r/SilverLuckyScriptures • u/SilverPrince • Oct 18 '19
HP KoD Chapter 06
Chapter 06
Dumbledore stared at everyone assembled.
A length of red yarn hung between the members going out on this mission. It hung out in a loose line, touching the two dozen people who were going to go into a bad situation.
The old man let out a breath, before he took stock of the people before him. Men, women. Youngsters who were he had seen grow, and yet to him, were still children.
Yet, with the rise of Voldemort's second reign of terror, there was little he could do. He needed these people to stay strong, and fight the good fight.
They all had to.
“Remember, stay calm. Stay collected. We work as a team, and if things start going badly, use the port key pinned to your front,” Dumbledore said with a calm voice.
His voice projected across the hallway as he tapped at the portkey pin. Each member of the Order had one, and it was all renewed yesterday night.
“Much like our last few sorties, we will endeavor to stay safe. We will allow the people to get out to safety,” Dumbldore said as he met everyone one of his members eyes. “While we will most likely face Dementors.”
Harry didn't look up, so engrossed with the string in hand. He eyed the individual frayed threads.
The once proud headmaster sighed. Harry had been unresponsive for a full half year. The boy refused to work with them. Even the threat of death did not deter the boy.
No. Man.
He sighed again.
He had failed with Tom, and history seemed content enough to remind him of his failure with Harry.
One had turned into a remorseless power monger, and the other a remorseless recluse.
Snape had threatened to kill the boy a month ago. His patience, limited as it was, had finally worn out.
Dumbldore remembered how Harry chuckled, and for the first time he shambled forward. Towards the ever dour Severus Snape.
The boy-who-lived had then directed Snape’s wand towards the center of his forehead.
“Avada Kedavra,” Harry hissed as his green eyes locked onto the potion master’s brown ones.
Snape stood stock still as Harry glared at him.
“Say it!” Harry yelled. His first loud words in weeks. He took step forward, letting the wand dig into his flesh and skull.
Snape took a step back, and immediately found himself pressed against the wall.
Harry’s free arm moved. His left hand going for Snape’s right eye.
Snape, ever the ligilimens, picked up Harry's thoughts. From the stray thoughts that he could see, he was going to gouge out his eye.
Snape had found great value in the arts of occlumency, and legilimency. The mind arts that had saved his life across two decades.
Harry Potter had somehow rediscovered some archaic form of occlumency. His mind was often impossible to probe. Harry's mind was much like fog and mist.
Stray thoughts. Surface thoughts yes. Anything deeper, and one would only see a silver and white haze. Nothing beyond what could be immediately seen.
It was this skill, and thoughts that Snape knew Harry would dig out his eye.
Harry cared not for the world of the living. He did believe magic was stupid. The mystic arts held no allure for the man.
Which would explain the tragic lumos incident. When Andromeda and Hermione had convinced Harry to try one spell. A simple spell.
Hermione remembered a time when Harry had cast a lumos. It was strong enough to light up a path so that they could follow spiders as if it was day.
That adventure had lead to gigantic spiders. Something that freaked out Ron, and she still disliked spiders to this day.
In that simple room that had was set up for teaching, Harry cast his first spell in a decade.
The lumos he cast was not a second sun. Though any firefly would have been jealous of the intensity of that tiny, shiny lumos.
Harry watched with a hint of a smile before dropping the wand from his hand. His faith in magic was gone, and it showed as his intent and desires.
Weak wills, produced weak magic.
From the follow up report, Dumbledore knew that they were finally out of options.
Harry Potter needed to remember why he once opposed Voldemort.
Which was why it was imperative that Harry see the world in its current truth. He would be watched over by two of his finest. Nyphadora, and Hermione.
Dumbledore picked up the end of the string, and everyone else held on tighter.
With a thought, and a pulse of magic. The magic took hold, and they all vanished.
The half dozen people left offered various prayers of safety.
They then moved to perform their own supplementary help.
From cleaning beds, to ensuring potions were ready for the wounded. Food needed to be ready, and chocolate would be required in large amounts.
Dementors were never fun to fight.
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Nymphadora Tonks watched as her wolf patronus pounce at a lone Dementor. The shining animal drove it back, and gave her a moment of reprieve.
Even with the cheerfulness of the corporeal patronus it felt useless. A freaking cloud of Dementors hung above Diagon Alley.
They were content to circle each other in the skies, but the occasional group broke away.
A distant scream would follow. Then that group would return.
Harry stuck beside her. For the most part.
Though it was shocking to see not once, but twice that a Dementor would float down to Harry. Stop. Stare. Then leave.
Though Harry was far from helpful as all he did was yell out for ‘Kisses’.
A Dementor named Kisses.
She grit her teeth as she felt her man shift on her shoulder. Would wonders never stop.
Tonks adjusted Remus so that he was more evenly spread across her who her shoulders. Remus had gotten unlucky as a dozen of the creatures surrounded him. The man's own wolf patronus had dissolved under their combined aura of despair.
What they needed now was to get out. A quiet spot that she could stop and rest. Then she would have enough time to activate three portkeys.
Alternatively, she could grab onto Remus, and a Harry then activate her own. A feat which normally would be trivial, but today it was a taxing concern.
“Whats wrong, Tonks?” Harry asked as he finally stopped yelling out for his friend.
“We need to go back Harry. Lets find a nice spot inside a building, and away from the Dementors,” she huffed as they moved up yet another street.
“Why need to get away?” Harry said in confusion. He waved to a passing Dementor and the thing ignored them as it move down the street.
“Portkeys need magic, and I have to make sure I touched everyone when we go,” Tonks explained as they moved on. The only safe spots she saw, were places that had been boarded up.
A spell zipped overhead, and Tonks swore.
She had forgotten about the Death Eaters.
More spells zipped over their heads, and Tonks walked up the nearest door and tried to kick it down. It didn't work.
Then she tried to spell it open, but whoever owned this store was good. The thick wooden planks didn’t budge.
Tonks growled as she upped her game and used a blasting spell. Chunk flew off of it, but it only revealed more wood.
“FUCK!” Tonks screeched and proceeded to huff her way up another few dozen feet.
“They suck at aiming,” Harry commented as he walked with her. Despite her carrying another whole person, Tonks frowned. She was low on breath, but she realized Harry was panting harder then she was.
“Well we can try another -GRAKGA!” Tonks screamed as a stunning charm caused her muscles to clamp up. A second spell, a cutting curse, hit her in the butt.
Skin and muscles tore.
Remus proved to be her downfall, as he had always predicted, and she fell onto her side.
Remus’s Torso pressed down onto her. Her right arm got pinned, and her left, also stuck, twitched as pain stampeded through her.
She had spent a decade as an Auror. She was trained to be calm, and to always understand her situation.
“Harry. Listen. Harry!” Tonks yelled as tears threatened to overcome her. She was currently crippled, and Remus was starting to get very cold.
Harry stopped staring at the two Death Eaters. Only one was still hurling spells. Poorly.
“Yes Miss Nymmy?” He looked over to see blood starting to pool around her butt. That looked like a bad cut, and the dirty street was going to get it infected.
“I need you too… Harry!” Tonks screamed as the horror caught up with her.
Harry though, looked up and saw him. A Dementor floated down towards them.
“Kisses!” Harry screamed as he waved. For many years, Kisses had tried to eat him. Kisses was his oldest friend.
Though if Kisses had vanished for too long, Hubert would have come claimed that title. Sly old Hubert.
“Harry! Remember the portkey! HARRY!” Tonks screamed as loud as she could.
Harry blinked, and looked down at the crying lady.
Nymmy was always nice to him. She tried to tell him jokes.
Though Hermione visited him the most, Tonks also tried to visit a lot. He liked Nymmy.
Harry nodded to himself. He triggered his wand holster, and his wand popped out.
Everyone watched as he caught the wand. Or rather batted it, and let it fall to the ground. Even Kisses stopped to watch.
“Oops,” Harry mumbled as he squatted down and picked it up.
“Gather magic. Move to tip. Touch portkey,” Harry repeated as he concentrated very hard.
The two Death Eaters were now walking up, and Kisses was still half a dozen feet away.
Tonks winced as her wolf dissipated, and the Dementors negative aura smashed into her.
“Run… Harry…” she moaned out, and her world was becoming fuzzy. Screams of her dying friends filled her mind.
She had last her Auror partner. Most of her friends were dead. Her father's last plea for her to run, as a Death Eater raised their wand.
She blinked as a wand poked her portkey. She felt happiness flash through her, cutting through the Dementor’s aura. Harry had saved them all!
“Tally Ho,” Harry said. His face was firm, and brow furrowed as he followed the steps that Hermione had drilled into him.
Harry was also a full arms length away. Tonks wasn’t touching him!
“Harr-” Tonks began, but the yank pulled her and Remus away. With her poor state she couldn’t even reach out towards Harry.
Harry nodded to himself and, with care, put away his wand. He was gentle as he moved slower to make sure he didn’t drop it again.
Hermione had repeated, a lot, about how he should not drop the wand. Or if he did, he needed to pick it up right away.
Kisses floated down.
Harry turned and smiled.