All That's Left: Part 4
The Front Lines
Seamus turned around to see who was behind him. Nearly 1000 people had his back. He drew his wand from his pocket, and his sword from it's scabbered. He was ready to fight. He stood 10 feet away from one of the most notorious death eaters to ever live, Ernie McMillan, a Hufflepuff, with a mind too vounerable. He wasn't bad in his days at Hogwarts, hell, he wasn't even in Slytherin. But the dark lord's deceipt began to get to his head. Seamus ran towards him with his sword in the air. He pointed his wand towards Ernie. "Stupefy!" he shouted. A red beam shot towards Ernie, at the same time as an orange streak shot towards him. The two beams met and caused an explosion, making dust, rocks, dirt, and sparks, to fly every which way. Seamus heard a phoenix song in the distance; the phoenixes were ready whenever called. Seamus put his sword out in front of him, Ernie followed. "CHARGE!" Seamus shouted at the top of his lungs. "AHHHH!" Ernie screamed. He ran straight for the other side, sword drawn. The oposing sides charged into each other, fighting, heads began to fly, blood began to be drawn. Soaring was heard in the distance. The air assault team was on it's way. Randall Snively, an 18-year-old Hogwarts graduate (house of Raveclaw) looked up. Around 100 wizards were in the air on their brooms. They began to hover over the battlegrounds. "Ready?" Fred Weasley shouted. "Ready!" they all replied. George Weasley flew up next to Fred; he had a backpack on his back. He reached inside it and pulled out a huge rope. There was a knot at each end of the rope. He threw one side of the rope to Fred. They zoomed up above a cloud out of site. "ATTACK!" Fred called. The air assault team began to fly, shooting spells, charms, and zooming down to fight. George looked at Fred, and Fred nodded, then George. Fred and George began doing the Wronski Feint down past the clouds. then pulled out and raced towards Voldemort's team. They spread far apart and the rope was spread out tight. "Good down!" George screamed. Every one of Dumbledore's soldiers got down on their knees, ducked, and went undercover, only keep Voldemort's soldiers up. Fred and George flew across the field knocking every body standing over, killing a lot as well. The felt a sudden tug at the center of the rope, and they looked over and the Muggle Sqaud leader, Dudley Dursley, was standing on the rope. "What the hell are you doing you idiot? Get off now!" Fred growled. "No, trust me. I have a plan!" Dudley said. He then drew his sword, and began to twirl it in the air to intimidate the enemy. As Fred and George went on Dudley slashed his sword against a man's neck. The man's head rolled of his neck, and Dudley grabbed his sword. "Maybe this is a good idea, eh George?" Fred looked over at George. "Maybe Fred, maybe," George said apprehensivly. Dudley began to wave his sword in the air. Many of the Dark Lord's servants began to back away, until seven death eaters stood before them, not moving.
"Let us hit them Dudley, that'll kill 'em!" Fred and George said. "No! This is my job!" Dudley growled. "No Dudley! You jumped on!" Dudley screamed and jumped off the rope to fight with the death eaters. He killed every last one of them. Dudley then ran forward, fighting more and more of the enemies. A death eater ran forward, he ran for the rope Fred and George were holding. He cut it in half. "Head for cloud cover!" they both yelled to each other, then they zoomed up in opposite directions, towards the clouds. "You ok over there George?" "Yeah, you Fred?" "Yep" They looked forward and nearly 200 masked Black Flyers were headed toward them. They began to shoot spells at Fred and George. Fred fell off of his broom and George screamed. "FRED!!!" George then fell off of his broom as well. Both brooms were hovering lifelessly in the air. The Black Flyers flew past the brooms. "That's both of them," one of them said. The two brooms remained there. All of a sudden one began to wiggle. Seconds later George flipped up, upon the broom. He drew his sword and had his wand ready. He looked down at his armor and his cloak. The cloak was solid white. He had an idea. He shot nearly thirty stunning jinxes to the Black Flyers. He counted 42of them falling off their brooms. He then threw his cloak over himself and curled up on his broom. To the black flyers he looked like nothing more than a cloud. The Black Flyers looked back and saw nothing. Not even a cloud above George's broom. George was flying quitley under them, biding his time, until ready to strike.
The Front Lines
Seamus turned around to see who was behind him. Nearly 1000 people had his back. He drew his wand from his pocket, and his sword from it's scabbered. He was ready to fight. He stood 10 feet away from one of the most notorious death eaters to ever live, Ernie McMillan, a Hufflepuff, with a mind too vounerable. He wasn't bad in his days at Hogwarts, hell, he wasn't even in Slytherin. But the dark lord's deceipt began to get to his head. Seamus ran towards him with his sword in the air. He pointed his wand towards Ernie. "Stupefy!" he shouted. A red beam shot towards Ernie, at the same time as an orange streak shot towards him. The two beams met and caused an explosion, making dust, rocks, dirt, and sparks, to fly every which way. Seamus heard a phoenix song in the distance; the phoenixes were ready whenever called. Seamus put his sword out in front of him, Ernie followed. "CHARGE!" Seamus shouted at the top of his lungs. "AHHHH!" Ernie screamed. He ran straight for the other side, sword drawn. The oposing sides charged into each other, fighting, heads began to fly, blood began to be drawn. Soaring was heard in the distance. The air assault team was on it's way. Randall Snively, an 18-year-old Hogwarts graduate (house of Raveclaw) looked up. Around 100 wizards were in the air on their brooms. They began to hover over the battlegrounds. "Ready?" Fred Weasley shouted. "Ready!" they all replied. George Weasley flew up next to Fred; he had a backpack on his back. He reached inside it and pulled out a huge rope. There was a knot at each end of the rope. He threw one side of the rope to Fred. They zoomed up above a cloud out of site. "ATTACK!" Fred called. The air assault team began to fly, shooting spells, charms, and zooming down to fight. George looked at Fred, and Fred nodded, then George. Fred and George began doing the Wronski Feint down past the clouds. then pulled out and raced towards Voldemort's team. They spread far apart and the rope was spread out tight. "Good down!" George screamed. Every one of Dumbledore's soldiers got down on their knees, ducked, and went undercover, only keep Voldemort's soldiers up. Fred and George flew across the field knocking every body standing over, killing a lot as well. The felt a sudden tug at the center of the rope, and they looked over and the Muggle Sqaud leader, Dudley Dursley, was standing on the rope. "What the hell are you doing you idiot? Get off now!" Fred growled. "No, trust me. I have a plan!" Dudley said. He then drew his sword, and began to twirl it in the air to intimidate the enemy. As Fred and George went on Dudley slashed his sword against a man's neck. The man's head rolled of his neck, and Dudley grabbed his sword. "Maybe this is a good idea, eh George?" Fred looked over at George. "Maybe Fred, maybe," George said apprehensivly. Dudley began to wave his sword in the air. Many of the Dark Lord's servants began to back away, until seven death eaters stood before them, not moving.
"Let us hit them Dudley, that'll kill 'em!" Fred and George said. "No! This is my job!" Dudley growled. "No Dudley! You jumped on!" Dudley screamed and jumped off the rope to fight with the death eaters. He killed every last one of them. Dudley then ran forward, fighting more and more of the enemies. A death eater ran forward, he ran for the rope Fred and George were holding. He cut it in half. "Head for cloud cover!" they both yelled to each other, then they zoomed up in opposite directions, towards the clouds. "You ok over there George?" "Yeah, you Fred?" "Yep" They looked forward and nearly 200 masked Black Flyers were headed toward them. They began to shoot spells at Fred and George. Fred fell off of his broom and George screamed. "FRED!!!" George then fell off of his broom as well. Both brooms were hovering lifelessly in the air. The Black Flyers flew past the brooms. "That's both of them," one of them said. The two brooms remained there. All of a sudden one began to wiggle. Seconds later George flipped up, upon the broom. He drew his sword and had his wand ready. He looked down at his armor and his cloak. The cloak was solid white. He had an idea. He shot nearly thirty stunning jinxes to the Black Flyers. He counted 42of them falling off their brooms. He then threw his cloak over himself and curled up on his broom. To the black flyers he looked like nothing more than a cloud. The Black Flyers looked back and saw nothing. Not even a cloud above George's broom. George was flying quitley under them, biding his time, until ready to strike.
