Escape through the Embassy: South Myanmar
The UK Magical Embassy in South Myanmar was in panic mode. The date: April 30th, 2008. The Aurors tasked with protecting the country from the wave of Death Eaters from North Myanmar knew the end was near. The wave that had begun many months before would finally end as old remnants of Voldemort's forces took over the country and made it a pureblood, Dark Arts regime.
The last several weeks had been a flurry of activity, as Aurors of Britain's Ministry of Magic had begun evacuating all personnel. Among them were Auror Department Head Harry Potter and his deputy, Ron Weasley. Helicopters were landing to pick up evacuees in a continuous cycle; just as one chopper left, another took its place.
Outside the embassy was even worse, at least for the last several days: terrified South Myanmese had been frantically trying to get aboard the departing choppers. Sad fools. The Minister of Magic himself had already ordered that no more Myanmese refugees could be allowed onboard.
Now, in the early hours of the morning, there were only just under a hundred British souls left in the embassy: 83 SeaSquid troops and 11 Aurors.
"Close 'em up, Wolffy," Harry called to Auror Nigel Wolpert. Nigel made to close the doors to the embassy. The four Aurors keeping the South Myanmese back saw the movement.
"That's the signal!" Cormac McLaggen called. "Inside! Go, go, go!" Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas ran for the embassy; Cormac covered them by raising a giant wooden beam behind his back and spinning it like a chopper rotor, knocking South Myanmese aside. Then, he too leapt in and slammed the beam across the huge metal doors, sealing the embassy and everyone inside. Even then, though, horrible screams from the desperate people could be heard.
Harry led his 10 Auror colleagues and the 83 SeaSquiddies up through floor after floor of the almost deserted embassy. The cries of the South Myanmese got fainter with the sealing of each door behind them. At last, they made it to the embassy roof. It did not take long for another chopper to appear on the embassy helipad. The men scrambled up the ladder to the helipad and waiting bird, Harry waving them on, like a coach telling a baseball player to steal home. The chopper's average capacity of 30 was quickly met and exceeded as men crammed into what was probably the last flight out; some guys were having to sit on the floor and even in each other's laps to make as much room as possible. Each time some were waved on, the pilot would raise the bird to see if it could get liftoff. Finally, the bird could just barely clear the helipad.
"That's it, she can't take anymore, Harry!" Ron called to his brother-in-law. Harry looked back. Only he and his 10 Auror mates remained. He turned back to Ron, ready to ask if they could push the last of them aboard, but Ron's look gave him an answer. With a sigh, Harry approached the pilot, his friend Tom Berry.
"I hate meeting like this," Harry laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. Berry nodded. "I'll get them outta here, Potter, I promise," he said. He turned back to the controls, but Harry, hearing the explosions of the Death Eaters and North Mynamese in the distance, grabbed his arm.
"Make sure you come back for us," he implored, emphasizing every word the only way he knew how. "Don't leave us here." Berry nodded and the chopper lifted off, leaving the 11 Aurors - Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Michael Corner, Ernie Macmillan, Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Nigel Wolpert and Cormac McLaggen - stranded on the last British territory in South Myanmar.
