Remus Lupin lurched forward in his small bed near two AM in the morning to the sound of countless police car sirens. He froze, for an instant, before jumping out of his bed and pulling on his robes, grabbing his wand. Throwing open his door, he was very nearly knocked down by two figures, already fully dressed themselves, hurtling downstairs with wands in hand.
“What happened?!” he called.
Amelia, on the landing, stopped and turned. “Get the Ministry, Remus... Now. A.M.A.P.s, Aurors, everyone we’ve got in the Order that can help. Voldemort’s done exactly what Tonks is patrolling Buckingham to prevent.”
Remus paled. “Who?”
“I don’t know. He’s burning people at the stake, I think Muggles... Tower Green.”
He nodded, launching after her and grabbing his two-way mirror as he thundered down the stairs. “All Order members! ALL ORDER MEMBERS, we have an emergency at the T.G. of London, mass execution of Muggles by Voldemort, all available persons WILL respond-”
A confusion of voices were echoing back at him, trying to talk at once, and Amelia glanced behind her at him as the three of them fumbled to open the front door and get out. The door swung open and they all almost fell out. Harry and Amelia were sprinting as fast as they could down the lawn, and Remus quickly tapped the door with his wand to lock it again. He set off himself, seeing an orange glow on the horizon to his left, sirens screaming and people coming out of their houses, confused. If something didn’t happen, soon, this was going to be the day that alerted Muggles worldwide that there was such a thing as magic.
You were both sprinting as fast as you could down the street, and wizards were Apparating everywhere. Some were flying on brooms, others were running, too, towards the fiery haze on the horizon. The Tower Green was thankfully close to the ratty neighborhood Grimmauld place was in, and you were starting to smell smoke and hear screams.
“Harry!” you panted, grabbing his hand as he ran ahead of you. “St- stop, we’ve got to think-”
“Think?!” he asked, skidding and staring at you. He was breathless, too. “Melia, Voldemort’s KILLING people right now!”
“I know!” you gasped. “It’s too dangerous for you-”
“And it’s not for you?!”
You stared at him, hot from running in pants and robes. “Harry, if he gets you, it’s all over.”
“What about you?” Harry asked.
You were standing in the middle of a road by a stop sign, people running all around, doors opening and police cars flying past on another road. You dragged him onto the sidewalk and near an alley, ignoring the mayhem around you.
“Look, with or without me he’ll always have a chance of losing against you,” you said quickly. “Don’t you get it? You’re the key to everything, Harry. You die and so does everyone else. If I die, life will go on.”
“No it won’t!” Harry hissed angrily. “I can’t. I won’t lose you, it was too hard to loose you back in sixth year. And that love is a ghost compared to how I feel now.” He was blinking hard, and you felt tears, too.
He grabbed you and roughly hugged you tight. “If you die, I’ll die with you.”
You hugged him too, and gently kissed his cheek. “Unfortunately, Harry, I know that people need to be saved. They need me.”
Forcing his arms off you, you Disapparated. Opening your eyes, you saw absolute mayhem. To your right was a blazing fire and screaming people, to your left was the London police. They were running and shooting off their guns. Wizards were Apparating everywhere, running towards the blazing fires and dying people, shooting spells. You dodged a policeman that ran by, and then grabbed your wand, headed toward the first ball of flaming fire. Your stomach churned from the smell of burning flesh and hair as you got closer, and with horror you saw what these dark wizards had done.
All of the people on these many burning stakes were powerful political figures from different nations, captured out of their beds. They’d all been crucified on crosses and set afire. You were joined by a few other wizards, who were trying to put the fire out with water from their wands. You felt a dizzying wave of nausea at the smells overtaking you, but managed to help them in starting to put the fire out.
Suddenly there were pops and battle sounds, and you knew that the Death Eaters had returned to stop you all from putting out the fires. You ducked, hearing a gun fire, and it passed over your head and struck a wizard. You ran over, forgetting about the Muggle who was probably already dead. However, as you got near enough to see that it was someone familiar, you felt a Stunning spell hit your back.
Crying out, you fell to the ground and got a good face full of torn up grass in your face. You were unable to move, or really even breath properly, waiting for the immobility to wear off and desperately trying to move your fingers towards your wand, on the grass. Mind burning with the attempt to move, you felt someone walking closer, and hoped to god it wasn’t someone who thought you were a Death Eater. Your plan, your life, you be figured out, Draco’s too. The efforts became more frantic.
“Well, well, who have we got here?” sneered a familiar male voice.
“Aurist Potter? I see Potter’s gotten himself a new little girlfriend...”
You remembered that you’d thrown on that shirt for bed, a few hours ago. Suddenly your mobility came back, and you lunged for your wand, scrambling to your feet. Lucius Malfoy let out a sound of shock, trying to grab you as you ran. He got a fistful of your shirt, but you were too desperate to get away, the material slipped from his grasp. He cursed loudly and shot the Aveda Kedavera at you, and you dove, tumbling and feeling a small crater shake the ground where it hit.
Jumping to your feet again, you dodged a policeman and ran towards another of the burning crucifixes. Aiming carefully as you ran, you yelled a charm for water. Someone grabbed you, pulling you over. Before you could think, Moody growled,
“It’s doing no good, they hit it with an Impervius...”
“Shit!” you gasped, a stitch forming. “What are we gonna go?”
He shrugged. “How else can you put out fire?”
You thought for a moment, before you got a brilliant idea. “Moody, move.”
He did as he was told, and you pointed your wand straight at the ground. “Aveda Kedavera!”
With a loud noise and a force that knocked you backwards, the ground opened up another small crater, which made a load of people scream and fall. Moody was staring at you. You pointed at the dirt.
“The dirt, Moody. Sand puts out fires.”
His eyes grew wider, before he called, “Accio dirt!”
Immediately a large mass of dirt flew up and hovered in front of him. Pointing his wand at the large, screaming fireball, the large mass of flying dirt went that way and helped stifle some of the flames. You scrambled to your feet, feeling better at this slight victory. However, you had no time to revel in the success, because suddenly someone whipped your feet out from under you. You screamed as you went down, and Moody whirled. The person was conjuring a long rope, dragging you off to wherever they were hiding.
He tried to grab you, but you were pulled away too fast for him to even raise his wand. You struggled with the ropes around your feet, zooming through the mass of war, blood, and fire. Reaching and grabbing a hand of someone who saw you coming, you only succeeded in knocking them over, too, and you were separated. Screaming and trying to hex off the ropes, you suddenly saw who was conjuring your ropes, and felt a shock wave of horror.
Bellatrix Black laughed.
Harry cursed loudly and Apparated after Amelia. However, the war zone he appeared in not only dried his tears, but his hope of finding her. He was suddenly tackled to the ground by a Muggle policeman.
“YOU! You’re under arrest-”
“Gerroff, you dumbfuck, I’m not one of them-” The policeman was trying to handcuff him, and Harry was wrestling him away. Raising his wand, he sighed. “I don’t wanna do this.... Petrificus totalus!”
The cop’s arms snapped together and he fell on his side, immobile. Harry sprang up and ran away, towards a group of battling wizards. One saw him coming and shot one of the Unforgivables, which one he didn’t know. Harry ducked and kept running, dodging spells and fists. Jumping and tackling a wizard to the ground, they rolled and threw punches wildly, before Harry stunned him right in the eye. He went slack and Harry jumped to his feet, looking around.
The fight had moved, as fights always do, and it seemed to be getting worse as the fires died down. Moody was trying to punch a hoodless Lucius Malfoy as he levitated some dirt onto another fire. Harry started running that way, to help Moody.
Suddenly, though, there was a loud explosion from somewhere to Harry’s left, and several cop cars flew into the air. Ducking, Harry was narrowly missed by one, and it flattened a burning crucifix. Looking up, the back bumper inches from his nose, he let out a shaking breath. Then he noticed that the gas tank was leaking down the side towards the still smoldering cross, which had caught the interior on fire. Several wizards were running over.
“GET BACK!” Harry yelled, jumping up and running away, towards them. “It’s gonna blow!”
He grabbed three of them and pulled them away, but the last one kept on, trying to get towards a Death Eater who was on the other side.
“BORGIN!” yelled one of the wizards. “DON’T BE A FOOL!”
Harry was running for all he was worth, knowing he had only seconds before that car caused a secondary explosion. Within milliseconds of thinking that, there was suddenly an earsplitting BOOM behind him, accompanied with a searing hot brush of fire on him, the force of the explosion knocking them all down. Looking up, he saw mangled parts of white-hot car falling from the sky, on fire. Part of the roof flattened another crucifix. There were more screams adding to the noise. Looking up, he saw the hub cap hurtling towards himself, and his green eyes widened. Rolling over, he felt it slam into the ground, missing him by an inch.
The wizards were already on their feet, battling again. A Death Eater jumped over and started hexing Harry. He thrust his legs forward, doing that sort of gymnastic like rolling jump to his toes, turning and shooting blind spells at the man. His glasses were cracked and one side had the lenses gone.
Harry blocked the spell, “Revereski!”
Harry dropped, not wanting to even have a possibility of getting hit with that spell. He didn’t quite fancy the idea of shriveling up like a prune and having all the blood in his body vanish. The spell hit someone else, probably a Muggle cop, and a gun fired as it did. Harry felt a white-hot pain and cried out as his shoulder ripped in a familiar pain, blood spattering everywhere.
Looking up as the Death Eater bared down on him, smiling maniacally, Harry panted hard, blinking back tears of pain.
“Awww, Potty’s been finished...”
Filing with a surge of panic, Harry knew it wasn’t over. It couldn’t be, he had a reason to survive this time, he was going to be an Auror and start a family...
Harry reached with his good arm and stabbed the man in the leg with his wand, and amazingly it didn’t splinter. He howled and fell in pain, blood gushing over the grass. Harry wrenched his wand from the man’s leg, seeing it covered in red blood. Stumbling to his feet, Harry glared at the man, breathing shallow and clutching his arm as it started going numb.
He managed to stumble off in the direction of where the first explosion had been, since there was bound to be no life there. He ducked through two cop cars, one with the door open and a beep sounding from inside. The fight was surely dying down, and there were Muggle police helicopters flying above with spotlights, illuminating the scene brightly.
Harry stumbled when he came to a large crater, seeing two figures down at the bottom, battling fiercely.
You panted, your shield bounding off the death curse. Both you and Bellatrix were worse for the wear, especially as you were very good at the Dark Arts, now. She glared at you as you held the bloody torture chain in your hands, fresh from her neck. You’d aimed at her jugular, to squeeze and torture with the microscopic appearing knives in the fine gold trinket.
“You bitch!” hissed Bellatrix, panting. “I was starting to trust you.”
“That’s your own fault. Crucio!”
Bellatrix easily dodged your spell, as you were faint from blood loss. Your right arm was broken and your left wasn’t good with holding wands. There was also a gaping hole in your stomach, which was pouring blood down you. Bellatrix was nursing several bad injuries, herself, and her throat was almost slit from the chain. She was breathing shallow, and you suspected that you’d successfully broken her rib and punctured a lung.
She raised her wand, “Expelliarmus.”
Your wand flew from your hands, flying over to where she caught it. You watched it go, and started laughing. “You moron.”
She sneered. “You stupid whore, I’ve got your wand, you’re powerless in my stead.”
Laughing, you shook your head. Walking over to her outstretched wand, you pressed your forehead against it. “Go on, kill me. I’d like to see you try.”
Bellatrix sneered. “Aveda Ked-”
Lightning fast, you reached and grabbed her wrist in a crushing hold. Not only did her wand drop, but you felt her bones snap. She gasped, reaching to punch you, but you kicked her knees out from under her so that she was on her knees.
“Who’s going to kill who now?” you asked, smiling sweetly. “How long did you plan the attack?”
She spat on you. Instantly, you tightened your grip and felt that your stomach acid was starting to leak out your finger pores. She gasped, her skin sizzling off, and screamed. Shaking your head, you let go and grabbed your wand, walking away. There was no use in killing her, it would destroy a reliable resource. Voldemort would never believe her when she told him you were a spy, after all the bumbling, idiotic mistakes she’d made over the past few years. Shaking your head and feeling the pain intensifying with every step, you heard Bellatrix stumble to her feet.
“AVEDA KEDAVERA!” she screamed.
You fell to your stomach on the ground, the spell missing you by inches. Instinctively, you rolled onto your back and pointed your wand at her, shouting the first spell that came to mind. She blocked the Crucio, stumbling towards you. You scrambled to your feet, seeing dots, smelling the blood and fear radiating off yourself.
Before you could say anything, she grabbed your neck and tried to choke you. Gasping, you tried to pry your fingers off. From somewhere up above there was a strangled cry that you recognized, and Bellatrix’s beady eyes slid that way, and lit. You felt your heart slowing in your breast from lack of air, mind racing, trying to find a way to breath, to get her to stop. Your fingers clutched uselessly at hers as she sneered and pointed her wand at the person skidding down the side of the crater that your explosion had made, a few minutes ago.
Panic raided you. You reacted on instinct, seeing her lips already moving. Pointing your wand at her chest, you said the words without even thinking. There was a bright burst of light, and her fingers loosened on your throat. Her wide, black eyes stared at you in shock, and slowly she crumpled to the ground. You were staring, wide eyed and shocked, unable to move even as Harry, bleeding, pale, and wounded, skidded to a halt next to you, staring at the woman on the ground.
The world came rushing back in a deafening roar of sirens, screams, explosions, and other battle noises. Harry was too shocked to move, and you felt his wide green eyes staring at you. You suddenly couldn’t breath, you couldn’t move at all. Harry gently reached and lowered your arm, taking your wand away from you. Slowly, you felt yourself starting to shake, and he hugged you tight, turning you away from the sight in front of you.
“It’s okay, Mia... shh...”
You shook in his arms, not wanting to think, not wanting to move, not wanting to let it sink in that you’d just killed someone.
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