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At exactly 6.15 a.m., sounds like a thousand pieces of wood being broken at the same time were heard and fear was written all over their faces.
The barriers had been lifted.
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Then tension in the grounds was noticeably heightened and traces of fear were evident on the students' faces – all except Harry's. He was determined to avenge those who had died. He wanted to destroy all those who had caused so much bloodshed. Most of all, he wanted to destroy the person responsible for the death of his parents, Dumbledore, Sirius and his fellow students – Voldemort.
Harry grasped his wand tightly, prepared to defend himself against whatever Voldemort and his Death Eaters were going to throw at him. He made a silent vow to himself to protect his two best friends who were standing by his side, Ron and Hermione. They had always stood by him, and he promised himself he would do whatever was in his power to protect them. A glowering look of grim determination set itself upon his face as dark figures appeared all over the grounds.
Professor McGonagall magnified her voice, saying, "Retreat now, or we shall be forced to fight. Enough blood has been shed."
Voldemort threw back his head and laughed cruelly and the last word he uttered before the bloodbath began rang in everyone's ears, "Never!"
Right on cue, the members of the Order of the Phoenix apparated behind the group of students and charged forwards to join the battle.
Harry, Ron and Hermione bravely did their best to fight their way through the ranks of Death Eaters to get to Voldemort. Three of them against him would at least stand a chance and they would be able to watch one another's backs as they had always done.
Screams of various curses, hexes, jinxes, and charms were heard all over the Hogwarts grounds while those would were able to do silent magic did so. Amongst them was the trio, who had been practicing relentlessly in preparation.
Hermione sent a Stunning spell straight at a Death Eater and hit her target right in the middle of his chest, sending him flying into the air to land motionless a few feet away.
Abruptly, Harry heard a mocking growl in his ear, "Hello, Potter, been missing old Sirius?"
He recognized that voice and his anger swarmed inside him; he tried to use his hand to hit Bellatrix Lestrange in the face but she caught it and twisted it sharply before releasing it with a deadly smile. Harry grimaced but his wrist had thankfully not been broken.
He turned around to find himself face to face with the one Death Eater he nursed the coldest, heaviest grudge against. Behind him, he heard Hermione yell, "HARRY! What are you doing?"
Without taking his eyes off Bellatrix, he responded, "I'll catch up later, Hermione, I have to deal with something. Watch your back!"
He was right to say this as a green light shot past Hermione, nearly grazing her side. She turned back, understanding that Harry had to get revenge for Sirius. She hoped desperately that he would be safe.
Ron sent a Body-Binding curse in another Death Eater's direction and his legs, lips and arms snapped together as he fell backwards; Hermione sent an Impedimenta Jinx whizzing towards a different hooded figure.
Meanwhile, Harry was trying to ignore Bellatrix's derisive taunts about Sirius and decided what curse he would use on her. The Killing curse, perhaps? It sounded about right but the hate inside him was so great and terrible, he wanted her to suffer before she died.
After he felt like he was about to explode with anger, he hurriedly raised his wand and yelled, "Crucio!" The power of his spell was so immense, being combined with all his hate that it was ten times worsened and as she lay on the ground writhing, he stalked off, satisfied with the job he had done. He joined Ron and Hermione once again, fighting through the sea of Death Eaters towards Voldemort.
Ten minutes later, the trio was a single rank away from Voldemort. Hermione, Ron and Harry simply shot more Impediment Jinxes across their path and they were able to surround Voldemort.
Voldemort realized how much danger he could be in, facing all three of them, thus he quickly put into action a plan that he had made sure was foolproof over the night. It was typical of the three to try to get to him first and it was also foolish, for it had been exactly what Voldemort had been expecting.
"Grab the redhead!" Voldemort snarled, lips twisted into a cruel grin.
A hooded Death Eater seized the sleeve of Ron's robes and disappeared with a loud pop! A satisfied expression slid over Voldemort's deathly white countenance as he and his followers swiftly disapparated.
Hermione, who stood next to Harry, shrieked, "RON!" and collapsed, her weight like marble, onto her remaining best friend, sobbing hysterically. Harry dropped disbelievingly to the ground on his knees, his eyes unseeing, tears falling down his cheeks in silent horror.
He whispered quietly, his words choked and stiff, "He's gone. He's gone," he could not wrap his mind around it. His best friend had been whisked away by the Death Eaters in front of his very eyes. He had practically let his best friend be taken by the Death Eaters. Who knew what pain and suffering Ron would experience? It would all be Harry's fault.
He wished that Voldemort had taken him instead, if he could change things, he would have let himself be taken instead. He had vowed to himself to protect his two friends no matter what, yet he had broken his promise.
He turned and hugged Hermione tightly, his tears dripping onto her bushy hair.
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