Harry Potter (marked_to_live) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-10-11 15:47:00 |
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Harry Potter...
Who: Harry Potter and some NPCs
Where: First Ethan Flint's home, followed by Muggle London
When: Monday Night
What: Betrayal and Assassination
Rating: High for violence & death
Status: Narrative
The night was impossibly dark. The stars were hidden behind a veil of clouds that, while covering the moon, seemed like a depthless void. The earth suddenly felt very secluded from the rest of the universe, no longer apart of the community of celestials. The street lamps and lights in the homes on that secluded night street were all that kept the darkness at bay, and still shadows crept at the edge of the light, ready to pounce and take their pray at any given moment. Something about this night felt absolutely terrible, felt almost unbearably wrong. It was a gut sort of feeling that gnaws at the brain, telling you to run, to stay in bed, to get out now while you can.
It really was the sort of feeling Harry Potter had learned to trust over the past decade in his life. That feeling that continued to tell him that this night was not a normal night. Perhaps it was a nostalgic sort of feeling, that familiarity of this moment. He was on his way to arrest a Death Eater; Ethan Flint, Wizengamot member, and brother of Marcus Flint. It wasn’t something completely out of the realm of understanding. Harry was used to these confrontations by now, he’d arrested plenty of Death Eaters, he’d taken out a few too before he was Auror, including Voldemort, the highest one of them all. The difference this time was that Ethan was the last of Marcus’ brother’s, so Harry didn’t feel right in taking him from Marcus. Further, there wasn’t any doubt that it felt wrong arresting a member of the government; yet, it had come from the Minister’s desk himself. This was going to be a media darling, that was for certain.
What Harry really noted on this evening though, was how cold it was. The icy touch of the October air clawed at him, making him huddle a bit more beneath his robes. The air whistled past him as he moved on his broom, and lowered the temperature at least ten degrees. It was like a morgue out here, if not worse; this night just seemed entirely far too wrong not to be one of those ‘I should have stayed in bed today’ days. All he could hope for was that Ethan came willingly, so that this would be quick, easy, and he could go home a bit earlier tonight. He was over his illness, but he still felt a bit tired and would like a chance to get some rest and hopefully see Ginny tomorrow.
Harry held up his hand and the other three Aurors began to descend through the night sky into the dimly lit estate of the Wizengamot member. The winds picked up as he fell in with them, and the broom sailed in that effortless way it always did for him, and finally they took their position in the lawn leading up towards the home. As they settled, Harry knew there would be wards up, and immediately the curse-breaker with them went to work on bringing the wards down.
Stepping off his broom, The Boy Who Lived stood staring at the house, wand already in hand as he looked over the home. A man who’d been given a second chance, and he’d squandered it away? One of the highest honors in their society, and he threw it away for impossibly ignorant beliefs? It just seemed so ridiculous that Harry still had a tough time buying it. Never the less, he was there to do a job and he’d do that job. A click, and Harry noted that the door was opening to the front of the house, and out stepped Ethan Flint in his night wear, already with a wand in hand shouting at them.
“What is the meaning of this, Potter?!” Came the older man’s harsh tones.
Harry bowed his head respectively and sighed, “I’m sorry to say this Mr. Flint, but you are under arrest by order of the Minister of Magic and the Ministry of Magic. You have been found in violation of your agreement with the Ministry in ceasing any and all activities related to Death Eaters, Voldemort, or any other such acts deemed to be a terrorist threat on the Ministry and her people.” Harry was almost impressed with the fact he’d even remembered all of that--Hermione’d be proud.
“Dragon spit Potter! I demand legal representation! You tell your Minister he has nothing on me, I have done absolutely nothing wrong!” The hate in his voice wringing in the air.
“I’m sure you feel that way, but you will have to come in. You of course will be given legal representation properly beginning in the morning. Trust the legal system,” Harry offered as he noted Ethan’s wife making her way out into the opening. He said nothing, as she began to raise her voice as well.
“What is going on --” suddenly a shout of Stupefy was heard, and the woman was dropped where she stood. Harry blinked, angrily, and looked to the one who’d done the attacking, “James, that was uncalled for! Put your wand down immediately, we are not attacking unless provoked. Do you understand me?”
“I understand that these are traitors to the Ministry and murderers Potter, we will do what is necessary in keeping our families safe,” the elder Auror offered.
Harry glared at him, then turned back towards Ethan, “If you’ll come with us, Mr. Flint, I’ll make sure your wife is offered the best care possible. I am sorry about tha--”
Suddenly he watched Ethan leap off to the right, as a spear of green light seemed to hit the wall next to him. That was a Killing Curse.
Harry turned, backing from his fellow Aurors and eyed them, “Enough! We do not kill! You are now violating the laws. Drop your wands immediately! Now!”
Yet even as he said this he watched as the other fired a Killing Curse, this time Harry brought his own wand up and deflected the blast away from Ethan. He began to back up, glancing back towards Mr. Flint, “Get inside of your house! Now!” But more came at them, and Harry was forced to deflect those as well. What the hell was going on?!
He heard Ethan fire off a few curses back at the Aurors, but they were experts and quickly dispatched the attacks. Working in unison, a group of Aurors were deadly against a single Death Eater. Harry came to stand near Ethan, and fired off a few shield spells, and looked back down towards Ethan, “I don’t know what this is about.”
“Open your eyes Potter, this is an assassination mission. And if you’re not privy to it, don’t expect to be living after tonight,” Harry frowned at the older man’s words, and then stepped forward as Ethan was disarmed by one of the Aurors’ expelliarmus spells.
Gritting his teeth Harry went to work and began to bat away spells as they flew at them, and he snarled. They weren’t letting up, and were determined to let Harry die along with him. Mutiny? Was that what this was? Harry suddenly rolled to the right and brought his wand up to deflect a killing curse, keeping himself always in front of Ethan, until the Aurors began to split up. The battle was on now. Shots came from the left, and from the right; while the other sent a constant stream at Harry from the front. Harry was fast of course, spinning left he brought up a spell, ducked a second, brought his wand up around his back and brought up a spell that deflected another coming at him. How could he hope to win this.
“Flint! Get into the house now, I can’t protect you in the open like this--” then a spell erupted at Harry’s feet, an expulso, that sent Harry careening backwards into the grass. Rolling to his feet, he watched his wand fly out of his hand and quickly leaped at it. Yet was frozen before he moved, as he watched Ethan stand to his feet with his wand in hand. The spells hit before he could bring the protego up, and three killing curses hit the man square on. He was dead before he even hit the ground.
Harry stared in shock, mouth agape, the sound in the night was nothing but silence. He felt almost separate from the world at that moment. He didn’t know Ethan, but in a way he’d lead this death march against him. He felt suddenly sick, before turning on his fellow Aurors, what had they been thinking?! “I don’t care if he’s a Death Eater, we do not attack or kill without provocation--”
Surprise again when the Aurors turned their wands onto Harry and James sighed, “Potter, you’re too good. You know that? I mean you have a good heart, which in the past would be something to celebrate. Problem is, though, we knew you’d have a problem with this. These men and women are murderers, and you’re defending them. That makes you guilty by association. It’s okay though, the headlines will read ‘Harry Potter Dies in Valiant Battle Against Death Eater”, you’ll be a hero still Harry. Just more like a Martyr.”
As the killing curses descended upon him, Harry was quickly leaping backwards to avoid them. He then rolled left, and came up with his wand, and suddenly he wasn’t on the defensive anymore. His team was turning on him, and he wasn’t sure why. All he knew was he was in danger now.
“Expulso!” The eruption spell hit the ground ahead of him creating a mound of dirt and grass that they couldn’t see through, as he continued to run. He leaped forward, rolling out of the debris and came up firing expelliarmus’ and stupefys at his former team. They deflected, but suddenly they were the ones on the retreat. Harry rolled, still managing to fire off a spell as he rolled forward. He came up onto his knee, twisted and fired another spell, before coming to his feet and leaping behind the nearest shrubbery line. The shrubs lit aflame, and Harry was already moving at high speed, shouting, “Accio Broom!”
Soon his broom was on him, and Harry was leaping onto it. He could already hear them behind him, “Get after him! Don’t let him live!”
This certainly brought back memories, but this time it wasn’t Death Eaters, it was his allies. He dug his feet into the broom and brought himself around the house at high speeds, twisting the stick just enough that it dared to even bend as he slid past and shot into the night sky again. He twisted into a roll on his broom and dove beneath the tree lines of the next house, and slid to the front of the house, firing past it, and then slid to the back of the next house. He kept the houses between he and his pursuers, but eventually a large spell struck the house ahead of him and caused it to explode. Harry went upside down and flew beneath the debris, before coming back up on the other side and careening off to the left. He hadn’t flown this fast in forever, and he might have been enjoying himself had they not been trying to kill him.
He kicked the broom and brought it up, so that it faced straight up, and twisted it so he was putting the bottom of the broom between he and his pursuers, and then gripped the handle as he leaned forward to see them. He shot his spells back at them, as the broom began to free fall back towards the ground. He then kicked the broom into gear and spun around before hitting the ground, firing off between two trees as he sailed over the ground. He could see the bright lights of London approaching from here. He didn’t have time to worry about Muggles seeing him or them though, he had to move, and he had to move now.
Lights lit up the sky as spells were fired back and forth between the four, and Harry hit London at hundreds of miles an hour it felt like. He had to lose them. He twisted himself down and shot into the streets below, spinning past catwalks, down towards the river, under the bridges, back up and into the night sky again. Twisting himself around skyscrapers and older London buildings, he swung around the steeple of a church and found himself firing past Big Ben at some point. A large blast erupted from behind him and he knew the face of the clock had been damaged by his pursuit. He twisted on the broom and dove again, this time he sailed to the right side of a Double Decker, and rolled past the front of it, and sailed to the opposing side of an oncoming regular city bus. He heard shouts from people, but he didn’t seem to pay them any mind as he gritted his teeth and continued on.
Another explosion, and Harry winced. He needed to take this away from the city. He twisted up through another street, and actually kicked off the side of a wall to force the broom into doing a sharper turn straight up. He rolled past chimneys, and soon was spinning as he sailed high into the air, straight up. The chasers were right behind him though, circling and circling as they came at him. There was one bringing up the rear just in case, the other two were closing in on him. Both were twisting around a large cloud, and all three were moving at such high speeds they were actually causing the cloud to kind of funnel with them. Harry shot straight up, while the other two twisted in opposing paths along the outer shell of that funneling cloud. The air was getting thinner, it was getting colder, and Harry knew he had to figure something out now or risk death.
He was acting out of sheer will now, and could feel blood seeping from his brow. It had to come from one of the near misses. His bones felt bruised, probably from the explosions. And his body was hurting, but he had to keep going. He suddenly dug his heels into the broom’s stirrups, and threw himself off the broom and began to fall back through the air. As he twisted through the air, he fell towards one of his pursuers, who blinked in surprise and he brought up his wand as well.
“Avada Kedav--”
“Expelliamrus!” Harry managed before the other could get it out, deflected the spell and crashed shoulder first into the man’s chest, tackling him off of the broom. As they fell, Harry twisted so that his back was towards the ground, and aimed his wand at his own broom, “Accio broom!”
The broom turned and began to fall after them. The man struck Harry in the face, and shot off some spell that left a deep scar across Harry’s shoulder. Harry winced, but head butted the man, brought his wand around and dug it into the man’s back and growled, “Stupefy!”
The man was out, and Harry kicked him off as the broom sailed past, grabbed the broom and let it pull him back towards the ground. He knew the other was dead, but Harry had no choice. It was either them or him now. The other two were on his ass now, and he hit the water, skimming it only inches away. The waves came up around him and he shot for The London Bridge. He turned his wand back towards the water beneath him, remembering a spell Dumbledore had used a long time ago. He conjured the spell, thankful for his Auror training, and twisted his hand around. Large bouts of water came up, in the form of some beast, and soon it was thrown back into one of his pursuers and the man was never heard from again. One more.
Harry threw himself into that speedy broom and sailed up along the bridge, heading for the upper tower, and as he began to sail above it he saw the sky light up in flames, looking behind him, a dragon of fire came down at him and slammed into his broom. He leaped from it as he hit the ground rolling, nearly falling off the edge as he stared up at the other man coming at him. Harry deflected a few shots, and then brought his broom up once more, and gritted his teeth, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!”
It was the biggest patronus Harry had conjured since the Dementors back in his third year. He gritted his teeth and held it out ahead of him. The light was magnificent and filled the sky, almost making it day light in the middle of the night, blinding his counterpart who went crashing into the bridge as well then. Harry turned to face him, and as they began to trade spell after spell, Harry growled, “James! I don’t want to hurt you!”
“That’s funny, because I want to kill you! You were our savior Potter, and now you defend those who wanted us all dead! You call yourself a hero? You’re nothing but a pansy! You’re weak Potter, and as soon as we get the world to rally behind us in your death, we’ll get these laws passed!”
Harry growled and deflected shot after shot into the ground. He grit his teeth, and felt a singe of fire hit him as his counterpart fired a firebolt. He threw himself into the ground, rolled to his right, came up and deflected a few more shots as the air filled with the sounds of their battle. He shook his head, “This will prove nothing James! My death will not do you any good!”
“Wrong Potter, when those who stood by you are killed, it will show the world your enemies are still around and must be defeated! You’re the first Potter, but I’m going after Hermione, Ron, and Ginny too. You will be the martyrs, and finally the heroes everyone wanted in the first place!”
Harry swallowed at the mention of the others and anger over took him, “No!” He threw his wand at the broom behind James’ feet, and accio’d it to him wordlessly. The broom leaped up and tripped the man onto his back. Yet as James hit, and began to push to his feet quickly again, Harry was already leaping over the broom coming at him, and brought his wand forward and fired with all of his might, “EXPELLIARMUS!”
The spell struck James before he could utter his killing curse, causing green and red to clash, and for that green spell to disperse as Harry’s sang through and slammed hard into James’ chest. It sent him flying back towards the edge, and Harry shouted, “JAMES!”
He leaped after James to try and catch him, but he barely missed the man’s hand, and watched him fall for the dark water below. Out of sight. Harry blinked and felt suddenly very, very cold. He brought up another patronus, standing to his feet, and looked at it, “Find Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. Give them this message. Get to The Burrow. Get to it now! I’ll explain later.”
He knew it wouldn’t do any good, they’d probably be at his house by the time he got there. Blood seeped from his wounds, his shoulder had to be broken, and he could feel bruises, cuts, and broken bones all down his body. He closed his eyes and frowned, before he fired expulsos at the brooms on the bridge. Get rid of the evidence. Suddenly he vanished into the night sky, appearing at his home miles upon miles away. He fell to his knees in his house, knees on the floor. He could feel that weight on his shoulders, he could hear the mocking laughter of Voldemort. Suddenly this house felt very different.
It was starting again.