Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling or Timothy Zahn.
On his Firebolt, Harry flies alongside the Ford Anglia, as the Ministry cruiser approaches.
Hedwig. [beeps]
Harry. I see it, Hedwig. I see it. Let me worry about the Ministry cruiser. You just keep trying to find a way through that jamming.
Hedwig. [beeps]
The Ford Anglia contacts the Firebolt.
Ron. Harry?
Harry. I'm here. What's the plan?
Ron. I was hoping you'd have one. It looks like we're a little outnumbered here.
Harry. Does Dean have any brooms?
Ron. He's scrambling what he's got. But he's going to keep them close in to protect the complex. I get the feeling the crews aren't all that experienced.
Harry. It looks like we're the attack front, then. Let's try this. I'll run ahead of you, try to confuse or slow down their reflexes as much as I can. You follow right behind me and take them out.
Ron. Sounds as good as we're going to get. Stay close to the ground. With luck, we'll be able to run some of them into those low ridges.
Hermione. But don't get too low. Remember that you're not going to be able to concentrate very much on your flying.
Harry. I can handle both.
Enter the Ministry brooms.
Ron. Here they come. Out of the hangar and on their way. It looks like . . . probably only one squadron. Overconfident.
Harry. Maybe. What are those other brooms with them?
Ron. I don't know. They're pretty big, though, could be troop carriers.
Harry. Let's hope not. You'd better warn Dean.
Ron. Hermione's on it. You ready?
Harry. I'm ready.
Ron. Okay. Let's do it.
As the Ministry brooms advance on them, Harry reaches into the Magic, trying to deliberately distorting the senses of the Ministry. As he does so, Harry hears the voice of Bartemiuus Crouch.
Crouch. [via Sonorus] Harry?
Harry. [via Sonorus] Sirius?
Crouch. [via Sonorus] You will come to me, Harry. You must come to me. I will await you.
Harry. [via Sonorus] Who are you? Where are you?
Crouch. [via Sonorus] You will find me. You will find me . . . and the Aurors shall rise again. Until then, farewell.
Harry. [via Sonorus] Wait.
Crouch breaks the connection, and Harry comes back to his senses, hearing voices over the transmitter.
[into the transmitter] Hermione?
Hermione. Harry. Are you all right?
Harry. Sure. I'm fine. What's wrong?
Ron. You're what's wrong. You planning to chase them all the way home?
Harry blinks and notices that the Ministry cruiser and brooms have disappeared.
Harry. It's all over?
Hermione. It's all over. We got two of the Ministry brooms before the rest disengaged and retreated.
Harry. What about the troop carriers?
Ron. They went back with the brooms. We still don't know what they were doing here. We sort of lost track of them during the fight. It didn't look like they ever went very close to the city itself, though.
Harry glances at his watch.
Harry. [aside] In and among all of that, I've somehow lost over half an hour, half an hour that my internal time sense has no recollection of whatsoever. Could that strange Auror contact really have lasted that long? That is something I'll have to look into . . . very carefully.
Exit all.
