Enemies?

Enemies ?

“They will probably be here the last possible minute.” The brunette witch mutters. The Dark haired boy standing beside her chuckles softly, laying a hand on his agitated friends arm he spoke quietly to her.

“At least they will be here … come rain or house elves….“ Green eyes sparkles as Harry Potter gave the brown eyed witch a Snape-ish smirk. Hermione Granger laughed softly at her friends antics.

They turned their eyes to the portal of the platform as Molly Weasley’s voice was heard over the dim. Before he could call the redhead’s attention, a series of loud bangs sounded, indicating a mass apparation into the platform. The boy who lived whirled around, time seemingly coming to a halt, and came face to face with about 20 black robed men , the mask’s shining white over their faces.

“Death eaters…” Hissed out in a furious whisper, catching Hermione’s attention. Time seemed to speed up again, panic having erupted all over the platform as people tried to get away.

Harry reached for a pendant on his neck holding the stone and murmuring an activation word. The alarm would sound in the headmaster office; notifying the order that Harry was being attacked. He ducked out of the way of, what he could tell, was a stupefy curse.

During that time , Hermione herself had not been idle. She had taken out The DA’s medallion, that she keep around her neck as a necklace. A whispered word and the coin’s on every 5th 6th and 7th year from The DA heated up, a call for action . A second word made the coin’s of the younger years turn icy cold , a warning.

All over the platform people was spurred into action as parents and the 4th years helped herd the younger years onto the Hogwarts express. The 5th year was gathering close to the train and was providing cover fire for the Parents and 4th year’s efforts. Soon the platform was cleared of all except those parent brave enough to fight, there among the Weasley’s and Madam Longbottom , the elderly lady surprising a quick and agile dueller , despite her years.

Then , according to The DA’s plan , that they had devised at the end of the last school year. The 5th years and a gathering of parents and siblings, spread out into the train, making sure that the younger student’s was safe. The 6th and 7th years, they spread over the platform, fighting , doing a great work covering each others back. The few seconds Harry had to think about it, he felt proud.

But as it was, he hadn’t got the time to think about the others, he scarily had time to breath. He was aware of Hermione behind him covering his back and Ron who had somehow showed up at his side. The golden trio to the end.

They complemented each other well. Hermione , who’s wand was flowing true the air with practised ease was weaving protection charm’s , the movements were sure and fast , the ease of a future charms-mistress. Ron’ who had found his skill in the defensive and offensive magic’s was shooting of curses, quick and with great accuracy. After he had got his own wand, his magic had blossomed. Harry on the other hand, was a balance between them, as well as an ace in transfiguration. He used everything and nothing in a fight, transfiguring the small pebbles in his pockets into useful objects for distraction and even for knocking people down.

Harry dodged a curse and swore loudly as it caught the corner of his cloak. A spell whistled past him, and the death eater that sent the curse at him was lying stiff as a board on the ground. He looked behind him to see the Weasley twin’s fighting with a fever, mixing harmless, but annoying jinxes with powerful and sometimes even painful curses. It seemed the Weasley twin’s had not only studied things related to pranks and jokes.

Fred grinned at Harry.

“Oi Mate, are you alright there? “ Harry laughed and dodged a curse to appear at their side. He sent of a powerful stunning spell followed by a “Portus ministry cell 225 “.

“Of course Chap’s, “He smirked at the two read heads, “My Dear fellow’s, tea later on. The head master informed me that the scones are particularly good today!” The twin’s were used to his sense of humour by now and just laughed. The 3 quickly rejoined the fray.

-----Elsewhere…

//This is insane, what am I thinking looking out for him out of all people. But he is the hope of us all I suppose; still … Bloody hell he is good, I have never seen a defence organised this way. Some might be the Weasley’s doing I suppose. He was always the planner.

Ugh, I really am losing my mind… complementing a Weasley. //

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Curses were flying over his head. He felt himself get slowly moved away from his friends. Panic started to rice in his chest. He was going to die. The adrenaline caused him to fight even harder. Until a cold laugh stopped him cold.

“Itty bitty Potter, all grown up… that is just sooo sweet… “He knew that sickly sweet voice anywhere. Bellatrix , the woman who had killed his godfather. He turned around, and there stood the bitch herself. She was flanked by her husband and Lucius Malfoy. Harry meets the grey eyes of the Malfoy Patriarch. Something passed between the two, perhaps an understanding of a deeper kind.

A gasp was torn from Harry, as a whispered curse from Bella hit its target. He refused to scream. His jaw was clenched tightly in pain.

Bella was not a patient woman. So she released the curitus curse. She watched, irritated as Harry straightened up.

“Why won’t you scream!!?” She hissed at the boy, her eyes flashing furiously. A taunting smirk curled the boy’s lips.

“Perhaps I am just better then you Bella, screaming at the slightest curse from your ickly master.” His green eyes sparkled with amusement. Harry Potter had gotten quite a black humour over the years, as well as a sharp tongue.

Bellatrix dark eyes darkened even more. Harry knew he was walking a very thin line, between enraging her enough to make a mistake, and making her pissed enough to defy Voldemorts standard order for him to be caught alive.


Close by…..

//This is insane. This is insane. This is bloody crazy… I can’t believe I am doing this!!//

A lone figure sprinted his way over the pavilion, a hood drawn up to cover his face. An ebony wand flicked gracefully tossing curses to clear a path towards the gathering at the end of the platform.

Dodging past the last person in the way he ducked and rolled right into the firing path in front of Harry Potter.

“You will not touch him... “He growled.

“Who are you to tell us whom we may or may not touch?” Bella Hissed. Not noting that the blond man beside her was paling for each second. Lucius knew that voice.

Draco pulled back the hood.

“I said you can’t touch him, not you and not your egomaniac of a dark lord. Power comes by choices and I make mine today.”

“No... “ Lucius hissed, the word resounding with pain.

“Yes Father, I chose to stand with the light.”


Harry stood dumbfounded as he watched Draco Malfoy come to his aid. The battle was winding down the students having been reinforced by teachers from the school.

Bella, Rudolfo and Malfoy looked around, realising that they were soon the only death eaters left.

“We will get you Potter, and you too little snake.” Bella hissed at them, before disappearing, her companions following her.

Draco turned to Harry , with a smirk. The blond and the black haired young man looked at each other.

“So does that mean that we are friends?” Harry asked with a smirk.

Draco smirks and shakes his head.

“Hardly, but we are not enemy’s at least… “He held out his hand. Harry chuckles and takes the Malfoy heirs hand.

Turning around they heads back towards the others. A lot of wounded was being moved to Hogwarts, those that had made it unwounded was boarding the train ones more. School was still starting, nothing had changed.

Why did it feel like everything had changed?