I hadn’t realized they left until I noticed a much more expensive set of shoes surrounding me. They weren’t talking, or making any noise for that matter. My arm twitched towards where my wand would’ve been automatically. I gasped in pain and they jumped into action.
In a blink of an eye I had crashed down on the other side of the rooms smashing my already smashed shoulder that much more. I screamed in agony. And although it hurt, a lot, it wasn’t enough. They scattered, prepared for a fight worthy of a Potter. But I was determined not to give it to them. I was tired of being classified as a Potter. Sure this is arguably the worst time to come to this conclusion, but better late than never.
They paused momentarily, not sure what their next move should be. They all seemed to be looking around at each other in hopes the answers to their unspoken questions would randomly appear in front of their faces. If I was in my normal mindset I would’ve attacked now, they weren’t expecting it, but I forced my body to stop acting on its own.
I didn’t hear the words being spoken, but I did feel the overwhelming agony that I knew to be linked to the curse I knew none of them had spoken. I screamed and withered in pain. It was intense. It was overwhelming. It was terrible. It was great!
But it stopped all too soon and subconsciously I knew something was off. They were looking around at each other frightened. That couldn’t be right, why should they be afraid? I’m the one who should be scared…
“Why is he still alive?” As much control I had over my body at the moment, it twitched in desire. Desire to throw myself on him and ripe his neck out. But with a great effort I fought it back down. “You can’t even deal with a stupid 16 year old?”
Well in their defense, I’ll be 17 in a week…
“But sir, he’s a Potter…”
“Well he’s definitely not acting like a Potter, so what the hell is your problem?”
“Deal with him or I’ll deal with you.” He turned and slinked out of the room
There was a moment, or more like a minute of silence while we all prepared ourselves.
This is what I wanted. Then why am I so terrified? Why does it feel all so wrong? One of the men stepped out of the tight circle and walked towards me. Well this is it.
“Fine, I’ll do it then,” he snapped. “Chickens,” he muttered as he got closer to me.
He raised his wand a look far from regret in his eyes as he mumbled those damning words', “Advada Keda…”
My mind froze in fear and in that moment my body acted alone and without realizing what I was doing I threw my legs up and onto his chest and with as much strength as I could muster I pushed him backwards. I jumped up and stood in the ready position, daring them to make another move.
I felt rather than saw a flash of colored light whizz past my ear, then another came at my head, and another at my chest. And suddenly I was on the other side of the room, but not because of a curse…I just got there. I froze, but only for a millisecond – I had work to do.
The shortest by far ran at me. I grabbed his wand arm and twisted so he was behind me. I barely noticed the otherwise deafening crack and his scream as his arm broke. I felt the burn of the killer curse flying at me and instinctually spun around and used him as a shield against the otherwise unstoppable curse. I didn’t have time to dwell on what I had done as a growl of anger came from their side of the room.
I grabbed his wand and threw him away. I dove out of their masses of curse all in one movement and shot a couple of stunners, too scared to do anything more than that. I heard a couple thunks as I hit my targets but didn’t take the time to look.
Thunk. My last opponent fell to the floor I looked around in shock as I realized I had won. I had just single handedly fought off, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…7. 7 men. No wait, the picture of them standing in the circle around me flashed across my eyes. There was definitely an even number of men. There were definitely 8. I did another quick sweep with my eyes, still 7.
“Forgetting something?” And although he was behind me I knew it was the same guy that had started the fight. The one who was going to kill me.
Before I could turn around I was ambushed with curses, all meant to kill. Faster than I could’ve ever imagined, I was away from the door and on the other side of him. All the curses I threw at him, he deflected at me quickly sending me to the defensive.
He was much better than the others. But not better than me, no one was. Though I have to say this was an equal fight…
We were both getting hit with the less important and barely dodging the most crippling. BOOM! Something heavy hit my chest and I flew backwards into the wall, completely pinned against the heavy dresser he had materialized.
“Fuck,” I muttered, not yet defeated.
He laughed, “Watch your language.” Soap spuds exploded in my mouth and I gagged and chocked and eventually spat them out in his general direction. This was soo not over.
“Since I’m such a nice guy,” he continued, “I’m gonna let you off easy.”
Now slightly panicked, I squirmed under the heavy wood.
“Don’t be scared, you’ll be with your mommy and daddy soon enough.”
That did it. I screeched and knowing I couldn’t get free as James, I phased into Prongs and smashed the dresser with one powerful kick. He froze in terror and shock. I ran the few steps over to him while he screamed a blood curling scream. I kicked him forcibly down to the floor. His wand flew across the room. He was disarmed. I could stop now. But I didn’t. There was no stopping me now. I jumped on top of him, purposefully breaking his leg. He screeched, screamed and tried to wiggle me off of him, all to no effect. I wasn’t moving. In a moment of shear rage I stabbed my antler into his already cut stomach. He screamed once and every muscle n his body momentarily tightened before becoming jelly. I jumped off of him and flew to his wand, appearing moments later at his side, as a human again, his own wand pointed at him.
I froze like that as I took everything in. I killed him. I knew I shouldn’t think on it. I knew he would’ve, and was going to kill me. I had to kill him to survive. It was self defense. Yet no matter what I said to myself Mad-Eye’s voice still echoed in my head “Don’t become another Ralph Organ.”
“Shut up. I – I had to… Had to…”
A crash from above drove the pity and regret from me and replaced it with anger and confidence. “He deserved it,” I spat in his general direction.
Now, if I planned on living through this, which I did, I’d have to be sneaky. All those people I have to get through could kill me without breaking a sweat. I paced the room thinking. This was what I was good at. This was where I belonged. This was… This was an awesome plan…
A few minutes later I was all set. I was more scared than I’ve ever been in my whole life, but I at least appeared ready. I was dressed in a perfect, though mixed matched, Death Eater outfit. In honor of my last opponent, I used his mask and wand. I conjured a mirror and practiced my best ‘bad guy’ walk to calm my nerves.
“What’s taking so long?” A voice from above called, “I’m coming down!”
“No need,” I called in my best imitation of his voice, which was rather good, if I do say so myself, “I’m on my way.” I took a deep breath and strutted out the door, the mirror disappearing as the door swung shut.
“What took you so long? Where are the others?” Now this voice shocked me. It was so bright, so cheerful, so girly, so familiar…
“Put up a fight,” I grumbled.
“Thought he might, never believed he’d let you guys just kill him.”
“Come on, they’re waiting for you…”
I nodded once with such confidence and familiarity. I turned and swished my cloak in a way that honestly scared me. I was way too good, way too comfortable, way too sure of myself here… I have to get out and quick!