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Triangle Disease
Part I
Chapter Twenty
“Fight and Flight”
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Editor’s Note: This chapter is a combined effort. Some
of what’s here is the work of "Wim
Vincken" wim.vincken@gmail.com
in their original story “Triangle Disease”. However, I have re-worked it and
significantly changed the feeling and direction of this chapter.
THIS
CHAPTER IS RATED: R - FOR HARD VIOLENCE.
(A/N: segment from the last chapter)
Ginny
and Hermione had seen the whole thing. They shook their heads, smiled in the
direction where they thought Moody was, and continued to walk towards the baby
shop.
As
the girls approached the baby shop, Moody came up behind the three of them “In
with you, the shop is safe. Potter, you stay with me here, Remus you guard the
backdoor, and you two guard the inside of the shop.”
The
group entered the shop, and Harry stayed with Moody, who was looking
threateningly to everyone in Diagon Alley, both wands at the ready in his
hands.
After
a half hour of waiting in front of the shop, a group of people marched up the
alley towards them. In front of the group walked Albus Dumbledore.
Behind Albus Dumbledore walked a
smirking Severus Snape. Besides Snape walked Nymphadora Tonks, and behind them
walked three unknown people. Harry assumed they were new Order members.
“Ah, Harry, I am here to take you with me into safety. Where are
your wives?” Dumbledore said pleasantly.
“I am not going anywh …” Harry started to say.
”Yes, you are, Harry. It’s not safe anymore. Only at Hogwarts
will you and your wives be safe. There have been death eater attacks up and
down England
in the last two weeks.”
“I’m not going, Professor. Moreover, WE are not going.”
“You are, Harry, whether you want to or not.”
“I don’t think so, Professor.” Harry thought that this was going
to end badly and he felt bad about it. Harry was grateful for the daily
practice he has insisted upon when he ran the DA. He thought to himself ‘expelliarmous.’ Dumbledore very casually threw up a shield
at the last moment, before the disarming curse could hit him. Unfortunately,
curse rebounded from Dumbledore and hit Snape straight on his forehead. The
greasy black haired man went down like a block.
“Who’s next? Tonks? You going to try to take me?”
“Wotcher, Harry. I’m just doing what the Ministry and the
Professor have said to do. Sorry, love. It’s not personal.”
“Well, take your best shot, Tonks. You’ll get only one.”
She did. Harry was right. She got only one shot before Harry moved. It wasn’t quite as fast as
apparition, but it was fast enough to fool the eye. Suddenly, Harry was among
them. He stopped just to her left side, away from her wand hand. He didn’t, and
wouldn’t, use magic against her.
However, he couldn’t’ have her at his back, so in a fluid motion, he took her
wand and, stepped around her, and drove his heel of his right hand right at her
forehead. She collapsed in a heap. With
her wand in hand, Harry moved again,
stopping 20 meters away, up Diagon Alley, to a point where they would not
expect him.
“Headmaster, you’ll have to try to take me yourself, because the
clowns behind you aren’t going to be able to. You would have been off with a
bunch of trained monkeys.”
Dumbledore turned to enervate Snape, so Harry reached out and
dragged Snape’s body to where he could control it. Thanks to Hermione’s
cleverness and his own power, Harry cast a combination full-body bind curse on
Snape as well as a very effective, personalized shield charm on him. It was
going to take anyone who tried a very long time to get through those two
curses. That put Snape effectively out of the fight.
Next, Harry looked at the large rock next to the door of the
shop. He knew what he could do with it, but he really, really didn’t want to.
The shop owner had painted the number eleven on the stone. He pointed to the
stone and willed it to move. He waved his wand towards the remaining Order
members. The stone moved fast towards the two or the three remaining, unknown
Order members. One of the three avoided the stone at the last moment.
Harry sent warning thoughts to Ginny and Hermione get his
invisibility cloak and hide. He showed them what was going on and told them
he’d take care of the problem.
“Harry! Stop this. You’re not going to win and if you persist, I
will have to hurt you. I will deeply regret having to do so, but you’re not
leaving me a choice.”
“We’re not going anywhere with you, Headmaster. You’ve always
been like a father to me, but I’m not going to allow my life and those of my
wives to be controlled anymore. I’m sorry.”
“Harry…” Dumbledore let the name just hang in the air, as if he
was pleading with Harry.
“I’m sorry, too, Professor. You’ve always been good to me and to
us. BUT – we have to live our own lives.
You still have time to leave here and not get hurt.”
Dumbledore very reluctantly reached into his robe and drew out
his wand. Harry watched him, with tremendous sadness. He didn’t want to hurt the old man.
The Headmaster to another step forward and Harry did what he had
resisted doing before. He dug down into his power and let it suffuse his whole
being. The green-gold light that he had previously only shown his wives grew in
radiance and power until Diagon Alley was awash in its light.
The ground rumbled and suddenly, cobblestones from everywhere
rose up and hurtled toward his attackers. Dumbledore vanished and re-appeared,
twenty meters from where he had just been. However, the two Order members who
had been behind the Headmaster were in the way of the on-coming avalanche and
they were destroyed – crushed by the sheer weight of the moving wall of stone.
The remaining Order member apparated to where his compatriots had been, in a
vain effort to rescue them, and went down as well; never to rise again. Their
blood was everywhere around them.
The Headmaster turned and looked at the bodies of the crushed
Order members. Harry could almost feel
the sadness that Albus was feeling – and it hurt Harry to the pit of his
stomach. He had never killed before and he knew he was going to be sick when
this was over.
Albus Dumbledore turned again to face Harry. His wand was up and Harry knew that he might
be in real trouble. After all, the only wizard in the whole world Tom Riddle
was afraid of was Dumbledore. He did not want to hurt the Headmaster – and it
was down to the two of them. “Aegis maxima!” he thought silently and
tried to add as much as possible power in his shield. It was just in time. The
disarming spell splashed against the shield and evaporated.
Harry moved. He wasn’t
going to get trapped and beaten because he was riveted to one spot. If he kept
moving, he might just have the edge. The Headmaster was an old man and didn’t
have the energy or the unpredictability to cope with Harry. Besides, the
Headmaster had never faced Harry before.
Up and down the Alley, the two traded shots. Dumbledore tried
the engulfing/entrapment spell that he
had used against Voldemort in the atrium of the Ministry for Magic. Nothing
worked. He was just not fast enough to beat Harry. The anti-disapparation spell
that Dumbledore had cast kept Harry from grabbing Ginny and Hermione and just
jumping away, but it didn’t keep Harry from using his unusually ability to shift and move. Harry scored two major
hits on the Headmaster. The first one burned a hole in the old man’s side and
the second one smashed him against a wall. Harry had pulled his punch with that
strike. He probably could have killed the headmaster, but it was not in Harry’s
nature to hurt someone he had come to love.
Finally, Harry knew he had to end it, so he moved once more so that he was just behind the Headmaster. Harry wasn’t going to take chances, so he
stuck his wand-tip in the Headmaster’s ribs and uttered stupefy. The Headmaster crumpled and Harry caught him as he fell,
so that he didn’t strike his head on the ground. When he looked down at Dumbledore’s face
cradled in his lap, he saw that it wore a mask of pain. Harry lost what control
he had left and sat and wept.
When he was able to re-compose himself, it took but a couple of
minutes for Harry to gather the bodies of those who were still alive, including
the Headmaster, Tonks, and Snape. Harry didn’t want to deal with the other
Order members once they woke up, so he walked over to where a scarf had fallen
from Dumbledore’s pocket and he whispered “Portus”.
A moment later, the scarf shimmered and shown with a magical light, which then
faded. Harry gathered the unconscious Order members, as well as Snape, together
- including the Headmaster - in a pile and draped each with a bit of the scarf.
He enchanted again under his breath and they all disappeared in a blinding
light.
The port key sent them to the former site of the Quidditch World
Cup, way far away in Scotland.
Harry chuckled to himself as he thought of them trying to figure out where they
were and what they were doing on an abandoned Scottish moor.
“Is everything is alright,
Harry?” Ginny thought to him from
inside the store. Harry was astonished that she hadn’t heard anything.
“No, Ginny, it’s not. I’m
going to be sick.” A moment later,
Harry knelt over a bucket he had conjured and voided his stomach. The dry
heaves continued for several long minutes, along with the tears that Harry
could not banish. Why did they insist on
fighting? Oh God, why? Can anyone forgive me for what I’ve done?
Harry didn’t want to announce how he was feeling to the whole of
Diagon Alley or even Ginny, at that moment, so he sent her a tightly
controlled mental picture of the moor
which had been the former site of the Quidditch World Cup to which the
Headmaster and the others had been sent. Ginny giggled and sent an image back
to Harry of the group of them arriving naked. Harry would have thought that it
was a pretty funny image, too, but not at the moment.
The moment that Ginny came out of the baby store and looked down
the alley, she saw what had happened. She looked closely at three dead Order
members on the ground in front of the shop and realizing that some of them were
laying at angles that were not natural, she ran to them. When she realized that
they were no longer breathing, she burst into tears. “Did they have to die, Harry?”
Harry’s reaction was more an anguished sob than a telepathic
response. “Ginny, they were trying to
take me by force and they weren’t playing games this time. I didn’t want to
hurt them, but they didn’t leave me a choice. I would have spared them, if they
had surrendered or just stopped….but they kept coming. Albus had cast an
anti-disapparation charm, so I couldn’t get to you two to get away. You know I
would have had us run for it if we could have. Dumbledore means to have us
under his control and he’s not going to give up. I’m not sure which I resent
more: him or Tom. At least with Tom, I know that he wants me dead. With
Dumbledore, I’m not sure what he wants, but he might want me dead, too. I could
have killed Dumbledore, Ginny. I didn’t, but I could have. I had him at
wand-point.
“We’ve got to tell
Hermione what’s happened and think about the next thing that we’ll have to do
in order to stay safe.”
”I know, Ginny. I’m
worried too.”
Harry reached out with his thoughts to his other wife. “ ‘Mione? Did you hear?”
“Yes, Harry.” Her thoughts were bright and furious with anger at the fact that
Harry had been forced to kill in their defense. He knew that she was just as
angry at him for not doing more to prevent it as she was with the Order members
for being so incredibly stupid. Things
had just become a lot more complicated for all of them.
“Obviously, the
Fidelius charm has Dumbledore confused. He must not know where to find us or
have any idea of what we’ve done. Probably, we ‘dropped off the map’ relative
to anyone looking for us. This was their first chance to get at us in a good
long while.”
Harry walked quickly to the baby shop and followed Ginny to the
back. When the two of them returned to the store, they saw Hermione standing
near a huge rack with baby clothes.
“What do you think Harry, white or pink trousers?” She held up
in one hand minuscule trousers in white and in the other hand pink. Her anger
radiated from her in agitated waves.
“Pink,” Harry said immediately. “We’ve got to talk, Hermione. It’s now clear that Dumbledore’s not going
to take no for an answer anymore. We’ve got to leave and get back to the
Castle, where it’s safe. I need you two to share magic with me – right now.
I’ve got to take down the anti-apparation charm that the Headmaster incanted.”
Ginny and Hermione didn’t argue. Instead, they put their hands
on his shoulders and opened themselves up to him. Harry could feel their magic
reserves flow into and around his and the feeling was almost orgasmic. They had
never done this before – though they had talked about it – but it felt
amazing. Harry took out his wand and
pointed it upward. “Finite incantatum”.
There was a low bell gong sound that resonated throughout the
store and through their bodies. Harry knew immediately that it had worked. If
others were after them, they were going to have to re-cast it. Harry didn’t
intend to have them be there long enough for that to be a problem. Harry looked
around to see if anyone in the store, including the storeowner, had noticed
what had just happened. “Are most wizards and witches this clueless
when it comes to magic use? Couldn’t they feel that?”
Hermione responded first, as she often did. “No idea Harry. Our magic is so intense
together; I can’t imagine how they’d miss it, but who knows?” Ginny answered the second question silently “I hear you, Harry. Act normally. We’ll think
of what to do between the three of us. We don’t want to tip off the shop owner
as to what we’re planning. Just follow my lead and act the part of the
distressed husband of two very pregnant wives.”
“It’s white,” Hermione stated to Ginny with a disapproving look at
Harry.
Ginny smiled, and started to take the entire white baby clothing
from the rack and place it in a large basket, which was already overloaded full
with … stuff. “Hermione? When we get
outside the back door, send the bags on to the Castle. Dobby will take care of
them. We may need to make a run for it. Apparate to Godric’s Hollow first and
re-group there if we have to.”
“Did you catch that,
Harry. If we have to run for it, apparate to Godric’s Hollow. We’ll re-group
there.” “What do we need more, Gin. Do you have the list?” Hermione asked
Ginny.
Ginny shook her head. “Harry does.”
Hermione looked expectantly to Harry. He heard the twins
snorting in the background.
“Well, Harry,” Hermione asked impatiently “where is the list?”
“List? What list? Nobody gave me any list,” he said nervously.
The twins sneezed and exhaled behind a rack with baby toys. He
could hear them very clearly.
Hermione was looking very annoyed. “Har-ry…”
They kept talking aloud so that the shop owner would not think
something was amiss or strange in their behavior. “I suddenly remember that list,” Harry
quickly said. “Because Moody needed help guarding the door, I gave the list to
the twins … to Fred I believe … but it might have been George. Anyhow, security
is important, as you well know, and Moody is alone now, I need to help him. The
twins are behind that rack,” he said quickly, pointing to the rack with baby
toys. With Harry covering for her, Hermione bolted to the back door with the
goods they had already purchased. She ducked outside, did some fast conjuring,
and sent the packages back to Potter Castle. Then she ducked back inside to be
with Harry and Ginny.
As soon as Harry was within visual range of Hermione, he thought
to her “Remember, straight to Godric’s Hollow. Get inside the house and
we’ll figure out where to go from there.”
Suddenly, they could hear the familiar pops of apparating
people. Moody pointed his wands towards the noise. Harry pulled his wand as
well, but was aware where the problems now came from. He relaxed somewhat when
he saw the Aurors. Theirs were the red robes of the Magical Law Enforcement
squad and not the infamous Hit Wizards. Once Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were spotted,
the Aurors moved in the direction of the back of the shop.
“Moody, be careful, and don’t hex them first. Let them talk,”
Harry whispered to Moody. Moody was going to be left to fend for himself, but
since he had not really been involved with the fight outside, and since one way
or the other, Harry was going to be blamed anyway, Harry saw no point in giving
him any warning as to what was about to happen.
Twelve Aurors were approaching Harry at the back of the baby
shop. They pointed to the three dead people outside in the street. “What
happened here?” asked the leader of the Aurors.
“They attacked us,”
Harry said simply.
The Auror looked at him, confused. Harry continued, “You know
who I am, Sir and knowing that, you know that the Order of the Phoenix, namely Albus Dumbledore, has been trying to
kidnap me and my wives. Today we fought back. We rendered most of them
unconscious, including Nymphadora Tonks.
I made sure of it. They’re now on a moor in Scotland somewhere.”
“Nymphadora Tonks is an Auror, and assaulting an Auror is an
Azkaban offense, so you are under
arrest,” the lead Auror said. He gestured with his hand and the other
Aurors, who were approaching Harry and his wives, raised their wands. Harry
took one look at his wives; took them by the hands and the three vanished.
The Aurors fanned out. “Tracking spells now!” The Aurors raced
outside, into Diagon Alley.
The Auror team made multiple castings of “Profugus felon”. Red lights zoomed high into the air; whirled and
then returned to the wand-tips of the casters. “We have them, sir. They’ve gone
to Godric’s Hollow”.
“Follow them, then. Be careful. As we have just witnessed, If
Harry Potter is cornered, he will most certainly kill you if he feels that he
has no choice. Do not force a
confrontation. Remember, he will do anything it takes to protect his wives and
he may be considerably more powerful with his wives than
He-who-must-not-be-Named. If you corner him, you will not make it home to your families tonight. Do not corner his wives, either. Minerva
McGonagall has said that both of them are the best students Hogwarts has ever
had. They are to be considered armed and extremely
dangerous. If you cannot take them alive, run.
Harry Potter is not to be hurt. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”
The other Aurors said “Yes, sir.”
With that admonishment, the twelve Aurors disapparated to
Godric’s Hollow.
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