Nicholas Flamel smiled, his chapped lips prarted, showing yellow stained teeth. "Me?" He asked. "Me? I am just saving Hogwarts," He said. "Something your aurors won't be able to do alone. Isn't that why you called me here."
"Yes but what are these... muggles doing here?" Albus asked as he pointed to the three hundred Spartans.
"They have agreed to fight for us," Nicholas said happily. Then he whispered, "They are enchanted in something like the imperius curse except it works for large crowds. I daresay if the enchantment broke, they would turn on us."
Albus gulped.
They were big and strong men, wearing red capes. They had golden swords, wore metal helmets that only showed their eyes, slits for their nose, and a little rectangular box for their mouth. Otherwise they were clad in nothing except a bit of black underwear. They also had heavy round shields. They were eyeing the centuars that had lined up with something akin to eyeing a piece of meat for butchering. The King of the Spartans had a regal beard, and wore a little bit of string around his neck. At the end of the string there was a small round piece of diamond, smoothly cut. On his helmet was a ring of gold, his crown. He waved his sword at the centuars. "Come on men, let's do this!" He cried. His warriors cheered and raised their swords as well. In response the centuars raised their blackened axes and roared an unholy roar, brought on by Walgarus's magicks. Behind the centuars were goblins, and vampires, a few ogres, and an elephant or two as well. They all had red eyes. Above circled several blue grey dragons, the likes Albus had never seen before. Their riders were clad in black metal armor, and had absolutely no hair. Instead they had a spider tattoeed on their skulls.
However the centuars could not charge. They tried but they were stopped by an invisible wall. It was the Hogwarts wards, extremely ancient and extremely strong. Albus smiled in relief. The smile washed away when he felt an earthquake shake the ground. His feet trembled but luckily he did not fall to the ground. "What's-" He stopped, in horror. "Oh no, the wards!"
"Albus," Nicholas roared over the din and mutter of the spartans, and the aurors lined up behind the Spartans in the courtyard. They all looked amazed of course. "The wards are falling, we need to enforce it!"
"Right, Nicholas," Albus said. "Aurors! Make a line behind Nicholas and I, you will be used to fuel our energies in enforcing the wards. Make sure you all have contact." They obeyed instantly as they had been trained to do. Albus and Nicholas, two old men, stood behind the Spartans. The aurors behind them grabbed a hold on each other's hips so they were all conected.
"I am going to transfer your magic to me, do not be alarmed. Nicholas is going to do the same. We will be securing the wards." Albus said, but his voice carried thanks to an underlying magical charm he wandlessly casted. It was the sonorous charm. The aurors were nodding and muttering to themselves. They were hesitating. This was not good. Already Albus could see with his mage sight that the wards were crumbling.
No not crumbling, the Hogwarts wards were too strong for that. They were being pushed back... to the gate. The necromancers had converged on each other and were hard at work in making the wards retreat.
Albus started to channel the entire row of aurors' magic into him and fuel the wards but it was too late. The wards had reached the gate, right behind the Spartans, now it would not go back further but it would not revert back to its original place. The necromancers and the aurors, Flamel and Albus Dumbledore were locked in a desperate standstill. If the aurors tried to duel the oncoming army, the wards would fall, and that meant doom for all of them. The wards were the only things keeping the necromancers out of Hogwarts. The wards were powered by phoenix magic which was quite distasteful, not to mention deadly, to the necromancers.
The centuars rushed at the Spartans. The Spartan warriors were between the two main gates of Hogwarts, so they were about shoulder to shoulder. At once, as the Spartans had been most efficiently trained to do, they raised their shields in front of them, and their swords outward. The centaurs rushed at the Spartans, who were pushed back a few feet. Then the Spartan warriors proved their worth as the best muggle warriors in history and pushed back. After that there was a mass of confusion on the centaurs' part but the Spartans worked as one cohesive team, and slashed left and right in tandem. A centuar slashed at the King's neck, but his axe was blocked by another Spartan. Another centuar slashed at a Spartan who was fighting in another battle, but it was blocked by a Spartan warrior. Like this, the Spartans watched each others' backs and did not let the centaurs break through. The first battle lasted for fifteen minutes.
By now the aurors had sat down, and so had Albus and Nicholas, even though they were concentrating hard on the wards. They could feel the necromancers push against them harshly and it hurt... it pained, but they persevered. The wards held. It was up to the Spartans to see to it that no army would enter the Hogwarts courtyard. It would be disasterous for them if that happened. The wards were too weak to stop a centuar. Wards had minds of their own and the simple mind of the ward told itself that the necromancers were the greatest threat.
The wards were only strong enough to keep the necromancers out.
As long as the wards held of course.
Now it was up to the Spartans... and the sixth and seventh years at the astronomy tower and the three other towers of Hogwarts. They were parked in front of the tower, eagerly watching the battle between the Spartans and the Centuars. Two ravenclaws, Padma and Parvati, had sneaked up to the tower even though they were only in fourth year. Likewise many younger students went to the towers to watch the action.
"How do those people move so fast?" Parvati asked Padma.
"Didn't you hear?" Roger Davis said loudly. "They are Spartans."
"Spartans?"
"You know, Greek warriors. They have magical blood in them, that's how they are so strong. They can't do anything else though. I read it in my dad's library. Those people are trained at the age of seven so their magic is warped and reworked into a sort of physical enhancement. Its absolutely fascinating."
"How are they here?" Padma asked.
"Flamel summoned them. Nicholas Flamel, the maker of the philosopher's stone." There was a wistful tone to Roger's voice. "He knows loads of arcane magic, you know. It's no wonder he could do this."
Padma nodded quietly and turned away from the battle to look around the astronomy tower. There was about a hundred students here, packed to the brim in front of the balcony. Behind them there were rows and rows of what looked like machine guns. This was the last resort for Hogwarts. If the enemy got too close the students would have to fire.
Meanwhile the Spartans couldn't hold the fort alone. Behind the fighting centaurs who had crowded at the entrance was a necromaner in purple robes. Walgarus, his beard stretched to his chest and his beady eyes gazed at the Spartans in amazement and curiousity... and contempt. He raised his staff and chanted something under his breath that the Spartans couldn't hear. But a shadow came over them all. The centaurs now stood with their axes in front of their chest. Instead of trying to push into Hogwarts they were now going to stop any Spartans from going outward. The only retreat was back...
The king of Spartans looked up at the sky and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Rows and rows of meteors the size of maybe a young child were hurling at the Spartans. "Raise up!" He shouted.
Immediately all the spartans crouched on the ground and raised their shields above their heads. The meteors struck the shields with huge bangs, making sizable dents while also killing many centuars who were too close to the meteors. The centaurs however were like toy soldiers. They were lost, bewitched by Walgarus's cruel magic.
Walgarus looked with shock as the Spartans turned out to be okay from his most famous spell, the meteor strike. How was this possible? These Spartans were fascinatingly powerful warriors. He growled slowly, if he didn't kill the Spartans soon, Leng Shin Hu, his leader, was not going to be pleased.
Meanwhile the teachers were also doing their things. Flitwick was casting charms over the Spartan warriors' heads, at the centaurs. It was very helpful to the Spartans. McGonnagal was also helping the Spartans, transfiguring the odd pieces of debris into giant animals that attacked the centuars. The Spartans seemed to be unfazed at this magic. Indeed they seemed emotionless to everything. They were also bewitched, by Nicholas Flamel.
Snape was the most impressive though. He had boxes of potions floating around him. He would pick a potion, say a red one, and magically fling it over the Spartan's heads toward the centaurs. The potion bottle would break and the red liquid would seep into the ground, causing abnormal effects. He had three different coloured potions: Red, Green, and Black.
The Red ones conjured fire on the centuars. The intense pain broke the bewitchment and the centaurs ran off. The Green ones made thousands of trees and bushes appear where they landed. Snape through these a bit farther down the line where the ogres and goblins were crowded around, not doing much. The black ones were the most effictive. In simple layman's terms, they made big booms. Explosions, on the scale of mini nuclear explosions. For every black potion thrown, twenty enemies were killed. The potions master was a one man army but his potions wouldn't last for ever. When they were gone, he would take out his wand and show them the dueling prowess of the Half Blood Prince.