WHO: Dimitri Thomas, Sam Davies (NPC) and some death eaters
WHAT: Someone needs to rescue Sam!
WHERE: Abandoned warehouse
WHEN: Right now!



He had done a lot of dumb things in his life, but this had to take the cake. After months of being on the run, hiding like a rat or a coward, Dimitri Thomas had decided to break his silence. No--he hadn't decided, he had to come out of hiding. He had to find his best friend, he had to save Sam Davies' life. When he had accidentally come across an issue of the Daily Prophet, Dimitri had been more than shocked. What was Sam doing, getting abducted by death eaters? What could they possibly want from him?

It occurred quickly to Dimitri that the death eaters wanted nothing more from Sam than a play thing, someone to torture and pass the time with. Dimitri used his journal to keep tabs on things, and when he saw Allison's cries for help, he couldn't force himself keep out of the search. He needed to help his friends, they were all he had left, even if they thought he was dead and gone.

To be honest, Dimitri felt as if he should have gone rogue a long time ago. There were so many restrictions when you were on the ministry's force, and with his quick steps and sharp thinking, he was able to come up with leads and grab evidence that would more than likely not be easy for the everyday hitwizard to come up with. He had lost contact with Derek, and while it had been to keep the younger hitwizard safe, Dimitri knew that it was for the better that he had nothing to tie him back to the real world. If they found him, they would find Gabrielle and Dean, and the death eaters would have no problem in destroying his family and everything he had.

So---he was going to do this, he was going to save Sam, and that would be the end of his time in the wizarding world.

Dimitri smirked to himself as he moved about the dingy old warehouse he'd seen some cloaked figures slink into. Could the death eaters be more cliche? An abandoned warehouse? Merlin, it was as if they'd been watching muggle mystery flicks, and had wanted to mimic the bad guys. Of course, the bad guys always got caught, there, and the death eaters were about to find themselves suffering the same fate. His wand was gripped tightly in his hand, and Dimitri dropped his cloak to the ground, to prevent any sort of snags in the poorly lit corridor.

He heard yelling, pain-filled screams that sounded terrible but all too familiar. Sam. His best friend! Since they were eleven, Sam had been the only person to truly understand him, he was the other muggleborn, he knew how strange it was to be in this new and different world. This was Dean's godfather! Dimitri had been his best man! Along with Gabrielle and Dean, Sam was the person Dimitri needed to protect, to make sure that he got to live the life with his family that Dimitri couldn't.

Peering through a door that was open a crack, Dimitri saw the flare of the floo fireplace as the death eaters left. Sitting in the middle of the room, bound to a chair, was Sam Davies, looking beat to hell and back. Dimitri slowly pushed the door open and crept toward his friend, who was nearly unconscious and didn't hear his footsteps. Dimitri bent down to his knees, to start untying the beaten man.

"Oy, Sammie," Dimitri whispered, giving him a little shake to wake him up. "Sammie, you've got to get up, man."

Dimitri couldn't stop his grin as his friend's eyes opened, and he even let out a laugh at the absolute shock that crossed Sam's face, "Di--Di---Dimitri! You're! You're....you're dead!"

"You're usually more eloquent than that," Dimitri commented, standing and pulling the last of the ropes from around Sam. Sam continued to stare in startled disbelief, but allowed Dimitri to sling his arm over his shoulders to help him up.

"How'd you---is Ally okay---I feel like shit," Sam mumbled, barely able to stay upright as they slowly limped over to the fireplace.

"Ally's hysterical, but that's normal," Dimitri said, taking a deep breath. He used his free hand to reach into the tin of floo powder and was ready to throw it into the flames when the sound of footsteps began to echo throughout the warehouse. "Shit--"

Sam groaned, wrapping an arm around his waist, and Dimitri knew there was no time. If he jumped through the floo with Sam now, the death eaters would follow them through and who knew what they'd do? He needed to send Sam to St. Mungo's, but to give the death eaters a chance to invade the hospital was out of the question.

"ST. MUNGO'S!" Dimitri roared, hurling the floo powder into the flames. Sam winced greatly as the green fire burst in front of him,

"Hurry, come on!" he moaned, tugging on Dimitri's arm. But, he was weak, and it was easy for the hitwizard to pry his friend's hands away from him, "Come on!"

"I've got to fight," Dimitri said, and he clapped Sam's cheek with his hand, something that had always annoyed his friend greatly throughout their entire friendship, "When Dean gets to Hogwarts, tell him all about me, would you?"

"Dimitri---DIMITRI!" Sam hollered, but it was too late. Dimitri shoved his friend into the floo and watched Sam whirl away. It was almost poetic, but the cackles of the death eaters behind him broke any semblance of a victory scene.

"Well look who we have here! Dimitri Thomas," the lead death eater croaked, whipping his wand in a quick circle. Dimitri turned and grinned, dropping into his signature fighting stance. This was it. This was what it all came down to, and he should be sad, scared, and angry at the world, but all he could do was smile, and gesture for the death eaters to come at him.

"Miss me?" he quipped, before beginning his final assault.