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It's Tuesday afternoon here, but the wonderful @ashesandhackles and @starlingflight tagged me in Six Sentence Sunday. Here is a work in progress to my Tonks fic:
Tonks leaned against the cold hospital wall, tapping her fingers behind her in a steady rhythm as she watched the sight in front of her with amusement. Mad-Eye, who had reluctantly accepted the nurse’s examination for the evening, had now begun to swat at her like a pesky fly.
‘Leave me, woman!’ He shouted, keeping a suspicious eye on the thermometer she had just pulled out.
Tonks bit back a laugh just as the nurse marched out of the room, muttering to herself about ungrateful patients.
Pushing herself off the wall, Tonks took a seat in one of the nearby chairs. ‘Making friends I see.’
Mad-Eye scoffed, and began tugging at the tubes of Pepperup drips from his arm.
‘You really shouldn’t, Alastor-’ Kingsley made to stop him, but was cut short when Mad-Eye held up the dangling tubes he had just ripped out.
‘Right, let’s get to it then,’ He said, tossing them into the trash.
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lol it’s more than 6 sentences - my apologies.
I think everyone has already been tagged, so everyone hop along! If you have a WIP this is your sign to keep working at it! *cheerleads for you
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Hi guys! A new imagine, I guess we can say it’s angsty... Also, I changed a few details for this story... Anyways, hope you enjoy and share your thoughts!
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The darkness of the night had already covered Privet Drive when we arrived. Adjusting my position on my broom, I glanced at my boyfriend, Fred Weasley. He was next to me, slightly behind as he kept glancing at me too. He seemed as worried as I was. Not because of our little flight with some members of the Order - no, it was totally wonderful - but because something way more dangerous was going to happen. Harry needed another protection since the one given by his mother would disappear soon. Our mission was simple: bring Harry safe to the Burrow. However, the plan was way more difficult. Basically, it involved Polyjuice potion, six Harry-soon-to-be, seven protectors and seven houses, along with, of course, the Burrow which was strongly protected with powerful spells.
Harry seemed delighted to see his closest friends, but he was also surprised. He didn’t know about the new plan, and Mad-Eye explained him what was going to happen. In the meantime, Fred and I were holding hands and examining the living room. A few years ago, Fred, George, Mr Weasley and Ron had burst into this room destroying the mantelpiece. The same day, the twins had given a Ton-Tongue Toffee to Dudley, Harry’s cousin. I could still remember their laughter when they had told me about this. I made eye contact with my boyfriend, and I immediately knew that he was thinking the same thing as me: These happy times seem so far from us…
Our thoughts vanished when George snapped his fingers between our faces with a smirk on his face.
“Sorry to disturb lovebirds, but Death Eaters are waiting for us.”
“Yeah, it would be a shame to be late.” I replied.
With a sigh, I followed the twins and we placed ourselves next to Fleur. Mad-Eye grabbed six glasses and filled them with Polyjuice Potion, which contained now Harry’s hair. We were gonna drink them, as disgusted as we were, when Fred screamed.
“Wait!”
Without losing a second, he grabbed my waist, pulled me towards him and kissed me as if it was our last chance to show our love to the other one. He was holding me as close to him as possible, his arms on my back, while my hands were lost on his hair. I tried desperately to print in my brain the softness of his ginger hair, the taste of his lips against mine, the sound of his little moans, but above all, I wanted to remember the way my heart would beat faster when he was around, and the way I loved him.
I didn’t want him to break the kiss but he did, and he whispered while his forehead was resting against mine:
“Whatever happens, I love you. Forever, Y/N, you hear me?”
“I love you too, Fred, forever and ever.”
“Are you done? We have a plan to follow.” Mad-Eye’s stern voice destroyed our little bubble.
“Why didn’t you wait for our actual departure for your heart-wrenching goodbye?” George spoke.
“When we’ll both have Harry’s face? No, thanks.”
Mad-Eye, obviously annoyed, gestured us and we drank the Polyjuice Potion. Being friend with the twins since what felt like forever - and having tried a lot of their products when they still weren’t fully developed - I would have thought that I knew what an uncomfortable sensation would be. Well, I was wrong. Nothing had prepared me to feel my bowels burning, nor to the strong impression that I was literally melting. The transformation was quite painful. When it finally finished, I looked at my, no, at Harry’s hands. They were larger than mine and the skin was slightly lighter. It was strange, and, when I looked up to see six other Harry in the room, it felt worse. I couldn’t imagine how the real Harry was feeling. Once every Potter dressed, Mad-Eye paired us off.
“You’re gonna leave in the following order: Y/N, with me on a broom; Arthur and Fred…”
“I’m George, not Fred.” My idiotic yet adorable boyfriend tried to lighten the mood, much to the former auror’s annoyment.
Three minutes before the departure, everyone left the comfortable house. I followed Tonks, nervously biting my lips, and suddenly Fred’s voice resounded in the night.
“Y/N? Where are you?”
I turned around and spotted the Harry next to Bill frantically looking for me. I rushed towards him and engulfed him into a hug. It felt so wrong because I felt Harry’s body, not Fred’s, but I didn’t mind because I knew who was in there. At this moment, and for the first time since I had volunteered for this mission, I became aware of the fact that it could be the last time I saw Fred. What if he died? What if I died?
“Don’t die, Y/N, oh please, don’t die…”
It was a sort of litany, a complaint marked with fear. He thought I was in danger -well, in a bigger danger than him - because my protector was Mad-Eye, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would think the real Harry would travel with the best auror. I had tried to reassure him, I told him that I would be perfectly fine because Mad-Eye was the best.
“Be careful, Fred, I’m begging you…”
My voice was filled with the tears I didn’t want to shed. My hands were clutching his jacket, not wanting to let him go, not wanting to let him put himself in danger. I had never been more afraid. Hearing Mad-Eye’s voice alerting us that it was almost time, the panic rose in me and I found myself whispering furiously the names of my favourite twins, of the boys who had supported me all my life, my boyfriend and my best friend. A Harry came instantaneously and, assuming it was George, I grabbed both boys’ arms.
“Be careful boys, I want to see you alive at the Burrow, alive and unharmed, okay?”
They both nodded, George ruffling my hair and whispering to me to stay safe too, and Fred holding tightly my hand, not wanting to let me go. But we didn’t have the choice, and we broke the contact. It felt horrible, as if by letting go his hand, I was saying goodbye to Fred and I wouldn’t see him again.
I took my broom and placed myself next to Mad-Eye. He slightly turned his head and whispered a strange order.
“If Death Eaters are waiting for us, I want you to use only one spell.”
“Which one?” I was confused.
“Expelliarmus.”
We had been betrayed. Someone knew, and someone told He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that we would transfer Harry this night. Death Eaters were waiting for us, and as soon as the seven pairs separated, they started to follow us. Twelve Death Eaters were behind us. Green flashes of light invaded the dark sky. At first, I tried to dodge them, but I gave up and obeyed Mad-Eye’s order.
“Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!”
I shouted as quickly as possible, trying to disarm our pursuers. I couldn’t understand why my protector had ordered me to use only that spell, whereas I knew plenty others that would have been much more effective. Suddenly, a deadly spell hit Mad-Eye. He, the toughest auror, was dead and was now falling, his body similar to a rag doll. A scream escaped my lips as I vainly tried to reach him.
Suddenly, a black cloud, apparently made of smoke, appeared next to me. The only thing I could see was his red eyes, snake eyes, and his wand pointed on me. A pure terror took hold of me, I didn’t know how to react as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was facing me. The only thought I could manage was that the plan had succeeded, he thought I was Harry, and the real one would be -
Suddenly, all was black.
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The lands around the Burrow were awfully quiet. Everything looked normal, as if a very dangerous mission, almost suicidal, wasn’t ongoing.
The first one to arrive was the real Harry. Unaware of the losses he would have to face later, Hedwig’s one still not fully accepted. Soon, others arrived. George, who was slowly becoming himself again, had lost an ear. An awfully great amount of blood was covering his face and his neck. The other teams arrived one by one. When Fred rushed into the house, following his father, his heart pounding, one of his greatest fears came true.
George was lying on the couch, unconscious, his hair and clothes still soiled by dried blood, and his stomach twisted when he saw the hole where his brother’s ear should have been. He was speechless. His brain couldn’t process what had happened to his twin and he was unable to think about something else.
George woke up and pulled some joke about his ear, clearly trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t know that two teams were still missing, Bill, Fleur, Mad-Eye and Y/N’s absence becoming more and more worrying.
“Where is Y/N?”
Her name had popped into Fred’s head, and immediately his heart started pounding again against his rib-cage. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and he violently stood up.
“Where is she?” He was screaming. “WHERE IS SHE?”
No one responded. His mother’s teary gaze met his. She wasn’t there. Fred fell on his knees, his hands slowly reaching his hair, where her hands had been sooner. Tears were slowly falling from his eyes. He knew something bad had happened to her. It was evident. He should have been the last to reach the Burrow with his father, and four persons were still missing. He didn’t even realize that Bill was kneeled in front of him, a hand on his shoulder and his face also covered in tears.
“Fred, Mad-Eye is dead… They took her.”
His world broke into a thousand pieces, along with his heart.
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He was furious. Yes, furious because none of his Death Eaters had been able to understand their mistake. He was walking slowly towards the Malfoy’s manor, the snake close to him as he triturated the wand he had taken from Lucius Malfoy, this incapable. Pain.
His fury was increasing while he was walking. When he had understood that their prisoner wasn’t Potter, he had tried to reach him, but he was too late. And the wand hadn’t surpassed Potter’s one. Ollivander would have some explanations to do. Burning sensation.
She was tied up on the floor, Potter’s clothes still on her, and she was looking him in the eyes. She was smirking. This little girl was smirking at him.
“You’re not Potter.” His voice was deeper, thanks to his rage.
“It seems pretty obvious.”
Even in this difficult position, she showed arrogance and pride. She knew, this filthy kid, she knew that Potter was safe and out of reach. Fear.
He turned his back, watching alternately each Death Eater present in the room. Disgusted by their panic, he turned again to see her.
“Who are you?”
“Y/N Y/L/N, not a pleasure to meet you.” Stop this!
“Maybe you want to give us some informations, who knows, it could save your life.”
She smirked. Y/N NO!
“I won’t. I have the feeling that you are furious because Harry has humiliated you once more. You are unable to beat him. You won’t succeed.”
He lost his temper.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Harry opened his eyes. Everyone was watching him. He was facing Fred. He was crying and watching straight into Harry’s eyes. Deep down, he knew. Fred knew what had just happened.
“She’s dead.”
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The two men were facing each other. They weren’t even trying to hide their hatred. The one with scars all over his face grumbled.
“Why are we here?”
“You’re gonna bring Potter to somewhere safe. When? Where?”
“Why should I respond?”
“Because the Dark Lord wants to know.”
Mad-Eye glared suspiciously at Snape.
“The next week. Saturday. To the Burrow.”
Snape nodded. He was obviously thinking fast, his eyes narrowed and fixed on the auror without seeing him.
“What’s the plan?”
“Side-Along Apparition. I’ll go -”
“No.” Snape interrupted. “Thicknesse is under the Dark Lord’s influence. It’s impossible. You must use Polyjuice Potion, in order to have seven Potters instead of one. They won’t know. You won’t take the real Potter with you, take someone...unimportant… This person will have to be on a broom and use the Disarming Charm. The Death Eaters will think it’s him.”
“You want to sacrifice someone?” Mad-Eye hissed.
“You want to save Potter? You want to defeat the Dark Lord?”
Mad-Eye stayed silent. As awful as it seemed, Snape was right. Someone’s life had to be sacrificed if he wanted Potter to be safe. No one had to know. This conversation would stay a secret.
“I have to go. I will tell the Dark Lord that Potter will be transferred next saturday. I will tell him I think he’s gonna travel with you. Good luck, Mad-Eye.”
