On Punching Gods and Absentee Dads
Enigmaris
Chapter 24: The Magical American Goverment
Summary:
In which the author never actually saw Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and has no intentions of changing that fact. So instead writes her own headcanons about magical relations in America.
Also, Voldemort is there.
Notes:
Hey! Thanks for the great comments! School has started and I already wish for more time for naps! Seriously though this is not compliant with anything that wasn't in the books, so like...Pottermore and Fantastic Beast Stuff is out. If I add anything in from either of those then it's probably a coincidence.
Chapter Text
The American Magical Government was founded in its original form shortly after the Statute of Secrecy went into effect in 1692. Prior to this point most European magic users living in the Americas had been beholden to no one. They left their countries of origin and traveled to America for the lawlessness of the land. Here there were no traditional conventions for magic users, no schools and no laws to keep anyone from studying or doing anything. Places like New York and Salem became hotspots for young enterprising magic users, both light and dark, to try new things and be bold.
When the statute went up the newly formed European Magical governments acted as if they already owned the magical portions of the Americas. It made little sense in the end, there were hundreds of nationalities represented in the magical American communities at this point and none of the European powers could lay claim to it all without causing a fuss. Not to mention, the native magic users of the land would have rather slit their throats than bow down to European rule, their magic had already been forcibly hidden and their way of life ravaged, they would not give up their sovereignty as well.
Combined with that most European magic users didn't find the idea of listening to a government on the other side of the ocean all that appealing. In a rare form of solidarity the two groups worked together and established themselves as a unified body. This meant of course that the Magical government in the Americas formed well before the muggle one did. Most every other country in the world had the exact opposite history meaning that the Americans had a rather strange…view of things.
Rather than basing their government on muggle maps, they made their own. The population of magic users in the Americas was so scattered in the beginning that frankly it seemed pointless to have a government for each of the 13 colonies and then another for the northern territories and then more and more of them for everything to the west. The muggles were constantly changing the borders anyway and none of them had really agreed upon anything. So the American Magical Government decided just to span the entire continent.
They split the government up into offices of equal power, based on geography. There was of course the Canadian branch that dealt with all things icy and northern. A branch for the European colonies. As well as multiple branches for the native countries and tribes both to the west and to the south. Each Branch was unified under the same constitution and elected leaders that would travel and work together to ensure that all magical people on the North American continent were free and protected.
Each branch was in charge of providing education to the magical users in their geographic area, either through schools or some sort of apprenticeship program. They were required to maintain the statute of secrecy to the upmost of their ability (although it was well known that in the native branches that this rule was bent to the point of being almost non-existent within the tribes themselves). The branches also had to maintain some sort of military force for the purpose of protecting magical lands and people. They also had a duty to the magical flora and fauna that called their geographic location home.
How these tasks were done varied from branch to branch based on cultural and geographic means. Branches in the more colonized portions of the continent found it more efficient to build schools and governmental buildings to do their work while the branches that went into not yet attacked native territory relied more on sending out government workers to tribes and peoples to provide aid as was requested.
This remained largely the same even as muggles changed, although eventually each branch succumbed and built a building to represent their headquarters. The United States formed and began their manifest destiny. In response the Magical Government did what they could to protect magical lands from muggle destruction. They were somewhat successful. Muggle actions changed consistently across the continent, stealing land and starting wars. Through it all the Magical Government remained as unified as ever.
That isn't to say that the branches of the government got along perfectly. There was a historic (and semi-friendly) rivalry between the New York Branch and the Inuit Branch that had been going on since 1774. There was also the well known annual dueling competition between the Cherokee branch and the Yucatán branch that normally ended in at least 10 duelers from both sides in the hospital for wounds never before seen by magical healers.
To keep the peace between the branches the presidents of each branch would meet annually in order to discuss on going needs and concerns across the continent. The meeting place was randomly decided by an enchanted goblet that would spit out the name of a branch. The annual meeting would often become a chance for the hosting branch to show off and attempt to prove their superiority but in theory actual work got done at some point.
In the modern day the Magical American Government was a complex beast of a government that was often nothing more than a headache for other countries to work with. The muggle leaders of the continent were often blindsided by the insane differences between the governmental styles and history. Things were so different that magical Americans used different maps than the muggle ones. It wasn't until 2013 that the magical government started producing maps that displayed both the traditional map that showed the magical branches as well as the more boring muggle map.
All of this is to say that on that day in June, Harry James Potter entered the New York Branch of the Magical Government expecting it to be like the British Ministry.
He, of course, couldn't have been more wrong.
Harry had asked his dad to put a glamor over his armor so it looked like he was wearing robes, thinking to himself that it wouldn't be good to walk into a government building looking like he was dressed for war. This would be the one correct thing he did that wasn't actually a mistake. He walked into the large ornate stone building that wouldn't have looked out of place in the very historic parts of London.
The first thing that greeted Harry was a map. It floated in front of him flapping a little to get his attention. He saw other versions of the same map doing it to everyone else who entered the building. Most people just grabbed the map and stuffed it rudely into their pocket while walking towards wherever they were going while others grabbed the map and actually read it. Harry grabbed his own and looked it over. It was just a map of the building, different colors highlighting departments within it.
Words flashed on the top of the map
What do you need?
"Uhm…I need to report an attack." Harry said. The map helpfully produced a red dot to show where he was at the entrance and then a red line drew itself across the map towards the Department of Defense. When he didn't start moving the map helpfully told him to take ten steps forward and then take a left.
Right.
Harry used the map as sparingly as possible and hustled towards his destination. He wondered if maybe he should have let Remus go. Harry wasn't even sure what had pushed him to volunteer. It wasn't like he had a whole lot of experience talking to authority figures. He had, after all, called Odin a big bag of dicks at one point. Not to mention all of the trouble he'd gotten into last summer with the trial and Minister Fudge. Harry scowled at the very thought. This wouldn't be like that, would it? Surely the American President won't be rude.
He was partially correct.
When Harry got to the department of defense he found himself walking towards what appeared to be a receptionist's desk. The man sitting behind it looked stressed out of his mind. Which was not a good sign at all. Before Harry could get close another man rushed up to the desk carrying a paper cup full of some steaming liquid.
"Here Barry." The man said. "Some coffee for you."
"David. Do you know how much I love you?" The man behind the desk asked as he grabbed at the coffee cup.
"Not enough to buy me coffee that's for sure."
"I've been busy! This emergency meeting has kept me up night after night."
"I know." The other man said. "I just wish upper management would get their head out of their asses and make a decision. We were literally attacked a few weeks ago and they're still dithering about an appropriate response."
"Well we weren't attacked. It was a muggle arcade."
"As if that makes a lick of difference."
Harry walked over to the men and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Uhm…excuse me I'm sorry to interrupt but…"
"You're Harry Potter." Barry said, dropping his cup of coffee in shock. The cup landed on the desk, perfectly flat, and sent a splash of boiling hot brown liquid into the air that landed safely back inside the cup. Huh. An anti-spill spell.
"Yes?" Harry said.
"Are you actually him?" David asked causing Harry to roll his eyes and lift up his hair to reveal the bright red scar. Both men gasped again and Harry let his hair drop back down.
"I came to talk to…"
"I bet you're here for the meeting. My boss was talking about calling in an expert for the president." Barry decided interrupting Harry a second time. "Who better to ask than the Boy-Who-Lived?"
"Meeting?" Harry asked.
"Yeah the Presidential meeting that got pulled together after the arcade attack. You are here for that right?"
"Well I do have information for…" Those words would prove to be the next correct thing that Harry did but this time it was entirely a mistake.
"Great. David, would you pretty please watch my desk for me. Five minutes. I just have to get this guy to the meeting room."
"Sure sure." David said. "But you owe me, like two dinners."
"Done and done." Barry stood up and placed a kiss onto David's cheek before shuffling around and motioning for Harry to follow. Harry did so. He had to tell someone about this attack soon and perhaps wherever Barry was taking him would be good for that. The slightly overworked man looked back at Harry and gave him a small smile. "So how are you liking America? Your trip over was good right?"
"Uhm. Yeah." Harry said wondering if small talk was really appropriate at a time like this. "The trip was fine, I've been here for a while already. Sightseeing."
"Doing the whole tourist thing? In the middle of the war? It must not be as serious over in Europe as I thought."
"It is really bad." Harry said. "But coming here was important."
"You know you're kind of fighting an uphill battle here kid." Barry told him. "We Americans have kept ourselves out of European business as much as possible over the years. Sure, we're a part of the IWC but that's mostly because not being a part of it would've been totally stupid."
Harry was literally about to be fighting a battle. In the middle of their streets. He was having a hard time even comprehending what Barry meant.
"Why?" Harry asked instead. "I mean isn't You-Know-Who a threat to all of us?"
"It was before your time I guess but back during the major part of the war You-Know-Who didn't really cause too much trouble here. Oh, don't get me wrong. I remember back in the day we had Death Eaters but mostly they just hung around and said messed up shit. Most of the fighting and killing was done in Europe. So we don't really see it as a threat to us. Besides, You-Know-Who is a European problem. They made him, they can get rid of him."
"That's not really how the world works." Harry said.
"What?" Barry asked.
"I mean the world is based off of the idea of passing on responsibility to other people." Harry pointed out. "Our parents made the world we live in and we have to deal with their mistakes just like our parents had to deal with their parents'. And so on. Just because you didn't make the problem doesn't mean it's not your problem."
"Still." Barry mused. "I don't see why we should care about You-Know-Who."
"Maybe because he'll kill you and everyone you love without a second thought?"
That actually shut Barry up. Harry smirked a little and let Barry lead him through the hallways. He rubbed his scar a little as it prickled. Ever since he'd broken the spells his dad had placed on him his head had been clear and free of scar pain. To have it return now made him feel irritable. He could feel some sort of pressure on the scar, as if someone had taken a hot knife and pressed the flat part to his head.
How close was Voldemort now? Or was this another attack? Harry took in a deep breath and forced himself to be calm.
"Alright Mr. Potter. The presidents are right through there. Just go in and introduce yourself. I'm sure they're expecting you."
They weren't. And what did the man mean presidents? Shouldn't there only be one? Harry was left alone before he could ask. He looked at the large ornate oak doors in front of him and sighed. The entire building felt old and well taken care of. Not Hogwarts old of course but still old. Harry pushed open the door with one hand and stepped inside. He didn't know what he expected but a huge round table that seated 25 men and women who were arguing at the top of their lungs was not it.
"As if The Almighty Dumbledore gives a shit about us!"
"And don't you dare imply that my Branch doesn't care about muggles! Your branch has been a festering pool for Death Eater Activity since the 80s!"
"You-Know-Who isn't going to attack us again!"
"You-Know-Who could be attacking us right now! We need to be vigilant!"
"Starting a war on a foreign entity is going to increase taxes and frankly I think our constituents deserve better!"
"There's nothing to gain in fighting this war!"
"We have the ability to help! That should be enough!"
Harry listened to the cacophony of noise as arguments overlapped one another. He realized very abruptly that this was not a room he was meant to be in. He'd been hoping to find an auror or something to warn but now it looked like he was in the middle of a very angry parliament meeting. The itch in his scar increased and he knew he didn't have a lot of time.
"Uhm. Excuse me?" Of course no one heard him. Harry swallowed and spoke louder. "HELLO!"
His voice boomed through the room, helped along by a bit of quite accidental magic. All of the politicians stopped talking, and as one turned to look at the rude interruption. Harry blanched a little and cleared his throat.
"Uhm…I have something to say."
"Young man this is a closed meeting." An elderly woman with warm brown skin said. "I don't know how you got in here but…"
"That's Harry Potter!"
Whispers went through the room as people recognized him, Harry blushed a little and shifted his feet.
"What are you doing here?" Another man asked with a very thick southern accent.
"I'm…I'm here to warn you." Harry said. "I came here because I found out that You-Know-Who is going to be attacking this place soon, probably today but if not today then tomorrow."
Shock rippled through the crowd. People demanded to know how he knew and for him to share everything he knew. Eventually another one of the politicians demanded quiet. Harry felt slightly overwhelmed but forced himself not to panic.
"I…well I…My scar connects me to You-Know-Who. Whenever he gets close to me it hurts, I know he's in the city right now." Harry said firmly. "Sometimes I get visions of what he's doing and I know he's gathering forces for an attack. My best guess is that it will be here because…well you all are here."
"But why would he attack us?" A woman asked. "We were neutral in the war before his resurrection."
"No one is neutral to him." Harry said. "He just didn't care about you, now he does. He thinks that I'm here to gather an army too. He believes I'm going to ally myself with your country and he wants to destroy you before you can."
"We have no plans on allying with Albus Dumbledore." One of the politicians, a Mexican woman if Harry had to guess based on her accent, said. "We made that clear decades ago and our stance has not changed."
"I'm not with Dumbledore." Harry said sternly. "I don't want to work with someone who manipulates people like that. He's been messing with me my whole life, it's why I left Britain in the first place. But…I am sorry. I thought I was careful enough not to be seen but You-Know-Who figured out I was here."
"So this is your fault?" One of the men spat.
"No." Harry said. "He would have attacked you eventually. There are Death Eaters here and they won't be peaceful forever. Besides blaming me for the actions of an insane man who wants to kill me isn't fair. I'm fifteen, not a war criminal."
Harry wasn't going to take the blame for this attack. He wasn't. He refused to do it. Not in front of these people he didn't know.
"Look. You have to believe me. He is coming right now."
"This building is warded to hell and back. We are safe in the event of this atttack." One of the men said almost sarcastically.
"But your people aren't. And that's what matters!" Harry said. "The only reason I'm here is because there are kids and normal regular people who are gonna get killed just because they live here. Shouldn't you be doing something?"
"Yes that is the question." One of the women said. "I am president of the New York Branch of the Magical American Government. We are all here trying to decide how best to defend our people. Some of us believe that organizing the army and invading Britain to destroy Voldemort is our best option. Others wish to remain neutral and others still argue that we should be shoring up our defenses. We cannot however act on your word alone, Mr. Potter."
Of course they didn't believe him. Harry took in a deep breath to keep his temper in check.
"You're not going by my word alone. There was a Death Eater attack two weeks ago at an arcade. You have proof that things are happening don't you?"
"The boy is right. We know that this is a threat, we cannot continue to bury our heads in the sand!"
"If we make it clear that we are not affiliated with Mr. Potter then You-Know-Who will have no reason to attack!"
"What about the fact that he wants to?" Harry asked. "You've got to understand, everything he's done since he's been resurrected has been designed to cause the most pain and the most destruction possible. This isn't something you can just wish away. He doesn't keep promises and he can't be reasoned with I promise you that."
"So what? You want us to ally ourselves with the Europeans? To fight against a threat they created? To save them in all the ways they've blatantly refused to save us?"
"We are not going to offer our resources to those savages. It is their fault they are in this situation. They should fix it."
"Savages?" Harry asked.
"Young man. I don't know what they teach you over there in Hogwarts but frankly the sheer amount of anti-magic sentiment in Europe is not our concern. European cultures allowed anti-magic sentiment to rise to a point that children were being murdered and instead of defending their children they destroyed our culture with their statute of secrecy."
"Yes! Our tribes, our nations, we were at peace with our magic. Our culture, our religions were intertwined with our magic and the Europeans just severed it. Without our consent they created that damn statute of secrecy and forced us to live under it. Ignorant and uncaring of our pain." Another leader added. "Even today we have not recovered, separating magic from our tribes meant cutting the body of our nations in half. We bleed even still."
"That's terrible." Harry said softly. He tried to imagine it but couldn't, not truly. He'd grown up in the muggle world, in a culture that didn't put any stock into magic. But for a culture that did place importance on it? Wouldn't the statute of secrecy have made a mockery of their religion? Of their culture? "I'm sorry that happened."
A bunch of politicians paused and actually looked at him. Harry straightened his back and spoke.
"I'm not asking you to save Europe, or to ally yourself with me. I'm only a kid and it'd be pretty crazy to put all of your hope on me." Harry said shuffling awkwardly. "What I am asking is that you act, that you stand up and defend your people because they need you to. I am going to do what I can, I have people I trust to help me."
"You're offering to protect us for nothing in return?" One of the men asked suspiciously. Harry resisted the urge to growl at the man. What sort of compensation would there even be? Harry just wanted the war to end! Wasn't that enough? What sort of person would expect compensation?
"You-Know-Who isn't my fault. It's the fault of the generations before me who made poor decisions." Harry said. "But if I want to live in this world, if I want to live in a peaceful world, then it's my responsibility to fight him. I'm going to do that no matter what. I want to make sure that You-Know-Who hurts as few as people as possible from now on. That's what I'm working for. Not fame. Not money. Not power. I want peace."
A ripping pain came through his scar and he had to resist the urge to scream. He took in a deep breath and ignored the pain. He missed the looks of contemplation that he was being given by a majority of the politicians.
"I have to go." Harry said. "You have your warning. Listen to it or don't."
Then Harry turned and left. Adults were stupid. All of them, Harry decided. Either they didn't know how to do laundry or they couldn't even listen for a few seconds and do their jobs like they were supposed to. Stupid politicians. Stupid Voldemort. Stupid everything. The pain in his scar increased as he made his way out of the building. Voldemort was close. Harry reached to his side and removed his sword. His glamor dropped at the same time, changing from his school robes to the Asgardian armor his father had given him.
Harry rushed past the desk that Barry was still sitting behind, ignoring the man's calls and confusion. He exited through the building using the same path he'd taken to get into it. He stepped outside the building and into the magical district at large. He expected to see a smoking ruin but it was just the same as it had been when he'd gotten there. Witches and Wizards mingling around, going in and out of buildings and doing their business.
Had he gotten it wrong? Was the scar just messing with him? The pain he was feeling was undeniable but maybe Voldemort had just sent him a fake vision to mess with him. Harry swallowed back the panic he felt at being wrong about these visions again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the communicator Tony had given him. He stuffed it into his ear and pressed the on button.
"Anything?" Harry asked, flicking his wand into his hand from its holster.
"Harry?" His dad asked.
"My scar is on fire. Does anyone see anything?" Harry asked again. Before anyone could say anything, the world exploded.
Harry instinctively cast a shield spell with his wand. Around him he could feel fire and smoke and hear nothing but screams, both from the com in his ear and from the people around him. A cutting hex slammed into his shield and Harry stumbled back. He let the shield spell drop and looked around at the smoking ruins. He could see Death Eaters dressed in black attacking people and destroying buildings. People who needed his help.
He rushed down the stairs, sword in one hand and wand in the other. It didn't feel as awkward as it had the first time, he'd done it. His dad and Thor had both helped him immensely with that.
"Harry! Are you okay?" Ron shouted over the com right as Harry finished casting a few stunning spells right at a death eater who was trying to kill a woman trapped beneath some rubble.
"The attack is here! Right on the steps of the administration building." Harry shouted.
"There are attacks all over kid!" Tony said. "This thing was coordinated to hell and back. Did the government listen?"
"I don't know. I don't think they wanted to believe me." Harry said.
"Well, that doesn't mean we stop. Stick to the plan." His dad said.
Harry nodded and rushed over to the woman. He used his hands to lift up the rubble and she crawled out of the way.
"Can you get into the Administration building? It's well warded." Harry said. "It'll be safe."
"Yes." She said. "Thank you."
Harry nodded. He decided to stay there and help everyone in the square to safety as best he could. Then he'd go find Ron and Hermione. All of his senses were going haywire as the world descended further into chaos. Spells were flying everywhere and it was impossible to tell who had cast what. Bright streaks of light that cut through the ash filled air. There was the sound of shouted spells and screams of pain. It was enough to make Harry want to vomit.
He didn't though.
Instead he moved.
He spotted Death Eaters and attacked as many as he could find while looking for survivors and injured people. Over the comms people were shouting at one another, asking for back up or informing the others about where squadrons of Death Eaters were moving. Harry tried to listen to it but it distracted him too much and so he decided to focus solely on defending the entrance to the administration building.
Bombarda!
Deprimo!
Expulso!
Reducto!
Protego!
Harry ducked and dodged and cast spells as fast as he could. He used his sword mostly as a way to block incoming spells and redirect them. The metal in his hand felt almost boiling hot from all of the spells it was taking in, he ignored the burns and gripped tighter. His lungs heaved as he jumped over the cobbled streets that were littered with debris from the destroyed store fronts. Not to mention the bodies of those who weren't lucky enough to have survived the first attack. Harry forced himself not to look at those. His skin started to itch as ash and smoke stuck to his sweaty skin.
His armor protected him far more than he expected. These Death Eaters weren't holding back and often Harry felt himself being flung to the side or to his back from a spell he failed to dodge that hit the metal of his chest plate. Bruises and lacerations formed along his arms and chest from the repeated hits. Harry kept a weather eye out for killing curses and for the cruciatus. He did not want to get hit by one of those.
Harry wasn't the only one fighting against the Death Eaters. Plenty of adults who either worked in the buildings or had been in the area when the attack started were fighting back as best they could. None of them were wearing protective clothing and some of them seemed quite old and out of practice. Despite this, it seemed to Harry, that together they were able to keep the Death Eaters from descending into the administration building and the injured inside.
The world was spinning too fast and everything seemed out of focus for Harry. He just kept firing spells and dodging and jumping. Time meant nothing as he stunned and tied up Death Eaters. Without quite realizing it Harry had ended up back on the white marble steps that led up to the Administration Building. He wasn't sure what it was actually called, he assumed it had a name. Why was he thinking about building names?
Harry hefted up the little girl who was crying in his arms and rushed up the stairs. He handed her to one of the other survivors he'd helped. To his surprise he saw men and women in dueling clothes exiting the building. He spotted one of the politicians in the group. The man grinned at Harry as he passed and Harry smiled faintly back. From his ear piece he heard the rest of the team sound off that they spotted armored magic users appearing to fight off the Death Eaters.
Harry could have collapsed from relief. He wanted to.
Then he collapsed from pain. The scar screamed and split sending blood down his forehead and onto his nose and cheeks. Harry almost fell to his knees, but someone kept him up.
"Harry Potter."
Immediately the entire battle silenced itself. Harry couldn't say if that was from magic or from fear. Harry turned around to see Voldemort standing there in all his glory. The bone white skin glinted in the afternoon sun and his red eyes seemed to glow with malice. The man was wearing a dark robe that whipped about in the breeze.
"I had wondered if you would be here." Voldemort said.
Harry stood up and blinked trying to clear his eyes of the blood. He gripped his sword a bit tighter than normal. Everyone was moving as far to either side of him and Voldemort as they could. Like the parting of the red sea except much worse. Harry lifted his sword and tried to look brave.
"Tom." Harry said. "Fancy seeing you here."
Voldemort immediately cast a killing curse at Harry. Harry summoned a piece of concrete that intercepted the curse and exploded into a shower of rock and dust.
"That is Lord Voldemort to you boy!"
"But that's not your name." Harry said. "Your name is Tom Riddle."
Voldemort fired a bright yellow spell that Harry didn't recognize. Harry cast the most powerful shield spell he could, the shield shattered upon impact and sent Harry stumbling back. He jumped up again and fired a cutting hex right at Voldemort that the dark lord just batted away like it was nothing.
"Stand aside, Potter." Voldemort ordered.
"Piss off." Harry said. "You're not getting inside this building."
"They are not your allies Potter. They are nothing to you, you need not die for them."
"I am going to protect everyone, no matter who they are, against you." Harry said. "You have spent my entire life haunting me. You've ruined everything I've ever been a part of. I'm going to do the same to you, Tom. I promise. As long as I live you are not going to take one single step towards victory."
Neither can live while the other survives.
Voldemort snarled and cast a crucio. Harry lifted up his sword and let the Asgardian metal take in the spell like some sort of radiation. The heat from the cruse traveled down the metal and added onto the burn on his palms. Harry fired a bombarda spell right at the Dark Lord's feet and forced him to apparate away. Harry jumped forward down the steps and the duel began in earnest.
If fighting Death Eaters had been overwhelming then it was nothing on the sheer terror that was fighting Voldemort one on one. Harry was outclassed in almost every capacity. He relied mostly on dodging, shield spells, and sheer dumb luck. He managed to hit the Dark Lord only twice, the first with a cutting hex and the second with an expulso. In comparison, Voldemort hit him about ten times. Eventually he got hit by another cruciatus that sent him to the ground, writhing and screaming in pain. Voldemort stalked forward, holding the curse over Harry to keep him immobile.
He got within feet of Harry, causing the blood that was still bleeding from his scar to pour out of him like a flood. Before he could get further Voldemort was hit by a wall of green fire. The cruciatus ended as Voldemort's concentration broke.
"Step away from him."
"Dad." Harry coughed, he couldn't tell if he was relieved for the rescue or terrified about his dad facing Voldemort.
"Loki, god of magic. It is an honor"
"Funny, I can't really say the same."
His dad immediately started dueling against Voldemort in a way that Harry had frankly been unable to. Harry's limbs spasmed painfully and he tried to sit up. He saw other Avengers and Marauders making their way towards them. Tony Stark flew in and fired an energy beam right at Voldemort. Sirius and Remus both apparated in and began to attack from the left and right. His dad kept a majority of Voldemort's attention on him using illusions and other Asgardian spells.
When Thor landed so hard that he cratered the street around him, his entire body lit up with lightning and a storm brewing in the sky. Voldemort seemed to do an assessment of the situation.
He ran.
Harry collapsed in relief again, falling back onto the street when Voldemort apparated away. The pain on his scar lessened to an almost nonexistent ache telling him that the Dark Lord was far, far away.
"Coward!" Sirius shouted.
"We almost had him, Loki." Thor said.
"That would have been too easy." His dad said, not even looking at Thor but instead looking around for Harry. Ron and Hermione spotted him first, laying on some rubble and groaning.
"Harry!" Ron shouted, his best friend's voice sounded distorted and weird. Harry closed his eyes and opened them again only to see five Rons kneeling at his side. Harry's body spasmed through aftershocks of the curse. "Come on mate! Tell me you're okay."
Harry tried. He really did. But all that came out was the word 'FSenkg'. Which arguably was not a word at all. Then Harry lost consciousness.