Warriors

They were holding each other’s hand, as they side-alonged to the Grimmauld place. The order knew the street held the house, that was the death-eaters headquarters. It also held the house where Sirius Black spent the worse parts of his childhood.

“Ready?” Remus asked quietly from the raven-haired man. They still held each other’s hands like they always did before a battle.

“I am.” Sirius said with a small smile. “Let’s do this!” He said to the rest of the group now.

They all nodded, and the order of the Pheonix marched into the twelfth house. Just like they expected, it was filled with Voldemort’s biggest supporters. They took them by surprise clearly, and for a moment the order had the upper hand.

They moved together in sync all ten of them but the four Marauders and Lily especially. They always knew what the other’s next move would be, and while most people had a “fight-code” to communicate, they didn’t. It was second nature to them. They knew each other’s moves better than their own, making their group near impossible to defeat. That’s why Dumbledore has sent them to take down the core of the Death-eaters and not an older, more experienced group. Their opponents always doubted them and they always defeated them without much difficulty. The battle from their side was silent for the most part, rarely calling out one of their friend’s names to warn them about a curse they’ve missed.

The Death-eaters weren’t keeping quiet at all. They shouted orders at each other, telling them to call back-up or to fire specific curses. this would work in most cases, the opposing team’s noises canceling each other out. It never worked on the Marauders and their friends. They were always one step ahead of them, always knowing what to do.

“Where are they?” Came the gruesome voice of Bellatrix Lestrange, sounding the arrival of the real threat. A shiver ran down Sirius’s spine from knowing what will come next.

Voldemort’s most trusted supporters included the Malfoys and the Lestranges. They were all cruel. They didn’t stop to shout orders while fighting. Fighting all of them at once felt like fighting individuals. They didn’t fight like a group, so it was hard to defeat them as such. There was no tactic behind their attacks. They attacked because they wanted to. because they had fun during the fights.

Once the backup arrived, everyone else started to get away from the house, creating so much chaos, that it was impossible to tell who was on who’s side for a minute. In the midst of the chaos, Sirius saw his parents apparating out of the house. He stopped, blankly staring at the place they disappeared from. He hated his family, but he hated fighting them even more. There were missions he would deliberately miss out on, knowing Regulus would be there. He didn’t mind his cousins much, but it was still enough to slow down his reflexes.

However, he has never faced his parents in a battle situation. He knew they supported Voldemort and he knew he shouldn’t feel anything about it, but seeing them there made his insides turn and he froze in his place.

He didn’t hear his friends shouting his name. He didn’t hear his cousins laughing at him. He didn’t feel the slicing-charm hitting him, being all too used to the feeling even before the war started. He did hear one thing though. He heard Remus scream out in pain. He saw him falling to the floor, bleeding from wounds that seemed to be appearing from themselves. He barely registered Marlene who was kneeling beside Dorcas, who was in the same state as Remus as he ran towards his love, catching him just before he hit the floor.

“What did you do to him?” He screamed at the Death-eater he suspected to be Snape, but all he got was a blood-chilling laugh. “What did you do?” He screamed again, panic filling up his entire being.

“We have to get out! Dorcas and Remus need to be seen by a healer!” Marlene shouted. She dragged her girlfriend next to Remus and Sirius, so they could apparate out together.

Everyone who was still in battle turned around as one person and ran towards the four of them. They grabbed onto each other and they were almost out of the house, when Bellatrix fired one last curse at them, causing them to lose control of their apparition.

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Harry and his friends were in the sitting room while the adults were having a meeting in the kitchen. Since Remus was the one that brought them up there, they knew they didn’t stand a chance at spying on the adults, so they didn’t even try. The Weasley siblings were playing exploding snaps while Hermione and Harry were reading on the big sofa in the room, neither of them really concentrating on the books in their hands. It was a calm scene, something that the house hasn’t seen in ages. It was almost eerily calm.

When later asked about what happened, Harry couldn’t really describe it. One second he’s rereading the page because he forgot to pay attention, and in the other, he feels a pull that is similar to the one he felt when he and Hemione used a time turner.

“You feel it too?” Hermione asked, putting down her book. Harry just nodded. He felt like the air was disappearing from around him.

“Feel what?” Ron asked, looking up from their game. “Are you guys feeling alright?” They shook their heads.

The next moment a loud crack filled the entire house, accompanied by a blinding light. When Harry opened his eyes, he saw ten new people half standing, half kneeling in the middle of the room. When he looked at them closer, he felt like he knew each and every one of them.

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Sirius looked around the room they arrived in. He knew they were still in his childhood house, but the other people around them have changed. He thought about what he should do. He needed to make sure who these people were and that they weren’t dangerous. He looked down at his Moony, barely keeping his eyes open, rapidly losing blood every passing second. Fuck protocol! Moony’s dying and it’s not like these kids will do much harm! He looked at the kid with piercing green eyes.

“Do you know any healers? We need help. Please!” He pleaded.

He knew one of the kids left the room and he heard the alarm that went off when the door was open, but he didn’t care. He held his Moony close to him, praying to any and all higher power to keep him alive and the rest of the world ceased to exist for now.