“I think we’re at Kings cross,” Ron commented, moving a little ahead of Hermione. They were attracting a few stares given their state of attire and Harry manoeuvred them into a nearby café.
It was empty, the woman behind the counter barely giving them a look over, her eyes focused on the TV. Harry gestured the table furthest away from the window. They sat waiting for a few moments as their racing hearts settled.
“We need someplace safe to go…that’s our first priority. Once we have somewhere safe to go then we decide on a plan of action.” Harry directed this at Hermione, Ron was looking down at the chipped table looking pale.
“They’ll be ok Ron.” Hermione placed her hand over one of his trembling ones. “They won’t hurt them…” Yet hovered unsaid.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes, all of them lost in thought. “I can’t believe he moved so fast. I thought Voldemort would have waited.” Harry rubbed his temples.
“I’ve been mentally preparing for this…but now it’s here…” Ron slammed his mouth shut as the door opened and two men entered.
“It’s ok, we’re in Muggle London,” Hermione reassured him.
“Muggle London…” Harry mused. “That’s it Hermione! I know where we can go, come on.” Harry was out of his chair and halfway to the door when it opened once again and Harry’s heart stopped dead in his chest.
“Harry Potter. I was hoping it’d be me to find you. I’ve been so interested to see what Artemis sees in you.” Greyback smiled menacingly from the doorway. “Restrain the other two,” he barked at the men behind them.
For a few seconds Harry forgot he was a wizard, that he had a wand that was capable of magic. His instant desire was to leap upon the beast of a man that was terrorising Remus and the others. The creature that had forced Artemis into this position.
Blue eyes watched his conflict emotions, reading him easily as Severus always said people would. His mouth smiled in a mocking grin. His eyes flickered over to Hermione, and his body sank into a crouch, ready to spring.
Harry upended the nearest table, pulling his friends down to safety. They didn’t let him down, both of them turned ready to fight, wands firing every nasty hex they could think of. Harry erected a shield as one particular curse struck to close for comfort.
The two Death Eaters were more of a nuisance then a threat. Ron turned to him, his face quizzical. “Harry! Watch...