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Attack on the alley

Harry was walking up to his room when he could feel Voldemort's anticipation through his scar, an attack flashed through his mind, and then two words flashed through Voldemort's mind, "Diagon Alley". Harry quickly assessed the situation and took out both wands. Going downstairs to Tom he quickly said,

"Tom get everyone out there's an attack, get everyone on the roof, send 3 people to get in the dustbins outside facing the alley so they can pick off a few people warn the other shopkeepers, especially Ollivander,"

Tom seemed to process this information and many had heard but had not dared move,

"I said move!" Harry screamed,

Then everyone sprang into action, some going outside and casting grappling charms to get up unto the roof, while a waitress showed others the ladder onto the roof. Tom had moved across the alley to get the other shopkeepers attention and getting them to remove their most valuable items. Harry went across to the leaky cauldron entrance, took a table and propped it up on its side in the alley, in front of the door,

"Waitress, cast an unbreakable charm on the table and two of you come behind here," Harry shouted. The waitress charmed the table and two people came one brought another table and laid it next to the other. The man charmed the table and moved behind. The threat had been the killing curse but then something from his mind welled up. Dumbledore using physical objects to block the killing curse. He could banish and summon objects in the way of avada kedavra. Tom came panting up, and told him the shopkeepers had all the children out of the way, and some of the adults were on the other roofs and some in the shops.

"Very good, Tom get on the roof, keep the noise down, cast disillusionment charms on the people you find and tell the rest to do it themselves, any that cant do it, tell them to find someone who can or to stick to the shadows…"

Tom hurried away and Harry addressed the two with him,

"What's your name you two,"

"Rob, Mr Potter," and the other said, "Michael,"

"Well one of you conjure a bale of hay or something flammable, and put in near the entrance to Knockturn alley. Set them alight with an incedio spell. Aim a few reductor curses at the walls to try and block the gap,"

Michael conjured up a wooden chest and Rob conjured two chairs and put them outside the entrance to Knockturn alley, Rob then suddenly said,

"You know I got some deodorant from some muggle shop it says highly flammable, that'll knock them out,"

Harry grinned as he remembered what had happened when Dudley set one of them alight in the park. Rob enlarged it and rolled it over to the trunk and then they crouched down, waiting.

That was it the silence was un-nerving and no-one dared move. The shadows seemed threatening, candles in the windows of the several shops snuffed out one by one. Harry's heart was rushing with adrenaline but his mind was scared out of its wits. Another odd thing was that he had an odd urge to pee. He could imagine what the other people were thinking, asking if they would ever see there nearest and dearest again. Then they had a distant roar, there was a great hush in the alley then everyone started to get into the swing. Whispers of,

"Up, up! Look at Knockturn alley and everywhere else, look for death eaters."

Shadows started to move on the rooftops then a crash sounded from one of the shops. Rob beside him saw a green light coming from the window,

"Deatheaters in the shop," he whispered to Harry, who nudged Michael,

"reducto"

The windows shattered and a hooded man peered out of the window. Everyone nodded to each other, this was it. Harry took out both his wands, two were better than one. The deatheater quickly put his head back in.

A huge single CRACK! echoed through the alley, it was rather like firework bangers, and then pandemonium broke out. The shop with the deatheaters suddenly bust into violent flames with the dark mark above it and 25 deatheaters had just apparated into the alley. Green lights began to come from everywhere, many of the men on the other shop roofs lost their cool and began raining curses down on the deatheaters. Then there was a noise of the patting of feet on cobbled stones.

"Incendio"

Flames leapt out of his wand and collided with the bench and chairs, while red lights leapt out into the walls. Rocks dislodged themselves from the wall and created a mini rockslide. One of the flames then caught the deodorant can and an almighty explosion let out. It expelled jagged rocks in all directions one of them piecing a deatheater in his chest and crimson blood trickled down his robes and many others were injured or shaken. One of the Knockturn alley shopkeepers had got caught in the blast and was now missing an ear, an eye, an arm and with several burn marks. He was now lying in a pool of his own blood.

Harry now felt alive, his heart was pumping blood at an extraordinary rate, all his nerves tingled and his mind was surprisingly clear. He had also noticed that Knockturn alley was now blocked. Green killing curses were being flung left, right and centre while Harry was summoning and banishing as many objects as he could in the way, it was a whirlwind of random objects. Most deatheaters had no idea where the spells were coming from and were spinning round and around looking for people, not one of them had recognised tables lying on their side even with spells being launched from behind them.

Flames were being expelled from the apothecary, and everyone was waiting for the flames to react badly with a potion ingredient. The odd thing was that purple smoke had started pouring out of the apothecary.

The effect was startling in Harry's eyes, green and red lights were flashing in from the smoke. With people, throwing spells in the pitch black giving the effect of strobe lights in a muggle disco. Tom was having the right idea and getting people to team up in two's one using lumos to search for deatheaters, while the other bombarded the deatheater with spells once they were in sight.

However, by far the most effective people were Harry and his motley crew of Rob and Michael and the two in the dustbins as they held the ground for the people on the roof and effectively were the shield of the defenders.

"Ahhh, there we go, the apothecary is gone,"

Rob sarcastically answered as the timbers and wreckage of the apothecary began to collapse upon itself.

"Oi, there's tables over there, blast them"

Harry and 3/5's of his motley crew made their way back into the leaky cauldron as the tables exploded. Killing curse's streaked after their retreat but Harry just threw bottles and glasses at them. Harry was kicking himself at not having more spells available to him, because peppering the deatheaters with disarming and stunning spells did not seem to work and the fully-grown wizards were far more effective than him. His two wands though, had saved him, although the wands were extremely powerful they just focused his magic and did not have magic of their own. Now Harry realised why only fully grown wizards were allowed in the Order of the phoenix.

"Michael, take a look outside and see how we are doing,"

Harry commanded, and Michael began to creep to the doorway and take a peep,

"Were getting massacred Harry, the deatheaters have discovered we are on the roof, anti apparition wards have gone up and the deatheaters are slowly coming are way."

"Ok Rob, Michael, get the other two out of the bins and follow me up unto the roof we have to hold the ladders."

Harry began to try and blockade the door as Rob and Michael motioned for the other two to come in. Once assembled, they closed the leaky cauldron door, adding several locking charms and unbreakable charms. Rob even added a few simple wards to try to secure it.

"Up the ladder boys,"

Everyone climbed up the ladder and began to head up to where the rest of the defence was. The defence now were too thinly spread; some had jumped down to defend the stragglers from the shops but were quickly cut down. ¾ of the shops were on fire.

Harry rained down a few jinxes and hexes hoping that one of them hit. Harry's band were trying to plug a few gaps and take down a few deatheaters. Harry ran over to Tom, and what he heard was not good,

"It's a pronged attack, the shopkeepers and some of them were supposed to come in on one side, the deatheaters on another and catch us in a pincer movement. Then there is a band of 4 deatheaters that are going to try and join in from the gateway from the muggles bit of London and take us from behind. Then they will try to cause havoc in London. I've seen the aurors trying to get in but they can't and Dumbledore contacted me a while ago to try and get the wards down."

Harry began to think, and knew that there was going to have to be a sacrifice made. Then his blockade of Knockturn alley failed and in swept reinforcements for Voldemort's forces.

"Tom gather up 40 of us and we'll have to fall back into muggle London." Harry said solemnly,

Harry and about 20 others made for the doorway into London and swept outside.

"ahhh"

Deatheaters burst through the door, with a few of the defenders mixed in, it was point blank fighting in the presence of muggles. There was this street of a few commercial shops and then the whole surrounding area was residential. A few muggles tried to get involved and immediately got killed but then it started turning into a brawl. More deatheaters swept in with more defenders, each fighting furiously. It was pandemonium in the middle of the street.

Wizards were being punched, kicked and even a few gunshots were heard. Harry even saw one deatheater being floored and then kicked in the head repeatedly. Then the muggles were being killed left, right and centre. Green lights were everywhere, killing curses ripped into bodies. One muggle got banished into the McDonalds sign and then the McDonalds sign fell on him. It was gruesome, their was blood flowing on the streets, nearly every bit muggle. Deatheaters were taking the upper hand of the ruckus.

BANG

'Blockbusters' blew up and tapes were flying everywhere. Some of the clever wizards transfigured the tapes into objects such as shields of objects that they could hide behind. Harry had taken cover under a park bench, and was popping up here and there to launch spells in the fray but most of the time he hit muggles. Most of the defenders of Diagon alley were split. Building's were falling in upon themselves and everywhere was a catastrophe, no-one could apparate out. The darkness was illuminated by neon and streetlights. There was nowhere to hide. Harry decided to give the order,

"Run!"

Wizards split up and some cowardly muggles ran for the residential areas, Harry ran away with Rob and Tom and dived in under a bush. Rob and Tom followed him and they reported, Rob started,

"There are more and more deatheaters coming in, obviously the dark lord has seen it's a massacre and appointed more deatheaters. I saw a vampire on the roofs taking on a few and even saw a giant in the alley,"

Tom continued,

"The only other building in Diagon alley still holding out is Gringrotts, were going to get massacred, if this carries on. There are nearly 140 for the dark side and I'd say there was 31 of us, some still coming though. The aurors might be able to come through and Dumbledore will come now but we will all be split."

Harry nodded, and gave his contribution,

"We'll have to gather up everyone up and try and launch another counter attack, to try and take some deatheaters down and if we die, we die valiantly in defiance."

Everyone nodded and they were boldened, and ready to die, even Harry with the prophesy out of his mind. Rob polished his wand with his robes, Tom stretched his shoulder, while Harry took out his pistol and put away his old wand and then put his scabbard on show, so the rapier was easier to draw.

They stood up and hurried down the road but stopped once they saw a green light come from inside the house, and watched as a deatheater staggered out. Harry without a though pulled the trigger and sent a bullet into his brain. Rob shuddered and Tom just looked grim.

'So young to bloody his hands,'

, was a thought that crept up into Toms mind. Shaking the thought away, he followed Harry and they began searching the next few streets.

After, 5 minutes they had gathered up six, so their whole party was nine in total. Then Harry and co came to a demolished street. Harry and the rest of them had their mouth open.

In front of them was a street torn asunder by fighting, there was buildings on fire. One person hiding behind a lamppost, shooting spells at the force intent on killing him. There was duels going on in front gardens, muggles trying to fight with a few Knockturn alley shopkeepers. There were three deatheaters and three light side wizards on either side of the street joining the wands and launching magical ballistae at each other. Then to cap it all off there was a line of light side wizards two ranks deep, facing lines of deatheaters 3 ranks deep. Harry looked at the light side wizards and noticed that a few had auror robes on and even spotted his dear old potion master hiding in the last rank getting a few spells in on the dark side.

Harry snapped out of it first and gave the order,

"CHARGE!"

His band of wizards merged with the other light side fighters and together they charged. Harry took up in the front line and drew his rapier. He was instinctively swaying out of the way of spells intent on stopping his charge.

The light side absolutely crushed the deatheaters and co. The light side were hacking and stunning Voldemort's forces almost fanatically. Harry's forces just believed, he could not describe it, they charged, head down but they had something to fight for more than any prize, something like to see their loved ones again.

Harry remembered from Dumbledore, that in duelling you always had to be on the move. So that is what Harry was doing, he was whirling, jogging on the spot anything that kept him moving. Harry surveyed his miniature army; they all took him as their leader unquestionably.

"Right, this is it, time to dig deep boys, were tired but we still have job to do. Deserve victory…" Harry unconsciously reciting the Potter family motto.

A great roar came up from them, Harry smiled his words had been taken to heart. He now had to get them ready, he was going to round up a few more and counter attack. Pausing a moment for a thought, he issued his order,

"Snape take 3 with you and search the surrounding streets for any more fighters," Snape hurried off clearly disgusted from having Harry give orders to him, "Everyone line up, get ready to move. 5 of you go and head towards the back entrance to New Cross alley, 10 of you hold back just behind us, you can reinforce us or flank the enemy,"

Everyone nodded, and everyone prepared themselves. Harry and the main group began marching towards in a moving column, slow moving at first. When Snape rejoined he had managed to scrape seven other people, 2 from the ootp. Then the column began to move faster and gathering closer to Diagon alley, and began to fan out.

A huge group of deatheaters were at the entrance, killing the muggle fire fighters. Harry counted he had 30 here in his main group which meant he had 40 wizards and witches at his command. The order of the phoenix and aurors must have really boosted their side.

"On my mark, put the scum, back where they belong. So on three, stunners at the ready," Harry began,

"1,2,3! Now!"

Stunning spells shot from every one of Harry's group's wands. It was tide of red coming at the deatheaters. Harry saw some deatheaters put up shields to block the spells only to be smashed by the following stunner.

Some of the stronger deatheaters managed to fend the angry tide off and retreated into the leaky cauldron. Harry gave the order,

"After them,"

Harry saw his advance group hurry in before them. The main body of his army began to hurry in when a startled yelp came from behind them. There was a group of five deatheaters that were trying to gang up on them when Harry's reserve had hit the deatheaters from behind.

Everyone smiled at the stunned deatheaters behind them, it only gave them more confidence.

"Tom send two groups of two in and then the rest of us will barge in,"

Tom nodded, and two pairs hurried in, everyone's breath held for a minute, a few distinct sounds were coming from within. Then as a silent agreement, everyone moved forward. The door opened.

There was Harry's four in there barely alive, trying to hold of five deatheaters and a dementor. Harry quickly sent a patronus at the dementor to send it on its way. Everyone moved forward, the rush of battle catching up with them all again. One of Harry's past motley crew was having a vicious fight with a deatheater, and was starting to get the upper hand on his opponent. Harry picked up a bar stool and smashed it against a deatheaters face, sending the deatheater crashing to the floor.

This was it; Harry's badly needed reinforcements began to take the alley by storm. Harry was cold and calculating but had passion that few could match. The first stop was Gringrotts, which was still standing. The goblins even had a welcoming party for them while others hurried about on the tracks below carting off deatheaters trying to steal.

In the next hour, the whole alley was retaken. For Harry the most sombre moment was at the end when Dumbledore spotted him.

"Ahh Harry, I have heard extraordinary tales of your adventures but may I ask why did you not get out of here,"

"Professor, I couldn't leave them, I warned everyone and then everything got out of hand,"

"Ah very well. Well, I must get everything sorted again at the order as its in chaos but I fear this could be the end of the wizarding world,"

Quickly noticing Harry's face, Dumbledore added,

"It's not that I don't believe in you Harry, It's the fact that this say was a prologue of the story to come. Look how deadly and murderous the prologue was, I wonder how the tale will start and end…"

Harry then got a very sickening feeling in his stomach…

Authors Note: The next chapter is called the gift and the sword, and it is currently a page from completion. Read and review…