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Just A Matter of Time	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19707 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CHAPTER THREE- Duel At The Bank
They exit Aaron’s office and notice that the teams are paired up discussing the case, among other things. The twins are missing. No doubt they are with Penelope. Harry has to move away from Aaron or he will make the mistake of touching him or looking at him in a way that makes it obvious that they are an item or at least that they are sleeping together. Neither of them is ready to answer their team’s questions if their sexual connection became know. Harry himself isn’t quite sure what they are right now; Aaron may have claimed him but he doesn’t know if it is just for while he is here or for the rest of their lives. To keep himself busy from questions he cannot answer right now, he walks over to the board and stares at the victims. “What are you doing Theo?” he asks out loud. Harry wonders for the hundredth time if he is getting help from someone.
Theo is rich everyone knows that. Why did he choose America to run and hide? There has to be a reason. “Blaise” he calls out.
“Yes Boss?”
“When you guys were roommates with Theo, did he ever mention he and his father coming to the States for summer hols?”
“Not that I can think of. But back then we snakes kept our secrets to ourselves. Not like you Gryffs, who let everyone into your world.” Blaise answers. “Theo was bit of a loner anyway; we knew his father was beating him and blamed him for the death of his mother.”
“What are you thinking?” asks Draco, coming to stand beside Harry, staring at the board trying to figure out what Harry is looking for.
“He has to be getting help from someone or staying somewhere. Hiding in plain sight if you will. His name was not revealed in the news on this side as yet, so I see no reason why he wouldn’t be hiding with someone he knows. Did the Notts have any family living on this side of the pond?” He asks the group, although he is mostly talking to himself. Suddenly, it is like a lightning bolt strikes him. “Fuck! Why didn’t we think about this sooner.” He looks up at Draco somehow expressing what he is thinking without saying the words.
“You're not thinking what I think you’re thinking?” Draco asks, catching on to what Harry is thinking.
“Why not? Some of them got away.” He tells Draco.
They completely forget about the others in the room. This is what happens sometimes. It is as if he and Draco can read each other’s mind the way he, Hermione and Ron used to. Draco cannot replace Hermione or Ron in his life, but he does make Harry’s life better simply by being there and being himself. Their connection as friends and brothers has opened up a whole new world for them.
“What are they talking about?” JJ asks.
“They do this sometimes. When an idea hits, they feed off each other. They are like the twins in some aspects.” Harry hears Blaise answer.
Great thinks Morgan, as if the way twins talk isn’t disorienting enough. Now, Draco and Harry have mind melds in the middle of brainstorms. Add in the inevitable energized, nerdy convos between Spencer and Draco and by the end of this case I just might go mad.
Despite being thoroughly confused and a bit frustrated, Aaron’s heart warms at the sight of Harry’s connection with Draco. The blonde is obviously close to Harry and very important to him. Aaron loves getting to know this part of his Sub. What are the odds that in less than 24 hours, Harry has already touched a small part of his heart that no one else ever has not even Haley. After Haley’s death Aaron had thought that his heart would remain cold and closed off for the rest of his life but Harry has already proven him wrong. His Sub is like the sunshine: filling his heart and life with joy and warmth, ridding him of the shadows in his heart. Somehow, Harry has mended his broken heart.
“Just wait, we will know what they are talking about in a sec.” Neville continues.
“So what you're saying is that not all the Death Eaters got arrested?” Draco goes on.
“Riddle did not mark all of them and with the way Nott is killing, he is getting help from someone. Especially now that he is in a new place, he would need money, time and opportunity and definitely a look out. How else could he do the killings in broad daylight without being spotted?” Says Harry. “We have to go to the bank, Draco. After he killed everyone in his household, he fled and from the looks of it when we searched the manor…”
“…He didn’t take much.” Draco finishes for him. “Dammit! We are going need to visit the bank. It’s the only place he could hide money and buy what he needs without anyone thinking twice or asking questions. If we were in London, we could have had the twins sneak into the bank. It isn’t as if they haven’t done it before.”
“Isn’t that a bit illegal?” asks Rossi.
“Not if you don’t get caught,” Neville answers. “You can’t tell me your own tech analyst has never hacked into places she isn’t allowed to.”
Aaron simply makes a unintelligible sound. He admits nothing.
Draco ignores them, continuing in a reluctant tone, “Harry, I have a feeling that besides going to the bank we will have to call in the specialists. They will have a better idea of who was and was not marked and who could have gotten away.”
The entire BAU stares blankly at the pair, having no idea what the hell is going on. They are missing too much information to follow their train of thought.
Harry runs his hands through his hair, starting to feel a bit agitated. “Why do we have to? Why can’t we ask Kingsley instead, he should be able to tell us who has not been to work in seven damn years?” he whines.
Draco rolls his eyes, “Be that as it may, we will need their expertise. I don’t know why we did not ask them to come along in the first place….”
Before Draco could say anything else an irritated voice booms in the room. “Will someone tell us what the hell is going on? I feel like I’m a distorted version of the twilight zone.”
Both Draco and Harry turned around to see the rest of the team staring at them and a very frustrated look on Aaron’s face. Harry ducks his head, his arse is still smarting from the spanking he just received in Aaron’s office; he does not need another one just yet. “Sorry, Draco and I sometimes get caught up in our brainstorming; we forget that others are not use to how we are. What we were thinking is Nott has to be getting help from someone. When Riddle was on the rise he marked the people who followed and believe in his nonsense with a mark on their forearm in the form of a tattoo of a skull and a snake. He called them his Death Eaters. Because of how high up on the food chain some were, such as politicians, even police officers, they were not marked. So when the authorities began rounding up Riddle’s followers after he died, they only captured the ones that were marked and those whom they knew were marked. His unmarked followers were lucky, and were never caught.”
“We think if we go to the bank, they will be able to give us records of who came into the country from Britain in the past couple of years and who might be aiding Nott. But if the bank does not cooperate as they are known to do, we will have to call in two of Riddle’s former inner circle and our spy.”
“And who is that?” Asks JJ.
Harry and Draco remain silent so Neville answered for them, “Their Dad and Pere.”
Reid looks a bit confused, so he asks the question plaguing in his mind, “What’s wrong with that? If they can help us I see no problem in calling them.”
Neville and Blaise give a belly laugh as they watch emotions play on Harry’s face. “How can I put this, our fathers are very…”
“Overbearing….” Says Draco.
“Protective...” comments Harry.
“Mental...” Harry adds.
“Mothering….” Draco states.
“And very demanding.” They say together.
“What Harry and Draco are trying to say is...” Blaise says through his laughter and tears, “their fathers like to take over the cases because of all the danger that comes with our jobs. You see Harry has a tendency to be a bit reckless and trouble evitably follows and Draco tends to only make it worse. The pair of them is the biggest trouble magnets we’ve ever seen.”
“We are not,” Draco and Harry say together.
Neville and Blaise look at the pair in disbelief. The skepticism on their faces makes it plain that neither man believes the two protesting troublemakers.
All of the BAU members groan inside their heads, all except Reid. They already have their own trouble magnet, one Dr. Spencer Reid; they shudder at the thought of having three of them working the same case. They will be lucky if they all survive.
The BAU team heads are going back and forth as if they are watching another tennis match for the second time that day; they really do act like twins sometimes.
Bringing the conversation back to the case, “And what about the bank, you said they might not be willing to give up the information easily. We can get a subpoena. And Garcia can do a search to see who came into the country in the past few years; paper trails are not easy to hide, especially from our girl.” Prentiss tells them.
“Now that’s a bit tricky, I guess we should have started our introductions by telling you we are pagans. Most of our practices are a bit archaic, for instance the bank does not use computers to keep their records. Only a few families have embraced the use of technology in the past few years. And we come from a community that does not like to bring in outsiders. As much as I don’t like and disagree with most of their practices, I see the need for secrecy; there are somethings that outsiders would not understand.” Harry tells them. “If any of Riddle’s former followers came into the country, you would not be able to tell who they are. The bank is our best bet, they deal exclusively with pagans. The followers will need money, plus the bank workers are greedy and will do anything for money. The only way we are going to get the information we need is by cutting a deal with them and neither one of you know how they think, we do.” He says pointing to the Wizards in the room.
“You make it sound like you have to give blood just to get the information.” Morgan says to him.
“That’s pretty much what we will be doing, these guys are ruthless th..” he went on to say more but Dr. Reid cut him off during his explanation.
“Paganism represents a wide variety of traditions that emphasize reverence for nature and a revival of ancient polytheistic and animistic religious practices. Some modern forms of Paganism have their roots in 19th century C.E. European nationalism including the British Order of Druids, but most contemporary Pagan groups trace their immediate organizational roots to the 1960s, and have an emphasis on archetypal psychology and a spiritual interest in nature..”
“Thank you Dr. Reid.” Harry says cutting him off, “We are from old traditional families and as such there are some traditions we must uphold, getting a subpoena won’t change anything, they would either burn it or laugh in your face. Draco and I will go to the bank talk to them. Dray have the twins get us a location, I would like to go there today. The longer we wait the more chances Theo has to kill again.”
He does not have to say which location he is talking about; Draco already knows it is an apparition point. He turns back to look at the victims. “Blaise call Kings and see if there is any other news that could help us out.”
He turns around to see Draco on his phone talking with one of his twins; Blaise excuses himself to go call Kingsley. He turns to Neville; “Neville, I think you should come to the bank with us, you might be able to sway the beasts into giving us what we want.” Nev nods his head, knowing what Harry means.
Harry is firing orders left and right; he does not take notice of Aaron staring at him. One minute he is joking with Draco, the next he is in command and the others follow him with no questions asked. There is more to his little Sub than meets the eye.
Neville nods just as Blaise comes rushing back in with his phone to his ear, “Boss you’re going to want to hear this.” Then he says to Kingsley “Sir, I’m turning the screen around so that you can see everyone.”
“Hey Kings,” Harry greets looking at the Minister of Magic “Let me introduce to the BAU team we are working with.” He points to each and every person starting with Aaron and ending with Prentiss. “I would like for you to meet my boss, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Ok Kings, what do you have for us?”
Aaron is once again in awe of how at ease Harry is talking with his team and boss. He will not lie and say that he is not suspicious and intrigued by Harry and Draco’s explanation about the bank and their paganism lifestyle. He is impressed with Harry; he is smart and appears to be a great leader. Maybe it is the profiler in him but he feels like he is being lied to big time. The Dom in him wants to force Harry to explain things now. He puts his suspicions in the back of his mind to try to focus on what Harry’s boss has to say. But his attention is drawn to the intense look on Harry’s face. Sub Harry is sexy and trusting, this Harry in front of him was intriguing, secretive and commanding. It makes him want to uncover every one of Harry’s secrets.
“We now know why Nott killed Parkinson.” He pauses for a second, “She was having an affair.”
That is interesting news to the Wizards in the room. The BAU is unfazed by the news. It isn’t the first or last time an Unsub killed their partner for cheating. They see it all the time.
“Who was it Kings?” Harry asks.
“Azra Ellis Jones,” Kingsley tells them. “There’s more, the boy Pansy had was not Theo Nott’s Heir.”
“Shit Pansy, what were you thinking?” Blaise say out loud.
It does not go unnoticed by the BAU members the strong way the PACU members react to their boss’s words about the child not being Nott’s heir. The only way to explain their reaction is that the boy not being Nott’s heir is somehow significant in their pagan society. JJ thinks, I guess heirs must be important in their pagan world.
“How are you only just finding this out, hasn’t she been dead for a while?” Aaron asks. The look on his Baby’s face right now makes Aaron a bit worried; the Dom in him wants to walk over and hold his Sub. But as a profiler he can see the conflicting emotions that are plaguing Harry. The fact that someone he knew died, whether they were friends or not is a very hard thing to take. But to know the killer is another thing. The boundaries they set in the office about their relationship are going to test both their will powers.
“Azra was in Egypt on an archeology dig,” meaning he is a curse breaker, Harry thinks. “The plan was for Pansy and their son to come and live in Egypt with him. Apparently, Pansy had told Azra that Theo had begun to scare her. She wanted out. Pansy was supposed to ask Nott for a divorce and meet him in Egypt. When he did not hear back from her despite the many letters he sent, he knew something was wrong. It took him longer to get sometime off but when he finally did and made it back to England he found out she was dead.”
“Can you confirm his alibi? Considering the assumption that Nott could be getting help while he is here, it could be the same back in England.” Morgan suggests.
Kingsley nods his head, “Yes, we checked out his alibi. He has been in Egypt for the past year, only returning two days ago.” Kingsley tells them.
“Kings, we are thinking of calling Sev and Luce to come in and help us out. We came up with the theory that not all of the Death Eaters were caught, especially the ones that Riddle didn’t mark,” Harry informs him.
“That’s not a bad idea, I will stop by and see them tonight on my way home and mention it to them. Let me know how it goes with the bank. Let’s hope they are more cooperative on that side of the pond than they are on this side, greedy little blighters. Also, I will check with Walticus to see if anyone came forward as Nott’s mistress, at this point I don’t think anyone will want to admit to it if they were. Agent Hotchner, thank you for helping my boys out on this case; they are a bit unconventional but they get the job done. Harry, keep me posted on your progress and for deity’s sake stay out of trouble.”
“Will do Kings and I always stay out of trouble,” he tells Kings before ending the call. The last thing he hears is Kingsley’s chuckling.
No one says a word for a minute until Draco speaks up. “When the fuck did Pansy meet up with Smith? As annoying as she was, she never pegged me for the cheating type.”
Blaise answers for him, “No clue, she kept her affair hidden but Kingsley was right about one thing, now we know the real reason he killed her.”
“You’re referring to something else besides the affair?” Reid asks him.
Blaise nods his head yes, “I don’t think Nott cared she had an affair; I think he cared more about whom the affair was with.”
“And that is?”
“In his eyes, she sullied her self by sleeping with someone of dirty blood and then to have that man’s child and trying to pass him off as a pure blood, as Theo’s heir. That was the ultimate betrayal.” Neville explains to the group.
“That ladies and gentleman is one sick puppy, but why should blood matter? What does that even mean, dirty blood and pure blood?” Morgan asks the PACU.
Neville explains, “Within our pagan society, there are a lot of old families. Those that descend from these old pagan families are considered pure in blood. Dirty blood usually refers to families that are ‘tainted’ by outsider blood, i.e. one where an heir is produced between a person of pure blood and an outsider, who hasn’t been born into our pagan society.”
Harry turns to his brother, “Draco, did the twins get you a location?”
“Yup, there is one not far from our hotel actually. You do realize you can’t go as you are, you would be recognized, me too for that matter.” He tells Harry.
The BAU team is curious why Harry and Draco would need to worry about being recognized. There are so many questions they want to ask and it is only the first day of them working together. This is going to be a very interesting collaboration.
“Worry not big brother, I’ve got that covered,” Harry tells Draco with a smirk on his face that did not bode well for the blonde.
No one comments on the fact that Harry called Draco big brother, they are more focused on the fact that the others on Harry’s team shake their heads in exasperation.
“Whatever you're planning better not blow up our faces,” Draco warns him.
“It won’t I promise, have I ever gotten you in trouble?” Draco is about to respond but Harry stops him, “Don’t answer that, just be ready to go in a few minutes. There is something I need to take care of before we leave.” Everyone watches him leave, not knowing where or what he is going to do.
“That boy will be the death of me.” Draco muses out loud, shaking his head.
In the meanwhile, Harry walks out of the room and finds the nearest restroom going into a stall, casting a notice-me-not charm. He leaves the bathroom just as someone else is coming in; he sneaks into Aaron’s office and looks for a lose hair on his chair. Once he finds one, he places it in a tissue fromm the box sitting on the desk. Harry then sneaks back out, making his way to the conference room still under the charm; he gently plucks a strand of hair from JJ’s and Prentiss’ blonde and brunette locks. Both women scratch the spot where he had taken the hair. With that done, Harry then goes back into the bathroom and cancels the charm, walking back into the conference room as if nothing has happened.
“Ok Draco, Nev all done. I think we need to make a stop at the hotel before we go to the bank.” He says to his friends.
Draco creases his brow in confusion until he sees Harry motion to his face. In their line of work there are certain things Draco never travels without: his wand, his robes and most of all, his potions. That could only mean that Harry wants to use polyjuice to sneak into the magical community; he only hopes the people they are using are not ugly and fat. Draco nods his head, signaling he understands.
“We will let you know what we find out at the bank” he tells the group. “Blaise and the twins will fill in any gaps from our side while we are gone.” Before he leaves he turns to look at Aaron, he can see the amount of questions building in the man’s head but because of who and what they are Harry cannot answer his questions. Certainly not until he is certain their relationship is serious and lasting. The only thing he can think to say is that it’s a pagan thing and hope Aaron and the rest of his team are satisfied with that answer.
The three walk out of the FBI building to find the nearest apparition point. “You do realize our behavior seems suspicious to these muggles?” Draco asks him.
“I know” he sighs saying, “These guys are different than others we have worked with. They profile people’s behavior for a living; it will not be easy to keep the truth from them. It doesn’t help that this is the case where we know some of the victims and the killer. Here there are too many emotions coming into play.” The fact that I’m sleeping with their boss isn’t making it any easier, thinks Harry.
Draco knows Harry is right, in all their other cases the victims and the killers have been strangers to them. Not someone they went to school with, argued with and even hated, all at the same time. Saying this case is a whirlwind of emotions is an understatement. They make it to the apparition point, which is a dead end and they disappear just before Morgan, who is following them, rounds the corner.
Morgan is pissed, and flabbergasted at the same time. He knows Hotch is curious as the rest of the team about what and who this bank is; so when Harry and the other two leave, he excuses himself quietly from the room with the intent of following the three men. They are walking at a fast pace and whispering to each other as they exit the building. He watches as they turn the corner and wonders why they are going to a dead end. He hurries to catch up to them, quieting his steps. Morgan keeps his back to the wall, peeking carefully around the corner. Expecting to see the three men standing there, he stares blankly at the empty dead end. There is nothing here but dumpsters.
Morgan walks further into the alley, searching around the dumpers looking for signs as to where the men could have gone and is utterly confused to find nothing. He pulls out his phone; Hotch’s voice comes over the other end.
“Hotch.”
“Yea what’s up?”
“So I followed our new friends and instead of getting into a car to go to their hotel, they walked a couple blocks and disappeared around the corner, which turns out to be a dead end. Something is not right about these guys.” He tells his boss and friend.
“Hold on,” Hotch says to him. Morgan can tell that Hotch is walking out of the conference room for some privacy, “That does not make any sense, what do you mean they disappeared and at a dead end?”
“Just like I told you. There are no doors, so unless they scaled the fence, which I do not see happening in their expensive suits, I have no idea how they disappeared from the alley or where they went.”
“Ok. Harry said they are going to their hotel first before going to this bank. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who noticed that not one of them mentioned the name of the bank. Go to the hotel, do you know where it is?”
“Yes, I heard Draco tell Reid where they are staying.”
“Go there and wait for them to come out, follow them, then report back to me. I’m going to see if I can get any information from the twins and Blaise.”
“Ok I will see what I can find out.” Morgan tells him.
After hanging up the phone, Morgan walks back to the FBI building and gets into a standard issue vehicle, while Hotch walks back into the conference room to talk with Blaise, only to find him missing. “Where is Blaise?”
“He says he needs to talk with the twins. He just walked back to Garcia’s cave a few seconds after you left.” Dave tells him.
The hair on the back of Aaron’s neck stands up. Did Blaise follow him and listens in on his conversation with Morgan? No, he couldn’t have. He would have heard footsteps; pushing that thought to the side he addresses his team.

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Polyjuiced as Aaron, Harry walks into Gringotts confidently. They each had taken the polyjuice potion at their hotel after apparating there in an effort to lose Morgan’s tail. They had taken the time to grab their robes as well. Draco and Neville had both had to transform some of their clothing into more feminine looking suits. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Draco and Nev fidgeting and walking awkwardly. Neither man appears to be enjoying their time as women.
Unseen by the Harry, Draco, and Harry, Theo Nott stands not ten feet from them. He eyes them with suspicion; Theo knows how easily a person can hide their identities in the magical world. He, himself, is polyjuiced, as are his five cohorts. The goblins will see right through it but other witches and wizards can’t.
He watches as the two ‘women’ walk clumsily through the lobby. The man with them is unremarkable. He looks comfortable and confident. Dismissing him for the moment, Theo keeps his ears open for clues to the two women’s real identities.
The trio approaches the front desk. Harry nods respectfully.
The goblin looks down at them, no doubt he sees through the polyjuice to their true identities. His keen eyes view them skeptically, “May the blood of your enemies flow abundantly as the gold in your vaults young Lord…”
Harry answers, “May your enemies feel the edge of your blade as it pierces their flesh and their bodies multiply as the gold in your stores, Master Goblin.”
The goblin is very impressed; witches and wizards do not often give goblins an honest, respectful greeting. “I am Master Blackscale. What can I do for you, today?”
“Is it possible for us to speak privately?” asks Harry.
“Does this concern your vaults?” Blackscale replies.
“No.” Harry looks serious as he says, “We are in pursuit of a serial killer who has fled here to America. Is it possible to gain access to his vault? It is imperative that we find this man before he kills again.”
Shaking his head, the goblin vows, “That is not possible. Only goblins and those that hold the vault keys have access to personal vaults. There is nothing I can do to help you, Lord Potter-Black.”
Theo bites his lip hard to stop himself from reacting. Potter is here! No doubt the two ‘women’ are a couple of his goody-goody followers. Nott quickly meets the eyes of his spread out crew, tapping his wand hand twice against his leg. He watches as the message is received, the five men ready themselves.
Draco speaks diplomatically, “With all due respect, Master Blackscale, the wizard we are hunting, Theo Nott, is a cold blooded murderer. He will not stop killing until he’s caught. As much as I appreciate Gringotts’ privacy policy, entry to Nott’s vault could give us the breakthrough we need to find him. Denying us the access to the information could delay finding him and also allow him to kill again unheeded. We are humbly asking for your help to stop more needless deaths at Nott’s hand. We are sure there are others helping him, possibly unmarked, Voldemort followers. He and those aiding him, need to be stopped. The most honorable house of Malfoy asks you to reconsider.”
Blackscale doesn’t have time to answer before they are attacked. Harry’s battle heightened instincts warn him of the attack. He throws up a quick shield, protecting Blackscale, Draco, and Neville from the spell. The three men quickly assume a battle stance, wands out.
Harry, Draco, and Neville are unable to them as three of the attackers aim spells at innocent bystanders. A goblin and several humans fall to the ground after being hit.
Draco and Neville immediately attack the six wizards; they recognize the fifth attacker’s wand as Theo Nott’s. There is no doubt that it is Nott behind the polyjuiced face.
Draco throws out an Anti-Disapparition Jinx, preventing the men from apparating away.
While his teammates distract the other wizards, Harry puts up a shield around himself and whispers “Sepentinas non forent.” Three Black Mambas appear before him. It is a spell he created himself, one that conjures up replica snakes. The snakes may not be real but the venom they inject is. He grins menacingly, Black Mambas are known not only for their extremely toxic venom but also their speed, aggressive temperament and deadly precision. With a quick flick of the elder wand, Harry marks each enemy with a heat marker. In parseltongue, he hisses to the snakes “Attack my enemiesss. Protect the innocssents at all cossstss. No mercsssy.” The snakes slither remarkably quickly toward the heat markers.
The closest man spots the snakes first with wild panic in his eyes. He knows the damage a controlled snake can do, having seen Voldemort kill men via snakes. Frozen in fear, Kolme can only watch helplessly as a snake slithers toward him. Adrenaline finally kicks in and he yells “Fiend—” But it is too late, the mamba has already struck him. The neurotoxin floods his body, paralyzing him.
Harry smiles wickedly at the bite. The man better pray that this fight ends quickly. If he doesn’t get anti-venom in about twenty minutes, he’ll be dead. There is a reason the Black Mamba’s bite has been called the kiss of death.
The people in Gringotts are panicking. Having been removed from the war with Voldemort, many of these witches and wizards have led charmed and peaceful lives. Instead of helping, the panicking of the civilians is putting them in harm’s way.
“Incarcerous!” yells Neville. Thick ropes wrap around one of the six men. “Stupefy!” He stuns the bound man. His battle mind chants: Two down, four to go.
In murderous rage and hate, Theo shouts “Avada Kedavra!” Draco hears the Killing Curse and deftly dodges it by centimeters. Nott screams in frustration; he wants Draco Malfoy DEAD! Like a maniac, Nott howls, “I will kill you Draco Malfoy! You hear me! YOU ARE DEAD!”
Draco twists and aims at the assailant, roaring “Sectumsemphra!” Hitting the polyjuiced Nott in the leg, blood immediately soaks his pants. He shoots a jelly legs curse at Nott, who gracelessly evades.
Harry quickly whispers, “Sepentina acciri.” A juvenile Death Adder from a nearby zoo is summoned to Harry’s open hand. Like the Black Mamba, this snake has potent and toxic venom. Hissing in parseltongue, Harry orders: “Protect the young onesss, Pretty One.” As the snake slithers away, Harry puts up a small protective shield around it. The easy spell will not drain either his magic or his attention while he fights. Canceling the shield around him, Harry enters the fight. He calls a fire whip, a nonverbal spell he learned from Dumbledore.
His victim shrieks as the fire whip wraps around his arm, burning through his robes and scorching his flesh. Harry yanks the whip back, jerking the man off balance. “Expelliarmus!” The man flies backward, slamming his head into the wall, knocking him out cold.
Nev mutters the Conjunctivitis Curse at one of the three attackers; Draco follows immediately with the Leg-Locker Curse.
Furious at being practically blinded and unable to move his legs, the man chants hatefully, “Crucio!” His wild attempts to find a target fail; the PACU members easily evade the curses. The man mutters “Finite incantation.” Able to move and see again, the man finds Nev and bellows “Avada Kedavra!” Neville’s martial arts training save him as he flips, Matrix style, out of the path of the Killing Curse. Angry at the close call, Harry roars a Deprimo spell. The fourth dies instantly from the hole blasted through his chest.
The two men left team up. One yells “Crucio!” hitting Nev, who collapses and jerks painfully under the curse. The other shouts “Confringo!” blasting the floor in front of Harry. The debris shoots up and cuts Harry’s face. He wipes away the blood that drips into his eyes.
“Confundo!” Draco yells, confusing the assailant. “Diffindo!” The man screams as his clothing is ripped, his flesh is torn and shredded. Dispassionately, Draco says “Stupefy!” And they are down to one.
Neville stands shakily besides Harry and Draco. The three men face the final assailant; they know it is Theo by his wand. “Give it up, Nott. You are outnumbered and outmatched. Surrender,” Draco states.
The polyjuiced face is overcome by hatred. “Never! I would rather die than surrender to you fucking blood traitors! Fiendfyre!” The huge flames are shaped like a snake, reminiscent of Voldemort’s dark mark. Harry, Nev, and Draco together form a shield that surrounds all the civilians, protecting them all from the inferno. Once established Harry is able to hold the powerful shield in place alone. “Aqua Eructo,” says Nev, calling a jet of water to shoot from the tip of his wand. Draco says, “Aguamenti,” a fountain of water flowing from his wand’s tip. Together, they fight down the Fiendfrye until the flames are extinguished. They look up but the spot where Nott had been is empty. He’s gone.
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