West Side - Lee
Lee was going pretty well he thought, the Death Eaters seemed an endless hoard but he made his mark on them. It was weird fighting without the twins by his side, but they were up in the air. Where they belonged, it was pretty comforting to know they were up there taking care of the Dementors and holding that pressure off the fighters below.
Ducking behind a pile of debris which used to be one of the Thestral drawn carriages, he hexed from behind the shelter. He wished he knew some of the darker curses the Death Eaters and Aurors were throwing around. All he had were the skills he picked up from the last war and Dumbledore’s Army. He heard a cry of ‘Confringo!’ and started to run, but not fast enough. Behind him the debris exploded, sending chunks of wood in all directions. What used to be a wheel struck him in the side, knocking him down and he lay dazed for a moment. He was short of breath, but that was just because he was winded, right?