ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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shattered & fallen
{1996}
The Department of Mysteries
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Dolohov grinned. With his free hand, he pointed from the prophecy still clutched in Harry's hand, to himself, then at Alula. Though he could no longer speak, his meaning could not have been clearer. Give me the prophecy, or I'll hurt her . . .
'Like you won't kill us all anyway, the moment I hand it over!' said Harry.
A whine of panic inside his head was preventing him from thinking properly: he had one hand on Alula's shoulder.
"You can't." Alula protested to Harry.
"Whaddever you do, Harry,' said Neville fiercely from under the desk, lowering his hands to show a clearly broken nose and blood pouring down his mouth and chin, 'don'd gib it to him!'
Then there was a crash outside the door and Dolohov looked over his shoulder - the baby-headed Death Eater had appeared in the doorway, his head bawling, his great fists still flailing uncontrollably at everything around him. Harry seized his chance:
'PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!'
The spell hit Dolohov before he could block it and he toppled forwards across his comrade, both of them rigid as boards and unable to move an inch.
'Hermione,' Harry said at once, shaking her as the baby-headed Death Eater blundered out of sight again.
'Hermione, come on, you've got to wake up," Alula whispered scared as she didn't recognise the spell.
'Whaddid he do to her?' said Neville, crawling out from under the desk to kneel at her other side, blood streaming from his rapidly swelling nose.
'I dunno . . . ' Harry mumbled.
Neville groped for Hermione's wrist.
'Dat's a pulse, Harry, I'b sure id is.'
Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Alula that for a moment she felt light-headed.
'She's alive?' Alula quickly questioned.
'Yeah, I dink so.' Neville said.
There was a pause in which Alula listened hard for the sound of more footsteps, but all she could hear were the whimpers and blunderings of the baby-headed Death Eater in the next room.
'Alula, Neville, we're not far from the exit,' Harry whispered, 'we're right next to that circular room . . . if we can just get you across it and find the right: door before any more Death Eaters come, I'll bet you two can get Hermione up the corridor and into the lift . . . then you could find someone . . . raise the alarm . . .'
