The Emerald Terror

Trapped in Memorized Magic

The Emerald Terror

Summary: It wasn't supposed to end like this. The light was supposed to win and everyone should have continued on living peacefully. Too bad the muggles don't believe in happily ever after... nor coexistence it seems. "Goodbye Magic." Time travel fic.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it I don't own it.

Chapter Ten: Trapped in Memorized Magic

—- Metus Peverell —-

"Are you sure about this Potter?" asks Seamus, not out of fear or doubt, but out of the need for confirmation that yes, we were going to get them back.

"We can't leave them in there," I say in return, knowing that my answer isn't truly satisfactory.

Looking over the small crowd I sigh. Only a year. It had only been one year. So why did we all look so worse for wear? Why did it seem like there would never be an end? A scream ripping through the air from the building we are so rounding rips me from my harsh musings. Seamus tensing as anger and dread fills him.

Dean

"We'll get him out. We'll get them all out," I assure him before shouting my orders to a crowd that already knew them.

Go in

Save who you can

Get out

Don't be seen

Seeing the otter Patronus approaching me I nod and it turns back to give the confirmation to Hermione. Casting the Tempus charm I feel the same dread that followed me to the Department of Mysteries my true fifth year. 23:59:58

Raising my hand I turn towards the laboratory, sorry, the "United Haven for the Unusually Gifted".

Another scream marks the arrival of midnight.

My hand drops.

We charge.

My eyes shoot open as I sit up in bed shaking. Why had we gone? No, that specific operation had been one of our most successful...

Why had I gone?

Images flood my mind everywhere I look in the room I had just moved into under my store. Luckily I know how to deal with this at least.

The door becomes the reinforced jail cell entrance with no doorknob and the sole window in the space. A second later I turn it into the door of my old cupboard. The bookshelves along one side become the bars of the holding cells we had taken the scared hostages from before I envision the Hogwarts Library as it was my second time as a fifth year. My side table is the cart I had been brought down by until I will it into Mother Weasley's kitchen counter.

Then the bed becomes the examination table.

Ghostly hands grip onto me, forcing me down as the restraints are snapped shut around my flailing limbs. Think of something positive...something positive... Men are all around me, forcing me down as they shout at each other, one whispering sweetly in my ear that I needed to be good and stop resisting. The light is too bright. Something positive... My desperate lunge for Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing is shattered before it can truly form. The smell of hot metal comes closer, laughter fills my ears fighting for dominance with that sickening voice, so reminiscent of a certain pink toad, whispering that it will be all over soon and I need to stop struggling.

What's he doing?

No! Stop. Let me go. Please! DON'T!

Pain and the smell of burning flesh.