Assassins Chapter 4: Goodbye Number 4 Privet Drive Part 2
The Death Eaters looked on in confusion. Their leader did not inform them that they would run into this kind of trouble. Watching as the group of Harry’s and their partners flew off in amid their confusion, they quickly made haste and split into groups following at least one of the Harry’s, sharing a knowing look to each other before finally chasing them.
(To Harry (the real one))
Harry looked behind him, and groaned. They were being followed. Of course, he was expecting to be followed, there were a number of Death Eaters out there. But he was expecting to at least get some distance between him and them before they decided which ones to follow.
He then looked ahead, to see how the other groups were doing. He could see they were all right, even though they did have Death Eaters following them, hexes and curses following them as they tried to make their escape. His eyes trailing the entire group, he looked up to see Mad-Eye’s group and saw them falling. Mad-Eye falling hard and fast to the ground, Harry did not know if he was alive or dead. He only knew that he wouldn’t have been in this mess if it hadn’t been for his existence. He did not know what to think.
Too shocked to do anything, also knowing that going after them would mean that the Death Eaters there would come after him, and knowing that Mad-Eye said to keep going. It could also potentially alert their small minds that he was the real Harry, he decided to just keep flying. If Mad-Eye was all right he’d meet up with them later in the night. He watched as the Death Eaters that were tailgating Mad-Eye grouped and talked before dispersing into more groups to follow the rest.
It was only know that Harry realised that Hexes and Curses were following him, lost in a trance, as if watching the events occur around him in slow motion. Hagrid was trying is best to manoeuvre the bike away from the hexes and curses.
“’arry.” Hagrid shouted, banishing the fog that clouded Harry’s mind. Harry swiftly moved his wand and repelled the curse. Suddenly finding himself ducking from a Avada Kedavra flying over his head.
A slight spin on the bike and Harry found himself shouting “Hedwig no!” catching her cage at just the last minute. But that minute was her last as a green shot came out of nowhere halting Hedwig’s screeches. Her body falling to the bottom of the cage, dead. “No, Hedwig!” Harry screamed, looking at the fragile bird in hopes of seeing some spark of life in her eyes.
“Hold on, ‘arry,” Hagrid exclaimed jamming his hand down on a purple button on the speedometer of the bike. Suddenly they lurched forward. Dragon fire propelling them forward, the Death Eaters falling behind.
The flight seemed to have had a negative effect on the bike cab where Harry sat as it started to break away. “’ang on, ‘arry. I’ll fix this.” Hagrid shouted over the roar of the fires.
“No, Hagrid, don’t!” Harry shouted, but Hagrid kept on, pulling his umbrella out of this coat.
“Reparo,” he said and suddenly the entire cab broke off, throwing Harry into the air. But the cab could only go so far before falling. Losing momentum, Harry started falling to the ground. “Don’t worry, ‘arry. I’m comin’ fer ya.” Hagrid shouted.
Thinking fast, Harry shouted “Wingardium leviosa,” pointing his wand at the cab, keeping himself afloat, but for how long he did not know. More curses and hexes flew past him as he tried to swerve himself out of the way of them.
Suddenly Hagrid was upon him, grabbing him by the collar. Harry grabbed his bag before being lifted from the now falling cab. “Sorry, ‘arry. I shouldn’ta done tha’. You shoulda.” He shouted, looking miserable.
Harry had a moment to shout “It’s okay.” Before Death Eaters were back on the attack. One of them coming close, its hood hiding its face. The Death Eater went to shout a curse, but Harry shouted “Expelliarmus,” the Death Eaters wand flew right out of his hand, his hood blowing back in the breeze to reveal Stan Shunpike.
“That’s him, it’s him. That’s the real one.” He shouted before falling behind. As he said this, Harry continued to throw every hex and jinx he knew at the Death Eaters behind him, but suddenly there were none.
“Harry, what happened?” Hagrid asked him, fear licking at his voice.
“I don’t know. They’ve gone.” Harry replied, gazing warily at the scene behind him.
“Harry, we’ve lost ‘em. We lost ‘em. We did it!” He shouted, happiness in every sense in him now, the fear dropping from him voice. Harry though, wasn’t as convinced. He had a bad feeling surrounding the whole incident. That’s him, it’s him. That’s the real one was still replaying in his mind. “We’re almos’ there, Harry. Hang on.” Hagrid shouted as the bike started to dip.
Suddenly there was a burning sensation on Harry’s forehead, signalling that this was definitely not the end of their problem. Then, out of nowhere there were two Death Eaters at either side of the motorbike. Then there was Voldemort. Gliding through the air like mist. He did not use a broomstick of any kind of aide. He had an evil red glint in this eye. His pale complexion juxtaposing with the dark night sky. He raised his wand in Harry’s direction.
Hagrid screamed in fear and the bike nosedived to the floor. Noticing a Death Eater in close proximity, Hagrid bellowed “NO!” and jumped off the bike, leaving it to Harry to control, who had no experience with the magical motorbike. Harry looked for Hagrid, finding him on a broomstick falling to the ground, unable to take both of their weight and out of eyesight.
Harry heard Voldemort shout “Mine!” as Harry tried to get the bike under control and stop it from nosediving to its doom. Death was the only thing clouding Harry’s mind as he was flying towards the ground. He could not see Voldemort anymore, which worried him more than the motorbike being uncontrollable.
Harry saw one of the Death Eaters swooping away and “Avada-” starting to be chanted. Harry closed his eyes from the blinding pain in his head. His wand acted of it’s own accord, Harry vaguely saw a gold light and a snap. “NO!” He heard, a shout from Voldemort. Opening his eyes he saw he was close to the button that Hagrid had pressed earlier, one that sent them hurtling through the air. Pressing it, Harry flew through the air, pulling the bike from its nosedive, but definitely still heading at a fast pace towards the earth.
“Hagrid!” Harry shouted, gripping the handlebars to the bike “Hagrid! Accio Hagrid!” If possible, the bike picked up even more speed, as if sucked to the earth. Seeing faint lights in the distance getting closer and closer, he was going to crash. Harry could not change that. Harry was going to crash Sirius’s bike.
“Your wand, Selwyn, give me your wand!” Voldemort shouted behind him. Harry felt Voldemort before he saw him, looking to the side he saw those eyes again, as if piercing his sole. It was then he knew that Voldemort would be the last thing he saw.
(With Danny and co.)
“So Danny, what do you think Harry Potter’s up to now?” Tucker asked, peeping over his thick book. His face looked bored. As if he cared about wizards and their petty little war.
“How am I supposed to know, Tucker? Would you like me to use my psychic power and tell you? Probably worrying about this Dark Lord dude. Thinking something like ‘Oh, my God, he’s going to kill me and I’m too puny and defenceless to do anything about it.” Danny replied sarcastically, unaware of the fight going on somewhere not too far away.
(With Harry)
Harry saw as Voldemort brought up his wand to attempt the curse again. Death plaguing Harry’s thoughts once more. The ground coming a lot fast now. The distant lights a lot closer. The suddenly, Voldemort disappeared into thin air. Vanished.
Harry looked down at the ground and saw Hagrid lying there, gripping the handlebars as if his life depended on it, Harry attempted to steer the bike so that he would not land on Hagrid, groping around for a brake and finding none, and Harry crashed in the nearby muddy pond.
(With Danny and co)
“Hey, do you think that maybe there’ll be a chance for us to meet up with the Harry Potter kid before we get to this school?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know, maybe. We’ll have to ask Professor McGonagall she’ll know. I hope.” Danny replied, not looking up from his book. The group has been there in England now for the most part of the afternoon. After having Sam settled into her room, next door to Danny and Tuckers room, she’d joined them there and they’d started on their reading. So far each of them were on their second books respectively. They felt as if they’d learnt nothing of importance. They knew in more detail of what happened to Harry on the night his parents were killed, and a couple of spells, which they’d tried out. They’d worked fine for Sam and Tucker, but Danny got there after a couple more tries. After relentless teasing from Sam and Tucker how it was usually Danny that got there first, not Sam or Tucker. He told them to shut up.
Which is why, after a long day they were all sitting in front of a fire that lit itself reading in silence.
“So, Danny, have you had that sick feeling again since she put that charm on you?” Sam asked cautiously.
“No, why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering. You looked really ill, and in pain too, you never show pain anymore.” Sam said quietly.
“It was probably a one time thing. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Danny replied.
“How do you know it hasn’t affected, you know.” Sam asked, the question hanging in the air.
“I don’t. But at the moment, I’m not quite sure I want to find out. You know what happens when I do that.”
“I know. Damn that Vlad. I’m sure that’s all he’s trying to do is make your life more of a living hell.” Sam said morbidly.
“Stop worrying about it so much, it’s alright.” Danny said. Sam wasn’t convinced though; she knew what was going on. Danny might keep it from the rest of the town. Even from his parents. But she knew what was happening to him and she did not like it one bit.
“Sam. Please it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not okay, Danny, I know what’s happening to you. Even Tucker’s noticed and he’s like the most unobservant of us all.”
“Hey!” Tucker interrupted, though he knew not to take any offence for something that was true.
“You might be able to hide it from some people, but not from us. People who’s around you all the time.” Sam argued.
“Yeah, dude. We’ve figured it out.” Tucker whispered, looking down. Danny looked between his best friends.
“Alright. There’s nothing I can do about it though. It’s just going to happen eventually. It’s just taking its time. Just like what Vlad wanted.” Danny replied, moving his eyes down to the page he was staring ate, and he’d read the same line now about 30 times. He was looking at it as a form of distraction. He never noticed he’d let that much slip. Though he should have known they would have noticed eventually what was happening to him. What Vlad had done to him.
So, hopefully it's good. It's one of my fanfictions. I've kinda been getting into it again, and this is what I got so far. It's currently a rough draft, so probably quite a bit of it will change before I can hopefully send it off to my beta and upload it on to fanfiction.
I forgot how much of a task it was to write fanfiction. I don't remember having to do so much to put one chapter on there. That being said, I didn't have a beta before either, well, I did for this fanfiction, not for any of my others. That's probably why the grammar sucks.
Anyway, I need to be going fast as I have to be up early in the morning. I'm minding my sister, who's ill, and I definitely need to be doing some revision. Good times, good times. Not really but, oh well....
Night!
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