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Serpentine Series	By : HarmonyB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Master had said Borgin and Burkes was only a few steps away from where they were, but Harmony felt like it took forever to get there. While everyone else strode confidently through the brick maze, her eyes darted to every shadow and alleyway in paranoia. When she caught one of the shadows moving, she assumed it must be only what Barty had encountered earlier—a beggar.
They rounded a corner, and the group came upon a little shop with a "B & B" logo on the door sign. Harmony breathed a sigh of relief. We're here, she thought, and without incident. Now they can just go in, get the Vanishing cabinet, get out quickly, and we can get out of—
Harmony stopped in her tracks and frowned with a feeling of unease. Her sudden stop pulled Master up short as well, and some of the Death Eaters halted to look back at them.
"It's really quiet, isn't it?" she remarked as she looked up at her Master. Then her Serpentine charm flared on her bicep like a searing hot poker, and Voldemort's eyes widened when he felt it along with her.
Her observation was like the magic words to let all hell break loose. Lights from wands came at them from all directions, and witches and wizards spilled out from the shadows. The Aurors had come down upon them with a vengeance, and they had Voldemort's whole group trapped.
Through the pandemonium, Harmony heard Voldemort shout out in anger, his voice echoing off the prison-like brick walls. Red and green lights flashed everywhere, and the colors mesmerized Harmony until one red spark shot past her head, just centimeters from her left ear. The Death Eaters now stood with their backs to each other in a defensive stance, and they wore looks of grim determination.
Just ahead of Harmony, Master had conjured a dark blue protective field around himself. It poured out of his wand above his head like a cascading waterfall. By the defeated look in his eyes as he looked back at her, Harmony realized that he had meant to protect her with it as well, but he hadn't realized she'd wandered too far away from him in the disorder.
With only herself for protection, she spun around to face the Aurors. There were too many of them to count, and her heart thundered with fear. All of her months of intense lessons with Master ran through her head as she decided which defensive spells to use.
She brandished her wand with a flourish, ready to choose which Auror she would duel, when she froze in her defense stance. Was that Tonks over by the alley? And was that Lupin fighting Barty? Moody? Kingsley?
Harmony knew these people. They were her friends. How could she fight her friends? She had a sudden, desperate urge to run up to them and reveal herself. Like they could protect her—bring her home.
But the hope was quickly dashed when a fiery-haired Tonks faced her, her heart-shaped face filled with rage. Without a moment's hesitation, she aimed a red shot at Harmony, who quickly absorbed at the last second as she came out of her shock. Of course they couldn't recognize her—not with her face scarf. All they saw was just another Death Eater that needed to be eliminated.
With lightening quickness, Harmony sent a spell at Tonks that knocked her off her feet and sent her flying. She knew the woman wouldn't be badly hurt, and it gave her enough time to escape dueling with one of her good friends. Then Harmony sprinted toward the mouth of an alleyway she could hide in until the fight was over. Bright, glaring spells shot past her like bullets, so close she could feel the power that pulsed from the magic.
She reached a reclusive spot and laid herself as flat as she could against the grimy wall when a petrifying spell shot past her ear. The spell's light lit up the shadows briefly, and Harmony saw a man waiting in the alley with her. He moved before she could even lift her wand.
"Stupefy!" the man shouted, and the spell hit her squarely in the chest. It knocked the wind out of her, and every bone in her body froze as her nerve endings went completely numb. It was now impossible for her to move.
"Quick, grab her!" a woman shouted from the shadows.
She recognized both the man and the woman when they appeared in her line of sight. The square-jawed, blond man was named Sturgis Podmore, and the black-haired witch was Hestia Jones. She remembered the two of them from when they were members of the Advance Guard protecting her best friend, Harry Potter, from the very people she was currently fighting alongside.
"Let's take her back to Headquarters," said Hestia quickly while Sturgis wrapped an arm around Harmony and picked her up. "You saw how close she was standing to You-Know-Who. I'll bet she knows every little dark plan he has up his grubby sleeves, and then some. A little interrogation of this one and we'd be a great deal more informed, mark my words."
The pair spun around and ran into the depths of the alleyways. As they ran with her, Harmony tried to work through the freezing spell, using all her willpower to move in any way at all—fingers, toes, even her tongue—desperate to tell them they were making a mistake. She was no Death Eater. This was all a huge misunderstanding.
As much as she tried, her body remained numb and useless. She figured that once the spell wore off she could explain to them who she was and what she was really doing there with the Dark Lord. But it was going to be hard to convince them to look past what they saw. After all, she had sent Tonks flying, and certainly everyone had seen her standing next to Lord Voldemort like she was his equal. How could they possibly look beyond that? They would accuse her of lying, that it was obvious where her allegiances lie. They would sentence her to the Dementor's Kiss—the worst punishment a Death Eater could receive—and her soul would be sucked right out, leaving her as nothing more than an empty shell.
Her mind screamed when she had the sudden realization that she was safe from no one, that she belonged to neither the light, nor the dark. She was completely alone with no idea who she was anymore.
Her whole being cried out for somebody to come for her—anybody.
When the two Aurors rounded one last sharp corner, they stopped, assuming they were far away enough from the battle to Apparate safely. But right away, they were interrupted by the sudden flash of an emerald green light.
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted a voice Harmony would recognize anywhere. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hestia Jones crumple to the muddy ground, her eyes open and lifeless.
When Sturgis Podmore twirled around to look at his fallen companion Harmony was able to catch a glimpse of her Master's face. She had never seen him look this furious, even when she had embarrassed him at the festival yesterday. This anger seemed a thousand times worse. The very atmosphere seemed to tremble at the fury he unleashed. His icy blue eyes smoldered.
She wanted to chastise herself for the unexpected relief that simmered up inside her. How could she be relieved with a good witch lying dead on the ground?
It never—not in her darkest nightmares!—crossed her mind to think the Dark Lord would come for her; she especially hadn't expected such fury. Why should Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard in the world, care about a young girl who didn't even know how to properly Apparate?
Voldemort stood two meters from them, his hand curled in a death grip around his upraised wand. As if making one last attempt to protect himself, Sturgis Podmore quickly turned away from the Dark Lord so that his back faced him, but Harmony could tell the man knew it was his last second of life by the way his body trembled as he held her against him.
The deadly green light ignited the alleyway as it hurtled toward Sturgis' back, hungry for his life. When the curse made immediate contact she felt the force of the magic shove them off balance.
What came next was completely unexpected. A sudden, head-splitting pain struck her hard, as though the killing curse surged through Sturgis' body and hit her. She knew that the Avada Kedavra curse wasn't supposed to cause pain, just immediate death.
Her body toppled out of the dead man's arms, landing on the ground, and suddenly the alleyway disappeared. All she saw were images flashing through her mind:
First, she saw a small boy who stood on the edge of an ocean cliff as he stared out into the raging water below. Then, the image of the same boy, now her age, curled up in a bed in a Hogwarts dormitory with a contented smile on his face. Then she saw him as a man, his dark hair shining in the sunlight as he walked along the edge of a forest. When he turned back to look at her, she saw her Master's fierce blue eyes gazing right into hers.
His haunting blue eyes were the last thing she saw before everything went dark.
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