Post by Harry Potter on Feb 15, 2011 10:05:31 GMT -5
Harry's scar was blinding him with white hot pain. He couldn't have told you where Voldemort was, only that he was quite close indeed, ready to finish him off. Suddenly, his wand was spinning in his hand like a compass and shooting some kind of golden flames directly at his opponent.
Somewhere very close Harry heard Voldemort yelling for another Death Eater's wand. He peered through his half closed eyes just in time to see Voldemort vanish. Harry's heart leapt into his throat. What had just happened? Was Voldemort planning to attack from a different angle? Harry gripped the falling motor bike with his knees that had gone numb hours ago and kept his wand elevated, but Voldemort and his death eaters had apparently just dissapeared from the night sky all together.
The ground was approaching at a rapid speed. There was an unconscious mass sprawled on the ground beneath him. Harry pulled on the handlebars with his wand free hand to avoid crashing but with an ear-shattering crash, he landed in the muddy pond just inches from Hagrid's lump of a body.
Harry got to his feet shakily, wiping some blood from his face, and stumbled across the pond. "Hagrid? Hagrid, wake up!" The dark mass didn't stir. "Hagrid" he said again before collapsing.
***
Harry blinked. He was lying on something soft. His wrist had some kind of bandage wrapped around it and his tooth had been regrown. He tried to sit up and felt dizzy immediately.
"Careful there son, don't sit up too fast or you'll pass out again" advised a round faced, cheery looking man from the corner of the room. "I'm Ted Tonks by the way. Dora's father. You had quite a nasty spill there...what happened? Arthur overdo some of the bike's gadgets?"
Harry couldn't think straight. The only thing he could say was, "Hagrid?"
"Hagrid's fine son. Just a bit shaken, like yourself. The wife's seeing to him now. What happened" he asked again patiently.
Harry got to his feet slowly, running his tongue over his newly regrown tooth. "Death Eaters" he replied grimly.
Ted's face lost all its color. "What do you mean, death eaters? I thought they thought you were being moved next week!"
Harry shook his head numbly. "Someone told them the truth. They knew, they were waiting." Harry started for the door; he had to see for himself that Hagrid was ok and he had to get away from the horrified look on Ted's face.
Hagrid lumbered into the room just then. "'Arry!" he exclaimed, knocking over two vases on his way to crush Harry in an extrememly tight hug that nearly cracked his bruised ribs. "You're ok!" Hagrid let go of him and backed up a step. "Wait til it gets out that you did it again Harry, you escaped him again and he was right there!"
Harry glanced past Hagrid just in time to see someone else enter the room. "You!" He thrust his hand into his pocket for his wand to find that it wasn't there.
"Your wand's here son. You dropped it in the garden and I picked it up for you...and that's my wife you're shouting at." Ted didn't look as cheerful as before as he tapped Harry on the shoulder with his wand.
Harry pocketed it, looking sheepish as Andromeda Tonks entered the room, looking much less like her sister, though her offended expression was a little similar. "Sorry, it's just...you look like...her."
Andromeda gave a strained smile, crossing to stand with her husband. "What's going on? Hagrid said...he said you were attacked?"
"Death Eaters" Harry explained for the second time, avoiding eye contact with either of the Tonks as they clutched each other for support. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to anyone else, I..." He swallowed, racking his brain for the right thing to say but nothing presented itself. "The portkey!" He remembered, suddenly, that this wasn't their final destination. They could get to the burrow and get news and then send some back here to ease the Tonks' worry. "Has it left yet?"
"It's through here." Ted led Harry and Hagrid through a door and into another room where a hairbrush was glowing blue on the dresser.
Harryshouldered his soaking rucksack and placed a finger on the portkey. The next thing he knew his feet were hitting solid, albeit a little muddy, ground. His knees buckled from the force and he fell forwards, landing on all fours with his rucksack a few inches away. Taking a few shaky breaths, he at last got to his feet. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were hurrying their way but no one else was back yet. Harry's heart plumetted.
Somewhere very close Harry heard Voldemort yelling for another Death Eater's wand. He peered through his half closed eyes just in time to see Voldemort vanish. Harry's heart leapt into his throat. What had just happened? Was Voldemort planning to attack from a different angle? Harry gripped the falling motor bike with his knees that had gone numb hours ago and kept his wand elevated, but Voldemort and his death eaters had apparently just dissapeared from the night sky all together.
The ground was approaching at a rapid speed. There was an unconscious mass sprawled on the ground beneath him. Harry pulled on the handlebars with his wand free hand to avoid crashing but with an ear-shattering crash, he landed in the muddy pond just inches from Hagrid's lump of a body.
Harry got to his feet shakily, wiping some blood from his face, and stumbled across the pond. "Hagrid? Hagrid, wake up!" The dark mass didn't stir. "Hagrid" he said again before collapsing.
***
Harry blinked. He was lying on something soft. His wrist had some kind of bandage wrapped around it and his tooth had been regrown. He tried to sit up and felt dizzy immediately.
"Careful there son, don't sit up too fast or you'll pass out again" advised a round faced, cheery looking man from the corner of the room. "I'm Ted Tonks by the way. Dora's father. You had quite a nasty spill there...what happened? Arthur overdo some of the bike's gadgets?"
Harry couldn't think straight. The only thing he could say was, "Hagrid?"
"Hagrid's fine son. Just a bit shaken, like yourself. The wife's seeing to him now. What happened" he asked again patiently.
Harry got to his feet slowly, running his tongue over his newly regrown tooth. "Death Eaters" he replied grimly.
Ted's face lost all its color. "What do you mean, death eaters? I thought they thought you were being moved next week!"
Harry shook his head numbly. "Someone told them the truth. They knew, they were waiting." Harry started for the door; he had to see for himself that Hagrid was ok and he had to get away from the horrified look on Ted's face.
Hagrid lumbered into the room just then. "'Arry!" he exclaimed, knocking over two vases on his way to crush Harry in an extrememly tight hug that nearly cracked his bruised ribs. "You're ok!" Hagrid let go of him and backed up a step. "Wait til it gets out that you did it again Harry, you escaped him again and he was right there!"
Harry glanced past Hagrid just in time to see someone else enter the room. "You!" He thrust his hand into his pocket for his wand to find that it wasn't there.
"Your wand's here son. You dropped it in the garden and I picked it up for you...and that's my wife you're shouting at." Ted didn't look as cheerful as before as he tapped Harry on the shoulder with his wand.
Harry pocketed it, looking sheepish as Andromeda Tonks entered the room, looking much less like her sister, though her offended expression was a little similar. "Sorry, it's just...you look like...her."
Andromeda gave a strained smile, crossing to stand with her husband. "What's going on? Hagrid said...he said you were attacked?"
"Death Eaters" Harry explained for the second time, avoiding eye contact with either of the Tonks as they clutched each other for support. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to anyone else, I..." He swallowed, racking his brain for the right thing to say but nothing presented itself. "The portkey!" He remembered, suddenly, that this wasn't their final destination. They could get to the burrow and get news and then send some back here to ease the Tonks' worry. "Has it left yet?"
"It's through here." Ted led Harry and Hagrid through a door and into another room where a hairbrush was glowing blue on the dresser.
Harryshouldered his soaking rucksack and placed a finger on the portkey. The next thing he knew his feet were hitting solid, albeit a little muddy, ground. His knees buckled from the force and he fell forwards, landing on all fours with his rucksack a few inches away. Taking a few shaky breaths, he at last got to his feet. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were hurrying their way but no one else was back yet. Harry's heart plumetted.