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Chapter 7 All Good Things�

Harry lay in the common room of his
tent finishing his morning routine, push-ups while his mind spun with the work
ahead of him and his voice ran the count.

�Fifty�� he grunted while falling
to the floor breathing heavily. As was his custom since the beginning of the
summer he was only wearing his boxers and his sweet ran in rivers down each of
his sides. He rose slowly and took the clothes on the couch and dressed himself
for his morning run. He always liked to wine down his morning exercises with
his runs, it cleared his mind, allowed him to think clearer, and kept him in
shape. All good things.

He through his shirt on, running
shorts, and started putting on his sneakers thinking of the things they had got
done. Thanks to Fleur, who Harry always liked, he had made some in roads on a
few of his personal projects like the poisons and potion detectors and the Ward
Stone Matrix, his own personal creation. It was still along way to being
testable but she proved a lot of his theory was sound. It had been a busy
couple of days, and last night he and Bill had made the discovery that would
hopefully change how this war would end.

Harry walked out of the tent and
made his way out of Bill�s house deciding to take his run on the beach below
the cliff face off where the cottage sat. It only took him a few moments to
find his way down by a well-worn walkway from the cliff top to the beach below
to start his run.

What he was planning was stupid,
insane, and possibly the only thing that would work. The last thing he wanted
to do was lead more friends into harms way, but the fact remained that if he
went they would follow him regardless unless he cut himself off from them
completely. As much as he wanted to, he was not sure he could. What was the
phrase he heard a while back? Teens thought they where immortal, ten feet tall
and bullet proof.� Harry though, he felt
neither, he truly felt his mortality. As his heart beat increased with his run
he steadied his pace and evened his stride getting his pace. He discovered that
with proper breathing and a steady pace he felt like he could literality run
forever.

With each thump of his heart Harry
reveled in the feeling of his life�s blood pumping through him. Soon enough it
all would end, he didn�t fear death really. He was not exactly looking forward
to it but he did not fear it. It was almost a certainty it would come within
the next year, and if not the next for sure. It really wasn�t anything he could
put his finger on, just a feeling he had. In a way it felt like a head long
rush into his grave with each day that slipped by, and each day he felt he was
not doing enough. His night terrors where getting worse because of it and he
hadn�t slept a full night in longer than he could remember. The only thing he
was thankful for was that at least Riddle was not playing with his mind
anymore, no these where good old fashion nightmares. He�d take those over
Riddles visions any day.

Truth of the matter was he was
scared that because of the loyalty of his friends some of them where not going
to make it through this war. He had accepted his fate, but he worried for those
he cared for. The biggest problem was he couldn�t tell them they couldn�t
fight. His whole life was spent with everyone telling him what to do, how could
he possibly tell them they cant fight for their family, friends, loved ones? It
was what he was fighting for, how could he deny them the choice to fight after
how everyone treated him? His answer was he couldn�t, and it felt like a little
bit of him died with the knowledge. All he could do was prepare them the best
he could, surround them with trustworthy people, and when ever possible take
the hits himself.

When they where training in the
D.A. he noticed that everyone enjoyed the spirit de corps and with hope
being a precious commodity in these times he decided he would further that
ideal. However, with his estrangement with Dumbledore he had no intention of
continuing with that name. No, he had decided that instead he would follow in
the footsteps of his father and his legacy. They would call themselves the Marauders
Vanguard.

Up ahead he saw that the sandy
incline turned a bit rough and made the path ended. Harry picked up the pace.

He was running full pelt when he
reached the little cliff and took a running leap to dive off and transformed
into Cloud. He spread and pumped his wings gaining altitude sailing above the
waves and flew out along ocean taking in all things around him with his sharp
eyes. As he flew over the great waters spread out before him he banked in the
stiff breeze thinking of how things have gotten to where they where now.�

It was shortly before the beginning
of forth year that Sirius had caught up with him and shared the secrets he and
his father had uncovered to become an animagus. There where several ways to
become an animagus, specialized transfiguration rituals, potions, ect, all
ministry approved. However, none of them where within the grasp of pre N.E.W.T.
students. There was one way thought that was, and it was an old ritual used by
the Native Americans in the States, they where still using it today. His father
and Sirius had discovered references to it when they where researching it. It
was not a British Ministry approved method because it banked heavily on the
inner animal of the wizard to be unleashed and there where control issues with
the transformations during that first time as the egos of the wizard and animal
battled for dominance. Harry, with Sirius help had done the ritual that summer
and never regretted it. Also, like his father and Godfather, he never bothered
registering himself. It was one of the secrets that could save his life and he
never saw a reason to play fair when no one else was.

His form was a hawk, a Goshawk
actually. When he first transformed he was brown and tan but his feathers where
now a steel blue along his chest with a nice sky blue along his topside. He had
two characteristics, instead of a white stripe over his eyes as was common his
was jet-black, and his eyes where a dark emerald green. He preferred forests to
the open air, but he knew that was his form�s preference. He flapped his wings
several times and entered a soft glide circling the area looking about noticing
every rabbit, squirrel, and hare take to cover knowing he was about, but not
knowing he was not hunting. Them anyways.�

Harry helped Neville through his
transformation as well at the end of last year when they joined forces. After
they discovered Neville�s form and he won his inner war it came time for the
names and Harry outlined the Marauders ideal. Each named themselves as long as
it had something to do with their abilities, form, and had to be fun. Since
Harry was a flyer he chose his own name, Cloud. Neville chose Two-Mauls and
after a short wrestling match with his form, Harry never disagreed with his
decision. His paws where definitely Maul like, and felt like it.�

Tonks on the other hand chose not
to do the Ritual saying she had enough forms to be going on with. She playfully
stated she wanted to be known as Ripples, and neither of them could deny it was
typically Tonks in all regards. Like the original Marauders Harry felt it fit
all the criteria, it was playful, had something to do with her abilities, and
was definitely Tonks.

He dove skimming the waters by
inches for a just a bit before he opened his wings and rode the current higher
before he began his next pass.

He reached out with his claws while
he skimmed the waters and after a quick dive and catch, rose to the cliff face
with the first fish for his lunch later. After dropping it at the tops he made
a few more passes catching a few others before he felt he had enough for
everyone if they wanted it. Once he settled on the top of the cliff he
transformed back doing some stretches before he allowed himself to sit and
relax to calm his breathing and come down from his work out. Flying looked easy
but it could ware you out if you did it a lot or flew for long distances.

While he was resting his thoughts
drifted once again to the Vanguard. He was willing to bet that Fred and George
would go in, Bill and Fleur where already in. Hermione was almost a certain and
he could possibly bring in Susan and Luna. His problems came with Ginny and
Ron. He knew Ron better than most and there where several things against him.
His jealousy, laziness, and bigotry where the main keys. He let out a sigh, it
was always painful when you allowed yourself to see the truth of things but
there it was, no help for it. However, he was not sure he could exclude him
with him and Hermione finally making a go of their relationship. It was something
to think about.

Then there was Ginny and here Harry
was puzzled. Last year during the D.A. she did well magical and at the Ministry
she did all right but other than that he did not know much about her. Hopefully
Tonks was wrong and she was not still harboring a crush on him.� He hoped to never use any of them in active
battle roles anyways so maybe it would be all right. His sole intention was for
everyone to learn to defend themselves, have a secret animal form that only
they knew about, and a support structure of people willing to watch each
other�s backs. Maybe it would be fine then, he only intended for himself to
fight from now on, this was a �just in case thing�. Hopefully. If he was honest
with himself he was still not sure what he was going to do with this, he just
knew that they needed every advantage they could get to survive.�

Harry picked up his catches and
started making his way toward the cottage his mind still turning over his
thoughts. Regardless he had nine, maybe ten watches to work schemes into and
that many earrings to design. Not to mention the potions to brew for their
rituals for their forms. As he entered the house heading for the stairs he
wondered if any of the old D.A. might want to continue under the new guise. It
was something to think about, right now he needed to get caught up with what he
had, maybe after he talked to Hermione she could help him work out all the
details. Planning was never his forte.

As soon as he entered the tent
Hedwig flew from her perch and landed on is shoulder.� Harry took a moment to rub the side of her face before he started
cleaning the fish and prepping them for a slow cook over the coals in the
fireplace. Occasionally he handed her some of his fish which she nibbled from
his fingers before nudging his head with hers to show her appreciation. After a
few moments Hedwig flew to her perch while Harry wrapped the fish in foil and
laid them close to the coals. After that he through one of his robes on and she
flew back to his shoulder as he walked into his workroom.

He took a magnifying eyepiece from
another drawer which had a head strap to keep it in place and adjusted it to
fit. Closing one eye he started looking at the minute runes. This current one
was for a poison detector and/or potion detector. He had heard from the Twins
last year that they had some problems with minor love and lust potions and
Harry never wanted to find himself in that position. He was also not sure if
the Headmaster would not stoop to such levels to control him, at this point he
was not taking anything for granted.�

�Hedwig, would you get me the small
etcher from the self please?� he felt his owl launch herself away while he
examined the small crystal in his hands. He still needed to lay all the
identification runes on each facet. Later he could take samples and apply them
to each rune so each rune would be able to identify the properties of the
poison or potion. In a way it was a variant of his earring, but instead of dark
energies, he was looking for similar compositions of the potion or poison. It
was still untested but that was what this was all about. He felt Hedwig settle
on his shoulder and held up his hand without looking retrieving the tool from
her beak and began etching the runes carefully.

�Thanks girl.��

He felt her nibble on his ear while
he worked. Harry smiled; Hagrid certainly did not do him any harm when he chose
Hedwig for him. He swore she was smarter than he was and they had grown very
close this summer. She always helped him with his runes.�

As always he lost track of time
while he was working the difficult identification runes until he heard Hedwig
hoot softly. Harry paused a moment to listen to the old clock toll the hour and
realized he had been doing this for far longer than he should have. He removed
the eyepiece to rub his eyes and stretch. He turned to look at his owl to
notice she was looking at him with concern.

�It�s alright girl, just have a lot
on my plate you know?�� She blinked at
him, which made him smile.

He rose stiffly to check on the
fish and found them done. After a moment to carefully pull them from the dieing
fire and set them on the table to prepare the rest of his lunch, his mind once
again going over the discoveries he and Bill had come to. If it paned out, and
it would be months before they knew for sure, it explained a lot of strange
things. Everything but the power the Dark Lord knows not�he had yet to come up
with that and he was damn sure it had nothing to do with love.�

He needed to get out of here for a
while, for the last few days he had been cooped up here at Shell Cottage
working on one project after another trying to get them all done.� It was the longest he had been anywhere
since he started going on the run.�
Hearing the sounds of bare feet he looked up from his plate and noticed
Dobby, dressed like a butler with Harry�s house shield on his right breast,
striating up a few things he had left about and shook his head.� Hermione was going to kill him when she
found out, unless he somehow got her to listen to him before the hexes started
flying.�

He made Dobby a plate and placed it
at the table while he continued to eat at the island. Dobby did not sit down to
eat until he was sure that all the little things out of place where back where he
considered them to be their rightful places. At least he was able to talk him
into wearing a uniform instead of that damn towel. Bonded though he was, Harry
was not going to have him denied his clothes, though it took a while to get it
all sorted out.

He sighed, he did have to admit,
there was far more to the little guys than he first believed.� He just hoped Hermione would listen to him
when he tried to tell her.

Too much was going on, too much for
him to handle alone.� Harry looked at
the clock thinking.� If he drove strait
on he should be able to make Luna�s by six. It would be a day early but he
needed out now, he was going nutters trying to do everything himself like
this.� It was just too much, besides,
Luna was always great to be around when things got tough.� She just had a way of making everything not
seem as bad as it was. He thought for a moment of going to Hermione�s but
decided against it. The last few times he went to her house she was never there
so she would most likely not be there this time either.�

Nodding his head he told Dobby he
was going to pack the tent and be on the road for a while.� He cringed when he replied with, �Of course
Master Harry, Dobby will be here.�� No
matter what he said he still could not get him to stop calling him that. He
changed into his road wear thinking that at least Winky was not about to get a
double dose, he still was not sure how he let Dobby talk him into bonding with
both of them but could not deny they both looked a lot better for it,
especially Winky.� She had stopped
drinking and even if she had to wear a blouse and skirt uniform she was by far
happier than he had ever seen her. Hermione would just have to deal with the
situation, especially since he had to. She would understand once he told her the
history Dobby did about House-Elves.

xxxxxx

Harry through his leg over the bike
and took a look around the park.� It was
nice, several picnic areas and benches.�
Well maintained lawns and most of the trees where of great size giving
shade from the scorching sun on this hot day.�
His eyes rose from the parkland to the tree branches looking for his
guide and found her after a moment.� She
was looking at him then looked down below her.�
There sitting on a bench reading what looked like a small novel was the
person he was to meet here.� He couldn�t
help but chuckle at her.

Amelia Bones kept her hair in the
tight bun as was her custom from the two times he personally saw her but it was
her manner of dress that made him laugh.�
She was dressed in a nice summer dress that he was pretty sure was
popular back in the thirties but was incredibly out of place here in the park
full of the non-gifted.� She drew quite
a few looks, some appreciative, some baffled.�
Harry shook his head; he had yet to meet more than handful of wizards or
witches that could go unnoticed in the normal world.� It seemed Amelia was no exception to this.� Though, he drew a few looks himself in his
Wizard Punk look.

Her summer dress was white with
little blue flower print spread through the garment.� He noticed that had this been the thirties, she would have
blended in nicely, however since most of the women around where dressed in
tight shirts and shorts she stood out like a sore thumb, he did too but the
glances sent his way where more disapproving than odd.� Still, he was use to it having spent most of
his time like this all summer.� He took
one more look up at Hedwig before he sat opposite of her holding out a small
brown bag.� She looked up surprised
taking in his appearance raising an eyebrow.

�Lemon Drop?�� His felt the smile on his face widen when
she snorted at him.�

�Are you serious? I thought that
was Albus�s line.�

Harry chuckled. �I keep them on
hand to just get a rise out of people. Next time I see Riddle, I am going to
offer him one. The look on his face would make a great poster.� Still chuckling
Harry took in her appearance again shaking his head. �I love how most wizards
and witches try and dress like the mundane. Family vault?�

A slight smile tried to tug at the
edge of her mouth. �Storage actually. And what pray tell is wrong with my
dress? I have always like this one.�

�Nothing really, you look like you
stepped out of an old black and white. If this were an old black and white, you
would have blended in well, invisibly.� Look
around though, most people here dress more�modern I guess. Still, it is better
than this one wizard at the World Cup who came in a woman�s night gown.�

She laughed, Harry for a moment was
actually stunned for a moment that he got her to laugh. Like McGonagall, she
had a stern aura about her that made him think out right laughter might have
been impossible. It made him smile.

�Yes we know about Archie Simmons.
Since then he has taken to wearing them even in Wizarding areas.�� It took a moment for them to stop chuckling.

Shaking his head, Harry asked,
�How�s Susan�s Mum?�

Amelia kept her smile. �Well, she
was discharged yesterday and given a clean bill of health.� It was just a mess working the dark stunner
out but she is good now. She and Susan wanted me to tell you thank you, and I
would like to thank you as well. My niece means a lot to me.�

He nodded. �It was my pleasure to
help out. Ever find out why they attacked you?�

He watched as her face took on a
stern look. �A combination of wanting the Bones Fortune and me eliminated.
Fudge won�t be a minister for much longer if I have any say and though I am not
particularly interested in the position for myself it is possible for me to be
nominated.�

�Madam Longbottom mentioned you
would do well.� Then again, compared to
Fudge, it�s hard to do the job wrong.�

She gave him a single nod at his
comment. �Why don�t we get to the meat as it were. You wanted to meet to go
over some thing�s?� Her tone was all business.

Harry nodded adopting a stern
expression of his own. �Several.� First
thing, I am pretty sure you wont tell me anything but I would like to know what
the Ministry is trying to do to stop Riddle and his merry band of psychopaths.� Second, I was emancipated and am pretty sure
that Dumbledore will have it buried and I was wondering if you would look into
it.� Third,� Here Harry pulled out a
packet of papers in a vanilla envelope handing them to her. �I would like these
things looked into and hopefully some answers gained. Quietly if it can be
done. If my suspicions are correct I don�t want anyone to know but me in case I
need them to hold over his head.�

Amelia nodded taking the packet.
�After you saved Susan, I will see what I can do. As to the Ministry, you�re
right, I can�t say anything as far as what they are doing. I would like to but
it could comprise security.� He nodded; he didn�t think she would tell him
anything but at least it was for the right reasons. �I will say we are not
doing everything I would like to, but we are trying within certain limitations.
As to your emancipation I will see what I can do if it was buried.�

Harry opened his mouth to reply but
stopped. He felt a hard thump through his boots.� Looking around he took notice that others where also looking
around having felt it as well.� It was
then he heard the booming crash. Far down through the park at the edges of the
roadway he noticed a mob of people appearing to be panicking running about all
over.� His suspicions where confirmed
when he saw the Dark Mark race into the sky and ignite becoming the symbol that
most in the magical world feared.

Pulling his wand he vaguely heard
Amelia rise beside him. �Go Madam Bones, get out of here!� He took off for his
bike.

�And what the Hell do you think you
are going to do Potter!�

Harry looked over his shoulder with
a wild smirk on his face and shouted, �What else would I do? Throw myself
recklessly into battle with little thought of personal safety! Bring backup
quick though, I usually need SOMEONE to save my arse when it gets going!�

With a small jump he leaped onto
the back of his bike and slammed the throttle back, the magic in the motorcycle
sensing its riders need immediately roared to life throwing flames from the
tail pipe and smoke from the tire as it began spinning rapidly. It only took a
moment before he found himself barreling head down the road at breakneck speeds
into the fray.

xxxxxx

�Hmmm.� A slim pale hand pulled
long wheat colored hair from the side of her face to behind her ear. With her
head slightly cocked to one side she listened. Somewhere close something was
emitting a loud roar, and it was getting louder. Luna frowned.

�Curious�� She had only just
finished bathing and dressing when she first heard the noise. Barefoot she
walked down the spiral stair case that ran through the center of the old tower
putting the noise out of her mind for just a moment so she could think of other
matters, dinner. That was until she reached the ground floor and heard the roar
rise and drop quickly seeming from just outside several times. Curiosity
reacquired she walked to the door opening it to look out into the front. What
she saw was not what she expected.

Sitting out front of her home was
some sort of two-wheeled thing. She was pretty sure it was something muggle
except for the eye like thing in front flashing on and off franticly. It wasn�t
until her eyes moved to what was draped over it that she realized someone was
draped over it.

�O Dear�� She rushed forward to the
thing and to the person who was unconscious on it. The jacket was dragon scale,
though she did not recognize the style, it was however badly damaged. Once she
was next to the thing she realized the person was male despite the long hair in
a bloody braid. He had a nasty wound to the side of his head, blood was running
down his arms and the thing he was on was soaked in it. She was looking at his
face when she realized she knew this person and felt as if the blood that was
all over him was her own, it was Harry.

With a flick of her wand his body
floated beside her as she rushed him into the house. As gently and quickly as
she could she laid him on the couch in her sitting room and began to take off
his clothes to get a better idea of his injuries. She was no healer but most of
his wounds appeared to be minor, he just seemed to have a great many of them.
Once the jacket was off she removed his shirt and started on his trousers to
get access to those on his legs. He was soaked in addition to his injuries and
smelled of salt making her wonder what had happened to him. It could be almost
anything considering his tendency to get into trouble. Her eyes took on a
cloudy, dreamy look as she looked into his aura that surrounding him, it was
not the strong vibrant one she had seen flare to life on the train, it was
barley visible at all. Worse, she couldn�t feel him.

It took several hours to seal the
many cuts on his body and remove all the various bits of metal, stone, and wood
splinters that had somehow found their way into his flesh. His body was more
black and blue than fair from only he knew what. The worse was the injuries to
his back and sides but thankfully the jacket seemed to protect him a great
deal. His legs took the worst from the bits of things. She tried several
warming charms and wrapped him in blankets once she had him cleaned of all the
blood to fight the cold that had him shaking. At least, she hoped it was the
cold, she really had no idea how much blood he lost and did not know how to
brew blood replenishing potions, they where due to cover them this year, not
that it would help him at the moment.

The side of his face looked horrid
and the swelling was starting. She was just wondering if he could possibly need
more medical attention than she could provide. St. Mungo�s would have been best
but would he be safer there or here on his own? She did not know and felt the
indecision of what to do.

Half the city was inflames now
and it had only been about ten minuets. Ten minuets of him driving at neck
break speeds. There where about half a dozen Death Eaters on brooms behind him
throwing curses at him as he ducked and wove his way through balls of fire,
electrical discharges, wreckage and the dead. It was the worst battle he had
ever been in and really set home in his mind like a hot spike just how little
they cared for the life of others. The Giants they set lose on the city seemed
to not care about him, only destroying as much property as they could. The
broom riders though, they seemed pretty determined to kill him for their
master.

He jerked on the wheel and leaned into the impossibly
sharp turn almost seemingly to run his body parallel with the road as he
cranked on the throttle. He seemed to turn on a dime and shot down the new road
that hopefully lead out of town, he was hopelessly out matched here and the best
he could do was to lead them on a merry chase. If they where trying to kill him
they weren�t killing others, though it made some of these maneuvers really
tricky. He grunted when he felt barbs of something shred into his right side
from an explosion, worry about it later.

A quick look behind him showed that they where
unpracticed on brooms, not one would ever make a house team, though they
handled them well enough, just not enough for his dare devil tactics. Still,
they where getting way to close for his comfort. He needed to get this out of
the city and hopeful somewhere he could deal with them or at least whittle down
their numbers. Two near misses caused the street to either side of him to
erupted upward almost causing him to lose control of the bike making him wonder
if his saving people thing was really worth it after all.

She heard the frantic flapping of wings. Looking up from
vigil of watching Harry Luna saw Hedwig fly in through and upper window and practically
dive-bomb her wizard. She looked at her with her large eyes and hooted
mournfully from the back of the couch where he rested as she took her own
vigil. Her feathers where ruffled with a great many where bent and some of her
plumage was blood soaked. Concerned Luna began trying to smooth them out
looking to see if the loyal owl was hurt when she realized the blood was not
hers. Her theory was supported by the look of her talons, which were stained
red.

Humming a soothing tune she took
the rag she used to clean Harry�s wounds. She began trying to groom Hedwig who
surprisingly did not fight her but continued to watch Harry. It was odd to find
an owl with such devotion as she seemed to display toward her owner but
considering it was Harry, she mused it would be considered normal. Her eyes
drifted back to Harry wondering what had happened to them and wishing Hedwig
could tell her.

In the side mirror he caught a
glimpse of one of the riders behind him lining up a shot. He had very little
room to maneuver on this street. Several of the cars that where parked
alongside where burning from hexes or curses sent down it from the Death
Eaters. It was looking bad for him. He chanced a second look while he plotted
his next move hoping for a miracle.

Seemingly from nowhere he heard
a screech break the noise of burring vehicles, the roar of his engine, and the
shouts of his pursuers. The Death Eater who had a shot on him was the first to
discover what it was, Hedwig.

His snowy owl dove like some
kind of deranged feathered demon, talons first right into the side of the Death
Eaters head flapping and scratching away like mad. Her efforts where rewarded
only moments after her attack when the he lost control and ended up diving head
first into light pole silencing his outbursts with a sickening crunch.

�Hedwig One, Death Eaters Zero.� He thought as he pulled
harder on throttle only taking a moment to send a quick stupefy over his
shoulder with is left hand. It missed like all of his shots so far but its
scattered the remaining riders for a moment allowing him to make his next turn
which hopefully would see him out of the city and into areas with less people
and give Hedwig a moment to disappear into the city. As he made his turn he
realized the error of his judgment�

The sounds of moaning seemed to
shock her awake. She was not even aware of falling asleep but looking around
she noticed it was evening going on full nightfall. Blinking away the fudge of
sleep she moved from the chair she was in to the ground next to Harry. He was
sweaty from fever and his skin was very warm to touch. As quick as she could
she rushed into the kitchen to fill a bowl with clean water and grab a clean
rag to try and cool him.

The extent of his injuries hit her
again when she pulled off the blankets to apply the cool washcloth to him. His
bare chest was badly bruised and two of his ribs felt odd. Being very careful
she slowly ran the cool cloth over him. He led a far harsher life than I
ever guessed. These scars are old and no story of him in Hogwarts really
account for them. Her clear crystal blue eyes looked sadly into this
fevered face. Why? Why do these things happen to you? What happened to you
Harry? His moaning continued softly as she tried to cool him lost in her
own thoughts. He was afraid of something, she could feel it now, of what she
did not know, worse his aura was doing something she had never seen before.
Instead of radiating from his body as was normal it was spiking from him at odd
angles, seemingly random shots here and there. Also she had never known anyone
who�s aura changed color as much as his did. She had noticed seven different
auras, sometimes they mingled, mostly they didn�t. She allowed her eyes to
focus clear, hopefully whatever was affecting his aura was not also affecting
his body or mind.

He barley shot between the
giants legs when he took a step to crush him. He could feel his heart pounding
within his chest from the close brush while he fought to keep control of the
vehicle. Order members finally arrived along with half the ministry�s Aurors
but giants where almost impossible to stop. Up ahead was a small opening in the
fallen buildings; he slammed the throttle back making for it. He had already
taken a few cutting and bludgeoning curses to his sides and back, he would most
likely have died by now if not for the jacket from Sirius. Taking a moment to
look behind him he noticed he still had three of those damn broom riders
dogging his tracks. He really needed to get out of here.

`Swerving to avoid a burring
dumpster he shot through the gap and into the open finally. Directly head of
him he could see the burning remnants of the park. With a little luck he might
be able to hit the highway soon. Flying through the burring tree�s he avoided
by a hairs breath a few of the residences that had survived the last twenty
minuets, someone who looked like a bloody Kingsley helping them, and� a great many curses. Those flying Death
Eaters where being really persistent.�
He was starting to feel a bit light headed. It was time to leave. It
only took him a few more moments and thanks to a few burning buildings he made
it out of town without the warring sides seeing which way he went. Once again
he gave the bike all the gas she could take and rocketed the hell out of here.
Looking over his shoulder he did not see any riders on brooms or anyone
following him. Just to be sure he thought he would take a detour before he
headed out to Luna�s. No need to bring the bad guys there.

Harry seemed to calm down quite a
bit once she started sitting next to him. She was not sure but with the slight
smile on his face she wondered if he might not have been able to sense her
here. She started humming and stroking his hair as her mother had once done for
her when she was sick and he seemed to calm down quite a bit though he was
still pretty feverish. She looked over him again, other than a few weak ribs
she could not feel any broken bones in his arms and legs. He was just badly
bruised and weak.

Still undecided and hoping she was
not making a mistake she laid down beside him stroking his brow and humming.
Feverish or not she always felt better when her mother would lay with her when
she was sick. Hopefully he would wake soon. She knew he needed something to
eat, she could make him a soup, but unless he was awake it would do no good.
Another magic she did not know but knew of was the healers charm that allows
sleeping patients to eat but remain asleep. Sighing she could only hope he
would wake soon.

�COME ON!!!!� He allowed his
eyes to look down to his gauges and realized that he was going a lot faster
than he thought he was. In his side mirrors Harry could see one Death Eater
trying to rain curses down on him. Some of the other motorists where getting
flack from the expositions creating all kind of havoc on the roadway. He had no
idea how they found him but they did about three minuets ago as he was arrived
in this town. His heart started pounding worse as he realized what was ahead, a
traffic jam.

He cut the wheel hard shifting his
weight to throw the bike into a controlled slide, tearing away at the throttle
the whole time. Just to his right was a bridge and if he was quick enough he
could make it across and lose them amongst the tall buildings. The loud roar of
the engine assaults his ears along with the screams of the people around him
and the sound of his tires. The smell of burnt rubber and blood hits his nose
as he does everything he can to hold the bike in the slide and catapult him
down the road and over the bridge, it�s a close thing. His arms felt leaden and
he was tired. Still, he managed to just pull it off, though he was not sure if
it was him or if the bike decided it wanted to. Either way, he wasn�t going to
complain. He made for the safety he hoped would be reached across the way.

Looking over his shoulder he did
not see the Death Eater that was hounding him. He was just starting to think he
was going to get away when the bridge gave a great lurch. He felt panic
starting to grip him as he realized this was all a set up, they wanted him on
the bridge. Great sounds of snapping steel sounded all around him but nothing
prepared him for what he saw ahead of him.

He could feel his eyes widen
though his vision narrowed to just ahead of him. Time slowed down to a crawl as
he watched the bridge seem to twist about before the segment of road he was on
lurched upward, and the segment in front of him started to drop. All the cars
and people to either side of him slowly started to slide forward, with his
speed though there was no stopping him. As the gap widened his vision was
filled with the dark blue cold waters below and his ears rang with the screams
of those around him and the splashing of debris falling into the river below.
There was really only one thing he could say as the situation really came home
to him.

�Bloody Hell��

�CLOUD!� The sound was coming from
Harry�s watch. Strange, �Come on Harry�� The voice was female though she did
not recognize it. She moved from Harry�s side and picked it up before climbing
back onto the couch with him. His fever seemed to have calmed down a bit which
pleased her.

�Um, hello?� It was obviously
magical, maybe it was a friend of Harry�s who knew what happened. The other
voice was quite for a moment and Luna turned the watch around wondering if she
had to do something to make it work, what, she really had no idea.

�Who are you and where is Cloud?�
The voice was very stern.

�Hmm, I suppose who you are is a
better question actually. Are you a friend of Harry?� The voice was coming from
the face of the watch so she laid there looking at that. The voice was quite a
moment again.

�Where is he? Is he hurt?� She
could hear a different voice in the background. It sounded male though it was
garbled and she did not recognize it either.

�We seem to be not be answering
each others questions. It might be advisable for us to do so considering we
both want to know things. I am a friend of Harry, he is here with me. Who are
you?� She looked at Harry noticing how pale he was.

�Ripples. Is Harry okay? Is he
injured? We have been looking everywhere for him for the last few hours.� Luna
looked back to the watch, the voice called Ripples was panicky. She frowned
again, whatever happened to Harry must have been pretty bad.

�I am not a healer and only know a
little bit. He had a lot of cuts and is pretty badly bruised all over.
Currently he is asleep and very pale, I was thinking of floo�ing him to St.
Mungo�s though I don�t know if I should. Harry has a lot of enemy�s and I don�t
know where they are or if they could reach him there.�

�You haven�t tried to give him a
blood replenishing potion have you?� The male in the background shouted. She
knew that voice.

�Neville?�

It was silent for a long moment
before she heard him more clearly. �LUNA?�

�Hello Neville. No, I don�t know
how to brew them but he lost a lot of blood and might need one or two. Can you
make them or should I take him to St. Mungos?�

�NO! Do not take him to St. Mungos.
Harry should have a few potions in his jacket. Look in the inner pockets and
look for a special vial. He said he would label the special blood potions for
him.� It only took her a few moments to find them and feed them to him. She
noticed his color improve almost immediately which brought a smile to her face.
She also noticed that he had several others that where broken in his pocket and
wondered if the blood she cleaned was his or the potions. Hopefully the
potions.

She heard the Ripples woman start
talking again once she was done. �Did anyone see Harry arrive where ever you
are?�

�Not that I know of, I was alone
when he arrived and Daddy wont be back until the end of the month.� She
replied.

�Okay, keep that watch on you and
we will contact you after a bit when it�s safe to move him.�

�Sure.�

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