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Chapter 4: A settling of scores?
Harry whipped out his wand and concentrated, oblivious of the twins' reckless flurry of curses and hexes on the Death Eaters, in an eager attempt to get Fenrir Greyback. There were more important issues at hand, like the Dementors for instance.
His mind, however, was a dire place to take sanctuary. Darkness, despair and depression engulfed his thoughts: He remembered Mrs. Weasly crying in front of a boggart, resembling the corpse of Ron, he remembered Sirius falling through the veil and into his demise, and thought of Voldemort torturing Ginny pitilessly while laughing cruelly.
He flushed these thoughts away and thought desperately, "there is always light at the end of a tunnel." Suddenly, as if by some great magic, his thoughts turned to seeing Ginny in the Burrow and so, with significantly increased courage and hope, Harry shouted, "Expecto Patronum."
A giant stag, surrounded by light and hope, erupted from the tip of his wand and charged at each of the three dementors, effectively dissolving them into vapour.
Harry then turned to see Fred and George raining spell upon spell on Fenrir. His heart exploded with pride at seeing how efficiently the twins were using the spells he had taught them. A twig snapped behind him, causing him to turn around.
"Avada Kedavra," bellowed a brawny Death Eater.
But the spell was blocked by his partner. "Potter belongs to the Dark Lord, Goyle," said the pale and thin Death Eater. He turned to Harry and screamed "Expelliarmus."
"Portego," cried Harry as he felt the wand struggle against his grip.
"Oh Bella was right, Mcnair, Potty boy knows how to play," said Goyle, chuckling.
Harry urgently thought in his mind, "Levicorpus," pointing his wand at an imprudent Goyle. Goyle screamed in horror and dread, causing Mcnair to reflexively jump away, as he was left dangling upside down in the air. Harry stared at Goyle and shouted with a smile on his face, "Stupefy." Goyle's body hit the concrete road with a soft thump."
Mcnair looked at Harry and sneered. His wand was raised into the air, "Cruc-"
At this moment he was hit with a body-bind from the Weasly twins who had managed to subdue and stun Fenrir.
"You OK Harry," asked George looking concerned.
"Yeah," said Harry breathlessly.
"But for how long…" said a chilly voice.
The air was swarming with the swishes of cloaks as Death Eaters apparated around them. Fenrir had been the bait used to ensnare them into a lethal trap. The Death Eaters had known that revenge will be imposed on the disgusting, nauseating and sickening werewolf who had carried out senseless slaughter when the Dark Lord had commanded him to. The werewolf was one of Lord Voldemort's most obedient pets who had been trained to molest whatever was pointed out to him. They had innocently fallen into a trap that had been designed to exploit their talent for "playing the hero" to its limits. They had been infantile, irresponsible and irrational.
So, this is it, thought Harry. This is where it all ends for us.
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