The Attack on Granger House

Hermione was with Harry, trying to make sure everything would be organised for tonight's barbecue, when a clearly upset Dobby popped beside them. The little elf didn't stand on ceremony but got right to the point.

"The Granger house wards are being attacked. Dobby thinks bad wizards have come."

Harry was really just thinking out loud. "Remus is at the Italian Ministry and Sirius just left to pick up Bill in Naples..."

"Harry, we have to go. I'm ready for this, we can handle it." Hermione didn't need their bond to know Harry didn't think they were anywhere near ready to handle something like this. He also recognised though that they simply had to respond.

"Dobby, can you take us there?" The little elf nodded enthusiastically as both drew their wands.

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Dan had long ago mastered the art of nodding in all the right places as his wife droned on about a particularly troublesome patient she had seen this afternoon. Both were standing in the kitchen, jointly preparing tonight's meal.

They knew each other's moves so well now, you would probably need to bring in a choreographer to make their dinner routine any slicker. Like everything they did, the Grangers even had mealtimes organised so they ran like well-oiled machines.

The blasts that destroyed their front door also instantly catapulted their nice stable organised little world into utter chaos. Before they even had a chance to register what was happening, two masked men in robes were upon them. Any doubts over their identity or intentions was soon laid to rest. A curse froze Dan as stiff as a board, he lurched back against the fridge and was trapped there like a rusty tin man as the Death Eater now trained his wand on a terrified Emma.

"Check the rest of the house while I question the woman, and be quick about it." As Edmund raced out the kitchen, Lucius then gave his undivided attention to the terrified woman in front of him. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Where is your daughter?"

Emma barely managed to mumble 'I don't know' when unbelievable pain seemed to attack every part of her body at the same time. She screamed loud and hard while thrashing around on the floor she'd dropped to but nothing alleviated the pain.

Lucius stopped administering the curse after thirty seconds or so, any longer and he knew there would be no answers coming from this bitch. He then spoke with Dan in an almost conversational tone, like they were standing next to one another at the bar in their local pub.

"Normally we would take our time and have some fun with the woman, but you having wards on your home denied us that pleasure. Then again, your wife's a muggle - Edmund's not too choosy but I am. Your daughter on the other hand, I like nothing better than teaching mudblood's their place in our society. Now, will you tell me where the little bitch is - giving me Potter's location might just see us leave right now - or do I need to curse your wife again?"

Lucius watched as the muggle's eyes widened in fear - he enjoyed this form of mental torture almost as much as the magical and physical forms. It was only then Lucius realised the muggle's eyes weren't wide with fear, and his gaze was locked somewhere over Lucius' left shoulder.

"I hear you are looking for me?"

Lucius spun around and fired off the cruciatus curse as quickly as he was able, only to see it unbelievably hit a shield Potter had cast. While all three unforgivables were supposed to pass through any and all magical shields, whatever Potter had cast not only stopped the curse getting through - it appeared to be absorbing it as well.

To make matters worse, Lucius found himself unable to break the spell and was already feeling the strain on his magic. This should not be possible. He screamed 'Potter' at the top of his lungs, hoping Edmund would appear and rescue him from whatever this little bastard had cast.

Harry had more important things on his mind, his link with Hermione had practically shut down. He had known Hermione wasn't ready to face this, her actions - or rather inactions - here were proof. She was standing there as stiff as Dan, staring at her still convulsing mother while Harry drained Malfoy of his magic. "Hermione, you need to move..."

Move she did. Hermione stumbled like a zombie toward her mother before dropping to her knees beside Emma, and also dropping her wand in the process. She wasn't kneeling there for long however before being roughly dragged to her feet.

Parkinson thought he had it made, his own daughter had confirmed Potter would do anything for his mudblood. Well he now had that mudblood by the throat, and his wand pointed at her head. "Drop the wand, Potter, or your little girlfriend here will get her face blown off. Your choice, but make it quick."

Harry felt Hermione join him once more in their bond. The terror and grief of the scene they'd arrived to had seen that brilliant mind practically shutting down. Hermione was back though, and she was very, very angry.

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