Disclaimer: I am not Alan Dean Foster, George Lucas, or J.K. Rowling.
Enter Snape and Urnveld.
Urnveld. We count thirty DA brooms, Lord Snape. But they are so small, they are evading turbolasers.
Snape smiles with smug superiority in light of Thicknesse's latest display of overconfidence.
Snape. We'll have to destroy them broom to broom. Get the crews to their fighters.
Outside the Dark Mark, the battle continues.
Hooch. Watch yourself. There's a lot of fire coming from the right side of the deflection tower.
Harry. I'm on it.
Cedric. I'm going in. Cover me, Cadwallader.
Cadwallader. I'm right with you, Red Three.
Cedric and Cadwallader fire at the tower.
I've got a problem here.
Cedric. Eject.
Cadwallader. I can hold it.
Cadwallader continues dodging bolts.
Cedric. Pull out.
Cadwallader. No. I'm all right.
Cadwallader's Firebolt is hit. He dies.
Much to the satisfaction of Pius Thicknesse.
Trooper. The DA base will be in firing range in 7 minutes.
Harry is flying toward the Dark Mark, when he hears the voice of Sirius Black.
Ghost. Harry. Trust your feelings.
Not knowing what that meant, Harry continues firing.
Jigger. Squad leaders. We've picked up a new group of signals. Enemy brooms coming your way.
Harry. My scope's negative. I don't see anything.
Enter Ministry brooms.
Hooch. Maintain visual scanning. With all this energy flying, they'll be on top of you before your scope can pick them up. Remember, they can jam every instrument on your ship except your eyes. Here they come.
The Ministry brooms begin chasing the Firebolts.
Preece. I've got one! I've got one!
Hooch. Good shooting, Red Four. Watch it. You've got one on your tail.
Preece. I'm hit!
Preece's Firebolt explodes. He dies.
Harry. Cedric. You've picked one up. Watch it.
Cedric. I can't see it.
Cedric tries to swerve out of the way, but the Ministry broom continues firing.
They're on me tight. I can't shake them.
Harry. I'll be right there.
Harry fires on and destroys the pursuing broom.
Got him.
Exit all.
