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Readers Beware! Should you come at this chapter with a light heart, know this:
There is a good reason Time‑Turners are dangerous, and if you can easily follow the narrative throughout, you may be one of those rare folk who are capable of using one
Avast!
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An Old and New World
by Lens of Sanity
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Chapter Twenty Six: Grammar
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Harry-One had such a bad feeling. It was probably going to be okay. Despite the outside chance of today's events causing the universe to explode or something. Fuck it, it was worth it. Fleur really wasn't marrying Malfoy! Not of her own free will. Not that he'd ever doubted it of course. Not for a single moment.
Alright, okay. There seemed to be multiple versions of Harry and Luna in the same room at the same time. And this was all completely impossible. Obviously. Nevertheless Harry was good at impossible, he could do this, all he needed was a little time to think. Albus handed him a Time‑Turner and he gave voice to another incredibly obvious conclusion:
"Something tells me things are about to get complicated."
Harry-One spun the hourglass, arriving precisely one hour beforehand, reappearing in the same room he became Harry-Two.
He went in search of somewhere quiet and out of the way to think. They'd originally chosen this room as a rendezvous point because it was in a wing of Châteaux Delacour, off the beaten path, far from the action and lightly patrolled. Skulking about the corridors he found the first unused room, setting up camp for the remainder of the hour to brainstorm.
It did not take him long before realising something incredibly bloody annoying.
Nevertheless he came up with a number of sketchy plans, some of which had real potential.
When his time was up he cautiously made his way back.
Harry-Two was standing in the group room, having been the second version of himself to enter. Albus offered the Time‑Turner to his past self who made the comment about things getting complicated before spinning back to go think. As soon as he was gone, Harry-Two stopped biting his tongue and let out a loud, "Fuck!"
"Yeah, we kind of screwed that one up didn't we," chorused a couple of the other Harrys.
"What?" asked Hermione.
"If Tam, Fleur, and I all simply span back six hours, we'd have come out the other side super early. Just sneaking out would have been pretty straightforward." Annoyance at this foolishness was overt in Harry-Two's tone. "Now I'm pretty sure the only way we're getting out of this is by fighting past an army!"
Harry-Two raked his eyes over the injured future version of himself being tended by Tam and decided not to become needlessly worried. Hermione finally took stock of the fact that past and future analogues of both Harry and Luna were interacting with one another, so understandably screeched. "This is totally impossible!" At the same moment as four of the Lunas mouthed along with her.
"Seriously Hermione, you say that every single time," stated Future Harry. "Besides, the Lunas are about to set up a doubles table-tennis table, just you wait."
"Well, we've all heard everything you are all going to say multiple times now," Future Luna commented. "It's not like it's all that interesting after you've heard it twice before."
Harry-Two shook his head. This was wasting precious time he did not have. Or maybe he did have it, who knew in this type of situation. Best not be too cavalier. "Will one of the future mes please hand it over?"
The most tired looking Harry—who Harry-Two was assuming to be Harry-Seven—moved over to the dazzling Fleur Delacour. Harry gifted a Time‑Turner, whispered soft instructions into her ear. Instructions which Harry-Two was careful not to overhear. The bastard then kissed her—making him more than a little jealous—and just like that beautiful Fleur vanished from sight.
Harry-Two had a good idea where Fleur was headed, but as he probably had five more hours to refine the plan, decided not to offer suggestions until he became the guy who'd just kissed her. Besides, if his first plan was successful there would be no need for Fleur to go anywhere, and Harry-Seven might just have kissed her and told her to go be safe.
It might happen!
"Okay, you guys. I'm going to go track down Malfoy after he escapes, but before he gets away," said Harry-Two with cheerful optimism. "Wish me luck."
Harry-Two vanished.
And as soon as he did vanish, Harry-Three said, "Yeah, totally not going to work!"
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When Harry-Two appeared an hour earlier he became Harry-Three...
Yep, today was going to be a long day.
If his assumptions were right, Draco had managed to free himself from Tam as he was being escorted to the rendezvous room. All Harry would have to do was track them down, wait for Tam to get clobbered whilst Harry concealed himself from sight, and then simply incapacitate Draco as he escapes. Easy. This was the plan Harry settled on as soon as he figured out there were hundreds of easier ways to escape, and that he'd screwed them all up right at the beginning.
This was the magic of Time‑Turners. When using spin-backs, everything that one does in past present and future incarnations all happen at the same time. Upshot being, Harry was virtually assured that Draco was going to escape.
And so, Harry-Three found himself wistfully longing he could maybe try something different, in the hopes that something else would work. Only he couldn't do that, mainly because his future self already will have not done it.
Luna was right. The hardest thing about time travel was grammar.
Harry-Three had maybe half an hour before he needed to get back to the rendezvous room, so he quietly stalked his way back toward the place he and Tam had attacked Malfoy in the first place. Taking steps to remain unseen by both Delacour security, and the oncoming targets.
After a time he came upon a high traffic corridor in a side area of this warren-like structure. Poking only one of his eyes around the corner Harry-Three saw a tussle, and a brutal headbutt connecting to the side of Tam's skull, dropping her to the floor. Malfoy retrieved his wand from the downed woman and sent what was presumably a stunner, even if it was greyish-blue in colour.
Harry-Three erected as powerful a noise and magic suppressant as possible, simultaneously sending two wandless peanut-panthers at the Malfoy Lord. The duel was held in absolute silence thanks to the wards, and Draco quickly made the decision that he was outmatched. Malfoy bought himself enough time to scarper, bringing down one of the walls with a heavy silent shudder.
With most of the people in Châteaux Delacour currently witnessing the wedding ceremony, the halls were empty. Either that or it was plain luck that the impromptu chase was not interrupted, and he'd not paused for more than an overcharged Enneverate on Tam.
Harry-Three concluded he was obviously running late when Draco had met up with the two bodyguards thought to still be under the Imperius Curse. Reaching the courtyard Mr. Crabbe or Mr. Goyle—he was never sure which was which—sent at him a swelling mass of Fiendfyre.
With a manly squeal and yelp Harry legged it back into the building, and so as not to be barbecued shot over his shoulder a futile swell of Hoarfrost.
Who the hell taught those idiots that spell?
Harry-Three stayed long enough to conclude the three really had escaped, and made it back to the rendezvous room, on the way having to hex only a single security guard.
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Back in the room again Harry-Three was watching Harry-Two give out some basic orders, and after hearing about the intension to go track down Malfoy, offered, "Yeah, totally not going to work!"
"Obviously!" spat Hermione.
Luna-One had seated herself cross-legged on top of a table and voiced her suspicion. "Seeing as there are seven of me in one place concurrently, I'm guessing I get a crack at her?"
"Helga? Yeah," responded the blonde he assumed was Luna-Two. "And one of the Harrys are going to have to let us borrow their Cloak of Invisibility. We will probably need it if we're to get an honest shot at pulling it off." When this suggestion had been voiced, one of the Future Harrys—not the lucky bastard who kissed Fleur—handed over the Cloak to Luna-One.
This same cloak was currently residing in his room on Caerbannog. Fantastic!
Harry-Three was pretty sure this did not count as taking orders from future versions of himself, because if that were the case, they'd have just paradoxed. And seeing as nobody had died, and the planet hadn't exploded, things were going well.
"I'm going to try and sneak out of here, see what I can manage," Harry-Three began. "...even though already know I'm going to fail."
"I want to come too Harry!" requested pretty Bella.
Not bothering to argue they span back together.
A while later/earlier Harry-Four and Bellatrix watched as Vincent Crabbe unleashed Fiendfyre to cover Malfoy and his second bodyguard's escape. The two were still on the wrong side of the cursed flames, but Bella swished her twelve and three-quarter inch walnut and dragon heartstring wand, capturing the fire and dismissing it with fluidity and grace.
"Wow, you're cool!" Harry-Four commented when she winked a purple eye at him, causing her smile to widen brilliantly. "If I'm right there should be a war going on right about now. We'll go animagus on them. Don't engage unless you have too."
"Aww," Bella pouted, "can't we fight just a little?"
"Sorry," Harry-Four ran his fingers through the hair behind Bella's ear. "It'll be too complicated to keep track of... We've got to do the best we can to just get past everybody."
"Okay, Harry." She transformed into her majestic feline form.
Vorpal bunny and Bengal tiger galloped their way through a warzone. Harry-Four doing his level best to pay just enough attention to what was happening around him not to die, paying little enough attention to hopefully not remember very much about troop placement and so on.
Paradoxes were bad.
Harry-Four may have decapitated a couple of werewolves who got in his way using the rabbit to Vorpal Blade quick-change he'd mastered for the Jabberwock battle—and Bella may have gotten a little enthusiastic mauling a guy—but for the most part they got through the skirmish with astounding swiftness.
"Caerbannog!" Harry-Four shouted to his wristband, and a short time later the two companions lay panting in the airship's atrium. Waiting comfortably over to one side, backlit with startling lack of subtlety, were both the Cloak of Invisibility and a Time‑Turner. "Hmm."
The two apparated a few miles into the French countryside, so as to be far from any prying eyes, loaded up with magic items. Only ten minutes remained to get back to the rendezvous room.
"Bella dear, go back three hours, collect everyone and have them meet me here right after you left. They need enough time remaining for at least two more spin-backs—" Harry-Four trailed off "Shit! Whatever you do, don't spin-back Luna even once! Instead tell her... tell her she's got to make it to the rendezvous room on her own by the meeting time. Without being seen, tell her to hide out in Châteaux Delacour for hours if she has to—"
"Harry, stop," Bella asked carefully. "I'm actually the second analogue existing in the same timeframe... At least I think that was how Yellow described it when we were hiding out for all those hours in the French Châteaux.
"Anyway," she continued. "I've only used the Time‑Turner once today, and that was when I was with you. I think I'm supposed to go back the remaining five hours. Thanks to Yellow I'm pretty sure I know what I have to do."
Harry-Four thought about this for a while and nodded. And just as soon as Bella-Two vanished five hours into the past; Sirius, Albus, Lily, and Hermione all made themselves visible.
If his reasoning was correct Bellatrix-One had been in Châteaux Delacour the whole time, Bellatrx-Two had just disappeared to five hours ago, and Bellatrix-Three should currently be piloting Caerbannog awaiting their escape.
"Albus, Legilimens me. I need to show you the best route to get to your destination." Seeing the old man was about to question, Harry-Four snapped, "No time. Do it now."
"Legilimens!"
Harry-Four dropped his Occlumency and focused primarily on the route he'd used to get there in the first place, and the location of the room they were aiming for. After a long moment of pretty agonising pain they were done, leaving him swirling and distracted with a headache. Cest la vis.
"Spin-back your first hour Albus. Transfigure everyone into something small like a coin or something. You should be able to get there without meeting anyone if you do it alone," ordered Harry-Four.
"I will resort to memory charms if necessary," Dumbledore said, worried at how weary the teenager looked. "I will see you in a little more than an hour. Please take care of yourself my boy."
Dumbledore and his friends all vanished back one hour and Harry-Four threw on his father's old Invisibility cloak, silenced his feet, and took off like the hounds of Hell were chasing him.
It's okay Harry, don't freak out on me. He muttered calmly to himself. Sending them off on their own was a better idea than taking them yourself. You are not making it overly complicated for no reason. Just take a deep breath and be calm.
His heart was thumping more than two hundred beats a minute. He had to get back.
It was time to run.
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"Don't be so worried about running late Harry." It was his own voice, declaiming from the shadows, and Harry-Four spun around, pretty sure he was having a heart attack. "I've got you an Invigoration Draught," Other Harry went on, placing the small vial on the floor. "And you might want to take Hermione with you next time."
"What?" Harry-Four asked intelligently.
"Starfall when Albus catches the piercer in his offhand."
"What?" Harry-Four asked again. But the other man simply waved at the vial and gestured to the door. "Aaaargh! Fuck this shit!" Shouting to the air he strode into the room for a third time, followed closely by the Future Harry who'd just given him the potion.
Three other Harrys were already there, and he was only a little surprised to see Albus, Sirius, Hermione, and Lily chatting amongst themselves. Bella, who should be her earliest incarnation, seemed to be listening to one of the Lunas mutter. And by the time Harry-Four finished this sweep the door had closed behind the last man.
"Something tells me things are about to get complicated," Harry-Four mouthed silently at the same time as his former, massively understating, self.
"This is totally impossible!" Hermione declared a little later. At the same moment as he and four of the Lunas mouthed along with her also.
"Seriously Hermione, you say that every single time," declared Harry-Four, shaking his head. "Besides, the Lunas are about to set up a doubles table-tennis table, just you wait."
And of course, regular as clockwork, the Lunas did just that. With one of them making an offhand comment about having heard all of this before. The Lunas went on about taking a shot at killing Helga, and just when Harry-Four was about to hand over the Invisibility Cloak, one of his future selves beat him to it.
Bella convinced his previous self to take her with him a couple of minutes later, and once the two vanished, everyone's gaze shifted to him. It was kind of eerie.
"Come on then Hermione," he offered her a flirty smile. "We seem to have some work to do."
Harry-Four grabbed onto his brunette friend and they took a spin on the hourglass. He was now Harry-Five. And in amused confusion thought to himself:
I really wish I could draw myself a diagram.
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"So Hermione, how have things been with you lately?" Harry-Five asked his ridiculous question. "It's like we don't even hang out anymore." When Harry-Five saw his friend was about to protest, something about having more important things to do, he went on, "Is Tam treating you okay? Do you need me to give her the big brother talk?"
"Yes, I am fine. Tam is fine. My work with Albus is going fine. My mother sends her love. My father still hates you. And everything else is fine." Hermione quickly summed up. "Now tell me where we're going. Why am I with you this time?"
"Good to hear from Emma, I've not let her buy me coffee in forever. I mean, yeah, I was dead for a lot of that time, but still," Harry-Five smiled, entering the courtyard and taking account of the Fiendfyre scorch marks. "Are you sure things are well with dear Tamsyn. You don't think she's gone evil or anything?"
Hermione huffed out annoyance that he wasn't answering any important questions. "If you're talking about her inferi horde? She doesn't think I know about—"
Harry-Five and Hermione fall into easy—if totally inappropriate for the situation—conversation as they traversed the battle zone with tremendous care. On the last spin-back he'd intentionally been ignoring details in the hopes of avoiding paradox, however since his future self seemed so comfortable "impossibly" sending orders back in time, he believed learning what he could of the upcoming battle worth the risk.
Besides, he was still alive, so it was working.
"—and while at first I thought all those unfair detentions were just Tam needlessly abusing her power, I've since changed my mind. Things really could be a lot worse, and I believe I am being quite the positive influence on her."
As if pretty much everyone had not guessed what those two were up to during all that detention time alone. Albus had been on the lookout for a replacement Defence Professor since last October, for when the woman was inevitably caught!
Harry-Five had circled around to where Dumbledore was fighting amongst blue robed strangers, and he'd prodded Hermione toward telling him about some of the incredibly powerful magic Albus has been teaching. "And you see it is called Starfall because—"
"Starfall?" interrupted Harry-Five.
"Yes," she confirmed, suddenly guarded.
He looked at her with a predatory cast, strangely reminding Hermione of how similar he was to Tam sometimes.
"Show me."
The brunette's eyes widened and she gulped. She didn't want to use this kind of thing in a real fight.
Harry-Five saw Dumbledore catch a high velocity piercing curse in his offhand, and instantly pushed Hermione out the Invisibility Cloak.
With no time to think on it Hermione stumbled to her feet, leaped closer to her instructor, and sent a kind of jagged pointy sphere from the tip of her wand. When the spell impacted Albus' opponent it burst in a flash of brilliant white, growing ten times, twenty times the size, as crystalline shards of ice obliterated the woman's position.
"Bloody Hell!" Harry-Five muttered in astonishment, even as he felt the unnamed target crack through anti-apparition wards and vanish. "That was certainly something to see."
Hermione and Dumbledore moved off, Harry-Five cautiously sneaking toward the decimated area. If he was correct, the woman Dumbledore had just been fighting was the British Minister of Magic; the Helga Founder.
He ran a few diagnostics on the area and whispered "Tempus!" before committing all the information to memory. If Luna wanted to kill the woman, he now knew right where to send her. And just as importantly, right when to send her too.
Harry-Five found he had a surprising amount of time before needing to be back in the rendezvous room, and on a whim decided to jog off in search of an Invigoration Draught.
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Harry-Five watched as Harry-Four came closer, breathing raggedly, and looking outright dreadful. "Don't be so worried about running late Harry," he commanded, a touch exaggerated in the arrogance. The man snapped attention to him and he went on. "I've got you an Invigoration Draught." Harry-Five placed the small vial on the floor. "And you might want to take Hermione with you next time."
"What?" Harry-Four asked stupidly.
"Starfall when Albus catches the Piercer in his offhand."
"What?" Refusing to answer he instead gestured to the rendezvous room, causing young Harry-Four to let out an amusing. "Aaaargh! Fuck this shit!"
Back in the room Harry-Five once again listened through all the boring, "heard it a million times" conversation. He gave Luna-One the Cloak of Invisibility. And his previous self vanished across the sands of time with Hermione.
He was about to begin issuing orders when the injured Harry regained consciousness, looked around in confusion, and offering but a brief word of thanks to Tam for treating him, vanished.
"Having fun yet Harry?" Tam asked cheerfully, turning to his current self with a dazzling smile.
"A blast." He stuck out tongue in mature response.
"So there appear to be seven Lunas, two Harrys, one Lily, one Sirius, one Tamsyn, and a single version of myself," summed up Dumbledore.
"You put out a call to the French Aurors didn't you Albus?" asked Harry-Five.
"Indeed, I informed them the Delacour's estate would be in danger from the imminent attack from Voldemort," agreed the old man. "Which is at least partially true."
"They will attack from the north and west in around twenty minutes," said Harry-Five. "Death Eaters are primarily focused in that area. It is the army of werewolves we knew to be amassing in southern France which will be more problematic. They show up on the east side, Bella and I have already run through them once and I have no idea how I'm going to stop them."
"So we go north and try to link up with the French Aurors?" asked Lily.
"Albus does at the very least, but I'm going to be heading east, and hope I'm right about Fleur."
Sirius threw up a hand like he was in school asking a question, causing Harry-Five to grin and nod for him to go on. "How did Voldemort raise an army so soon? I mean, we had four and a half hours warning thanks to my cousin Bellatrix, and that was barely enough time."
"Oh," Harry-Five blinked. "I've been working under the assumption Draco found a Time‑Turner and span-back six hours. That should be enough time for him to martial some resistance. I am a high priority target after all."
They all paused, taking a second to brace themselves.
"Pick a wandmate Albus, your attacking the north east, and I've sent Hermione to help you," said Harry-Five.
"I shall go alone," Dumbledore declared. "I do not mean to be rude, but any one of you would only get in my way."
Harry-Five took a deep breath. "Don't die!" he ordered. "Everyone else get over here—"
"The past version of myself is on the other side of that door," Tam interrupted with a hand waved over the shoulder. "Take her with you instead of me."
Harry-Five rubbed his temples. It would be so much easier had he not needed to keep all of this straight in his own mind. Nevertheless he moved outside, met Tam-One, wrapped her and his other companions in the Time‑Turner, and span back his second-to-last hour.
When he reappeared he became Harry-Six.
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There was a 'Swish' as Harry-Six hurled his Vorpal Sword into the chest of a pouncing werewolf. The man would never again threaten his mother in any way shape or form. Harry-Six retrieved his sword, wandlessly controlling the three black bears, holding them in a defensive perimeter.
They were lucky in a way. Today was a New Moon. Werewolves were at their least dangerous, hardly stronger or faster than a regular man at this point on the lunar cycle. Coupled with this good news was the fact that less than one in five was a wanduser, most armed with knives, hatchets, and assorted melee weapons.
Tam would doubtlessly call him a fool for going Vorpal Blade on them, giving up the superior range of his wand to hold a sword, but it seemed the right thing to do. He knew from experience that the ludicrously broad blade could take most curses if he turtled behind it, and with the wandless animal defenders, close range didn't seem such a bad idea.
Downside?
There were only four of combatants on his side, whereas there were far more than a hundred werewolves. Harry-Six wished Bella were at his side, not just Tam. Bellatrix was born for this stuff, her name itself a goddess of battle. Hell, Harry-Six would bet serious gold she'd be able to take down a hundred untransformed werewolves on her own!
Once they'd chopped, shot, cursed, and gored their way through the first wave, two more waves made themselves visible in the tree line.
"Fan-bloody-tastic!" Lily shouted sarcastically, raising her wand to continue regardless.
Harry-Six was confident he and Tam would survive somehow, but for the others he was less sanguine.
"Oh, bloody fucking hell!" Sirius shouted in alarm. "Frank, I mean Godric is here." The animagus pointed to the man. "This is going to get bad." There was a massive howling explosion somewhere off to the north, and it felt like the signal things were about to turn a whole lot worse than just bad.
Ten minutes of battlecasting proved this assumption to be an accurate. Godric seemed content to sit back and direct his forces—lucky as that man alone was dangerous—and the low-magical nature of most of their opponents was working in the small group's favour. Harry-Six, Sirius, Lily, and Tamsyn were far from representative Magicals. Each and every one of them was of far above average skill, tipping the balance a little more in their direction.
Nonetheless at around the ten minute mark they were surrounded and on the verge of defeat.
That was when Fleur arrived.
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"You can't resist playing the big damn hero!" commented Harry-Six, feigning sternness.
"Oui. Are you not glad to see me 'Arry?" asked Fleur smugly, taking position at his side.
"Huh, I suppose," he admitted. "Maybe just a little." Turning to his other side Harry-Six smiled. "Good to see you again, Frost."
The vampire looked more or less the same as last time they'd met, albeit his eyes, even the whites, churned a blood red. "Who can resist an old fashioned werewolf slaughter?"
Frost's hastily gathered vampire contingent slammed itself against the flank of the werewolf army, and was in the process of massacring them without mercy. Harry-Six had to give them bonus points for timing.
"True enough," agreed Harry.
"Now if you will excuse me, I could use the exercise."
Frost left, leaping at least twenty feet into the air. Thick leather and motorcycle helmets? Who said vampires were only dangerous at night?
Harry-Six toyed with the idea of bantering some more with the French girl, but decided Godric and his retinue probably had higher priority. Marginally. Mere minutes later Fleur, Lily, and Sirius were holding up wicked anti-escape wards. The destruction of a Founder's Object was of such critical importance they didn't want to take chances with this golden opportunity.
Brother wands set to what they'd taken to calling "twofold casting" matched well against even the Elder Wand. Of the two Harry-Six was forced to admit he was the less dangerous duellist. He put the blame on four months spent dead thanks to Draco Malfoy, and three months spent dead thanks to Molly Weasley. Riddle had invested those seven months training with thirty hour days, as had Hermione, the unfortunate upshot being that either of them might potentially be able to beat him one-on-one.
Not that he'd admit it out loud.
Sadly it was Harry-Six being the weak link that caused Tam's temporary incapacitation. And once in a duel without backup with the most magically powerful Founder, Harry-Six began getting his arse handed to him. The three holding the anti-escape wards tried to disentangle themselves as the powerfully built man towered over his ragged and exhausted enemy.
The wand attuned to Frank Longbottom's magic pointed menacingly at Harry-Six forehead, standing orders being to destroy the famous scar at first opportunity. The deep red of a blasting curse pooled at the tip of his wand, and a white flapping of feathers intercepted the magic.
Lily was free and battling Godric with all her might. Fleur and Sirius still stuck holding the anti-escape wards, unable to free themselves.
Harry-Six stood, eyes wide, skin cold to the touch, and looked down at his fallen saviour.
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"Hedwig?"
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Two flashes of green whizzed by his disbelieving form. A churning brown slashed across his shoulder without it registering, and missing him by barely a hair, a single Cruciatus.
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He didn't move or dodge or react in the slightest.
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"You killed Hedwig?"
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"You killed Hedwig? You killed my owl you bastard. I'll kill you!"
With that Harry-Six began to cast. The Dark-As-Fuck spell-chain. The one which started with a Cruciatus, hit Dragonfyre by curse four, and only went downhill from there. It was the same string that always caused nightmares of spiders crawling from of his eyeballs the night after practicing it.
Tam was back on her feet and joined in. This was all her kinds of magic. Godric blocked and defended quite well in the early stages, but the rage and righteous fury could not be stopped. Spell after spell, curse after curse leapt from eleven inches of holly, chopping off options and forcing his adversary to retreat.
Headache pounding Harry-Six kept on at his foe. Sprinting when Godric ran for the ward edge. Left eye scarlet and right eye jade, the man by force of will alone prevented a changeover. And when the enemy with broadsword strapped to his back took to the air, so too did Harry-Six.
Magic he'd never seen, never imagined flew through the sky in mindless grief and rage. Fiendfyre batted away with Fiendfyre and contempt. Powerful, deadly, and dangerous magics exchanged with ease, ending of course with the death of Frank Longbottom's body. And absurdly enough, the porkeying away of Godric Griffindor's Sword.
Screaming to the heavens, loud enough to make eardrums burst, were the mixed voices of Harry-Six and Voldepotter:
"God Damn It All To Hell!"
Everything went dark five hundred feet in the air.