Harry Potter and the Divinity Beyond Might and Magic

Chapter Two

No Dreaming of Superheroes

It all started out as a normal day. Fred and George Weasley were happily being ignorant about the universe, and anybody's woes; just being a couple of ginger business guys – rather than ginger menaces like they used to be.

When they fled school the previous year after making that bitch, Umbridge's life a living hell they had been concerned with what they would do once free from school. Though, they did have enough money to be getting on thanks to a certain investor, and they were proud to have opened their joke shop.

Their mother wasn't as proud to have two mischief making school dropouts, but even she couldn't say they weren't doing well. They even hired a few other staff members they were doing that well. Their mother had tried to get them to go back to Hogwarts to finish their exams, but she couldn't get them to give up actually doing something, which was a novel experience on her part.

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' was doing rather well as it was stacked up full of everything from joke lollypops to normal muggle magical tricks that they made abnormal if that was the correct word. Then given that the Magical World was having serious Dark Lord issues business was booming. They wondered how well they would be doing if nobody had to worry about Death Eaters.

Fred and George would say they were having a great time. However, George was out back of the main shop collecting some stock as they ran out of coolmits. They were little wrist bands that acted like portable air conditioning, and in the recent heatwave they were selling faster than their mother could get rid of her freshly baked hot cakes, which was saying something and anyone who tried anything their mother made cake-wise would agree wholeheartedly.

George got distracted with a huge fright and dropped the box as a huge crash startled him and almost made him fall to his knees as the ground around him shook. It was like the sound of something large and heavy being ripped away from something and being forced to the ground. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and tingles of static energy to crawl down his spine, and for him to involuntarily shuddered.

Soon after, a terrible screeching sound rolled painfully over George's ears, as the ground began to shake violently, as if an Earth Quake shattered down on London, but even George could tell that this was no natural phenomenon – no – it was far from natural – well, magic was natural, so that was probably a poor choice of words.

However, George shook his head clear as he clambered unsteadily on his feet. He quickly staggered his way back to the door leading out onto the shop floor. However, as soon as he leaned upon the door frame and looked through into the shop at all of their terrified customers the quake abruptly stopped, almost as if it had never been, but dust was still in the air, slowly settling.

"What the hell is going on?" George asked no one particular as he staggered slightly through the door and leaned on the counter near where his brother had paused.

Fred stood stock still at the counter seemingly unable to move. He only wore a horrified expression on his face. He watched through the shops front window as fifty something goblins were on the warpath. They each wore gleaming golden armour while holding large magical shields, and silver swords or spears as they began chopping down anyone not allied with them, even children. He had to look away quickly or he would most certainly puke up every meal he had ever eaten.

"Oh crap, is more the line you're thinking brother," Fred said while he quivered as he turned his attention from the chaos outside to his brother. "We should do something to help," he added uncertainly as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "The Death Eaters haven't been this brazen since the attack on Hogsmeade, and Harry and Ginny put that down; captured about thirty Death Eaters before the rest ran!"

George nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and the damage done to Hogsmeade has only just been completely repaired!"

However, George and Fred took one deep breath each as they pulled out their wands ready to defend themselves and their customers from harm, unsure what they could actually do if anything at all as they weren't battle hardened mage – or gifted in magic like this.

"Right now I wish Harry and Ginny were here," George said to himself out loud so his brother could only nod in agreement.

"George?"

"Yes Fred?" he replied while keeping his immediate attention from the carnage outside to keep from heaving his lunch.

"What about our customers?" Fred asked while pointing out their terrified customers. He grimaced as he saw a few had thrown up their meals all over their floor, and others just stood petrified, unable to move, and there were some children with parents looking terrified.

George winced, but quickly shook his head clear. They had a fair few people to get out of the store and to safety, and as fast as they could. It was their responsibility to make sure that their customers and staff were kept safe and out of harm's way, so they knew they would have to defend the store; it was their responsibility. Harry had given them the starting capitol to start their business, and he was always heroic when needed, so it was their turn, to show their appreciation.

"Alison!" George called towards their pretty shop assistant. She was their first hire, and they wouldn't admit it, but they only hired her because she was pretty, but they didn't regret it. Alison was very good at her job and worked harder than anyone they knew and enjoyed working with the customers. The rest of the staff were only part-timers, so she was the only other member of staff working, and she was their responsibility, so they would make sure she got out to safety with the customers.

She had long brown hair painted blonde that hung down to her shoulders, and she had piercing blue eyes that were an astonishing midnight colour that cashed with her darker skin, and had her left eyebrow was pierced with her nose and several in each ear. She was twenty, so a few years older than them, and was a bit of a punk or something, but she had experience with her families muggle shop, as her mother ran a little clothes store in the city.

"Yes… George?" she guessed as she tried not to look as scared as she felt, and she could tell her brown skin was pale and clammy as she hoped she didn't piss herself in front of her bosses.

"Yeah, George," he agreed as she was getting better at telling them apart.

"We need you to take everyone into the back," Fred interrupted quickly while his brother was too busy being impressed. "You can send them through the fire. We have enough floo powder for everyone to come and go a few times, just hurry. Try to floo everyone into the Ministry; it should be safe for you there, and maybe you can send help," he said, and she knew they were deathly serious as they didn't mess around with finishing each other's sentences.

Alison nodded quickly and almost paused to concern herself with them, but she saw they wouldn't run away with them. The customers didn't need persuasion as they quickly followed Alison to the back room, and though into another large room where there was a hugely oversized fireplace that would normally be used for large deliveries. The ground shook as they hurried away and they helped each other along, hoping and praying that a hero would make sure they and everyone else would be safe.

Meanwhile they all knew Fred and George were bravely venturing outside to help who they could and keep the enemy from entering the shop; to keep them safe.

Alison couldn't believe the noises coming from the streets of Diagon Alley. It sounded like a war was going on outside and there was nothing she or any of the customers can do about it but run away. There was a war going on outside and she was too scared to go out and fight too; she was a Muggle-born; she was more at risk than anyone. That was what she told herself to stop her from seeing the customers off and joining her younger bosses. She liked Fred and George; they were funny and good guys, even if she did trick them into hiring her because of the skimpy dress she wore during the interview.

She sighed to herself as she approached the fireplace. Alison found a huge jar of the grey powder on a desk next to the fire and quickly plucked it up. She handed the pot around for everyone to take a pinch before it was placed back on its desk. Alison pulled a young boy up front to the fireplace to go first, as she had heard that women and children were supposed to escape first, and since she was in charge, she figured that unfortunately didn't count for her.

"Incindeo!" Alison said as she drew her wand and pointed at the wood in the fireplace. The fire lit up and the wood burnt endlessly once the flame spat out from her wand.

"Okay, now," she said gently to the young boy while his mother waited with him and gave him an encouraging nod. "You just need to drop the floo powder into the flames and shout: Ministry of Magic!" she shouted over the noise from outside, so everybody heard her instructions. She could barely believe how brave she was being. She was quite certain if this happened while she was still at Hogwarts she would have fainted, and maybe even wet herself, but thankfully her bladder was empty.

Taking a deep breath Alison listened as the young boy stepped forward. She could just about tell that the fighting had escalated, bringing her some relief that people had at least started fighting back. The boy looked at her in fear, but she forced a reassuring smile. He gave her the tiniest smile as his mother coaxed him on before he launched his floo powder into the flames, and instantly huge emerald flames erupted up and around the fireplace, almost completely filling it.

"Ministry of Magic!" the boy called out loudly as he stepped forwards into the large green flames.

However, there was a flicker of emerald, and another before the emerald flames just splashed away leaving the boy where he stepped into the flames when a young man rushed forward and grabbed the boy, pulling him from the actual fire and putting out the hem of the boys robe with his wand.

"That was close," the young man said sheepishly. "Normally they won't do that… if the network has been shut down the emerald flames turn crimson, you walk through them, but out the way you came in as they turn around," he said as the boys mother fussed worriedly over her little boy, but he seemed alright.

"Then what's wrong?" Alison asked fretfully.

"It… it looks like someone has cut off the Floo Network from the shop," he said thoughtfully. "But that's not possible… not without shutting off the whole of Diagon and Knockturn Alley as they're too close to shut off individual fireplaces without doing so at the source," he said thoughtfully.

"How do you know this?" the boys mother asked in concern.

The man gave a sheepish smile. "I kind of work in the transport department at the Ministry in the Floo Network Regulatory Licencing Board. Its kind of boring normally. But… this… if Death Eaters did this then they must have a spy or two in my department… and I always thought I had a nice quiet and normal life – well, for a wizard anyway."

"Here," he suddenly said to the boy. He approached the boy and handed him the pinch of floo powder he had earlier acquired from Alison.

"Thank you, sir," the boy mumbled gratefully.

"No worries kid, but now try again, but shout your destination as being 'The Three Broom Sticks, Hogsmeade'," he asked the boy reasonably. "But do not step into the flames until I tell you that you can, understand?!" he asked, and the boy nodded while his mother cautiously took him to the fire again.

The boy looked nervously up at the young man before looking to Alison for guidance this time. With a small nod of encouragement from Alison, the young boy stared at the fire once more and threw his new pinch of floo powder into the flames.

"THE THREE BROOMSTICKS, HOGSMEADE!" he yelled for the fire to hear. However, all that happened were emerald sparks within the normal fire before they fluttered away into nothing. It was disheartening to say the least. They were stuck in the middle of a battlefield and they couldn't even floo the children out to safety.

"What are we going to do now?" Alison asked cluelessly.

"I haven't a clue…" the young man began but trailed off just as an explosion shook the ground around them.

They lost their balance slightly as the back wall was then ripped down in a crumpling heap of bricks, plaster, and mortar. They could almost see outside as the dust slowly cleared away from obscuring the dark figures in dark robes with their hoods up.

The customers and Alison could only watch with bated breath as the dust, ash and other bits of debris settles down, all of their faces fell as they paled with terror as they saw the wands pointed in their direction, glowing green tips as several thin emerald beams of light sored straight for them without a word.

The jets of light streaked towards the customers with mothers and fathers moving to shield their children and hope for a miracle. It all happened as if time slowed to prolong their terror as tears fell, and knickers and pants were soaked through, fear held them routed to the spot and all the movement they could manage was involuntary shivering.

However, their attention became split when the wall to the next shop over exploded inwards and something streaked passed them. Allison had thought for a moment that things had gone from seriously shit to something worse, which was probably not possible. How it could have gotten worse, she may never know, but she was wrong to even consider that.

There she was. She was like a guardian. Their very own goddess. She was perfect. She was their hero. She was standing, crouched on a long metal and plastic board, similar to a surfboard or more accurately like a snowboard, only less rounded with straight edges and a wide flat/straight angled front. The bottom of the board sparkled with golden light that seemed to flow like glitter but left no dust upon the ground and hummed gently. It was the most magnificent sight any of them had witnessed in their lives.

She had tilted the board towards the killing curses, and to their awe and astonishment the beams didn't hit the board as they had figured they would. Instead they seemed to splash into the air like a stone would ripple water, and all the beams veered off around her and the board like gravity itself gave the Killing Curses the finger. Several of the customers jumped and startled as the green killers sailed around them exploding into the ground or walls behind them.

Their mysterious saviour re-angled her board within seconds facing the several masked men she had saved them from. She sat on her board with her legs crossed. She was leaning back on her hands, and though she must have been powerful, no one could sense any power from the young woman.

In her left hand, leaning flat to her board, the customers could see a very long katana with its blade hidden within its deep purple sheaf with black ropes leading around it in some intricate patterns. The handle itself was long in deep black and purple leather intertwined with two bone-like claws coming up to protect the hand from the birdlike hand guard.

The woman on her board was wearing leather trousers, purple and black, tight to her perfect powerful legs. She wore small black leather half-boots, and a sleeveless purple top tight to her body with black sleeves tied on to her strong looking biceps. The top had a hood attached and pulled up over her head, and twin skirts of purple to black hanging on a black leather belt around her waist.

Her face, Alison wanted to see this woman's face, but when she turned to her slightly as if sensing her, it was obvious that Alison wouldn't be seeing her face as she wore a plain purple mask with deep blacks flowing and swirling into it and with a purple shaded outline that Alison saw after a moment was the form of the phoenix. It must have been magical as it completely covered her face, or she wouldn't be able to see, and didn't look like it had any straps.

The woman turned back to the Death Eaters as they retreated a few steps back wondering whether they could flee. It was quite obvious even with their masks that the Death Eaters were terrified, and who wouldn't be. She was a very intimidating sight to behold, so relaxed and demonstrating power, but – nothing; they couldn't feel a tingle of her power, and for anyone who knew how to duel with magic; that was a scary prospect.

"Rose thorn bind!" their saviour suddenly spoke with her voice distorted and calm; almost as if she wasn't interested in the fight. Her voice was gentle and elegant, strong and soothing yet those three words alone sent a shiver of fear through everybody's spine. It was terrifying to hear this girl's voice, but to feel it too. It ran warm and cold through the veins, solid and lucid. It had a mind of its own. It was indescribable.

Nothing happened for a moment and all was too quiet as everyone seemed to hold their breaths. Then a Death Eater snorted. He must have thought her spell hadn't worked for a moment, and he even went to fire a curse at her. However, he stopped when she giggled and wiggled the finger of her free hand. Her sword suddenly flashed purple for the briefest of moments before the ground began to shake.

Alison could tell that the shaking ground was centred around the Death Eaters easily as they were crying out and barely able to keep their footing. However, what happened next happened so fast she almost missed it. Huge green vines exploded out of the ground forcing fissures to get out, through the surface. On each of the vines were hundreds of razor-sharp thorns.

It was an amazing sight for certain. However, as soon as they burst out of the ground, they shot round, twisting and ensnaring the Death Eaters. The razor thorns tearing into their flesh, their red blood gushing onto the green of the vines. The Death Eaters were screaming in pain, struggling against the vines but they weren't going to ever escape that spell.

"The more you struggle; the more messed up you'll become. But I heard you love to eat Death… but I wonder… would she love to eat you?!" the girl chimed sing song with a little chime of amusement. She sounded so musical and childish about the way she told them of their fate it was plain creepy. "Some people just don't like to take others advice I suppose!" she giggled again as she watched the foolish Death Eaters continuing to cry, bleed, struggle, and suffocate as the vines were cutting them to pieces before turning to Alison and the customers.

The masked woman had what appeared to be a coat of arms on her left breast. It was like a black and silver phoenix on top of a red and gold shield with its wings spread wide. Alison was pretty sure a more shadowed version was on her back. The woman gave a small wave with her free gloved hand while the other still held her sheaved sword on her lap as the board turned fully to them. The gloves were skin-tight purple leather with black metal plates on the back,

The young woman's gaze was unnerving as they couldn't see her face through the mask or under the hood, but they could make out black hair as it curled down her right side over her shoulder and down her breasts in a twisted triple plait. However, even concealed, Alison knew without a doubt this masked vigilante was beautiful with that fit and powerful looking body Alison found herself licking her dry lips. The girl was beyond anything that Alison could call fit. She could make out the contours of her muscles being hugged by her clothes, and a pair of amazing-.

"Are you okay?" the masked woman asked them, and interrupted Alison's musing in a soft and gentle voice; Alison was surprising as she sounded concerned.

"Y-yes… t-thanks t-to you Miss…" Alison replied quickly, both nervous and fearful. This wasn't the sort of person you wanted to disrespect. Alison even found herself bowing. "S-sorry… I don't mean to be rude, but-?" she trailed away unable to ask the question that tried to break free from her lips.

"You're… her… this, Lady of the Phoenix, aren't you?" the young floo regulator suddenly blurted out taking a step backwards. His eyes were wide with fright and Alison could see him shaking even more now than when they were being threatened by Death Eaters. "B-but you're just a-a-a myth."

She looked to him in both amusement and pity letting out a small chuckle, he flinched. "Astute," she agreed in a cool peppy tone. "But myths always have a base in fact. But I suppose I could be a myth…? Being a myth can't be as bad as being a legend… or fable… or fairy tale… could you imagine just being a silly little fairy tale?" she asked as if the idea was ludicrous.

The Lady of the Phoenix continued chuckling as she slid from her board as she unfolded her legs and landed on her feet with effortless ease. The board floated next to her like an obedient pet, and they all flinched back from her. The little boy from before was standing in front of his petrified mother staring up at the masked woman; her skirt hung to her ankles, thin leather that wavered and flowed as if it had a mind of its own.

"Are you a hero?!" the boy asked before anyone could stop him.

The Lady Phoenix chuckled and shrugged as she reached out her right hand and ruffled the boys hair in affection. "Hero and villain… or villain and hero … or neither," she said whimsically. "I just do what I do to protect the innocent – as is our mission!"

"You are a hero!" the boy said brightly before his mother snatched him away and picked him up.

The boys mother bowed her head respectfully. "S-sorry, My Lady for my sons impertinence!"

The Lady of the Phoenix could only laughed and shake her head. "You can't see, but I am rolling my eyes. He's a little kid… and I'm not a Death Eater, so don't worry yourself around me, Darling!" she said with another laugh.

It was now that Allison got to get a good look at the Lady's flying board and knew that if they could sell those that flying broomsticks would end if they could fly properly like brooms could. It was black from the back fading into purple at the front with a huge purple and black phoenix spread over and wrapping around it. It had to be the single most beautiful picture she had ever seen before.

The Lady giggled a little more, startling them before turning away from them, and facing the door. Alison gulped as she got to admire this girl's great rear as the skirts split around to give her a good look. Alison blushed and gulped, feeling faint as the Lady tilted her head slightly looking back at them, but Alison had a strange stirring in her tummy that the Lady was giving her the majority of her attention.

"You should all stay here where it is now safe," the Lady of the Phoenix spoke calmly and politely but the order was clear. Although she phrased it like a request, it was certainly a command. She turned back towards the shop floor and had only taken one step when Alison foolishly found herself calling out.

"W-wait… Lady Phoenix!" Alison called hesitantly.

The young Lady Phoenix stopped and turned towards her fully. "Do not worry. It will be all over soon. We'll make sure of that!" the young woman replied before she turned away and walked gracefully through the door with her flying board obediently following her.

Alison grimaced and had to hold back from heaving as she made the mistake of turning and her eyes landed on the Death Eaters trapped in the vines. She hadn't noticed but they had stopped shouting and struggling. They were dead, cut up to pieces, a few body parts severed and globs of blood dribbling down the vines to the floor, pooling, and the children were being shield away from looking as a couple of men drew wands and quickly rebuilt the wall into a rough mess, hiding the worse mess from sight.

She couldn't take it any more as she lost bladder control, pissing herself Alison dropped to her hands and knees breathing heavily and laboured, shaking from head to toe as it all crashed down on her and glad her robes should hide what she had done. She could feel the warm liquid pooling around her crouch and sliding down her legs before she finally heaved and started puking on the ground, sweat pouring off her and her eyes wide with fright. She doubted she could forget this even if she had her memory modified.

However, she wasn't the only one losing control of bodily functions or being violently sick now the adenain keeping them sane was draining from them. How could she be? They all witnessed what that perfect young woman had so cruelly done. But still, she rescued them, whereas the Ministry had not. She had killed for them, and deep within their souls they would be forever grateful.

Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley's main street,Fred and George had been in the thick of things for nearly ten minutes, and the battle was only just starting to heat up. Only a few minutes into the battle did any aurors actually show up, and only about forty something according to Mad-Eye-Moody who had been fighting with them. According to the heavily scared old ex-auror the Ministry was in disarray as someone in the travel department cut off Diagon and Knockturn from the Floo Network. So unless your fire was an international fire, which was unlikely as they were all in the Ministry building and heavily regulated since Fudge became Minister as he probably pissed some other magical world off, so nobody was going anywhere through any of the floo fires, essentially cutting off Diagon Alley's main escape route as all of the warding stopped apparation in or out.

This was troubling news for the Weasley twins as it likely meant that Alison and their customers were still stuck within their shop unable to escape. It was infuriating to be so helpless. If the Ministry had started weeding out all of the corruption sooner, they had no doubt that the Floo Network would at the very least still be open.

"Maybe they got through?" Fred suggested hopefully. "They might have gotten through before whatever wanker shut down the network down?"

George grimaced. "Yeah… I wouldn't hold too much faith in that though. Hopefully we can keep this scum from going into our shop, though?"

Fred nodded in determination as he looked over towards his and George's shop where he was surprised to see a fit young woman wearing purple and black leather strolling nonchalant from the shop and wearing a strange purple mask. They first thought she was a Death Eater, but the mask was wrong, and the clothes. Death Eaters wouldn't go – Death Eating without a black hooded robe.

She seemed to glide from their shop with pure determined grace and power; yet – it felt like she wasn't there. She seemed stunning even though they could not see her face because of the hood and mask.

The young woman walked calmly and agilely towards a nasty and large group of goblins without a care for her own safety while some kind of hoverboard flew to her side and slightly behind. In her left hand, in its sheaf, she held a very long katana sword. It must have been almost as long as she was tall. It took the goblins a few moments to notice her, but when they did, crafty little smirks lined their murderous lips. They turned to her, weapons at the ready, but she suddenly stopped, and Fred knew; he didn't know how he knew, but she was grinning under that mask.

She took a few moments seeming to examine them, corking her head to one side. She completely ignored the rest of the battle going on around her as spells seemed too scared to try their luck with her, and the Death Eaters were too busy to notice her presence anyway.

"Surrender!" she spoke softly and quietly. Her gentle voice drifting clearly; even drowning out the sound of battle. However, that one word made Moody, Fred, and George shiver cold dread as they looked to each other.

Alistor Moody stared at her, focusing in on her, but his magical eye couldn't even make out the outline of her face. It wasn't perfect – more like a muggle X-Ray, but his eye could normally see anything unless it was lead lined. However, it couldn't see her, but what was more; his eye could normally see magic, but nothing. He couldn't see any magic coming from her and couldn't sense anything.

It was obvious to Moody that her voice had spooked the goblins as they hesitated for a second. It was quite alarming to think that one girl had spooked just over twenty goblin worriers with only one word, but they could sense much more than Moody could. The young woman supposedly had no magic. Goblins senses were much more acute than a humans, naturally, and yet – maybe that was why they hesitated. Magic or none, if the goblins sensed a predator; that would give them pause.

However, the goblins regained themselves immediately and sneered their reply, showing off their sharpened teeth and brandished swords, shields, and spears while yelling their war cry to buff their power they glowed with fierce golden light. They charged towards her; however, she just stood her ground and before they were within five meters of her she raised her sword up a little, nonchalant.

"Razors-bind!" she hissed, magic practically leaking from her words, but yet, Moody heard the magic, but couldn't feel or sense anything from her. The goblins paused suddenly in their attack. Their eyes widened as her sword flashed brightly from purple to a liquid silver. Then the worst happened. The liquid silver blurred off the sword in several long slivering tendrils, snaking their way forward at high speeds towards the goblins. The tendrils soon started snaking round the goblins like frisky anaconda, coiling and ensnaring.

Fred, George, and Moody grimaced as the goblins started screaming in pain as they struggled to free themselves as the liquid look faded for solid metal. They couldn't see why they were in so much pain for a moment until they noticed the blood starting to pool down from where the goblins had been lifted from the ground. The liquid metal started showing itself to form around the goblins small bodies into bladed metal along thin metal cords, slicing into goblin flesh dropping blood to the ground. The goblins all fell limp or to their knees as the bind tightening on them, cutting deeper; their howls of agony ringing through peoples ears like nails to a chalkboard, as they tried reaching out towards Gringotts the other end of the alley while squealing in their own tongue.

The young woman turned to where the huge goblin ran bank stood the other end of the alley where an old goblin stood protected by their wards on the top steps. He wore a crisp suit with a curved spectacles with his hands clasped behind his back as he watched. He was looking down his long-hooked nose at the trapped goblins and bared his teeth at them before turning his back and re-entering his bank where the doors slamming shut to reverberate through the alley, but it was like only the captured goblins and the young woman knew the meaning.

The Lady turned back to the goblins as they squealed as her sword flashed purple once more, and the liquid metal melded away joining the rest of the spell containing the goblins in their agony, tightening they were slowing in their struggles. The young woman just stretched a little unconcerned about the pain she had just caused, or the blood she had spilt. She waited only a few moments before the goblins slowly, one by one stopped screaming out, and either fainted from pain and blood loss to soon die, or they had already died. It seemed she wouldn't care either way.

"A-all of t-them w-with one spell, a-and without a wand!" Fred said to himself while holding his stomach; his cheeks lightly stained green. "I-I'm going to be sick!" he reached out before bending over at the waist and letting out his lunch the same way it entered.

"Crap… me too!" he heard his brother gasp out as he to bent over throwing up his lunch. That had to have been the single most disgusting thing he had ever seen as blood pooled and a few fingers and body parts fell off, and he prided himself on seeing disgusting things all of the time, but this was going way too far, even if it was kind of cool, in an ironic sort of justice for the goblins.

Moody was watching the twins with a small amount of pity as they hurled before he spoke. "Well I must say even I feel a little queasy after seeing that!" he growled out with shake of his head. "But if every young witch and wizard fought like that; the Death Eaters would think twice about attacking us like this? But I am intrigued by that mask," he added, which confused the twins.

Mad-Eye-Moody held back a smile at the sickly look the twins managed to give him as they wiped off their mouths on their sleeves. He could definitely see why the green tinted twins were now feeling under the weather. Even he had been a lot older than them when he first saw something even remotely like this, and that was nothing as gruesome or bloody.

"So she's the Lady of the Phoenix!" he growled out. "I am impressed. She's even more dangerous than I could have ever believed. Well for someone who supposedly fights the good fight."

The twins were however spared from responding, because seemingly out of nowhere three huge mountain trolls came charging around the corner and into the mouth of the alley, they hid in. The twins quickly got over their problems as they readied themselves with Moody for a difficult fight. The trolls stunk of putrid rotten meat and fish even from the several yards away. Their stumpy grey bald heads housed dark menacing bloodshot eyes of fury, obviously someone had been working them into a state.

Moody and the twins each chose a dulling stance ready to defend themselves, holding themselves up as bravely as they could manage. However, within seconds they found themselves shielding their eyes as a huge explosion erupted deafening them as it was so close and blinding them with flickering white light. The air was supercharged with static and they could each feel their hairs standing up on edge. The ground shook minimally but they could hear it crack in places, and as the light slowly faded away, and their hearing slowly returned they heard or rather felt three heavy dull sloshing thuds before them.

The three of them slowly blinked their eyes; little speckles of colours violated their vision for a few moments as they blinked away the spots. However, when their vision cleared their mouths dropped open in horror. The three trolls were no longer a threat. They were lying on the floor smouldering and smoking, burnt black with a putrid, acid like smell of burnt meat. Boiled blood oozed out of cracks in their overcooked skin, and more than a few times one of the monsters legs or arms twitched oozing even more blood or producing another crack in the skin as little yellow sparks of electricity trailed along the monsters for a few more moments.

Moody looked to the twins, both of whom looked as if they were going to throw up some more. Now whoever did this wanted everyone's attention and wanted it now. This was obviously one seriously powerful mage, but Moody couldn't sense such magic. Moody was almost anxious to see this new player himself. This attack had garnered everyone's attention as they had all stopped fighting with each other and were looking around frantically, most quickly taking cover as other trolls were lying around all over the alley as they were burnt up and fried too. The Death Eaters seemed to be the only group stupid and arrogant enough to stay out in the open, as even the remaining goblins kept to the sides of the street, holding their weapons at the ready.

Alistor Moody found himself scanning the streets for this mage, but all he spotted was several more unfortunate trolls having been taken out of the fight. It was quite scary to think that it was potentially done with one spell by one person.

"U-up there!" came the voice of one of the Weasley twins suddenly. Moody wasn't sure which one, but he gazed at the young lad and saw him pointing to the roof top of the Weasley twins new joke shop. He followed the young lads pointing arm and hand nervously expecting to see 'him'.

"It's a guy dressed similar to that girl we saw earlier!" one of the twins proclaimed breathlessly.

Indeed it was a young man. However, he was dressed in crimson and black leather. Though, he didn't have the skirts and his clothes were not tight like the girls. His were looser fitting than the young woman's. Then he wore a long sleeveless crimson coat hanging to his ankles with a mind of its own, and black sleeves baggy (rather than the Lady's form fitting), tied around his powerful biceps and hanging to his crimson gloved hands. The gloves were skin-tight with black metal plates on the back.

He stood on top of a metal and plastic board of some kind with a straight front and angles, coloured red from the back fading into black at the front with a huge crimson and black phoenix on it. The underside sparkling gold as he hovered above the shop. He wore a hood up covering his face mainly in shadows just like the girls, and he wore a mask matching her, but his was crimson, and his body was tall and powerful; muscles bulged beneath his clothes with baggy trousers and tight shirt; he wore bulky looking black boots.

He carried something in his right hand. It was the strangest weapon Moody had ever seen someone bring to battle. It brought forth the image of the grim reapers scythe if the reaper were to improve upon it over the eras. It was huge, and easily longer than the young man as the staff rested on the board and the blade came just above his head. It housed a handle and long guard in the centre, with a huge slick black blade curved and pointing in like a cutlass, with a blade flowing a little further down protecting the hand guard. Just below the main blade the weapon housed a red gem with a slight glow to it. The blade then trailed down the handle like a spear of pure onyx coming to a stop by the man's feet in a deadly point. The handle was perfectly wrapped in entwined crimson and black leather. The blades edges from top to bottom like perfect yet unbreakable glass tinted with shimmering reds of every shade.

It was an impressive sight to behold, as he lifted his weapon with ease of practice and rested it lazily on his right shoulder. He seemed to be scanning over every creature within the alley, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to introduce himself to anyone. Moody could now actually feel the fear blanketing the air around him, but he couldn't feel any power or see any magic coming from the young man. It was not just the dark that were afraid of this man, but the light too, and Moody couldn't blame them for that.

The young man's coat blew in the wind rippling gently about his legs but never for a moment did it move to get in his way. It was eerie and spooky. How could any one man scare the shit out of so many people at midday was beyond Moody's knowledge. Even Voldemort would be hard pressed to make so many people piss themselves at night. Moody shuddered. He could feel it – the fear – in his bones – his instincts screamed – only a fool wouldn't be able to tell that this man was something else.

There was only one person, Moody would feel comfortable running to if this man wanted his head, and that was Harry Potter. He had seen what Harry Potter did to capture all those Death Eaters in Hogsmeade, so knew given no choice but to fight to the death; he would be up there beyond the best.

Moody looked slowly from the young man to the Death Eaters. The fools stood out in the open, so they were easy to target from the air. They were frozen in place looking up at the young man as he glowered down at them. Moody could just about see through the eye holes in their skeletal masks. They were beyond scared. They were in the realms of shitting themselves and dying of heart attacks or strokes.

It had been a long time since, Moody had seen Death Eaters that scared, and that was because Voldemort had been on the field. Not even the great and powerful Dumbledore could scare them, but then Dumbledore didn't have it in him to kill or cause pain; he was soft, and the Death Eaters knew that and used it to their advantage. Moody found himself feeling a little sorry for the Death Eaters, if only a little.

They were already dead, and on some level; they already knew that.

"W-who's he?" George wondered aloud to no one, his voice quivering with his fear.

"He is my husband of course. He is the Lord of the Phoenix!" came a mysterious voice from behind them.

The three of them jumped in shock and horror; their hearts pounding in their chests and trying to leap up through their throats as they span around gasping for breath. None of them even had the nerve or forethought to raise their wands in defence. It was her. The Lady of the Phoenix. They gulped and took an attentive step back as one, which only caused her to laugh gently, as if she found amusement in their fear.

"You fear someone who has caused you no grief!" she suddenly chimed singsong, almost mockingly with laughter in her sweet and deadly voice just stroking her thumb along the sheaf of her blade. "I wish I could understand, but if anyone were to hurt me… they would have to deal with..." She trailed off and gestured up with her masked face towards her husband.

"Y-you… you really are, the Lady of the Phoenix a-aren't you?" Moody suddenly questioned raspy. "A-and then, he truly is the L-Lord of the Phoenix. I-I just thought y-you were just s-some silly little story to g-give people hope."

"Silly, maybe," she agreed with an amused shake of her head. "But little story? I'll have to disagree with that. You see… our story is only just beginning."

"I-I can see," agreed Moody nervously.

She let out a small giggle that sent cold chills of dread running down their spines as she turned from them, slowly and gracefully heading in the direction of her husband she strolled across the street. As she walked her board followed her as it was there; they had not seen it like it was tricking their senses. The board moved to her left, low enough that she stepped onto it with ease as she began gliding upwards.

However, a second later, a splattering of blood coated all three. Moody, Fred, and George could only cower and drop to their knees, lost, sick, and confused.

to be continued...