Edge Of Gravity

Author note-Sorry guys for the long wait but my chances to write have gotten slim over the last few weeks. I will try to come up with the next chapter faster but I can\'t make any promise. Thanks for sticking with me. Also thank you to my beta Larilee for everything she has done.

Age and moss had eaten away most of the moist taupe carpet, leaving bright orange holes of time to decorate the Ford Anglia floor. Only magic and vines kept the car together and the floor from falling out. The odor of dirt and rotting material, however, didn’t deter the witch and four wizards from piling into its stuffy interior, nor from them finding their places on the damp cushioned seats.

Fred and George both tried to cram themselves behind the wheel, each clutching the steering wheel with both hands. “Move the bloody thing,” Fred snarled, while George pressed the gas hard enough to make the pedal break off.

“Bloody Git,” George snapped, reaching to hit the remaining buttons. Most of them were either faded into obscurity or completely missing. He slammed his hand down on the panel, making the door slam shut. The door to the driver’s side slamming so hard it dented in, but the car still refused to budge.

Draco pushed his body deeper into the moist slightly green cushion, ignoring the way the door almost slammed on his leg. His wand clutched in his fingers, staring at the Dementors moving in a cloud of ebony cloaks. “Hermione?” he asked, never taking his eyes from the cloud.

Hermione stared out the windshield, spider webbed with hundreds of cracks. The blackness of the creatures engulfed their view making her clutch tighter to her wand, its wood cracking under the harsh grip. She looked at the young man beside her, his body shaking while clutching onto her arm weakly.

Harry’s glassy eyed stare didn’t see the Dementors closing in, their bony hands reaching out for the power they craved. His mind still too shadowed with the half-frozen image of Voldemort, his scar throbbing from the after effects of the dream. Forehead burning from his nails digging into his flesh, as his stomach did soft flips.

Draco leaned his body haphazardly out the window, his mind concentrated on protecting the young man in the backseat. “Expecto Patronum,” he growled, watching as three close moving Dementors screech away from the streak of silvery magic.

“Bloody hell,” Fred snarled, watching Draco out the corner of his eye. “The bloody thing won’t…”

The car jerked backwards, nearly making Draco fall out of the window. The Dementors moved faster, trying to close the gap between them and the Ford. It’s rusty turquoise rolled backward trying to gather speed, but the rocky forest grounds refused to allow the flatten tires to move quickly.

Draco ignored the way the trees branches slapped against his shoulder and arm as he fought off the closest floating creature. Their hands reaching for the windowless doors to get the car to jerk to a stop.

George frowned at the growl the car made, the grind of gears getting louder as the ominous cloud drew closer. The windshield glossed over with a thin layer of frost, causing more veins to pulse through the glass.

Fred clutched onto Draco’s leg, holding blonde from flipping out the window into the forest trees. Vines whacked at Draco’s shoulder, nearly making him tumble forward. Fred yanked the young man inside the car; the blonde supporting his arm to keep his wand pointing at the creatures.

Hermione tried to lean out the window to help Draco fighting the Dementors but Harry’s tightening grip kept her in place. Her hand starting to lose feeling from his grip, her bones aching from pressure. “Draco,” she breathed, watching as Fred yanked him into the car. His face scrunching up as his shoulder hit the cushion, his arm full of tiny cuts.

George hand slammed against the steering wheel, trying to get the car to move faster. The gears popped louder, the water in the dashboard freezing over. The disgusting remaining carpet froze over in hard slippery blocks. The motor growl had turned to a piercing screech, before finally it rolled to a frozen stop. Its gears completely frozen over, as the black cloaks surrounded them. Even the forest didn’t deter the creatures from trying to devour Harry’s power.

“Expecto Patronum!” Hermione screeched, seeing the Dementor reaching for Harry. The spell sputtered from her wand, falling short before it could toss the intruder. Her body began shaking violently from the cold, and the wash of bad memories gnawing at her power.

“Expecto Patronum!” Draco barked, thinking of Harry’s now slumped figure. The silvery white power shot out, but it wasn’t powerful enough to toss the Dementor from closing his hand around Harry’s arm.

“Expecto Patronum!” Fred and George screamed at the same moment, seeing the group of Dementors trying to yank Draco from the car’s inners.

Harry’s stomach released on the floor of the Ford, the contents seeped through the holey floor. His fingers ripping away the cushioned seat with the light floor, as a cold hand grabbed his arm. The screaming echoed through his head, knowing it was his Mother’s. It only lasted seconds before the hundred of other screams echoed even louder. His classmates, professors, friends--all dying in the raid. His eyes rolled back in his head. While his head demanded him unconscious, the new power refused.

The fresh power pulsed through him making the air around him burn with an odd ozone smell. He couldn’t hear anything but a buzz; his body feeling like it was going in a thousand different places at once before his body jerked backwards.

Draco frowned passed his slightly scorched hair at the twins grins, his eyes strobe from the magic that shot pasted his vision only seconds before. His eyes watered for several long seconds, blurring his vision of Harry. Wand pointed at the young man and Dementor.

Hermione screeched as a burning magic pulsed up her arm, down through her spine and making her head throb. A bright silvery glow burned through the rusty Ford Anglia, making the Dementors screech away.

A bright silvery light glowed for nearly a minute scattering the shadow creatures before Harry power finally relented. The glow dying from his body in a blink. His ebony hair glued to his forehead with sweat, the seat around him hot from the power.

Hermione prided the young man’s fingers from her arm, the burning sensations only subsiding when his skin left hers. A tingle left in it wake, along with a deep crimson bruise.

“Harry?” Draco squeaked, his eyes burning with the magic’s hot light.

“HARRY!” George cried, nearly jumping over the seat to see the motionless young man. His hand yanking away as an electric zing of power shocked him.

“He’s alive,” Fred breathed, staring at his small chest rising and falling.

“Let’s go,” Hermione whispered, her muscles aching from the magic. She slumped down in her seat, closing her eyes to block out the view of the car’s inners.

“Mum will be waiting.”