Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.
Enter Hermione, Percy, and Ollivander, in the base control room.
DA Trooper. Standby alert. Dark Mark approaching. Estimated time to firing range, 15 minutes.
As Hermione worries, the Firebolts fly toward the Dark Mark.
Hooch. All wings report in.
McManus. Red Ten standing by.
Cattermole. Red Seven standing by.
Cedric. Red Three standing by.
Dudley. Red Six standing by.
Cadwallader. Red Nine.
Neville. Red Two standing by.
Harry. Red Five standing by.
Hedwig. [beeps and whistles]
Hooch. Lock S-foils in attack position.
The Firebolts' moved to form an "X".
We're passing through their magnetic field. Hold tight. Switch your Shield Charms on. Double front.
Harry and the other pilots switch on their Shield Charms.
They fly up at the enormous Dark Mark.
Neville. Look at the size of that thing.
Hooch. Cut the chatter, Red Two. Accelerate to attack speed.
The Firebolts speed up.
This is it, boys.
The Firebolts angle toward the trenches.
Fleet. Red Leader. This is Gold Leader.
Hooch. I copy, Gold Leader.
Fleet. We're starting for the target shaft now.
Hooch. We're in position. I'm going to cut across the axis and try and draw their fire.
Hooch and three other Firebolts dive toward the Dark Mark's surface. The guns of the station begin firing on the DA brooms.
Neville. Heavy fire, boss. 23 degrees.
Hooch. I see it. Stay low.
Neville maneuvers toward the Dark Mark.
Harry. This is Red Five. I'm going in.
Harry races toward the Dark Mark, as guns fire on him. Unfortunately, he flies too fast.
Cedric. Harry. Pull out.
Harry manages to pull out.
Are you all right?
Harry. I got a little cooked, but I'm okay.
The Firebolts fly toward the Dark Mark.
Exit all.