Hallies pov.
as we all soar through the sky, i look around at all the Harry Potters in the sky. i'm thinking how crazy this actually is, just the whole idea of it, but also that we're all risking our lives. it's horrifying, but there's also something kind of sweet about it.
I soak in the feeling of the wind blasting against my face, it's nice and cold out, the sky is clear and dark, starts sprinkled through out it. the lights of the city are down below, and it smells like smoke in the air. i wish i could have enjoyed it longer, but it was definitely short lived, which wasn't much of a surprise anyways, we are on high alert.
I follow the eyes of everyone else, i feel a sudden chill, that's not just from the cold air, but from the Death Eaters that have dropped from the clouds, surrounding us.
i grip tightly at my wand, my palms sweaty. flashes of green light spike through the darkness. i suddenly loose control of my broom and go diving down, i quickly grip tight onto it, all of my skills of being in Quidditch coming right back to me. except i'm not as agile with being in a completely different body. i dodge one specific Death Eater who's on my tail. i turn around, striking my wand at him, I hear the loud howl of Hagrid and wince, hoping the both of him and the real Harry are doing okay. but also, i'm fending for my life right now so i can't think about anything else except picking up my pace.
i blast through the wind as quick as i can, i try to dodge the flashes of green light that are just whipping by me, so close to clipping my skin.
i almost loose control of my broom when i'm shocked with an ear-shattering blast of Hagrids motorbike. i squint my eyes and look ahead at flames that are erupting from his exhaust pipe. all the Death Eaters scream, robes afire, and being to fall away, freefalling towards the earth.
i gain control of my broom, and clinch harder onto my wand, my palm so sweaty the wand might just slip from my grasp. i bite hard onto my bottom lip.
more Death Eaters are appearing in the sky, i cast all the stunning spells I can their way.
i look around in a frantic second to see if i can spot anyone in my line of vision. but it's hard to see because i realize the right lens of my glasses have been cracked. damn it Harry Potter why does your vision have to suck.
i don't see anyone near me besides the dark cloaks of Death Eaters. i just try to do all i can to fend them off...
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when i've finally gotten control of myself and my surroundings i've found my way to the Burrow. i do a not so smooth landing, more like a plummet into the tall grass and roll around in the dirt, trying to brace myself. my arm is stinging with pain. i grunt as i pull myself up with my left arm that isn't pulsating with sharp pain. in the dark i squint my eyes and look down at my upper arm that has a large dark gash along it, the sleeve of my jumper all torn up.
i tear the cloth away, only being able to see out of one of the cracked lenses, and it's to dark to tell anyway. i wince as i touch my shaking fingers against my bloody skin.
i grip the fabric of the jumper between my teeth and tear off the sleeve of the it, i use it to poorly wrap around my bleeding arm, then i rummage around in the tall reeds to find my broom, my hands locate it and i latch onto it. i feel for my wand that's tucked into my trousers. i pull myself to my feet and stagger around a bit, then my eyes squint to see a flash of blue light burning in the distance. i see a figure cradling someone, and then i see two figure running out of the Burrow, which is pretty recognizable.
i quickly rush towards the house, ripping through the reeds in my way.
my heart is drumming in my ears as i surround the group. i pull off the broken glasses because i can feel my body taking it's natural form.
my head feels light from the sight of the Harry that's in Remus' arms, one side of his head is covered in blood. Oh God.
Ginny grabs at my arm to take a look at the gash that feels like somebody has just stabbed me and is twisting the knife. but, as i stare at the Harry in Remus' arms it begins to take the form of George Weasley, and my heart sinks in my stomach. i feel like i might vomit. frantically i pull my pulsing arm away from Ginny.
"oh my God! George!" Ginny cries.
"in the house! Quickly!" Remus shouts. i stumble over my feet to rush after them and inside the house. tears are collecting in my eyes, making my vision a blur once again.
the real Harry and Remus both drop George onto the sofa, his body lays limply along the cushion. i don't know what to do, i feel like i've lost all function in my body. i stumble over to him and fall onto the floor, leaning against the sofa.
"my boy! my darling boy! what've they done to you!" i hear Mrs Weasley cry as her shaky hands tend to George.
Please... i cant loose anybody else.
i can feel the presence of other people gathering inside the house but the only thing i'm focused on is tightly squeezing onto Georges hand that's not holding mine back. tears roll down my cheeks, i hold back the burning sobs that claw at my throat.
"George.. please" i whisper. then i hear a commotion being me and i frantically turn around.
Remus has Harry pinned against the wall, his wand digging into his neck.
"Remus what're you doing!" Ginny cries.
"what creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts!" he shouts.
"are you mad...?!" Harry shouts back.
"what creature!?" he sounds horribly frightening.
"a Grindylow!" cries Harry.
Lupin releases Harry, and turns back to us.
"we've been betrayed." he says, breathing heavily. "Voldemort knew you were being moved tonight. I had to make sure you weren't an imposter..." he says to Harry.
"who did this to him?" Harry says.
"Snape."
Lupin nods to George. "he'll be fine, Molly. But that's Dark Magic. the damage is done."
I look back at George and scoot closer to him, running my shaky hand through his hair. i can hardly look at his head. i run my hand along his face, my thumb traces over his lips gently. i can hear Mrs Weasleys weeping ringing in my ears. maybe it's not the best thing my ears are slightly ringing but my heart just won't calm.
i hear Hagrids voice. "someone else is back."
I can't bear to take my eyes away from George, so i just continue to hold his hand. Mrs Weasley is gently stroking at his hair.
the others are talking and i know more people are showing up. i brace myself for Fred to see the scene.
i hear the rush of footsteps in the doorway i turn because i know who's there.
i see Mr Weasley stopped dead in his tracks staring at George. i wipe the tears from my face. then Fred appears by his fathers shoulder, tears already in his eyes when he sees the sight. he looks at me for a second, then frantically back to George.
i see Sage just behind him as they slowly walk into the house. i feel relief seeing the both of them, physically alright.
i move out the way a little bit to let Fred by, he crouches down next to his brother. i'm still clutching tightly at his hand.
George stirs a little bit, i feel relief when i see his chest rise and fall, slowly, yes. but it's moving.
"how're you feeling Georgie..?" asks Fred, trying to hold it together. i bite at the inside of my lip.
Georges lips move a little, his eyes still closed, i feel his fingers wrap gently around mine, i let out a breath that's been caught in my throat.
"saint like..." George mummers. "come again?" Fred says, his eyebrows furrowed.
"saint like." he says firmly, opening his drooping eyes.
"i'm holy.. i'm holey Fred. you get it?" he points to his ear. a small smile stretches across my lips.
Fred shakes his head, a smile stretching across his lips. "the whole wide world of war related humor.. are you go for 'i'm holey'... that's pathetic" he smirks.
"reckon i'm still better looking than you" George replies.
George looks over to me, a breath catches in my throat again. i feel anxious for some reason.
"you don't have to squeeze me so hard.." he says. quickly i let go of my grip on his hand.
"sorry.." i say quietly. he lifts his hand to my cheek and brushes his thumb along it, wiping the tears very slowly.
i close my eyes, just resting into his touch.
"Mad Eyes dead." Bill says. the room goes still. i keep my eyes closed and press my hand against Georges as it rests on my face.
Bill continues. "Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and Disapparated."
"Mad-Eye reckoned You-Know-Who
would expect the real Harry to be with the most skilled Auror. He knew he'd be in the most danger." Lupin says.
"It doesn't explain how they knew
we were moving Harry tonight." Mr Weasley says. The room grows very quiet. eyes shift. i open my eyes and look around, still keeping Georges hand in mind.
Hagrid speaks, "Wha'? One of us? Tha's mad. I'd wager me life it wasn' none of you
lot. An' if it was me I'd kno', wouldn' I? Talk in me sleep on occasion, I'll admit, but there's only Fang aroun' ter hear an' mostly it's gibberish an' besides I'd cut me tongue out 'fore 'd betray 'arry e'en in me dreams—"
Hagrid stops, everyone smiles.
"wha's so funny!" Hagrid says.
"I trust you with my life, Hagrid." Harry says.
"I trust everyone in this room. Understood?" Harry looks around at all of us. some of us nod in understanding.
"understood." Remus breaks the silence.
"ear, 'ear." George pipes up.
Fred nods approvingly to his brother.
"better." Fred smirks.
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