Hope's End

Chapter Eight

Free For All

Killing Curses flew everywhere, with the occasional flash of a Stunner. It was during the crack of dawn when the Dark Order decided to launch the biggest attack since the war began on one of Voldemort's encampments - Encampment Silvertongue. Over one thousand Death Eaters had been stationed there, and just over one thousand and two hundred Dark Order agents Portkeyed in. The Death Eaters reacted immediately, and an above intelligent Death Eater had the foresight to release the Dementors onto the attackers. Unfortunatly, a wave of Patroni took care of that, and heavy fighting exploded throughout the camp. Now, it had been over two hours, and the fighting was still going strong. Let us take a look into Dark Lieutenant Hans for a moment, shall we?

The Lieutenant ducked as several Killing Curses flew past him. 'Damn it! Our COs said there was only supposed to be five hundred DEs here, not twice that number!' He abruptly cut this chain of thought as a Cruciatus Curse ripped overheard and into a fellow agent. Lieutenant Hans quickly Stunned the caster and revived his fallen comrade. He nodded his thanks, only to hit the ground moments later as a Killing Curse grazed him on the shoulder. The Curse continued to fly along until it dissipated in the air. Hans growled and fired off several Killing Curses of his own. He hit the ground and rolled, as more Killing Curses flew overhead. 'At this rate, the war will be over in a year.' Thats when the sound of a Mass Apparation reached his ears. Hans looked up, and was horrified to find over four hundred Death Eaters plus what looked like over fifty Vampires standing nearby. The Death Eaters and Vampires immediately launched into action. One of the Vampires spotted Hans and charged at him. "Incendio!" cried out Hans, as a jet of flame erupted from his wand and engulfed the Vampire. The Vampire let loose an inhuman shriek of fury and anguish, before turning into ash.

Hans smirked, then pointing his wand at a random Death Eater, he shouted, "Emura Vovocaem!" A purple ball with yellow lightning flickering over it raced toward the Death Eater. The Death Eater yelled, "Protego!" at the last second, and the purple ball hit it. It strained against it for a couple more moments, before the shield exploded in shards of raw magic, and the ball hit the Death Eater. The Death Eater crumpled to the ground, and began to scream in unimaginable pain. The fighting stopped for several seconds near Hans and the Death Eater, as everyone stared at him, curious what was happening. It became obvious, a moment later, as the Death Eater shimmered, and rose up, taller than before. The white mask was gone, as was the face, and a deathly cold began to fill the air. Hans had turned the Death Eater into a Dementor.

Lord Voldemort stood in the room, with over six hundred Death Eaters behind him, and two hundred Dementors in front of him. Voldemort withdrew his wand, and pointing it at the ground in front of him, he began to chant.

"Teleportus Sovocarem Telenora! Teleportus Dementora Telenora! Teleportus Sovocarem Telenora Encampment Silvertongue! Teleportus Dementora Telenora Encampment Silvertongue! Teleportus Sai Telenora! Teleportus Sai Telenora Encampment Silvertongue! Teleportus Finalise!" As Voldemort chanted, a bright, red light rose up from the floor, and engulfed himself, the Death Eaters, and the Dementors. As Voldemort ended the chant, there was an even brighter flash of red light before the force of eight hundred and one Dark Lord vanished.

The new Death Eater recruit was NOT having a good morning. Just when he was having a nice dream, he had been woken up by the sounds of explosions, screaming, and the excessive chanting of "Avada Kedavra!" Indeed, when he walked out of his dorm-tent, he instantly had to stop, drop, and roll as Dark Order agents sent Killing Curses and Explosion Curses at him. Thats when Fate decided to kick John, the recruit in the arse. Right in front of him, he witnessed the Apparation of three hundred Aurors. Thats when things just got ugly, as the the original Death Eater versus Dark Order turned into a Death Eater versus Dark Order versus the Ministry of Magic. A three-way free for all, and John was caught smack dab in the middle of it. He had quickly Apparated to the communications side of the encampment, and sent an owl to his Lord back at HQ. That had been over half an hour ago, and John's arm was beginning to tire from the constant throwing of deadly Curses.

Thats when John realized no one was firing Curses at him. He gingerly peeked over his makeshift bunker and saw massive amounts of Death Eaters fighting two groups - Dark Order agents and Aurors. And amongst them... John's heart lifted. His Master had arrived, and was systematically wiping out the Dark agents and Aurors!

Lord Voldemort was definitely having fun. He watched gleefully as his Inferno Curse ripped through one of the Auror division, burning as many as thirty Aurors at the same time alive. The smell of burning flesh almost gave him an orgasm, and he fired a curse, with almost child-like glee at the Dark agents. A massive explosion rocked the area, and Voldemort remarked, "aw, it looks like the Dark Order has beat me in the race at flying without the aid of brooms. Oh well."

Just then, Voldemort instinctively raised a shield, and a good thing too, as a very powerful Stunner and Disarmer struck it. A deep gong resounded throughout the grass knoll, and Voldemort turned towards the new arrivals. Voldemort smirked as his fired a Killing Curse at the man who attacked him, but he managed to sidestep them, only just.

"I think you're getting slow in your old age, old man," taunted Voldemort. Albus Dumbledore simply stared at Voldemort in turn, as his Order of the Phoenix agents began to pick off Death Eaters and Dark Order agents alike. Voldemort smirked as he rapidly fired three Explosion Curses at the Phoenixes. Most of them dodged out of the way, but as three giant balls of fire and smoke rolled across the sky, Voldemort could see many bodies laying on the ground, immobile. Voldemort turned back towards Dumbledore, who was kneeling on the ground, panting, yet still managing to glare daggers at Voldemort.

"DIE, TOM!" suddenly Albus screamed with fury, and for a moment, Voldemort looked quite surprised. But it didn't last as he had to dodge several fast Killing Curses coming at him.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the famed Albus Dumbledore has finally used a bit of Dark Magic. How does it feel, Dumble--" here was cut off as ten Explosion Curses, five Killing Curses and three Blood-Freezing Curses sped at him. Voldemort sidestepped the Explosion Curses, ducked under the Killing Curses, stopped two of the Blood-Freezing Curses and reflected the last one at Dumbledore. Dumbledore simply hopped over the Curse and repeatedly fired Killing Curses at him. Voldemort hissed in anger and as he dodged them, he launched several of his own Killing Curses. As Dumbledore dodged them, Voldemort pointed his wand skyward, and roared out,

"MORSMORDRE!" A giant Dark Mark floated out of Voldemort's wand, and that was the signal for the two hundred Dementors to unleash their attack. Voldemort pointed his wand at Dumbledore, who was struggling to survive against the onslaught of the Dementors, and snarled, "Crucio!" Dumbledore dropped to ground, screaming in pain. Voldemort grinned viciously and released the Curse. Dumbledore instantly sprang back up, and shot a Cruciatus of his own at Voldemort. Voldemort was not quick enough, and he fell to the ground this time, writing in pain. Occluding his mind from the pain, Voldemort managed to throw off the Curse.

Voldemort hissed out "Avada Kedavra," in Parseltongue, and a Killing Curse, twice as bright and twice as fast exploded out of Voldemort's wand... and collided against...

A/N: Muahahahahh! My first cliffie! I feel so joyous.