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Chapter 9

A Demented Party


“Where is everyone?” Harry asked as they walked to Vero’s house. She had gone to pick him up after she had stopped by Becca’s. They were supposed to pick Nancy up at home.

“We’re meeting them at the pub, remember? But Nancy was supposed to be here.” She said as they headed towards the dark house and frowned. “Maybe she left a note.” She said unlocking the door.

“Do we have to go right away?” Harry asked pulling her to him and kissing her cheek. She smirked at him.

“Hey, no eating in front of the hungry!” Becca said, and playfully smacked Harry on the arm.

“OW!”

“You guys should…” Vero said as she opened the door but was startled when she flicked on the light switch.

“SURPRISE!!!” The lights went on and the trio jumped at seeing everyone.

“Didn’t expect this, did ya!?” Chaffy asked walking to Harry and slapping him on the back, then leaned over and kissed Becca.

“This is great!” Vero exclaimed, excited.

“Ron, Hermione?” Harry said feeling surprised to see his two friends here.

“Hello!”

“Nancy told me about this party the last time we were here, so we exchanged numbers and she called me. I told Ron about it, so here we are a little before schedule.” Hermione said, She was glad to see Harry seemed happy to see them.

“Yeah, mate. Wouldn’t miss your party.” Ron said then he added in a hushed tone “Your Muggle friends are so cool!” he said and Hermione smacked him.

“RON! What did I tell you? Don’t act like a Wizard” She scolded him, hissing in a low voice and flicked his head.

“All right!” he scowled at her rubbing the spot where she had hit him.

“And don’t be drinking any Muggle beer… I don’t want to have to drag you home. This Muggle beer isn’t like Butterbeer” She said pointing to his unopened beer bottle.

“All right!” he hissed at her and scowled as he set the beer down on a table.

“This is great!” Harry said ignoring the fact that they were at it again and guided them to the living room, “I have all my best mates together.” He added.

More people were arriving at the party, and a blonde haired boy made a beeline to Hermione.

“Hello there.” He said, and she rolled her eyes. He had been after her last time but she wasn’t interested. His slick blonde hair reminded her too much of Malfoy, although he didn’t look like him.

“Joseph.” She said coolly then tried to ignore him but he didn’t seem to get the hints. Harry noticed Ron was fuming and while Hermione was not looking he grabbed a beer and fiddled with the opening. Someone told him it was a twist-off and helped him. Ron took a swig of his beer and glared at Hermione and the blond boy. Harry groaned; this was going to be some party.

Forty five minutes later Ron was out of his head and could no longer walk. Harry and Hermione were dragging him upstairs.

“I can’t believe him!” Hermione yelled.

“Yer ffsso pretty when yur angry,” Ron slurred at her. He had made the mistake of getting into a Muggle drinking game with Chaffy.

“Argh, I told you not to drink!” She said opening the door to Vero’s room.

“He’ll be fine, he just needs to sleep it off.” Harry rolled his eyes. He hoped Hermione wouldn’t start with her ranting. They hoisted Ron onto the bed and he immediately passed out.

“Well, well, well…” someone said behind them

“If it isn’t Ikkle Ronnikins.” the other voice added.

“Fred, George!” Hermione exclaimed when she saw them entering the room.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked, surprised.

“Well, we heard all about this Muggle party for Harry so we had to come.” Fred said grinning.

“What if someone sees you?” Hermione asked, looking at their clothing.

“Don’t worry, we put a charm on, only Wizards and Witches and magical beings can see us or hear us. Looks like quite the party down there.” George responded.

“I should have known; only a Weasley twin would have pulled a prank like that!” Hermione scolded them. She was about to say more but was interrupted by Veronica.

“There you are!” Veronica said coming into the room. “Ron can’t hold his liquor, huh?” She asked smiling at seeing Ron on her bed. “Who are you?” She said, noticing the twins.

They all looked at her with surprise.

“You can see us?” The twins asked in unison and with surprise.

“Of course I can see you, I’m not blind!” She replied annoyed. “Harry, do you know these people?”

“Er, yeah… they’re Ron’s brothers.” he said dumbfounded. She was a Witch?

“Oh, why haven’t you introduced them to anyone!? You do look like Ron.” She said smiling at them. She then noticed that they were just staring at her.

“What?” She asked.

“You’re a Witch!” Fred blurted out.

“Excuse me!?” Vero asked shocked and they saw her bewildered angry look. She began screaming something in Spanish that they could not understand, but by the tone of voice they felt they probably didn’t want to understand, she then switched to English “Look, I don’t know who the hell you think you are to be insulting me…” She then stopped suddenly…

Everyone just stared at her confused. One moment she seemed angrier than the spawn of satan in hell the next she was shocked into silence, the colour drained from her face. “Did you say bitch?”

“No… he said Witch.” Hermione clarified.

Veronica had noticed the robes on Fred and George. She stared dumbfounded for a second then she exclaimed “Oh my GOD, you’re Wizards!” She said and pointed to the twins.

“We all are.” Fred replied in a puzzled voice, indicating everyone.

“WHAT!?” Vero turned to Harry. “You’re a Wizard! Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, bewildered.

“I thought you were a Muggle!” He replied equally confused, “Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“I thought you were a Muggle!!” She answered back.

“How can any Witch think that Harry Potter is a Muggle?” George asked, perplexed and scratching his head.

“Why in the hell am I supposed to know Harry Potter is a Wizard? Is he famous or something?” She retorted annoyed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Fred retorted looking at her with wide eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of The Boy Who Lived? Have you been living under a rock all this time?” Hermione asked sarcastically, although she too had never heard of Harry Potter until the day she received her Hogwarts letter.

Veronica’s face went white with shock.

“You… You are The Boy Who Lived?” She asked, not quite believing it. Now she clearly remembered why that scar made her ponder about something she was supposed to know about it.

“So you know about me?” Harry asked now annoyed. Had she been playing him all along?

“I know of The Boy Who Lived, but I really didn’t remember his name!” She answered back defensively.

“How can you NOT know that The Boy Who Lived is Harry frigging Potter!?” George questioned unconvinced.

Vero’s face began to turn a dark shade of red, and she was so mad that she began to shake. “MY PARENTS REFUSED TO LET ME GO TO MAGICAL SCHOOL, INSTEAD I HAD TO GO TO MUGGLE SCHOOL DURING THE DAY, AND WAS HOME SCHOOLED ON MAGIC. I WAS TOLD THE STORY OF THE BOY WHO LIVED WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, BUT THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO. I REALLY DIDN’T CARE EITHER, SO EXCUSE ME FOR NOT REMEMBERING THE FUCKING NAME. I DIDN’T KNOW MAGIC WAS THAT COMMON, I HAVEN’T EVEN LOOKED FOR ANYTHING MAGICAL SINCE I DROPPED FROM MUGGLE SCHOOL AND LEFT HOME! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT HARRY POTTER, WHO WORKS IN CONSTRUCTION AND LIVES ON PRIVET DRIVE IS A WIZARD?!” She said now yelling in anger, and then turned to Harry. “AND YOU! YOU’VE BEEN LYING TO ME ALL ALONG!”

Now it was Harry’s turn to yell back, “YOU’VE BEEN LYING TO ME TOO!!!”

“Vero, Harry calm down…” Hermione pleaded. She had seen it when these two got into arguments and they were far worse than anything she and Ron ever amounted to. She had never before seen Harry fight with someone like that, not even her, not even last year when he was so short tempered.

“I HAVE NEVER MET SOMEONE WHO WAS A WITCH OR WIZARD WHO DIDN’T KNOW MY LIFE STORY, SO EXCUSE ME FOR NOT KNOWING YOU ARE A WITCH WHEN YOU DON’T ACT LIKE ONE!” He yelled.

Just then, Michael Dobsen, the man Lucy had invited to the party, burst into the room. He had his wand in his hand.

They all turned to face him and were shocked to see him carrying a wand.

“Downstairs. NOW!”

“Bloody hell…” Harry said noticing Michael’s wand and took out his own, and pointed it at him.

“DEMENTORS… swarms of them are coming this way! Get your wands out.” Donovan replied calmly as if it was some everyday occurrence but they had still all detected a certain panic in his voice.

Just then the lights began to flicker.

“Dementors?” Vero asked confused. “What are Dementors?” They didn’t have dementors in Central America. She moved to the bed and felt underneath the nightstand. Her wand was attached with a Sticking Charm.

“COME ON!” Harry said grabbing her arm and headed to the door.

“WAIT! We need to get Ron!” Hermione screamed and was going to turn around to go back for him, but noticed Fred and George were levitating him between them. They raced down the steps.

Expecto Patronum

Someone yelled from outside just as they came rushing down the steps. Harry noticed the people in the living room were all confused; some were screaming others were shaking bewildered as the lights flickered and dimmed and suddenly everything went dark. They could all feel a coldness creep upon them and images began to flash in their minds. Muggles could not see Dementors, but they could feel them.

“$#!&” Donovan cursed as he looked out the window.

“We have to help!” Harry screamed racing to the door. Only the wizards in the room could see the silver Patronuses trying to fight dementors outside.

“What is going on?” Becca asked, trembling in fear.

Donovan shot a spell at the door. “I can’t let you out there Harry! There are too many of them!” He said then turned to a wall and pulled out a piece of chalk, and drew a door, “Our best chance is to get out!” he said. “The Cell” He yelled at the door and the outline glowed green and a real door appeared. He then whipped his wand around and yelled “[i]Somnus[/i]!”

“IN HERE NOW!” He yelled opening the door and light streamed into the room from the room on the other side of the new door.

“What is that spell?” Harry asked watching his friends walk like zombies through the door.

“It’s a hypnotizing spell, only works on Muggles.” Hermione replied.

Donovan yelled, “Quit standing there, through here NOW!” He urged.

Fred went through the door with a passed out Ron levitated in front of him.

About twenty Dementors were now passing through the broken windows.

Expecto Patronum!” Harry yelled and a silver stag erupted from his wand.

Hermione conjured her otter and Donovan also yelled the incantation. A gigantic wolf erupted from his wand and joined the fight, along with the ones that Fred and George conjured as they returned from the other side of the door after leaving Ron passed out on the floor.

Donovan began ushering Hermione into the room, then the twins. He turned to Veronica, who was rooted to her spot in fear, her wand quivering in her hand. Dark Arts was a subject her parents had refused to let tutors teach her. She had never seen anything like this before, and she was trembling in fear. She slumped to the ground in a panic, trying to shut the voices in her head and the memories that were flooding in.

Harry had conjured another stag. He noticed Michael pick up Veronica from the floor and drag her into the room. Harry conjured yet another Patronus. “Harry, COME ON!” Donovan yelled at him. They were the only ones left in the room, and the Patronuses were beginning to fade.

Harry was almost passing through the threshold when he remembered his guard. “Patrick and Jane are outside!” He yelled.

“Harry, I’ll get them!” Donovan pulled Harry into the door and flung him to the people gathered then went back to the house and slammed the door which disappeared.

He turned around and saw more Dementors coming his way.

Expecto Patronum Armare.” He said pointing the wand to himself. He fervently hoped this Merlin damned spell worked or he was as good as dead! It had yet to be cleared as 100% safe to be published to the Ministry.

A silver orb enveloped him, creating a protective shield around him. The Dementors tried to break through the shield and fed from the energy of the orb. Donovan was relieved to see that indeed it worked but he could feel the drain in energy. He pushed his way, advancing through the swarm of Dementors. He muttered the spell again to reinforce his protection. The spell had recently been finalised and it had been tested successfully on three Dementors at once. Research was still yet to be done on the effects of a greater number of Dementors. It was hard enough trying to trap one Dementor and keep it captive without losing souls to them. Many times they were forced to destroy the Dementors in attempt to save the subjects. They currently only had three Dementors under their hands. Garrett will be pleased with my report, he thought sarcastically… if this thing didn’t fail and he made it out with his soul intact.

Donovan raced outside and found the bodies of Harry’s guards. He was too late, they had been Kissed already. He dragged the woman, Jane, towards the other man and picked up a rock. The Dementors were now all crowding around him, trying hard to break the shield.

Portus Untractus.” He said the spell for an untraceable Portkey and pointed his wand to the small pebble. The stone glowed blue and vibrated before lying still in his hand. He grabbed Patrick’s hand and pressed the rock onto his palm, then placed Jane’s hand on top of it. He conjured some binding, lashing their hands together against the Portkey, and with his wand tapped the hands. “One... two... three.” Donovan said and the two bodies disappeared.

Donovan created another Portkey for himself and thrust it in his pocket. There was no way that he would have an opportunity like this again, so he was going to try and trap all of them, or as many as he could. Donovan concentrated hard and after a few moments he levitated from the ground a few feet. The use of his magical energy to open a gateway to the Dementor holding cell was draining the power from the shielding orb. The Dementors crowded against him and renewed their efforts to break the shield when they sensed the spell weakening.

The tarmac directly under Donovan began to melt and to move in a circular fashion. A small hole began to appear in the centre and it began emitting a tiny bright golden ray of light which grew rapidly as a whirlpool expanded on the street. At the sight of this the dementors began to flee. Donovan felt the Patronus shield charm collapse around him as he grabbed onto the street lamp post and braced himself. The Dementors were too preoccupied with escaping to notice he was unprotected. Donovan felt as air began to be sucked into the whirlpool. The gust of wind was strong and Donovan held onto the pole with all his might as the swarms of Dementors began to be sucked in to the golden light emanating from the gateway. He screamed as pain engulfed him, the sheer number of Dementors passing through the gap was consuming his magical energy. Never had he attempted to trap so many Dementors at once and he hoped he could survive the attempt. He also tried to maintain his grip. He didn’t want to be sucked in with the Dementors or when he came to the other side he would be defenceless. The Dementor holding cell was no place for a Wizard.

“Holy Merlin!”

Donovan heard someone scream from a distance, although how he heard it, he was not sure. The noise streaming from the portal, in addition to the horrible screams from the Dementors, was drowning all other sounds. He prayed that no one was stupid enough to get too close to be caught by the pull. Any muggle passing by the street would be buffeted by the wind, but they were not at risk of being sucked in, nor could they see anything except a man clinging to a light post. Magical beings on the other hand…

Donovan was drenched in sweat and felt the strength of his arms giving just as the last Dementor was sucked in and the tarmac whirlwind closed. The pavement returned to normal once more. Donovan fell several feet to the ground landing flat on his back. He had tried to lower himself down, but he had very little energy left. He turned his head and he could see a group of people running towards him. They had Apparated outside the anti-Apparition field. He recognised them immediately as being from the Order and Aurors from the Ministry. He didn’t wait for them to reach him. He put his hand in his pocket. One… two… three…, he formed the thoughts in his head and just as Remus was about to reach him, Donovan felt the familiar pull on his navel and disappeared.

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