oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 28
The next day Harry was anxious about leaving his babies behind. The beauty of living in a literal travel trunk was that Harry had all of the things that belonged to the Grangers and the boys already. He was tempted to send the travel trunk itself with them but everyone insisted that Harry deserved to have his home away from home. No one would be using it at the Potter enclave anyway.
He woke at 5am and checked everything one more time. Harry double checked everything for the Grangers and Julius and Jameson. Harry wrote to Hardblow about transferring his accounts to France. Hardblow agreed that for a 2% fee, his accounts could be moved. Harry had easily agreed, despite the fact that he'd signed over more than 10 million galleons. It was just enough galleons to be worth Hardblow's while to relocate himself along with Harry's accounts rather than let such a lucrative sucker get away. Harry wouldn't have cared even if he did know. He just wanted to be away from the United Kingdom.
Harry made sure to leave the Granger's one million galleons to help care for any of their needs or the needs of the boys while Harry was gone. He was worried they might need more.
When he was done writing to Hardblow to double the Granger allowance, he went to sit in his sons' room and watch them when they were at their most precious - asleep. He practically counted their sleeping breaths until they awoke.
As soon as they did, Harry cuddled them close and didn't let them out of his arms until Hermione and Gabrielle asked for their own goodbye cuddle. Harry gave his sons over to the only people he was willing to share them with right now.
He looked his precious lads in the face. "Da is going away for a bit. Pop-pop and grammie will take good care of you until Da gets back," Harry said, tears entering his eyes. "I'll call you every morning and every night. I promise."
The baby boys studied their father's face. They started to cry quietly and reached for him. Harry pulled them back in his arms and hid his face in their wild hair.
"Harry?" Emma said, gently. "We only have five minutes until our portkey leaves."
Harry took a deep shuddering breath. His ladies each had one hand on his back, tears running down their own cheeks at the sad sight of a father who had to leave his children behind to keep them safe.
"Right," Harry said. He pulled back and looked at his lads. "I love you. Be good for grammie and pop-pop, okay?"
The baby boys sniffled and looked at their other caretakers. They smiled a mischievous smile. Dan laughed. He knew the boys would be good little troublemakers whenever they got the chance. He appreciated the slightly devilish nature in the adorable babies.
"We'll take good care of them for you," promised Emma.
"I'll protect them with my life. I've got my service weapon ready, if it's needed," said Dan, firmly. He wouldn't think twice to kill to protect these precious children.
"We'll do everything we can to keep them safe," said Tonks. She meant every word.
"We'll do everything we can to corrupt them," promised Sirius, with a joking grin.
Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. He squeezed his lads one more time and passed them over to their grandparents. Harry smoothed their hair and gave them a zerbert on their necks that made them giggle, like always.
Harry looked around at the group that would be returning with him. Hermione, Gabrielle, Fleur, Bill, Moody, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. It was a small group compared to what they began with. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Regulus, Dan, Emma, Julius, Jameson, and three other aurors would return to France with Harry's lads.
Julia hugged her girls while Emma did the same to Hermione. Jean Claude stepped up and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes.
"You are the only person I would trust to take my daughters back to that hellhole the United Kingdom calls a school. I know you will protect them. You are a warrior. You will succeed in this battle. I understand the wedding will take place during spring break?" asked Jean Claude.
Harry's eyes grew wide. He hadn't heard that but it made sense. The sooner Harry got the horcrux out of his head, the better. When that was done, there would be nothing to stop Harry from defeating Voldemort when he showed his ugly mug.
"I wasn't aware of the date of the wedding," Harry said, his voice squeaking on the word "wedding". "But, that makes sense."
"It does. Brides often have better ideas for such things than grooms. Let them create a special day for all of you. Please, mirror call me. I would like to keep apprised of the goings on. We will be present for the second task in February. Until then, stay vigilant and stay safe. The safety of all of my children is very important to me, including yours," said Jean Claude. Harry wanted to look away from the care he saw in Jean Claude's eyes but he appreciated it so much.
"I'll write to you, papa," said Harry, quietly.
"Bien, son. We will watch over your children until your return," promised Jean Claude. Harry nodded and relaxed slightly. Jean Claude had the power to move mountains, if he needed to use it. Jean Claude patted his shoulder and turned to say goodbye to his daughters. Julia came over and took her turn to hug Harry and feed his soul with reassurances and love. Emma and Dan had their turn, then it was time.
"Twenty seconds," said Moody. This emotional stuff was starting to get to him. He tapped the fist of each baby boy, promising to watch out for their Da for them. The boys gave him a serious look of expectation. "I swear it," Moody said to the baby boys. They smiled adorable, drooling smiles and kicked their feet.
The countdown began. Harry had his eyes on his babies who were in their little carseats, tied onto a rope. Harry felt his heart break just a bit when they disappeared.
Hermione and Gabrielle hugged him. Harry smiled at the contact even if he was bereft without his lads.
"Time to go," said Moody, holding out a mop handle. Everyone left in Harry's group put a finger on the handle. In a flash, the world changed and Harry was gone.
Harry slammed to his feet at Hogsmeade station. He stumbled for a moment, trying to keep his balance even though he technically never moved. Instead, space moved around him. As soon as he landed, he started to feel guilty. He let his hand drop from the mop and hung his head.
Hermione and Gabrielle both hugged him, whispering reassurances about what a good father Harry was and how he was doing the right thing. As if the universe wanted to prove him right, a spell suddenly flew to Harry's right. Harry felt it coming. He pulled the girl's down to the ground with him and pulled his wand. Moody and Kingsley were already throwing shields up and stunners out.
Someone screamed. An angry Moody cast a spell and pulled the ignorant idiot that was Vincent Crabbe towards them. He was stunned out cold. His wand was in his hand. Kingsley grabbed the wand and performed a priori incantatem.
"He tried to cast fiendfyre," said Kingsley. Harry stood and pulled the girls up. Fleur had been flattened under Bill. They took a lingering moment before they moved.
Harry looked behind him. A big wooden post behind him was charred almost completely through. Harry was angry.
"These bastards just won't stop!" screamed Harry.
Moody couldn't help but agree. The literal second they appeared in the United Kingdom, they were accosted by a malicious idiot. Kingsley put Crabbe in magical suppression cuffs. Then, Moody woke him up.
Crabbe looked around, afraid for a moment, then angry. "Let me go!" he shouted.
"Not likely. You just attempted to assault an auror with dark magic. You'll be answering for that," said Moody.
Crabbe struggled in futility trying to get out of the cuffs. He saw his wand in Kingsleys hand and paled.
"I didn't do anything!" cried Crabbe. "I was under the imperius curse!"
Moody sneered. "Learned that one from your father, did you? Too bad he's in Azkaban and can't tell you that won't work."
Crabbe looked enraged. He turned to look at Harry. "It's your fault my father's in Prison! I'll kill you and your byblows!"
Harry looked back, coldly. "You're lucky my children aren't here or I'd kill you and damn the consequences."
Crabbe looked around and noticed the babies weren't there. They were his real target. He was even more angry to see he would have failed no matter what. Draco would be so upset. Crabbe tried to say so but his tongue was too tied to speak. Draco was no idiot. He made sure to cover himself.
Moody noticed the tongue twisting curse. "Take him in for questioning. He's got a tongue twisting curse on him or I'll eat my wooden leg. Try to break it without breaking his obviously foolish and weak mind."
Crabbe looked at Harry. "I'll get you for this, Potter!" Kingsley just shook his head at the idiot who wouldn't stop implicating himself. He turned on his heel and popped away with the reprobate.
Moody turned to look at Harry. "They always say that when they fail to take you down, don't they?"
Harry looked ruefully back. "I reckon they do."
Moody smirked and led the way towards the school. Unfortunately, the drama wasn't done yet. As soon as they arrived at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall found them.
"Mr. Potter, I'm afraid I need you to come with me," said the grave woman. She looked around. "Are your precious children with you?"
Harry groaned. What now? "No, they're not. I left them in France where they'll be safe."
McGonagall slumped in relief.
"I'm so very glad to hear that. As much as I love to see their adorable faces, I'm afraid the Ministry is here, asking for you and for them," said Professor McGonagall, scathingly.
Harry huffed in annoyance. "What do they want? Nevermind, after the fiasco at Sirius' trial, I can guess. Well, they can do whatever they want to me but they won't be getting my babies. They'll never set foot in this country again, if I have my druthers."
"I hate to say that is a wise move but I strive to be an honest person," said Professor McGonagall. She led the way to Headmaster Dumbledore's office.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, gravely. A woman Harry didn't know was sitting with three aurors. She gave Harry a triumphant look. "This is Ms. Edgecombe from the Department of Wizarding Family Services. She has come to investigate claims of child neglect and abuse."
Harry looked angrily back at her with a stone cold face.
"Minister Fudge sent me himself. He says you allow your children to spend time with lycanthropes and dangerous dark wizards. We'll be reevaluating your previous investigation," said the nastily smiling woman.
"Don't say a word, Lord Potter. You should have your attorney present. Under Wizengamot Manual 37 DM 8.03, you have the right to have legal representation at any Ministry reevaluation," said Kingsley in a deep voice, as he arrived through the floo.
Guilia Edgecombe gave Kingsley a vicious look. "You are not part of this tribunal."
Kingsley didn't answer her. Dumbledore turned around and threw some floo powder into the flames. "Elphias, could you join us? I have a student in need of emergency legal representation."
"That won't be necessary. I've already made my determination. Harry Potter is an unfit parent. I'll be taking the children and leaving now," said Guila, standing up.
Harry smirked. "My children have been granted asylum in France. They are not in the United Kingdom."
Elphias Doge stepped through. He saw Guila and his face hardened. Elphias was a reader of the international news. He saw how the Minister embarrassed himself, multiple times, in France over the holidays.
"What's this?" spat Elphias.
Guila stepped up, trying to look intimidating. "I'll be taking Mr. Potter into Ministry custody. He has interfered with the determination of the Department of Wizarding Family Services. He kidnapped two minor children and refused to remand them to proper, legal custody."
Elphias laughed in scorn. "The Ministry can't just take custody of a child. There must be a trial before at least 75% of the Wizengamot before such a writ can legally be issued."
"This is an emergency placement based on extenuating circumstances," said the angry woman.
"There's no provision for that," spat Elphias.
"There is now," she hissed.
Elphias turned to Harry. "Where are your children?"
"They've been granted asylum in France. They are with their guardians there," said Harry. Elphias grinned sharply.
"Well done," praised the elderly lawyer. An auror moved to grab Harry. Moody took out his wand and let it spark in his hand. Harry glanced at Hermione and Gabrielle. He gently touched the leather bracelet with two tiger's eye jewel beads on it. He was asking if it was time to take their emergency portkeys to either Harry's trunk or to France. The girl's got ready.
"As Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, I can definitively say that I did not sign off on any emergency writ to take custody of a child. At a minimum, my signature would be required," said Dumbledore. He looked mild and calm but he let a bit of his power seep into the room. "I'll have to ask you to leave at this time. Elphias will represent Harry throughout this investigation but I expect the situation will become moot. Any overturning of asylum granted to a person must be overturned at the ICW. My guess is you will have quite a bit of work on your hands to see that happen."
Guila gnashed her teeth at them all. Her aurors were backing away from the combined power of Moody and Dumbledore. Kingsley had a hand on Harry's shoulder, in case the boy enacted the emergency portkey that would take him back to France. Kingsley wouldn't leave the boy's back unprotected.
"I'll be back with a contingent of aurors if I have to. I will take custody of those babies," she hissed. She turned to Harry. "Your children will be placed in proper, separate homes with appropriate discipline."
Harry scoffed. "I've heard this threat before from Dolores Umbridge. We all know how that turned out for her."
"Are you threatening me?" asked Guila.
"Just reminding you that everyone has consequences," said Harry, his voice devoid of emotion but his wand sparking in his hand, too. Guila noticed.
"I'll be back," she said, angrily. She stood and stomped over to the floo and away. Her aurors hurried to follow her.
Elphias Doge turned to Harry. "Do you have the asylum paperwork with you?"
"I do," said Hermione. She pulled an accordion file out of her shoulder bag. She copied several pieces of paper and handed them to Elphias.
Elphias looked through them while Gabrielle pulled the money bag Harry had given her out of her pocket. She knew it had somewhere around 10,000 galleons in it.
"Would 10,000 galleons do for your retainer, sir?" asked Gabrielle. Elphias looked at her.
"More than. Let's say 5,000 galleons. If it goes to the ICW, I'll ask for 5,000 more," he said.
Gabrielle nodded and called out the correct number of coins that Professor Dumbledore put into a conjured sack and handed to Elphias.
"This is all in proper order. You even have your asylum paperwork ratified by the ICW. Will you be seeking asylum for yourself, as well?" asked Elphias.
"Definitely," Harry said, absolutely certain now that he could not and would not stay here.
"Very well. I'll work with your French attorney to begin the paperwork. Best to have everything ready for when the inevitable occurs," said Elphias ominously.
"Please," was all an angry Harry could say. He'd been back in England for less than an hour and he'd been attacked twice, once with spells and once with the power of the government.
"You may go, now, Harry. I apologize for bringing such unpleasantness to you the moment you returned," said Albus, sincerely.
"Not your fault," said Harry. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Doge, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Dumbledore and Doge nodded then turned to plot together as Harry and his group left the room.
They made it back to their rooms and yet more people were waiting for them. Harry wanted to scream, even though this group was much more welcome than the others.
"Harrykins!" said Fred, excitedly. After thinking about it and talking to George, Fred was more than pleased with Harry's offer. Fred and George were going to prank the world with the marauders. It was a fantasy come to life.
"Our brother from another mother," said George, grinning.
Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were standing behind them. They all giggled.
"The terror twins," Harry said, his face still angry.
"Woah! Are you showing your angry face because of something we did?" asked Fred.
"Or has the adventure started anew already?" asked George.
Harry snorted and opened his rooms. He went inside and set his travel trunk against the wall where it belonged. He went inside.
Fred and George looked at one another. "Something we said?" they said together.
"No, Harry's already been attacked twice in less than an hour. I think it's ruined his mood," said Bill, lightly.
"Should we come another day?" asked Fred.
"Harry is probably flying right now," said Hermione.
"Why don't you get your brooms and join him?" asked Gabrielle. "I think he would like that."
The twins and the girls hurried to get their brooms. They went back to Harry's trunk and Bill let them inside.
Harry was flying furiously in the faux sky. His tricks were beyond dangerous and deadly. He was being downright reckless.
"He should go pro," said a breathless Angelina as Harry flipped and reversed direction six times in a row before entering into a dive that left blades of grass flying through the air when he pulled back up. Everyone there had to agree.
The other quidditch nuts took to the skies, joining Harry but keeping their mortality and good health in mind, unlike the other boy.
The next few weeks went smoothly as classes resumed. Harry stuck to his studies, his preparations for the tournament, and for his inevitable exams. Things were going so smoothly that Harry was on edge. He could feel something building, ready to burst. It was two weeks before the second task when the foreboding feeling bore fruit.
Harry had a preparation session for the Trois Amants Purifier ritual with the girls. They were sitting in short trousers and short sleeved shirts on Harry's sitting room floor. They were alone for the moment, something that was critical to the success of the session.
They began by kissing until they felt their desire rise. Then, they sat in triangle formation with their bare legs touching. Ritualistically, they took turns chanting and kissing, breaking the kiss often to change partners.
While they chanted, they would run their hands up and down their partners bare arms and legs, trying to meditate through the intoxicating sensations.
Harry was sitting still, chanting, with both girls kissing his neck and rubbing the naked parts of his body. He felt like he might burst.
Harry kept his eyes closed and ran through his meditation technique. He focused solely on the image of sparkling blue, cleansing water and the smell of sage smoke. He felt split in two as his body quivered and reached for the physical sensations, yet his mind remained calm and peaceful. He mentally slipped into the water.
Harry sank quickly in the vivid blue, looking around as his mind separated from his pleasure filled body for the first time. He looked around and saw two spots of darkness in the clear blue. A dark chain connected them both to a hungry abyss that was sucking the water down into the ever widening chasm.
Harry suddenly realized he was one of the spots of darkness. He was being sucked into the whirlpool. Harry tried to swim away but couldn't fight the current. The other dark spot fought against the void of darkness, too. The other dark spot materialized as a woman whose body was covered in snake scales. She looked at Harry, panicked.
"I am Nagini. Help me!" she said. Harry stopped fighting to get away and swam towards the woman. He grabbed her just as she was being consumed by the dark void. Harry pulled her away, towards the surface. When their heads popped up, Harry saw something he recognized. A house beside a graveyard. Harry had only seen it distantly but he remembered it from Dumbledore's pensieve memory. The woman looked at him with begging eyes.
"Set me free!" she cried.
"I'm coming; hold on," Harry said, determinedly. She clung to Harry, her snake scales turning to healing phoenix feathers.
Harry gasped as his vision faded away. He orgasmed from the feeling of his ladies rubbing his thighs and using their sweet mouths to pleasure his neck.
"That was wonderful, mon ami," said the girl who's budding allure had gently risen around them in a small, pleasurable wave.
Harry turned to his ladies and kissed them both again, long and languid, appreciating the pleasure they brought him.
"Your allure started to show," purred Hermione, her hand slipping up and down Gabrielle's arm. Gabrielle shivered and felt desire rising in her once more.
Harry took his turn to kiss and touch his ladies in turn. He used his mouth on their clavicles and their beautiful arms until each girl shivered to their own shuddering climax. Their pleading chants and closed, flickering eyes turned Harry on so much, he honestly could have had another go if the memory of his vision wasn't still pounding in his mind.
They lay on the floor, holding one another close as they came down from their orgasms, sweet words of affection and joy filling their mouths and ears. Harry gently stroked his ladies until Hermione sat up.
She studied Harry.
"That was amazing. I think it was our best session yet. Something happened during your orgasm, didn't it?" she asked, ever observant even when she was focused on another, much more enjoyable task.
Harry squeezed Gabrielle one more time and sat up, gently helping her sit, their legs entangled still.
"I had a vision or something," said Harry.
Gabrielle looked at him with dread. "About what, mon ami?"
"About Nagini," said Harry.
"Who?" asked Hermione.
"Nagini is the name of the woman Voldemort enslaved. I saw her today. It's definitely a maledictus. We have to help her," Harry said. He felt the urgency in his bones. He jumped up and started pacing.
Hermione and Gabrielle watched him. Hermione cast a spell to clean them all up and stood herself. She helped Gabrielle from the floor and turned to look at Harry.
"What did you see?" she asked.
"I saw that house on the hill past the Gaunt shack. That big old broken down house beside that cemetery. We have to go there. Now!" Harry said. Harry looked ready to run out of the door.
"Get dressed first," said Hermione, sternly. "Then, we'll get Moody, Kingsley, Bill, and Dumbledore. We can't run off half-cocked. This could be very dangerous if Nagini isn't in control of herself."
Harry sighed annoyedly but went to do as Hermione said. In less than 15 minutes, Harry was storming towards Dumbledore's office with the other members of their little band of merry men.
"What's going on?" asked Moody, urgently as he walked fast to keep up with Potter. Moody sensed danger. His wand was in his hand, ready. Kingsley was alert at Harry's other side, just as ready.
"Let's get to Dumbledore first. We have a rescue mission to undertake," said Harry, firmly.
Moody studied him. "You found it, didn't you? The last one beside yourself?" he asked cryptically about the horcruxes.
Harry nodded once firmly and walked faster.
Moody sent a Patronus to Dumbledore. The door to his office was open and waiting when they arrived five minutes later.
"What's happened?" asked Dumbledore, urgently.
"I had a vision," said Harry.
Dumbledore blinked. That wasn't what he was expecting.
"You did?" he asked.
Harry nodded firmly. "During our practice session for the Trois Amants Purifier ritual," said Harry.
Dumbledore understood. The place of pleasure was a place of connection to the divine web of creation. Quickly, Harry explained his vision.
"You believe Nagini is at the Riddle Manor house?" asked Dumbledore. It was a risky move on Tom's part. He would certainly know Dumbledore knew of the location.
"I do. We need to save her. Now!" Harry said. He refused to sit like everyone else. He felt the deep need for immediate action.
Dumbledore studied him. "Shall we call Madam Bones?"
Harry huffed. "If we must," he said, ready to just go. He didn't like working with the adults. They slowed things down.
Kingsley moved to the floo. In less than five minutes, Madam Bones and two aurors Harry didn't know appeared.
"What's wrong?" she asked, taking control of the situation. Moody quickly caught her up. She looked at Harry seriously.
"You want to perform an extraction?" Madam Bones asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "We need to go. I can feel it."
Madam Bones thought quickly. "Do you expect we'll be fighting death eaters?"
"Not if we can help it," said Harry. "This is a rescue mission."
Madam Bones made her decision. She turned to the three aurors and two former aurors, "Right. We're heading into a dangerous mission. Moody, stay on Potter. Kingsley, you're with me to create a distraction. Jeffers, Li, and White, take the perimeter."
"What about us?" asked Bill.
"You're going to stay here with Dumbledore and provide protection for Ms. Granger and Ms. Delacour. This could be a diversion," said Madam Bones, seriously.
Bill didn't look happy but when Harry looked at him pleadingly, he relented.
"We should come with you, Harry," said Hermione.
Harry shook his head. "The more people, the more dangerous it becomes. Let me do this. It will be a quick trip," said Harry. He hoped that was true.
Hermione looked ready to argue mulishly. Gabrielle lightly touched her hand. "You are first in line to take custody of Julius and Jameson if anything goes wrong," she said, gently.
Hermione's expression relaxed somewhat. She still looked upset. "I won't be there to watch your back."
"I promise, I won't leave him," said Moody.
Hermione groused but agreed. Her arms were folded over her chest while Gabrielle put her arm around her. Hermione leaned into the grounding touch. They both watched Harry pace as he geared up mentally and magically for a fight.
"Let's go," said Madam Bones. Everyone that was going looked ready to do battle.
"Wait! Let me get your basilisk hide items!" said Hermione.
Dobby had been listening in. He didn't wait to be asked. In a moment, Moody and Harry had their basilisk hide robes and cloaks laying across their laps. Dobby didn't even show himself, he just did the helpful work as quickly as possible.
Moody grinned and pulled his overrobe off, replacing it with the basilisk hide one. The cloak swished around his body. Harry just threw his robe over his jeans and t-shirt, whipping the cloak around in a way that looked sexy and dangerous to the two girls.
"Are we ready?" Harry asked, impatiently.
"We are," said Madam Bones. She could admit she wished she had such fine protective gear for herself and her team.
"Be safe and call us for backup if you need us," said Dumbledore. He wanted to go to this potential fight with Tom but he could see the truth. He was best in his advisor role. This fight wasn't his, despite how much he wished it was.
The group poured through the floo to Hogsmeade. Moody pulled a small chain from his pocket. He tapped it, creating the portkey they needed. He'd investigated the location of the Gaunt shack after Dumbledor spilled the beans back in December. It was February now, just four days before Valentine's day.
"Take hold," said Moody, stretching the portkey chain out to a length that they could all safely hold onto. Everyone grabbed on and Moody said the passphrase to whisk them all away. "Portus."
In a hectic moment, they were standing outside the new wards Moody had placed over the Gaunt shack.
Harry looked around quickly. He saw Riddle Manor with the cemetery at the base of the hill. "She'll be in the cemetery," Harry said, remembering his first vision from Ravenclaw's diadem's jewel.
"Should we be expecting a hostile or a peaceful welcome?" asked Madam Bones.
"Hostile," Harry said. "I want to take her alive but be prepared for a fight. She's not in control of herself right now. We're going to help her with that."
"You heard him. Be on your guard. Put on a disillusionment and scent masking charm on yourself and take your positions. Do not engage unless you must. Kingsley you're with me," she said. "Red sparks mean retreat. Green sparks means we have the package. The fallback location will be Gaunt shack. See you all there."
Moody cast the charm on himself and Harry. They became chameleons, blending with the background behind them. Only when they moved could they be seen.
Everyone took off for their locations. Madam Bones and Kingsley went to their position at the gate of the cemetery. Harry and Moody hid behind two of the gravestones. The other three aurors went to the other side of the cemetery to provide cover.
It was an excruciating hour of waiting before Harry heard snake scales on the grass. He tapped Moody beside him. Moody tapped back once in confirmation. He heard it too.
Suddenly, a series of small pops sounded near the entrance. The snake sliding between the headstones lifted her head and hissed. She moved quickly and quietly towards the sounds. As soon as she passed between the headstones Harry and Moody were hiding behind, they popped up and started firing spells.
Nagini was faster. Even though they were less than two meters away from the giant snake, the beast still managed to move like lightning out of the way. She turned and hissed malevolently, a red sheen taking over her eyes. No one could be seen or smelled but the sound of their adrenaline fueled heartbeats was enough for her to know exactly where they were.
The snake coiled and stuck fast, almost getting Harry. She twisted and struck out again, catching Moody on the hand, right below the basilisk hide robes that would have protected him. Moody let out an involuntary curse and fell to the ground. The snake turned and started towards where Madam Bones and Kingsley were hiding, trying to cause an even bigger distraction.
Harry dropped the disillusionment charm and grabbed the snake literally by the tail, managing to impale the beast into the ground with a broken iron bar from the crumbling fence beside him. The snake hissed wildly and tried to rip herself away but Harry was a strong young man with excellent aim. She wasn't going anywhere.
Nagini turned on Harry. Her red eyes glimmering with hate. She hissed out a word in Parseltongue. "Potter!"
Harry dodged and twisted, not quite as agile as when he was on his broom but agile enough to lead the snake away from Moody, who was on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Harry was angry and terrified. Someone he cared about might die while this snake would be set free if it lived or not.
Harry didn't bother answering the wildly striking beast. He just twisted and turned until he managed to get his wand in her mouth. His fingers were a centimeter at best from her venom dripping fangs. Harry didn't care. He shouted.
"Stupefy!"
The snake started flailing weakly, trying to escape the feeling of losing consciousness. Harry growled and did the spell again, this time, pointing right in the flagging snake's eye. She finally went down.
Harry didn't hesitate. He jumped over her body and rushed to the obviously dying Moody.
"No!" Harry cried. "Fawkes!" Harry screamed the word in terror. Nothing came to the clearing. Harry started to cry. "Dobby!" he screamed instead.
Dobby appeared. He saw Moody and froze.
"Get me a bezoar and gods, I don't know!" Harry sobbed. Moody's breathing was coming slower. He could hear Madam Bones and Kingsley running his way. Harry was in a panic. He couldn't let someone else die in his place. Not again! He didn't know what to do so he did without thinking.
Harry jerked out the elder wand, strapped to his ankle. He shouted out the spell to make Moody his vassal. With all his heart, he wanted this man healed. Harry was so scared, he put literally everything he had into the spell. As soon as the spell left his wand, he fell forward in a dead faint, collapsing across Moody's chest.
Moody started to scream. Madam Bones and Kingsley froze, watching in horror as Moody's entire body bubbled and boiled. His screams turned into true shrieks of fear and pain as his permanently attached pegleg broke off. A horrid squelching sound filled the cemetery. Moody gurgled as his magical eyeball popped half a meter in the air and bounced away through the headstones.
Moody writhed but Madam Bones couldn't get close enough to help him due to his thrashing. Harry flopped down on the grass, still unconscious. The snake started to move. Madam Bones took a page out of Harry's book. She shoved her wand tip into the snake's mouth and stunned it twice.
"Captain!" shouted Kingsley. He saw something moving in Moody's trouser leg, under his robe. It was expanding like another snake. Kingsley started to fire a diffindo charm to cut the thing in half but Madam Bones shoved his ward arm up. The spell fired off harmlessly into the sky.
"Don't! That's his leg!" she said, shocked.
"He doesn't have a leg," said Kingsley, adrenaline pumping through his system making him shaky.
"He does now," she said, ominously. They both stood and watched in horrified fascination as Moody's leg emerged in a wobbly movement out of the bottom of his leg. It inflated to normal size, matching the other.
A small white and blue colored balloon started to inflate inside his skull, as his missing eyeball regrew. Madam Bones felt a little sick as she watched the eyelid stretch and regrow into place as the chunk in his nose filled in.
After just a moment, the formerly massively scarred auror had the skin of a newborn babe. He was downright handsome. It was disturbing.
Moody groaned, then turned and vomited yellow venom and bile onto the grass beside the headstone.
Madam Bones didn't know what else to do. She sent off green sparks.
"I'll take Moody and the snake. You get Potter," she said. She pulled the piece of rebar out of the snake's tail and healed it before she conjured a cage and shoved it inside. She grabbed Moody's arm and apparated away. Kingsley looked at the unconscious and deathly pale kid on the ground.
"I don't know how you did it but you did it again," said Kingsley. Harry even still managed to have a death grip on his wand.
Kingsley heard an enraged, high-pitched scream come from inside the manor house. He didn't waste anymore time. He picked up Harry and turned on a sickle, spinning away into the falling night.
In just a few minutes, the entire group was reunited. Moody was standing drunkenly, with his arm over Jeffers' shoulders. He didn't know how to stand on two legs anymore.
"Damn kid did it again," said Moody, through a slur. His whole face worked once more. He couldn't remember how to talk without dead nerves in half his face.
Madam Bones didn't answer. She just held out the portkey. In a moment, they were all whisked away to Saint Mungo's.