I would like to start out this chapter with another disclaimer. The brave Patrick still has hardly any idea that he is in this story. This way, when he sues me, I will have at least a bit of defense. Or maybe this is just code that says something like "I got some new socks. They're SWEET. Check them out."
It came. The great battle that all you readers have been waiting for. And you know what this means. Someone important is going to die.
The Muggles of DOOM were sitting in their headquarters, waiting for Tromedlov's return. Yet, they couldn't help wonder why they agreed to work with non-non-magical folk in the first place. Meanwhile in Hogsmeade the Death Eaters arrived. None of the group knew abut the attack, and barely anybody cared. The first Kedavra was fired.
Harry raised his wand "Accio…"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry fell back instantly. Now it was up to the others to stop them, but the others didn't even have wands. They all hid behind Tromedlov- the mighty Muggle of DOOM. And his might gave him a free cell phone!
The phone in the MOD HQ was ringing nonstop. It kept ringing until they actually decided to leave. But by that time, everyone was long gone. Actually, hey just went to fight inside the train, just because it was cold out. They all got their wands, with the exception of Tromedlov who got the wand of Mr. Very Cool Special Train Driver Sir.
He did know the Kedavra incantation after all.
The time was set. The hate gathered. Then the second the MODs appeared, it was shouted: Avada Kedavra!
Then a MOD ran out yelling "Stop! Everyone! This room is full of mirrors!"
All the spells backfired. Almost everyone fell dead on the floor. But I am not that heartless.
The Sychik's eye returned. And since basically everyone was dead, most people became alive.
MOST.
Ron was lying, dead right by Harry's feet.