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Saving
Her; Saving Us All
NC-17
Illiandyandra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with
belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make
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well-loved books.
Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut,
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Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix
Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.
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Chapter 16
Bombs Over Little Hangleton
Thanks to
very careful planning, the teams arrived each in their proper placement 25 to
30 meters from each other. The warding team dropped in first. Their job was
crucial. They had the responsibility of either taking control of the wards, or
dropping the original wards and replacing them with wards controlled by the New
Order. Of course this needed to be accomplished as quickly and surreptitiously
as possible. Thankfully the wards had already been comprehensively mapped and
assessed. As Bill disabled all the alarms and notifications, Sharptooth began the delicate process of turning the wards.
Hermione and Padma threw up a special anti-apparation
ward designed by Bill Weasley and Sharptooth
about three feet outside Voldemort’s wards. As the
team worked, Michael Corner and Luna provided support and guarded their
backsides.
Had Voldemort’s Death Eaters seen the New Order’s squadrons,
they more than likely would have written them off as muggle
military units. Only the Potion’s Master and one other wore anything resembling
robes, everyone else wore black cargo pants and boots. The pants many pockets
expanded to hold more than normally possible. The boots, charmed to leave no
footprints, and to allow almost soundless movement. Both had shield charms
overlaying the other spells. The cargo pants pockets not only held extra wands,
but most held weaponized Wheezes as well as some
simple healing potions and several vials of pepper-up potion.
Long sleeved
tee-shirts in dark colors completed their uniforms. The shirts contained
warming charms as well as being color specific to their squadrons. Snape’s
squad was in black, though Sirius complained the color should rightfully be
his. Sirius’s squad wore forest green, while Shacklebolt’s
squad wore navy blue. Each squad’s healer wore a black fisherman/hunter’s vest.
Instead of baits and tackles or bullets, their space expanded pockets held
stronger and more specific healing potions, charmed bandages, and special portkeys. Most of the portkeys
were ensorcelled to take the injured to the Grimmauld Infirmary, however some
were set to go to St. Mungo’s; should any Death Eaters survive to have a trial.
Every Article of clothing worn by the New Order and the DA were layered with
shield and protection charms courtesy of the Weasley
Twins and Professor Flitwick and his most trusted and competent NEWTS level
Charms students.
Snape,
himself, wore his daily teaching robes. What few realized was that the robes
were charmed and lined with dragon hide. The multitude of hidden pockets
carried a fully stocked portable infirmary. This November night, Snape also
carried many potions of his own creation. Potions inspired by movies he’d seen
in his muggle youth, and others inspired by Neville’s
classroom projects. Potions that were the equivalent of grenades and flash
bombs…and one that basically acted as napalm on human skin, and yet was
rendered inert by the surrounding plant life.
Sirius PoV
As we sat
down, I took a quick look around and assessed where we stood in relation to
Riddle Manor. I looked over my squad. I’d lucked out. I had Neville, Charlie Weasley, Proudfoot, Seamus, Emmaline Vance and Tonks. Poor Tonks was almost unrecognizable to the others in her
natural form. My cousin absolutely HATES the way she really looks; but to me
she looks far more like her mother, Andromeda, than her aunt Bellatrix. Hannah
Abbott rounded us out as our field medic. Her normally blonde hair was glamoured dark brown and braided tightly. Not only did it
help to keep it out of the way, and camouflaged it in the dark night, but the
braiding also prevented it from being used as a weapon against her.
Harry’s
chaser friend had been kind enough to hand braid Severus and my own hair. The
charm Parvarti Patel had kindly performed on all the
female wouldn’t work on either of us. Our hair while long for males was too
short for that charm. Betcha it would have worked one
Lucy.
I shook off
my mental wanderings and signaled Neville to go. He had a few plant based traps
that he’d created. He headed off to set them up. They would be quite a surprise
for any Death Eaters that might come out between us and Black Squad. Proudfoot and Vance moved out to set up some weaponized Wheezes and some other Weasley
traps between us and Blue Squad. The rest of us took up point and flank
positions and waited for the signal.
Damn it! How the hell did I end up with f’ing
Scrigemour. He’s barely trained with us. Overly ambitious,
argumentative, attention-grabbing no, I need to focus on the positive. He’s an
experienced Auror, and has a good bit of power.
Really do wish he’d have let Spinnet or Johnson braid down his hair…or at least
glamour it darker. Looks like a bright arsed lion’s
mane. Wonder it he’s related to-naw. Ah yes. Now I
remember how I ended up with him. I’m the only squad leader we have any hope he
will actually listen to. The hobknocker still calls
Sirius an ex-con.
At least
I’ve got Jones; she’ll help me corral him. Another experienced Auror. Too many kids in this damn war. Weasley and Thomas
have both encountered Death Eaters before. And I’m pleased with the reports of
the others’ performance at Balmoral. Wonder, though,
if I ended up with so many of the black kids on purpose…never mind.
I give
Jordan the go ahead and he moves off to set up the traps between us and the
warding crew. a nod at Johnson and she is off to lay
some traps in the other direction. The rest of us take up point and flank
positions around our healer. The Chang girl; she’s done damn fine in the medic
training…but she’ll never be a real warrior. She’s smart but her decision
making is crap. I mean who sides with a traitor just for spite. Her, I know how
I ended up with. Sirius hates her almost as much as Hermione and Snape refuses to even look at her. Plus the girl breaks out crying
anytime he actually does. No bottom at all, that one. She certainly is
intelligent enough to work with the warders; but she always tries to have a go
at Hermione. My sexy little wife is in no mood for dealing with the Asian
girl’s crap after the article on Thursday. You know I almost feel bad for
Molly. Once we eliminate Voldemort, Hermione is going
to go after that silly bint with a vengeance. I just
hope I get to watch.
As soon as
we landed we spread out into our formation. A nod to the Spinnet girl sends her
off to set traps between our position and the Warders. We’ve been cautioned to
avoid heading towards Green Squad. Longbottom has
deployed some particularly vicious plant troops, including a Devil’s Snare that
‘doesn’t respond positively’ to light. The smile he wore when he said that
would look far more at home on my own visage, and I sincerely hope to never
have reason to see Neville Longbottom look like that
again. I take point trusting Filius and Arthur to
guard our rear. Bones and Zabini are guarding our left and right flanks, while
Smith is in place to guard our healer. To be honest, Bell needs no protection.
She is the most accomplished of the field medics. She shocked us all in
training. Somehow she figures out how to heal with her primary wand while
simultaneously defending with a secondary. Blasted Gryffindors,
even turn healing into an American shoot ‘em up.
We ended up
in the least desirable position. Rather than have the graveyard at our back
like the warders, or the forest like the Blue Squad, or even the no longer used
road to the Gaunt Shack as the Green Squad…NO we got the Main gate with the villiage road behind us and the apparition point not two
meters in front of us. So, of course, as soon as Hermione’s voice traveled
through the bond apprising the squad leaders that we now control the wards;
Lucius Malfoy and his cronies Crabbe Sr. and Goyle
Sr. apparate into view in directly ahead. Before
Lucius could snap out of his surprise, I’d grabbed a vial of one of my new
potions. To be honest, when I threw it, I actually didn’t know which of my
experimental potions it was. As I cast the spell that rendered the vial
breakable, I could only pray that it would work as well as it had in my tests.
It broke against Lucius’s wand arm; three, two, bawoosh.
Good got the timing right. Ut-ho might have gotten it
a bit too strong. Didn’t expect it to flame up that high or
bright.
“Extinguish.”
I yelled quietly. Alright the fail safe
charm worked perfectly.
While Snape
was testing his new potion, Arthur Weasley engaged
Gaylord Goyle. However said engagement was short
lived. A quick protégo to block
Goyle’s weak curse that the father of seven quickly followed with a cutting
curse to the bullyman’s fat neck. Next in Weasley’s short spell chain was a full powered stunner and
it ended with a disarming hex. Arthur plucked Goyle’s wand from the air and
dropped it into an empty pocket reserved for the purpose.
Professor
Flitwick had not allowed Mortimer Crabbe to even attempt a spell. The
diminutive charms professor and former dueling champion hit his much larger foe
with his signature spell chain; elpellarmius, diffindo, evanesco, wingardium leviosar. This
disarmed Crabbe then sliced a very large gash across his torso. The evanesco was aimed at the gash and actually banished some
muscle tissue and an organ or two. The last spell lifted Crabbe into the air
about ten meters. Had this been a dueling competition, Flitwick would have held
his opponent there for a minute or two then set them nicely on their feet after
being declared the winner. However this was war, so Flitwick simply dropped the
pureblood buffoon. Crabbe’s wand joined Goyle’s in Arthur’s special pocket.
Dead,
mortally wounded, or stunned and slowly bleeding out, seasoned warriors never
left a wand near a foe. Lucius Malfoy’s wand, however, was unavailable to be
turned into the ministry for decommissioning and recycling. Malfoy had drawn his
wand by the time Severus’s potion had impacted his limb. The arm, wand and all,
had burnt to a cinder. The fire then caught Lucius’s treasured and pampered
long blond locks, then his head. Bu the time Snape incanted the failsafe,
Lucius was aflame all along his right side and most of his torso. Suffice it to
say he was quite dead.
Bones,
Smith, Bell, Zabini and a returning Spinnet all exchanged looks. The five
Hogwarts students all shared the same thought. ~I want to be like them when I
grow up.~
*****
Black Squad
had the first engagement of the ire fight. But not the last.
Tom Riddle had been rendered human and weakened magically by the destruction of
his horcruxes, but he had never been a stupid man.
When Lucius and his entourage did not return at their appointed time, the self-styled,
Lord Voldemort used Peter’s mark to attempt to summon
them. However he was unable to connect to any of the men. Meaning only one of
two things; they had turned and undergone the same transformation as Severus
Snape—highly unlikely. Or the more probable, they were dead. The trio had only
been going to Malfoy Manor, so there were only two possible places for them to
have been caught. Riddle looked over his few remaining assembled Death Eaters.
Deeming them too magically worthless to be of any real use, he made his first
mistake. He dropped his only internal ward; the only ward still in his command;
and summoned all his remaining Death Eaters.
Many of the
faces that appeared in answer to his call would have shocked most of Wizarding Britain. Dawlish and Yaxley,
Umbridge and Fudge, Rookwood and many other
Upstanding Members of the Ministry and Wizengamot—even
a member or two of the Hogwarts Board of Governors.
Outside the
warder’s group looked at each other with grim smiles. “Lovely
ward there Bill, Sharptooth. Bit like a muggle pest control system,
Death Eaters check in…but they don’t check out.” Hermione said cheekily as they
reworked the one-way apparition ward the two Gringott’s
employees had invented back to the standard version.
“Saucy Wench.” Bill teased. Giving his surrogate little sister a noogie.
~~Roaches
are in the Motel, Harry.~~
*****
After Harry
and Gerard had left Grimmauld Place they had been
taken to and introduced to Prince Harry’s squadron of Her Majesty’s Air force.
They were taken into the air by the younger prince and his usual flight partner
in a transport with weapon capabilities. The plane’s pay lode was not nuclear,
but they had enough firepower to get the job done.
They were
approaching Little Hangleton when Harry received the
go message from Hermione. The Harrys exchanged looks. “Locking
on target, Lord Potter.” Prince Harry advised. Several tense seconds
passed as Lord Potter waited on the go signal from Prince Harry.
Kingsley Shacklebolt gave a relieved sigh when he heard the signal
from Hermione echo through his mind. Just as he prepared to mentally shift his
focus for watching the manor house for deserters to looking behind them for any
stragglers who might have bounced off the wards; Shack noticed several small
parties of five to six Death Eaters exit the manor and fan out. “Eyes Open…stay
alert, we may have incoming.” He warned.
“Fire One!”
Harry called across the bond. The Blue Squadron watched as a missile shot from
the plane flying overhead, and impacted the old muggle
home. The ensuing fire lit ups the night. Unfortunately even in their dark
clothes the New Order’s forces were revealed in the now bright night. Two bands
of Death Eaters headed for Blue Squadron.
Within
moments the Blue Squadron went from elation at what they hoped was the
destruction of Lord Voldemort to fighting Death
Eaters with all they had. Shacklebolt fired spell
chain after Spell chain. He concentrated on using cutting and low powered flame
spells interspersed with sixth and seventh year banishing and vanishing spells.
Using the lower powered spells in new and more destructive ways was the
hallmark of the New Order fighters. Not only did it often cause their
adversaries to underestimate them, but it allowed them to cast longer spell
chains and to physically dodge more spells; and overall cast, and therefore,
fight longer. Jones had trained with the DA fighters as well and had adapted to
this rather unorthodox combat style. Rufus Scrigemour,
however, still fought the way ‘proper’ wizards had been fighting for centuries.
He moved a bit, and took cover a bit. But for the most part he stood relatively
still when compared to the rest of his squadron. He also used much more
powerful blasting hexes and severing charms.
The Death
Eaters knew how to fight ‘Proper Wizards’. While Scrigemour
was looking disdainfully at the ‘uncivilized’ manner the rest of the squad
employed, he stopped for a moment when he heard Kingsley incant the Sectumsempra spell. He was aghast that an Auror would use such a dark curse. He never realized that a
Death Eater had cast the same spell at him. Cho ran over to him, already
chanting the countercurse Snape had painstakingly taought all the healers and medics. However, while the
Death Eater had aimed at the older Auror’s
midsection, the curse had actually hit him across the thighs. The poorly aimed
curse had sliced through Scrigemour’s femoral
arteries like a hot knife through butter. In the end all Cho could do was portkey the body to St. Mungos’. The
pretty Ravenclaw seeker wept bitter tears for a man
who had no one else to cry them.
Dean and Ron
fought back to back. The redhead aiming high ,
blinding and suffocating his foes with conjunctivis
hexes and reverse bubblehead charms. The black teen aimed low casting bone
breakers and severing charms at the thighs and lower bodies of the advancing
enemies. A Bludgeoning charm sent the Death Eater responsible for ending Scrigemour life into severe shock. Ultimately even should
he survive, he would only rarely be able to even achieve an erection, and his
testicles would never work again. Thus ended the Borgin family line.
Lee and
Angelina worked well together as well. However theses
two were far more deadly than the others of their squadron. Piercing charms to
the head neck or torso worked in much the same way as muggle
bullets. Killing cleanly, efficiently and without using much
power in each spell. In a matter of minutes, that seemed like days, the
seven warrior mages of the Blue Squadron took out twelve Death Eaters, though
it had cost one of them their life.
*****
Around the
same time Rufus Scrigemour’s body was arriving at St.
Mungo’s, a force of 13 Death Eaters encountered Green
Squadron. Now there were many people who could tell you that the main trait
that both Andromeda and Sirius Black shared, that set them apart from the rest
of their family long before either of them had realized the wrongness of their
parents’ beliefs, was a complete and total lack of patience. This was a trait
that Andromeda had passed to her daughter in abundance. So neither
Proudfoot, Charlie, nor Emmaline
were surprised that Sirius and Tonks sent out
powerful concussive hexes in front of the approaching Death Eaters. Four of the
black robed, white masked figures were blown into the air. Seamus and Nevile shared a brief look and as one the Gryffindor
roommates took aim and each hit one of their airborne enemies with their most
powerful cutting curses. Turning the four projectiles into
six.
Charlie made
quick work of the Death Eater that had landed closest to him. A simple bonebreaker to masked figure’s neck ended that enemy of the
light with little fanfare. With a grim smirk, Charlie cast a dragonkeeper spell at the still approaching enemies. Voldemort’s ‘warriors’ all dropped to the ground screaming
in fright as they each saw a huge dragon appear. The ferocious Hungarian
Horntail seemed ready to devour them all. The Prewitt heir laughed. The useful
illusion was usually utilized by dragonkeepers to
herd smaller dragons where they need them to be. This night it served to cause
panic and mayhem amongst Charlie’s foes.
Proudfoot
and Vance sent off several spell chains at the cowering forms of the Death
Eaters. Disarming most of them before they could even realize
that the dragon was, in fact, an illusion. Wands captured, Proudfoot took charge of turning them in fot decommissioning and recycling. Emmaline
used timed reverse bubble head charms. These disintegrated after six to seven
minutes. It rendered the Death Eater comatose, and in some cases caused brain
damage. However it didn’t outright kill them.
Hannah
Abbott took her role as Healer very seriously. She decided that the best way to
heal was to not allow them to be injured if she could help it. So as the seven
warrior mages concentrated on offensive spell casting, Hannah watched with an
eagle eye; throwing up small strategically placed reflective shield charms. One
of the three Death Eaters not fooled by Charlie’s illusion was killed by his
own curse. He had attempted to kill Emmaline with a
spell created by Tom Riddle as a student. The spell mimicked the full blast of
a basilisk’s gaze. It hit Hannah’s shield and rebounded at him. He dropped to
the ground, fully stone. In death his mask left his face. He would later be
identified as John Dawlish.
In a matter
of minutes that felt like days, the mages of the Green Squadron took out
thirteen Death Eaters, their most serious injury was
the borderline exhaustion of Hannah Abbott.
*****
The last
contingent of Death Eaters had no intention of actually engaging their enemies.
These nine ‘upstanding citizens’ would have much preferred to try to get out
far enough to apparate and leave with their
identities shrouded and their normal lives intact. However that was not meant
to be. You see they tried to sneak out between the Green and Black Squadrons.
Deloris Umbridge met her end at the hands of a
special Devil’s Snare. The plant strangled the stout evil bitch as she
frantically cast the solarus charm in an attempt to
escape it. However, this was Neville’s Snare and it tightened even more
fiercely at the onslaught of light. the plant was
still choking the witch when her eyeballs popped out of their sockets, and her
ribs, broken and jagged punctured her lungs. Neville’s Snare,
didn’t retreat back into its relaxed state until the torturing witch’s head was
severed from her chubby little body.
Fudge
managed to avoid the Neville’s Snare. However he did set off one of Neville’s
special Mimbulus Mimbletonia.
The former Minister of Magic was covered in a horrible smelling sap. Cornelius
chuckled as he continued to run towards, the usual ward point. He was amused,
thinking that this trap was quite worthless, after all, while unpleasant
smelling, this sap did nothing to hinder his escape. He’d almost madde it to the ward line when he collapsed. Neville had
rendered the sap of this particular Mimbulus Mimbletonia quite poisonous you see. The ammounts that covered Fudge were enough to kill twenty men.
It leaked through his black robes, and entered his skin, it was absorbed
quickly and first paralyzed him…completely. His lungs ceases to function as did
his heart. Cornelius Fudge did shortly there after.
When his mask fell away, his features were still set in a look of shock and
confusion.
Further
towards Black Squadron, Yaxley, an Auror for the DMLE and pureblood supremacist, crossed a
strange magical field. When it caused him no harm, he continued in his run to
the ward line. Suddenly he tripped over a tripwire that uprooted a fully mature
and quite pissed off mandrake plant. The little bugger screamed so loudly that Yaxley’s head literally exploded. The, now gore covered,
mandrake retreated back into his hole, covering himself in soil as Yaxley’s body finally dropped to the ground.
Rookwood got
entirely too close to the Black Squadron. Snape threw a vial of swirling green
liquid---he refused to call it a potion. Longbottom
had created it when he was supposed to be making a simple shrinking potion, and
Snape had analyzed it to find out how it could be destroyed. Instead the potion
master found a new purpose for it. As the glass broke against Rookwood’s mask,
the Unspeakable began to scream shrilly. The caustic substance Neville created
ate through the white mask covering the Death Eater’s face. It then ate through
the man’s skin, then his flesh. It spread in an interesting and alarming fast
fashion. In less than a minute, the bleached bones of Augustus Rookwood
collapsed to the ground. All cartilage and ligaments and
tendons gone. Once the liquid hit the grass at the skeleton formerly
known as Rookwood’s feet, it turned into rich earthy soil.
“Merlin’s palla sporca sacco! Longbottom’s potion
renders people into potting soil.” Blaise whispered
to Susan.
The redhead
could only nod as five masked Death Eaters careened out of the night. Sharing a
look with the Italian Slytherin, the Hufflepuff turned and together they began to cast a
multitude of spells and curses. Susan used a switching spell to switch one
unlucky Death Eater’s internal organs around within his torso and abdomen. Blaise chose to cast a broad spell sending an arc of
cutting energy slicing through the air. It caught the taller of the two Death
Eaters across the shoulders, his shorter companion was
impacted just under the occipital ridge.
Flitwick
finished his spell chain with an overpowered piercing charm that shot through
his opponent’s heart. While next to him, Alicia Spinnet transfigured her
combatant into a large urn. A blasting hex shattered the urn into a million
pieces. In a matter of minutes that seemed like days the Black Squadron stood
alone once more.
****
Prince Harry
Flew the plane back to the airfield. Harry thanked everyone for their help and
turned to Gerard. “I need to head back to Little Hangleton.
I have to make sure that the blighter is actually dead.”
“Well, you
did just drop a house on him…he must be most sincerely dead.” Prince Harry
said.
“Yeah
well…until I’ve pummeled his corpse with a sledgehammer, I’ll assume the
worse.” Harry told the Prince. He was a bit surprised when the man second in
line for the throne of England shrugged, and called for a firearm.
Prince Harry
pressed the gun into the hand of Lord Potter. “Just in case
he’s not as dead as he should be. Just remember, keep your hand steady,
exhale as you squeeze the trigger…squeeze gently don’t pull.”
“Yes, your
highness.” Harry said softly. “Thank you.”
“Yes, well, us Harrys have to stick together.”
Gerard
stepped forward. “Come lad. Let’s go make sure that bastard’s well and truly
dead this time.”
Harry ached
to ask his father-in-law to stay here in the relative safety of this muggle air force base; but one look at Hermione’s stubborn
chin defiantly daring him to say anything—set in her father’s face and he knew
that the words would fall on deaf ears. “Come on then. Its
getting late and we’ve miles to go before we sleep.”
*****
At Grimmauld Place, the twins were explaining the events of
the evening and as Severus, Kingsley and Sirius gave counts of the number of
wands collected from the Death Eaters, McGonagall catalouged
the information sent via the bond from the field. Remus approached the trio at
the head of the war room. “We’ve an assignment from Moody. He wants us to meet
him in the Kitchen. One twin here and one with us. We are
to check a secondary location. But we need to keep the communiqués coming in
here from the field.” The twins quickly made the choice without saying a word.
The three men
assembled and were joined by Dobby. They joined hands and Dobby took them away
with a quiet pop. They reappeared in the opulent front hall of Malfoy Manor. “Alright,
we’ve got two objectives. Search for dark artefacts
that need to be destroyed, and reappropriate the
Malfoy family Library. The firs tis on behalf of the DMLE.
The second is an order from Ms. Granger.”
“Really
Moody, I’m shocked that you would sanction the theft of the Malfoys
books.” Forge teased.
“She’s your
wife…would you cross her?” Mad-Eye shot back.
“Not even
for the last of my mum’s butterbeer biscuits.” The lone
twin returned. The three men engaged the aid of the house elves. The elves
explained to the men that their master and mistress had died this night, though
they knew not how.
Now masterless, since Draco no longer had the magic to connect
with his former life, the elves were only too happy to help. The three men were
finished with their tasks in record time. Heading out side, they told the elves
to make their way to Hogwarts, then the men cast bludgeoning hexes at all the
walls and corners of the first floor. Eventually turning the building into
rubble as it collapsed in upon itself. The men shared satisfied looks and apparated away. Moody took the dark objects and in some
cases the safes they were housed in to the Ministry, and Gred
and Remus took the books to be integrated into Hermione’s collection. None of
the heard the groans of the man buried in the rubble.
It took all
his will to touch his portkey and attempt to return
to the inferno he’s just left.
*****
However his
wards were no longer under his control. He bounced off the wards and instead materialized
facing his unwanted family’s graveyard. He was burned, and broken, and he
landed on the ground. He was in such pain, he barely heard Harry swearing.
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