M. Scott Eiland wrote:
[disclaimers, et al. are listed before Chapter One: the entire story
as far as it has been completed can be found at:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2778565/1/]
HARRY POTTER AND THE EXILED SLAYER
PART FOUR
Harry frowned in concern as the young woman in front of him slumped
into unconsciousness, then bent down and swept her into his arms,
carrying her into a nearby alley. He glanced at the unconscious Death
Eaters and quickly cast a Levitation spell to bring one of them over
to him before he examined the wounds of the woman he had just
rescued. The arm wounds were still bleeding fairly heavily, and Harry
silently thanked Madame Pomfrey for the few days of tutoring she had
given him on healing spells as he quickly stopped the bleeding. He
could see where the Bludgeoning Hex had caused damage to one of her
knees, and another charm relieved the swelling.
The woman seemed to relax as the wounds were relieved, and Harry
could see that the wounds were already healing at a rate that went
far beyond anything his relatively minor spellwork had accomplished.
He shook his head in disbelief-the relatively minor errand that had
brought him to High Way had apparently landed him in the middle of
something far bigger: something he could not have imagined only two
A fight with the Death Eaters? No, he certainly couldn't have imagined
that...
months before as he walked into the Ministry of Magic with a crucial
task to complete.
And the story comes screeching to a halt just as it was starting to get
interesting.
Harry inclined his head in response and walked into the office. He
had never seen the office during the days when Cornelius Fudge had
run the Ministry, and had no idea what to expect from the grim,
pragmatic new leader of Wizarding Britain. He saw a medium-sized room
with walls that looked as if they had been handcarved by a master
craftsman, and those walls were covered with dozens of wizarding
paintings and photographs. He noted that the occupants of some of the
pictures were looking at him disapprovingly, and he obeyed a sudden
impulse by turning and cheekishly winking at a group of them. When he
turned back to the Minister, he saw a ghost of a smile on the older
man's face, and he realized that-for whatever reason-his impulsive
gesture had been the right thing to do. He sat down in the sinfully
overstuffed visitor chair that Scrimgeour had pointed him to,
It's overstuffed because it ate the last visitor and hasn't finished
digesting him yet.
"Very much so, Mr. Potter." Scrimgeour replied calmly, his eyes
focused completely on the young man sitting in front of him. "Please
go on."
"I'd be glad to, sir-but I'm going to have to insist on doing so in a
place where the walls don't have eyes and ears." Harry stood up and
walked to the fireplace, and Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow as Harry
tossed in a handful of floo powder and shouted "Hogwarts!" The fire
Not the friggin' Room of Requirement again. Please! That's plot device
that I'm growing tired of in a hurry.
(on the minister's decision to self-obliviate)
Harry stared in shocked silence at the Minister for fully five
seconds before managing to utter a strangled-sounding question:
"You're going to WHAT?"
Good for him. Someone who understands the concept of "need to know"
"Harry-it is too soon for us to discuss that matter." Dumbledore's
voice was soft, and filled with regret. Harry watched , more than a
little angry, as Dumbledore looked to the side and continued,
"Severus has made his choices, and he must live with the
consequences, as must we all. Again, I must urge you not to seek him
out for purposes of revenge-in some ways, he poses a more formidable
risk to you than Voldemort himself: he knows you better, and is sadly
adept at provoking you.
Also, I ordered him to kill me.
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