Chapter five: The attack on Hogsmeade
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Now it was time for Ron and Harry to duel, they got up onto the stage and shook hands, muttering Good lucks to each other.
"One-two-three begin!" Yelled Fred, starting the match.
Ron raised his wand in time to block Harry's stunning spell, which went flying off the stage. They both stared each other down, wondering what move the other was going to do, finally Harry sent two stunning spells Ron's way, one he dodged and the other he sent back at Harry. Harry dodged the spell, but only barely, and shouted, "Impedimenta" hitting Ron the chest, sending him flying. But before he hit the ground, Harry used the levitation charm to soften his landing. When the match was over, Harry came down and thanked Ron for the good match.
"Your thanking me, you're the one who cushioned my fall - I should be thanking you." Stated Ron as he got up from the ground.
"So I wonder who I'm facing in the final round. I hope its Dean, because I want to face a friend." Said Harry thinking.
"Well you'll find out soon, they're duelling now."
Harry looked up at the stage to see an unconscious Dean, flying off.
Harry was to face David on the third day where the final for the female division would be held as well. As for the second day, that's when the female division starts. On the third day the two winners, male and female, would face each other in a friendly duel. They all returned to Hogwarts for a good nights rest, after Harry and Hermione had a very successful snog session and Harry having a cold shower they all went to bed.
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The next morning they left for the Weasley's joke shop, Hermione in a trance believing it would help her focus on the task at hand. When they arrived, Hermione went to see whom her competition was. As seen, she was facing Millicent Bullstrode, Lavender was facing a girl called Maura, Ginny would be facing the French Duelling champ, and the Patil twins were duelling.
"This is bad Gin, she is rumoured to posses ancient magic passed down through her family. Magic not even Merlin could imagine." Said Hermione knowledgably.
"Herm', I'll be fine, she is no match for the fiery red head." Said Ginny, her family pride clouding her judgement.
Hermione and Millicent Bullstrode walked onto the stage.
"Ready to die, mudblood?" asked, Millicent snidely.
"No, sorry, but there will be a funeral after the duel. Yours." Remarked Hermione with just as much venom.
"On the count of three girls and remember none of that scratching, we don't want a cat fight, or do we, one-two-three begin!" Joked Fred starting the match.
Hermione was staring daggers at Bullstrode, while Millicent seemed content to call her a mudblood under her breath. "Impedimenta!" yelled Hermione pointing her wand at Millicent's heart, "Protego" muttered Millicent, sending the spell back at Hermione, which she easily dodged. "Feriverto!" Muttered Hermione, transfiguring Millicent into a goblet, ending the match.
As Hermione stepped down from the stage, she received a hug and a kiss on the lips from Harry.
"Harry! Not on the lips in public! We don't want to draw attention to ourselves." Said Hermione.
"Sorry, `Mione, you just looked so cute, and I couldn't help myself." Said Harry amused that Hermione was blushing.
Now it was Lavenders turn to duel with the girl from America, Maura. They both clambered onto the stage, and drew their wands.
"One-two-three begin!" said Fred, clearly getting sick of the phrase.
Maura, wasting no time screeched a spell far too advanced for even Harry to know. Lavender dodged it, but only barely. It left a scar across her arm, which hung limply at her side.
"Oh no! My arm! I-I-I can't feel it!" whimpered Lavender worriedly." I forfeit, I can't duel without my wand arm."
And with that she left the stage. Maura had a delightful look upon her face.
"For a witch with such advanced magic, she sure is humble." Stated Harry knowingly.
"Yeah, I wonder if she knows Dumbledore?" asked Hermione.
"Harry, Hermione, aren't you going to wish me luck?" asked Ginny, as she got ready to face Abigail.
"Oh sorry Gin, good luck!" said Hermione.
"Yeah, sorry, good luck, and remember the Ancient magic that she possesses!" reminded Harry.
"Yeah, I got ya!" Answered Ginny.
She left and climbed onto the stage, while Abigail, shocking everyone, floated onto the stage. Ginny drew her wand while Abigail simply floated there.
"One-two-three begin!" Yelled George obviously excited by this duel.
Ginny shot a stunning spell at Abigail's chest but, without even moving, she deflected the spell sending it in to the crowd at Harry who deflected it as well. Ginny, who was still shocked that Abigail knew wandless magic, suddenly went flying off the stage, a look of shock, plastered onto her face.
Fred and George, who were to stunned to even announce the winner, were shaken out of their reverie by an explosion from out in the distance. Everyone ran outside to see the source of the commotion, and was scared out of their wits by three men wearing black cloaks, standing in the rubble where Olivanders once stood. Absolute hell broke loose as Everone tried to get out of the way of the three-cloaked men, who started firing spells. The competitors of the duelling tournament and all those in the DA that were present were the only ones who kept their cool. Harry and Abigail were the first to step forward Harry with his wand raised, but he didn't need it as Abigail caused the three men to freeze in place, while a flash of blue light drained them of their magical essence.
When Ministry officials removed their cloaks, the three men were revealed as Voldemort's supporters, the teenage Death Eaters, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe and Draco Malfoy. All Hogwarts students present were shocked. They knew Malfoy and his cronies were evil but to join Lord Voldemort. That was like to sell your soul to the devil. Once you've joined his ranks, you can never leave.
"Professor Dumbledore, are you sure there aren't any more of them? I mean, I'm pretty sure that You-Know-Who wouldn't trust a bunch of adolescences to kill all these people, or even stand a chance. No matter how great a duellist Harry or Abigail is, they are no matches for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" said the minister Fudge gruffly, looking over his shoulder for any sign of the Dark Lord.
"No Minister, I believe these unfortunate students of mine were only scouts and Voldemort is probably only getting ready and will attack some time within the next five to ten minutes." Said Dumbledore grimly, ignoring the flinches and gasps from all those who heard the elderly man utter Voldemort's name as if it were nothing.
As if on time the crack of apparation was heard through out the area with looks of shock or confusion written all over everyone's faces. Screams could be heard in the distance with the spells flying in every direction; Harry had to duck to avoid being killed by a killing curse shot in his direction. Abigail and Dumbledore seemed to be the only ones fighting at all. The DA members too shocked or scared to move and Harry having no time to draw his wand as there were spells being fired his way constantly. Abigail seemed to be doing a great job until Voldemort decided to take care of her personally. He approached her noticing the way she duelled, she was unstoppable.
"Imperio" muttered Voldemort, pointing his wand at Abigail. And she froze in mid-air, her eyes going blank. Dumbledore looked at her after stunning another Death Eater. He had a look of utter horror on his face.
"Every, get out of here, the battle is lost, Abigail is a force that you shouldn't try and deal with today, now flee!!" yelled Dumbledore in a booming voice.
Everyone apparated out of the area except for those who couldn't, who ran for the leaky cauldron. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Dumbledore were the only ones left in front of Voldemort, Abigail and the Death Eaters.
"Dumbledore, you really think that fleeing will save your lives? Well it won't!" spat Voldemort.
"Tom, I do not believe that fleeing will save our lives. I just don't believe that now is the time for your downfall, so we will leave you here with what you think, will save your lives." Said Dumbledore calmly, and with that he grabbed Fawkes tail, with Harry, Ron and Hermione following suit. They disappeared in a flash of fire. It felt oddly cool to be flying through fire until they reached their journey's end.
"Go back to your dormitory, and rest. Today has been a big day for you all. I congratulate you on your efforts in the tournament, but please go and rest. Harry, I would like a word with you." Said Dumbledore, Harry obeyed.
"Harry, I would like to know why you didn't help fight against Voldemort and his Death Eaters? You are the prophesised one, are you not?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, Professor, but I couldn't even draw my wand, those damn Death Eaters kept shooting at me so I didn't have a chance to!!" Half yelled Harry annoyed.
Dumbledore seemed to be thinking for a while before he broke the uncomfortable silence, "Harry, how about I teach you advanced duelling, as well as occlumency? I seem to recall you weren't doing too well with it while Professor Snape was teaching you." said Dumbledore expectantly.
"Would you sir, could you teach me to duel like you and Voldemort did last year, that was astounding!" said Harry enthusiastically.
"Okay Harry, but remember, when the school year starts we will be moving the head quarters to Godrics Hollow, so I will contact you with the mirrors when I want you to meet me in my office. The password is Sugar Quill." Said Dumbledore.
"Okay, Professor. But are you sure it's wise to tell me where we are staying, because Voldemort could break into my mind at any time and reveal where the order is staying." Said Harry apprehensively.
"Don't worry Harry, Voldemort wouldn't risk it again; last time he had a purpose to get to you. But this time there is nothing for him to gain from breaking into your mind." Said Dumbledore knowledgably.
"Okay thanks Professor. I'll be going to bed now." Said Harry, as he left, with a new spring in his step. I'm going to duel like Dumbledore were his final thoughts before running into something light and with bushy hair.
END CHAPTER
A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I had kind of a writer's block, but it's here now so read and review! :P
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