Changing Times (open)

[James Potter]

He may know how to fight muggle style but he was also a gentleman. He stepped back, his arm low protecting his side, as he gave Lucius the opportunity to get up. Though he was sure if the situation were reversed, that he would not be given the same chance. He must have hurt Lucius pretty good as the man held his side as he slowly got up.

Suddenly Lucius lunged for him. James stepped back, trying to evade the oncoming punch, but his heel came up against the curb throwing him off balance. He took the hit just under his nose sending his glasses flying. Rocking his head back, splitting his lip, sending him flailing backwards as blood gushed from his nose and lips. Unable to keep his balance he fell back into the railing which collapsed under his weight. He felt the wound on his side tear open, warm red blood began to soak his shirt, awakening the pain. But that was the least of his worries. As he rolled over to get up, dizziness and a wave of nausea threatened to put him back down. Pausing he blinked several times and shook his head, clearing the blackness. Then he stumbled to his feet.

Taking a deep breath James bored into Lucius throwing three brutally hard punches to his abdomen. Lucius swung back as James ducked low inside grabbing Lucius' upper leg with both arms. He stood up flipping Lucius over his back and into the plate glass window of Terror Tours where he hit with a hard thud. The glass shattered sending shards everywhere. Lucius laid there on the display unmoving.

Head throbbing, bloodied and tired, James bent over, hands on his knees catching his breath. After a minute he moved over an picked up his glasses. Surprisingly they weren't broken. Swaying slightly he put them on turned and walked away, making his way though the crowd that still stood there. Leaving Lucius on display he left.

[Lucius Abraxas Malfoy]

Lucius thought the fight had turned in his favor as Potter fell back into the railing. The railing collapsed and Potter went down with it, Lucius hoped the battle was over. Potter struggled to get back on his feet, giving a shake of his head to regain his senses. Potter stumbled on his feet as Lucius stood stilled with an arm braced at his side. Relentless, Potter came back with three back to back blows in Lucius’ stomach, with each strike it drove bone deeper into his lung and lifted him off his feet. Blood bubbled from his mouth as Potter took hold of his upper leg to flip Malfoy over his back.

Shards of glass laid everywhere while Lucius laid unconscious on a display of a cardboard castle. Tiny bats magically flew around the turret and over his head as blood ran down his neck to soak the shirt under his robe. Lucius’ frame of mind was not the best before the fight and now that Potter had bested Malfoy …….
Well let’s just say one wouldn’t want to be around Lucius when he gain consciousness.

[Nunquam Elaine Riddle]

Nunquam stood watching the fight as it progressed. Lucius did not look at all good and nor did Potter. The crowd even started to disbursed, thinking it all over, but then they went at it again. Or more Potter did. Throwing Lucius through the window of the shop. Nunquam frowned, Lucius was not going to be well off after that little stunt of Potters, and then Potter just walked away without a care in the world, as though it were all perfectly normal and fine. Well he would get what was coming to him, no doubt about that, but now, Nunquam's main concern was Lucius.

The crowd all moved on, gossiping with one another about what they had witnessed. Nunquam on the other hand headed into the shop that Lucius had been tossed into and made her way to the window display, ensuring she wouldn't get cut on any of the shards of glass like she probably would if her were to climb through to the display. There he laid, on a castle, completely still. Blood around his mouth and on his robes. He was completely unconscious and clearly in very bad form. Potter had well and truly kicked Lucius' arse, but now was not the time to think about that. Right now, Nunquam had to get him to Saint Mungo's. It would be the best place for him. The only place for him.

Kneeling down swiftly beside Lucius, Nunquam pulled out her wand and slid her right arm in underneath Lucius' neck, supporting his head and trying not to disturb him too much in case something was broken. "Lucius?" She said softly, running her fingers through his hair, sweeping it all back off of his face. "Lucius, if you can here me I'm taking you to Saint Mungo's." And with that Nunquam wrapped her left arm about Lucius, holding on to him and hoping she wasn't doing any more damage before she apparated him to Saint Mungo's

{{Continued at There For You}}