Harry Potter And Bellatrix Lestrange

Then the silence was broken by a series of staccado cracks as dozens of black robed and masked people apparated into the town square. Harry let out a relieved sigh and touched the pendant hanging around his neck. "Polairix to all. Targets just apparated in."

"Confirmed, Polairix. Spotters make out twenty-eight Death Eaters plus Voldemort," a voice he didn't know replied.

"Strike teams in position. Warders ready," Hiscophney reported.

Screams erupted below as the Death Eaters spread apart and spells began flying from their wands. Harry gritted his teeth as muggles began falling, some dead, some convulsing in pain. He hated this, hated leaving them to suffer, but if they wanted to make sure they got the Death Eaters this time around, they couldn't afford to attack them too early.

"Now?" Neville asked over the pendant, his voice strained and pleading.

"Hold fire, repeat, hold fire for now." Count Hiscophney's voice was steely as he replied.

"Come on, get moving," Harry urged the Death Eaters under his breath as they slowly began to disperse. Most of the muggles had managed to escape, and only a handful of corpses remained in the town center.

The fleeing muggles drew the Death Eaters down the roads, straight towards the ambushes they had set up. Harry, Hiscophney, and Neville had agreed that warning the muggles would not be a good idea. They would all be safe, true, but Voldemort would know something was up the instant they arrived and no one was in sight.

Harry watched with apprehension as a group of six Death Eaters came down the road towards their position, casting blasting hexes and other, more destructive curses at anything they saw. When they were a dozen yards away, Harry waved to the others in his group, and he, together with three others, sprang up from behind his cover and flicked his wand at the Death Eaters.

" Impedimenta ! Stupefy ! Incarcerous ! Flippendo !"

A series of hexes and stunners left their wands as the glowing domes of anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards washed overhead. The Death Eaters, caught by surprise by the spellfire, screamed and dove for cover.

One of them raised a panicked hand and pointed to the sky as their attempts to apparate away failed. Three of them fell in the initial barrage before they could find cover, and as Harry ducked back down behind the light post he was using for cover, more spells erupted from behind the Death Eaters, taking down the remaining three.

"Polairix, this is Alpha Team. Six targets down, area secure," one of the teammembers that had ambushed the Death Eaters from behind reported. Harry nodded and waved his group forward, where they bound their captives.

"Polairix, this is Beta Team, our targets are down," Neville announced. "Targets secured for the Aurors."

"Delta Team, targets secure."

"Epsilon Team, targets down."

"Gamma Team, Voldemort is here. Repeat, Voldemort is-" the voice cut off abruptly, and Harry's eyes widened. Gamma Team was Hiscophney's, stationed two streets over.

Grabbing his pendant, Harry shouted, "All teams, secure and guard targets, all available people head to Gamma location!" He spared a glance for his group, then took off in a sprint, seven of his people following him, while two remained to guard the Death Eaters.

When they arrived at the other team's location, Harry couldn't help but gasp in horror. All of the Death Eaters were dead, and six of Hiscophney's men were laying among them, unmoving. Through some miracle, the two members of Potter's legion had survived, and had been herded away from the battle raging amongs the corpses by the last surviving sorcerer.

Hiscophney and Voldemort were trading spells, with Voldemort almost stationary, turning only to target his curses at his opponent, who was having trouble maneuvering in the limited space provided by houses, trees, and lamp posts.

Hiscophney was holding his own, for the time being, but Harry could see the strain on the sorcerer's face as he struggled to keep dodging the killing curse. Voldemort alternated his spellcasting enough to blast most of the available cover, and Hiscophney's return fire was intercepted by ruthlessly summoned corpses.

Harry came to a halt about a dozen yards from the fighting, and raised his wand. Voldemort either hadn't noticed or was ignoring the arriving reinforcements, and was focusing all of his attention on the Count. Well, he was going to have to change that.

Harry slipped the black ash wand back into his wrist holster and summoned his ivory wand. He would only get one shot at this, and he had to make it a good one. The remainder of the troops had arrived, and had formed a circle around the fighters, but none of them dared interfere with the duel. Levelling his wand at Voldemort's back, Harry gave it a deft flick.

" Scelus Efflixi !" The spell had been one he had come across with Bella while they were searching through the library for combat spells that would be useful in a duel with Voldemort. While there wasn't anything really short of a killing curse that would be able to kill the person Voldemort, they had found a number of viable alternatives that would not involve Harry using an Unforgivable. The spell raced at Voldemort's back, but he turned and waved his wand in an arc in an instant, a shimmering silver barrier flashing into existence before him.

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