Expelled - Harry Potter Fanfic (REWRITE)

Chapter Twelve

A rustle awoke Harry from a light sleep and found that it was roughly nine in the morning, the sun hidden behind dark clouds, foretelling the coming storm.

Another noise - closer to Harry - made him stand up and slip between the curtains of his tent.

"What in the name of Merlin happened here?" A vaguely familiar voice said.

"Death Eaters. They attacked the World Cup last year." Another voice said.

"I remember reading about that," a woman's voice said, and Harry fit a glimpse of pink.

'Tonks?' Harry thought.

"Harry told me," Sirius mumbled.

Harry started. Sirius! He shouldn't be here! He should be safe, though unhappy, at Grimmuald Place! Who encouraged this?!

"Hedwig, we have to leave," Harry whispered. He couldn't stay here if they were looking for him.

Actually, were they here for Harry? Or - a chilling thought occurred to him - were there Death Eaters here, camped out right under his nose.

Hedwig hooted softly from the corner. She was watching Harry intently.

Harry pressed his finger to his lips and snuck out of the tent. Immediately ducking behind the nearest burnt camp, peeking through the holes to watch the group, and saw just exactly who was a part of this party.

Tonks, Charlie, Sirius, Remus, and Kingsley, maneuvering through the rubble.

Harry continued to watch, slipping silently, careful not to make a sound, a trick he had learned quite well with the Dursley's. When they were near the edge of the field (Harry thinks. He hasn't explored the edges that much), he felt all the hairs stand up on his neck. Then, all the airs on his arms.

Harry whipped his head around, staring for the source of his unease.

"He's not here. You said that he'd be here," Sirius grumbled.

"I said he might be here," corrected Charlie. "Not definite in any way."

"Or maybe he doesn't want to see us," Tonks chirped, sitting on a singed chair. "We did send him back... this chair is uncomfortable." She jumped back up, dusting the soot off her pants.

Harry was only half listening, still trying to find what setting (set?) him off. Finally, he found it.

Death Eaters. Two of them, hunting the Order members. They blended in very well with the dark atmosphere. The more Harry looked around, the more Death Eaters he saw until he realized that they were badly outnumbered with a two to one ratio.

Harry had to be the first one to act. He could take at least one, maybe two, if he took them by surprise.

If he was paying attention, he would notice that Remus had dropped out of the conversation and was staring in the direction of Harry, where the tip of his shoe was sticking out.

If he was paying attention, he would notice how a cold wind started up, the last wisps of warmth disappearing.

If he was paying attention, he would have seen a pair of Death Eaters move closer to the group and raise their wands.

But he wasn't. Panic had set into Harry's chest, and he was doing his best to stomp it down. It was one of the tell-tale signs of an obscurus about to burst out.

He really, really, really didn't want to be the first time he saw anybody to be as an obscurus.

Finally, he looked up and saw the Death Eaters, green glowing at the end of their wands.