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Author's Note: Thanks to Andrea for the review. I appreciate the support, and I would like to hear more from anyone who is reading this story. Thanks.
Jeremy
Chapter 3 Dumbledore's Army
Emerging from the wide doors of the Entrance Hall the group quickly took stock of the scene before them. In the moment it took them to exit the building the tide had turned startlingly in their favor. In his grief their friend had grown considerably in power. The apparent rage that had filled Harry was overwhelming the opposing dark forces about him. Blinding flashes spouted from his wand, felling all who dared assail him. The bodies of Death Eaters lay broken and charred across the field as he trudged on towards Voldemort who was still recovering from the initial blast. The whipping rain muted the groans of anguish from the injured. The struggle was far from over though. Voldemort had amassed a large army of his own. Aside from the enemies confronting their friend there were many other Death Eaters and dark creatures who were focusing their attack on those teachers who were trying to defend the castle.
Ron took charge of the gathered students. They immediately went to aid the teachers, who were not fairing as well as Harry, because they were far outnumbered. Moving steadily to intersect the besieged professors, they took the attackers by surprise. Casting numerous spells they were able to sever a path towards their teachers. Another force seemed to be entering the fray from the opposite side. The storm thundered louder as the battle became fiercer. The pace of the fighting quickened to a blur as hexes bore down on their foes from all sides. The students began to gain the ground about the teachers.
Amid the mass of battle two people could be descried on the ground. One was shielding the other with his own body from the hooded figure looming above them. "Crucio" cried the voice of the unknown Death Eater as the body on the ground writhed in agony. Severus Snape could hardly see the dark form that tortured him as water mixed with blood flowed over his eyes. What seemed like an eternity of pain passed in a moment before he glimpse another person rushing towards his foe.
Seeing the two bodies on the ground Neville broke away from the group of students in a run. Seconds after the curse was cast he launched himself bodily at the attacker, knocking them to the ground. Quickly he rose from the ground and turned to face the hooded individual. The mask had been fallen aside, revealing Bellatrix Lestrange. Her body was sprawled out in the mud and blood seeped from a gash on her head. She tried to stand but Neville aimed a kick at her, throwing her back into the muck. Bellatrix screeched in anger and made a wild grab for her wand. Neville was quicker though, and summoned it from the ground before she could grasp it. His breathes came in gasps as he faced the person who had tortured his parents to insanity. Again she tried to stand but in a moment of pure hatred he cast the only spell he could recall and stunned her. As his head cleared he conjured ropes to bind the cruel woman before him. Glancing to his side he saw Snape quivering on the ground, covering the limp form of Professor McGonagall. Reaching out he pulled the potions master to his feet and was met with a look of awe and gratitude, before turning back to rejoin the fight.
Ron lead the group to the center of the battle closely followed by Hermione, as she cast her Patronus charm to repel a group of dementors who were trying to approach. As the opposing army faltered and began to flee they were met by the group that had approached from the other side. Looking into their faces Ron grinned with relief. It was the Order of the Phoenix. Hope blossomed in his heart. There were his brothers, and Remus. His Father also stood among the ranks along with Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley, and many other members. It seemed as if the storm was lifting. A small beam of sunlight shot through the clouds, briefly lifting the spirits of the brave defenders. But it was only a short reprieve. Turning to where his best friend had been routing his foes Ron's face fell as the clouds shrouded the last ray of sun and the storm renewed its fury. "HARRY!" he yelled in a voice that did not belong to him. But he was too late.
Harry had just come to stand over Voldemort when a cold voice bellowed from behind him. He never saw the curse that hit him in the back. Harry fell hard to the ground. His body shook violently wet grass, twisting in indescribable pain.
Author's Note: Thanks to Andrea for the review. I appreciate the support, and I would like to hear more from anyone who is reading this story. Thanks.
Jeremy
Chapter 3 Dumbledore's Army
Emerging from the wide doors of the Entrance Hall the group quickly took stock of the scene before them. In the moment it took them to exit the building the tide had turned startlingly in their favor. In his grief their friend had grown considerably in power. The apparent rage that had filled Harry was overwhelming the opposing dark forces about him. Blinding flashes spouted from his wand, felling all who dared assail him. The bodies of Death Eaters lay broken and charred across the field as he trudged on towards Voldemort who was still recovering from the initial blast. The whipping rain muted the groans of anguish from the injured. The struggle was far from over though. Voldemort had amassed a large army of his own. Aside from the enemies confronting their friend there were many other Death Eaters and dark creatures who were focusing their attack on those teachers who were trying to defend the castle.
Ron took charge of the gathered students. They immediately went to aid the teachers, who were not fairing as well as Harry, because they were far outnumbered. Moving steadily to intersect the besieged professors, they took the attackers by surprise. Casting numerous spells they were able to sever a path towards their teachers. Another force seemed to be entering the fray from the opposite side. The storm thundered louder as the battle became fiercer. The pace of the fighting quickened to a blur as hexes bore down on their foes from all sides. The students began to gain the ground about the teachers.
Amid the mass of battle two people could be descried on the ground. One was shielding the other with his own body from the hooded figure looming above them. "Crucio" cried the voice of the unknown Death Eater as the body on the ground writhed in agony. Severus Snape could hardly see the dark form that tortured him as water mixed with blood flowed over his eyes. What seemed like an eternity of pain passed in a moment before he glimpse another person rushing towards his foe.
Seeing the two bodies on the ground Neville broke away from the group of students in a run. Seconds after the curse was cast he launched himself bodily at the attacker, knocking them to the ground. Quickly he rose from the ground and turned to face the hooded individual. The mask had been fallen aside, revealing Bellatrix Lestrange. Her body was sprawled out in the mud and blood seeped from a gash on her head. She tried to stand but Neville aimed a kick at her, throwing her back into the muck. Bellatrix screeched in anger and made a wild grab for her wand. Neville was quicker though, and summoned it from the ground before she could grasp it. His breathes came in gasps as he faced the person who had tortured his parents to insanity. Again she tried to stand but in a moment of pure hatred he cast the only spell he could recall and stunned her. As his head cleared he conjured ropes to bind the cruel woman before him. Glancing to his side he saw Snape quivering on the ground, covering the limp form of Professor McGonagall. Reaching out he pulled the potions master to his feet and was met with a look of awe and gratitude, before turning back to rejoin the fight.
Ron lead the group to the center of the battle closely followed by Hermione, as she cast her Patronus charm to repel a group of dementors who were trying to approach. As the opposing army faltered and began to flee they were met by the group that had approached from the other side. Looking into their faces Ron grinned with relief. It was the Order of the Phoenix. Hope blossomed in his heart. There were his brothers, and Remus. His Father also stood among the ranks along with Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley, and many other members. It seemed as if the storm was lifting. A small beam of sunlight shot through the clouds, briefly lifting the spirits of the brave defenders. But it was only a short reprieve. Turning to where his best friend had been routing his foes Ron's face fell as the clouds shrouded the last ray of sun and the storm renewed its fury. "HARRY!" he yelled in a voice that did not belong to him. But he was too late.
Harry had just come to stand over Voldemort when a cold voice bellowed from behind him. He never saw the curse that hit him in the back. Harry fell hard to the ground. His body shook violently wet grass, twisting in indescribable pain.