Jackson landed in the remnants of the building entrance, cursing his luck he realised that Ezekiel was right, no sprinkler was on "Colt" he uttered the elf popping in "I want anything in Michaels flat that you can save taken to one of my houses, but I don't want you hurt, if you can't return to Potter Manor" he uttered before heading towards the stairs, just as he neared the door a groaning roof made him jump back. the ceiling collapsed flames biting the walls and area further, Jackson began coughing from the smoke but he'd make it, he knew a Bubblehead charm wouldn't last, it was to hot to focus his magic for spells he could however channel it to enhance his body, Michaels Flat was on the third floor, he had three levels to climb, he was on the ground floor he made his way up the ramp the collapsed roof made and saw the stairs he was planning on using were collapsed in, he turned and looked as best he could through the smoke making his way though the halls he found a second area he could walk up, he was on the second floor, only one to go until the floor he stood on collapsed with much of the floor around him, landing a crunch indicated a bone or something was broken, he coughed further as his throat burnt from the heat, he found a place to climb up and did, the heated and sharp metal slicing into his hand the teen hissed, getting to a stabilised part of the floor he searched for a chance, 'One more floor, hold on Cub' he thought, finding his change in a broken window, a likely failing rope loop and a fragment of busted flooring he leapt, his feet glancing the window as he pushed and used the last strength of the rope to swing he hooked his legs and grabbed as his body broke through the flooring, scrambling through he saw the familiar hall of the Third floor, seeing Michaels Flat door engulfed in flame he ran through, pressing whatever he could to racing into the bedroom and the attached bathroom, entering the Wet and cold air was a wall of difference, he made his way to the small huddled mass in the shower, soaked with water, blacked by soot, burns and red with scaring, cuts and when Jackson saw it, blood, from a part of Ezekiel he'd never want blood to come from, "Cub" he rasped, the boy gasping looked up to see the injured teen, " I'll get us safe, trust me cub, its really me, you're not hallucinating, I'm here" Jackson grasped the boy apparating away with a crack as the floor of the bathroom fell below them.
Landing within a thud in the entrance of St. Mungo's he rasped towards a nurse "treat me and my cub" before collapsing to the floor unconscious, the adrenaline finally failing.
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When Jackson awoke it was to a Healer in Black Uniform "The Creature is awake gentlemen, do what you will, just remember if I can't heal him you get nothing from him" they stated before leaving the room, Jackson moved but found his arms and legs restrained by cuffs, his body secured to the bed "ah, ah, ah Freak, we're not letting you simply get up and leave, we need information, about Harry Potter" one man purred out of the darkness, four men in similar black uniforms approached the bed, all with gleeful smirks while staring at Jackson, "we'll make you talk Potter, we'll make you scream" another uttered "Who. Are. You?" Jackson snarled only to be hit with a stinging jinx
"all you will do is answer our questions or you scream, nothing more Potter, we need the saviour back, and we'll do whatever it takes to get it done" one stated, Jackson was already bracing for the pain of attack, whatever method they would use, but he knew first it would be times for questions "Why did you abandoned us Potter?" one man asked
"My Name Is Jackson Lynx Peverell, Registered Werewolf, Licence 7759063, I am a Lord of the Wizengamot" Jackson stated before being hit with another jinx,
"we wont ask anything twice, you get one chance" one man warned before asking his question "what reason do you have for betraying Dumbledore?" Jackson smirked
"I don't work for that man, but it seems you do, thankyou for the information" he replied bracing as the next spell hit, this would be a fun time.
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Harry Potter: Taking Control. [Archived]
Fanfiction(Refined and improved version of New Boy-Who-Lived) When Harry Potter finds out not only did the Order fake Sirius' death but the man isn't as loving as he thought it sends him down a path to question everything he's ever known, finally sick of bein...