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Cousins (#1)	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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8:52 PM

James saw two wizards emerge from the office wing of the compound. Both were wearing dark suits with matching cloaks. They dashed towards him. James aimed his Glock and emptied his clip, but the split second he discharged his weapon, the two wizards suddenly changed direction; they were now running away from each other. James reached into his magazine pouch and retrieved the other clip of ammunition. By the time his pistol was loaded again, the wizards were again charging in his direction, but at a great distance apart. Oddly, they had their two wands pointed at each other.

James took aim at the wizard on the left, but as he did so, a loud grating roar seemed to rip the evening in half. From the tips of the two wands emerged what James gathered to be a long, swiftly-spinning, maelstrom of blades. The dead, brown grass between the wizards was being churned up and dissected. The whirring whip of the magic metal was creating a wind that beat viciously against James’ face. He figured he had only a couple seconds, so he took aim and fired. His first three rounds missed the left wizard, but the fourth found its mark. A red, illuminated ball burst before the wizard’s chest, and then he crumpled to the ground. The rank of shifting swords immediately dissolved. The remaining wizard looked over at his partner and was momentarily stunned. Then, with a malicious sneer, he aimed his wand at James.

“You piece of Muggle. . “

A bright green flash emanated from his wand, but James had taken cover and the killing curse missed. James peered up from the ground and saw the wizard’s attention was no longer focused on him. Morgan had entered the fray and was deflecting the wizard’s curses left and right. As an orange bolt shot past her shoulder, James saw her hit the ground hard on her stomach. He feared she was defeated, but then she began to precisely and rapidly flick her wand at the wizard. To James it looked like she was conducting a savage symphony. At each flick there was a sharp crack, and the wizard began to howl in agony. He lifted one of his feet and tried to massage his toes, even as they each, one by one, were being broken. After a series of cracks the wizard toppled over. Morgan jumped to her feet, and rent the air in front of the fallen wizard. His wand burst into flames as it lay helpless on the ground, and large, iron shackles exploded into existence and bound themselves mercilessly around the wizard’s arms, waist, and legs. Morgan observed James on the ground and began to walk towards him. As she neared, James could see upon her face the fading thunder of raw fury.

“Are you wounded?” Morgan asked roughly.

James shook his head and stood up.

“Nice wand work.”

Morgan blinked and turned her head in the direction of the other fallen henchman. She strode over to his prone body, and pointed her wand at him with her arm arched above her head. James, as brave as he considered himself, found the posture terrifying. A clanking metallic sound issued from the wand, and a large, silvery clamp shot forth and buried itself into the ground while pressing firmly and James did not doubt painfully against the wizard’s neck. Morgan looked at James.

“Pick up his wand and put it in your pocket.”

James did as he was instructed. He noticed that when he picked up the long, blond stick, a certain degree of warmth caressed his fingers.

“Can I keep it?”

Morgan was scanning the ranch with her wild, brown eyes.

“For now.”

James then heard a chorus of shrill whines coming from the top of the hill.

“The unicorns?”

Morgan swallowed. “They are agitated. Jesus! James! Get behind. .”

Before James could do anything, a rapid, unrelenting burst of gunfire erupted from the office wing of the compound. James dived into the dirt and looked up to see Morgan spinning her wand before her with blinding speed. The bullets were ricocheting off her shield charms and flying off into the sky. Her eyes were set in stone, staring at the form advancing from the office. Her skin was wet with sweat and fear. James instinctively pulled Morgan to the ground with him while the bullets zipped without pause over her head. He pushed his mouth against her ear and shouted.

“I don’t think he has our position yet. He must have fired off at least eight hundred rounds. No gun in existence can continue at that clip without reloading. What’s he. .”

“It’s not a gun!” Morgan was shouting back and James saw the sheer horror planted on his cousin’s face. “IT’S A WAND!”

James thought he felt his pupils dilate. He set his jaw firmly and fired towards the office his remaining four rounds. He quickly lowered his head as the bullets continued without cessation to hiss about his brain.

“We have to get out of here! Now!”

Morgan pointed her wand upwards and instantly there was an eruption of thick, gray smoke. She sprayed the air above them for a minute, and James was relieved to observe the smoke form a solid screen, even as hundreds and hundreds of bullets punctured its shape. Without exchanging words they stumbled upwards and dashed back towards the forest. They both fell among the first row of trees and watched the smoke slowly evaporate. Before it was completely dissipated, the gunfire suddenly stopped. James, even with the ringing in his ears, was sure not a single cricket was chirping. He felt beneath his legs warm shrapnel, and saw that many of the trees had strips of bark sheared off by the fusillade. Morgan was staring ahead and trying to control her breathing. James looked also and saw a man walking toward them down the gentle slope. He was silhouetted from the light behind him, but James was certain he was wearing a zoot suit. A swanky fedora was perched on his head, and he held his wand up as if it were a tommy gun that had just finished vomiting forth its life-shattering load.

“None of you mugs move. . .” The man began dispensing bullets into the space above his head. James was amazed to see the wand cast a bright muzzle flash. “Or it’s curtains for ya!” The wizard, after finishing this affected warning, began cackling. Morgan moved her head closer to James.

“I can make out the pen in the distance. I will engage Wedge while you circle around and free the unicorns. Make sure you give him a very wide berth. Got it?”

James nodded his assent. Morgan sniffled, wiped a spot of blood from her lip, and jumped up. Wedge yelped in delight and aimed his wand; the withering gunfire recommenced. Morgan swirled her wand around her body with what James concluded to be incredible proficiency, and the bullets again were deflected. Without further delay, James raced around the edge of the clearing and made his way to the pen at the top of the hill. When he looked back he saw Morgan and Wedge thrusting their wands at each other. At each attack there were audible blossoms of magical light. He hurried over to the pen and saw dancing above the high, steel fencing many cream-colored horns ending in sharp points. He pushed open the latch to the gate and stared inside. Before him, all milling about in exasperated boredom, were the unicorns. They were slightly smaller than horses, all of them white or a close approximation of it, and aside from their protruding horns and dreamy eyes, James was struck by the silvery sheen their mane and tail hairs produced. They didn’t pay James the slightest bit of attention.

“Come on, guys, get out of here!” James shouted frantically at the animals, but they continued to ignore him. James kicked the side of the pen and felt the captured wand in his pocket; it seemed to give him a poke in his thigh. Suddenly inspired, James shoved his way to the back of the pen and took the wand out of his pocket. He held it high and with great concentration imagined the unicorns exiting their cage.

Nothing happened.

“Hey!” he barked and gazed sternly around; in unison the unicorns all looked up at him. James would have laughed if the circumstances were different. The animals took in the raised wand, and James saw fear flood into their lofty eyes. At once they all cantered clumsily towards the exit and spilled out of the pen. James, acting the part of improvisational cowboy, began yipping at the beasts and prodding them forward. Once free of the compound the unicorns began to gallop in earnest, all keeping formation as they charged down the hill to the patch of woods.
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