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Chapter 80

Harry's POV

My feet clapped brutally on the harsh ground, aided by the hook like nauseating sensation at the pit of my stomach, which had me fall backwards onto the floor. I scrambled up, looking left and right, searching for Voldemort who seemed to have transported me here…he was in my mind moments ago…He was me moments ago…I swayed, feeling my chest and my thumping heart, being aware that every sense I feel, be it touch, smell, sound and sight belonged to me solely…I finally stopped frantically searching for Voldemort, I was alone…standing on the pavement outside Grimmauld Place…how did I-

I pivoted, spotting the raven mass of curls even in the dark night, it was her, it was her! My heart panged in agony at the thought of him…of the veil…of that look on his frozen face…I tore after the woman that would pay a hundred deaths for his own, my sneakers barely touching the tarred road as I pursued her.

"Incarcerous." The spell barely reached her, catching only her ankle, but it was enough to trip her to the soft grass of the park we were now running on.

"Stupefy."

I dodged the spell, the bright red light highlighting the night and I saw the face of the caster and it wasn't Bellatrix Lestrange, it was a man with raven hair just like hers and black calculating eyes, he was gasping and gripping the pole of the swings he stood next to, his chest visibly rising as he seemed to struggle with just standing upright. He had cuts and bruises all over his face and distinctive blood stains all across his dark suit.

I quickly grabbed Bellatrix and hoisted her to my feet, my wand pointing at her neck, this man obviously an ally of hers. His lips widened in a mocking grin and a shiver went down my spine.

Just then there was a rustling in the bushes and both our eyes snapped to it, with speed I didn't think the man was capable of at his present state, he flicked his wrist and two boys came hurtling out of the bushes as if yanked by invisible ropes, much like Dumbledore gathering the death eaters a few minutes ago. He grabbed the nearest one by the scruff of his shirt and poked him in the neck with his wand.

"Make one move Potter, and I will gladly paint this park scarlet with this boy's blood."

Bellatrix twisted in my hands but I easily held her steady, I looked at the boy practically hanging from the man's fist, who was crying silent tears, he looked no older than five with grey eyes and a bed of black curly hair...another pang tore through my chest at the child's features and she whimpered in my hands as my hold got painfully tight.

"Mr…Mr…please…let go of my brother…we just wanted to play with the swings…we knows we not supposed to in the dark-" The other little boy grabbed at the man's pants in pleading, he looked down at the kid in absolute disgust and flung out his leg, catching the boy across the mouth with such strength that the boy rolled across the ground for feet.

"DON'T! Don't you dare hurt those children or I will slit her throat."

I held my hand steady, pointing my wand at her pale throat and yanking her head back to expose her neck more, the light from the nearest street lamp fell across her face and I gasped,

"Alya!"

"Harry! Why are you doing this to me?"

I let go of her as if burned, blinded by my fury to avenge Sirius and make Bellatrix pay I had attacked Alya! What was she even doing here? She swayed forward, her breathing heavy and I grabbed her before she hit the floor.

"Were you running from this man?"

She nodded, she looked unable to even speak, trembling from head to toe. The man however looked more amused than anything else. Fucking bastard. He still had his wand pointed at the child's throat; I straightened up, holding Alya steady in my arms.

"Just let the-" Words failed me as a pain seared across my side, I felt the warmth of blood soak my shirt and looked down in complete shock as Alya pushed me away from her, her blue eyes glinting down and her expression one of extreme boredom as I staggered backwards. I blinked, unable to comprehend just what was happening.

"Are you able to apparate yet, Bastian?"

Bastian. Bastian. Bastian. Bastian. The name echoed in my head and I turned to the man as he shook his head in the negative, his black eyes glinting in amusement. The warmth I felt at my wound all but disappeared as the fury in my veins burned like molten lava, the pain was forgotten from both my heart and abdomen as all I could see was the pain that Ky felt at the hands of this bastard. I was up in a flash, whipping my wand out,

"Ignis sagitarius!"

The arrow of fire short across the dark night, disappearing once it shot through his shoulder, he gasped, letting go of the child and the boy ran to his brother, Alya grabbed him before he could reach though and I turned to her,

"Expelliarmus."

Her wand flew out of her hand, in her distraction at maintaining their hostages. I dodged the jet of blue easily, flinging my hand out again,

"Ignis Pillatio." The ball of fire flew across the grounds but the man was quick, erecting a shield charm, it rebounded off the magic armour and set the bush the children were hiding in moments ago, on fire. He grinned,

"I see fucking around with my lamb has given you some balls Potter."

My heart sped at his words and I growled out my next spell, "Bombarda Maxima."

He ducked, but I wasn't aiming for him, I hit the swings, bits of metal flying everywhere and I ran forward, grabbing the first shard I could.

"Crucio." I dodged the red spell, grabbing him by the collar and plunging the metal shard deep into his abdomen, twisting and turning as it went in, watching his black eyes dilute in pain, trying to get a scream out of the pitiful human being…to hear his pain…to be assured by it. Suddenly I was blasted into the air and crashed to the ground, my head hitting a rock but not even present enough to feel the pain, I scrambled to my feet ready to tear him to pieces but stopped.

"If you want me to continue…you will come closer."

The blood dripped down the boys neck, Blishwick was practically leaning on the child for support as his wand pointed at the middle of the child's neck, half of his throat slit and poised to continue the slash.

I flicked my wand and Alya started clutching at her throat, gasping for breath as the air was stolen from her, I didn't look at her though, my eyes solely on Blishwick, "Let the kid go, and I will let her go."

Her gasping became guttural and I knew any moment now it would be too much…she would die…I still held my wand steady.

He smirked at me, his black eyes glinting in the dark night. "You would kill to get vengeance for her, yet you don't even know who she really is."

His hand crept into his coat, flinging an envelope to the floor and with a click he disappeared…disapparated…gone…

The silence echoed tumultuously loud and I realised that I might have held on for too long and quickly severed the charm, she sputtered forward, taking air in deep greedy breaths as I stared at the place that Bastian Blishwick was moments ago…he escaped…

"You failed!" She laughed maniacally, her voice ragged, "Nobody can beat Bastian, least of all a good for nothing like you."

I slowly turned away from the spot and looked down at her, panting on the floor, "He left you here to die, yet you praise him."

I shook my head, not sure what was going on and not caring too much as all I could process was that he was right here…within my reach…and he was gone. I heard a grunt and ran forward, completely forgetting about the two boys. I had no idea how to heal wounds and the little boy looked pale as death, panting and sweating. I leaned over him, not knowing what to do but thinking the best option was to carry him out of here.

"NOW!"

I snapped my eyes to Alya but that was my biggest mistake as I coughed out, the blood spattering on the green grass as I felt two plunges of pain, one in my back and the other in my front. I looked down to the little boy, his half slit throat still gushing blood and his little hand holding the hilt of the knife steady, his once fearful grey eyes looking up at me unfocused and hollow.

"He didn't leave me here to die, Potter. He left me here to kill you." Her electric blue eyes glinted in the dark and with a click, she was gone. I fell forwards, the soft moist grass prickling my skin the least of my worries yet so distinctly felt, as if my body was coping with the pain by trying to distract my mind. I heard soft footsteps which got louder and louder and then softer and softer as the night got darker and darker…

A/N: All will be explained soon, Harry did some ass kicking!

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