Sequel to The Immeasurable Marauder.
Someone is stalking Yves, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. She needs help, she needs The Order. The only problem is... she's supposed to be dead.
Based on the characters written by JK Rowling.
I landed hard on my feet just outside the magical boundary protecting the house, we knew as Headquarters, from enemies and hiding it from muggles. I took a step forward and over the boundary, through the garden down a little path flanked by shrubs. On either side of the path were garden beds that gave way to lawns.
It wasn't tremendously large but it was well maintained. I climbed the stone steps towards the porch and front door. It was difficult to lift my feet; I was completely spent. But as always, I dutifully followed orders. One foot in front of the other Yves, one at a time, I thought. I had surprised myself; apparating across countries was difficult for experienced wizards in much better condition than I found myself in.
I put my hand on the doorknob but before I could open it, it twisted beneath my hand and wrenched away, a soft light spilled onto the porch where I stood. Dumbledore had put an enchantment on the place that would notify anyone inside that someone had crossed the boundary. He had put it in place for my protection for when I had stayed here but it seemed that he hadn't removed it.
I had expected Dumbledore but the figure standing before me wasn't as tall, or as grey. Even if I hadn't been staring into his face, I would have recognized his body anywhere, his legs apart, his feet planted in a typical duelling stance, his long lithe arm held out a wand, which pointed at my head.
Sirius Black.
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Of course it was him.
I was obviously unexpected as unexpected for him as he was for me, because his eyes were nearly completely round in surprise. Although, to be fair, I hadn't expected anyone to be here either. I was supposed to be a secret; I was the dead girl.
Obviously, he had the same thought because his face twisted into a fierce grimace. I pulled my wand, ready to defend myself but I wasn't quick enough. I was hit in the chest by a well-aimed shot and flew in the air coming down hard on the grass several feet away, my backpack absorbing some of the impact but not enough.
I tried to breathe but my lungs protested angrily, and as much as I tried to suck in breath I couldn't inflate them again. I was completely winded. My rushed attempt at healing myself earlier had not worked completely; it was obvious from the way my body reacted to the impact, pain shot through my abdomen and down my legs.
Fuck this; I thought trying to galvanize myself for what was coming.
I looked up from where I lay and he was running toward me, his arm still outstretched. He was going to kill me if I didn't do something. Finally, my lungs gulped some much needed air and I shouted, Expelliarmus, red sparks flew from the tip of my wand knocking his wand from his hand, but that didn't stop his approach. His foot collided with my hand sending my own wand flying.
