Ficlet: On the Run 7/13 (George/Lee)
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seedeeTitle: On the Run
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 7/13: don't you dare
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 890
Summary: New Year's Eve turns out to be interesting.
Author's Notes: This is the first part of this scene, the rest will follow with the next prompts
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 6. rolling on the floor
It had been a fairly good day so far, the last one of the year. Fred was in the little hut with Lee, monitoring the wards while Lee was hosting the last episode of Potterwatch in 1997. They were alone, none of the other regular correspondents like Remus Lupin or Kingsley Shacklebolt were part of the show tonight. Lee wasn't talking about murders, despair or the war. Tonight he talked about the new year, about hope, made some bad jokes and just tried to make a few people smile.
It went downhill from there. Rapidly.
Fred lifted his hand, made a cutting gesture in front of his throat, and Lee stopped mid-sentence. He hesitated for a second. If there was one person on this planet who would dare to joke about this, it was Fred. But one look at his friend's face told Lee that it wasn't a joke. With a flick of his wand he turned off the microphone. The show was over, someone was trying to break the wards. Lee got up silently, he even cursed without making a sound.
The hut was protected with two sets of wards. Kingsley had helped them with the outer wards. They mainly prevented people from apparating, flooing, using portkeys or any other form of magical transportation. These wards were supposed to give them time to disappear before someone was coming close to the hut. But obviously they had failed. Fred used a spell that gave them a rough idea of the surroundings by displaying a small model of the area including the intruders on the table. It showed that there were currently four unknown people at the front side of the hut.
The wards on the hut itself would delay them, but if they had managed to break the outer wards without alerting Fred, they knew what they were doing. Not to mention that they hadn't made a sound while doing it. A silencing spell, Lee guessed, but it hardly mattered now. It did matter, though, that they seemed to have forgot to cover the back side. Lee and others hadn't thought that anyone would find them in the first place, and even less thought that they would make it through the first set of wards without them noticing. Something had gone terribly wrong, but now was not the time to try and figure that out. Now was the time to try and survive.
They had several strategies in case someone was trying to break the inner wards. If there was no one behind the hut, the plan was to just blast a hole through the back wall and make a run for it. Granted, it wasn't very elegant, but it played to their strengths. They were young and fit, more likely to outrun a Death Eater than to win in a direct fight, especially when it was four against two.
Fred had already started to disable the wards on the back wall of the hut. They could only hope that the attackers wouldn't notice them trying to escape. Meanwhile Lee used a spell to shrink the equipment and put it back into its small bag. By now he'd done it so often that it was a matter of seconds. He glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed and the few personal items he had to leave behind.
Fred looked at him and with a nod Lee signalled that he was ready, the bag in one hand, his wand in the other. His heart was beating way too fast, but he willed himself to breathe and not panic. They'd just have to make it past the outer wards, not more than 100 yards. Not far, considering both Lee and Fred were fast runners.
"Run straight to the edge of the forest. Whoever is there first will side-along both of us. Don't you dare turning around or slowing down before you reach the wards. No matter what. If one of us falls, the other one defends from outside the wards or we'll be both Dementor bait tomorrow." Fred talked quietly, but his tone made it clear that he meant business.
Another nod and Fred blasted away the wall. Lee started to run immediately. The bag he was carrying threw him off balance and he stumbled. He didn't fall, though, was just delayed for a few precious seconds.
There was shouting behind them and Lee sped up, even though something hit him in the back. He was chasing after Fred who was ahead of him and had almost reached the outer wards from where they could apparate.
Lee dared to turn his head and look back, saw someone in a black robe shouting spells and waving his wand. Lee ducked, stumbled again, cursed himself for the sheer stupidity of slowing down. But it wasn't far now. Fred had already reached the wards, turned around and was now firing spells as well. He was casting curse after curse, reaching out with his left hand towards Lee.
Lee ran into him at full speed. He had no idea how Fred was able to grab him firmly around the middle with one arm, use his momentum to spin them in a circle and apparate.
It didn't matter. They'd made it out alive.
**
AN: The next one will follow directly in the timeline
next: 8. R.S.V.P.
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 7/13: don't you dare
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 890
Summary: New Year's Eve turns out to be interesting.
Author's Notes: This is the first part of this scene, the rest will follow with the next prompts
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 6. rolling on the floor
It had been a fairly good day so far, the last one of the year. Fred was in the little hut with Lee, monitoring the wards while Lee was hosting the last episode of Potterwatch in 1997. They were alone, none of the other regular correspondents like Remus Lupin or Kingsley Shacklebolt were part of the show tonight. Lee wasn't talking about murders, despair or the war. Tonight he talked about the new year, about hope, made some bad jokes and just tried to make a few people smile.
It went downhill from there. Rapidly.
Fred lifted his hand, made a cutting gesture in front of his throat, and Lee stopped mid-sentence. He hesitated for a second. If there was one person on this planet who would dare to joke about this, it was Fred. But one look at his friend's face told Lee that it wasn't a joke. With a flick of his wand he turned off the microphone. The show was over, someone was trying to break the wards. Lee got up silently, he even cursed without making a sound.
The hut was protected with two sets of wards. Kingsley had helped them with the outer wards. They mainly prevented people from apparating, flooing, using portkeys or any other form of magical transportation. These wards were supposed to give them time to disappear before someone was coming close to the hut. But obviously they had failed. Fred used a spell that gave them a rough idea of the surroundings by displaying a small model of the area including the intruders on the table. It showed that there were currently four unknown people at the front side of the hut.
The wards on the hut itself would delay them, but if they had managed to break the outer wards without alerting Fred, they knew what they were doing. Not to mention that they hadn't made a sound while doing it. A silencing spell, Lee guessed, but it hardly mattered now. It did matter, though, that they seemed to have forgot to cover the back side. Lee and others hadn't thought that anyone would find them in the first place, and even less thought that they would make it through the first set of wards without them noticing. Something had gone terribly wrong, but now was not the time to try and figure that out. Now was the time to try and survive.
They had several strategies in case someone was trying to break the inner wards. If there was no one behind the hut, the plan was to just blast a hole through the back wall and make a run for it. Granted, it wasn't very elegant, but it played to their strengths. They were young and fit, more likely to outrun a Death Eater than to win in a direct fight, especially when it was four against two.
Fred had already started to disable the wards on the back wall of the hut. They could only hope that the attackers wouldn't notice them trying to escape. Meanwhile Lee used a spell to shrink the equipment and put it back into its small bag. By now he'd done it so often that it was a matter of seconds. He glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed and the few personal items he had to leave behind.
Fred looked at him and with a nod Lee signalled that he was ready, the bag in one hand, his wand in the other. His heart was beating way too fast, but he willed himself to breathe and not panic. They'd just have to make it past the outer wards, not more than 100 yards. Not far, considering both Lee and Fred were fast runners.
"Run straight to the edge of the forest. Whoever is there first will side-along both of us. Don't you dare turning around or slowing down before you reach the wards. No matter what. If one of us falls, the other one defends from outside the wards or we'll be both Dementor bait tomorrow." Fred talked quietly, but his tone made it clear that he meant business.
Another nod and Fred blasted away the wall. Lee started to run immediately. The bag he was carrying threw him off balance and he stumbled. He didn't fall, though, was just delayed for a few precious seconds.
There was shouting behind them and Lee sped up, even though something hit him in the back. He was chasing after Fred who was ahead of him and had almost reached the outer wards from where they could apparate.
Lee dared to turn his head and look back, saw someone in a black robe shouting spells and waving his wand. Lee ducked, stumbled again, cursed himself for the sheer stupidity of slowing down. But it wasn't far now. Fred had already reached the wards, turned around and was now firing spells as well. He was casting curse after curse, reaching out with his left hand towards Lee.
Lee ran into him at full speed. He had no idea how Fred was able to grab him firmly around the middle with one arm, use his momentum to spin them in a circle and apparate.
It didn't matter. They'd made it out alive.
**
AN: The next one will follow directly in the timeline
next: 8. R.S.V.P.