Antonin Dolohov

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Chapter Eight: A Place to Hide

Everything seemed fuzzy, slow. Harry and Tracey jumped to their feet and all three of them drew their wands. Many people were only just realizing that something strange had happened; heads were still turning toward the silver cat as it vanished. Silence spread outward in cold ripples from the place where the Patronus had landed. Then somebody screamed.

'I love you,' said Tracey as Terence pulled her in for a kiss so brief Harry wasn't sure if their lips actually touch.

They then separated, and as the guests were sprinting in all directions, Terence joined those that were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around the Burrow had broken.

Tracey then grabbed Harry's hand and forcibly threw themselves into the panicking crowd.

'Alli!' Tracey cried. 'Theo, where are you guys?!'

As they pushed their way across the dance floor, Harry saw cloaked and masked figures appearing in the crowd; then he saw Tonks and Tulip, their wands raised, and heard both of them shout, 'Protego!' a cry that was echoed on all sides.

Harry tried to let go of Tracey and raised his wand to join the fight, to protect his friends and family, but he then slammed into Remus' body who had purposely blocked his path. ‘Go!’ he yelled, his face was a scary combination of full Auror mode and full father mode.

With great effort he pushed Harry away from where the main fighting was and shouted once more as loud as he could, 'GO!!!' before he forcibly grabbed Canini's arm and Disapparated her and himself away.

'Theo! Alli!' Tracey desperately called, half sobbing as she and Harry were buffered by terrified guests: Harry once more seized her hand to make sure they weren’t separated as a streak of light whizzed over their heads, whether a protective charm or something more sinister he did not know—

'Allison!' Harry joined in the call, he was now desperately regretting leaving her and Theodore's side.

And then there they were. Tracey grabbed Allison's hand and Harry caught hold of Theodore’s arm which caught his attention, and Harry felt him turn on the spot; sight and sound were extinguished as darkness pressed in upon him; all he could feel was Tracey’s hand and Theodore's arm as he was squeezed through space and time, away from the Burrow, away from the descending Death Eaters, away, perhaps, from Voldemort himself...

'Oh, no no no, we can't be here Theo!' said Allison's voice.

'I know, I know! I panicked!'

Harry opened his eyes. For a moment he thought they had not left the wedding after all: They still seemed to be surrounded by people.

'Charing Cross Road?!' said Tracey, now equally in a panic, and she was right, they were currently just feet away from the Leaky Cauldron. 'What do we do? Where do we go?'

'Walk!' said Allison suddenly very serious, she was taking charge. 'Walk south until we find a spot to get off the street.'

Harry and the others did as she asked, they knew when she got like this to trust her instinct and that she'd come up with a plan that'd work. They half walked, half ran up the wide dark street thronged with late-night revelers and lined with closed shops, stars twinkling above them. A double-decker bus rumbled by and a group of merry pub-goers ogled them as they passed; Harry and Theodore were still wearing dress robes, and outside the wizarding world Allison looked like she was going to a crazy prom.

'We need to get out of these clothes,' said Harry, realizing every ounce of attention they brought to themselves put them at further risk. 'Why didn’t I make sure I had the Invisibility Cloak with me? That was the one thing Dumbledore asked of me last year, to always have it on me.'

'Don't worry Harry, I have your Cloak, and I have enough muggle clothes for us to change into,' said Tracey. 'Just act natural until—'

'In here,' said Allison suddenly. She led them down a side street, then into the shelter of a shadowy alleyway.

'When you say you’ve got the Cloak, and clothes...' said Harry, staring at Tracy's purse. He knew she had said it had an Extension Charm on it, but items Harry had seen with this charm only doubled or tripled in space. He found it hard to believe she had at least several outfits in there.

'Yes, they’re all in my purse,' said Tracey as she rummaged through, and then to Harry, Theodore, and Allison’s utter astonishment, she pulled out a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, some maroon socks, and finally the silvery Invisibility Cloak.

'How powerful of an Extension Charm is on that thing?' asked Theodore.

'I don't know, but it was Dumbledore who cast it, I haven't found a limit to the bag yet. I've put everything I think we could possibly need inside,' sad Tracey. She gave the fragile-looking bag a little shake and it echoed like a cargo hold as a number of heavy objects rolled around inside it. 'Oh dear, I think that was my copies of Standard Book of Spells, they'll be a mess now...Oh well...Harry, your potion is wearing off so you better put on the Cloak. Allison, Theodore, here are your clothes...'

'When did you do all this?' Harry asked as the others all changed.

'I said I had been packing and gathering supplies, what had you thought I meant. For the couple days I was home I had my dad get me muggle money, clothes, and chocolate. Then I practically cleared out Flourish and Blotts, Ye Olde Curiosity Shop, and the Apothecary as well as withdrew a lot of Galleons. While I was at Mold-On-The-Wold Cottage I took a few more things we might need, don't worry I'll return it. And finally I got each of your books, clothes, and inheritance from Dumbledore at the Burrow.'

'How did you afford all this?' said Theodore, astonished.

Tracey looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, 'My dad is the best surgeon at Queen Elizabeth Hospital, my mum is a high ranking legislator, and we own a three bedroom apartment in the middle of London. Did you think I was poor the last six years?'

Theodore turned a little pink. 'No...just middle class.'

Tracey rolled her eyes.

'Well, thank you for thinking ahead Trace,' said Allison.

'Thank you,' said Tracey as she pushed the dress robes into the bag. 'Now Harry, put the Cloak on, please!'

Harry threw his Invisibility Cloak around his shoulders and pulled it up over his head, vanishing from sight. He was only just beginning to process what had happened.

'The others—everybody at the wedding—'

'Going back will only make things worse for them,' said Allison in a quiet voice. 'They were after you at the Burrow, you being there would only put those who couldn't escape in even more danger. Right now the Order has deniability that you were ever there.'

‘It’ll be alright, Harry,’ said Theodore, who seemed to know that Harry was about to argue, even if he could not see his face. ‘Half the guests are part of the Order, they’ll keep everyone safe. I saw Hermione, Remus, and Canini Disapparate so they’re safe too. What about Terence, Tracey?’

‘Terence got out safe too,’ confirmed Tracey.

‘See,’ said Theodore in a falsely reassuring voice, ‘they will all be ok.’

Harry nodded, then remembered that they could not see him, and said, ‘Yeah.’ But he thought of the Weasley’s, and about Tonks and her unborn child, and fear bubbled like acid in his stomach.

‘I think we should get moving again,’ said Allison. ‘We need to go somewhere we can rest for a moment where no wizard would be. Anyone know any muggle locations close by?’

‘Everywhere I know is in the far end of Soho?’ said Tracey looking a little hopeless.

Realizing it would be up to him, Harry spoke up.

‘Actually I do know somewhere we can go, it’s south near here…but I’ll have to remove my Cloak when we arrive.’

Reluctantly they all agreed and Harry began leading them by quietly giving directions.

'Are we going to Grimmauld Place?' asked Tracey.

'No we're going in the opposite direction, there is a chase Snape can still enter it even if he can't bring fellow Death Eaters. Besides, can Allison even see Grimmauld Place?'

'Hey Allison, the Order's secret hideout is located at 12 Grimmauld Place in Islington,' said Theodore suddenly. 'There, now she should be able to. Before his death, Mad-eye explained to me that people who knew the secret before Dumbledore's death each became secret keepers themselves.'

'Well, thank you Theodore,' said Allison, and Harry now remembered being told something similar. 'When will be arrive at your safe spot, Harry.'

‘We’re almost there,’ said Harry as they kept walking. Harry hadn’t been to the store in exactly six years so he was worried he wasn’t going in the right direction or if it would even still be there, but after only a couple more minutes they were standing outside of Laghari's Convenience, and Harry took off his Cloak and told the others they had arrived.

The sign on the door said that the store was closed, but there were still a few lights on inside and Harry could see a man of Indian descent in his late sixties still inside. Harry opened the door.

‘Sorry, we’re close,’ said Mr Laghari who owned the store.

‘Mr Laghari, my name is Harry, I’m Sirius Black’s son, we met when I was eleven.’

The old shop keeper squinted at Harry as though trying to remember and then his face softened somewhat.

'Ah yes, I remember, it is nice seeing you Mr Black, but we really are closed.'

Harry didn't correct him on his surname, that wasn't what was important right now.

'Sir, I'm sorry to both you, but this is really important. We need a place to lay low, just for half an hour or so.'

His face darkened. 'Are you in trouble with the law, I won't harbor fugitives in my—'

'No, nothing like that. I can't explain but we just need a safe place to rest for a bit.'

'Well, maybe,' said Mr Laghari, he start reaching for a telephone and Harry suddenly became worried he was indeed about to call the muggle police which would only make things worse for Harry and his friends. Thankfully that wasn't the case. 'I do insist I call your father though. I know he moved to Cotswolds, that area code is 0128—'

'You can't call him,' said Theodore, getting frustrated.

'And why is that young man?' said Mr Laghari, clearly becoming more suspicious.

'Because he was killed,' said Harry bluntly, and Mr Laghari let go of the telephone. A second later Tracey burst out in tears, the events of the last hour had appeared to catch up with her.

‘Let’s see,’ said Mr Laghari, ‘I just finished restocking the milk, I couldn’t prevent you all from sitting on the empty crates while I finished closing up if that’s what you chose.’

‘Thank you sir,’ said Allison with a nod as they all started turning over four milk crates to sit on, Theodore and Tracey sat with their backs to the entrance, Allison faced it, and Harry sat parallel to it so he could only see the door through the corner of his right eye. ‘Tracey, we’ll be alright. Take some slow breaths.’

‘I-I’ll t-try,’ she said shakily.

‘I have a kettle in the back room, I’ll make you some Tulsi tea, Miss, to calm your nerves. Would anyone else like some or filter kaapi?’

‘I’ll have some kaapi,’ said Harry absentmindedly as his thoughts were on the attack on the wedding, although filter kaapi was his favourite coffee.

Theodore and Allison just looked at each other, probably trying to determine what Tulsi or filter kaapi even was, and just decided to go with the safer option in their minds.

‘Tea please.’

‘I’ll have tea as well, thank you very much.’

With their orders given, Mr Laghari left for the back room, leaving the four friends temporarily alone.

After a moment or two, and beginning to calm down, Tracey said, ‘Maybe I should put my witch attire back on and take a quick peak into the Leaky Cauldron after all.’

‘What? After we just escaped there? It’s not safe,’ said Theodore.

‘For Harry it definitely isn’t, and you and Allison might be recognized too, but I spent far less of my life in the wizarding world, I could probably get away with eavesdropping for ten minutes or so without being noticed, maybe longer if Harry lends me his Cloak.’

Harry thought this sounded crazy, but Allison seemed to understand slightly what Tracey meant as she had a pointed question.

‘Why do you want to be there?’ she asked.

‘To find out what happened to those at the wedding, and to maybe learn more about what happened at the ministry—‘

‘We know what’s going on,’ said Harry, his voice shaking with anger slightly. ‘Voldemort’s taken over the Ministry, what else do we need to know?’

‘It was just a suggestion on what to do,’ said Tracey quietly.

‘Sorry,’ said Harry with a sigh.

They relapsed into a prickly silence. Mr Laghari was humming a Jagjit Singh song, and Harry could hear the water beginning to boil. A huge blonde workman stopped outside and rested his back onto the storefront’s window. He was looking at something in his hand but Harry couldn’t see what.

Allison dropped her voice to a whisper.

‘When we leave here we should find another alleyway and Disapparate somewhere empty. A forest, a field, ghost town, just somewhere no one should be. There we should be safe to try and contact our friends in the Order.’

‘Do you know how to cast the messenger Patronus?’ asked Theodore.

‘No, but between the four of us I believe we could eventually figure it out.’

Harry now saw another workman arrive. He was wearing a ball cap that covered his face and he knelt down right in front of the entrance to tie his shoe.

‘Guys-‘ Harry quietly whispered, but the others were focused on the conversation at hand.

‘The Patronus might be our best option, but is it even safe?’ asked Tracey. ‘What if whoever we contact is currently being interrogated by Death Eaters and had just finished saying they have nothing to do with us when our Patronus appears and in our voices tells them we’re safe and thank them for their help, it could get whoever we send it to killed.’

‘We should get going then, I don’t like still being so close to the Leaky Cauldron, and I doubt the tea Mr Laghari is bringing us is black tea…although we should still pay him for his troubles. Tracey you said you had muggle money?’ asked Theodore.

‘I do, although I bet all the smaller bills fell to the bottom,’ sighed Tracey, reaching deep into her purse.

The follow couple seconds seemed almost to slow down. Harry saw the workman that was kneeling suddenly start to open the door with one hand and with his other hand drew a wand.

‘Down!’ Harry yelled as the two Death Eaters burst in.

Harry, Allison, and Theodore all drew their wands, but Tracey, who still had her hand stuck in her bag, couldn’t pull hers out fast enough, Theodore tackled her to the ground as the first round of spells went over all four of their heads. Harry could hear Mr Laghari yell in shock from back room. The force of the Death Eaters’ spells shattered the glass refrigerator doors where Tracey’s head had just been.

‘Ebublio!’ Allison yelled while aiming at the large blonde Death Eater.

He blocked it, but his focus temporarily on Allison, Harry managed to yell, ‘Stupefy!’

The great blond Death Eater was hit in the face by a jet of red light: He slumped sideways, unconscious.

His companion, now all too familiar looking in Harry’s mind, aimed his wand at Harry.

‘Expulso!’ bellowed the Death Eater, and the product isle behind which Harry was standing blew up: The force of the explosion slammed him into the wall, but he forced himself to his feet.

The Death Eater tried to cast more spells at them, but now with all four of their wands pointed at him he didn’t stand a chance.

‘Stupefy!’

‘Petrificus Totalus!’

‘Immobulus!’

‘Brachiabindo!’

It wasn’t clear which spell did the trick, or if all four contributed, but when the spells hit the second Death Eater he fell forward like a statue to land with a crunching thud on the mess of glass and smashed non-perishables.

‘What just happened?!’ Mr Laghari said, shaking as he exited the back room. ‘Why did those men attack, how did they cause this much damage, what are you all holding, how did you knock them both uncon—‘

‘Stupefy,’ said Allison suddenly, and Mr Laghari slumped over.

‘Why’d you do that?’ said Tracey. ‘He had been helping us.’

‘The next twenty minutes are going to be crucial if we’re going to survive the night, we couldn’t spend it explaining away the magic we’ve done and convincing him not to call law enforcement,’ said Allison stoically, and Harry knew she was right.

Harry climbed over all the debris to where the large blond Death Eater was sprawled across the entryway.

‘I should’ve recognized him, he was there the night Dumbledore died,’ he said. He turned over the darker Death Eater with his foot; the man’s eyes moved rapidly between Harry, Tracey, Allison, and Theodore.

‘This one is Dolohov,’ said Tracey. ‘He’s the one that cursed me back at the Ministry.

‘And blondey here is Thorfinn Rowle,’ said Theodore. ‘Not the brightest, he’s the one who accidentally killed one of his own bellow the Astronomy Tower.’

‘I don’t particularly care what their names are,’ said Allison. ‘I’m more worried about how they found us. Were we followed all the way from the Leaky Cauldron or did they follow us some other way?’

Somehow the panic of the situation seemed to clear Harry’s head.

‘Theo, lock the door, he said, ‘and Allison, turn out the lights.’

He looked down at the paralyzed Dolohov, thinking fast as the lock clicked and Allison used the Deluminator to plunge the connivence store into darkness.

‘So, what is your plan to deal with these two,’ asked Tracey.

‘I think you know the answer to that Tracey, your memory charms are the most powerful, and I think the two Death Eaters need a full wipe,’ answered Harry. Harry knew she wouldn’t like that answer. Tracey was pretty traumatized by memory spells from the time she cast one so powerful in self defense that it erased the target’s entire memory.

‘No, Harry, I shouldn’t, and besides we know Voldemort is able to break through altered memories, possibly even reverse the spell,’ Tracey tried to justify.

‘But it’ll take him time,’ said Harry, ‘time we’ll need to get far away from here. Time for Mr Laghari to grab his family and take a spontaneous extended trip to visit relatives in Jammu, which is something he much wake-up and remember to do while not remembering any of this happened.’

Realizing she had little choice, Tracey took a deep, calming breath, then pointed her wand at Dolohov’s forehead and said, ‘Obliviate.’

At once, Dolohov’s eyes became unfocused and dreamy. She then did the same to Rowle, and finally she cast a False Memory Spell on Mr Laghari.

‘Brilliant!’ said Harry, proud of her overcoming his discomfort with the spells. ‘The rest of us will clear up.’

‘Right,’ said Allison as she, Harry, and Theodore all drew their wands once more and with a couple mending charms, other than the three men laying motionless on the floor, it looked as though nothing had ever happened in the store.

Once all the spell work was complete they dragged the two Death Eaters into the back room, they placed Mr Laghari behind the counter where he was in line with the front door, Harry put back on his Invisibility Cloak, and then Allison returned the lights. Finally, just as he was closing the store front door behind him, Harry cast the Reviving Spell on Mr Laghari so that he would awaken and leave the store before anyone came looking for the Death Eaters and saw him begin to stir just as the door shut.

They began walking aimlessly again, although this time they never once stopped turning their heads to look behind them to make sure none of them were being followed.

‘Alli didn’t get an answer from earlier, how did they track us?’ Tracey asked.

Theodore turned to Harry.

‘Is it possible you still have the Trace on you, Harry?’

‘That’s impossible, said Tracey. ‘It is wizarding law, they have the spell enchanted to break at midnight the day of the person’s seventeenth birthday.’

‘However as of a few hours ago the Death Eater’s gained control of the Ministry of Magic in its entirety,’ argued Allison. ‘What if they found a way to recast the Trace onto someone.’

‘But after being broken Harry probably would have had to have had the Trace re-cast onto him in person, and other than those two idiots I don’t think he’s been in the presence of any Death Eater’s over the last twenty-four hours.’

The girls did not reply. Harry felt contaminated, tainted: Was that really how the Death Eaters had found them?

‘If I can’t use magic, and you can’t use magic near me, without us giving away our position—‘ he began.

‘We aren’t going anywhere,’ said Allison firmly, trying to pat him on the back but instead resulted in her looking like she was swatting at air.

‘We’re in this together Harry,’ affirmed Tracey.

‘What I wish we were in together was a safe shelter,’ said Theodore grimly. ‘Give us all time to recuperate and come up with plans and strategies.’

‘Grimmauld Place,’ said Harry.

The other three gaped.

‘We can’t, we don’t know how well Mad-eye’s anti-Snape jinxes will hold now that he’s dead,’ said Theodore.

‘What other choice do we have, we can’t go to the Leaky Cauldron or Tracey’s old apartment as they’ll look there,’ said Harry. ‘We know some of the protective enchantments on that building should hold, and we can add some of our own if we feel we need to. Besides, I swear, I’d like nothing better than to meet Snape!’

‘But—‘

‘Theo, where else is there? It’s the best chance we’ve got. Snape’s only one Death Eater, the others can’t enter. If I’ve still got the Trace on me, we’ll have whole crowds of them on us wherever else we go.’

He could not argue, though he looked as if she would have liked to. With nothing else to say they found another alleyway and Harry, Theodore, Tracey, and Allison turned on the spot and vanished into the compressing darkness once more.

Seconds later Harry’s lungs expanded gratefully and he opened his eyes: They were now standing in the middle of a familiar small and shabby square. Tall, dilapidated houses looked down on them from every side. Number twelve was visible to them, Secret-Keeper, and only them, and they rushed toward it, checking every few yards that they were not being followed or observed. They raced up the stone steps, and Harry tapped the front door once with his wand. They heard a series of metallic clicks and the clatter of a chain, then the door swung open with a creak and they hurried over the threshold.

As Harry closed the door behind them, the old-fashioned gas lamps sprang into life, casting flickering light along the length of the hallway.

‘Woah,’ said Allison in awe, as it was her first time seeing the centuries old building. To Harry though, it looked just as he remembered it: eerie, cob-webbed, the outlines of the house-elf heads on the wall throwing odd shadows up the staircase. Long dark curtains concealed the portrait of Sirius’s mother. The only thing that was out of place was the troll’s leg umbrella stand, which was lying on its side as if Tonks had just knocked it over again.

‘I think someone else has been here,’ said Theodore apprehensively, pointing toward it.

‘Yeah, but probably just Mundungus when he robes a few goblets and silverware last year,’ said Harry, trying to be reassuring.

‘How do we know if Moody’s jinxes against Snape are working?’ asked Tracey.

‘Perhaps they only manifest if he shows up,’ speculated Allison.

Yet they remained close together on the doormat, backs against the door, scared to move farther into the house.

‘Well, we can’t stay here forever,’ said Harry, and he took a step forward.

‘Severus Snape?’

Mad-Eye Moody’s voice whispered out of the darkness, making all four of them jump back in fright.

‘We’re not Snape!’ croaked Harry, before something whooshed over him like cold air and his tongue curled backward on itself, making it impossible to speak. Before he had time to feel inside his mouth, however, his tongue had unraveled again.

The other three seemed to have experienced the same unpleasant sensation. Tracey was gaging; Allison stammered, ‘T-that was a T–Tongue-Tying Curse. Mad-Eye’s spell for Snape!’

Gingerly Harry took another step forward. Something shifted in the shadows at the end of the hall, and before any of them could say another word, a figure had risen up out of the carpet, tall, dust-colored, and terrible; Theodore screamed and so did Mrs Black, her curtains flying open; the gray figure was gliding toward them, faster and faster, its waist-length hair and beard streaming behind it, its face sunken, fleshless, with empty eye sockets: Horribly familiar, dreadfully altered, it raised a wasted arm, pointing at Harry.

‘No!’ Harry shouted, and though he had raised his wand no spell occurred to him. ‘No! It wasn’t us! We didn’t kill you—‘

On the word kill, the figure exploded in a great cloud of dust: Coughing, his eyes watering, Harry looked around to see Theodore crouched on the floor by the door with his arms over his head, Allison covering her eyes with her hands, and Tracey, who was shaking from head to foot, ‘Oh g-g-good…It’s g-gone…’

Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs Black continued to scream.

‘Squibs, Half-bloods, blood traitors, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers—‘

‘SHUT UP!’ Harry bellowed, directing his wand at her, and with a bang and a burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her.

‘I can’t believe…was that…’ Allison whimpered while Tracey helped Theodore to his feet.

‘Yeah,’ said Harry, ‘but it wasn’t really him, was it? Just something to scare Snape.’

Had it worked, Harry wondered, or had Snape already blasted the horror-figure aside as casually as he had killed the real Dumbledore? Nerves still tingling, he led the other three up the hall, half-expecting some new terror to reveal itself, but nothing moved except for a mouse skittering along the skirting board.

‘We should perhaps split into teams of two and double check that there is no one else here,’ said Theodore.

‘No need,’ said Tracey as she drew her wand. ‘Homenum Revelio.’

Nothing appeared to happened.

‘Er, did the spell do what it was meant too?’ asked Harry.

‘Yes, the silence is a good thing,’ said Tracey with the formation of a tiny smile. ‘That charm reveals if there are any humans present other than those in the casters immediate vicinity. We’re alone.’

‘Alone except for the grime,’ said Theodore in an attempt of a joke. ‘We spent an entire summer cleaning and Sirius and Remus cleaned for an entire year, but one full year without a good scrub and it’s covered in dust and mildew again.

His humour didn’t cause any laughter however.

‘We should go upstairs,’ said Tracey, still with a slight shake from the ghostly Dumbledore scare. She led the way up the creaking stairs to the drawing room on the first floor.

Theodore waved his wand to ignite the old gas lamps, then, seeing Tracey still shivering slightly in the drafty room, he went to the room’s large fireplace and cast a large flame to warm the room. Exhausted, Tracey sat down on the sofa. Allison crossed to the window and moved the heavy velvet curtains aside an inch.

‘I don’t see anyone on the street, Death Eater or muggle,’ she reported. ‘If Harry did have a Trace on him they’d be here by now, even if they couldn’t get inside the-Harry what’s wrong?’

Harry had given a cry of pain: His scar had burned again as something flashed across his mind like a bright light on water. He saw a large shadow and felt a fury that was not his own pound through his body, violent and brief as an electric shock.

‘What is it Harry, what are you seeing?’ asked Theodore, advancing on Harry. ‘Is he at the wedding, are the Weasley’s ok?’

‘No, I just felt anger—he’s really angry—‘

‘That could put him at the Burrow or the muggle store,’ whispered Allison. ‘So that’s what you felt, did you see anything too?’

‘No, I just felt anger—I couldn’t tell—‘

Harry felt badgered, confused, and Tracey did not help as she said in a frightened voice, ‘Your scar is hurting again? You can feel his emotions? What’s going on? I thought you closed the link that connects your minds!’

‘It did, for a while,’ muttered Harry; his scar was still painful, which made it hard to concentrate. ‘I–I think it’s started opening again whenever he loses control, that’s how it used to—‘

‘Then you have to seal that new connection,’ said Tracey, dead serious. ‘Even if it seems useful Harry, Dumbledore knew the true dangers the connection could mean for you and those you care about. You need to look over the Occlumancy books I got you, I brought them with us, otherwise Voldemort can plant more false images into your head.’

‘Yeah, I do remember, thanks,’ said Harry through gritted teeth; he did not need Tracey to tell him that Voldemort had once used this selfsame connection between them to lead him into a trap, nor that it had resulted in Sirius’s death. He wished that he had not told them what he had seen and felt; it made Voldemort more threatening, as though he were pressing against the window of the room, and still the pain in his scar was building and he fought it: It was like resisting the urge to be sick.

He turned his back on his friends, pretending to examine the old tapestry of the Black family tree on the wall. Then Theodore yelped: Harry drew his wand again and spun around to see a silver Patronus soar through the drawing room window and land upon the floor in front of them, where it solidified into a large wolf that spoke with the voice of Remus Lupin.

‘Family safe, wedding attendees safe, do not reply, there are eyes everywhere.’

The Patronus dissolved into nothingness. Theodore let out a noise between a whimper and a groan and dropped onto the sofa: Tracey sat next to him and rubbed his arm for comfort.

‘It’s alright, everyone is alive and safe. It’s going to be alright!’ she whispered, and Theodore forced a half smile.

‘Harry,’ Allison said, reaching an arm out towards him, but he took a step back, ‘are—‘

‘Of course I’m glad my family is safe,’ said Harry, sickened by the pain in his head. ‘I was worried about them too.’ He thought about Remus, Canini, Tonks, and her baby.

The pain in his scar was reaching a peak, burning as it had back in the garden of the Burrow. Faintly he heard Theodore say ‘I don’t think any of us should be on our own tonight. Tracey, did you bring any sleeping bags with Cushioning Charms on them?’

‘Yes, and I’ll get them out, but Theo I’ll need your help with something before you go to sleep. I brought all the ingredients for polyjuice potion, and I’d feel much more at rest tonight if it began brewing as soon as possible.’

‘Alright, take out everything you need for tonight and then leave me the purse and I’ll get started in the dining room. I’ll join you up here when the starting phase is complete.’

He heard them all mumble in agreement. Harry could not fight the pain much longer. He had to succumb.

‘Bathroom,’ he muttered, and he left the room as fast as he could without running. He barely made it: Bolting the door behind him with trembling hands, he grasped his pounding head and fell to the floor, then in an explosion of agony, he felt the rage that did not belong to him possess his soul, saw a long room lit only by firelight, and the giant blond Death Eater on the floor, screaming and writhing, and a slighter figure standing over him, wand outstretched, while Harry spoke in a high, cold, merciless voice.

‘More, Rowle, or shall we end it and feed you to Nagini? Lord Voldemort is not sure that he will forgive this time…I break your mind open for this, to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure…Do it, or feel my wrath yourself!’

A log fell in the fire: Flames reared, their light darting across a terrified, pointed white face—with a sense of emerging from deep water, Harry drew heaving breaths and opened his eyes.

He was spread-eagled on the cold black marble floor, his nose inches from one of the silver serpent tails that supported the large bathtub. He sat up. Malfoy’s gaunt, petrified face seemed burned on the inside of his eyes. Harry felt sickened by what he had seen, by the use to which Draco was now being put by Voldemort.

There was a sharp rap on the door, and Harry jumped as Allison’s voice rang out, it was full of concern.

‘Harry, are you alright in there, I-er-have your toothbrush and pyjamas. Do you want me to come in and give it to you?’

‘Um-no, leave them outside the door, I’ll get them when I’m done,’ said Harry, hastily he then added, ‘thanks.’

He could feel her reluctance to leave from the outside of the door, but after a moment he heard her put the clothes and brush down and walk away.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Beyond the Veil

Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts. Tracey gave a gasp of horror.

'To me, Potter,' repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.

Harry’s insides plummeted sickeningly. They were trapped and outnumbered two to one.

'To me,' said Malfoy yet again.

'Where’s Sirius?' Harry said.

Several of the Death Eaters laughed. A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry’s left said triumphantly, 'The Dark Lord always knows!'

'Always,' echoed Malfoy softly. 'Now, give me the prophecy, Potter.'

'I want to know where Sirius is!'

'I want to know where Sirius is!' mimicked the woman to his left. She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry’s eyes.

'You’ve got him,' said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. 'He’s here. I know he is.'

'The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo,' said the woman in a horrible, mock-baby voice. Harry felt Neville stir beside him.

'Don’t do anything,' Harry muttered. 'Not yet—'

The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter.

'You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!'

'Oh my son is such a coward, he couldn't cast so much as a Stunning Spell against us,' said a voice Harry had only heard once, but given how Theodore suddenly went stiff as a board he could guess it was Nott sr.

'Perhaps, but neither of you know Potter as I do,' said Malfoy softly. 'He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.'

'I know Sirius is here,' said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. 'I know you’ve got him!'

More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman still laughed loudest of all.

'It’s time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,' said Malfoy. 'Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands.'

'Go on, then,' said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, the six wands of Canini, Allison, Tracey, Neville, Luna, and even Theodore rose on either side of him. The knot in Harry’s stomach tightened. If Sirius really was not here, he had led his friends and family to their deaths for no reason at all...

But the Death Eaters did not strike.

'Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt,' said Malfoy coolly.

It was Harry’s turn to laugh.

'Yeah, right!' he said. 'I give you this—prophecy, is it? And you’ll just let us skip off home, will you?'

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked, 'Accio Proph—'

Harry was just ready for her. He shouted 'Protego!' before she had finished her spell, and though the glass sphere slipped to the tips of his fingers he managed to cling on to it.

'Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter,' she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. 'Very well, then—'

'I TOLD YOU, NO!' Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. 'If you smash it—!'

Harry’s mind was racing. The Death Eaters wanted this dusty spun-glass sphere. He had no interest in it. He just wanted to get them all out of this alive, make sure that none of his friends paid a terrible price for his stupidity...

The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange’s face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow. Thankfully this new look helped Harry in his mind distinguish her from his aunt Andromeda who used to look near identical to her sinister older sister.

'You need more persuasion?' she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'Very well—take the smallest one,' she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. 'Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I’ll do it.'

Harry felt the others close in around Luna. He stepped sideways so that he was right in front of her, the prophecy held up to his chest. 'You’ll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,' he told Bellatrix. 'I don’t think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?'

She did not move; she merely stared at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her thin mouth.

'So,' said Harry, 'what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?'

He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville’s arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking. He could feel one of the other’s quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.

'What kind of prophecy?' repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face. 'You jest, Harry Potter.'

'Nope, not jesting,' said Harry, his eyes flicking from Death Eater to Death Eater, looking for a weak link, a space through which they could escape. 'How come Voldemort wants it?'

Several of the Death Eaters let out low hisses.

'You dare speak his name?' whispered Bellatrix.

'Yeah,' said Harry, maintaining his tight grip on the glass ball, expecting another attempt to bewitch it from him. 'Yeah, I’ve got no problem saying Vol—'

'Shut your mouth!' Bellatrix shrieked. 'You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood’s tongue, you dare—'

'Did you know he’s a half-blood too?' said Harry recklessly. Hermione gave a little moan in his ear. 'Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle—or has he been telling you lot he’s pureblood?'

'STUPEF—'

'NO!'

A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange’s wand, but Malfoy had deflected it. His spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered.

Two figures, pearly white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak. Their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix’s shouts.

'...at the Solstice will come a new...' said the figure of an old, bearded man.

'DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!'

'He dared—he dares—' shrieked Bellatrix incoherently. '—He stands there—filthy half-blood—'

'WAIT UNTIL WE’VE GOT THE PROPHECY!' bawled Malfoy.

'...and none will come after...' said the figure of a young woman. The two figures that had burst from the shattered spheres had melted into thin air. Nothing remained of them or their erstwhile homes but fragments of glass upon the floor. They had, however, given Harry an idea. The problem was going to be conveying it to the others.

'You haven’t told me what’s so special about this prophecy I’m supposed to be handing over,' he said, playing for time. He moved his foot slowly sideways, feeling around for someone else’s.

'Do not play games with us, Potter,' said Malfoy.

'I’m not playing games,' said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone’s toes and pressed down upon them. A sharp intake of breath behind him told him they were Allison’s.

'What?' she whispered.

'Dumbledore never told you that the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?' said Malfoy sneeringly.

'I—what?' said Harry, and for a moment he quite forgot his plan. 'What about my scar?'

'What?' whispered Allison more urgently behind him.

'Can this be?' said Malfoy, sounding maliciously delighted; some of the Death Eaters were laughing again, and under cover of their laughter, Harry hissed to Allison, moving his lips as little as possible, 'Smash shelves—'

'Dumbledore never told you?' Malfoy repeated. 'Well, this explains why you didn’t come earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why—'

'—when I say go—'

'—you didn’t come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording...'

'Did he?' said Harry. Behind him he felt rather than heard Hermione passing his message to the others and he sought to keep talking, to distract the Death Eaters. 'So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?'

'Why?' Malfoy sounded incredulously delighted. 'Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him.'

'And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?'

'About both of you, Potter, about both of you...Haven’t you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?'

Harry stared into the slitted eyeholes through which Malfoy’s gray eyes were gleaming. Was this prophecy the reason Harry’s parents had died, the reason he carried his lightning-bolt scar? Was the answer to all of this clutched in his hand?

'Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me?' he said quietly, gazing at Lucius Malfoy, his fingers tightening over the warm glass sphere in his hand. It was hardly larger than a Snitch and still gritty with dust. 'And he’s made me come and get it for him? Why couldn’t he come and get it himself?'

'Get it himself?' shrieked Bellatrix on a cackle of mad laughter.

'The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on poor old Mr Nott here.'

'So he’s got you doing his dirty work for him, has he?' said Harry. 'Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it—and Bode?'

'Very good, Potter, very good...' said Malfoy slowly. 'But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell—'

'NOW!' yelled Harry.

Six different voices behind him bellowed 'REDUCTO!' Six curses flew in six different directions and the shelves opposite them exploded as they hit. The towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor—

'RUN!' Harry yelled, and as the shelves swayed precariously and more glass spheres began to pour from above, he seized a handful of Tracey’s robes and dragged her forward, one arm over his head as chunks of shelf and shards of glass thundered down upon them. A Death Eater lunged forward through the cloud of dust and Harry elbowed him hard in the masked face. They were all yelling, there were cries of pain, thunderous crashes as the shelves collapsed upon themselves, weirdly echoing fragments of the Seers unleashed from their spheres—

Harry found the way ahead clear and saw Theodore, Canini, and Luna sprint past him, their arms over their heads. Something heavy struck him on the side of the face but he merely ducked his head and sprinted onward; a hand caught him by the shoulder; he heard Tracey shout ‘Bombarda!’ and with a loud bang the hand released him at once.

They were at the end of row ninety-seven; Harry turned right and began to sprint in earnest. He could hear footsteps right behind him and Allison’s voice urging Tracey and Neville on. The door through which they had come was ajar straight ahead, Harry could see the glittering light of the bell jar, he pelted through it, the prophecy still clutched tight and safe in his hand, waited for the others to hurtle over the threshold before slamming the door behind them—

‘Colloportus!’ gasped Tracey and the door sealed itself with an odd squelching noise.

‘Where—where are the others?’ gasped Harry.

He had thought that Canini, Theodore, and Luna had been ahead of them, that they would be waiting in this room, but there was nobody there.

‘They must have taken a wrong turn!’ whispered Tracey, terror in her face.

‘Listen!’ whispered Neville.

Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed. Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and heard Lucius Malfoy roar: ‘Leave Nott behind, leave him, I say, the Dark Lord will not care for Nott’s injuries as much as losing that prophecy, and he can take the blame for what occurs tonight—Jugson, come back here, we need to organize! We’ll split into pairs and search, and don’t forget, be gentle with Potter until we’ve got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary—Bellatrix, Rodolphus, you take the left, Crabbe, Rabastan, go right—Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead—Macnair and Avery, through here—Rookwood, over there—Mulciber, come with me!’

‘What are we going to do?’ Allison asked Harry, trembling from head to foot.

‘Well, we don’t stand here waiting for them to find us, for a start,’ said Harry. ‘Let’s get away from this door…’

They ran, quietly as they could, past the shimmering bell jar where the tiny egg was hatching and unhatching, toward the exit into the circular hallway at the far end of the room. They were almost there when Harry heard something large and heavy collide with the door Tracey had charmed shut.

‘Stand aside!’ said a rough voice. ‘Alohomora!’

As the door flew open, Harry, Allison, Tracey, and Neville dived under desks. They could see the bottom of the two Death Eaters’ robes drawing nearer, their feet moving rapidly.

‘They might’ve run straight through to the hall,’ said the rough voice.

‘Check under the desks,’ said another.

Harry saw the knees of the Death Eaters bend. Poking his wand out from under the desk he shouted, ‘STUPEFY!’

A jet of red light hit the nearest Death Eater; he fell backward into a grandfather clock and knocked it over. The second Death Eater, however, had leapt aside to avoid Harry’s spell and now pointed his own wand at Tracey, who had crawled out from under the desk to get a better aim.

‘Avada—‘

Harry launched himself across the floor and grabbed the Death Eater around the knees, causing him to topple and his aim to go awry.

Neville overturned his desk in his anxiety to help; pointing his wand wildly at the struggling pair he cried, ‘EXPELLIARMUS!’

Both Harry’s and the Death Eater’s wands flew out of their hands and soared back toward the entrance to the Hall of Prophecy; both scrambled to their feet and charged after them, the Death Eater in front and Harry hot on his heels, Neville bringing up the rear, plainly horrorstruck at what he had done. Allison tried to get up to help, but the desk Neville had flipped was pinning her robes, and Tracey was still in a temporary daze from nearly being murdered.

‘Get out of the way, Harry!’ yelled Neville, clearly determined to repair the damage.

Harry flung himself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted, ‘STUPEFY!’

The jet of red light flew right over the Death Eater’s shoulder and hit a glass-fronted cabinet on the wall full of variously shaped hour-glasses. The cabinet fell to the floor and burst apart, glass flying everywhere, then sprang back up onto the wall, fully mended, then fell down again, and shattered—

The Death Eater had snatched up his wand, which lay on the floor beside the glittering bell jar. Harry ducked down behind another desk as the man turned—his mask had slipped so that he could not see, he ripped it off with his free hand and shouted, ‘STUP—‘

‘EBUBLIO!‘ screamed Allison, who had managed to free her robe. The jet of blue light hit the Death Eater in the middle of his chest; he had been encased in a large bubble, and no amount of bashing seemed to pop it. Harry expected the Death Eater to break free instantly after realizing physical force wasn’t helping, but he just kept pounding.

‘Um-um-Accio Wand!’ cried Tracey, finally snapping out of her shock. Harry’s wand flew from a dark corner into her hand and she threw it to him.

‘Thanks,’ he said, ‘right, let’s get out of here—‘

There was a shout from a room nearby, then a crash and a scream.

‘CANINI?’ Harry yelled, turning quickly from the bubbled Death Eater. ‘THEODORE? LUNA?’

‘Harry, I don’t know how much longer the bubble will hold or how long the other will remain stunned, we got to get out of here!’ Allison practically screamed.

Harry wanted to keep looking for the others, but there was no time to argue the point. Harry could hear more footsteps growing louder from the Hall of Prophecy they had just left and knew, too late, that he ought not to have shouted and given away their position.

‘Come on!’ he said again, and leaving the bubbled Death Eater behind, they took off for the door that stood ajar at the other end of the room, leading back into the black hallway.

They had run halfway toward it when Harry saw through the open door two more Death Eaters running across the black room toward them. Veering left he burst instead into a small, dark, cluttered office and slammed the door behind them.

‘Collo—‘ began Tracey, but before she could complete the spell the door had burst open again and the two Death Eaters had come hurtling inside. With a cry of triumph, both yelled, ‘IMPEDIMENTA!’

Harry, Allison, Tracey, and Neville were all knocked backward off their feet. Neville was thrown over the desk and disappeared from view, Tracey smashed into a bookcase and was promptly deluged in a cascade of heavy books, Allison was slammed hard onto the floor, her head hitting the floor; the back of Harry’s head smashed into the stone wall behind him, tiny lights burst in front of his eyes, and for a moment he was too dizzy and bewildered to react.

‘WE’VE GOT HIM!’ yelled the Death Eater nearest Harry, ‘IN AN OFFICE OFF—‘

‘Silencio!’ cried Tracey, and the man’s voice was extinguished. He continued to mouth through the hole in his mask, but no sound came out; he was thrust aside by his fellow.

‘Petrificus Totalus!’ shouted Harry, as the second Death Eater raised his wand. His arms and legs snapped together and he fell forward, facedown onto the rug at Harry’s feet, stiff as a board and unable to move at all.

‘Well done, Trac—‘

But the Death Eater Tracey had just struck silent made a sudden slashing movement with his wand from which flew a streak of what looked like purple flame. It passed right across Tracey’s chest; she gave a tiny ‘wha?’ as though of surprise and then crumpled onto the floor where she lay motionless.

‘TRACEY!’

Harry fell to his knees beside her as Neville crawled rapidly toward her from under the desk, his wand held up in front of him. The Death Eater kicked out hard at Neville’s wand arm as he emerged—his foot broke Neville’s wand in two and connected hard with his arm which gave an audible crack—Neville gave a howl of pain and held his arm close—the Death Eater was stalled once more by Allison, who was still on the floor, grabbing the Death Eater’s legs—he swung his foot backwards and his heel collided with her forehead—her eyes rolled to the top of her head and she collapsed once more. Harry twisted around, his own wand held high, and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wand directly at Harry, who recognized the long, pale, twisted face from the Daily Prophet: Antonin Dolohov, the wizard who had murdered the Prewetts.

Dolohov grinned. With his free hand, he pointed from the prophecy still clutched in Harry’s hand, to himself, then at Tracey.

Though he could no longer speak his meaning could not have been clearer: Give me the prophecy, or you get the same as her…

‘Like you won’t kill us all the moment I hand it over anyway!’ said Harry.

A whine of panic inside his head was preventing him thinking properly. He had one hand on Tracey’s shoulder, which was still warm, yet did not dare look at her properly. Don’t let her be dead, don’t let her be dead, it’s my fault if she’s dead…

‘What ever you do, Harry,’ said Neville fiercely from under a desk, still clutching his injured arm, ‘don’t give it to him!’

Then there was a crash outside the door, and Dolohov looked over his shoulder—the bubbled Death Eater apparently finally broke free and had appeared in the doorway, his fists still red from repeatedly punching the bubble.

Dolohov only turned his head for a second, but Harry seized his chance: ‘PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!’

The spell hit Dolohov before he could block it, and he toppled forward across his comrade, both of them rigid as boards and unable to move an inch.

‘Tracey!’ Harry said at once, shaking her probably more than he should. ‘Tracey, wake up…’

‘What did he do to her?’ said Neville, using his one hood arm to help Allison sit back up as she came too.

‘I dunno…’

Finally remembering what had happened, Allison quickly crawled over to join Harry by Tracey’s side.

‘Move over Harry,’ she said urgently. Harry didn’t want to leave Tracey’s side, but the determination in Allison’s voice compelled him.

Quickly she took ahold of on of Tracey’s wrists firmly in her hands. She stayed there a moment, then worried expression calmed.

‘Her hearts beating and for now it’s steady,’ she said as calmly as she could.

Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed.

‘She’s alive?’

‘Yes, and for now she seems to be stable, but without knowing what hex or curse he hit her with there is nothing I can do. She needs the help of a Healer…’

There was a pause in which Harry listened hard for the sounds of more footsteps, but there was only silence from the next room.

‘I don’t think we have time, but we’re not far from the exit,’ Harry whispered. ‘We’re right next to that circular room…If we can just get you Neville across it and find the right door before any more Death Eaters come, I’ll bet you and Allison can get Tracey up the corridor and into the lift…Then you could find someone…Raise the alarm…’

‘And what are you going do do?’ said Neville, frowning at Harry.

‘I’ve got to find the others,’ said Harry.

‘We should come with you,’ said Allison firmly.

‘But Tracey—‘

‘Theodore and I were right, there is no Ministry employees here and this was all a trap. There is no one in the Ministry right now that can help her so either we leave her here in this closet and hope no Death Eaters find her or we take her with us,’ said Allison in the tone she only uses when matters are life or death.

‘I can help carry her,’ said Neville firmly. He stood up and seized one of Tracey’s arms, glared at Harry, who hesitated, then grabbed the other and helped hoist Tracey’s limp form over Neville’s shoulders.

‘Wait,’ said Harry, snatching up Tracey’s Pear wand from the floor and shoving it into Neville's hand, ‘you’d better take this…’

Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door.

‘My gran’s going do kill be,’ said Neville out of breath, shifting the weight of Tracey on his shoulders and back, ‘that was by dad’s old wand…’

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Ok, i haven't read the book for several months, but when i watched scene in DH-1 that the golden trio fighting in the cafe with 2 death eaters.

And we see that hermione obliviating Dolohov.

Then, how did he get his memory back? if he doesn't have any memory then how did he killed *SPOILER*

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Do you realize how underrated he is? He managed to win against Mad-Eye, and extremely skilled auror in the Department of Mysteries. He made Hermione go unconcious with a non-verbal spell, and he killed Remus. His magical ability matched Bellatrix and Snapes, and was only defeated by Filius Flitwick, the Charms Master and former Duelling Champion.