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[MOLLY PREWETT]

It happened in a flash. One minute Lily was running to her side, Molly calling out to her waving her wand arm wildly at the blazing pub, many of whom she knew were inside of it, and the next she was on the ground. A death eater, somewhere, perhaps in front of them or from behind had decided to use Lily as a practicing target for the illegal torture curse. Her eyes widen as she watched Lily hopelessly screw her eyes up in pain and let out an ear-piercing scream. Lily collapsed before her, right in the middle of the path and started to twitched violently as though she were being possessed. Terrified, Molly too let out a scream and dropped to her knees, hoping to somehow aid her. She was shaking so violently that Molly struggled to even pull her up into her arms and cower over her protectively, even if it meant she would be the attackers next subject. But she didn't care, no, she wouldn't leave her friend lying here like this even if it meant she too was tortured...

There was a shout that was distinct over the screaming and chaos; a stunning curse and Lily fell limp in Molly's arms. Molly looked around and saw her a Death Eater paralyzed on the ground not too far from where she was crouching. She looked up tearfully to see Severus standing over them, his mouth open and his face frozen in fear. His eyes were locked on Lily, glassed with emotion and Molly knew in that split second that Severus did not care for anything more in this entire world more than he cared for Lily. Though she only glanced at him for a second, it felt as though everything was running in slow motion. She had time to notice his expression of fear, and she immediately understood. For the first time ever, she was glad to see him. Molly knew she couldn't have left Lily but there were still people to save, but now Severus was here to help save her. With Lily's frail figure still cradled in her arms, she pulled on Severus' wrist to drop down to her level. "Severus,"

[/color] Molly gasped, sounding just as fearful as she looked. "T-take her, now, please... Carry her to safety, away from here...[/color] She asked him desperately, helping Lily into his arms. "To the c-castle, quickly, don't turn around, hurry, go!"[/color] With shaking hands she pushed Lily into his arms and was back on her feet again in a second, watching momentarily as Snape scooped her friend up, her head lolling backwards and face hidden under a mass of red head. "GO! She screamed again, waving him off as she took around cautiously for any more attackers.

Not far from where Severus had been standing, Pandorah had been watching them. A stab of realization told her that she had been the one to stun Lily's attacker, quickly followed by a wave of burning anger. Pandorah, the girl who she possibly liked least in the entire school had decided to interfere when it wasn't her place. She didn't even know Lily, who the hell did she think she was, trying to be the big hero? "What the hell are you doing?[/color] Molly shouted at her, growling profusely at her over the commotion. "Get out of here, it's not safe! MOVE![/color] A part of Molly didn't care if Pandorah ran into Three Broomsticks after her; it was her own life she was risking, but Molly would not be responsible. Turning her back on the girl, Molly concentrated on getting inside her destination. She swiftly dodged a curse that missed her foot by inches, and her pace turned into a run as she sprinted down the High street. She saw a glimpse of a boy in a leather jacket that she thought she might know, but didn't have time to double check. Approaching the entrance, Molly ducked again quickly to yet again be missed just narrowly and proceeded to kick down the wooden door that had now half collapsed in the explosion.[/size][/blockquote]

[DEVON REDWOOD]

Devon had been late to meet his brother, as he usually was. But now, as he was just outside of the small town of Hogsmeade, he was no longer meandering slowly and idly down the snowy street, but running full-tilt, as fast as he could. He knew his brother was down there, and even better he knew that Alastair wouldn't run, not until he knew others were safe. Namely, until he knew that he himself was all right.

What first caught his eye was of course the sky. At first he had thought it merely a bad storm, and had continued on his way to Hogsmeade to find Alastair and see if they could find a shop to huddle in until it passed. It was a longer walk back to the school and he wouldn't have wanted to leave Alas all alone. But as the lightning practically shook the earth with its landing and the clouds swirled unnaturally, he realized that something was not as it should have been. His heart racing, he watched as the trails of apparation flowed like ink in water to the snowy ground, strangely dressed figures appearing.

They were unnerving, and as he got closer he realized they were all wearing masks and matching cloaks. He didn't know what it meant, but he didn't have time to stop and think about it as curses began shooting from their wands. He yanked his from his pocket even though he would be the first to admit he wouldn't have any idea what he was doing with spells, not in a time of excitement like this. Still, as one of the masked men turned his back he pointed his wand, shouting "Expelliarmus!" The figure's wand flipped into the snow and in the man's frantic search to find it again, Devon ran again.

Finally he spotted his brother in the fray, recognizing their almost identical face across the street. He was reaching for another Slytherin, Sirius's brother. Despite his house loyalty, Devon wouldn't be bothered with the fact that he was supposed to hate this other kid. He sprinted toward Alastair, lifting his robes for better strides, and wrapped his hand around his arm. He didn't stop for a moment, pulling him to cover behind a building. Smoke billowed from the Three Broomsticks down the street and made Dev cough.

"Damn it, Alastair!" he cried. "You can't just stand around and chat like that!" He looked scared even as he said it, still gripping Alastair's arm tightly. He wouldn't let his brother out of his sight.

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[CALLIDORA PELTIER]

How? How could this be happening here? Hogsmeade was on the edge of Hogwarts, Hogwarts was supposed to be safe. This was not safe! The fear and chaos were almost tangible as curses and screams filled the air. A few minutes ago she had been thinking about getting a large amount of sweets at Honeydukes for herself and her family. At that moment, she was so glad that her brother was not there. Not in this mess, she didn't want to be in this mess. Still, she was a sixth year! She may not be as brave as a Gryffindor, but she was older so she needed to help. Most of the younger students had taken refuge or had been taken into a safe place already. But there were still more who appeared to be almost frozen with fear.

Callidora quickly surveyed the open square of Hogsmeade before making a dash to a frightened pair of third years. The boy looked just like her brother...and he looked like he wanted to fight! She got to the pair of them before the boy could raise his wand fully.

“Don't!” she yelled at him. “Both of you follow me! You're too young to fight,” she admonished the boy sternly as he looked reluctant. “Think about your parents! They'd want you inside.” Neither of them said another word and ran alongside her. The blonde made sure they were safe inside Honeydukes and there was no one nearby before she whispered, “There's a passage somewhere in there. It leads back to the school. Get a teacher or, even better, get Dumbledore. Quickly!”

She did this routine with a few more students, but rushed them to other stores and got closer and closer to the school every time. She didn't see anymore frightened bystanders and run to fight. She'd be damned if she let all the other students get the glory for fighting off...whoever these evil wizards were.

“Expelliarmus! Stupefy!”

One of the cloaked figures noticed her and almost hit her with a curse that produced purple fire.

“Stupefy!”

She kept blasting whatever helpful spells she could remember and prayed that she would be safe. Her luck had been good so far with getting the other students out of the way. It had to hold out!

[SEVERUS SNAPE]

Much had been lost in the confusion, but seeing as how Molly wasn't moving, Severus pushed past her and sent a silent curse towards the man in the mask all his hatred and fear concentrated into that one blast. It sent the man flying back, a gurgling, painful sound escaping him as his own blood began to soak through his clothes.

There was no pity in Severus now, his gaze was cold as he approached the figure on the ground. His stomach clenched when he recognized certain things, certain traits and the appearance. Death Eaters. He knew who they were, having spent time around those in the inner circle of Slytherin far too much in the past. Things could not have been worse. For a half-second terror seized him, what if hewas coming as well? Rushing back to Lily's side he knew he had to get her out of here immediately. Prewett was yelling at him, but he wasn't really hearing her, and Koenig was here as well. When had that happened?

He stooped to where Lily lay on the ground, quickly assessing her, "What curse did he use?" He snapped quickly at Molly Prewett, laying a hand on Lily's forehead and hating the feverish flush that suggested many horrible things it could have been. She was still conscious , but she still wasn't quite there. He heard her moan softly and cursed as his Prewett told him exactly what he had feared. The cruciatus. Suddenly the curse he had used on Lily's attacker didn't seem enough, he hoped that bastard bled to death.

"You should leave." He bit out to Prewett as he gently lifted Lily into his arms, "This place isn't safe and it's no time to try and act like a hero." He was being short with her, but the situation was desperate and right now he was unable to think about anything but getting Lily to safety.

Suddenly a movement to his right had him on the alert, "Koenig behind you!" He yelled at the Ravenclaw. Standing around like idiots, they were attracting the attention of the Death Eaters.

Trusting she would be able to take care of herself he turned, heading back to the castle, holding Lily tightly to his chest, dark eyes scanning wildly for any sign of danger. She would be one of their first targets, being muggleborn, and of course Lily was just rash and unthinking enough to jump into trouble without considering the consequences. He didn't think he had ever been more terrified than when he had seen her lying on the ground like that, if she got herself killed somehow.....Severus couldn't even finish that thought. It was too painful.

[ALASTAIR REDWOOD]

Despite being a halfblood and somewhat of an outsider in Slytherin house, Alastair was not naive to the people in masks and what their arrival would mean. Regulus may have been one of the more subtle, but people talked and things were overheard. Alastair knew much more than the others would credit him for and he was intelligent enough to put things together. He was much quicker than Regulus realized him to be. Dumbledore would have wanted to hear the things he knew, but seeing as Alastair did not trust Dumbledore and was Slytherin enough to keep from meddling in others business he was not a threat.

Regulus all but confirmed the presence of the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade and Alastair's eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping the area which clearing out quickly, they couldn't just stand here. Even though he doubted either of them would get attacked, and if one did it would most certainly be him (if his blood status was common knowledge, which he wouldn't count on it not being) it would not due to simply stand around and be vulnerable.

His mother was a pureblood witch from an ancient wizarding family from Wales. They had dropped any and all contact with her once she had married a muggle and neither Alastair nor Devon had ever met them. When he was younger he used to wish he could meet them, his mother didn't use that much magic and he was always left wanting to see more. It always fascinated him that some families used magic daily, lived in houses that were filled with all sorts of new curiosities.

Alastair wondered briefly if he could be related to any of these men in masks.

Honestly he was in awe of the force and loyalty one would need to organize such an attack. He had heard rumors, whispers of the wizard these people followed. Alastair knew he had to be extremely powerful to have garnered such a following. The air was tinged with the almost metallic after-taste of dark magic and Alastair found himself incredibly curious to know more.

"We should go." He said finally, "I don't really think we should be seen lingering..."His Slytherin sense of self-preservation was a hard instinct to ignore.

As he was about to run towards the castle though (desperately wishing one could apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds) he saw a familiar figure running towards them. He groaned slightly. Devon was racing toward them, decked out in Gryffindor colors like a human target.

Alastair growled slightly, angry his brother gave him so little credit. He wasn't just standing around, he was trying to get a grasp on the situation. "Why the hell didn't you turn back to the castle?" He hissed, starting towards the front. Stupid, rash Devon always running in to "save the day" without thinking about the consequences. Three people traveling in a group was so much more noticeable, had it been anyone but his twin he would have given them the slip, but now he knew he couldn't just leave Devon to the mercy of people who he would no doubt be enemies of. Trusting Regulus to do what he thought best and determined to find out more later on he took off, grabbing Devons wrist to shut him up.

[REMUS JOHN LUPIN]

There wasn't much time to think. Remus could see the bodies falling- the bright green light of the killing curse catching the unsuspecting victims in their rush to evacuate the city. Some people, he saw, were not so lucky- being hit by the cruciatis curse before their death. These wizards weren't just interested in killing their victims. They were torturing them.

He saw a man in robes aflame and a young Slytherin boy run for cover. Saw the groups of students trying to find shelter and safety. But he wasn't out there. He and James were hidden, and he knew they wouldn't be for long, but they had to be smart. They couldn't be reckless and risk their necks for nothing. If there truly were no chance against this wizards, and it seemed to be minimal for students at best, then they needed to save who they could along the way and get out of there. He knew James would want to play hero, but now wasn't the time for anything of the sort.

He cursed, hearing Sirius call their names, "Sirius, over here!" He tried to wave, but saw that he and James were still too concealed for Sirius's line of sight. "Stay put," he told his other friend, though he doubted the other would listen. As soon as Remus's attention was taken, he reckoned his friend would run off. He only hoped that James's concern for their safety would make him keep still.

And thus, Remus Lupin ran out in the fray, looking desperately for where he had last saw Sirius. "PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" he shouted, hitting a masked wizard in the back while his attention was turned, focusing his magic on his poor victim. He hoped that the other witch or wizard would be all right. He had no time to check for vital signs or consciousness. At best, they would be presumed dead and be able to escape once the chaos had calmed.

He barely dodged a curse sent his way as he climbed over some rubble from a fallen wall. "SIRIUS! SIRIUS, WHERE DID YOU GO!?" he knew James was long gone by now, and he could only hope their friend was following him so that they would stay together- perhaps he was. Perhaps they would find Sirius and escape the mess unscathed. He could only hope...

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[mitzeh]

Regulus nodded, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “We probably shouldn’t,” he agreed, but quickly added, deciding that if Redwood truly knew what was going on he might as well speak openly for once, “Although I wouldn’t be overly worried. Just keep that visible,” the younger Black pointed to the Slytherin badge on the other boy’s robes, “and watch out for ricocheting spells.” He hadn’t been told anything by his parents, of course, but he was not stupid. During his run he had tried to always stick to the shadows, to avoid being seen, naturally, but it didn’t mean he had always managed to. Sometimes they would catch a glimpse of him, and Regulus had noticed the way some of the Death Eaters turned their wand elsewhere upon seeing what House he was from. Or so he assumed, at least, that they must have taken notice of his green and silver scarf or the badge. It was either that, or they simply knew him, there was no way of telling; from what he knew, his own parents could be here somewhere. Still, he hadn’t seen many injured Slytherins on his way, so he presumed he was right.

He was just about to suggest moving – either towards the castle or the nearby ruins of some building, where they could outwait the attack like any sensible person would (oh, he would have to be blind and deaf not to have noticed some students, mostly Gryffindors, trying to fight back instead of running. Sirius probably was among them, too) – but something caught Redwood’s attention before Regulus even opened his mouth. Or rather someone, as he soon realized when his eyes fell on a boy in Gryffindor robes running towards them. Redwood’s brother. Of course. Regulus grimaced at the thought – now such company could pose problems, but leaving the other boy behind was probably out of option. The young wizard usually didn’t stick his nose into other’s business, but gossip was as popular amongst Slytherin as it was in other Houses, besides, Salazar’s descendants were always taught that knowledge was power – therefore Regulus was aware that the relationship between Redwood brothers was nothing like the one between himself and Sirius.

He wasn’t even surprised upon hearing Alastair’s question to the other boy – Davon? Devon? Regulus had no idea. Trust a Gryffindor to run right into the middle of trouble, instead of thinking about their own safety first. At first, when the siblings ran behind a building Regulus followed them, though mostly because he had seen a fight moving dangerously close to where they had been standing; sure enough, after a moment or two flashes of spells were clearly visible from behind a corner. The Slytherin looked around, probably trying to figure out the best escape route. “I hope you won’t hold that against me, Redwood, but three’s a crowd under these circumstances,” he said, turning his head to look at the brothers. He didn’t pay much attention to the Gryffindor, his gaze focusing on his prefect instead. “Try not to get yourself killed. I will see you in the dungeons.” With that he took off. He didn’t take the direct route towards the castle, figuring that most of the students would do exactly this thing, thus making Death Eaters follow them. Instead, he decided to head towards the further border of the village, one behind the housing area – the fights seemed to be mostly limited to the centre, and a bit longer walk certainly beat getting hit by some nasty curse.

[CHORD D'ANTOINE]

As he ran, pushing his way through the crowd, Chord d'Antoine could not say that he expected his day to turn out like this. It had started out innocently enough. He had been buying himself some new robes at Gladrags. He enjoyed their shop simply because they offered the variety of french fabrics which made him long for home. He had just finished with getting his measurements taken when he'd heard the commotion. Since the shop was relatively out of the way, he took his time getting ready to leave, and once he had, he could see that the streets had dissolved into chaos.

At first he was in a state of shock. It was a full-on wizarding battle. Only, the casualties were not duelists but rather civilians and students. His cold blue eyes darted around the entrance of the shop as he had debated on which course of action to take. But moments later, the shop's store front was blasted and he was sent hurdling through the air- landing on the ground quite a few feet away. And that had been all it had taken to set him into motion. He had pushed himself up and started running- avoiding the square as that was where most of the wizards were.

He hadn't seen much, but he could already tell that it was the masked wizards who were to be avoided. And he tried his best to stay out of their line of sight, but with the panic and fear that had ensued, even pedestrians were dangerous- hexing anyone who shocked or surprised them simply out of fear- poorly aimed spells knocking down friend instead of foe.

He narrowly missed one of those said hexes and chose instead to hurry into a side alley that was quiet- but no one seemed to be in it. If he was correct, it would lead him around the back of the Three Broomsticks and towards the path he could take to Hogwarts. He wasn't a fool- even though he considered himself adept at his magic, he was not a skilled dueler. Most of his art came in well practiced rituals and complex spells that were best cast at a safe distance. Face-to-face combat was never his forte.

"Going somewhere?" A voice said. And just as he had turned, he heard the word: "Crucio!" He dropped his wand and fell to his knees, his mouth open in a silent scream- and then he did begin to scream, loudly. But no one was going to hear him over all of the chaos in the streets. No one was around that he had seen. He writhed on the ground in agony, wanting nothing but for it to end. Tears poured down the sides of his face, and it seemed to go on forever before it ended.

He lay very still, his breath coming in small, shallow gasps. The masked man came forward, stopping with his foot just beside his head. "If it wasn't for your father, you'd be dead," He laughed cruelly as Chord finally moved and tried feebly to reach for his wand. "Have it your way, then." The man didn't have to say anything. Chord watched in horror as his arm began to lift up of its own accord and then there was the sickening crunch as the bone inside broke in half. It happened again, higher on his arm, and the man seemed to amuse himself before he quickly grew bored. "Can't reach for your wand now, can you, little d'Antoine? Is the mudblood worth it?"

[/i] He didn't even use his wand as he kicked the boy harshly in the side, succeeding in cracking his lower ribs.

This time, Chord didn't dare move an inch. His eyes remained open, his mouth parted in silent horror as he quietly sobbed, just praying that the man would keep true to his word- praying that somehow, someway, he would leave him be if only just because of his father.
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[DEVON REDWOOD]

Devon hated the way his brother was sometimes, honestly. He had just run out into this fray, risking his own life, just to be sure that Alastair was all right, and here he was trying to accuse him of being an idiot, as usual. "Why the hell would I run back to the castle?" he demanded, in just the same tone. To anyone it was obvious they were brothers, and not just because of their looks. They were from opposing houses but they acted similarly. They even sounded the same.

"I had to make sure you were okay, you stupid git," Devon snapped at him, his voice lowered after Alastair had grabbed at his own arm to warn him quieter. "We need to get back to Hogwarts, it's safe there." He even gave Alastair's arm a tug in the right direction before his attention was taken away by Regulus.

He responded just as well to being referred to by his last name as any other student and it was probably relatively comical to see the pair of twins look up at the same time to regard Black as he spoke. "Oi! Where the hell are you going?" Dev snapped as the other boy ran off. He cursed and looked back at his twin. "Who are these people, Alas?" He always expected Alastair to have the answers. The Slytherin twin was smarter, and usually more well-informed than his Gryffindor brother.

A curse shot by above their heads, green sparks and fire mixing in a deadly spell. He cursed again. These bastards were using unforgivables, on students! These people in masks weren't just causing trouble, they were aiming to kill. "We have to get out of here," he said, wand still out and gripped tightly in his hand. He could only think of a few useless spells for fixing broken noses and levitating things like feathers and teacups. He wouldn't be able to fight, not in this condition. He was shithouse at magic.

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[lily]

The pain was worse along her left arm, the limb barely able to push her up at all as she tried her best to get up. She could curse him, she could protect people as she watched the boots getting closer. She felt hands go around her before her gaze turned up. She felt way too warm, and really she wanted to complain to Molly that she was too hot to be holding her at that moment as she tried to keep getting up. The sixth year’s voice though wasn’t up for working right away as opening her mouth there was just a sharp gasp. Her ears were ringing, but it was so hard to focus her attention on one voice or another. She could hear Molly, but couldn’t really understand her as bright green eyes turned towards the dark robed man coming closer.

“Mol...Molly...” She got that out past the tongue that felt to heavy, “Get...get...” One hand gripped at her friend’s arm before she watched as suddenly red spilled from the man’s mouth and his body moved on it’s own away from them. Relief flooded her over the fear that had filled her. How close had they just come to death? That look in his eyes, there didn’t seem to be a reason there, no answer to why he was doing this other than just chaos...cruelty...

There were more screams, bolts of red and green flying through the air, there were others laying on the ground, but it was just so hard to focus. Where was Erebus? Was he safe? And was that Sirius running into the nearly wrecked pub? She struggled against Molly’s grasp. She had to get up, had to move and go help. That was her job as Prefect, she had to do her job.

Suddenly there were cooler hands against her touching her forehead, another voice as she open her eyes again to look up. She hadn’t seen Sev since the dance, a small smile breaking on her lips as she was happy to see him alright. A small pang of guilt now as she felt bad she couldn’t have gotten him that book she’d been eyeing before all of this, she wanted to say so much. She was happy he was safe, to get away, get somewhere safe...but before she could even attempt to pull in the breath for it she felt her body shift, another spark of pain and then suddenly she was off the ground pressed against Severus’ chest.

When had he gotten that strong? Then again now did not seem like the time to start wondering when he suddenly went from being the boy she knew to this man right now barking orders moving away from where she’d first been running to.

No...no not this way. This was back towards Hogwarts, she couldn’t go back yet.

Her thoughts were slowly clearing up now as she pushed against him a bit shaking her head. Now her voice had begun to come back to her, catching her breath. “Sev...I have to go with them. There are people...we need to help!” She argued, still clutching her wand as she pushed against his chest, “I’m fine. Let me down. I can’t just bloody run away.” Lily looked up at him. The pain now was just a dull throb. She was sure she could stand, she could walk. She could still fight, she had to fight.

If she couldn’t keep fighting now here to protect the students then what did that mean if something like this happened to the people she loved? Tears stung her eyes, “Sev put me down! I’m going back!”

[EREBUS LINUS FAUST]

Erebus was content to stay hidden and safe until he heard his name being called. He knew the voice- it was Lily! He shifted in his hiding place, peering out through a small hole between the rocks. She was looking for him, and he wished she hadn't been. Not moments later she fell. His young eyes widened as he saw her writhing in pain- but then it was over. Someone had stopped the wizard. He could see another boy- a Slytherin- picking her up.

He couldn't sit still any longer. He felt as if she had gotten hurt because she had been looking for him. He crawled out from the rubble and began to run after the pair as they left the scene. He had to deflect a few stray spells and one aimed directly at him, but he managed to catch up with them quickly. "Lily!" he cried out as soon as he was right beside the long haired male holding the girl. "Lily, I'm sorry!" he had wanted her to be safe. He hadn't wanted her to get hurt. She had been one of the nicest people to him since he had came to the castle, and he had a brotherly type of affection for her already.

As for Severus- well, Erebus didn't even bother to recognize the boy's existence for the time being. The other was of no importance to him other than the fact he was holding the girl he had been worried about. He looked behind them at the destruction that was slowly beginning to expand outside the center of the town. "You can't go back," he frowned deeply. "If you go back, I'm going back," it was shameless blackmail, but he was only thirteen years old and that was the first thing he could think of- she had been worried about him enough to call for him.

He was going to have to let Severus take care of her, though. He couldn't physically protect her- he couldn't carry her away, and as he looked up at the other boy, he wondered if he cared a lot about Lily, too. He didn't have much time to think as it seemed one of the masked men had been following the trail of people that had began to walk back towards the castle. A spell had been cast in their direction, and Erebus only dodged it because of his height- it went right over his head.

Without a second thought, he growled and turned on his heel, hexing right back at the man- the curse was deflected and crashed into the side of one of the buildings. But he didn't keep true to his promise- it was up to Severus now, because Erebus was heading back into the fight. He didn't know what possessed him to do so, but something did. He could fight, and he was going to.

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[RASMUS BLACKEBERG]

Rasmus had been enjoying Zonko's with a group of friends, laughing raucously as Jason Abbot let off some minature, no-heat fireworks inside the shop. They gleefully scattered through the air, into the vaulted ceilings and exploded with great bangs and whizzes, letting off clouds of smoke that were all different shades of garish colors and curled into shapes.

The group laughed even harder when they pitched themselves after customers, even though Rasmus couldn't help but feel a little guilty for disrupting the store so badly. The shopkeeper yelled at them and Rasmus finally got his friends settled down, all of them grinning round at one another. Someone suggested a round of butterbeers at the three broomsticks and Rasmus joined in assent.

A bang echoed and he turned quickly, expecting to see Jason having set off another firework, but the boy was looking outwards and his hands were empty. A feeling of unease settled over Rasmus as Zonko's became unnaturally quiet and still.

"Whats going on?" Eisley Ubranks, a Hufflepuff in his year and one of the ones he had journeyed to Hogsmeade with, asked in a hushed voice, her brown eyes wide. She was addressing him and he looked over at her, unsure.

"Not sure..."

Then screams rent the air and the shop became mass panic.

Rasmus' eyes widened as the shops windows lit up with the glare of curses and hexes being thrown. A battle. A real battle. He turned immediately to Jason, a boy in his house and year he trusted very much to help him with what he planned to do.

"Jason!" He yelled through the noise as people tried to push past him. The boy locked eyes on him and he knew he had his full attention, "Try and get the younger ones to safety!" He had to crane his neck over the head's to be able to really see the boy, "And be careful! Don't fight just run for the castle! I'm going to see if anyone's been injured or trapped." He could see the smoking remains of a building he recognized with sick dread as The Three Broomsticks now that they were outside. People screaming, the carcinogenic smell of burnt... He grit his teeth and set off, wand out.

A man in a mask was chasing down a terrified looking girl. Rage flooded through him and he raised his wand, "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS" The man fell over, stiff like a board and Rasmus went to the girl, eyes running over her for injury. She was a Ravenclaw third year and she looked terrified, "Are you okay?" He asked in a hushed, urgent voice. Relieved when she nodded he gave her strict instructions and turned to watch her run off towards safety.

Who were these people? Rasmus could only guess some sort of group of dark wizards and witches, maybe people with some sort of grudge against the ministry. Some sort of rebellion maybe? Or maybe just some good, old fashioned idea of perverted humor.

Two of the masked figures had noticed him now and they advanced, lobbying spells at him, their wands thrashing through the air. Rasmus narrowly dodged a dangerous looking green flare of light and sent a well placed Reducto that brought down the crumbling, inflamed roof of one of the buildings right on top of them. The blonde ran past them on the look out for more students in trouble. As a prefect it was his duty after all to ensure the safety of the students.

More screams filled the air and it unsettled him deeply when they didn't abate. Instead they seemed to grow louder and more fraught with pain. Rasmus ran towards the sound and fell forward as a spell blasted near his feet, dislodging a great piece of earth and sending him to his hands and knees. He rolled, aiming his wand for the caster of the spell and yelled, "Stupefy!" Luckily his aim was true and he was immediately getting to his feet and running towards the terrifying sound. There was something hauntingly familiar about that sound. Panic rose up in him. Throughout this ordeal he had been managing a level-head, a clarity that came alongside the rush of adrenaline and the need to make sure he was doing as much as he could to help and fight. But this feeling was beyond level-headed, it felt so familiar to when Maja had died that it made him feel sick.

Without another thought he transformed into his animagus form, needing that extra speed the white wolf could offer him. With the wolf's advanced senses he could hear and smell the dark magic coming from the same area as the screams, but in the animal's body his human emotions were somehow suppressed, offering him clarity as he tore after the sounds.

Skidding in front of a dingy alley, his heart nearly stopped. Even in this form he could feel the terror rip through him and sense (especially in this form) the pain the figure on the ground was in. Sickening smells affronted theanimals sensitive nose, dark magic, sweat, tears, blood....some foreign human musk that he knew had to belong to the attacker. The animal lowered it's great, white head and a low whine escaped it's throat as it padded forward reaching Chord's side.

He transformed again, kneeling on the filthy ground and leaning over the blond boy, whose open eyes seemed unfocused and thick with pain. "Chord..." He whispered, reaching forward and touching his cheek softly, "Chord can you hear me?" He swallowed down thick emotion and tried to remain calm. They couldn't stay here long. But he had to make sure the boy was alright....he couldn't let anything else happen to him.

He couldn't lose him like he lost his sister.

[CHORD D'ANTOINE]

The man had left him there to be found, perhaps to serve as a warning for wizards who tried to associate with muggle-borns. Chord couldn't move an inch. The curses had left him weak and it hurt to breathe much less to move. He felt helpless and weak, and had he been more alert, he would have been wondering why the masked wizard had brought his father into the conversation. The voice had sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put a face to it.

Then again, there wasn't much he could do in his current state except listen to the rumble of the explosions as the screams of witches and wizards.

He was distracted, briefly, as he saw the white wolf- he recognized it immediately, even in his current state. It was the one he had cried to the previous winter. It had been over a year since they had seen each other, and yet the wolf was here now? It didn't make much sense, but nothing made sense anymore. He wanted to reach out and touch it and find some comfort in it, but he couldn't. The fingers on his good hand twitched and his lips moved feebly, but no sound could be heard- he couldn't form coherent words much less sentences.

At least its presence was a comfort in of itself, he decided. Perhaps it would stay with him until someone arrived... if they did arrive. He wished he would just lose consciousness, but he couldn't be that lucky now, could he?

If he hadn't already been in shock from pain, he would have reacted when the wolf changed form into the boy he had just taken the curses for. Fresh tears poured from his eyes when he realized it was Rasmus. He couldn't think that the boy hadn't told him of his secret. He couldn't think that he was an animagus or that it could be a trap- no. Rasmus was there. He had came for him. "Ras...mus..." he managed to say the boy's name, a ghost of a smile etching across his pale lips. Later, when he was recovering, he would think more on the complexity of their situation, but for now it didn't matter. For now, he wasn't alone.

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TAG - GLOBAL
WORDS - 494
SONG - None
MUSE - Great!
NOTES - YAY RASMUS.
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[SEVERUS SNAPE]

A figure dashed towards them from the corner of his eye and Severus turned , eyes narrowed and distrustful. Relaxing only slightly when he realized it was a student, a fellow Slytherin, which did nothing but put him on his guard. How did he know Lily? He sounded extremely concerned for her. Still highly mistrusting he addressed the boy, "You should get back to the Castle, it's dangerous here!" He had to shout to be heard over the roar of battle behind them.

Death Eaters in Hogsmeade was a definite sign of things to come, Severus could only fervently pray that they were working alone tonight and that he would not be joining them. The dark haired boy also hoped that Prewett had abandoned her idea of going back to the Three Broomsticks and found alternate passage to the Castle. Trust a Gryffindor to run into danger all headstrong and adrenaline but without a plan. Bleeding martyrs the whole lot of them!

It was then that the girl in his arms began to struggle against him. Severus' eyes snapped back toward her and widened in disbelief, "Go back?! The Hell you are!" He was flooded with frustration and a straining sense of dread, it would have been so much easier had she been unconscious, "Everyone is clearing out of Hogsmeade now, we don't have time to turn back and you are injured!" He bit out angrily, hard resolution in his obsidian eyes. She had already been hurt, didn't she realize she was in danger? Severus was not going to lose his best friend just because she wanted to run back into the fray to play hero!

Gratefully, Erebus seemed to be thinking along the same lines, however merely moments after the boy had spoken he was deflecting a curse sent their way and running back. Doing exactly what he had told Lily not to do. Damn it all, she was going to get ideas now. "Dumbledore will be sending in reinforcements soon!" He said, his voice fast and urgent as he moved, "Wizards who can actually be of help! People with training! This is no place for us we have to get back to the castle." How could she not understand the danger and the levity of this situation!?

Lily was the perfect target for the Death Eaters,, frustratingly brave, rash and unthinkingly Gryffindor, not to mention muggleborn. If there was anyone that they surely would be after it would be her and others like her. They'd have to pry her out his cold, dead hands first though. There wasn't a chance in hell he was letting that happen.

[JAMES POTTER]

He saw Sirius around the same time that Remus spotted him, parting his lips to yell at their friend. Moony beat him to it, and that was just fine...except Padfoot hadn't heard or seen him. Damn! He watched with wide eyes as the long-haired boy pushed his way into the burning Three Broomsticks. Double damn!

Eyes widened when Remus told him to stay put and then went out on his own. Oh hell no. There was no way he would stay put while his best friends risked their necks out there! Without a second thought, he pushed out from their hiding spot, keeping an eye on Remus' back. His wand was out and he tried to see as well as possible through the grime that had settled upon the lenses of his glasses.

The boy wished he would have had time to stop and clean the glass using his robes or his shirt, but making sure Moony was safe had taken priority.

And he couldn't be more glad of his decision to stick to Remus rather than go off on his own to save others from the masked figures, when one of the villains came out from behind a building and pointed his wand their way, "STUPIFY!" the word was uttered without hesitation, his tone clear and strong. He wasn't the best when it came to writing his essays on time or answering questions in class, but when it came to dueling, James liked to keep himself in "good shape".

The training definitely paid off when he saw the figure fly into a brick wall then crumple to the ground. A grin split his dirty face, and he took hold of Remus' arm before pulling the other boy into the Three Broomsticks.The place was a mess! Everything was either smoke or flame, and he sincerely hoped Sirius hadn't gotten himself hurt during the minutes it took him and Remus to get there.

"Sirius!" He inhaled a good lung-full of smoke and couldn't hold back a cough. Not only did the smoke burn the lungs and throat, but it was making his eyes water too. Bloody hell...some day this was turning out to be.

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TAG - remus & sirius
WORDS - 462
NOTES - BOOM.
CREDIT made by mee

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