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Chapter Twenty-Seven

In order, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Bill Weasley, Marcus Flint, Hannah Abbot, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Jacob Wood, Ginny Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Anthony Goldstein, Ernie Macmillan, Zacharias Smith, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Michael Corner, Wayne Hopkins, Neville Longbottom, Skyler Diggory,Christina Riddle and Oliver Wood stood in the forest, staring silently at the scene before them. Blasts of neon lights flew in every direction possible; the occasional light flying by them.

"Twenty six of us," Oliver started.

"Twenty three of them," Percy finished.

"Twenty three? Really?"

"Mm hmm. Then there's Him and His brother."

"Twenty-five."

"Good job. But then we've got the adults over there."

"Yeah. So, if you want Bill to be leader of our little group, raise your hand up." No one.

"Yes!" Bill shot his fist up into the air with relief.

"All right... for me? Oh, come on... two people? Chris, you don't count. Fine, fine, for Potter?" Everyone else's hand went up. "All right. Potter, when you're ready."

"Oliver," Christina whispered. Oliver leaned down. "I'm scared." Oliver gave her a small, reassuring smile, held her in a hug and nuzzled her softly.

"Everyone is. You're not alone."

"Skyler doesn't look scared."

"That's because I've got expieriance," he said beside Christina. "I have ears, you know."

"Someone fire off a stunning spell," Harry said. Oliver rolled up his sleeves and took out his wand.

"Stupefy!" Oliver yelled, but it sounded a lot more than one person. He looked around and saw everyone with their wands out and twenty-six different jets of light streaming off towards the battle. "Whoa," was all he said.

"That was twenty-five too many," Harry muttered under his breath. "People will know where that came from. Make your exit subtle, guys!"

"Yes, let's all yell and keep it subtle!" Charlie shouted. "Shit." He barely dodged a stunning spell coming his way. "Hide!" Everyone scattered throughout the forest. Oliver hit the dirt with Christina and Skyler inside a unicorn's den.

"Find them!" a voice bellowed. Oliver knew that voice only too well. Antonin Dolohov.

"I thought Harry stuck him in Azkaban last year," Oliver muttered under his breath. "Avery, Karkaroff! Take that side!"

"Karkaroff?" Oliver said with disbelief. He looked at Harry, who was hiding behind a boulder. He had the same look on his face. Someone was bending down to check the unicorn den. Oliver took out his wand. "Stupefy!" Right in the eye. He, Skyler and Christina stood up. It was Avery.

"Protego!" Skyler shouted, fending off two stunning spells.

"Reducto!" Christina shouted at Karkaroff. The three of them ran to harry, avoiding Dolohov at all costs.

"Karkaroff..." Oliver panted. Harry nodded his head.

"The Lestranges are here, too. All three of 'em," Harry said. Oliver nodded his head and craned his neck around, looking for anybody injured.

"Petrificus totalis!" Ernie Macmillan yelled at Draco Malfoy, who had just entered the forest.

"Protego! Crucio!" Ernie was hit. Justin Finch-Fletchley yelled out a cry of anger and ran at Draco. He tackled him to the floor, releasing Ernie from the torture.

"A hundred points from Slytherin!" Marcus shouted at him. "Incendio!" A flame shot out of Marcus' wand and ignited Draco's hood. He screamed 'fire', threw Justin off of him and ran back out onto the battle field.

"Oliver, watch it!" Skyler yelled and pushed him out of the way. Oliver looked at where the stunning spell came from.

"Wood, we meet again," Dolohov sneered. Oliver was breathing heavilly.

"Potter, take some of them out onto the field. Only Death Eater left here is Dolohov," Oliver said. Dolohov laughed.

"So you command these... these mudbloods, half-bloods and traitors, do you? Then again, you're a half-blood yourself."

"Does it really matter what kind of wizard or witch you are?"

"Apparently, yes. Go ask the Dark Lord Himself."

"I'd rather not." Dolohov's eyes darted to Christina.

"Aah, so that is who He wants..." Oliver moved so he was blocking her from view.

"He's not getting her. Tell Voldemort that."

"Don't say His name!" Dolohov hissed.

"Ooh, what're you doing to do about it? Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort..."

"Crucio!" Oliver pushed Skyler and Christina out of the way and barely step-sided the curse himself.

"That's really low, you know. How old are you, like sixty? And you're shooting off curses at people likes, forty five years younger than you? That's just wrong," Oliver taunted. Skyler shook his head, playing along.

"For your information, I am only forty-three."

"Oh, really? Well! In that case... everte statum!" Dolohov flipped over four times before landing on his back, clearly winded. "Cover your eyes," he whispered to Skyler and Christina as Dolohov got up. "LUMOS SOLEM!" The three of them ran farther back to where Marcus and Charlie were, along with Hannah Abbot, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.

"Where is he?" Charlie asked.

"Temporarily blinded," Oliver replied, panting yet again. "Anyone else in the forest? From our side, I mean."

"Yeah, Percy, Anthony Goldstein, Zacharias Smith and Susan Bones are somewhere out there," Marcus replied, looking around.

"That's thirteen of us here and thirteen of us out there," Skyler said.

"Good job. Jake's out there, then," Oliver said, looking out at the battle field. They heard barking coming from behind them and saw a familiar black dog.

"Sirius?" Charlie asked, bending down. The dog bounded over to him. "No way!"He had come back as a dog.Sirius started barking again and stepped away from Charlie. The nine companions spun around to see a very angry Dolohov with his wand out, breathing in short breaths. He was definetely not alone. Two more Death Eaters were behind him, Avery and Karkaroff.

"Which one do you want, Charlie?" Oliver asked with his sleeves rolled up.

"I'll take the loser in the extremely ugly burgandy robes... Karkaroff..."

"Marcus?"

"I'll take Avery."

"Skyler?"

"Dolohov."

"Abbot?"

"Karkaroff."

"Finnigan?"

"Dolohov."

"Thomas?"

"Avery."

"Chris?"

"Dolohov."

"Sirius?" He started barking at Karkaroff. "All right, I've got Dolohov." Four were going to get Dolohov, three on Karkaroff and two on Avery.

"Every spell, every incantation, every curse and every hex you know," Charlie said. Sirius barked in agreement.

"What's taking you so long?" Marcus shouted at the three Death Eaters. "Oh, I see." More Death Eaters were surrounding them, but they were only the students. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle could be seen. Blaise Zabini. Millicent Bullstrode. Pansy Parkinson.

"All right, different people now. Chris?"

"Zabini."

"Charlie?"

"Still Karkaroff."

"Marcus?"

"Still Avery."

"Abbot?"

"Parkinson."

"Finnigan?"

"Crabbe."

"Thomas?"

"Goyle."

"Skyler?"

"Do I really have to take the other girl? Bullstrode. Can't exactly call her a girl..."

"I've got Dolohov. Personal reasons. Fire at will."

"Rictusempra!" Marcus shouted at Avery. He easily blocked it and sent a stunning curse at him. Sirius, now known as Snuffles, ran towards Dolohov, ripping at his leg.

"I really thought He would've snuffed you, Karkaroff," Charlie said with an eyebrow raised. He was surprisingly laid-back. "I mean, you ran away from him and everything. Nothing but a traitor in my eyes."

"Stupefy!" Seamus shouted. "STUPEFY! Damn it, STUPEFY!" Crabbe began laughing. Seamus' wand wouldn't work. "STUPEFY, STUPEFY, STUP... efy..." Crabbe was thrown into a tree. Hannah Abbot and Pansy Parkinson were locked in a muggle duel.

"Lacarum inflamare!" Dean shouted and Goyle's black robes caught on fire. He ran past Karkaroff, singeing his skin.

"What're you waiting for, Dolohov?" Oliver asked calmly.

"Your mother."

"Firstly, it's 'your mom'," Oliver corrected, waving his wand around as he spoke. "Secondly, CRUCIO!"

"Don't want to hurt you," Blaise said quietly.

"Yes, you do," Christina said.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Fine. Everte statum!"

"Protego. You really need to be faster, Zabini."

On the other side of the forest, Percy, Anthony, Zacharias and Susan were wandering through. They heard and saw the occasional spell.

"I think we go this way," Zacharias Smith said, pointing east.

"No, that leads back to the Castle," Susan said impatiently. "DUCK!"

"Ah, another Weasel, eh?" Lucius Malfoy sneered.

"Up yours," Percy said quietly. Lucius seemed taken aback.

"Perfect Prefect Percy! Tsk, tsk tsk. I thought you would have behaved civally. Then again, how could you? You are a mere Weasley. Who's this? My, Susan Bones..."

"Stupefy!" Malfoy barely had time to react; nevertheless, it hit his elbow. Letting out a curse, he looked out to where the stunning spell had come from. Bill stepped out of the shadows.

"What is this, the Weasley Convention?" he spat out. Bill had Ginny, Ron and the twins behind him. He didn't know where Charlie went.

"Anthony," Percy whispered. Anthony Goldstein walked closer to the twenty-one-year-old. "Go with Susan and Zacharias. Find Potter." He nodded his head, whispered to his two companions and they left the Weasleys with Lucius.

"Six Weasleys, one Malfoy," Ginny said bravely.

"Two Malfoys," Fred corrected her. Draco had just run in at the wrong time.

"Three," George continued. Narcissa came with Draco.

"That's just grand," Ron said dully.