"There must be fifty of them out there!" Silver darted through the various brooms and curses and swept two Death Eaters off their transport, yet more seemed to come.

"We've been betrayed!" Kingsley twisted and turned as he avoided certain death by Killing Curse, moving at an opposite angle to Remus Lupin, who darted left on his broom with his fake Harry Potter (George Weasley)hanging on by his coat-tails. Moody cut into the clouds chased by five Death Eaters, his Harry Potter seeming unusually frightened. Bellatrix Lestrange chased her niece Nymphadora Tonks, who was carrying Ron Weasley through the sea of spells around them. Black and Silver were holding back at least twelve Death Eaters on their own, using a deft combination of illusionary charms and deadly fire and lightning. To the watching Muggles below on Privet Drive it must have been a show of fireworks and lightning without rain, but above the clouds it was pandemonium as every piece of magic was aimed to kill or maim, death in the air and in everyone's breaths.

"They wanted a distraction; they're going to get one!" Black stood on her broom and took out her wand, shouting Impedimenta and spraying the red light all over the battlefield. The beam scanned the sky and hit numerous Death Eaters including some who were chasing Hagrid and more importantly, the real Harry Potter. Bellatrix didn't care as she continued to chase the daughter of her blood traitor sister, not worrying if it was the real Potter behind her. Ron was doing his best to counter the attacks that came from all sides, though riding shotgun on a broom didn't give much room for movement. Bellatrix was an extremely good flier and overtook them in an instant, her wand coursing with green power. An untimely death for Tonks and Ron was avoided, however when Ron managed to pull out his wand and conjure an Elemental whirlwind out of nowhere, leaving Bellatrix hanging onto her broom by only a few hairs, her weight pulling her down and away from them as her curses faded into obscurity.

"He's here!" someone yelled as the skies seemed to darken and hearts remained still. Here was Voldemort himself, the embodiment of evil , flying with no broom or creature, eyes red as blood, rallying his troops to bring him the Potter boy who had caused him so much trouble yet was his favorite target. Someone had this ingenious idea to disguise themselves and others as Potter, but Voldemort didn't mind killing all of the Order of the Phoenix tonight, with no Albus Dumbledore to stop him from doing so.

"Shield the Potters!" Silver linked up with Black and together cast a great Shield Charm that many a Death Eater slammed against and fell to their deaths or one of their comrades. Many more passed the shield however, including one that wore no mask.

"Snape!" Lupin noticed the second of the two Death Eaters chasing him, wishing he could turn around and duel Dumbledore's murderer.

"Look out!" George pulled on Lupin's sleeve and they both narrowly avoided a falling Death Eater. Lupin was thanking his lucky stars but a cold scream made his ears explode; he also noticed part of his hair had been sheared off, but more importantly George Weasley was screaming like a banshee and gripping the side of his head. Snape and his partner broke off, the former professor convincing his colleague the scream was not Potter's.

"I am a Potions Master, Polyjuice does not affect one's voice in pain!" he shoved the other Death Eater towards Kingsley and Hermione, pointing haughtily. He turned his broom towards another group of Death Eaters, cursing his poor aim and muttering silent apologies. Poor George would have one ear for the rest of his life, if he survived this. For Snape a boy's ear would probably be a good exchange for the life of Harry Potter, who was more important than even he himself could ever imagine. The bike Sirius Black once used was breathing plumes of Dragon fire in the distance, where Voldemort was headed as well.

"Master!" Snape called out over the din, "We have removed the guises off some of the Potters!" Snape looked back, trying to buy one or two seconds for Harry and Hagrid.

"Away from me, Severus! I know that spell, Expelliarmus! The spell he used on me in Little Hangleton!" Voldemort moved around Severus and darted towards his prey like a shark in bloody water.

"Burn, all of you burn!" Moody was launching as many Unforgivable Curses as the Death Eaters he was fighting, not caring that they would gladly pay him back. Mundungus Fletcher was howling and preening like the coward he was and Harry was not.

"You are not him," Voldemort picked up two of his minions hit by the Cruciatus Curse and threw them at Moody, who had his back turned to the Dark Lord. He blasted the bodies aside only to see a flash of green light engulf him. Lupin, Arthur Weasley and Bill all screamed as Moody fell off his broom, his wand flying off in another direction due to the sheer force of the curse. Fletcher bawled and Disapparated, leaving Voldemort with a clear line of sight towards Hagrid and Harry, who were already engaged with two dangerous Death Eaters.

"To me, you fools!" Voldemort floated in the air as he waved his troops forward, telling them to ignore the other Potters now that Harry had exposed himself to the Death Eaters.

"Stop them, stop as many as you can! Priorities have changed!" Silver leapt off his broom and lightning surrounded him, boosting himself in Voldemort's direction with a trail of pure electricity behind him.

"You heard the man!" Bill was back to back with his father and the twins, George still grabbing his head but using his other hand to fire jinxes and curses. Black slammed her broom into a Death Eater's head, freefalling before pointing her wand to her back.

"Wingardum Leviosa!" she bounced back up onto the air, kicking a Death Eater off his broom and headed in Harry's direction. Silver's lightning bolt was catching up to Voldemort, cutting swathes in the clouds as it passed.

"He's ready to fire!" Hermione yelled, hands on her eyes.

Voldemort's yew wand was raised, the green light of death awaiting its release. Harry and Hagrid felt so close to their destination, yet Voldemort's spell was closer.

"Avada Kedavera! No!! No!!!!"

Voldemort had Harry dead in his sights until a silver hand pulled his arm up at the last minute, the lightning that accompanied it sending his wand to the abyss.

"Selwyn, give me your wand!" he pushed Silver off his arm and tried again, only to see that Harry and Hagrid had totally disappeared from his sight.

"Black! He's made it!" Silver switched to air, firing a bright white flare into the sky and then surrounding himself with a ball of snow-white lightning that blinded everyone around him. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his abdomen and the sound of cutting flesh, but he completed the spell and disappeared in a flash. Even Voldemort had to shield his pale red eyes from the lightning, and when the light had subsided his quarry was gone, streaks of electricity the last sign of them anywhere in the sky.

The Dark Lord screamed, his anger drawing his Death Eaters away, all fearful of his wrath.

"Curse those people, curse them all!" Voldemort threw Selwyn's wand back at him, his eyes blazing red and his aura a sickly black. "Find his body!! Find that one-eyed lunatic's body and bring it to me!! FIND IT!!!" he swung towards Snape.

"You told me he was being moved today, and indeed he was. I have less reason to doubt your loyalties, Severus Snape!" he hissed, almost slipping into Parseltongue, "there is more to you than meets the eye. Dumbledore was indeed a fool all those years!"

"Only I am the fool," Snape whispered to himself.