The field was in chaos. Had they had more time, the wizards of the Order could have planned better, knowing that Voldemort was surely going to summon reinforcements as soon as he'd realized what had happened. As it was however, they'd had to pull Voldemort with the Blood spell before he had a chance to pull Harry – which would have been disastrous. As such, they'd barely had a chance to summon help of their own to deal with the Deatheaters, and even then they were still far from overpowering in numbers.

The Deatheaters were quick to rally around their master, each of them immediately picking a target as they did so.

It was instantly clear just what Minerva had meant when she'd told SG-1 that they wouldn't be able to separate friend from foe. Spells were being cast all over the area as the Deatheaters and members of the Order targeted each other and soon merged into a large queue of odd colored robes, hats and waving wands. Bolts of energy, shouted spells, yelps of pain or shock or surprise were all around them as SG-1 crouched near the large rock that Jack O'Neill was leaning against, watching as several of the Deatheaters launched an attack at Sirius and Harry – who was standing beside his godfather with his wand out, but had yet to actually engage the enemy.

"We have to do something!" Sam shouted as they watched one of the Deatheaters wave his wand and topple one of the Order. The spell hadn't been the killing curse – and there was no time on either side for Crucio, so no one was being tortured, but the charms and spells that were being put to use were obviously the more sinister of the choices the wizards had, because people where going down left and right.

"What?" Daniel asked, helplessly, looking all around them, and dodging as a bolt of energy – not unlike a staff weapon blast – came hurtling at them only to be blocked by the large bulk of Bane, who took the hit without showing any sign of discomfort. Of course, the centaurs were immune to the spells, so chances were it hadn't hurt him at all.

"Stay down!" Zip called out to them, also moving over to shield them. "You can't help!"

Another bolt came their direction, and this time it managed to get past Bane – who was also shooting arrows at those who were surrounding Voldemort (mainly to distract them since the Deatheaters had realized what was happening rather quickly and had set up a repellant charm to make the arrows miss their mark) – and crashed into the rock between Teal'c and Daniel, spattering them with broken shards.

"Sir!" Sam turned to Jack, who was clearly not completely there – obviously a reaction to the spell that had been cast on him. The scroll had protected him from being injured – even the gash on his forearm was hardly bleeding any more – but it hadn't kept him from being stunned by having been on the receiving end of what was powerful ancient magic. "We need to get under cover…"

"There is no cover, Sam!" Daniel told her, shaking chips of the rock out of his hair. "Stay down…"

He had his gun, but didn't have a clue who to shoot.

"Sam!" Sirius spared a glance over at her to make sure she was still okay, but before he could yellp whatever warning it was going to be a bolt of red energy caught him square in the chest and he dropped without a word.

"Sirius!"

"Stay there!" Bane shouted, right before he stumbled, his front left hoof hitting a hole he hadn't seen. The centaur went down with a curse, and there was a loud snap when the leg broke. His bow went flying, and the quiver of arrows snapped almost as loudly as the bone had.

Zip rushed forward to aid him, but the Deatheaters had figured out how to deal with the seemingly unstoppable centaurs who were wreaking havoc in their midst. Another hole appeared, far too quickly for Zip to avoid it, and the centaur hit a hole exactly like the one that had felled Bane. Like Bane, he went down with a sickening thud, stunned from the impact.

Teal'c dodged a green bolt of energy and knelt down beside the dark centaur, who pushed him away – despite being in a lot of pain.

"Go guard O'Neill!"

Teal'c frowned, wondering why the centaurs thought it was O'Neill who needed the protection, but turned toward Jack – just in time to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a piece of paper. A piece of paper that was rolled up and crackled as he looked down at it.

Daniel was watching as well, his own gaze drawn there by Bane's warning. Unlike Teal'c, however, he recognized the paper immediately. It was the scroll that had insisted on leaving with Jack – and clearly it had discovered that the person it was meant for was in the area. It was glowing with a brilliant light that seemed to getting brighter and brighter as Jack held it.

"Jack, no!"

Unfortunately, that light was also a beacon, because every Deatheater in the clearing that didn't have an Order wizard in their sights turned as well.

Including Voldemort himself.

OOOOOOOOO

"The area is clear…"

Dobby turned and looked at Kreacher, who was standing stubbornly at the end of a narrow hallway.

"Not going!"

Dobby snorted, assuming his companion was afraid, and trying again.

"There is no one here."

Kreacher sniffed the air, then gave him a scornful look, and shook his head.

"One is still here. He will surely kill you."

Dobby shook his head, and started down the corridor, looking into each room as they went by, trying to find a sign of life. Reluctantly, Kreacher followed.

OOOOOOOOOOO

"Don't be dead…"

Dudley Dursley was shaking his father's still form, trying to get a reaction from him, and sobbing raggedly to himself. Grayback had terrified him and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He'd read the books, after all. He knew what the werewolf was – and what it liked to do to normal people. And not just Muggles, either. Even his own wizard-kind. He'd dodged a seriously scary bullet, that was for sure, and he didn't want to be there when whatever had driven them away returned.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get his father to wake up and refused to leave him where he was.

"Dad…" He shook him again, and this time Vernon Dursley made a muffled noise that might have been a sharp intake of breath. Dudley shook him again, but froze when he heard footsteps outside the door. A moment later the door, which was already ajar, opened a bit more, and Dudley actually had to bite his lip to keep from screaming in fright.

Huge ears, and then an ugly face and great big eyes peeped around the door.

"Hello!"

Now Dudley did scream.