A Turn in Events
The battle raged on, until the snow on the field was bloody and stained, and everyone was exhausted, and barely able to cast the spells needed to stay alive.
Dumbledore could find no good to all of this. His side was fighting, and losing. Many were dead, and even more, wounded. Though, he did see a slight shift in the balance of power after the blue-cloaked figure's appearance. Death Eaters were dying of mysterious causes, such as burning to death, from a fire that no one could see, though he was black and shriveled by the time he was dead. Or being struck by lightning from the sky, when there was no thunder to be heard, and the sky was clear. All in all, it was rather disturbing, but Dumbledore welcomed it. Anything to help them win.
However, their streak of good luck did not last. Though the mysterious deaths continued, the Aurors available and the Order members were all becoming too tired to fight back, and they were slowly but surely falling prey to hexes and Unforgivables from the Dark. Dumbledore himself was only a little better than the rest of his comrades, though still having the strength to fight, he was wounded in more than several places, and some were too deep to be healed easily.
Just as Dumbledore started to lose hope, there was a loud shout from the middle of the field. It sounded like someone chanting, "Glacious maximus!" to him. Suddenly, the Death Eater before him started to freeze over with a cracking sound. Within a second, the whole Dark army was frozen, captured in their last poses.
Albus stumbled out of the frozen pack, and gasped as he saw, floating in midair, the cloaked figure that had saved him, though its sword was gone. It was glowing with a bright blue-white aura, its hands were raised high above its head, and it seemed to be chanting under its breath. As its chanting continued, the ice continued to grow in strength, and it began to glow brighter and brighter, until Dumbledore was seriously considering covering his eyes, as so many around him were doing. But, no. He wanted to see what would happen.
Then the blue figure was joined by a figure cloaked in green that appeared out of nowhere, and floated to it. As the green-clad figure neared the blue one, there was and almighty flash of bright blue-white, and the blue-clad figure brought its hands down in a savage motion.
CRACK!
Albus stared in disbelief as a fissure appeared in the giant block of ice that was covering the army, splitting it into two neat halves. As the glowing blue figure sank towards the ground, the green one waved its hand firmly, and a chunk of earth rose up to catch the falling figure before it could hit the ground.
After making sure that its comrade was safe, the green-clad figure started to get rid of the ice. As it pointed with its first finger at the ice, a green fireball jumped from the finger, melting a good section of the big block. Dumbledore stared in shock at the mystifying person, stunned by its skillful display of wandless magic.
As the mysterious savior continued melting section after section of hard, cold ice, the blue figure wearily got up, and rose towards its companion. It (the blue one) started getting rid of the ice, but in a less docile manner that its partner was. Holding out its hand, the strange figure started blowing up the frost as powerful beams of destructive lightning left its finger, lanced through the air, and reached its target in less than a second every time.
Dumbledore stared with awe as the frosty mound was disintegrated within seconds. The Order and the Aurors were milling around and whispering things that sounded like, "Impossible, that's impossible." Dumbledore, however, knew better than anyone that everything is possible.
As the figures floated down toward the field, landing with a crunch on shards of ice, the Aurors and the Order rushed forward, wands at the ready, in case these new arrivals meant them any harm. Dumbledore doubted they would hurt the people that they had just saved, but, as the saying goes, better safe than sorry.
As they reached the figures, Ron suddenly appeared with a loud crack, helping Hermione stand, as she fell. A second later Draco appeared, with a slightly softer crack than Ron, with Ginny leaning on him for support. At the old man's questioning glance, Draco explained tightly, "The girl's got hurt badly, so we ordered them to Apparate out of the battle. They were a bit far away, and we decided we needed to come here as quickly as possible, so…." He let his voice trail off.
Dumbledore inspected the teens. Hermione was sporting a deep gash on her leg, probably from a powerful cutting curse. Ron had a cut on his face and leg, and one of his arms seemed to be fractured. Draco had a shallow wound on his neck, and multiple scraped along his body, not to mention the deep gash that stretched from his thigh to his ankle. They, however, weren't the main problem. Ginny had a long cut that extended from her right shoulder to her left hip, and was barely conscious. He nodded, then promised that he would get Madame Pomfrey right after they sorted out who the strangers were.
Nodding, the four teens looked at the mysterious figures. The blue one seemed to be tired, and was leaning on the taller, green-clad figure for support.
"Mad-eye" Moody stepped up, flanked by Tonks and Kingsley. "Who are you?" he asked roughly, in a scratchy voice. "What is your purpose here?"
The two figures looked at each other. They seemed to have reached and agreement because they both nodded and faced the Aurors once again. The green-clad figure stepped forward and proceeded to lower its hood.
"I think that our intentions were clear enough… Long time no see, Mad-eye."