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Return of the Queen
Diagon Alley was a twisted and magical street located in - at least accessed from - the center of London. For centuries, it served as the most popular market place for British witches and wizards, a place where almost any rare and interesting pieces of magic could be found and bought. But that was now over as history brought itself to a new era. The second war had truly begun, thousands were killed, and the crash of the market system deserted the alley except for the few brave people and mere idiots who dared to roam through it.
Few places kept its doors open, though; and, for that reason, every once in a while, death-eaters raided the place, trying to terrorize the remaining inhabitants there. To be more accurate, those who raided the alley were more like common thugs or gang members, only there because no one tried to stop them. What was the point after all, when attempting to crush the little weaklings would result in the ultimate wrath from the Dark Lord himself?
The annoying pestilence never discouraged the Weasley twins from closing their store. Through the years, they had revolutionized the defense-against-the-dark-arts industry, from discovering a cheap way to produce a perfectly functional invisibility cloak to the creation of advanced defense and decoy systems to help commoners protect themselves against the hands of evil.
"Here you go, ma'am," George Weasley, wearing his seeker goggles, handed the invisibility-cloaked young lady a bag full of decoy detonators and instant darkness powders. The goggles were the Weasley Twins' greatest invention yet. To protect themselves, most people now wore the invisibility cloak everywhere. Therefore the twins needed a way to distinguish who they were selling things to, because the person behind the cloak could have been an enemy. The goggles allowed the wearer to see clearly through darkness, disguises, and invisibility cloaks, allowing the twins to sell their goods only to those who could be trusted. It also meant that the wearer couldn't see any clothes, but its creators sure didn't see a problem with it.
"Thank you very much," a pretty girl their age smiled and took the bag, "Are you sure you don't want any money"
"No, it's fine," George took off his goggles for a second to show his charming smile to the "invisible" beauty. "Just trying to contribute to the society." He forgot to say, what's the use of money in this world? It's useless!
"Aww," George saw the girl smile admiringly as he put his goggle back on. "That is so wonderful of you."
"Have a good day!" They said to each other.
Mmph! I love this thing! George tried not to blush, enjoying the unexpected benefit of his creation as the girl turned around and walked toward the exit.
Fred came down the stairs, punched George for not letting him share the fun, and joined George in the gawking game. All he saw instead was a green flash of light hitting the mortal goddess as she walked out of the door.
Bloody hell, another raid! The twins took out their wands in reflex.
Crabbe and Goyle exited the Knockturn Alley and entered the Diagon Alley, minutes before the pretty girl exited the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
"Ionno vy ve have ta do gis chetuped drob (I don't know why we have to do this stupid job)," Crabbe complained as he chewed on his turkey sandwich.
"Yeah. . . there are. . . duh, um, dum," Goyle dumbly agreed, trying to remember the word for more dumb." "Dumber people to do this job."
"Heh heh, yeah," Crabbe agreed, hurling spells at random directions with his wand. "Dumb."
Crabbe felt a little bad for Goyle, his best friend. He didn't used to be this dumb; it's all because he got himself knocked out during that battle, Crabbe thought, not realizing that he, too, was considered an idiot. It wasn't too hard of a job anyways - all they had to do was hurl curses randomly and hurt as many people possible. No one even bothered to retaliate anymore - except for the Weasley Twins and Gringotts, which was now strictly off-limits.
Crabbe was too busy eating to notice that they were at the proximity of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, a place they usually avoided. Goyle, who was too dumb to do anything but eat and hurl curses, didn't notice either. As the shop door opened, one of Goyle's kill spells hit the invisible person walking out. The invisibility cloak flung off as a pretty girl revealed herself, dead, and fell stiffly onto the ground.
"Bloody hell!" Crabbe, seeing what Goyle had done, knew the consequences of such an event. He quickly cast a dark mark, a skull and a snake, onto the sky, hoping his fellow death-eaters would see the sign and come to help. A moment later, world turned dark around him as they heard voices, familiar voices, around them.
"You should have known better before you killed a pretty girl like that." George Weasley's voice echoed through the darkness.
"We should make girls out of you." Fred Weasley's voice joined.
"Well," George laughed. "We won't be taking away all that much anyways."
Crabbe began to panic, feeling the perspiration itch in his back. It was too dark to even see Goyle, who should have been right next to him. Something told him that Goyle was panicking even more. Goyle was shrieking, as if he was casting curses with even more intensely, with even more randomness, without considering that Crabbe was right next to him.
"Goyle, stop!" Crabbe yelled, but all he got in return was a red bolt of light hitting him square in the face. He didn't feel the back of his head cracking on the brick wall.
It had been a fair game until there were about five death-eaters for one of them. Just as the effects of the instant darkness powder worn off, death-eaters began popping up. Soon enough, it had been another shoot-out between the Order members and the death-eaters. In this case, though, it was a continuous stream of death-eaters against the twins. The twins had taken down about ten of them already, but they kept popping in faster than the twins could neutralize them.
"Fred!" George yelled out from the other side of the alley. "If we don't knock these bloody buggers out faster, this whole mess would be a ten on one, ugh!" He somersaulted sideway, dodging two spells, one for his head, and the other for his legs.
"George, watch out!" George quickly realized that he was about to hit the wall and apparated to some other part of the street, knocking out a death-eater by landing.
"Fred, you watch out!" George, watching a red bolt of light zoom toward Fred, deflected three spells targeted toward him right back at their individual castors. As for Fred, who had taken his attention off of his six opponents for the sake of George, he didn't have enough time to react. The curse hit him square in the chest. "FREEEEEEED!"
George back kicked the death-eater sneaking behind him in the face and disapparated as Fred, spinning around, hit the wall and fell onto the ground. Momentarily, George apparated in front of his fallen twin, grabbing the dropped wand to begin hurling two spells at once. George managed to defend himself - being the skilled fighter that he was and due to the fact that the death-eater reinforcements were not very skilled - but he knew more of them would come. He could have just disapparated with his twin - that would have surely saved their lives - but he couldn't because the goods in his shops were too valuable, too important, for the Order's cause. They were its protectors, and they were failing at it. Damn it, why couldn't they have come an hour later, when more of us would be here! More and more death-eaters apparated into the alley, casting their curses at the double-wanded red-head. Soon enough, it was twenty on one. Bloody hell! I can't beat them! Just as George thought so, a blue bolt of light hit his stomach; George quickly fell to his knees and passed out.
"Heh," A bald death-eater walked toward the fallen wizards. "The great Weasley Twins, fallen at last. Master would be happy." He pointed the wand at George's unconscious head. "Avada. . ."
Right that moment, a cloaked figure landed directly on top of the bald death-eater's head. The figure's boots crushed the man's head onto the ground, making a cracking noise that startled all of the other death-eaters surrounding him.
"I suggest you give up," a cold feminine voice announced behind the shadow of her hood. "You stand no chance against me."
"You think you can beat us, little girl?" The death-eaters began laughing. "More of us are coming by the seconds! You'll end up like those two red-headed idiots behind you!"
"I'm sorry; did I say you can talk?" The female coldly replied. "Diagon Alley is now an Apparition-Free Zone. Your devilish minions shall not be arriving anytime soon, I'm afraid."
"Who said they were coming through the Diagon Alley?" A bearded death-eater snorted. "We've still got the Knockturn Alley and you can't enchant that place no matter how hard you try!"
"Well," the hooded girl chuckled and pointed at the Knockturn Alley with her free hand. "Why don't you fellows take a nice look?"
The death-eaters gazed at the scenery, horrified to realize that the Knockturn Alley was burning.
"A nice niche don't you think?" The girl covered in black stepped toward the death-eaters. "Hell made just for devils like you to live in, except you'll be burned alive." Just that moment, a shriek was heard from the said alley. A burning figure jumped out into Diagon Alley from the flaming street and fell onto the ground, dead.
The death-eaters raised their wands and fired simultaneously toward the hooded girl. But she just waved her wand once; all the curses were deflected back toward their individual castors. A few, too slow to dodge the deflected curses, hit the ground. Quickly, the girl cast a spell of her own. She waved her wand upward without a word. Suddenly, all the conscious death-eaters were lifted up in air, flabbergasted that they were now floating.
"A very special boy saved me using a primitive version of this spell once," the girl commented, eyeing the baffled death-eaters. "Unfortunately, one of you devils killed him so I can't pay him back. So I'll have to settle on saving his brothers instead." With that, she smashed the floating death-eaters on to the ground by the command of her wand.
The cracking of bones woke George up. He was still wearing his seeker goggles and as he opened his eyes, all he saw were several naked death-eaters lying semi-lifelessly around him. He tried to bring himself up, soon seeing the smooth legs that could have only belonged to a girl. He turned his sight upward, moving past her rather curved buttocks, beyond her fair-skinned back, and gazed at the hair that could have only belonged to. . .
"Take that perverted thing off George," the hooded girl turned around, covering her privates with her arms because she knew the full capabilities of the goggles. "What would Ron, nevertheless, your mother, think of you for staring at me with that bloody thing?"
"Sorry kiddo," George blushed and took his goggles off along with Fred's, bringing him back to consciousness in the process.
"Thank you," The girl smiled behind the shadow of her over-sized hood and turned back around. "Now back to business."
One of the death-eaters, whom she noticed to be Goyle, was now semi-conscious. Sitting with his back on the wall, his eyes widened with horror as she began to walk toward him. Getting on one knee, she leaned her face toward his ear.
"All these little boys around you," she whispered. "They're all mine. But I'll let you go this time, under two conditions.
"One," She continued. "The next time I see your ugly face down here,I'll personally turn you into one of the girls with my own bare hands. Do you understand me?"
The hooded girl leaned back to look at Goyle's face for an answer. He was too shocked to form the proper reaction. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" She screamed this time, causing the mentally damaged death-eater to cry. He only nodded in fear while tears flooded out of his eyes. Then she revealed her face, causing the crybaby to gasp in frightening revelation.
"Second," She smirked, much like her ex-lover back in US did . "Tell Voldemort that Hermione Granger is back."
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