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I’ll Ruddy Kill You Myself


The last straggling students headed to their dormitories for the night were the only ones that saw Alastor Moody running through the halls to the Transfiguration wing. But their eyes followed the Headmaster Standing as he went past, murmurs rising up in his wake. Something’s wrong, the consensus was, Moody’s running through the castle, something terrible’s happened. And an air of expectancy rose up through the walls of Hogwarts, everyone waiting on the edges of their seats to find out who had died - what had the Dark Lord done now - a panic that tensed the muscles and made even the suits of armor uneasy…

“Minerva,” Moody rumbled, stepping into her office.

McGonagall looked up.

“What’s happened?”

“It seems Remus Lupin has gone missing,” McGonagall replied. “For that matter, so have a great many other students; the students we know were working with James Potter.” In her fearful time of waiting for Moody, she’d sent a patronus to the Shrieking Shack, and one to Gryffindor common room, and her fears had been confirmed, though she wondered how Remus was among them, given that it was the full moon…

Moody scowled.

“Mr. Potter was here, just a few moments before I sent the patronus for you.” McGonagall pointed to the floo powder on her desk, “He used the Floo Network but I don’t know where he went.”

Moody slumped over to the fireplace and knelt down, drawing his wand, and commanded, “Priori destino.” The embers glowed green and shivering for a moment… and a small puff of smoke rose up. Moody stood up, turning to McGonagall, “Wherever it is, there’s a Fidelus Charm in place.” He paced slowly.

McGonagall’s lower jaw shook slightly from nerves. She was clutching the tea cup. “What do we do?”

“We get Albus,” Moody answered, and he hurried for the door.

Distraught, McGonagall hurried for the desk to put down the teacup and her foot caught on the carpet and she tripped. Moody turned and caught her, but the teacup slipped from her hands… falling to the floor and smashing. “No!” she gasped, and she knelt to pick up the pieces.




“What you saw was the future… the prophecy has been sealed. The killer is known. James Potter will die at the hand of the Dark Lord!”

Sirius’s reaction was an anger so absolute that he was nearly blinded by the hatred he felt for that ghost. “REDUCTO!” he bellowed, and the spell flew across the room, passing through the ghost and striking the wall behind, rebounding back, making Sirius, Peter, Frank, and Ali all need to duck as the spell flew over their heads and hit a shelf across the room, sending objects to the floor rolling and clattering about.

Frank choked out, “So wait… wait. James isn’t dead then? So where is James now then?”

And suddenly the fireplace glowed lime green and from it stumbled Lily Evans and James Potter, dusty with ashes from the hearth and disheveled from all they’d already been through.

“JAMES!” Sirius had never been so bloody glad to see somebody in all his life.

James looked up at Sirius, but saw the apparition just beyond him. “Ferfuckssake! I thought we were done with this!” he exclaimed and before she could see it, James turned and caught Lily up, “Don’t look, Evans,” he said, turning her protectively.

“What? What is it?” she asked, a panicked expression on her face.

“THE CHOSEN ONE… SHALL BRING HOPE…. TO THE DARKNESS!” And again - the loud ringing filled the room, and with a brilliant explosion, the apparition disappeared once more. Lily shrieked and Ali’s jaw dropped as Frank turned to grab onto her and Peter cast a shield charm out of his panic, blocking them all from the bits of clockwork that shattered across the room as Sirius stared on, wide-eyed. The cogs and wheels bounced back off Peter’s protego and fell to the floor in a thick pile of pieces there on the carpet.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius whispered in the silence that followed. “That codger’s even madder dead than he was alive!”

“He came from the Divination Classroom,” James said.

Sirius turned on the ball of his feet suddenly and shoved between Peter and Frank and Ali, running to James and pushed Lily out of the way, throwing his arms around James himself. “You have no fucking idea how incredibly glad I am to see you,” he exclaimed, and he clutched James to him fiercely. “Don’t you ever -- EVER -- dare do this to me again, Potter, or I’ll ruddy kill you myself.”

“Do what?” James asked, confused.

Sirius was too emotional to explain, he just squeezed James all the harder before letting go.

Suddenly, the door busted open and in came Jasper Odair and Marlene McKinnon, “There you lot are,” Marlene said. “Hey! James! Lily! You made it. You won’t believe what we’ve done - we’ve captured Druella Black!”

“What!” Lily exclaimed, “You haven’t! Really?”

“Yes! She’s downstairs. Alabastar and Andy have her in a binding charm!”

James looked at Sirius, “And Remus? Is he alright?”

“He’s not here,” Frank said, worried.

Sirius stared at James and Lily each with a meaningful expression on his face. “Greyback’s in the basement.”

James glanced at Lily, then back to Sirius. “What do we do?”

Sirius answered, “You lot need to get rid of Druella Black before she can escape.”

“We could take her back to Hogwarts and let Moody deal with her!” Peter suggested, feeling his role of leader fading off quickly now that Sirius and James were reunited.

“Bring Druella Black to Hogwarts? That’s a bloody terrible idea!” said Jasper Odair. “Are you mental?”

“No, I - I just thought maybe Moody --” Peter stammered, but James interrupted him.

“We should take her to the Ministry. I know where the entrances are,” he said, “There’s one not far from here.”

“Good one, James,” Sirius replied.

But it was at that very moment that a shout went up from downstairs and the cracking and booms of magic being used in battle and Sirius ran forward, not even noticing the glass orb that lay in the wrecked remains of the clock pieces, a little tag hanging from the glass… None of them noticed it, they ran on out into the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

The Order members were in a cluster around Druella Black, who was still tied up… but from the fireplace had emerged Orion Black. Andy Woodhouse reacted first this time, his protego maxima quivering before them all as Orion Black shouted hex after hex, struggling against the shield charm, his face angry and contorted with hatred…

“NO! EXPELLIARMUS!” Sirius shouted as he entered the room and saw his father there. The wand nearly came out of Orion’s fist, but he caught it again at the last second.

“My son!” Orion shouted in a mock greeting of happiness. He quickly cracked his wand in Sirius’s direction. “AVADA --”

“STUPEFY!” shouted Peter, but his aim was terrible. He hit a pan above Orion’s head instead of Orion himself, but it was enough to make the pan fall from it’s place and hit Orion in the shoulder blade - hard.

Orion growled and aimed for Peter, “Pugnus!” and Peter’s face exploded as though he’d been brutally punched and he fell to the floor, clutching it as blood spurted horribly.

“STUPEFY!” James shouted at exactly the same time that Frank and Lily both did, too, and the result was the three spells shooting over Orion’s head, exploding against the far wall as Orion cackled.

Orion didn’t miss a beat, he aimed for Sirius again. “AVADA KEDA--”

“Pugnus!” yelled Andy Woodhouse from behind Orion.

Orion hissed and he turned, anger in his gut, “CAECUS!” he bellowed and a let of red light shot into Andy’s face and Andy was thrown backward into the wall so hard that the wood shook. He slumped to the floor.

“ANDY!” Frank ran forward to his friend.

Orion raised his wand, “AVADA --”

“THAT’S MY MAN!” shrieked Ali, “PROTEGO!” and her shield charm went between Orion and Frank… the spell richocheted off of it, flying back across the room and only just barely missing hitting Orion himself, instead, striking the sink behind him, exploding it, and water began to spray about the room.

Below, in the basement, the wolves were howling, adding an eerie air to the battle.

Frank and Ali both ran to Andy Woodhouse and, half her bindings now loose, Druella struggled against Alabastar Jackson as the others converged onto Orion Black. “I can’t see,” choked Andy desperately, grappling the air before him, “I can’t see!” He sounded horrified.

“Help! One of you help me with her!” begged Alabastar as Druella overpowered her bindings, throwing Alabastar back so that he fell against the floor. “Incarcerous! he tried, desperately, but she’d become too strong now and she waved her wand and the ropes he’d produced turned back upon himself and Alabastar let out a cry.

Annalee and Maryrose turned to help Alabastar.

Suddenly there were a good many cracks from the fireplace as people began to pour in from the lime green frames, dressed in dark hooded cloaks with skull-like masks covering their faces… The friends of the Dark Lord were arriving, one by one by one, and Orion Black grinned. “We’re in trouble now, aren’t we?” he hissed, and he leaped forward, brandishing his wand at his son once more.

In all the commotion that followed - all the spells that flew left and right, striking people down in flashes of light and smoke - Sirius and James found themselves facing off Orion Black in a sort of duel. Orion sent spell after spell at the pair of them, each taking it in turn to retaliate, but each shot fired against Orion blocked and answered and only just barely blocked by the other boy.

Suddenly, there was a very terrible energy that filled the room. The lights went out, plunging them all into absolute darkness. Everyone froze as though caught up in full body binds, none were able to move - good or bad.

“That is quite enough,” came a voice through the darkness.

The Dark Lord had arrived.