my inheritance (g.w x o.c)

chapter thirty-four: chasing potter

The days leading up to Harry's departure were intense. Voldemort went through the plan many times. I'd be in the lead along with Snape and Bellatrix. As the best shots, he figured we could take out the aurors, giving him a clear go at Harry. I walked downstairs with my broom, seeing everyone standing there.

"Ready?" I questioned as everyone looked at me. They nodded. "We'll be in the shadows waiting. As soon as we see Potter, Bellatrix will alert him. Then we just clear the path so when he gets there, it's a done deal."

"Everyone knows their position?" Snape asked, receiving nods. "Let's head out."

We all apparated to Diagon Alley before walking into London and taking flight. "Muggles look at us like we dress weird, but have you seen their attire?" Bellatrix asked as we hid behind the clouds. "It's so weird. Not at all practical."

"I know," I nodded, though I wasn't listening. I was thinking about the fact that George would most likely be flying tonight. If he got hurt, I didn't know what I'd do. Because despite trying to push him out of my head, I couldn't. Especially with all the letters he kept sending my way. My thoughts didn't last long as we saw the back door open.

"Why are there seven Potters?" Bellatrix asked. I squinted through the night.

"They've used polyjuice," I muttered, turning to face the group. "Everyone has to follow one Harry. Groups of two or three. Once we figure out who the real one is, alert the others. At that point, whoever sees him alerts the Dark Lord. We cannot screw this up or it'll be all our asses on the line."

Though I really, really hope we do.

I looked back down as they flew up. I held up my hand, waiting for the best moment to give the signal. Once the pairs of Potters and Order members were far enough in the air, I pointed. Everyone scattered. I heard screams and saw flashes of light. I joined in a few times, but mainly tried to discern which broom held George. I eliminated two who looked like they were about to fall off their brooms. George was many things and a great flyer was one of them. Another apparated before anything happened, leading to the death of Mad Eye Moody. We chased these Potters for what felt like forever. The polyjuice potion seemed to be wearing off, and I was able to eliminate the actual Harry, though Voldemort had already been alerted of his presence, and Ron, whose hair was slightly darker than the twins. I flew to the next Potter and saw a flash of a scene in front of me. Snape and another death eater were in pursuit of Lupin and either Fred or George. Their doses must've been bigger than Ron's because this person still looked exactly like Harry. All I saw was the death eater whose name escaped me and Snape about to fire spells at the two on the broom.

"No," I yelled, firing a spell at the death eater. He froze midair before falling out of the sky. I didn't kill him, at least, I didn't intend to. He'd come to before he hit the ground. I went to fire a spell at Snape, but it was too late.

"Sectumsempra," he called, and I watched as the spell flew past the death eater just before he fell out of the sky. It hit George or Fred in the side of the head, and he slumped over against Lupin. They took a dive to the ground, and I assumed they were almost to their destination.

"Who was that?" I demanded, flying up beside him.

"I assumed it was Potter."

"It wasn't. He's heading in the opposite direction so which one was this?"

"What do you mean?"

"That was either Fred or George. The other polyjuice potions have worn off."

"How would I-"

"You shouldn't have fired that spell," I interrupted, trying to keep my voice steady. "You almost hit one of ours."

I turned to fly away. "I didn't have to worry about that, now did I?" he called. "You took care of him."