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CHAPTER 39

I lost control of my body, I felt defeated. I barely registered that someone had been dragging me away from my grandmother by my arm. The yells and the bangs around me had been muted, because nothing made sense anymore…

The noise around me had completely died out, and I thought it was just me but then I had realized again where I was and what was happening. Vladimir Morozov held his wand to my throat, pulling at my hair, I found my hands to be bound by some enchantment.

I had nothing…

I looked around to see those still standing frozen, watching me nervously. On the ground I saw nothing but blood and dark figures, some easily identifiable, others not so much.

It was only the Headmaster, Hisoka, Snivellus, and myself left standing. Karl and Sven had both attained injuries and were in one of the hallways on Albus' command. We were outnumbered by eight, and the battles had ceased when Vladimir had yanked Audrey away from her grandmother, laughing at her tears.

I hadn't realized how much she was bleeding until the battle had paused. She had a cut on the top of her head, half of her face was covered in blood, the front of her dress was covered in it. It must have been from where she slipped.

Seconds before, I was battling him with Audrey's grandfather. I don't know what had happened, but we were blasted backwards and he was dead. Vladimir left me in the rubble, laughing and went for her. I could feel the rage pulsing through me…

"What a admirable fight." Vladimir spoke in perfect English, his followers grunted in agreement. "Weren't they good?" He added sarcastically, looking over his shoulder at the other men. They laughed.

Albus Dumbledore stared at them, straight faced.

"The great Dumbledore!" He gestured to the Headmaster. "…he can't save you now." Vladimir whispered to Audrey.

I didn't know what he said after mentioning Dumbledore, but a chill ran up my spine.

"It's rather unwise of you to be here, Mr. Morozov." Albus addressed him. "The aurors will be here shortly-"

"The aurors." Vladimir sneered, interrupting him. "The aurors are under command of me, as is the Russian Minister of Magic."

With this, his followers laughed once more.

"Ah, yes." Albus clucked, pacing now. "You didn't let me finish. The aurors will be here shortly, the international ones, but I have no patience for that." He raised his wand, giving him a look.

Vladimir gave two of his men a look, shoved the girl into their grip and began to duel Albus.

None of these men that accompanied Vladimir were dumb, a lot of them were either 'aurors' or worked somewhere in the Ministry. Just like England, the devils had infiltrated. One of them was whispering in Audrey's ear, and she looked absolutely horrified and began to cry. I don't know what he was saying to her, but the way he looked at her and the way he touched her made me lose it…

While Dumbledore and Vladimir were having the face off of the decade, Sirius had raised his wand and fired a spell at the two holding Audrey. They had been knocked aside, but quickly got up and began dueling Sirius.

Vladimir held out his free hand and summoned Audrey back to him, now deciding to use her as a shield while firing spells at Dumbledore. She had been hit with a few curses, and began to shriek in pain but was silenced quickly by Vladimir shoving a hand over her mouth.

He was a sick, twisted, maniac.

The high glass windows of the hall broke and two dark figures came crashing onto the floor, rolling. One of them a man, with salt and pepper hair and green eyes, in a second, his eyes turned a deep black.

Audrey's father, and what I could assume was her mother had finally arrived.

Isaac was poised for an attack, but something else had gotten to Vladimir first. It knocked Audrey out of his grip, tackling him to the ground. All they could see was a sea of black hair, Vladimir was yelling and cursing. Audrey ran into her father's arms, his eyes were still black. He released her after a few moments to Karl, who held her tightly to him. Sirius felt an instant surge of rage mixed with longing, he suppressed it quickly.

I noticed whatever had been attacking Vladimir had stopped, at first, all I saw was her hair and her green arms. She had him pinned to the ground, and Audrey's father was circling them both. His eyes were murderous.

The room was now silent, and everyone was listening to what Airleas was saying to the man.

"Who are you?" She growled, pressing her fingers to his throat.

"Vladimir Morozov." He choked.

"Filthy human." She snarled. "You act as though you're so high and mighty. You require a piece of wood to do magic."

She snapped her fingers and Vladimir's wand broke, just like that.

It was incredibly shocking to me to hear her say such a thing, first, because I was so used to my family members shouting about filthy half breeds. Second, because I had expected Audrey's mother to be incredibly good natured, which she was…but I did not know that until much later.

"Airleas…" Albus called calmly. She ignored him.

"You don't ever come near my daughter again. Ever." She hissed in his ear.

"Airleas…" Albus called again, still calm. Isaac however, approached the two and lifted his wife from the man with one arm.

Seeing her in better light, Sirius saw how incredibly alike Audrey and Airleas looked. They had the exact same face, frame, and hair. Though there were minute traces of Isaac and the Dalio family. The shape of her eyes, and her lips Airleas bared her sharp teeth, Sirius now understood where Audrey's teeth from Halloween came from, she was glaring at all of Vladimir's followers. She spoke slowly to them in English. "Get…out…" She hissed.

They all stared at her, not moving yet.

"Get out…you have a three minute head start. Then I'll have you all." She hissed, approaching them.

"Don't listen to that filthy ha-"

Isaac had silenced Vladimir by punching him straight in the stomach, and then shoved him into a nearby wall.

One of the men had been so foolish as to point his wand at Airleas, before he could even cast she had jumped on him and attacked. There was a sickening crack that filled the air and the man went limp.

"Anyone else want to try anything stupid?" She hissed, looking at the remaining men. They seemed to finally take the hint and began to run for the doors. She went straight after them, into the darkness.

Sirius was stunned, and Sven whispered to him. "She's normally very good natured, really. Banshees just get very upset when their own are threatened."

"I can tell…" Sirius replied, in awe. Outside of the palace, the men's screams could be heard. They were quickly silenced.

In the corner of the room, Isaac had Vladimir by his throat. They spoke in hushed Russian, Isaac's voice was deep and demanding. Sirius didn't dare ask Sven or Karl what was happening. Though he noticed something Vladimir had said set Audrey off badly, and she let out a yell and tried to break lose from Karl.

Vladimir let out a laugh and spoke in perfect, cold, English.

"You should let her go, boy. Let's see what happens." He said, an odd, twisted smile on his face.

"Audrey, don't listen to him." Severus called. Before anyone else could react, Isaac moved his arm in a quick swift motion and Vladimir was off the ground and went flying through one of the windows. There was a sickening thud on the ground outside which made Sirius, Severus, Karl, and Sven wince.

Audrey let out a shaky breath, broke loose from Karl's arms and knelt on the floor, cradling her head in her hands. Her hair falling in curtains around her, her breathing was heavy.

"I am so sorry, Isaac." Albus said quietly to the man, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Isaac sighed, looking around.

"It was inevitable, Albus…" He murmured, looking around at everything. His eyes remained black, which scared Sirius quite a bit.

Grigori Gregorovitch was now speaking in hushed Russian to Isaac. The doors opened and Airleas walked in, some blood on her mouth, she wiped it off quickly. Sirius wasn't quite sure who's blood it was. She pushed past the small crowd that was standing around Audrey, she knelt on the floor next to her child and wrapped her in her arms tightly. All that could be heard were muffled sobs and anguished screams that were silenced, there were slight tremors jolting the house falling in time Audrey's cries. Some of them were grand, and others were smaller.

If you've ever asked someone what their worst memory was, it's usually about a loved one's death. My worst memory was watching the person I loved more than anything suffer so greatly. Every sob, every scream that I heard felt like I was being viciously stabbed.

I had brought this upon my family. This was my fault…

and I would never forgive myself.