail to see how I can help you,' Anton replied smirking.

'I think I'd take anything right now,' Rhoan grumbled casting a few warming spells which did little to help.

Anton shot a fireball at his moaning brother who just had enough to time to set off a blast of wind blowing the fire away from him, unluckily he avoided the fire but his back foot slipped on the wet snow and he landed face down on the soaking ground. Rhoan lifted his head and glared at his laughing brother.

'You are going to pay for that.'

'Why?' Anton protested 'you did ask for it.'

Rhoan got back onto his feet and this time attempted to dry his drenched clothes.

'And as a plus it gave me a chance to see if your reflexes were as slow as ever.'

His answer was in the form of a speeding snowball.

--

Whatever elation Anton had felt all those hours earlier had passed soon enough as darkness descended over the empty landscape, Anton had also long finished telling his brother the details of what had happened in the following five days after his death and his return to the past.

Fire was now lighting their path, it hovered in the air beside them, small balls of red light casting a glow on the icy ground beneath them, every so often they would attempt to disaparate only to be met once again once again with the field.

'How big is this thing!' Anton exclaimed his patience finally wearing thin.

'I wouldn't like to think,' Rhoan answered 'we've been walking for over six hours as it is.'

'Nothing we haven't done before then,' Anton said tiredly.

'No,' Rhoan agreed 'nothing we haven't done before.'

A pathetic squealing sound came from above them and they both turned their eyes to stare uninterestedly at the struggling minister above them, he had woken up some time earlier and would attempt desperately to escape his bindings, he usually stopped soon after each go.

He was also now gagged, what had started with threats of power and of the regret they would face had tapered off into bribery and then pitiful begging as he offered them money and even other fellow Ministry workers to replace him. It hadn't taken to long before the brothers wearied of his incessant whining.

'Do you know what time it is?' Rhoan asked some time later.

'If I had to say I'd say it's some where around half seven maybe,' Anton said idly flicking at a floating fireball.

'I want some food,' Rhoan groaned 'honestly I can't remember the last time I ate properly, all I've had to far has been a bowl of grey soup and I didn't even get to eat that! I want treacle pudding, and chicken, and chocolate frogs, and pumpkin pasties, oh and rock cakes, can you believe I even miss Hagrid's rock cakes.'

'Shut up!' Anton moaned 'you're making me really hungry!'

'Hey you're the one who's actually gotten to eat proper food.' Rhoan said wistfully 'what I wouldn't do for a real breakfast with eggs, and bacon, and sausages, and…'

'You're doing it again.'

Rhoan blinked in surprise 'was I?'

'Yes.'

'I didn't realise, I just really fancy some food right now.'

Above Fudge gave a whimper.

Rhoan stilled suddenly followed seconds later by Anton.

'Do you feel that?'

'We've passed the field.' Anton said a smile flashing across his face.

--

They arrived on the path leading from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, and it was raining.

Anton wrinkled his nose slightly as he cast repelling spells on the water 'I'm not sure whether or not this is an improvement or not.'

'An improvement!' Rhoan grumbled 'yes one hell of an improvement, not only do I get to be cold but I also get to be wet.'

Anton rolled his eyes and began the walk to the castle, he was halted slightly by Rhoan's face as Hogwarts became visible in the distance, a myriad of emotions were passing across his face ranging from happiness to sorrow in flashes.

'I never thought I'd see it standing again,' he muttered.

'Wait until the first time you go back to Diagon Alley,' Anton said wistfully 'it's amazing.'

--

The Great Hall was humming with chatter and laughter but the teachers table was ominously quiet featuring absent places where friends should be sitting.

Professor McGonagall sat down next Dumbledore and he turned to look at her.

'Anything?'

'She still hasn't woken up.' McGonagall replied her lips tight 'is there anything with the Ministry?'

Dumbledore nodded once keeping his voice low 'Cornelius has gone missing, they're keeping it all very quiet as he vanished while visiting a special project.'

'Special Project?'

'It is being investigated even as we speak.'

--

Anton gazed up at the huge doors that stood open before them leading into the Entrance Hall, and then he looked back at Fudge who was still floating above them.

'Fancy some drama?'

Rhoan's face split into an evil grin.

'Do I ever.'

--

Harry tapped his foot repeatedly against the table leg beside him, occasionally Hermione would send him an irritated look causing him to stop but it wouldn't take long before he began again. Ron was staring at his plate with far less enthusiasm than he had ever previously exhibited. The duelling club that had been suggested had been stopped by Umbridge almost immediately, detentions were prevalent but Harry had so far kept his word to Anton that he would stay out of her way and give her no excuse to trap him in detention.

The doors of the Great Hall crashed open suddenly making every single student jump in surprise and trepidation, a high wind rushed through making them shiver. In the open doorway they were just able to make out to rigid figures illuminated by what looked like red glowing balls.

Something was flung up the centre isle by a strong force, it hit the floor halfway down and slid the rest of the way before coming to a rest near the teachers table, behind which all the teachers stood with their wands out.

The wind vanished along with the glowing light and silence fell instantly, the hall stared transfixed at the two people, the silver haired stranger stood next to their missing Defence teacher, both looked equally furious.

Both held dangerous swords in one hand, though one was silver and now they could see their teacher's unsheathed sword was wickedly black and sharp. The one they assumed to be Anton's brother had long tangled hair reaching half-way down his back and stood out in random places, his eyes were also silver but they held a menacing glint to them.

Together they strode between the tables keeping their eyes fixed firmly on the squirming object which they now realised was a person trapped in some kind of binding spell.

Anton shot a releasing spell at the individual who immediately attempted to stand up, they drew level with the man just as he got to his knees.

'If I where you Minister,' the silver haired man drawled 'I would stay where you are.'

A collective gasp echoed through the hall as they realised it was the Minister of Magic who was crouched on the floor snivelling pathetically, his clothes were wet and the colours had completely run on his pinstriped trousers.

'Where's Umbridge?' Anton demanded with urgency.

'She left the castle this afternoon saying she had important matters to deal with at the Ministry.' Dumbledore answered his expression calm as if thoroughly accustomed to dealing with what was happening.

'God dammit!' the other man swore anger visible in his face.

'May I ask what is going on?' Professor McGonagall said looking grave.

'He,' Anton spat 'had us put under illegal arrest, where we were interrogated, half starved and endured an absolutely pathetic attempt at coercion, which in itself was a bloody insult.'

Dumbledore gazed thoughtfully at Fudge's quaking figure before turning to the two brothers 'I suggest that we take this to a more private setting wouldn't you say Rhoan?'

Rhoan reluctantly agreed and Dumbledore turned to the teachers beside him.

'Minerva would you be as kind as to summon Madam Bones, Severus can you gather Kingsley and the others, Fillius can I ask you to get hold of Sirius?'

The three went of to their designated tasks and Dumbledore looked back to Fudge.

'Well Cornelius you really have made a mess this time haven't you.'

Fudge began blubbering denials and more than one accusation at Umbridge pointing that she was the main brains behind it all.

'Hagrid would you please escort the Minister to my office please,' Dumbledore continued 'we will be joining you shortly.'

Hagrid lifted the man almost off his feet and almost dragged him to the door at the side of the hall.

'Now Anton, Rhoan if you will accompany me we have much to sort out.'

Dumbledore swept off without waiting for an answer and they followed behind him.

Halfway down the hall they passed their alternate selves, Rhoan leaned over and swiped a chicken leg of Ron's plate.

'Sorry mate,' he said taking a big bite 'but I'm starving.'

Ron didn't know quite what to say in reply so he merely nodded his head in assent, it was then he realised that neither Anton nor his brother were wearing any shoes.

--

Dumbledore swept up the stairs leaving Anton and Rhoan hurrying to keep up, he suddenly stopped in front of a lurid painting of three fat cats.

'This is Headmaster Dumbledore, I am ordering a password override on the doorway.'

There was a humming sound and then the painting swung open, cold air seeped out sharpening the air, with their wands drawn they followed their furious leader into Umbridge's quarters.

--

The room was bare, there was only the basic furniture present, a bed, a dresser, a small recliner, an even smaller empty desk and a door leading into the simple bathroom. It was decorated with warm cream walls with the settee and bed coloured in earthy greens matching the one rug covering the wooden floor. A light frost covered it all.

In front of the bed was a plain trunk emblazoned with initials DU, Anton flicked his gaze to Rhoan and met his brother's eyes. Rhoan raised his eyebrows in slight disbelief and Anton shrugged in response.

Dumbledore waved his wand and the trunks feeble lock clicked open. Before he opened the trunk he turned to the men.

'Strong warding spells have recently been removed from this trunk.'

Anton's expression hardened 'she wanted us to get whatever is in there.'

'I'm guessing from your expression you already suspect what is contained within it.' It wasn't a question.

'It's her idea of humorous irony.' Rhoan replied.

Dumbledore turned back to the chest 'if my precautions have failed me again I will not be pleased.'

The lid swung open and Dumbledore stared gravely down at its contents, 'I do believe we have found Madam Umbridge.'

Anton took a step forward and looked into the trunk, Ofelia had obviously decided to expand the trunk as Umbridge's frozen form lay curled at the bottom of deep stone trench.

After a receiving a nod from Dumbledore Anton vaulted lightly over the side and landed with bent knees near to his former enemy, crouching down further he heated up his fingers and placed them against her flabby throat. The heat thawed the ice on her neck and allowed him to feel for her pulse. At first he thought that she was past helping but then with a shudder so small he almost missed it, her pulse thudded weakly.

'She's alive.' He shouted up to Dumbledore and Rhoan who were watching carefully from above.

'I'll levitate her up,' Rhoan called back 'just move to the side will you.'

After Umbridge was removed, her frozen body stiff and unbending, Anton climbed back to the top, grabbing his brothers outstretched arm he allowed Rhoan to haul him back into the room beyond the trunk.

--

Umbridge was transferred to St Mungo's less than ten minutes later followed by Anton and Rhoan who were both interested in seeing Madam Pomfrey first hand.

They stepped out simultaneously in the reception area of the Hospital, Umbridge was rushed off in one direction but as neither of them had any interest in seeing how she was they turned instead to the Welcome Witch who was looking her usual bored self.

'Hello, I'm looking for Madam Poppy Pomfrey.'

The woman cast an uninterested eye at Anton and said 'spell damage fourth floor.'

'Thanks.'

--

Madam Pomfrey was sectioned into her own room, she was lying completely still tucked neatly under the covers, Rhoan approached her bed first his eyes slightly disbelieving as he stared at the nurse.

'This is weird.'

'I know,' Anton replied joining his brother 'do you recognise the spell?'

'I'm not sure,' Rhoan said truthfully 'do you?'

'I think so,' Anton answered 'if I'm right then it was one of Ofelia's newest creations, do you remember on the skirmish where the twins were killed she sent that spell at Michael but missed and it hit that Death Eater instead.'

'Was that this spell?' Rhoan asked 'I was fighting with my back to what was happening.'

'It has the same indicators, I think I might be able to work out the counter curse that needs to be cast.'

'By all means take your time,' Rhoan rolled his eyes as Anton lapsed into his task of reminiscing.

Half an hour later he was still at it, every so often he would mutter something under his breath and scrawl a word out in the air. Moments later he let out a loud shouting causing his brother to jump in surprise.

'I've got it!'

'Finally,' Rhoan said springing to alertness 'what is it?'

Anton pointed his wand at the comatose woman 'nefalidas.'

Nothing happened, Madam Pomfrey stayed still on the bed, Rhoan scratched his head and looked at Anton 'I don't think it worked.'

Anton scowled and looked back at his floating notes 'I don't see how that didn't work, it should have done.'

'I don't want to state the obvious…' Rhoan started but was silenced by a glare from Anton.

'I believe it did work Mr Lukyen,' came a perturbed voice.

They both looked back to the bed to see Madam Pomfrey blinking up at the ceiling.

'See I told you so,' Anton grinned.

'Well as thankful as I am, you had better help me off of this bed,' the nurse interrupted 'and will one of you be so kind as to find my clothes.'

If ever Anton was given more reason as to never get on the wrong side of the nurse it was in that following hour. Once the nurse had dressed in her usual clothes she had strode from her hospital room without a backwards glance with Anton and Rhoan running to keep up with her. One Healer made the mistake of attempting to get her to stop.

'Madam Pomfrey I must insist you return to bed,' he blustered 'your condition was very serious.'

She fixed him with a fierce look pinning him where he stood 'Jonathan I remember when you were a small boy and cried constantly on my arm because you missed your home in those first few weeks at Hogwarts, do not think for one moment you can order me to do anything.'

The man opened and closed his mouth a few times obviously deciding whether he risked saying anything else, Madam Pomfrey stopped him before he even had the chance.

'I also remember lying on that uncomfortable bed listening as you and your fellow workers suggested completely clueless causes to my unconscious state, you know absolutely nothing about the spell that was cast on me, you know nothing of its effects, so I shall now be leaving.'

With that she swept past the Healer heading for the nearest fireplace.