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Chapter 5

Rescue

Lavender opened the door behind where the desk had been. The room was bare, except for two doors and the bodies hanging from the walls. Several men and women who appeared to be in their late teens and early twenties hung from leather straps on hooks driven into the walls. Their clothes hung in blood stained tatters; the vampire had been feeding on them. As Lavender approached, one of the girls opened her eyes and tried to scream, but all that came out was a weak squeak.

“Shh, shh,” Lavender said and brushed her hand down the girl's cheek. “He’s dead” — she smirked and rolled her eyes — “er, and I’m getting you out of here.” A quick flick of her wand, and the strap was cut. The girl crumpled into her arms. “Can you stand?” Lavender asked.

“I can fly if I have to,” the girl answered, in a German accent.

Lavender looked at her sternly. “Has he turned you?” she said in a low voice.

“Nein. He just uses us until we dry up, and then he kills us,” the girl said, and started to cry. “He told me I was to be next, he killed Marie just last week.”

Lavender drew the girl into a hug. “Well you don’t have to worry about that now,” she said quietly. “Help me get the others down.” One by one they quickly lowered the other four to the floor. “Rennervate,” she said, waving her wand over the weak figures lying on the carpet, bathing them in a red light.

They began to stir and then, when they saw Lavender, they backed away in fright.

“It’s alright,” the girl said to them. “She’s freeing us.”

Lavender addressed the group. “I have to find ‘the Master’. Do you think you can make it out of the house?”

They all nodded. One boy spoke up. “I think I can carry one if I need to.”

Lavender smiled. “Good. Go out through the office, down the stairs, and out of the compound as fast as you can.” She waved her wand at them, and their clothes repaired themselves. “Get in to Charix, and go the police. This place will probably be razed by then. Go on and tell them what happened, although you might want to skip the part about me, the vampire, and this Master fellow,” she said with a wink. “You’ll probably meet my husband on the way out. Tell him where I am, would you?”

“Be careful,” the girl she had freed first said. “He’s old, but he’s very powerful. They were all afraid of him, even the vampire.”

“Yes, well he’s never met someone like me,” Lavender said with a grin, and then she cocked her head to the side as the light of realization lit her face. “And she’s not here for me anyway.” She chuckled at the girl's puzzled look. “Get going.”

The teens half stumbled, half ran from the room, and Lavender turned to the other doors. One opened into a series of rooms that was obviously the vampire’s chambers, the other door opened into a short hallway. A few doors were on the side walls, but Lavender headed straight for the large double doors at the end. In there, that’s where he’ll be. She paused at the doors, dug into her bag, and brought out a small pouch. Alright, boys, let’s see how useful this is. Stepping to the side of the doors, she waved her wand at them and silently did the opening charm.

“Oh, do come in,” said a voice from the room. “You’ve caused such a commotion, killed my staff, scattered my inventory… killed my pet. I want to know who you are before I pay you back.”

Her senses were prickling as she crossed into what appeared to be a converted ballroom. The old stage was still in the far end, but this was obviously a wizard’s lair. Several tables were arranged willy-nilly about the room. A large cauldron sat on one, and next to it were dozens of bottles of variously colored liquids. Lavender quickly memorized the layout of the room, and slid along the wall to her left. The occupant of the room was still a mystery. She could smell him, but she couldn’t see him yet.

“Hmm, you’re different,” he said. “You have your wits about you, but you’re not on the potion.” She could detect more than a hint of northern European in his accent. “Not weak, mild, sick.” He had cast a charm so that his voice was coming from everywhere and nowhere. “Yes, I know who you are,” he said, his tone one of realization, and a hint of respect. “You’re Lavender Brown. I’ve been expecting you.”

Lavender risked speaking. “Have you?”

There was a laugh. “Oh, yes. I suspected that sooner or later my peculiar business might draw your attention. You do have a reputation, you know.”

They just can’t help themselves. Talk, talk, talk, when will these guys learn to shut the hell up? she thought. Alright, Master Ding, she smiled to herself, it’s the finding the hidden enemy exercise. She scanned the area of the room nearest her with all her senses.

“Oh come now, we can have a civilized conversation before I kill you.” His voice exuded confidence. “You can’t hide from me here.”

Nor you from me; “Finite Incantatem!” she cried, and swept the room with her wand. The dissolution charm rippled out of existence forty feet from where she stood, and an old man shimmered into visibility in the middle of the room. He looked surprised for a moment, and then he erected his shield. The stunning spell that she had followed the Finite charm with ricocheted off of it. Never stay still. Never move in a pattern. Never let your opponent know where you will be next, Master Po had taught her. She fired spell after spell, unrelenting, always on the move. He countered and attacked with a fervor that belied his obvious advanced age.

She could see a delighted grin on the old man’s face. “Excellent! I haven’t faced an opponent with this much skill in decades,” he said. He was Disapparating and re-Apparating around the room. Lavender tried but could not. “No, only I can Apparate here. Avada Kedavra!”

The green flash missed her by inches as she dove to the side. She tossed the package in her hand into the air and tagged it with a Reducto.

“Sauce for the goose,” she said, and the room was consumed in darkness.

“Interesting.” His voice sounded in the inky blackness. “What is this?”

Lavender didn’t answer. Silently she moved to the center of the room, and then levitated two tables and several chairs from their positions. In her mind's eye she could see the layout of the room perfectly, with the chairs and tables in their new position, and her standing on a chair in the middle of the room. The only thing missing was the location of the old man.

“Finite Incantatem,” he said. “Hmm, not a spell.”

No, try again, she thought.

“Tergeo!” he said. The darkness began to evaporate around her

“Geminio,” she countered, and the darkness reformed. Check.

“Clever. So it’s a dust of some kind. Well I’ll just…” And there it was, to her right and thirty feet away, the scrape of a table leg as he bumped against it.

“Incendio!” she shouted, and a column of fire leapt from her wand into the darkness.

“Argh, Bitch!”

“Peruvia Finite!” she said, and the darkness dispelled. Lavender was already in motion toward the place where she had heard him. As she bounded toward the man he attempted to Disapparate. “No you don’t,” she said, and she did something she had only done twice before. Her teeth sank deeply into the old man’s thigh.

His Disapparation failed and her momentum carried them across the room and into a wall. In the midst of it Lavender felt the curse flow from her into the man. It was part of the pleasure of the bite, the taste of human blood, the cries of pain, and the sensation of elation at passing the curse. All of this was why she reserved it for very special occasions. If Lavender bit it meant death. She had long ago made a vow that she would never make another werewolf. The impact against the wall threw him from her grasp and momentarily stunned her.

“You die NOW, werewolf,” the wizard screamed. “Electrium!”

Lightning struck from his wand, and danced around the room. Lavender dodged and wove as it jumped to and from every metal surface. She leapt and spun, cart wheeling and twisting, as three bolts only just missed her. The old man was on the floor trying to direct the lightning to her, but she was too fast for him. She was closing on his position when he got lucky. A bolt grazed her left side, and then another caught her across her chest. Her arms and legs stiffened and twitched, and she was thrown across the room to land in a heap on the shattered remains of one of the tables. Lavender had been ripped from her wolf form, and she lay naked among the splinters, but for her wand holster and the satchel around her shoulder.

A shock of pain shot through Seamus’s finger. The steady pulse remained but it was much fainter and slower. He started to run. The six young people that he encountered had told him Lavender was up the stairs he was now taking two at a time. He burst into the anteroom at the top of the stairs and dashed through it into the vampire’s office. The room was devastated. Bit of a fight, eh love? he thought, then he saw the what was left of her adversary. Smirking at the pile of dust inside the suit on the floor, he vaulted over the remnants of the desk and hurried through the door beyond.

The old wizard rose to his feet and hobbled toward the prostrate form of the beautiful, naked woman, lying amid the splinters. He pressed his hand to the wound on his thigh trying to staunch the flow of blood. “You will pay, oh how you will pay,” he said. “A quick death is out of the question now. I haven’t enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh for quite some time. You will beg for death, bitch.”

Lavender was floating on the edge of unconsciousness. Keep talking, moron. The pulse on her ring had quickened, and from the warmth she knew Seamus was nearly there. She opened her eyes and watched as the wounded old man approached. Her muscles didn’t seem to want to respond and she shuddered as she tried to move.

“No, you can’t,” he said. “The shock disrupts motor control, which gives me time for this. Crucio!”

More pain ripped through her, but Lavender had mastered pain years ago. This was a curse she could manage. The great masters had taught her more than just fighting techniques and battle strategy, they had taught her to master her own mind and body, and Luna had taught her the rest. She isolated her mind from the pain and became its casual observer. He released the curse. Lavender looked at him and began to laugh, weakly. He looked momentarily surprised

“What’s so funny, werewolf?”

“She’s not here for me,” Lavender said in a hoarse whisper, as she looked past him at the smiling woman in black, leaning against the wall. The warmth flowed from her ring. He’s here, she thought, and faded into unconsciousness.

Expelliarmus, Incarcerus, FERTILUS!” Seamus shouted as he entered the room.

The old man's wand flew from his hand; thick ropes wrapped around him, and a faint green glow surrounded him and soaked into his body. Seamus ran to Lavender's side.

“Lav, Lav, oh c’mon baby, don’t do this. Lav, you’ve got to stay with me. Lav!!!” he said, his voice choked. He gathered her in his arms and propped her head up so he could look at her. “Come on, love,”

Her eyes fluttered open and found him. “I wanted to get naked for you tonight,” she said, and coughed. “This isn’t how I imagined it though.”

“ Rennervate,” Seamus said, and waved his wand over her. “Where’s your healing potion? Never mind, I’ll use mine.” He dug in his satchel for a moment, and withdrew a flask.

“I hate the taste of that, Shay, it’s bloody awful,” Lavender told him in a small voice.

“And you're drinking this whole batch right now,” he said grimly. “Brutal being you, isn’t it?” He deftly popped the stopper from the flask with one hand.

“Arsehole,” she said

“Aye, I can be. You love me anyway, though,” he said, smiling. “Here you go.” He tipped the flask to her lips and watched as she reluctantly downed the potion. “Accio,” Seamus said. Lavender’s and the old man’s wands flew from the floor to his hand, and he turned to the man wrapped in ropes on the floor a few feet away. “Lower the wards,” he said in a low menacing voice

The old man laughed. “Why, Irishman? So you and your bitch can run off? Oh no, I want to watch her die. She took a hard shock. I’m surprised she survived at all, but it’ll get her soon. No potion will stave it off for long.” He laughed again.

Seamus’s voice approached a growl similar to his wife’s. “Lower the wards and I’ll make it quick. You’ll be dead long before her, I guarantee it.” Seamus’s expression was one of loathing and contempt. “You broke a very important rule: first you kill your adversary, and then you gloat, you eejit feck.”

“Aren’t you breaking that rule?” he asked.

Seamus gave a small snort. “No.” He hugged Lavender to him and stood. Sparring and training with his wife had sculpted Seamus Finnigan into nine stone of rock hard muscle, and he carried her with ease. “That little charm, curse in your case, Fertilus? Know it?”

The old man didn’t respond.

“Aye, you wouldn’t.” And Seamus was in full temper, his Irish accent thickening by the second. “You see, one o’ me best mates is Herbology professor at Hogwarts. Neville Longbottom, ever heard o’ him?”

The old man glared.

“No? Aye it’s a sad thing. You see, he’s always thinking up ways to make things grow better, faster; loves plants, me friend Neville.” Seamus turned so that Lavender could look down at the man. “One day, not so long ago, he thinks to himself, he thinks, ‘I could devise a charm that causes seeds to grow better,’ and so he did; came up with this little beauty. Works very well, it does. Only…well there’s this wee problem. You see one day he was casting it in his garden, and he accidentally caught a mouse in the field o’ the spell.”

The wizard on the floor gave a groan.

“Stomach not feeling so well?” Seamus asked. His face held a grim smile. “I’d expect not. You see the Fertilus charm makes the seeds germinate and grow at an astounding rate, and, well that poor little old mouse,” — Seamus locked eyes with the man — “he just kind o’ exploded.”

The old man's eyes grew wide.

“Aye, every seed in your gut has germinated, and it’s growing. You can feel it can’t you? By now you’re feeling the roots moving through you, things trying to find a way out.” He stepped back a pace. “What’d you have for breakfast then, hmm? Nice bowl o’ porridge? Seeded muffin? And lunch? And dinner?” Seamus barked out a coarse laugh, and then looked at the old wizard with grim fury. “I don’t take kindly to people trying to kill me wife. Everyone that’s tried is dead, and you’ll be no different.”

Lavender willed herself to stay conscious. She wanted to watch this. “I wanted you for myself, but life has its little disappointments. Goodbye,” she said hoarsely.

The man started retching and a thorny vine snaked from his mouth.

“Ooo, blackberry, now that’s got to be unpleasant,” Seamus said, liltingly. “You certain you don’t want me to end it now? A quick Sectumsempra and your head comes away from your shoulders neat as you please.”

The man thrashed on the floor and then lay still as his eyes flew open wide in pain and horror.

Seamus clicked his tongue. “Ah, too late,” he said.

A small sapling bust from the old wizard’s chest, and was followed by several stalks of corn. There was a terrible squishing sound as the roots of the rapidly growing tree ripped though the man’s torso. Wheat and barley plants sprouted from the gore that was his now exposed entrails. He looked with fury at Lavender and Seamus, then his head lolled to the side and he was gone.

Lavender was just barely conscious. She saw Thanata step forward from the shadows, and as she watched, the goddess changed. Her hair faded to blond and took on a slight wave, her black clothing evolved into a golden chain mail suit of armor, a helm of gold crowned her head, and a spear appeared in her hand. She bent and pulled a misty figure from the body on the floor, and then Lavender slipped into unconsciousness.

Seamus attempted Apparition. “Must be some physical wards,” he said. “Bet they're in this room.” He set Lavender at his feet and held his wand over his head. “Bombarda!!!” he shouted, and the roof was blasted into bits and blown from over their heads. He did the curse again, and again. The upper floor of the chateau was not so slowly being reduced to rubble, and fires were springing up all around them. At last, one of his curses connected to a tapestry on a far wall behind the stage, and Seamus felt the wards die.

“Hang on, Lav, we’re going.” He pressed the end of his wand to the coin on the chain around his neck. “Lavender hurt, going to Hogwarts,” he said, and then he pulled a small wrapped package from his satchel and set it on the floor. “Ten,” he said, pointing his wand at the package, and a small red ball of light shot from his wand into it. Seamus bent and gently gathered Lavender in his arms. She was fading in and out of consciousness as he turned on the spot, and with a loud snap they were gone.

Claude had stopped running and was standing on a ridge between Charix and the little valley where the chateau lay. He was looking back at the house trying to remember why he was running. Something was wrong and he knew he had to get home to Claire, but he couldn’t remember why, then a brilliant glow filled the sky. The chateau didn’t explode; it evaporated in a nearly soundless burst of heat and light. Claude was momentarily blinded, but as his vision returned he could see the outline of where the perimeter fence had been, and the smoldering remains of the guard shack. Of the chateau there was nothing. He turned, and ran the rest of the way home to his wife without looking back.
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