On that balcony, facing the group of jeering Death Eaters, Snape, and the white faced Malfoy, all staring at Dumbledore with faces that were all impatient and expecting, Harry, unable to do anything, was over breaking point again, but, being immobilized he could do nothing about it.

Malfoy's wand was pointing at Dumbledore, the same as it had been for the past few minutes, quaking, but still pointing at Dumbledore. Malfoy also looked as if he was having second thoughts about attempting to kill Dumbledore. At least, his face showed an overwhelming amount of stressful confusion, as though he was thinking about taking up on Dumbledore's offer of protection for him and his mother, and when the time comes, his father.

"Hurry up Draco! It sounds as though Dumbledore's lot has been working on the sealed doorway for some time now, hurry up and we can all leave." The sister Death Eater said urgently.

Snape walked from behind Malfoy and stood in front of him, "I will do it," he said menacingly, "You hurry down and leave if you're so cowardly, I however will remain to see the job done. Go!"

"That's alright Snape, we'll stay," said Greyback, "don't take it to any offense if some of us don't trust you the way the Dark Lord does, some of us may share the opinions of Lestrange."

"That is understandable, though I will be mentioning your distrust in the Dark Lord's judgment of who I am working for." Snape replied icily.

Snape stood tall, facing Dumbledore who now had a look of genuine fright upon his face. Utmost anger, revulsion, and hatred burned through Snape's cold eyes. Snape seemed to eminate so much hatred that even Harry could feel it.

But no? Harry realized, it was his own anger and utter hatred of Snape and the Death Eaters that accompanied him, that was coursing through his body, the sheer will to kill Snape was urging his body. Harry felt as if his anger would melt him it was building so fast. Finally Harry remembered something, the counter-jinx for the full body bind curse. With all his might, Harry would have screwed up his eyes for the concentration, he thought and but all his being into managing this next spell, he would die if he did not release his anger and this one spell. Until finally….

"Rimuova i grippaggi!" The non-verbal spell worked, Harry was free to roam once again. His first impulse was to run in hexing everyone until they were nothing more than ugly boils, laying on the ground, puking stink sap, but he refrained from doing so. He had to this carefully. He had the advantage, no one knew he was there and he was invisible. He quietly stood behind a pillar, thinking. Yes that was the only way. Harry made sure none of the Death Eaters were looking at the two broomsticks in the corner. When no one was glancing at them, he nonverbally tried to summon one of them to him, it came. The nonverbal spells were easier for him to perform now. He had better use that to his advantage as well.

Silently, being careful to keep his cloak on him and from brushing against the broom, he mounted. Ever so slowly, he rose in the air, he was lucky the tower ceiling was high, otherwise he couldn't perform this complex maneuver, but the maneuver came easily with Harry's practiced touch and Harry soared out over the grounds.

Wheeling around, Harry saw that Snape was slowly and provokingly pointing his wand at Dumbledore, Harry assumed he was preserving the moment. Harry slowly and carefully took his wand arm off his broom and pointed the very tip of the wand out of the cloak and at Snape. Snape was the priority, then Greyback, and then, whoever pulled out their wands the fastest would get it in turn. Harry willed his wand to perform the stunning spell and out came a bolt of red light, charging at Snape with such force that it not only stunned him, but sent him flying into the stone pillar Harry had spent the last five minutes observing by.

The Death Eaters reacted with more speed than Harry expected. No sooner had he turned his wand to Greyback, then half a dozen spells were speeding his way. Luckily, none of them made contact with Harry who slipped off to the side a little more to avoid any spells that might be sent straight out from the balcony. Each Death Eater was staring fixedly at the air where Harry had been seconds ago. Harry flashed back to when, in the cave, he made a sweaping motion with his arm while performing the full body bind on the Infiri. Perhaps it would work again. Sticking the tip of his wand out from behind the cloak again, Harry desperately willed his wand to bind all of them at once, but it did not work. Most of Harry's anger that had operated the Stunning spell that nearly killed Snape had actually been forced out of him to operate the spell nonverbally. He would have to bind them all verbally. Shutting his eyes and opening his mouth Harry yelled.

"Patrificus Tot--."

"Avada Kedavra!" Six voices yelled at him.

Harry dived, but the crucial mistake he had made was that he instinctively dived to the side, off his broom.