Breaking Point

Chapter 12

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The day was like any other for one Albus Dumbledore. Ever since Voldemort had been defeated, he had been preparing for the moment upon which the Dark Lord would return. His plans had not always worked, but Dumbledore knew things could have been much worse.

However, even with Voldemort's presence being reduced, his forces small compared to what they had been, it's seem the Dark Lord thrived under these conditions. He was more dangerous, powerful and above all else, he was smarter.

One thing that had been good about the Horcrux's had been the fact that while tearing his soul apart and providing him pseudo immortality, it had torn his mind apart as well. Therefore, severely impairing his thought process and considering that Tom had always been a near unparalleled genius, it had been a positive. His plans had been simple, take his forces and raid known Muggleborn homes and attack Blood-Traitors.

Simple and easy to predict.

Though it had not stopped Voldemort from nearly winning simply due to the size of his forces and his own power.

However, while his forces had been drastically reduced in his time trying to regain his body, it seemed he had found a way to regain his mind that had been nearly destroyed. So while Dumbledore's plan to limit Voldemort's forces and ability to move had worked, Voldemort had regained his most terrifying weapon and was putting it to great use.

Whereas before, Dumbledore was able to predict and plan to counter anything Voldemort, now he was left simply reacting.

Hopefully, Harry would be able to do better than him. 'No, he will need to do better than me.' He thought firmly, knowing that Harry had no room to fail or the entire world would fall in the face of Voldemort's ambitions.

Sensing the presence of his deputy, he looked to see the door burst open with a particularly panicked, Minerva stood before him. "Hogsmeade!" She exclaimed and Dumbledore let his calming smile drop. "It's under attack!"

Rising from his seat, Dumbledore worked hard to contain his own worry. "Then we best not waste any time." He responded, his voice calm and collected as his mind played over what this would mean. He knew it was a statement, Voldemort had done it before in the previous Blood War.

A statement that Dumbledore couldn't protect the children under his care. Purebloods would remove their children and flock to the only person who could possibly protect them, Voldemort. And if they didn't, instead attempting to do something else, like flee the country, would fail and either be killed or join Voldemort out of fear.

It had worked before, Hogwarts nearly getting shut down due to the number of times Voldemort had launched raids upon Hogsmeade. Dumbledore would not let it happen this time, and he knew Harry would be there. He wasn't ready to face Voldemort yet, but Harry was capable of putting up a fight against some of his more skilled and powerful followers.

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Rabastan Lestrange was certainly expecting many things upon being told that he and his brother, Rudolphus would be leading the raid upon Hogsmeade. He knew that they were always going to face resistance from the Aurors stationed here and even possibly, Potter.

He wasn't worried about Potter, the boy had struggled against Fenrir. Certainly the Werewolf had a great deal of Magical power and even greater physical power, but he was not a skilled duelist. He was strongest under a Full Moon when turned into a Werewolf and was the only reason he was admitted into the Inner Circle.

The werewolves pack mentality resulted in the strongest leading, Fenrir as a Werewolf was the strongest in all of Europe. His savagery and strength well-known and it had allowed him to amass a large pack, the largest in all of Europe.

But even so, while Potter's duel with him was a cause of worry due to the fact he managed to survive, it showed skill and power for someone so young. At the end of the day, Rabastan was not worried, if Potter did attempt to face him he would be easy to deal with. It was such a shame that his Lord wanted to kill Potter himself, it would certainly be easier to let his followers to kill the boy when the opportunity presented itself.

'Oh well.' He thought with a shrug as he watched those Death Eaters under his command go about killing those students and residents of Hogsmeade, some facing off against Aurors. And of course, his brother was facing off against two with a sadistic smile upon his face.

Hearing coughing as he walked through the village, he looked to see a young girl, blood spluttering out of her mouth. "Oh, you're still alive." He spoke, the girl looking at him with hope in her eyes until she took in his mask and cloak, in which they quickly turned to wide eyed and full of fear. The look made him smile beneath his mask.

Walking forwards, he crouched down, his eyes roaming over her body. Despite her youth, she was pretty, it's such a shame her lower half had been removed, he might have had some fun with her. "Such a shame." Drawing his wand, he pointed it at the girl and while she couldn't see it, his smile grew even wider. "Crucio."

And then she screamed.

The sound made Rabastan laugh as he felt sick pleasure fill his body, the girl spasming on the ground as she screamed and screamed and screamed. Rabastan loved it, he couldn't get enough of it.

But he quickly found himself growing annoyed as the girl stopped. Her eyes closed and her breathing stopped, the blood lose and pain of not only her being cut in half, but also being put under the torture curse causing her heart to give out.

Snarling, Rabastan rose to his feet and looked around.

He had just being getting into it and the girl decided to go up and die on him. That wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all.

And as his eyes panned over the snow covered ground, dead bodies littering and dying the snow red, his eyes locked onto a elderly man, crawling away. Laughing, Rabastan almost skipped, heading directly towards the old man, already looking forward to hear him scream.

Only for him to quickly spin around when he felt a build up of dark magic on a level he did not expect.

What he saw left Rabastan temporarily speechless.

Fiendfyre.

The brilliant red flames rushed forwards like a tidal wave, engulfing the Death Eaters who screamed as they were completely eviscerated by the cursed flames. And as his eyes followed the flames as they slowly took shape into that of a wolf, Rabastan saw who controlled them.

Harry Potter.

The sight of the boy using such flames was even more shocking than the sight of flames being used against Death Eaters in the first place. Aurors would never use such flames simply because they were so difficult to control and even Death Eaters avoided using them unless they were aiming to destroy something entirely and were at a safe distance.

There were very few individuals that could actually control such flames and as he watched the boy seethe, his eyes glowing with power and rage, Rabastan realised just why Voldemort had wanted Potter dead to the point obsession.

The boy held power and talent that should only come about once in a century. Power to rival his Lord and the fool, Dumbledore.

His gaping mouth quickly closed, twisting into a snarl as he looked to his brother.

They didn't even need to share words and instead turned to Potter with their wands raised. While the rest of the Aurors and Death Eaters were shocked into silence and unable to move after what they had seen, Rabastan and Rudolphus had seen greater displays of magic.

So without hesitation they fired a number of dark curses at Potter.

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Tonks had seen great displays of magic.

She had been apprenticed under Mad Eye Moody and had seen him use all sorts of magics to bring Dark Wizards to justice, or to a quick end. To Moody they were one in the same.

So it was safe to say she was used to seeing great displays of magic and she shouldn't be surprised that people were capable of even greater things than what she had seen. The duels between Voldemort and Dumbledore always told of great fire snakes and powerful spells that no one had never heard or seen of before.

They were said to be awe inspiring, but terrifying things to see in person.

But to Tonks, there was nothing more shocking than seeing the kind, funny and handsome young man she had come to know as a friend, using Fiendfyre in such a way. Controlling it wasn't impossible, she knew that much, Moody had made liberal use of said cursed fire when hunting particularly dangerous wizards.

However she knew that using such fire and having control over it was something that was very difficult. Even she wasn't capable of doing it and she knew from watching Harrys training that he shouldn't be either.

It was as if in a moment of great emotional distress, he had exceed his limits and done something he had never been capable of before.

And as she stood there, inching slowly away from the wolf comprised entirely of Fiendfyre, Tonks couldn't help but look at in both awe and fear. Fiendfyre usually took the form of a raging tide of uncontrollable and undirected of flames. Corporal Fiendfyre was as difficult and as rare as a Corporal Patronous.

And infinitely more dangerous.

But she quickly broke out of her shocked awe as Harry leaped into action. His form weaving around a number of curses sent his way and parrying a number that he couldn't. With nary a thought, the flaming wolf bounding forwards to the two Death Eaters that had attacked him, flaming paw prints left in its wake.

While the closest individual managed to get out of the way, the second individual flicked his wand as snow from all angles rushed forwards to smother the beast.

It didn't work all that well as the wolf burst out of the ball of snow that had encompassed it. However, she did note that the flames seemed to have shrunk so while it had not stopped the beast, it had weakened it slightly and slowed it down. Even then, it was not nearly enough.

The second Death Eater leapt to one side to avoid the flaming wolf as it continued onwards into a group of Death Eaters burning them alive.

Whipping off her cloak, Tonks pulled out her wand and jumped in, firing spells at a small group of Death Eaters. The battle around them jump starting once more, though this time it was far more evenly matched.

With the Aurors no longer having to defend students and residents of Hogsmeade, they could focus all their attention upon the Death Eaters and while the enemy certainly weren't weak, they weren't on the level of a trained Auror. The number of a Death Eaters played a factor as well due to Harrys Fiendfyre having reduced their numbers by half.

A cutting curse from her hand removed one Death Eaters wand hand, before she spun around and fired an overpowered Reducto curse that sent a Death Eater flying. Over the sound of spells, she could hear the sound of cracking bones from her opponent.

Having a brief reprise, Tonks and looked to see that Harry was continuing to control his Fiendfyre wolf as it wreaked havoc upon the Death Eater forces, stopping them from regrouping. She was internally thankful that he was using the cursed fire because it was giving them a huge advantage.

The wolf, despite being subjected to a stream of water that tried to douse the wolfs flame body from one of the two Death Eaters he had been facing, it was still going strong. The figure continuously moving out of the way of the wolf and firing a stream of water that weakened the beast further, only for that brief moment in which he moved to safety, giving Harry the right amount of time to fuel the spell with more magic and restore it to full strength.

It was a continuous cycle and it was doing perfectly well in keeping, what she could tell to be one of the strongest Death Eaters here occupied.

But out of the corner of her eye, she could see the first Death Eater that had attacked Harry flanking. No doubt to capitalise on the same weakness that she had seen.

While his use of Fiendfyre was proving to be effective and deadly, it left him dangerously exposed. His attention was focused entirely on keeping the cursed fire under control, stopping it from spreading out and causing untold destruction and so, could not properly defend himself.

The first instance had been pure luck, Harry still filled with rage and the desire to destroy his enemies. It was that will and drive that allowed him to keep the Fiendfyre under control, but he had calmed down, she could see it in his eyes. It was taking everything he had just to keep the cursed fire under control.

Rushing forward, she fired a number of spells at the Death Eater only for the figure to masterfully parry them to one side and fire a Bombarda at her feet. It was a perfectly aimed spell, aimed not at where Tonks was but where she would have be had Tonks not also seen the trajectory of the spell and stopped herself.

Even then, the explosive force of the spell picked Tonks up off her feet and launched her backwards. "Harry!" She screamed, unable to say nothing but his name as a warning as the Death Eater spun around and fired an Bone Breaking Curse at the young wizard.

Still, she was thankful to note that it was more than enough.

Harry had heard the scream, his eyes once focused on killing what was obviously one of the lead Death Eaters, he having learned that Voldemort liked at least two Inner Circle members to lead a raid. It was a smart plan, if one died then there wouldn't be confusion as it meant there was still another leader to take command.

And considering Voldemort's Inner Circle were well-trained and powerful, the Death Eater he was trying to kill always managing to stay just safe enough away from his Fiendfyre creation, it was harder to kill them, let alone both.

Still, Harry did not stop until he heard Tonks shout, he would recognise her voice anywhere, and he noticed the tone of panic and desperation. Looking around in the direction, he saw the curse and while his mind tried to process what he was seeing, his bodies instinct trained by Dumbledore and Flitwick kicked in.

The magic feeding his Fiendfyre creation cut out, the flaming wolf disappearing and Harry stomped one foot into the ground.

He had very little time to actually dodge, nor did he have time to parry the strike. Not to mention he couldn't even produce a shielding charm as they had one very key weakness, they didn't cover the full body, only a specific side of the body. So he did the only thing he could do and use the Wandless magic he had been training with Dumbledore's help.

From the ground, a wall of earth rose up and the curse struck the wall, sending bits of gravel and debris harmlessly scattering across the landscape.

Yet, despite blocking one curse, a number of others struck the wall and so Harry's mind instantly went into overdrive. 'Attack!' Right now, staying on the defensive would do him no good, that's where his fathers style would come into place and he hadn't quite learned Flitwicks defensive style just yet. So that left him with one option, forget defence and go on the offensive.

Spinning round the wall, his wand fired a number of spells at the Death Eater who quickly parried them to one side. Yet Harry kept rushing forwards, even when he sensed magic coming towards him from his right, he didn't stop, he didn't need to.

Tonks herself appeared in the way and blocked the spells, temporarily skidding backwards due to the force behind them. She turning her attention to the Death Eater that had been facing off against his Fiendfyre creation while Harry continued on to attack the second one.

Rolling under a spell that missed his head by inches, Harry brushed his fingertips over the ground, snow lifting off the ground as the earth rippled forwards like a wave. As the rippling ground neared the Death Eater in the blink of an eye, it surged outwards as a circular pillar slamming into the solar plexus of the Death Eater, lifting him off the ground as he careened through the ground.

And Harry continued forwards, a wave of orange flames rushing out from his free hands and curling around the shield that had appeared just in time to save the Death Eater from being roasted.

Yet that was never Harrys aim, instead he had being gathering magic for one of Dumbledore's own personal spells, magic gathering at the tip of his wand as an orb of blue light shone brightly.

Thrusting forward, he simultaneously stopped feeding magic into his fire while unleashing the spell he had been storing up. The magic stored in the spell exploded outwards in a wave of pure magical force. It struck the shield of the Death Eater and shattered it like it was nothing, sending the man tumbling backwards till he struck his head against the the building behind him, slumping down unconscious.

Stood there for a few moments, Harry panted, his magic low as a result of just how much magic he had exhausted in those few short minutes.

But as he eyes panned over the battle still raging, Harry gripped his wand and rushed into aid Tonks.

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Neville had known Harry was powerful and certainly very talented with magic. He had shown it continuously over the course of the year, constantly performing spells with ease that astounded even the teachers. And while people thought that he would save the Magical World like he had done countless times before just because he could cast a few Sixth Year spells with ease. Neville knew differently. He knew just how hard Harry trained himself in order to even stand a chance at surviving, let alone winning.

Neville knew that on top of school work, Harry would get up early and do lots of physical training. Exhausting his body to such a degree that the only thing that allowed him to continue functioning, was his magic.

Neville tried his best to keep up, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, Neville could not quite close the gap that while already large, was growing bigger with every passing day. It would be disconcerting and even demoralising, if he didn't know just how powerful Harry needed to become.

When he and Harry had first duelled, he had gone easy on him. Harry had admitted it as soon as the duel ended, Neville having thrown everything he could – which was limited due to having next to no talent with magic – and yet, Harry just casually dodged everything with nary any effort. Then had ended the fight with a single spell.

To Neville, that had been a huge blow to his self-confidence, which was already low. How was he going to fight Bellatrix Lestrange when he couldn't even put up a fight against Harry? Only for Harry to turn around and admit that Dumbledore had defeated him much the same way in his first spar with the Headmaster.

That was when Neville knew why Harry pushed himself so hard. Voldemort was Dumbledore's equal according to the man himself. Harry needed to push himself to be on that same level if he was stand any chance of stopping the Dark Lord.

Seeing that determination had stopped Neville from even entertaining the thought of quitting. So what if he didn't have any magical talent or a great deal of magic at his disposal? He had determination and was more than willing to put in all the work he needed to reach a level in which he could avenge his parents. And so, Neville had pushed himself as hard as he could, just like Harry.

But knowing how powerful Harry was from his descriptions of his duels with Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore was different to seeing it on full display.

After having gathered as many people as possible into the Three Broomsticks, they had huddled down while the Prefects and a few other curious students watched the battle that had spread to encapsulate all of Hogsmeade rage on.

And they had all seen it, the tidal wave of red flames that engulfed a particularly large group of a Death Eaters that had been heading towards them. When they had subsided it revealed nothing left of them, not even ashes and they had all watched in shock as they coalesced and formed into a snarling wolf standing protectively behind Harry.

Neville didn't need to turn around to know that everyone was as shocked as him at what he was seeing.

Then the battle continued, eventually dissolving into skirmishes between groups of Death Eaters facing off against smaller groups of Aurors and sometimes lone Aurors. Yet Harry and Tonks had faced off against what was quite obviously the leader of the raid. Their masks carrying more intricate details, not to mention there robes were more expensive and by the fact that they brushed off some spells like they were nothing, were charmed to protect them.

And Harry had dominated his fight against his opponent.

Tonks was an experienced Auror who had trained under Mad Eye Moody, yet she was struggling against her opponent. Harry on the other hand, had manipulated the elements without his wand – that alone was shocking enough – but then knocked out said opponent with a wave of pure magical energy even they felt the after effects of left them speechless.

Yet while students cheered, completely forgetting the battle that was raging on, Neville had noticed how tired those pieces of powerful magic had left Harry. Not physically, he knew that Harry could continue on for a long while, but magically.

He might have a large magical core, but even he had his limits.

Yet, Harry continued to fight on, leaping into action to aid Tonks as they tag-teamed the other lead Death Eater with a ferocious display of magic.

Despite the two on one odds, the Death Eater was doing well, extremely well. Parrying spells and using debris to act as a continuous floating shield around him as he fired spells off at a fast rate. They required less magic of use compared to what Harry had used and it showed.

Even then, Neville could see Harry slowing down. His spells no longer moving as fast or packing as much power. Tonks was trying her best to compensate, but it wasn't enough and if Neville could see this, then he was sure their opponent could as well.

"How?" He heard the previously silent Hermione question beside him, she having been left speechless at watching her friend fight with such ruthlessness and brutality. "H-he-"

"He's been preparing for this since the Ministry." Neville replied, not tearing his eyes away, even when the Death Eater started focusing his spells upon Harry. Tonks herself struggling to protect both herself and Harry at the same time. "He's been preparing to fight Voldemort and he's not going to stop, not even if it kills him."

He could feel Hannah flinch, her hand held in his tightening at the mention of the name of Voldemort.

Giving her hand a comforting squeeze, he continued to watch.

"He's going to die if he doesn't get away." The cultured and slightly accented voice of Blaise made Neville, Hannah and Hermione turn to see the dark-skinned wizard walking towards them. "While that magical attack he used to knock the other wizard unconscious was certainly impressive and powerful, it exhausted him too much and he's going to get both himself and that Auror he's fighting with killed. Especially seen as it didn't keep the Death Eater down for long."

They followed his finger to see the Death Eater that had previously been unconscious, slowly moving.

It was slow, no doubt concussed by the strike as he slowly pulled himself into a kneeling position. "How?" Hannah asked, all of them having felt the amount of magic that had been used in that last spell from Harry.

"Magic helps in more ways than you think." Was all the answer Blaise gave as he looked on with his arms crossed and disinterested gaze. "That Auror who's protecting Potter's ass is too busy protecting the idiot to see him getting up. As for Potter, he's just being his usual idiotic self, should have finished him off, but instead rushed off to be his usual heroic self and save the Auror that was struggling only to make things worse." Blaise clicked his teeth in annoyance.

"He doesn't know." Neville murmured, his eyes focused entirely upon the Death Eater slowly getting to his feet.

"Obviously." Blaise sarcastically replied, ignoring the glare sent his way by both Hannah and Hermione.

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'I'm...tired?' Harry thought in confusion, unable to grasp the feeling. He knew tiredness, what it felt like, but it had been so long since he had felt it. 'Why?' As the fight dragged on, Harry found he struggled more and more to fend of his opponents curses, to the point even Tonks had begun to help him. 'Why am I so tired?'

It seems his tiredness had not gone unnoticed, the Death Eater firing more powerful spells at a greater speed and frequency than before, the vast majority heading straight for Harry.

Tonks saw this and quickly put herself in front of Harry, a shield rising up as the spells impacted against it. "Dammit!" She cursed as she struggled to keep her shield active under assault.

Sparing a glance over her shoulder, Tonks saw he was on his knees panting heavily and with gritted teeth, she took the brief pause in the Death Eaters assault to launch her own attack. She was outmatched, that much she had known from the first few minutes of their fight. When Harry first appeared to give her aid she had been grateful because she was struggling greatly, it was like fighting Antoni Dolohov all over again.

'He has to be an Inner Circle member.' Tonks didn't want to even entertain the idea that in the space of a few months, the Higher Tier Death Eaters had grown exponentially more powerful. The only explanation she could come up with was that this guy, and the guy Harry had fought were Inner Circle members.

Again, just like Antonio Dolohov, it took everything she had to parry and block the spells sent her way. In most cases, she would have been moving round, a moving target was harder to hit after all. This time though, Harry was in no state to move, she didn't know what was going on, but he was vulnerable and she would be damned if he got hurt.

And as she thought with everything she had and more, Harry watched on, his visioning darkening around the edges. 'What's happening to me?' His fists clenched. 'Why am I so weak?'

He could see it, Tonks fighting and losing. She was putting up a fight, but she was forced to protect him as well as herself. Tonks was a skilled duellist, but she couldn't beat this guy even without him getting in the way. And that's exactly what he was doing, getting in the way.

'Fuck! What's wrong with me?' He tried to move, tried to do anything, but he couldn't, his entire body felt like lead. 'Move!' He screamed internally as Tonks was disarmed, landing on her back with a grunt. 'Move! Do something!' He could see the Death Eater raising his wand and the tell tale green glow of the Killing Curse just waiting to be unleashed. 'Anything!'

Unlike before when Harry had first being able to control Fiendfyre and form a corporal shape, this was an explosion in growth unlike anything. In moments of great need, people can go beyond their limits. People can lift cars to save their children, continue walking forwards despite losing blood.

It was what made humanity so great despite its many flaws.

They continued to push forwards even when they should be incapable of doing so.

Harry had being doing this his entire life. Constantly moving forwards, pushing on no matter how many obstacles got in his way. You could knock him down and he would get right back up.

And in this moment, watching as someone he cared for was about to be killed as he kneeled their helpless, something inside him clicked.

The Killing Curse flew from the Death Eaters wand and flew towards Tonks at great speeds that would be unavoidable in Tonks position. She would die and as she lay there, she could do nothing but think on at everything she had failed to accomplish.

She had failed to protect her father who had died in a raid a few weeks ago. She had failed to comfort her mother who had lost the man she loved, instead trying to pursue a relationship with a man who had no interest in her. She had failed to protect Harry in Diagon Alley and watched as the man she loved crushed any hope of finding love. And now, she had failed to protect Harry a second time.

Yet, as the Killing Curse came within inches of her, a wave of…something, struck the curse and made it fizzle into nothing. The green light floating harmless around her as she watched, or make accurately felt the wave continue to spread outwards till it hit the Death Eater.

And she watched in morbid fascination as the man screamed out in pain, carried with the wave as his body seemed to disintegrate. Tearing apart and being reduced to dust.

Tonks could do nothing but watch as the man who had been about to kill her was killed in turn in a matter of seconds. Her eyes slowly panned around, looking at Harry who she just knew had been behind the magical phenomenon. She hadn't seen it, but she could feel it in the magic, it just felt like Harry.

She wasn't the only one looking, many Aurors and Death Eaters had felt the surge of magic and had looked to the epicentre, each catching the sight of Harry's eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed forwards.

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Rabastan could barely believe what he had seen, his brother was dead. Perhaps if he had been of sane mind, not suffering from a concussion, he might have decided against his current course of action.

But he wasn't, the anger he felt at seeing his brothers murder drove him to madness.

He went to take aim and fired a Killing Curse at the unconscious figure of Harry.

Only for a wall to appear before it.

Angered, Rabastan looked around wildly and noticed that a few Aurors had moved in front of Potter as had Tonks, the latter moving to check over him. Yet he didn't care, his forces were weakened drastically, somehow over the course of the battle the Aurors had gained the upper hand.

Spells flew out of his wand with the intent to kill.

The first Auror dropped in a matter of seconds, the second soon after.

Even as spells were fired in his direction, Rabastan pushed forwards. His wand whipping through the air as he parried spells and fired back in turn. Another three Aurors dropped and only two remained between him and Potter.

Just as he killed another Auror, disarming the final one and prepared to kill him as well, a banishing charm struck him from the side and sent him flying.

Growling as he lay in the sand, Rabastan rose to his feet, his hand gripping his wand tightly as he stared at the boy who had struck him. He was tall, and looked to be in decent shape, but it was the anger in his eyes that caught his attention.

"Good shot, kid." The final Auror who had stepped into shield Harry, while the rest fought of the remnants of the Death Eater forces said as he stepped beside the boy, his wand back in his hand. "But let me take it from here."

"Sorry, but no." The kid replied, his eyes never once leaving Rabastan. "I owe this bastard for killing my parents."

The Auror went to argue against this, only for Rabastan to leap into action. Spells fired out of his wand at a quick pace, the young school boy who looked strangely familiar struggled to defend himself and the Auror did as well, though with a little more ease.

Swiping his wand to one side, Rabastan transfigured a large portion of Earth in a similar manner to what Potter had done before and two pillars of earth rose up. The boy managed to avoid, albeit barely while the Auror was unable to do so. Using this, Rabastan killed the Auror in short order before focusing his full attention on the boy who had positioned himself in front of both Harry and Tonks.

"Neville!" Tonks hissed, urgency clearly heard in her voice as she too rose to her feet in preparation to protect Harry.

Yet as Neville and Tonks argued, neither taking their eyes off Rabastan, the man in question finally figured out just who was before him and laughed. "Neville? Neville Longbottom? Yes, now I remember you." Neville narrowed his eyes while Tonks spared him a concerned glance. "How are your mother and father? I remember them, your mothers screams and pleas for mercy and your fathers cries for us to stop as we raped her."

Neville gripped his wand tightly, his hand shaking in rage as he glared murderously at Rabastan who only continued to laugh.

"Heard they're in St. Mungo's, maybe I'll pay mummy dearest a visit again." Rabastan taunted, licking his lips lecherously. "She maybe a blood traitor but she did feel good."

"Ahhh!" Neville roared, firing spells in Rabastans direction who laughed as he parried them easily and upon seeing an opening, struck.

Neville cried out in pain as a large cut opened up on his chest as he fell back onto the ground, Tonks herself unable to do anything as she was too busy protecting herself and Harry from Rabastan's assault.

Laughing, Rabastan focused the entirety of his attention on Tonks, occasionally having to move to one side as an Auror decided to interfered. They were quickly dealt with and Rabastan kept pushing forwards. In most cases, Tonks would have moved backwards, conceding ground in order to keel her balance. But with Harry unconscious she could do nothing but try and hold her ground as best as she could under the unending assault.

Gasping, Tonks fell backwards after Rabastan transfigured debris into a rain of metal spikes that she just barely avoided.

Breathing heavily, Tonks weakly reached out looking up at Rabastan as he stalked towards them. The battle had been a bloody one, the Aurors stationed here had been reduced to a fifth of their original number with those still alive currently facing off against the Death Eaters. It was certainly easier to deal with them due to their numbers being reduced by Harry's Fiendfyre creation, but even then those still alive were at a level where they were more than capable of going toe to toe with an Auror.

Not to mention, that they were exhausted.

Magical fights were short, usually last no longer than a couple of minutes at most. In that time, Aurors would throw around enough magic that they would be both physically and magically tired. However, this fight had lasted longer than a couple of minutes, it had gone on for over ten.

It may seem short, but to those who were fighting it seemed like hours had passed and they struggled with even staying upright let alone continuing to fight.

The only one that was fine was Rabastan.

He had simply stood and watched as his Death Eaters fought against the Aurors and then had fought against Harry once his Fiendfyre creation had been destroyed. Even then, he had been caught off guard by Harrys skill and use of Wandless magic enabling Harry to knock him out in short order.

As a result, when Rabastan awoke he was practically as good as new besides the concussion. As a result, Tonks and the Aurors, each exhausted after all the magic they had expended in fighting against the Death Eaters, were easy to deal with.

Tonks knew that and knew that this time, there would be no miraculous last minute save from Harry as he used magic in a way she had never seen before.

Yet, as she watched Rabastan line up the shot to finish her off once and for all, a vortex of flames appeared along with the telltale crack of Apparation. Both she and Rabastan watched as a platoon of Aurors appeared led by Kingsley Shacklebot along with a few Order of the Phoenix Members, including Fleur, Remus and Moody.

It was not the sight of them that ceased the fighting however. No, it was the sight of Dumbledore as he stepped out from the flames. There was nothing different about him, he still had a calm, grandfatherly smile that put people at ease and his odd coloured robes.

There was no clear sign or reason for the Death Eaters to step away in fear, Dumbledore was powerful, they all knew that. They knew that they had no chance of winning, not with being outnumbered. All they knew was that as Dumbledore's calm gaze spread across the village of Hogsmeade, pausing on the dead bodies of young children that belonged to his school, there was a sudden shift in the air.

Rabastan who had previously being blinded by his rage and his maniac delight at finally getting his revenge, stepped back subconsciously in fear. His eyes wide at the sight of Dumbledore's who gaze finally landed on Harry, Tonks and Neville.

Then his gaze focused entirely upon Rabastan and without, the Death Eater felt fear beyond anything he had felt before. Without even a word or any attempt at fighting, Rabastan placed his wand on his arm. "Riddle." He intoned and he was quickly dragged away thanks to the emergency Portkey that had been added to the Dark Mark upon his Lords return to the world.

And as Dumbledore stood there, watching as those few conscious Death Eaters attempted to escape, some succeeding, but the vast majority failing, Dumbledore walked towards the group of three on the ground. Kneeling down, he placed one hand on Tonks shoulder as he allowed his magic to slowly heal what he could of Neville's wounds.

Harry was fine, magically exhausted, but he would be fine. He recognised the signs from his own experiences, so he knew that there was nothing he could, even if he wanted to. But Neville needed immediate attention. The cutting spell had cut deep and a great deal of blood was seeping out his wound.

Besides him, he could feel Fleur dropping to her knees to check over Harry and Tonks. "There is nothing you can do for him except for giving him a warm and comfortable place to rest." He spoke and he could feel both Fleur and Tonks look at him as he focused his entire attention on Neville.

Healing magic wasn't his speciality nor was he overly skilled in it, but he knew enough to at least make Madame Pomfrey's job easier.

A/N: Another chapter done and with it, the Battle of Hogsmeade comes to an end. Next chapter will focus on the aftermath of the battle. Now onto the matter of what happened to Harry, as Dumbledore explained it's a case of Magical Exhaustion. Fiendfyre is a very costly piece of magic that feeds of the casters magic and if it goes out of control, will continue to feed of the casters magic until it's either killed the caster, exhausted him completely or someone quells the cursed fire. It's a very dangerous piece of magic and while Harry has had some practise with it, he's never being capable of controlling it.

The reason why he did was because in that moment he experienced a desire he hadn't really felt in that great of an abundance and therefore, allowed Harry to control the fire. I'll go into more detail next chapter about why harry was able to do it. But anyway, the cursed fire, the Wandless elemental magic, the spells and that final spell Harry used exhausted Harry to such a degree he had never felt before.

Now that final action, what he did to Rudolphus and the Killing a Curse, that is the power 'he knows not.' I decided not to go the 'love' route, though I guess it could be linked to it in a way.

Anyway, let's get onto the questions:

The Reading Dragon 666: Just three at a max, so that will include Fleur, Tonks and Daphne. Though that's not to say there will be three girls is up for debate as I might just stick to two, I don't know right now.

Jtf0012: Definitely will do and thank you for the suggestions. I'll definitely go check them out.

Smutley Do-Wrong: Yes, I'll explain more next chapter but pretty much they were the few students the prefects found trying to hide in Hogsmeade to avoid being taken back and therefore missed the carriages so had to wait for them to come back. Hopefully the reason I did this made sense, it's fear tactics as well as Voldemort proving that Dumbledore can't protect them as well as a warning as to what would happen should you not join him.

BoredKing: Things like that affect the wand according to Ollivanders so I thought what the hell, might as well include this in to actual magic as well. Especially considering that a wand is basically an extension of a persons body, it's part of their soul pretty much.