Chapter 6
Last Resistance
(Same Day as previous chapter)
"Follow me," commanded Avery. "And don't do anything stupid."
"Why do you get to be in charge?" asked the large blond death eater.
"Because, he doesn't want an idiot like you bungling it up. Now follow me."
The troupe of death eaters disappeared one after another in several loud pops. They appeared in the center of Diagon Alley. They ran behind Avery up down the alley, pushing aside those too stupid to move. "Confringo" shouted Avery, pointing to the doors of Gringotts. They flew open with a huge "bang" and went flying off their hinges. Before the dust and smoke had cleared the death eaters were already in.
"All of you, throw down your wands and move over there," shouted Avery, pointing with his wand over to the corner. The wizards in the place quickly complied, but the goblins were slower to obey, though they did. "Fiendf—"
"No!" shouted one of the goblins.
"Fiendfyre!" a huge burst of fire came out of Avery's wand and went down one of the tunnels, burning everything as it did.
"Let's get out of here!" Fiendfyre was too dangerous for them to stay. The Death Eaters ran out onto the street. When they were about fifty feet from the building a huge explosion rocked the ground. They all felt the heat and the shockwave as they were thrown onto the ground. 'What? Fiendfyre doesn't work that quickly.' Avery stood up and turned around. The building was perfectly fine, and standing in front of it were five aurors. The five aurors spread out in a line as the death eaters did the same. They all held their wands at the ready, for they knew not who would fire the first shot. But when it came, all hell broke loose.
"Reducto!" whispered Avery, pointing to the first floor of the building behind the aurors. The entire building collapsed, spending a spray of dust and wood everywhere. Lights from wands danced everywhere, and he couldn't find any of his men. Avery couldn't dwell on this for long as a tall, handsome auror came up to him and they began to duel. Their wands moved in a blur as the dueled, sparks ricocheting as they cast and countered spells. The auror was good, but not good enough. Avery eventually got through to him, and kicked aside his body as he went to rejoin the rest of his death eaters.
He found them sitting on the ground close to where they started, pick pocketing the dead. Of the five men he started left, only two were left. The Dark Lord would not be pleased. Avery beckoned to them that it was time to go, and cast Fiendfyre down the road, almost as an afterthought. They apparated back at the Fortress of the Dark Lord, and were surprised with what they found there. A full-scale battle was already in progress on the field, with the Death Eaters defending from atop the Fortress.
Avery felt a blow to back of his head and fell down. He hit the ground and turned onto his back when his attacker jumped upon him, pinning his legs down. The man had a wild look on his face as he pushed his wand into Avery's neck. Suddenly the pressure was released and the man stared at Avery.
"Avery? Sorry mate, didn't recognize you." Mulciber stood up and offered his hand to Avery who gratefully accepted it.
"Ow, did you really have to hit that hard?"
"Quick, we have to go," said Mulciber, ignoring his last comment. They both hurried towards the fighting and joined the fray. A smoke and dust were everywhere, and it was hard to see more than ten feet away. But Avery vaguely became aware that there were less and less aurors left fighting until the smoke and dust settled, and there were none left. Tired and exhausted, they headed back into the newly Fortress.