danke tizan! auf keinem fall hält mich heidelberg vom schreiben ab! Ich war überrascht eine review auf deutsch zu finden! Ich habe noch nie gepraalt über meine deutsche rechtschreibung, aber wolte mal trotz dem auf deutsch antworten :)
Ehhem, stepping away from the mother tongue and back to the one I'm more proficient at, I believe I left you on the quidditch pitch. A swarm of Death Eaters just interrupted the game, and the DA and OotP have come to the rescue. Onward ho :-D
And please leave reviews. I love you all the more for it.
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Chapter 9 – Retribution
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The Order and the remaining Army members ducked into the moat surrounding the pitch, wands at the ready. The Army members in crimson and blue quidditch gear emerged from the locker rooms, wands tucked into their robes and brooms tucked between their knees. Kingsley Shacklebolt released the balls and the "teams" played the game halfheartedly, eyes on the Forbidden Forest and fallen towers.
Night slowly began to fall, and nothing had happened yet. Harry caught the snitch for the third time and released it, Ravenclaw led Gryffindor by eighty points, and the beaters were just hitting bludgers enough to keep everyone from getting hit.
Then, exactly at sunset, black-hooded figures began to emerge from the wreckage of the fallen towers. One of the Death Eaters clutched his wand in his silver hand, held it above his head in a dramatic gesture, and shouted "Incendio!" The entire collapsed structure burst into flames.
Six, then ten, suddenly twenty Death Eaters emerged from the inferno lead by none other than Peter Pettigrew, wands all poised for action. Nine Death Eaters on brooms flew in over the stadium in formation, while at least ten others apparated onto the field.
Harry grabbed Terry Boot's bludger bat and flew at one of the delinquent bludgers. With every ounce of strength in his body, he launched the bludger at the formation of Death Eaters, knocking two from their brooms and onto the pitch. Hermione darted from the moat around the stadium and cast a full-body bind on them. Then she pointed her wand upward and knocked two more from their brooms with well-aimed stupefies and bound them.
Death Eaters slowly closed in on her from all sides, wands poised to hex. Six members of the Order on brooms flew from the locker area and surrounded the encroaching Death Eaters. Ginny, Dennis Creevy, Seamus, Zacharias Smith, and Luna Lovegood all snuck up on the circling Death Eaters, firing hexes at random once they got within firing range. George Weasley swooped down on his broom and clutched Hermione to himself, managing to get the both of them out of harm's way before the Death Eaters did any damage.
Kingsley Shacklebolt did a low fly-by on the Death Eaters creeping out of the burning wreckage and cast Petrificus Totalus on four of them. He shouted Expelliarmus repeatedly, pointing his wand at no one in particular in the group. Then he spotted one wearing a silver pendant around his neck. Quickly, he levitated his colleague out of the rubble and out of the stadium, landing him safely in front of one of the locker rooms.
Four Death Eaters chased their airborn brother out of the stadium, and spotted him going into one of the tents. He emerged holding an armful of bludger bats and handed them to the other four.
"Finish them off!" Snape yelled, and one of the four pointed his wand at the row of locker tents, setting them ablaze.
However, while Snape was in the locker room, he had spotted a handful of Order and DA members and told them to flee out the back. They did so, each clutching a broom, and took to the skies.
The heavens had turned a rich shade of orange and the air hung thick with smoke. The quidditch stadium was a war zone: a mere shadow of the fun, lighthearted atmosphere it had been only hours before. The stadium and pitch were covered in members of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army, all dueling it out with the Death Eaters of Voldemort.
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Seven Death Eaters infiltrated the moat. Neville found himself cornered, and the few spells he did know would do nothing to hold off the three Death Eaters closing in on him.
"Well, what have we here? Could this be the little Longbottom boy?"
"Just you stay away from me. I'll hex you into next October if you take another step closer!"
The three kept on walking. "How precious. Rodolphus, do you reckon we can do the same to him as we did to his parents?"
"No, I suspect we should go easy on the lad. He's quaking in his boots."
"I suppose so. Pity, really, that the son of two such brilliant wizards is such a complete coward." She spoke slowly and her voice held an icy tone. "They were brave. I wasn't sure we'd make it out of there alive. Not until the Crouch boy suggested Cruciatus. Yes, that was his shining moment. Ah, well, no time to reminisce. Best get on with it. Dispose of the poor lad and move on." She raised her wand.
Just as he was giving up hope, his gaze fell between two of the Death Eaters. There stood Tonks, flaming pink hair in pig tails.
"Oi! You three!" They spun around to face the girlish voice.
"Leave him alone! If you're looking for a good fight, try me. Rictusempra!" The leftmost
Death Eater started wheezing uncontrollably.
From behind them, Neville shouted "Tarantallegra!" and the other two Death Eaters started dancing a strange sort of jig. Tonks burst out laughing.
"Honestly, you three! This war wasn't supposed to be this fun! Expelliarmus!" she cried, and all three of their wands sailed neatly into her hand.
Neville cast the full-body bind on all three of them and they lay on the ground, neatly tethered, one of them still wheezing, and the other two still wriggling in their ropes.
Somewhere amidst her laughter, Tonks cast Finite Incantatem, and they stopped wheezing and wiggling. Neville cautiously approached the three Death Eaters. He crouched down and pulled the mask off the middle one. Cold mahogany brown eyes glared at him.
"Well, looks like justice is served, Bellatrix. My parents send their love. Say hi to Azkaban for me." With that, he kicked her square in the ribs, spun on his heel, and started to walk off, but he paused. He turned around again, walked back to her, and kicked her in the ribs again.
"That one was for Sirius Black." He spat in her face and walked off, leaving a winded Bellatrix Lestrange and a rather stunned Nymphadora Tonks in his wake.
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The four Death Eaters ran at the girls, bludger bats poised to strike. The tallest of the girls held her wand up and shouted "Expellimellious!" but nothing happened.
"DAMMIT! I HATE that spell! I never could get it right!" Cho ran at one of the Death Eaters and poked him in the eye with her wand. The Death Eater shrieked, curled up on the ground, and pulled off his mask, revealing a pain-stricken Pansy Parkinson. She clutched her left eye with both hands and screamed a string of obscenities.
"Chang you filthy halfblood whore! You dirty fucking bitch!" Cho stomped on Pansy's stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
"Don't you DARE insult me you Slytherin harpy!"
Two huge Death Eaters grabbed Cho from behind and tackled her. Before the three hit the ground, Parvati and Padma, followed almost immediately by Hannah Abbott tackled the mass of black and blue robes.
With a howl of pain, Gregory Goyle curled into a ball. His mask fell off, revealing a face twisted in agony, hands clutching that which was most precious to him.
With some quick thinking, Lavender cast the Petrificus Totalus on the last quarreling Death Eater and tore his mask off, revealing a grouchier-than-usual looking Vincent Crabbe.
The five girls stood back, admiring their handiwork.
"I think one of them got away." Said a winded Padma Patil.
"Well, that was easy enough. Think we should tackle a few more?" Hannah looked up and saw Ginny Weasley being levitated high above the pitch. Harry was up on his broom circling her, trying in vain to get her down. Every time he tried to grab her to pull her onto his broom, she'd simply go higher.
One of the Death Eaters below cackled maniacally, when he saw Harry make a grab for Ginny, a flick of his wrist would send her higher and higher.
The next few moments passed in slow motion.
With a final flick of his wand, the Death Eater sent Ginny spiraling toward the ground. Harry flew into a dive after her, his quarry far more precious than any golden snitch.
The Death Eater bearing the silver pendant ran faster than his legs had ever carried him before. With one huge leap, he sprung on top of the Death Eater. The two scuffled for a moment, and with a loud popping noise, they lay still. Snape stood, brushed himself off, and looked down at his former Death Eater brother. He had snapped his neck.
Harry caught Ginny fifteen feet from the ground. His Firebolt had been designed for speed, not for load-bearing, and the two of them plummeted the final distance to the ground. The landing was softer than they had expected. A lot softer. They rolled to the side, only to find Snape glaring at them. They had landed square on him and the dead Death Eater.
"Are you two alright?"
"Yeah, fine." Harry stood and offered Snape his hand. He took it and pulled himself up. Then the two of them pulled Ginny from the ground.
"Listen, Harry…" But they had dawdled for too long. Two Death Eaters had spotted the kindness for what it was, and were already running at the trio.
"Crucio!" Erupted from both sides and the two approaching Death Eaters curled up on the floor and passed out from the pain. Harry and Snape had both fired the same curse and beat the Death Eaters to the punch.
"Harry, I've been thinking. Your wand won't be sufficient to kill Voldemort."
"Why do you say that?"
"Fourth year. The graveyard. You remember the result of your attempted duel with the Dark Lord?"
"Yeah, that golden sphere and the echoes of his victims."
"You won't be able to…" But Snape never finished his sentence. One of the Death Eaters had hit him in the back of the head with a Stupefy. He keeled over and fell into Ginny's arms.
"You messed with the wrong Boy Who Lived. CRUCIO!" Harry put every ounce of fury he could muster up into that one curse. All the pain he had suffered under Voldemort, the trauma of losing Sirius, the nightmare of growing up with the Dursleys because his parents were dead, the emotional torment he faced from blaming himself for the death of Cedric. Everything flooded into that one curse. The Death Eater keeled over. Ginny gently lay Snape on the ground, crawled over to the Death Eater, and checked his pulse. He was dead.
Ehhem, stepping away from the mother tongue and back to the one I'm more proficient at, I believe I left you on the quidditch pitch. A swarm of Death Eaters just interrupted the game, and the DA and OotP have come to the rescue. Onward ho :-D
And please leave reviews. I love you all the more for it.
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Chapter 9 – Retribution
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The Order and the remaining Army members ducked into the moat surrounding the pitch, wands at the ready. The Army members in crimson and blue quidditch gear emerged from the locker rooms, wands tucked into their robes and brooms tucked between their knees. Kingsley Shacklebolt released the balls and the "teams" played the game halfheartedly, eyes on the Forbidden Forest and fallen towers.
Night slowly began to fall, and nothing had happened yet. Harry caught the snitch for the third time and released it, Ravenclaw led Gryffindor by eighty points, and the beaters were just hitting bludgers enough to keep everyone from getting hit.
Then, exactly at sunset, black-hooded figures began to emerge from the wreckage of the fallen towers. One of the Death Eaters clutched his wand in his silver hand, held it above his head in a dramatic gesture, and shouted "Incendio!" The entire collapsed structure burst into flames.
Six, then ten, suddenly twenty Death Eaters emerged from the inferno lead by none other than Peter Pettigrew, wands all poised for action. Nine Death Eaters on brooms flew in over the stadium in formation, while at least ten others apparated onto the field.
Harry grabbed Terry Boot's bludger bat and flew at one of the delinquent bludgers. With every ounce of strength in his body, he launched the bludger at the formation of Death Eaters, knocking two from their brooms and onto the pitch. Hermione darted from the moat around the stadium and cast a full-body bind on them. Then she pointed her wand upward and knocked two more from their brooms with well-aimed stupefies and bound them.
Death Eaters slowly closed in on her from all sides, wands poised to hex. Six members of the Order on brooms flew from the locker area and surrounded the encroaching Death Eaters. Ginny, Dennis Creevy, Seamus, Zacharias Smith, and Luna Lovegood all snuck up on the circling Death Eaters, firing hexes at random once they got within firing range. George Weasley swooped down on his broom and clutched Hermione to himself, managing to get the both of them out of harm's way before the Death Eaters did any damage.
Kingsley Shacklebolt did a low fly-by on the Death Eaters creeping out of the burning wreckage and cast Petrificus Totalus on four of them. He shouted Expelliarmus repeatedly, pointing his wand at no one in particular in the group. Then he spotted one wearing a silver pendant around his neck. Quickly, he levitated his colleague out of the rubble and out of the stadium, landing him safely in front of one of the locker rooms.
Four Death Eaters chased their airborn brother out of the stadium, and spotted him going into one of the tents. He emerged holding an armful of bludger bats and handed them to the other four.
"Finish them off!" Snape yelled, and one of the four pointed his wand at the row of locker tents, setting them ablaze.
However, while Snape was in the locker room, he had spotted a handful of Order and DA members and told them to flee out the back. They did so, each clutching a broom, and took to the skies.
The heavens had turned a rich shade of orange and the air hung thick with smoke. The quidditch stadium was a war zone: a mere shadow of the fun, lighthearted atmosphere it had been only hours before. The stadium and pitch were covered in members of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army, all dueling it out with the Death Eaters of Voldemort.
----
Seven Death Eaters infiltrated the moat. Neville found himself cornered, and the few spells he did know would do nothing to hold off the three Death Eaters closing in on him.
"Well, what have we here? Could this be the little Longbottom boy?"
"Just you stay away from me. I'll hex you into next October if you take another step closer!"
The three kept on walking. "How precious. Rodolphus, do you reckon we can do the same to him as we did to his parents?"
"No, I suspect we should go easy on the lad. He's quaking in his boots."
"I suppose so. Pity, really, that the son of two such brilliant wizards is such a complete coward." She spoke slowly and her voice held an icy tone. "They were brave. I wasn't sure we'd make it out of there alive. Not until the Crouch boy suggested Cruciatus. Yes, that was his shining moment. Ah, well, no time to reminisce. Best get on with it. Dispose of the poor lad and move on." She raised her wand.
Just as he was giving up hope, his gaze fell between two of the Death Eaters. There stood Tonks, flaming pink hair in pig tails.
"Oi! You three!" They spun around to face the girlish voice.
"Leave him alone! If you're looking for a good fight, try me. Rictusempra!" The leftmost
Death Eater started wheezing uncontrollably.
From behind them, Neville shouted "Tarantallegra!" and the other two Death Eaters started dancing a strange sort of jig. Tonks burst out laughing.
"Honestly, you three! This war wasn't supposed to be this fun! Expelliarmus!" she cried, and all three of their wands sailed neatly into her hand.
Neville cast the full-body bind on all three of them and they lay on the ground, neatly tethered, one of them still wheezing, and the other two still wriggling in their ropes.
Somewhere amidst her laughter, Tonks cast Finite Incantatem, and they stopped wheezing and wiggling. Neville cautiously approached the three Death Eaters. He crouched down and pulled the mask off the middle one. Cold mahogany brown eyes glared at him.
"Well, looks like justice is served, Bellatrix. My parents send their love. Say hi to Azkaban for me." With that, he kicked her square in the ribs, spun on his heel, and started to walk off, but he paused. He turned around again, walked back to her, and kicked her in the ribs again.
"That one was for Sirius Black." He spat in her face and walked off, leaving a winded Bellatrix Lestrange and a rather stunned Nymphadora Tonks in his wake.
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The four Death Eaters ran at the girls, bludger bats poised to strike. The tallest of the girls held her wand up and shouted "Expellimellious!" but nothing happened.
"DAMMIT! I HATE that spell! I never could get it right!" Cho ran at one of the Death Eaters and poked him in the eye with her wand. The Death Eater shrieked, curled up on the ground, and pulled off his mask, revealing a pain-stricken Pansy Parkinson. She clutched her left eye with both hands and screamed a string of obscenities.
"Chang you filthy halfblood whore! You dirty fucking bitch!" Cho stomped on Pansy's stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
"Don't you DARE insult me you Slytherin harpy!"
Two huge Death Eaters grabbed Cho from behind and tackled her. Before the three hit the ground, Parvati and Padma, followed almost immediately by Hannah Abbott tackled the mass of black and blue robes.
With a howl of pain, Gregory Goyle curled into a ball. His mask fell off, revealing a face twisted in agony, hands clutching that which was most precious to him.
With some quick thinking, Lavender cast the Petrificus Totalus on the last quarreling Death Eater and tore his mask off, revealing a grouchier-than-usual looking Vincent Crabbe.
The five girls stood back, admiring their handiwork.
"I think one of them got away." Said a winded Padma Patil.
"Well, that was easy enough. Think we should tackle a few more?" Hannah looked up and saw Ginny Weasley being levitated high above the pitch. Harry was up on his broom circling her, trying in vain to get her down. Every time he tried to grab her to pull her onto his broom, she'd simply go higher.
One of the Death Eaters below cackled maniacally, when he saw Harry make a grab for Ginny, a flick of his wrist would send her higher and higher.
The next few moments passed in slow motion.
With a final flick of his wand, the Death Eater sent Ginny spiraling toward the ground. Harry flew into a dive after her, his quarry far more precious than any golden snitch.
The Death Eater bearing the silver pendant ran faster than his legs had ever carried him before. With one huge leap, he sprung on top of the Death Eater. The two scuffled for a moment, and with a loud popping noise, they lay still. Snape stood, brushed himself off, and looked down at his former Death Eater brother. He had snapped his neck.
Harry caught Ginny fifteen feet from the ground. His Firebolt had been designed for speed, not for load-bearing, and the two of them plummeted the final distance to the ground. The landing was softer than they had expected. A lot softer. They rolled to the side, only to find Snape glaring at them. They had landed square on him and the dead Death Eater.
"Are you two alright?"
"Yeah, fine." Harry stood and offered Snape his hand. He took it and pulled himself up. Then the two of them pulled Ginny from the ground.
"Listen, Harry…" But they had dawdled for too long. Two Death Eaters had spotted the kindness for what it was, and were already running at the trio.
"Crucio!" Erupted from both sides and the two approaching Death Eaters curled up on the floor and passed out from the pain. Harry and Snape had both fired the same curse and beat the Death Eaters to the punch.
"Harry, I've been thinking. Your wand won't be sufficient to kill Voldemort."
"Why do you say that?"
"Fourth year. The graveyard. You remember the result of your attempted duel with the Dark Lord?"
"Yeah, that golden sphere and the echoes of his victims."
"You won't be able to…" But Snape never finished his sentence. One of the Death Eaters had hit him in the back of the head with a Stupefy. He keeled over and fell into Ginny's arms.
"You messed with the wrong Boy Who Lived. CRUCIO!" Harry put every ounce of fury he could muster up into that one curse. All the pain he had suffered under Voldemort, the trauma of losing Sirius, the nightmare of growing up with the Dursleys because his parents were dead, the emotional torment he faced from blaming himself for the death of Cedric. Everything flooded into that one curse. The Death Eater keeled over. Ginny gently lay Snape on the ground, crawled over to the Death Eater, and checked his pulse. He was dead.