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Chapter 8

Ky's POV

The sound of the clattering knife resounded in the small square space for moments filled with otherwise silence as each familiar feature of the cloaked in black and now un-masked boy screamed at me…

Harry still had him gripped against the wall, albeit a little less forced than a minute ago. Jack's usually black eyes glinted a dark brown as a slither of light hit his face in the poorly lit square.

"Ky!" I turned just as Harry screamed and my face flung backwards as the female Death Eater…punched me? Punched me? That was definitely not their usual tactic, I recovered from the surprise attack as I saw the second fist coming and heard the exchange of spells that re-emerged to the left of me, it seemed that Harry was distracted by my fight and lost control of his own situation.

I ducked the second fist whilst simultaneously moving forward, resulting in me being positioned behind her and I took advantage of the split second it took for her to realise that and elbowed her shoulder.

She staggered forward but straightened up in an instant, turning and running forward with her cloaked black arms raised; I stood and waited for her. She threw two more punches which I weaved easily past, she had no technique, she was just working on brute strength considering she was disarmed, I could end this quickly, but it hardly seemed fair using a wand…it was like bringing a gun to a knife fight, I smirked, and I'm nothing if not fair.

She kicked and I grabbed her foot, there was power in the kick but no aim, flailing of legs and I laughed as she hopped on one leg as my grip tightened. I flung her foot down and bent down, kicking backwards and upwards and making contact with the underneath of her chin, flinging her head up violently, relieving her of both the silver mask and the black hood.

I saw the shock of blonde hair and I was not so surprised at seeing the features of Allison Fleeceheart come into view, considering who Harry's opponent was. Her green eyes glinted at me and she ran forward again, I dodged to my side as she passed me and I stepped on her long black cloak and she jerked backwards enough for her taller figure to be in reach as I flung an arm around her neck placing her in a vice grip easily.

"Tell me, having fun playing on the same side as Cedric's murderer? Get you off?" She sputtered something that sounded like a growl as she couldn't respond due to her current predicament. She tried shaking me off but I was no newbie to the physical fight and could have men three times my size in a lock with ease.

"Oh very few things get's this one off Kyrianna. She's not like you and I…" Fleeceheart stopped sputtering and the distant sound of Harry's fight faded into the silence as the familiar voice floated over, I slowly turned, forcing Fleeceheart to do so too and glared at the electric blue eyes as she smirked at me, her red lips glossy and her usual dark locks covered in a bright blue hooded cloak that contrasted with her pale skin. Her wand was raised casually at the Kid, whose hazel eyes were wide in terror. "Sexual creatures such as ourselves have an appetite for such things…Allison on the other hand isn't so adventurous. Though different she maybe, she needs to breathe all the same…just as this little one does…no?"

I looked at her pale brown wand and the steadiness in it albeit her casual stance, I knew what she was hinting at and loosened my grip on Fleeceheart. "I never knew you to get attached to your toys. If I break this one I'm sure you can brainwash a new one."

She sighed nonchalantly, "That is true, but I've been told I need to exhibit…what is it called…restraint?"

"Bastian's orders?" Her blue eyes glinted and her carefree expression dropped as her red lips were held in a snarl.

"Bastian does not give me orders."

"Not what it looked like last month." I stepped on the the back of Fleeceheart's heel as she wriggled in my arms.

"Last month was a busy month for my family, you have to be specific. Are you talking about the time my brother and I nearly kill you Thornton girls, or are you talking about the time my mother killed the Black bastard."

"Harry, no!" I saw his wand move away from Corner and move to Bellamy, he may have fought her but I knew better, the girl was not bluffing…she would kill the Kid. Or worse. Corner took advantage of Harry's distraction and raised his wand but I saw that coming, letting go of Fleeceheart and hitting him with a stunner that had him flying for feet.

My scalp burned and my eyes watered as my head flew backwards, Fleeceheart's long fingers in my hair as she recovered from my lock and attacked me, before she made a second move though, her body froze over as Harry's petrifying spell hit her and she fell to the floor. I caught his emerald green eyes as I massaged the back of my neck which got most of the hair pulling assault but my eyes whipped away quickly at the gurgling sound.

"STOP!" The Kid's feet were hanging a foot off the ground, flailing uncontrollably as her little fingers grappled at her neck at the invisible rope that chocked her, Bellamy's wand steadily pointed at the child. "STOP IT!"

Alya Bellamy smiled at me, "I don't think you want me to Kyrianna. If you did, you wouldn't defy me. I think you get off on this. Do you like it?"

I snarled, stepping forward but Harry raised his hand, in control of his emotions again, "Just let go of the child, you can have them. Just…stop."

She turned to him, looking at him for the first time, as if he was something unpleasant on the underneath of her boot. "Harry Potter…forever the hero…saviour to little children and damsels in distress alike. They should write books about you, bet it would sell millions…a story of The Chosen One…" She laughed, a high pitched cackle that she inherited from her mother. "They really love the grandeur nicknames don't they, The Boy Who Lived…" She laughed, nodding her head to the girl who was growing paler, "Think they'll call this one the Girl Who Died."

I raised my wand and she tutted at me, "I believe I was talking to your man, it's rude to interrupt. I believe you spoke of a deal…" I looked at the Kid, she stopped struggling, she was stronger than I thought, anyone else her size would have been dead. Her hazel eyes pleaded with me and I thought quickly as Bellamy spoke on, "Your girlfriend's right though, I have no attachment to my toys, especially if they appear to be cheap knock offs." She glared at the frozen Fleeceheart and the dazed Corner. "I do however," Her blue eyes glinted as they fell on Harry, "care for the Chosen One. I guess what I'm asking is…does the Chosen One care for…" She glanced at the Kid who remained motionless in the air, "little orphaned girls." She mock frowned as she said the last few words and I snarled, running forward.

"KY! DON'T!" I stopped, a foot or two away from Bellamy who smiled widely at me, looking at me with glee. My hands shook at my sides with anger, Harry was next to me in a moment.

"First let the child go."

"What are you-"

He raised his hand to silence me and Bellamy's smile widened. She mock bowed, the little girl crumpling to the floor as she did so, the small square filling with her rasping and I made to move forward but Harry stopped me.

"Come now Harry," My skin crawled as she said his given name, hating it more than when she said my own. "You are a man of your word, are you not?"

He stepped forward.

"What do you think you're doing!" I screamed, he was a step away from her, her wand still pointed at the girl but no spell chained to it this time. White cold fear gripped me as he reached her and my mind went blank with fright.

"Give the child to Ky."

"She can get her once we leave, no?" Her lips were wide as she held her left hand out for him, right hand still on the small heap that was the girl. Harry raised his hand and I did the same, having chanted the spell in my mind for the last minute, concentrating all my energy on connecting my power to the small knife that Corner held to my neck minutes ago and raised my fingers, pointing at her exposed left hand. The only thing that made contact with Harry's outstretched palm was the spattering of blood as the knife forced its way through her flesh and I charged forward.

"Ignis Cantenamus" The chain of fire whipped from my wand and flicked towards her but she ducked down, the tip of the chain singing her blue cloak, I raised the whip again but stopped, her hands now around the Kid who she held as her shield.

"HARRY! KY!" Mi's voice floated from down the dark alley and I could hear footsteps, Bellamy's blue eyes were calculating.

"Ignus Sagitarrius!"

Harry's fire arrow aimed straight for her head but in the blink of an eye and a resounding click the flames died as it made contact with bare brick wall as all traces of Alya Bellamy and the Kid disappeared. I turned around, Corner and Fleeceheart gone, not knowing if they made their break with their mistress or before.

"Ky!" Mi burst through the alley looking left and right, finally her eyes found me and grew wide as she spotted the fire whip that fell from my wand, she ran toward me but I turned away, glaring at Harry.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING! You were going to GO with HER!"

He looked down at me solemnly, "No."

"YES YOU WERE! You were just going to leave with her!" I screamed, pushing at his chest in frustration. "Why are you such a coward! Why did you just let her have her way! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE THAT DEAL!"

"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T LET ME GO!" He shouted, grabbing my hands before I could push at his chest again, my wrist enclosed in his long fingers, his emerald eyes bright, seeing into my very soul, "I knew you wouldn't…" He whispered and my breathing quickened…

"Harry! What happened!" Ron rushed forward and I wriggled out of Harry's grip as the rest of the Weasley's spilled into the small square.

Mi's chocolate eyes stared at me sympathetically and I looked away, in no mood for anyone's pity, even my best friend's. I stormed past the mass of redheads, dodging worried looks and extended hands and ran into the dark alley, feeling comforted by the blackness and calmed by the light at my back growing further and further away with each step I took, fighting away memories of familiar touch on my wrist as I scratched at it with my nails, fighting it away and hung my head low, as it throbbed as it sunk in that the little girl had been taken by the worst of people…Alya Bellamy…

A/N: A short but action packed chapter!

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