Here is Chapter four! Read and enjoy
The first thing Harry wanted to do was to establish a synopsis of the situation. What was destroyed? Who was killed? Who had survived?
Harry left Hermione to tend to Ron and May as he quickly made up his way up the Antarctic streets. It was apparent from the number of people here that many others knew that Antarctica would be a save haven after the bombs fell. There were probably tens of thousands of refugees all over the city.
Harry moved quickly throughout the streets looking for anyone he knew. Many people reached out hands to him, asking for help. Harry felt a pang of guilt but he knew he couldn't stop to help them. For all he knew, Death Eaters could be attacking survivors already.
"Hey, HEY!" Harry heard a harsh voice call. He looked to his left and he saw a middle-aged wizard wearing long thick snow-white robes, customary of Antarctic wizards. A black stash around his neck identified him as part of the Antarctic police force.
"What the blazes has happened to the world? I've been hearing about war!" Said the Policewizard as Harry slowed to a stop next to him.
"The worst kind." Harry said. "Nuclear. Billions of muggles are dead, probably most of the wizards are too."
"Are we going to be attacked?" Asked the policewizard. Harry felt a surge of anger; billions of people had just died and he only seemed to be concerned about his own little city.
"Probably." Harry said, icily. "The Death Eaters know that Antarctica is a haven and they'll probably be here in force in a short time. I suggest you get everyone you can together and prepare for this. But first, I need you to tell me if you have seen any other English Aurors around."
The policewizard stuttered a bit. "I-I think three of them are over there in that ally," He pointed. Before he could say another word Harry was off, leaving a very confused and frightened Antarctic policewizard behind.
Harry ran up to the spot where the policewizard had indicated and looked in the ally. Sure enough, there were 3 English wizards standing and talking. Only one of them was an Auror, however. He was a man named Krustfeld, an Auror who wasn't part of the Atlantic operation. He was standing with two other men who Harry vaguely recognized to be Ministry of Magic workers.
"Harry!" Krustfeld said, a note of relief in his voice. "How did the operation go?"
"Mostly successful, but we lost eleven Aurors." Said Harry. "I need to know, how many people have made it here? Where have they all got to?"
"The minister and many workers are in an underground bunker." Krustfeld said. "They can't stay there for long though. We've coordinated a meeting to take place at Rizaldo's Manor in Brazil in an hour. There are going to be high level muggle leaders there too."
"Okay." Said Harry. Rizaldo was the Brazilian Minister of Magic and his estate was hidden deep within the Amazon jungle and was considered to be one of the safest meeting places of the wizarding wold. "But are there Aurors here? We're under immediate threat of Death Eater attack!"
"I don't know," Krustfeld said. "I'll come with you and find them though." Harry felt a surge of anger at Krustfeld for not having done this before, but he just motioned Krustfeld to come with him as they ran off into the street.
"Do you suppose many of them came to this place?" Krustfeld asked.
"It's unlikely." Harry said. "Most wizards don't know enough about muggles to know that none live down here." Harry knew Krustfeld, a half-blood himself, specialized in Muggle Studies in his training so he knew this. It's ironic, Harry thought, this means that more wizards half blood or less will realize this is a safe place and survive.
Harry and Krustfeld ran towards the center of the city where they could see a large crowd of people congregating in a circle, as if around something or something. Harry started to wonder why when he heard the sounds of screaming coming from his left.
Harry jerked his head to the left and saw a frightened looking woman pointing and screaming at something to his right. He looked just in time to see a group of three Death Eaters, one whom had just sent a powerful hex at him. Harry raised his wand and shouted the counter-curse, blocking it.
Harry had just sent a hex at the Death Eaters when a curse just barely grazed his left arm. Harry looked to his left and saw that there were two more Death Eaters on the roof. They were intently focused on attacking Harry.
All over the street was pandemonium as people tried to run away from the Death Eaters only to run into more Death Eaters that seemed to be emerging from shadowy allies and doorways all up and down the street.
The air was thick with spells as the Death Eaters started using brandishing charms to violently cast the crowds aside in their advance on Harry. Some less patient Death Eaters were simply blasting people apart as they advanced, and some even blasted sides of buildings off. Some people in the crowd tried attacking the Death Eaters, but it was apparent there were few fighters among them.
There were clearly at least twenty Death Eaters around. Harry could not keep track of them all easily. They were all advancing towards him, but the crowd and the debris were slowing their advance. Harry was putting up a formidable defense on his own with only Krustfeld backing him up, but sooner or later the Death Eaters would catch up to him. He knew that logically he couldn't die because he had to live to either kill or be killed by Voldemort, but he knew that he could not hold off the Death Eaters for good. All he could do would be to steer them away from the denser crowds.
Harry was about to make a fighting retreat when someone very near him unexpectedly shouted "STUPEFY!" and before Harry could react he felt the spell hit him full force. The last thing he remembered before passed out was the large group of Death Eaters running over to him.
