When All is Lost One is Found

Chapter 114: Not So Friendly Fire

When All is Lost, One is Found

Author: Rinoaebastel

Chapter 114: Not So Friendly Fire

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and gain no profit from this fanfiction other than writing practice. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.

AN: This story may contain scenes taken from the Harry Potter movies and books, but it's not exact dialogue, just rewording of dialogue or omission. It is not marked.

Students ran through the corridors screaming, items were exploding, he could smell smoke in the air and a light haze was drifting through the area indicating a fire somewhere on the premises. It was clear that Potter's presence had been discovered during the moment he'd spent with Hermione. The mobilization of Potter's group had begun, and this time he would make no effort to prevent it. He hoped the Carrows had already been disposed of, but if he ran into them and was sure they were alone, he'd kill them both himself. The Dark Lord had ordered him to let the underage students stay. He would not be following that order.

Right now, he would help Hermione first. Destroying the Horcrux was the most important task for them now. They made it to a quiet hall and he let himself relax for a few seconds. His steps halted when he heard other ones. He braced against the wall, pushing Hermione with him.

A group of students dashed by. He waited until the last one disappeared. "We'd better hurry if we don't want to be noticed. This hall will probably fill up soon and things won't go smoothly," he whispered.

Hermione snorted. "Look who I've been friends with since my first year. I'm used to things not going smoothly."

He almost chuckled at her words. She tensed as more students rushed past them, the fear displayed clearly on their face as they passed.

He lowered the arm he had in front of Hermione and took a small step out from the hiding spot. His instinct flared just in time to block an attack coming from down the hall. Flitwick and Sprout were running towards him.

They froze as he prepared his wand to fight them off.

The two narrowed their eyes at him. "Don't think for a second we're going to let you harm anymore students, traitor," the hate in Flitwick's voice stunned him despite him knowing already that they all despised him. He shifted himself further away from the wall and felt her at his left side, barely brushing against his arm. He wanted to tell her to run, but that might bring attacks onto her if they knew someone was there. They would automatically assume it was an enemy, and understandably so.

If she were pointing her wand at them, he was oblivious to the fact. In a normal situation, he would scoff at the thought of her attacking a teacher.

But this was not a normal situation.

"Do you see me following them? Do you see my wand pointing at them?" He hoped they would see logic, follow some common sense. He lifted his left arm away from his side slightly and pushed her back. She took the hint and he felt her warmth leave him. Good. Now he could defend himself and fight back.

Flitwick waved his wand and he darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. Sprout attacked, then Flitwick again, both of their attacks hitting a statue and exploding it into dust and rubble.

He cast a spell at the wall in front of them, hoping to impede their path to him. Sprout sent a spell, he countered it.

He was confident that she'd gotten out of the way, but having no idea where she was gave a risk of friendly fire, from both sides.