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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
50
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2,173
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4
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The Avalanche
Chapter 39- The Avalanche
“Shit!” said Blaise and Kingsley in unison as Severus appeared in the middle of the Weasleys’ garden.
“SHIELDS! NOW!” cried Caitlyn, immediately erecting a huge Force Field shield as several Order members hurled hexes and jinxes at the unconscious man lying behind them. The shields rang loudly as spell after spell was absorbed.
“EVERYONE JUST CALM DOWN!” shouted Kingsley. The spells stopped, some of the wands shifting from Severus to Kingsley’s chest. He held his hands up in front of him and took a deep breath.
“Mr. and Mrs. Granger,” he said calmly to the couple staring in shock at the rest of group. “We will have someone escort you home immediately. There is Order business to attend to, and the security here is not exactly airtight.”
“I’ll take them home,” said Moody. He waved his hand towards the path as a stunned Dan and Julia Granger walked down the dirt lane. A tense silence descended over the garden.
“I’ll just go pack up some food for them,” said Felicity Parkinson. She held up the skirts of her robes and hurried towards the house.
“What in the hell is going on?” said Tonks incredulously as Molly and Minerva pushed past everyone to get to Harry and Severus.
“It’s an incredibly long story,” said Kingsley, running his hand over his cold head as he gazed down at his friend on the ground. “I think it’s time to hold a general session. Professor?”
“Yes,” said Minerva distractedly, watching as her Diagnostic spell turned red around Severus’s wrists and ankles. “I need to get these boys to Headquarters and fast. I can’t heal them here.”
“Kids, you’d better get home,” said Kingsley as Minerva looked around for possible objects to use for a portkey. “We can’t get you all into the Headquarters right now.”
“That’s fine,” said Blaise. He looked intensely at Neville, who nodded.
“Hey Fred? George?” said Neville.
“Yeah,” said Fred. “We’re coming. Everyone apparate to the side door of the shop.”
“I’ll go with Harry and Severus,” said Ginny softly. George hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek. He whispered something in her ear before running after the others. The air by the broomshed exploded in sharp cracks, then fell silent.
“You want to help me explain things?” asked Kingsley as Arthur came and stood beside him. Arthur smiled painfully.
“Not really, to be honest,” said Arthur. Kingsley held out his hand and grasped Arthur’s firmly.
“I’m so sorry,” whispered Kingsley. Arthur bent his head as Minerva and Molly disappeared in a flash of light with their charges.
“I know,” replied Arthur.
~+~
Blaise and Neville stood watch as Fred quickly dismantled the locking charms on the door to their shop.
“Everybody in,” hissed Fred, throwing the door open and pushing Caitlyn and Pansy inside. Neville glanced behind him and walked backwards into the shop, promptly tripping over a huge box of Puking Pasties.
“Watch it!” snapped George. “You break it, you buy it!”
“Sorry,” said Neville. Pansy reached down and pulled him up, smiling at him. Blaise slammed the door shut and locked it.
“Alright,” he said walking towards the cluttered table. “My guess is that Professor Snape’s cover was blown - big time.”
“If they’re telling the rest of the Order, then he’s done,” said Fred.
“Which means we’re fucked as far as attacks go,”’ said George bitterly. “Voldemort can strike us anywhere at anytime, and we’d have no idea.”
“Not if he doesn’t have any Death Eaters to send out,” said Blaise, a grin creeping across his face. “That’s what we’re going to start on. Harry and Professor Snape are going to be out for a while, judging by the state they were in when we left. If we wait, we’ll be on the defensive. We need to strike first.” He grabbed a piece of scrap parchment and reconstructed the diagram Severus had drawn for them the week prior.
“Half of these are Ministry workers!” cried Percy, reading the names upside down from where he was sitting. “How in the hell are they getting past security?”
“Friends in high places, most likely,” muttered Caitlyn. “Don’t forget Montague and Hunter Davis.”
“Right,” said Blaise, adding the two names to his list. “Okay, we’ll go in teams of at least three. We need to know where these people live. We can do a bit of scouting things out, but the sooner we can attack, the better. Once we capture some of them, the rest of the Death Eaters will start looking for us.”
“I can get you addresses,” said Percy. “I’ve got clearance to the Registration Department. I’ll get as many as I can later tonight.”
“Start with these,” said Neville, pointing to the ones Severus had noted as lower in the ranks. “We’ll move up from the bottom. That will buy some time until we can get Harry, Snape and Ginny in for ones like Malfoy and Lestrange.”
“Summers is mine,” growled Percy, startling everyone with his intensity as he stabbed his finger at the ink on the parchment. “He and I have a score to settle.”
“He can be the first, if you like,” said Blaise obligingly. Percy clenched his jaw.
“We’ve got him,” said Fred, clapping a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“Alright, let’s do this,” said Blaise. “Meet back here at - when? Eleven?”
“I can get the files by nine easily,” said Percy.
“Nine then,” said Neville swiftly. “The four of us can go and scope out a few of these others while you guys take care of him.”
~~+~~+~~+~~
Fred sighed softly, checking his watch again in as many minutes. He caught a brief blink of green light.
“Finally,” he muttered under his breath. He reached into his pocket and popped a small, round ball into his mouth, sucking on it hard. He grinned to himself as his hands and feet began to disappear.
“We are fucking geniuses,” he whispered. As soon as he was completely invisible, he snuck up to a side window of the small house in front of him and ran his wand around the outside of the sill. Finding where the latch locked it in place, he tapped the wood firmly and unlocked the pane. He slid it up and folded himself down to fit in through the window.
A loud snore ripped through the quiet of the room. A thin shadow darted across a doorway, making its way down the hall. George covered the tip of his wand and lit it, allowing very little of the light to shine through his fingers. Fred’s eyes adjusted quickly, making out the edges of a sofa and a table.
“It’s Higgs,” hissed George softly, holding his wand over the end of the couch. Fred stepped over to look down the back of the couch, seeing the edges of Higgs’s relaxed face.
“We’ll take him,” whispered Fred. “Stun him. I’ll go help Percy.”
“Hurry up,” hissed George, waving out his wand. “We can’t be here for forever.” Fred moved down the hallway, quickening his pace at the sounds of scuffling coming from one of the rooms. He lit the room as he rushed in, revealing a naked Penelope trying vainly to cover herself with the bed sheets as Summers clawed at his throat.
“You’ll want to throw some clothes on, Pen,” said Fred savagely. “You’re about to spend some time with the Aurors, and those boys are hard up. No telling what they’d do with you like that.” He lifted his wand at her and shot off a Stinging hex, hitting her on the arm.
“OW!” cried Penelope. Fred quickly summoned her wand off the nightstand and put it in his pocket. He glanced down and lifted a black lace bra off the floor, dangling it over his finger.
“Yours, I hope,” he said, tossing the garment at her. He hit Sumers with a stunner, keeping an eye on Penelope as she crawled carefully towards her scattered clothes on the floor.
“Capture, not kill, Perce,” said Fred quietly. Percy tied Summers up tightly and dragged him off the bed. “George caught another in the living room. Give Miss Whore here time to get her knickers back on and we’ll go.”
“No problem,” said Percy ruthlessly. A sob left Penelope’s throat as she pulled her robes back over her head.
“Crying won’t get you any sympathy from the Wizengamot, sweetheart,” said Fred. He raised his wand. “Obliviate.”
~~+~~+~~+~~
Blaise aimed his wand between the tree branches and fired, hitting another man with a stunner. He saw Caitlyn immediately jump out of the bushes and tie the guy up, dragging him into the shrubs with the other one Blaise had hit earlier. He grabbed onto the branch and swung himself down, landing on the ground with a soft thud. He crouched and ran over to where Caitlyn was hiding.
“Who’d I get?” he asked softly. Caitlyn lit her wand and shone it over the two slack faces.
“Bole and -“ she frowned. “I don’t know this guy.” Blaise bent down and ripped back the unknown man’s left sleeve, revealing a skull on his forearm.
“We’ll let the Aurors figure it out,” muttered Blaise. “Where are the other two?”
“Right behind you,” huffed Neville. “We didn’t see anyone else.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here,” said Blaise. “Either of you recognize this one?” Neville bent down, using Caitlyn’’s lit wand for light.
“Damn, that’s Ken Towler,” said Neville in shock. He glanced back up at Blaise. “Gryffindor. He was in the same year as the twins.” Blaise reached up and tapped his head with his wand, disappearing under a Disillusionment charm.
“Longbottom, take the girls to Pansy’s,” said Blaise. “You think it’d be alright for me to crash at your place tonight?”
“Yeah,” said Neville. “You know how to get there?”
“Yeah,” answered Blaise, kneeling down and taking his prisoners by the wrists. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Caitlyn bent and kissed his cheek.
“Be careful,” she whispered. Blaise disapparated loudly with the Death Eaters. Pansy held out her hands and Side-Apparated Neville and Caitlyn to Exeter, where her parents were in hiding.
~+~
Edward Dawlish sat at his desk, snoozing with his feet propped up on top of a huge stack of folders. He started violently as the lift rattled down the hallway. Frowning, he drew his wand and slowly made his way towards the lift. He crouched beside one of the cubicle walls and waited until the doors parted. He shot up at seeing a huge mass of bodies tied together.
He rushed forward and held the lift doors open, staring down in shock at one of his Junior Aurors bound with tight ropes next to several young faces he recognized from their working downstairs. He reached out for the note pinned to one of the captive’s robes.
Consider this an early Christmas present from us to your boss. Don’t worry -- we’ll be spreading the cheer all holiday season. Give our best to the Minister.
Happy (early) Christmas!
The Rogue Phoenixers
“Fuck me,” whispered Dawlish, glancing down and noticing that every one of the captives had their left sleeves ripped about the elbow, clearly displaying the Dark Marks branded on their arms.