Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 6 - ...After The Cup

Mr. Roberts and his family had no idea what was going on. One moment they were fast asleep, the next, they awoke with their house was on fire.

They all ran out to see strange hooded men in masks, pointing at him and his family with strange sticks with lights at the tip. Behind them, they could see several people screaming as tents were set on fire and several trampled.

"What do you want?!" Mr. Roberts asked, scared as he shielded his family from the strange men.

The men didn't answer as one of them flicked his wand. The next moment, he found himself starting to float. In a panic, he struggled in vain as his wife and two children yelled fearfully for him as he rose higher and higher.

Uncontrollably, he started twisting into different shapes as he spun, each one more grotesque than the last as he felt several of his bones crack. He tried to scream, but found that nothing came out as the masked men below started laughing and jeering hard, pointing at the scene he was making.

On one of his spins, he caught glimpse of them approaching his family, sticks pointed and raised.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" he tried yelling out, only to find himself still unable to speak.

All of a sudden, in from the covers of darkness came a small vial that flew into the middle of the masked men. A small boom sound was heard as all of them were thrown far back, creating a small clearing underneath Mr. Roberts as he started falling.

He then felt arms underneath him as a young boy caught him, mid fall, in mid-air. They landed in a small cloud of dust, just as he was being set down.

"You alright Mr. Roberts?" The boy asked.

Mr. Robert could only nod, still dumbfounded on what was happening. The boy then pointed to his family.

"You and your family should run while you can," The boy advised as turned to face the surrounding masked men who started to get up. "And I mean now."

...

Vincent watched Mr. Robert's and his family run from the corner of his eye while still keeping watch on the masked wizards whom started slowly surrounding him.

"I...may have bitten off more than I can chew," Vincent muttered as he took in the number of wizards surrounding him. He unsheathed his rods and held them at the ready.

"He's a Muggle!" A deep voice came from one of the men. The voice, however, sounded slightly off to Vincent, coming out somewhat slurred as if they were drunk or something. "Don't be wary of a singular Muggle!"

In truth, Vincent didn't want to fight against a wizard due to all their versatile spells. His time with his teacher Snape had taught him that even a singular wizard could prove troublesome to fight against without magic, and yet, here he was facing a horde of them. So Vincent did the most logical thing anyone would do in his situation...

...He ran.

It took a while before the masked wizards processed that Vincent ran into the trees, by then, all they could see was Vincent's back as he grew further and further away from them.

"That sneaky little," One of them yelled as he gave chase.

"What about the other Muggles, we can have more fun with them then—" A rod came flying at the head of the one talking talking. The wizard yelled in pain and surprise as recoiled from the hit, holding his chin. 

"Son ofa...hebroke my shin!" the man yelled in a muffled tone as he hobbled after Vincent.

Vincent kept a small pace as he continued to look back at the group of wizards after him. He made completely sure that they could follow him while at the same time leading them away from the campsite. He didn't want the Roberts to be caught again after all.