Chapter 19 – Fight Fire with Fire
The Weasley household was one, which could be only be described as unusual, the members of the family were quite peculiar in nature. There was Arthur Weasley the father, who was a little eccentric when it came to anything that concerns muggles, even anything as small and simple as a rubber duck.
Then there was Bill the eldest of the brothers who was a curse breaker at Gringotts, then Charlie who was a dragon tamer. Next the Twins, Fred and George were a bunch of overgrown kids who loved to play pranks and make people laugh. Not to forget the two other siblings Ron and Ginny, Ron was a chess master, if someone wanted a strategist Ron would be the man. And lastly the young and beautiful Ginerva Weasley or better known as Ginny, she was a mixture of the twins mischievousness as well as the fiery temper of her mother.
Now people must be wondering why I missed out two other Weasley's, Mrs. Weasley's was a warm loving mother, one who almost every kid would love to have, unless the kid was a troublemaker.
Now the last missing Weasley, Percy had more or less abandoned his family in the quest to fulfill his thirst for power, not in those evil ways but power in the political circles of the Ministry. So lets not talk about him.
Also to grace this house for the vacation was the young and talented Ms. Hermione Granger, known to be one of the smartest witches to have ever graced the halls of Hogwarts in centuries.
Now this perfect family lived in a not so perfect home, but if anyone asked whether they would like to live somewhere else, there answer would probably be a negative one.
The Burrow was mostly a run down place, which looked as if it was ready to collapse, and it would have if it weren't for the magic tied to the house, which was sustaining it.
Now this loving family was having a somewhat peaceful dinner in their kitchen, by somewhat peaceful I mean that, the meal was peaceful until Fred dropped something in Ron's soup, which had him turning into every color of the rainbow. Now the peacefulness was obviously shattered by the ear-piercing screams, which could be heard from the Weasley matriarch that was directed towards the twins.
As I said before this might have seemed odd to some third party, but then the members of the Weasley family were quite used to it.
So like any other night, the screams were still being directed towards the twins when suddenly the alarms of the wards falling around the burrow resounded in the kitchen.
Their attention was driven away from the alarm, when they heard another sound, which chilled them to their very bones and made the blood drown out from their face, because they all hoped that they would never hear that particular sound in their entire lives. The sound was coming from their clock, which was more like another alarm but one which sounded more sinister, they noticed that all the hands which were before pointing home for the Weasley members were now pointing to 'Mortal Peril', except Percy's of course which was still pointed to 'Traitor'.
It happened to fast for any of them to comprehend, one moment they were all mesmerized by the clock, they were all looking at, and next moment, the front door blew open, and all the candles in the house went out.
Spells, and curses were exchanged between the people inside the house and those who had invaded. But all was in naught, because, there were horribly outnumbered.
Soon they were all tied up, and stunned while being dragged on to the font lawn.
Enervate
The spell hit Ron, and he gasped as he woke up. He could feel the rain hitting him on his face, and the wet lawn soaking his clothes making him shiver. He looked around and saw that most of his family members were alive and hardly wounded just some cuts and scratches here and there.
The death eaters were standing aside in a group and muttering between themselves. They haven't even fired the dark mark, unless they don't want the cavalry to arrive anytime soon for us, thought a somewhat frightened Ron.
"Ron"
Ron looked to the left to see that both Hermione and Ginny were looking in his direction, they looked unharmed but Ron felt that wouldn't last much longer.
"Are you okay?" asked Ginny in a whisper
"Ya fine, you"
She nodded instead of replying. Then one of the deatheaters who seemed to be the leader of the pack came forward, and coughed a little to get their attention.
"Well well well, its so nice to see all you blood traitors all tied up together. Enjoying your family bonding." sneered a deatheater behind a mask.
"What the hell are you waiting for, if you think we are going to grovel at your feet, begging for mercy then you are sadly mistaken" replied Ron
SLAP"Didn't your parents ever teach you how to speak to your betters"
"Ya when I we meet them I will be courteous I assure you" replied Ron
The deatheater looked ready to kill Ron, until another one-stepped behind him to stop the fight. "Control yourself, our master has specific plans for them, and I believe their executioners have arrived"
The air suddenly became very chilly, the hairs on the backs of their necks stood up.
All the deatheater were looking expectantly towards the mists on the side of the lawn.
Soon four dementors and three vampires came forward or in the case of the dementors glided forward.
A small chuckle escaped from some of the deatheaters. The one who was fighting with Ron came forward and addressed them all again.
"It seems our master thought that death would be too easy for you traitors, instead he has send some of his loyal servants to feast on you. He also wanted to leave a message for your savior, oh mighty Boy-who-lived who will soon have friends who-will-not-live"
They all started laughing inspite the joke being quite lame, but then what more could you expect from a couple of demented deatheaters.
The weasley family huddled together, they couldn't see any chance of living through this, they all understood the fact that this was it for them; their journey would end her tonight.
The vampires looked longingly at the throats of Hermione and Ginny, which send a shiver down their spines.
"So who wants to be first?"
They say in the face of death, one loses all their fears and inhibitions, your life flashes in front of your eyes, so many mistakes so many wrong doings feel so insignificant in those last moments. For some all those regrets they didn't want to face come in front of them, becoming a reality for them, something like unfinished business.
These same thoughts were running through Ginny's mind at that moment, she couldn't believe that this was it, she had soo many things to do, soo many things to say to some people, she had soo much unfinished business, and now it would always be unfinished for her.
The effects from the nearby dementor were already starting to affect her; her first year escapades were torturing her mind. Riddles sweet evil voice was haunting her already.
Not to mention the fact that the vampire was practically drooling to rip her throat apart.
She felt so helpless there, for the second time in her life she was helpless, she couldn't do anything, she hoped that somehow she would escape, somehow her knight would come again to rescue her, and slay the demons standing in front of her.
Oh please god, don't let it end like this
Just then, as if someone up there heard her, lightening flashed in the sky, and she looked up towards her house. Atop her roof she could make out a dark hooded person, or atleast she hoped it was a person. He stood up there shrouded in darkness covered by some sort of long black cloak, which was billowing behind him because of the wind and the rain, and he seemed to be just watching the events unfolding.
And it seemed she wasn't the only one looking towards him, it seemed a couple of deatheaters had noticed him too.
Some were even pointing towards him, at last the deatheater who was standing in front of her, finally looked up.
He seemed to be squinting to make out whether the hooded figure was a friend or foe.
"Hey you on the roof, are you here to feast too, if not then leave, this is somewhat a private party"
The figure showed no indication of acknowledging what the deatheater had said, he still remained rooted to his spot on the roof watching them all.
This got the deatheater angry so he finally screamed at the top of his lungs "HEY YOU WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ARE YOU DEAF"
Some of the deatheaters looked uneasy and started withdrawing their wands, as did the one who was screaming
"I AM GIVING YOU 3 SECONDS TO LEAVE OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO KILL YOU"
Thunder and lightening again rocked the sky, and suddenly the roof was empty, and the figure no where to be found
"Well I guess that scared him, and now since we don't have much time Mr. Ugly Vampire why don't you start with the mudblood, while the dementor can start with one of the red heads"
The vampire had a pleased and almost hungry expression on his face as he started to move forward.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, three daggers flew out of the black night and stuck all three vampires in their heart, and with a scream, all three vampires turned into ash.
"WANDS OUT" said one of the deatheater.
SWISH, SLASH, SWISH, SLASHThere was an ear-piercing scream, and everyone noticed that all four dementors were dead, more like all that was left of them were their tattered cloaks.
Now the deatheaters were worried, all the vampires and dementors were dead, and the most shocking part was that it was widely believed that dementors could not be killed, and here shrouded in the shadows a assassin had killed them all.
"Show yourself you coward"
"Ya come out and lets fight like men"
The two deatheaters in the back thought themselves as brave and courageous, but in the end they were just stupid, because standing behind them was the masked figure, he send a bone breaking curse towards one aiming for his head at point blank range, while he snapped the neck of the other with his bare hands.
In a matter of two seconds, both of them were dead, while the figure stood calmly facing the rest of them.
And then the slaughter began, all the deatheaters started firing curses while the figure easily moved between them, sometimes dodging, sometimes returning spells out his own wand, or sometimes just resorting to simple muggle fighting techniques to kill or incapacitate them.
Ginny couldn't keep up with how he was incapacitating his opponents, but he was doing it with such skill, and speed, that she was in awe of him, he was resorting to magic, blades, daggers, or simply punching his enemies.
Many deatheaters had lost their limbs, and were bleeding to death, while others were just simply dead.
She was soo engrossed in following every movement of the stranger, that she had failed to notice that the lead deatheater was slowly coming closer to her.
When the last deatheater was dead. She felt someone roughly grabbing her by her throat and pulling her in a standing position with a wand pointed behind her back.
"Cease or I shall start torturing this little red head here"
The dark hooded man stopped advancing towards him immediately.
"I must say I am impressed with you my friend, I have never seen such fighting style ever in my life. I have come across many opponents in my time, but you have just been one of the best. Now I have a proposition for you, and I am sure you would like that, someone as powerful as you could be a great asset for our side. You seem to be above killing without a thought. Join us my friend, I shall take you to my master, he will welcome you with open arms. Join us and the world will fall in the hands of the dark side, as it is meant to be"
The deatheater seemed to be waiting for an answer.
A slow chuckle escaped from behind the stranger's hood. The chuckle soon turned into a laugh, the deatheater was getting more and more nervous. He knew this was his only chance of surviving the night, if only the stranger would accept.
A deep powerful voice laced with amusement, came out from the darkness under the hood, "Join you half-blood master, that has got to be a good joke. Here I kill all your comrades and you offer me a place by your masters side. I am impressed by your stupidity. " Soon his voice lost all traces of amusement and he became very angry.
"Leave her and I might think about not killing you tonight, enough blood has been spilled for one night."
"Leave her?" asked the deatheater in an amused voice, after a moment looking like he was thinking he replied "No"
CusetraGinny felt like someone had ripped open her backside, and she felt blood flowing out of it. The deatheater left her, and she fell down on the grass on her knees, blood gushing out of her back.
Everything went in slow motion from that moment, she suddenly noticed that behind the hood two large green eyes were visible, they were more like glowing with power, it looked like someone had put green molten in them, they were terrifying, and she felt pity for the deatheater, but that only lasted a second because she was loosing consciousness, because of the loss of blood in her body.
It seemed that the deatheater behind her was ready to take out a portkey to escape, and the stranger whipped both his arms out of his cloak, and suddenly a powerful blast of lightening escaped from his hands, it was soo powerful, that she could feel the heat from it when it passed over her head.
Just before she fell down completely on the grass, she saw a huge gaping hole in the deatheaters chest behind her. The air smelled of burning flesh, and blood, or mostly death. She could make out the deatheaters eyes from behind his mask, which were large as saucers, as if he was shocked at what had happened.
The last thing she remembered before darkness engulfed her was a pair of arms lifting her from the grass.
Her last thoughts were, My Dark knight has finally come to rescue me.
Authors Notes: I have no excuses, other than the fact that I seem to be having a problem of putting my thoughts on paper, everything seems to be in my head, but whenever I sit down to write, I seem to have a great difficulty in expressing myself. I hope you can bear with me, I will try to update faster.
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