Who: A hell of a lot of Death Eaters, Dumbledore's Army members, Order members, Ministry people, etc... What: An unexpected ambush of a battle Where: The Ministry of Magic When: Late Thursday night Rating: High for Violence
It was supposed to be cut and dry. Arrive at the Ministry undetected. Apparate into the DMLE. Cause havoc, destroy the department, leave.
Instead, it had been an ambush, with an entire army waiting for the Death Eaters upon their arrival. The only thing that had gone right was that no one was waiting for them in the Department of Magical Transportation. No, they were all in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, ready to put up a fight.
To say Rabastan was annoyed by this turn of events would be an understatement. But he didn't have time to figure out how. All he had time for was something he fortunately had a lot of experience with. Fighting. Killing. He saw the girl fall, saw her wand drop from her hand. He started shouting out the curse, "Avad..."
A hex barely missed him and he spun around throwing a hex blindly into the fray. The scene at the Ministry was pure chaos, and he preferred not to kill any of his own. Turning back, he still had the girl cornered. Oh, she looked terrified. This was delicious, and he wished he had time to savour it. Wand still raised, he began to shout the words again.
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Padma had been careless, she knew it as soon as she'd hit the ground. She hadn't been watching her back, instead far too focused on a masked opponent to notice the cabinet falling behind her. The hard metal case hit her shoulder and knocked her sideways against a wall, causing her sandalwood wand to fly out of her hand and clatter to the floor well out of reach. Swearing and wincing against the pain, she rolled onto her hands and knees to retrieve it, but froze when she heard the words.
The Killing Curse. She looked up and saw the man pointing the wand at her, and in slow motion saw his lips saying the words again. This was it. She stared into the eyes of her killer, knowing that her own stupidity would leave her sister alone forever. She closed her eyes, waiting for the light.
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George, his own opponent unconscious following a well aimed flying potted tree, brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked around for someone new to curse the everliving hell out of. He heard the filing cabinet fall somewhere to his right and, on instinct, looked across to see one of the Patil twins nearly pinned beneath it. He jogged over to give her a hand up when he saw the man pointing the wand at her.
In an instant, he flashed on his own twin's empty, staring eyes. He remembered all too well that hole that had been torn in him at that moment, and damned if he was going to let another person live through that. His wand clutched tightly in his hand, he charged. He wasn't thinking, it didn't occur to him to cast a disarm, or to put up a shield charm, he ran straight at the Death Eater, ready to tackle him to the ground.
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A Weasley. Bloody hell, they were everywhere. Oh well, one by one they could fall. Rabastan didn't really care as long as he could do the killing. He turned where the other man was running at him, firing off the killing curse quickly at the moving target. "Avada Kedavra!"
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George didn't have time to think, all he saw was the wand turning to point at him. It wasn't until that moment that he recognized the man he was running toward. The man who had taken away one of the most important people in George's life. There was no way in hell he was going to get another Weasley.
Looking back, George could never really figure out how he managed to duck away the jet of green light, perhaps it was all those years of Quidditch. He felt the searing heat pass close to his head. If he'd had an ear on that side, it would have been a hair's miss.
He launched himself at the Lestrange brother, knocking him to the ground and landing on top, wand pointing at the soft hollow under the man's chin. "This is for my father, asshole." He sat up, wand still pressed hard against the other man's throat.
Without thinking, without even planning to, he said the words. "Avada Kedavra."
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The curse missed, hitting something against the wall that exploded into pieces. Rabastan didn't have time to see.
Whatever Weasley it was came barreling into him, knocking him to the ground. Rabastan barely had time to register what happened, his wand trapped underneath George, and he was fighting to retrieve it, trying to push the other man off him. Then he heard the words being spoken, and suddenly, it was all over.
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George wanted to shield his eyes from the green light, protect his vision from the brightness, but he needed to watch. He saw the man's eyes go blank and slid off, rising onto his knees, staring at the body. His hands were shaking and his breath was catching in his chest. A handful of seconds passed while everything sank in.
"Holy shit," he whispered. A loud bang went off somewhere nearby, bringing him back to the present and he leaped to his feet, ready to rejoin the fray.