"Stupify!" The red light shot out, beaming straight for the black clad figure it was aimed at. Unfortunately said figure also got off their own spell, forcing him to duck. Rolling through the leaf litter, he only looked up long enough to see the red light hit and the figure go down. Landing behind a tree, he quickly peered around his new cover just in time to see the spell he'd ducked down another black figure.
"Got to love it when they take each other out," he muttered to himself. He went to get up but a sharp tug made him freeze. He whipped around aiming his wand at… a twig caught on his robes. Snarling silently, he yanked, tearing the crimson fabric. They really didn't design quidditch robes with life threatening duels in mind.
Scrambling through the underbrush, he made his way to the clearing up ahead. The light from whatever ritual they were doing there is what drew him and his friends here in the first place. The team was doing one last practice before the school let out for the summer. It wasn't something they usually did but since Umbrigde's ban had lifted with her removal they rest of the team insisted they celebrate the return of their seeker. First, one last spin around the pitch then a party back at the common room. Bit much if you asked him. Not that anyone did really.
He ducked suddenly and yeah that spell was green, should probably pay attention. He sent the first spell that came to him back at the Deatheater, which was unfortunately a jelly legs jinx. So he was properly impressed when the jinx hit and caused the cloaked figure to crash headfirst into a conveniently placed boulder. He realized that most of the higher ranking Deatheaters were injured or captured at the ministry a few days ago but seriously? Where did the Dark Lord get these guys? He was a fifth year student for Merlin's sake! And he was winning! Easily!
While he contemplated this he saw Professor Dumbledore take down at least five of the masked assailants at once. That was a sight! Grinning he broke through the last of the trees separating him form the ritual clearing. Once there though he froze, grin falling. The entire clearing was filled with the delicate runes of a ritual circle, lit by the magic called by the man standing at the center. Even he knew not to try to step into the circle. His mere presence inside would make the magic go wonky, and if he disturbed any of the runes? Then bad would get a whole new meaning. Everyone knew not to mess with a ritual in progress.
Well make that almost everyone. He watched in horror as, on the other side of the clearing a person wearing a crimson quidditch robe broke the tree line. The persons head was twisted around to throw a spell over his shoulder so he wasn't looking as he stepped over the boundary of the circle and directly onto one of the runes. Suddenly the runes light increased tenfold and the man in the center broke off his chanting to scream. Emerald green eyes widened in terror as they looked down at his foot and the rune crushed beneath it and across the clearing, safely outside the circle, Ronald Weasley looked on as his best friend was swallowed by the light of a failed ritual.
"HARRY!"
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