I don't own Harry Potter. Period. End of story.
AN: Blah Blah Blah Blah Review or Voldemort will slaughter your family. It's funny, because two reviewers have commented on similarities to Captain America, only I haven't read any Captain America comics, or watched the movie.
Chapter Ten: The Battle
Harry ran full tilt to the majestic mansion, smiling as he sent laugh over his shoulder. Wind whipped around his body, and he soared like an eagle diving to meet it's prey. Behind him, Gabrielle and her family raced to catch up, laughing hysterically. Faintly he could hear Gabrielle's voice calling him back.
"Oh no," Harry yelled, still running full tilt, "You are not dressing me up in any more outfits."
Gabrielle laughed, echoing through the Parisian streets. "At least come back so you can have a croissant!"
Harry shook his head, nearly tripping on a crack in the sidewalk. "Not hungry!" he called back.
Still chuckling, he turned the corner and immediately froze in shock. He observed what appeared to be hundreds of what appeared to be large obsidian insects in front of the Delacour mansion. Only after he saw the wands did he realize that they were humans wearing full body armor.
Their suits glinted in the bright midday sun, polished to perfection. Their insect-like heads were turned to look directly at Delacour Mansion, and as if by some invisible cue all raised their wands simultaneously. They paused for a second, deliberating. Then, they struck.
A torrent of bright blue bolts erupted from the glittering mass of soldiers, impacting on the Delacour's wards with loud sucking sounds. The Delacour wards glowed with power, but the massive onslaught was significantly stronger. The ground began to shake, disrupted by massive energy waves shooting from the Mansion. The soldiers just shrugged it off and continued their assault.
The Delacours rounded the corner along with the contingent of French Aurors, still laughing. As their eyes swept the scene before them, they too froze in shock. The Aurors paused for mere moments before snapping out of it. "GO!" The lead Auror shouted at them, waving them away. "We'll hold them off!"
The French Aurors crept up on the Britons, and begun firing lethal curses rapidly. One Brit soldier turned from his task and wandlessly severed the heads of all seven French Aurors, slicing through their shields like they weren't there. Once complete, the Briton turned back to his task, firing blasts of energy at the Mansion.
Watching the heads fall, Harry snapped. Furiously, he jumped forward and began blasting blades of immense power from his fingertips. Jets of orange light flew from his fingertips like an automatic sprinkler, randomly impacting upon the shiny armor of the Brits. Instead of having their guts ripped out, or their eyeballs liquefied, the Aurors merely shook their heads and rejoined the fight. Green curses rained down on Harry as he nimbly dodged the deadly lances of power. His mind raced. What could kill them?
His eyes blazed with a mad intensity as he ripped meter-thick pipes from the ground wandlessly, bowling over a few soldiers before being blasted to pieces. A large chunk of road was lifted and dropped on the enemies, crushing the skulls of three. They, at least, did not get up.
Harry smiled like a maniac. He raised his hands again, and ripped chunks of an abandoned building from the ground and began pelting the soldiers with the deadly chunks. Yet again, only a few died before the rest adapted.
Harry conjured a small army of vicious dogs, and compelled them to attack the enemy. While the dogs distracted the Aurors, Harry levitated the ruined sections of asphalt and plaster into a crude form of a Golem. He transfigured them so they melded together, and with cold fury in his heart he cried "Animatis!"
The crude, enormous figure opened it's bloodred eyes and immediately spotted the Aurors casually destroying the dogs. Emitting a massive roar, it swung its house-sized fist at the hoard, bowling a whole row over and snapping their necks. Harry quickly began improving his Animatis spell post-casting, and added complex adaptation runes. Forty-seven powerful blasting curses impacted on the Golem's head, smashing it to fist-sized shards. The Golem crumpled over, and the Aurors returned to attacking Harry.
The shards of the Golem's head began to rattle, at first unnoticed by the Aurors. They began flying together, reattaching themselves to the Golem's neck. Within seconds, the Golem had leaped to it's feet and began charging at the Aurors again. Again, blasting curses flew at it's head, but the shards detached themselves at the impact point, making the spellfire harmlessly pass through it's skull.
As the Golem's fist flew through the air again, the Aurors ripped chunks from the road, blocking the fists with massive shields of asphalt. The Golem immediately reciprocated by growing curved metal blades from it's fist, slicing through both the Aurors and their shields with apparent ease.
After another few deaths, the Aurors again adapted, jumping back from the deadly, glinting blades. After a few ineffectual swipes, the Golem opened its mouth and roared. With a wicked gleam in its glassy crimson eye it spat jets of molten magma at the Aurors, melting the armor and torching them from the inside of their exoskeletons. Pained shrieks rang through the air as the Aurors fell, burnt to a crisp.
Eventually, the Aurors again adapted, placing cooling charms on their armor. The Golem retaliated by launching spikes of ice from newly-formed Gatling guns attached to its forearms. Rows and rows of them fell to the icy spikes, which were super-cooled by their own charms. The Aurors rallied themselves, and began casting FiendFyre simultaneously, forming a ring around the Golem.
Howling in agony, the Golem tried to place cooling charms on itself, but failed under the intensity of the magical onslaught. Molten stone dripped from it's fists, glowing like the setting sun. Magical energy whipped around the Golem, lashing out at the fire to no avail. With one last pained cry, the Golem's dull red eyes closed for the last time.
Eyes screwed up with fury, Harry looked one last time at the army, who's numbers were significantly reduced. He saw that they swept aside the deaths of their comrades easily, with a cold, professional detachment. They immediately returned to their attempts at destroying the wards.
Harry, praying that Dumbledore had managed to escape the fortress, ran back to the Delacours, who had taken shelter behind a flipped car. He grabbed their hands and apparated away silently, leaving death and destruction in his wake.