March 15th
Dumbledore and Arthur left the dining hall for the secret war room in Potter Castle. They both went straight over to the plotting board where Harry kept track of all the Dark Aurors and more importantly, Voldemort.
"How many dead," Arthur asked Dumbledore impatiently.
"My source estimates over three hundred, but he can't be sure. Dumbledore answered.
"He destroyed them both?" Arthur pressed.
"Yes Minister, both the Brazilian and the Argentinean Ministries are completely destroyed. According to my sources; Voldemort became very distraught when he lost his crop of werewolves, he immediately apparated to both the Los Diablo's compounds and ordered the immediate attack." Dumbledore explained.
"Are the Ministers dead?" Arthur asked solemnly.
"As far as we know," Dumbledore said.
"Where is Voldemort now?" Arthur asked.
Dumbledore touched the plotting board in the middle of the room. "He's back at his hideout." He answered.
"Have you sent anyone to check on the Diablo's?" Arthur continued his barrage of questions.
"Yes and both compounds are empty." Dumbledore said calmly.
"There were over a thousand Diablo's in those camps, now they're with Voldemort." Arthur said aloud.
"And now they are with Voldemort." Dumbledore agreed.
"That puts his numbers to over two thousand, we cannot combat such forces." Arthur said worriedly.
"Only with a well laid plan can Voldemort and his followers be defeated." Dumbledore stated.
"And do you have such a plan Albus?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah, the Dark Aurors," Ron said entering the room.
"Exactly," Dumbledore agreed.
"What about them?" Arthur asked.
"The battle is to be fought on the grounds of Hogwarts; only the Dark Aurors can apparate and disapparate on the grounds. We can apparate for a split second, fire curses, and disapparate before they even have time to react." Ron answered.
"But you can only maintain that state for ten minutes." Arthur pointed out.
"Yeah, but in ten minutes we can stop more than half his army." Ron argued.
"Not the vampires, werewolves and giants." Arthur continued.
"No, but I have a plan that might help." Dumbledore added.
"So I guess we're not attacking the Diablo's in two days." Ron said needlessly.
"No Ron, we have preparations to make." Arthur said, looking at Dumbledore.
March 16th
Ron had ordered a general assembly of all Dark Aurors, even those currently on assignment, in the conference room of the DME. It was time to let them know the actual plan.
When Ron entered the conference room, he was surprised to see Hermione had taken the liberty of magically expanding the room to accommodate not only the Dark Aurors, but the five hundred house elves; in stadium seating at the back of the room, one giant; in a chair that had been magically enlarged, and a thrown-like chair behind the U shaped table; for the Minister himself.
Ron sat at the very center of the U shaped conference table with Hermione on his right and Neville on his left. He sat whispering to Hermione and Neville until the room had completely filled.
"What is the name of the giant representative?" Ron asked Neville before his speech.
"Prom; he is their military strategist, if you call destroying everything a strategy." Neville answered with a small laugh.
Neville stood when the entire room was present. "Ladies and gentlemen, the CNC," Neville announced.
The room applauded, but the sound of the giant clapping was so deafening that Ron had to cover his ears.
"Thank you Colonel. Ladies and gentlemen, I know many of you are on assignment, but this meeting is the most important you will ever attend. In exactly five days the largest battle will ever be fought between good and evil. On the side of good we have two hundred and seventy five Dark Aurors, five hundred house elves, three hundred giants and one thousand wizards and witches from various countries and backgrounds. That is the good news, now the bad; the enemy has twelve hundred dark wizards and witches, four hundred giants, fourteen hundred werewolves, one thousand goblins, five hundred vampires and one hundred and fifty trolls. If you think the odds are against us, then you don't really know the Dark Aurors, in a moment General Granger will begin assigning tasks for each and everyone of you, but in the meantime, let me explain how I see the odds. One; each Dark Auror is capable of stopping about 10 wizards, witches and werewolves, right there the odds become closer, each elf is capable of stopping three to five goblins, right there the odds overturn, each giant in the Unas clan can stop two regular giants, now were talking a decisive victory, but I'm not done, the one thousand wizards and witches can easily take on the five hundred vampires and the one hundred and fifty trolls. We are an unbeatable foe; we will win this battle, which means we will end this war in five days time. But enough of this rah rah speech, I give you General Granger." Ron said, ending his speech.
The room burst into spontaneous applause even louder, if possible, than before.
"Are they applauding my great speech, or because Hermione is about to speak?" Ron jokingly asked Neville.
"I heard the speech, they're applauding Hermione." Neville joked back.
"Good morning," Hermione began, rising from her chair. "The following is the battle plan for the upcoming equinox.
First, the Dark Aurors will be broken down into two divisions, the 'Giant Division' will comprise of one hundred and fifty and will remain in the giant village until Voldemort releases his giants, after they have successfully transported the giants, their task is to attack the dark wizards and witches as they arrive, they are to use the apparate / disapparate tactic. The second group; the 'Wolf Division' will take position atop the Hogwarts battlements and attack all werewolves as they arrive, remember, they won't be in werewolf form so you'll have to use the 'Anti-concealment' charm to reveal who is and is not a werewolf. Hogwarts will supply the silver knives necessary to stop them.
Second, the house elves will remain in the castle with one lookout on the battlements; he will inform the rest, when the goblins are within the school grounds. If no goblins arrive, they are to remain within the castle for added security.
Third, the giants will remain in their village until a Dark Auror announces when it is time to go, then two giants for every Dark Auror will be transported to the battle. Your job is to fight the giants, and if you can, the trolls. If it's possible, maintain your battle away from the rest, you don't want to be accidentally hit by a spell or curse.
Lastly, the wizards and witches, they are not present due to time restraints, but so you know, their job will be to fight the vampires and trolls, nothing else. They will remain in the castle proper until such time as we may need them. As with the house elves, they will have one witch or wizard on the battlements to keep watch and inform the rest of the proper time.
You will all be given your specific posting as you leave this room, if you have any questions, or you would like to voice an opinion or concern, now is the time. Don't wait until you're in the middle of a battle with spells and curses flying all around you to give us a better idea. Any questions," Hermione asked, finishing the plan of attack.
"I have a question, how do we know they will be at Hogwarts when you want them?" Goyle, of all people, asked.
"Good question Gregory, the answer is because we lured them there, the Harry Potter Memorial was a plan conceived by Harry himself, he knew Voldemort would attack any such ceremony, so he conceived the plan." Hermione explained.
"Who is going to face Voldemort?" Crabbe asked, getting courage from Goyle's question.
"Dumbledore," the Minister answered.
"Any other questions," Hermione asked. No one spoke. "All right then, grab your specific assignments on the way out, and we'll muster at Hogwarts at 1500 on the 21st of March." Hermione finished, sitting back down.
March 19th
Two nights before the final battle; the inner circle, those who knew of Harry, were gathered in the dining hall of Potter Castle, they were discussing, for the tenth time, the battle plan.
"My sources in the Death Eater ranks inform me that Voldemort has ordered them to apparate in Hogsmeade at exactly seven o'clock on the night of the 21st." Dumbledore was explaining.
"And the rest," Ron asked, referring to the giants, werewolves and others.
"We know little, other than a messenger was sent yesterday to each and every group." Dumbledore said.
"He's taken the bait." Fred said.
"What about Harry?" Hermione asked.
"He's only awake five to ten minutes a day; he'll be of no help." Ginny answered sadly.
"Are you concerned about the prophecy Hermione?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes Professor I am, if it's true that Harry's supposed to kill Riddle, wouldn't that mean that all you're going to end up doing is the same as the last time, leave him a spirit?" Hermione asked, voicing her concern.
"That is a possibility Hermione, but right now we have no choice." Dumbledore explained.
"Is everything else in place?" Arthur asked, purposely changing the subject.
"Yes dad, everyone knows what they are doing, where they will be waiting, and who they will be fighting." Ron answered.
"Ron," George began. "Fred and I are not in the Dark Aurors, Lee is not a fully qualified Dark Auror, but we all want to be there on the equinox. Do you have jobs for us?" George asked sounding more like an adult than anyone had ever heard.
Ron glanced at his mother and father; both had worried looks on their faces.
"Have you mastered advanced apparition?" Ron asked back.
"Yes they have." Neville answered.
"Then report to Neville at three o'clock on the equinox." Ron said levelly.
"What about me?" Percy piped in.
"And me?" Bill added.
"You both report to Hermione, she'll tell you what to do." Ron said.
"Who's watching the kids?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"My mother and sisters," Ginny answered.
"How many civilians are there going to be in the seats?" Sirius asked Arthur.
"Two hundred, including all the high ranking members of the Ministry and their families," Arthur answered quietly.
"Will they be safe?" Snape asked the Minister.
"We have added extra precautions, they should remain unharmed." Dumbledore answered.
"And the Minister, will he be safe?" Snape pressed.
"No Severus, I will not be safe, I will be on the field of battle with my sons." Arthur answered emphatically.
"Then I will be standing next to you." Snape added.
"Please no Professor, we'll need you against the giants." Ron interrupted.
"Very well I'll go where I'm needed." Snape said sounding deflated.
"If the Minister has no objections, I'll stand by his side." Sirius said seriously.
"So will I, it's my job." Cho said proudly.
"And me," Colin spoke up.
"No, I don't need that much protection." Arthur said dismissively.
"Yes you do Minister, and as the Commander and Chief, I order it." Ron said in an official tone.
"It looks like you made the right decision for the CNC position." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.
"It would appear so." Arthur said proudly.
March 21st The Vernal Equinox
It seemed no one in the castle could sleep the night before, except Harry. They were all gathered in the library reminiscing in small groups about various things. Ron, Hermione, Neville and Parvati were off in a corner trying desperately to forget, if even for a small while, what was to transpire that night.
"Do you remember when all we had to worry about was whether Snape would fail us or not?" Parvati asked the group.
"Yeah, now we have to worry about whether Snape survives or not." Ron said flatly.
"How did a bunch of kids end up deciding the fate of the entire Magical community?" Hermione asked no one in particular.
"You know the answer; Harry." Neville answered for the group.
"Would you do it all again," Parvati asked Hermione.
"Are you asking if I knew ahead of time what would happen, would I elect to be one of the students in the castle?" Hermione asked for clarification.
"Yeah, would you like to be safe in Hogwarts, or out on the field of battle fighting for everyone on Earth?" Parvati replied.
"That's easy; I would rather be out than in. I could never, or would never sit idly by while other people fought for my protection. Yes Parvati, I would do it all again. You?" Hermione asked back.
"Yes." Parvati answered.
"Me too." Ron added.
"So would I." Neville agreed.
"So here we are, a bunch of seventeen year old kids discussing the fate of the world, at least we'll have stuff to tell our grand children." Hermione said with a laugh.
"What time is it?" Ron asked Neville.
"Twelve." Neville said, looking at his watch.
"I think we should all have a big lunch, because I don't think we'll have time for dinner." Ron said.
They all stood and walked slowly towards the dining hall of Potter Castle. When the others in the room saw them, they followed along just as slowly.
"This time tomorrow it will all be over. For good or for bad, it will be over." Ron announced to the group at the table.
"And we can all come back here and laugh about the whole thing." Fred said optimistically.
"Damn right!" Draco added.
"I want to say something." Molly began rising from her chair. "Tonight all the men in my life are going out into harm's way to protect us all, I wanted them to know how proud I am of each and every one of them. I love you all, and I want you to return safely, don't go looking for trouble, it will find you. Be safe." She cut herself off as the tears became more than she could handle and ran off.
No one spoke for the rest of the meal, and the rest of their time in the castle. They all ate; retired back to the library and awaited the stroke of three.
When the clock struck three, everyone, without the slightest pretence, began apparating away to Hogwarts. The war was about to begin.
Dumbledore awaited everyone in the inner circle in the great hall, most of the students were still in class and the room was empty. As soon as the last member arrived, Dumbledore decided to address them.
"This is a great day and a sad day, many people will die tonight, some good, some bad, but I wanted all of you to remember something; we're fighting so our children and grand children and great grand children won't have to. We're fighting so people all over the world, magical and muggle alike will not have to suffer. We're fighting for honor, for decency, for love. But most importantly, we're fighting for good. No matter what happens, we have already won. We banded together; Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, we are united as one for a common good. When you go out there, hold your head up high, you are all Hogwarts champions." Dumbledore announced to a roar from the group.
Arthur and Dumbledore led the way out of the castle and into the Quidditch pitch. Ron and Hermione held hands as they followed closely behind. The rest just walked proudly.
When they arrived, there were over two hundred Dark Aurors, five hundred elves; all clad in their battle dress uniforms, three hundred witches and wizards from Great Britain, Hagrid, Grawp and one female vampire.
Ron went straight to Dumbledore who was introducing the vampire to the Minister.
"This is RJ, an old friend of mine, RJ, this is Arthur Weasley; the Minister of Magic." Dumbledore introduced them.
"Pleased to meet you," she said warmly.
"The honor is mine; any friend of Albus' is a friend of mine." He replied, shaking her hand, which was icy cold.
"Where are the rest of the wizards?" Ron asked Dumbledore.
"I don't know, they must be late," Dumbledore said dismissively.
"I don't like this." Ron said quietly.
"Headmaster!" McGonagall bellowed as she hurried towards him. "An urgent message, just delivered by owl," she said, handing him the parchment.
Dumbledore read the note with absolutely no expression on his face. "The rest aren't coming." He announced.
"Why those slimy bast…" Ron was cut off by Hermione.
"Does it say why?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, it says they want to protect their families in case we fail." Dumbledore answered, handing the note to Arthur.
"Well what are we going to do now, we'll need an army." Ron said.
"We'll have to make due with what we have." Arthur said sadly.
"I can help." Hagrid announced.
"You Hagrid, can you get us an army?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, a big one." He answered.
"Then go, we need them now." Ron ordered, and Hagrid went towards his cabin.
"Colin, where's your brother?" Ron asked.
"Here I am sir," Dennis answered.
"I have an important job for you; I want you to apparate to the roof of the Three Broomsticks, and watch the street. The enemy will probably use Hogsmeade as a staging point, and I want to know the moment anyone or anything arrives." Ron commanded.
"Yes sir." Dennis answered and vanished.
"Professor McGonagall, get all the students to their houses." Ron ordered; McGonagall looked at Dumbledore who nodded. "Elves, inside the castle and protect the students until the goblins arrive." The elves all vanished with a loud pop. "Giant division to the village," they vanished immediately. "Wolf division, to the battlements, the rest, to your assigned seats," Ron commanded. Even the Minister and Dumbledore did as they were ordered.
As soon as everyone was in their place, carriages from Hogsmeade began to arrive. Inside there was every major Ministry official and his or her families. The extremely wealthy from every magical community in Britain as well as Ministers from other countries were also among the invited.
Dumbledore stood and waved a hand at the Quidditch pitch, and a covered statue appeared in the middle.
The seats of the pitch were magically lowered so that the guests could have a better view. Arthur wanted to make sure everyone would be able to see Voldemort's demise.
By sundown, all two hundred guests had arrived, including members of the international press. This was by far the largest event of the Minister's administration.
Dumbledore waited until the very last person took their seat before he spoke.
"Ladies and Gentlemen: I welcome you all to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the new home of the Harry Potter Memorial. At the Minister's behest, we will keep all speeches down to a minimal until after the statue has been unveiled, so until then, I give you the Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley." Dumbledore announced.
During the obligatory applause, Arthur made his way to the center of the Quidditch pitch, with all the noise, and the standing ovation, hardly anyone noticed a young boy apparate next to Ron.
"He's here," Dennis told Ron.
"How many does he have with him?" Ron whispered.
"None, he's alone." Dennis answered.
"Alone? He must be planning something, go back and wait." He told Dennis.
Ron stood and got his father's attention and simply nodded. Arthur knew exactly what that meant; Voldemort was on his way.
Arthur stalled by constantly thanking the audience for their warm welcome. When he could stall no more, he began his speech.
"Ladies and Gentlemen: I thank you all for the opportunity to speak to you before the unveiling of the monument. It took many men; many long hours to hand carve the statue, which as you know depicts Harry slaying Lord Voldemort." The crowd gasped at his name. "On the very bottom, there's an inscription that reads; 'In honor of out champion and protector Harry Potter, his destruction of the Lord Voldemort on the night of the Vernal Equinox will reign forever as the greatest victory of good versus evil.' Then it lists the names of all who fought the battle, and of course all of you who bore witness." Arthur waited for his words to sink in.
"What are you saying Minister?" Arthur heard the lone voice of Rita Skeeter.
"Yes Minister, what are you saying?" A voice spat from behind him.
The crowd began to scream, but found they were trapped in the seating area.
"Lord Voldemort, thank you for accepting our gracious invitation." Arthur said coldly.
"Yes, your invitation, I did accept it, but not as graciously as you might think. I noticed there is a security bubble in this arena, once you come in, you can't get out. Believe me Minister, I will get out." Voldemort said coldly.
"Maybe not Tom," Dumbledore said, entering behind Voldemort.
"My old teacher, how nice of you to join the Minister in his time of death," Voldemort said with a cold laugh.
"I don't think the Minister is going to die, and neither am I." Dumbledore said calmly.
"You can't win Tom, there are too many of us." Dumbledore added.
Sirius, Cho, Colin and Ron appeared out of the blue, Cho was holding Sirius' arm.
"Old man, you don't think this small band of misfits and mudbloods can defeat the greatest sorcerer that ever lived!" Voldemort said with his voice rising.
"No, we can't defeat Harry, but we're not fighting him." Ron said as coldly as Voldemort himself.
"And where is your champion now, lying dead in his castle." Voldemort said, but the group all smiled at him. "Oh you thought I meant the poison, no, I dispatched my ten best Death Eaters to Potter Castle before I arrived at Hogsmeade, he and everyone in the castle should be dead by now." Voldemort said with a sinister smile.
The faces of the group began to fall. Could what he was saying be true? They were almost completely defenseless there, and he knew it.
"Did I burst your bubble?" Voldemort asked laughing. "But I'm not done yet, I have a little surprise for all of you, it's called a port key." Voldemort spat.
Immediately the grounds around the Quidditch pitch were filled with Death Eaters, giants, trolls, vampires, goblins and werewolves in their human state.
"One thousand port keys, I've been busy." Voldemort laughed.
"Yeah Tom, so have I." Ron spat, taking his father by the arm, Cho took Sirius and Colin took Dumbledore, and they all vanished.
Instantly, one hundred and fifty Dark Aurors appeared with a giant on each arm. The Unas clan went straight at the other giants, and the Dark Aurors began their guerilla tactics of attacking the wizards.
The elves appeared and began killing any and every goblin they could find.
The Dark Aurors on the battlements began banishing silver knives towards those they knew were werewolves.
The three hundred witches and wizards began attacking the vampires.
Ron stood next to Hermione; he didn't want her out of his sight. They fought any manner of creature that presented themselves before them.
Ron froze. "Do you hear that?" He asked Hermione. The sound of the battle was deafening, all she could hear were the sounds of people screaming.
"I don't hear anything!" She yelled back to him.
"That clicking sound, in the background," he specified as he killed another Death Eater.
Hermione listened as best she could, then suddenly the sound grew closer.
"What is that?" She asked confused.
"I know what that it is, I heard it in our second year." Ron pointed towards the edge of the forest. "Spiders!" He yelled.
Hermione looked, coming out of the Forbidden Forest were thousands of large, ferocious spiders, each twice the size of a man. And leading them out was the largest spider Hermione had ever imagined.
"It's Aragog!" Ron yelled.
Hermione knew instantly it was the spider that tried to kill Ron and Harry in their second year at Hogwarts. As she watched, Hagrid would tell Aragog who to kill, and then he would click his pinchers, and the smaller spiders would attack.
The spiders were relentless, for every spider the enemy tried to kill; fifty more would attack from every side.
The only ones who stood a chance against them were the giants and the trolls, with their monstrous size; they managed to fight off the arachnids easily. But they had problems of their own; the Unas clan.
The Unas clan lived up to their reputation of being warriors; they were attacking the other giants and the trolls from every direction. Though they did sustain heavy casualties, their spirit did not falter, and they continued to fight with honor.
The battle waged on for hours, Voldemort stood in the center of the Quidditch pitch laughing at the spectacle that was shown before him.
"Time for stage two," Voldemort yelled, and another thousand wizards appeared out of nowhere.
Ron watched as they appeared on the lawns of the castle. He immediately ordered all the Dark Aurors off the battlements, and into the battle. When Ron turned his attention back to the battle, he noticed something that made his face turn white. Hermione was lying on the floor next to him.
Ron picked her up quickly, and apparated to the hospital wing of Hogwarts. The room was already overflowing with wounded, but Ron ignored the rest, and took Hermione to Madam Pomfrey.
"Take care of her now," Ron commanded, Pomfrey just nodded.
Ron apparated back into the thick of things, he began fighting more viciously than the spiders. He gave them no mercy; killing curse after killing curse, Ron was picking off the enemy left and right.
Ron almost fell over when the hood of one of the commanding Death Eaters fell off his head.
"Ludo Bagman?" Ron asked disgusted.
"Commander Weasley." Ludo greeted him as he raised his wand and hit Ron in the chest.
Dennis Creevey, having seen Ron hit, walked almost casually up to Ludo, pointed his want at his chest, and screamed "Avada Kedarva."
Ludo fell dead on the spot.
Dennis picked Ron up, and did as Ron had done before, took him to Madam Pomfrey and ordered him to be taken immediately.
"He's the Commander and Chief of the Dark Aurors, take him NOW." Dennis yelled at Pomfrey.
The battle waged on, the spectators sat and watched horrified at all the dead bodies lining the outside of the arena.
Voldemort had apparently grown weary of being a spectator, and decided it was time to join in the battle.
He began a barrage of spells at the added protection of the bubble surrounding the Quidditch pitch, but nothing got through.
"You can't get out Tom." Dumbledore said from behind him.
"You're wrong old man, I will get out." Voldemort argued.
"You're losing the battle, your followers are dying, soon you'll be all alone, with just me to contend with." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Ah, but what you don't know, my old teacher, is that I have the added power of Salazar Slytherin's ring." Voldemort said proudly, holding up the ring.
Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, Harry spent almost thirty whole galleons on it when he came up with the idea of tracking you." Dumbledore said smiling.
"You lie old man, you were all guarding it, now I have it." Voldemort said unsurely.
"Harry knew the instant Percy arrived with the necklace you gave him, Harry is not a fool." Dumbledore argued.
"Was a fool, Potter is dead." Voldemort spat.
"Oh, I doubt that, he had several people protecting him, I doubt your Death Eaters could have gotten to him." Dumbledore continued.
"A housewife and her daughters are no match for MY Death Eaters." Voldemort bellowed.
Voldemort began shooting spells at Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts moved effortlessly out of the way, though not being trained in advanced apparition made it much more difficult for him.
The two exchanged constant volleys, neither one was getting the upper hand on the other until Voldemort saw an opportunity he had not noticed, the Potter Memorial was still on the pitch.
Voldemort positioned himself so that Dumbledore would be behind the statue. He then sent three spells simultaneously, the first two were designed to ensure Dumbledore remained behind the statue, and the third knocked the statue on top of him.
In the two seconds it took Dumbledore to remove the solid gold statue, Voldemort yelled "Expelliarmus." Dumbledore had been disarmed.
Voldemort began to gloat.
"You're too old Albus, I have defeated you." Voldemort said smugly as he approached the Headmaster.
"I can be defeated, but so can you Tom, you still can't get out." Dumbledore said from under the statue.
"Maybe not, but I will have the honor of killing you." Voldemort said shortly.
Voldemort raised his wand; he was just about to finish Dumbledore off, when a young girl of six or seven appeared between Voldemort and Dumbledore.
Voldemort stared into a pair of the bluest blue eyes he had ever seen. If it were still possible, Voldemort would have been afraid.
"Move little girl, or die." Voldemort spat.
"You will not hurt my Uncle Albus." She said in her small voice.
"And who is going to stop me?" Voldemort asked amused.
"I am," the little girl answered.
"And who are you?" Voldemort asked, still very much amused.
"I am Cindy Potter; future Baroness of Lee, heiress to the Baron of Lee; Harry James Potter, and adopted descendant of Godric Gryffindor." Cindy said proudly, her voice projected throughout Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.
"Ah, so you're Harry's daughter, I am so glad I have the honor of killing you first." Voldemort said raising his wand again. "Avada Kedarva," He yelled.
A green bean of light erupted out of his wand towards Cindy. Cindy just raised her left hand, palm out, and the beam dissipated in her grasp. Voldemort could not move; he was speechless; he attempted the curse again with the same result.
"I'm taking my Uncle Albus and we're leaving." Cindy announced.
She bent down, touched his leg, and they both vanished.
"NO!" Voldemort yelled, angrier than he had ever been.
He began sending curses in every direction, hoping to find a weakness in his prison. Then he found it. Towards a row of seats on the east side of the pitch the barrier was weakening. He repeatedly sent various curses designed to destroy until the barrier collapsed.
"I told you old man, I can escape." He said to the empty pitch.
"But you will still die." He heard a voice from behind him.
Voldemort turned quickly to see who was speaking, his face dropped, as did his wand.
"Potter."