"What???" The Dark Lord cried angrily
"They haven't come back yet" answered the small black-cloaked figure quietly.
"He took seventy-five of the best death eaters! And NONE of them have come back!?!?" The evil dark lord screamed, it echoed through the dark cave like room.
"None, my lord" replied the figure
"Wormtail will pay with his skin for his idiocy, but how could he fail. Even Dumbledore couldn't hold off that many, I don't think even the whole ministry could have beaten that many!" Voldemort mumbled to himself
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"Harry, how do we get all of these death eaters out of here without losing them?" asked Ron
"Very carefully" replied Harry with a hint of mischief in his voice as he searched for the right spell to transport so many.
"hmmm.... I think that the flying brigade spell will work, as long as you can handle it..." Hermione said with some sarcasm in her voice. (The flying brigade spell was used by some British wizards during the Black Plague, so that they wouldn't be infected with the virus, it is only used by the most trained wizards and witches and even then very rarely because it is fairly easy for a muggle to see a large number of people floating through the air being suspended by nothing more than someone walking on the ground with a small stick in the air)
"Good choice, since we are in training I think that Ron and Hermione should help carry some of the prisoners" Harry replied
"I don't think that I can handle a spell of that caliber" Ron said
"The spell isnt that hard Ron, it is only said to be so that inexperienced wizards don't use it" Just say take your wand, and repeat the word 'floatuse flaygal' as you draw a circle around the thing you are going to float, just don't try to lift more than you can handle magically. Hermione, you take those five over there. Ron you take the ten over there and I will take the rest. Neville, I need you to stop any... unexpected reinforcements" Harry said all this then set to work.
The group set to work in the dark Hermione and Ron tried a couple of times before getting the spell right, The only thing that Hermione didn't know about this spell was that it can be used as a sort of body building for magic. As they walked, guided by Neville's very bright lumos spell, Hermione and Ron started to get tired. It wasn't a physical tiredness, but one from inside, the group of death eaters floated behind each person, suspended at chest height, each lined up from head to toe following their leader. As Hermione grew more and more tired, the line started to droop to her stomach height, then to her waist, and finally to her knees. Seeing this, Harry told her to stop and rest, Harry was unfazed by his large train of people, if anything they were floating higher.
When they reached the castle, Ron's line had dropped to his knees. Harry took all of the Death Eaters down to the dungeons and locked the doors with a spell that Dumbledore would have a difficult time unlocking.
The Death Eaters started to wake up around morning, when a startled Dumbledore walked into the dungeons to find Harry sitting in a big puffy chair. And some seventy-five charred, bruised, unconscious, and moaning death eaters.
Harry said without looking at Dumbledore "We were attacked in the forest. Wormtail is in here somewhere. I have been watching them all night. Neville offered to help but it was obvious he needed the sleep. Ron and Hermione are sleeping, they carried some of the death eaters with the Flying Brigade spell. They will be out for at least another few hours. We can't turn them into the ministry or they will be out before we can say 'good bye.'
Dumbledore was speechless, for the first time in his life he was truly surprised. What was he to do now? After a few seconds of silence he stuttered out "go t-to snapes r-room, get all of the truth serum you can find, you know how to make it" finally regaining his footing in the end.
Harry knew that it would be better if he just did a truth spell on them, but Dumbledore was visibly shaken and needed a break. As Harry left the damp room, he heard the old Headmaster mutter something about being too old for this.
Harry knew that the best way to take care of this would be with the aurors. He summoned them with a small device he conjured up out of thin air. He pressed the button on it and soon there were a dozen aurors running up the school lawns toward the door. Harry ran to the door and lead them to the dungeons.
Apparently there were large warrants out for nearly all of the Death Eaters and for capturing them, he would be one of the richest people in the entire Wizarding world. Fifty thousand galleons for some of them, others had at least three thousand galleons out for their arrest. The aurors said that these were some of the most active Death Eaters.
When Ron and Hermione woke up at around 10:30 the next morning they left the hidden room to find more press people than they even knew existed. Many from as far away as China and America. They were instant celebrities, sort of the type of thing Ron had always dreamed about. He answered questions about everything from what he had for breakfast to what brand of underwear he wore. (to that he just said 'go away' then had a good laugh with Harry)
Harry didn't know what to do, his secret was out, or at least he had thought it was. Secretly though, Dumbledore set up an elaborate story about a helpful dragon that took down many of the Death Eaters while the four still fought from behind it.
No matter how thin the story's believability was the press bought it and that was all that mattered. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to mess around with his powers anywhere outside again for a long time. Most likely he would have to practice in his private room.
In total, the bounty on the Death Eaters totaled over eight million galleons thanks to a few very wanted Death Eaters. That meant that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were very rich. Harry decided that they would split evenly even though Hermione and Ron strongly objected. Harry chipped in a few extra thousand galleons for Ron's family. He was going to make sure that they never had to worry about money again.
Harry decided he would save it in the bank. Two million galleons is more than Neville had ever imagined, the first thing he did was bought a new wand. His was old and had some dents in it.
Hermione had never kept much wizarding money and switching that much back to pounds would raise some unwanted questions. She eventually decided to save it for a REALLY rainy day... Ron gave his parents a million and kept the other million in a Gringotts bank account, only after buying some new robes of every kind.
Bliss is often shattered by small things... or big things
AN: hey, I got this one up really quick so that you wont be angry if the next one isn't up next weekend.
"They haven't come back yet" answered the small black-cloaked figure quietly.
"He took seventy-five of the best death eaters! And NONE of them have come back!?!?" The evil dark lord screamed, it echoed through the dark cave like room.
"None, my lord" replied the figure
"Wormtail will pay with his skin for his idiocy, but how could he fail. Even Dumbledore couldn't hold off that many, I don't think even the whole ministry could have beaten that many!" Voldemort mumbled to himself
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"Harry, how do we get all of these death eaters out of here without losing them?" asked Ron
"Very carefully" replied Harry with a hint of mischief in his voice as he searched for the right spell to transport so many.
"hmmm.... I think that the flying brigade spell will work, as long as you can handle it..." Hermione said with some sarcasm in her voice. (The flying brigade spell was used by some British wizards during the Black Plague, so that they wouldn't be infected with the virus, it is only used by the most trained wizards and witches and even then very rarely because it is fairly easy for a muggle to see a large number of people floating through the air being suspended by nothing more than someone walking on the ground with a small stick in the air)
"Good choice, since we are in training I think that Ron and Hermione should help carry some of the prisoners" Harry replied
"I don't think that I can handle a spell of that caliber" Ron said
"The spell isnt that hard Ron, it is only said to be so that inexperienced wizards don't use it" Just say take your wand, and repeat the word 'floatuse flaygal' as you draw a circle around the thing you are going to float, just don't try to lift more than you can handle magically. Hermione, you take those five over there. Ron you take the ten over there and I will take the rest. Neville, I need you to stop any... unexpected reinforcements" Harry said all this then set to work.
The group set to work in the dark Hermione and Ron tried a couple of times before getting the spell right, The only thing that Hermione didn't know about this spell was that it can be used as a sort of body building for magic. As they walked, guided by Neville's very bright lumos spell, Hermione and Ron started to get tired. It wasn't a physical tiredness, but one from inside, the group of death eaters floated behind each person, suspended at chest height, each lined up from head to toe following their leader. As Hermione grew more and more tired, the line started to droop to her stomach height, then to her waist, and finally to her knees. Seeing this, Harry told her to stop and rest, Harry was unfazed by his large train of people, if anything they were floating higher.
When they reached the castle, Ron's line had dropped to his knees. Harry took all of the Death Eaters down to the dungeons and locked the doors with a spell that Dumbledore would have a difficult time unlocking.
The Death Eaters started to wake up around morning, when a startled Dumbledore walked into the dungeons to find Harry sitting in a big puffy chair. And some seventy-five charred, bruised, unconscious, and moaning death eaters.
Harry said without looking at Dumbledore "We were attacked in the forest. Wormtail is in here somewhere. I have been watching them all night. Neville offered to help but it was obvious he needed the sleep. Ron and Hermione are sleeping, they carried some of the death eaters with the Flying Brigade spell. They will be out for at least another few hours. We can't turn them into the ministry or they will be out before we can say 'good bye.'
Dumbledore was speechless, for the first time in his life he was truly surprised. What was he to do now? After a few seconds of silence he stuttered out "go t-to snapes r-room, get all of the truth serum you can find, you know how to make it" finally regaining his footing in the end.
Harry knew that it would be better if he just did a truth spell on them, but Dumbledore was visibly shaken and needed a break. As Harry left the damp room, he heard the old Headmaster mutter something about being too old for this.
Harry knew that the best way to take care of this would be with the aurors. He summoned them with a small device he conjured up out of thin air. He pressed the button on it and soon there were a dozen aurors running up the school lawns toward the door. Harry ran to the door and lead them to the dungeons.
Apparently there were large warrants out for nearly all of the Death Eaters and for capturing them, he would be one of the richest people in the entire Wizarding world. Fifty thousand galleons for some of them, others had at least three thousand galleons out for their arrest. The aurors said that these were some of the most active Death Eaters.
When Ron and Hermione woke up at around 10:30 the next morning they left the hidden room to find more press people than they even knew existed. Many from as far away as China and America. They were instant celebrities, sort of the type of thing Ron had always dreamed about. He answered questions about everything from what he had for breakfast to what brand of underwear he wore. (to that he just said 'go away' then had a good laugh with Harry)
Harry didn't know what to do, his secret was out, or at least he had thought it was. Secretly though, Dumbledore set up an elaborate story about a helpful dragon that took down many of the Death Eaters while the four still fought from behind it.
No matter how thin the story's believability was the press bought it and that was all that mattered. Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to mess around with his powers anywhere outside again for a long time. Most likely he would have to practice in his private room.
In total, the bounty on the Death Eaters totaled over eight million galleons thanks to a few very wanted Death Eaters. That meant that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were very rich. Harry decided that they would split evenly even though Hermione and Ron strongly objected. Harry chipped in a few extra thousand galleons for Ron's family. He was going to make sure that they never had to worry about money again.
Harry decided he would save it in the bank. Two million galleons is more than Neville had ever imagined, the first thing he did was bought a new wand. His was old and had some dents in it.
Hermione had never kept much wizarding money and switching that much back to pounds would raise some unwanted questions. She eventually decided to save it for a REALLY rainy day... Ron gave his parents a million and kept the other million in a Gringotts bank account, only after buying some new robes of every kind.
Bliss is often shattered by small things... or big things
AN: hey, I got this one up really quick so that you wont be angry if the next one isn't up next weekend.