Severus {mild - unmasked (professor)} vs. Sirius {mild}
Severus stepped between a group of third years and a blasting curse, throwing up a protego just in time to minimize the blast - but not enough to stop it completely. He stumbled back with the force of the blast against his shield, and the shield wavered before dropping completely. "Get inside. Honeydukes, the castle, where ever you think you can go. GET!" They hesitated a moment before following his orders. He cast an incarcerous at the Death Eater who'd sent the curse in their direction knowing it would only temporarily distract the man. That crisis averted Severus scanned the battlefield attempting to determine where he would be most useful.
Five seconds after he'd arrived in Hogsmeade, Sirius knew it was a really stupid idea for him to come. He'd only crawled out of bed an hour ago and he knew he was far from at his best but he wasn't one to say no to a fight. Making tea and tending to the wounded never had been his strong point. He looked around, seeing duels breaking out around him but before he could join in, his eyes came to rest on the last person he wanted to see. Snivellus. He watched him through narrowed eyes for a moment before deciding that the best way to get his attention was a quick tripping jinx. He wasn't in the mood to aim carefully and shot it off quickly, already smirking at the thought of Severus tripping over his ridiculous robes.
Severus knew the difference between tripping over his own feet and a tripping jinx. He stumbled and turned around, eyes falling on the perpetrator without another thought. "Imbecile!" he hissed. "We're both here for the same reason, now let me do my job." Or at least, he assumed Dumbledore had summoned Sirius. Why else would he have been in Hogsmeade? And the Gryffindor had always been one of Dumbledore's favorites. He shot an expelliarmus at Sirius, hoping it hit his mark just long enough he could get away.
And then he saw the flash of the Cruciatus curse headed for a student. "Mobilicorpus," he cried, and he moved the child out of the way. He cursed himself for being so easily distracted from Black, but there were more important things going on there.
"Yeah, I really believe that," he said, gearing up for a fight. Before he could begin though, he felt his wand fly out of his hand and he swore under his breath, summoning it back as quickly as possible and hoping no one had noticed. It did mean, however, that he completed missed Severus saving one of the students.
"Why don't you run along and hex some students with your mates," he called out, aiming three stinging hexes in quick succession.
Severus cast a protego, which thankfully held up to Sirius' three stinging hexes. He sneered at Sirius and cast a blasting hex, throwing it at the other man with ease. "Back off, Black." His dark eyes were flitting from one group of students to the other. Black was wasting his time. He turned his back to the other man, hoping that the curse he'd thrown would be enough to prevent Sirius from attacking him again.
Sirius tried to dodge the curse but heard it hit the wall behind him and then he was on the ground, half buried by bricks before he could cast a protective spell around himself and start blasting his way out. Feeling ridiculous, he clambered his way out, wand held out ready to protect himself as he wiped blood from his forehead. There was really no way to look dignified doing that. Sirius was forced to hold his sleeve against his forehead to stop the trickle of blood from going into his eyes. During all his embarassing drama, he'd lost sight of Snape too. Great.
Fenrir {mild - chasing students presumably} vs. Edgar {moderate - unmasked (professor)}
Fenrir couldn't stop chuckling. He loved this sort of thing, getting into a town and chasing people down. It always brought out his sense of fun and merriment. After all, what could be better than a bit of murder and mayhem? These effete idiots who lived under the thumb of the Ministry just didn't understand. Not surprising really. They were cowed and muzzled, content to be told what to do and how to live their lives. He'd feel sorry for them except they made such excellent prey, so easy to hunt as they stood around waving their hands in fear and terror and wailing for someone to come and save them
Much like the children he was chasing through the village. He come across the pair near the Shrieking Shack, kissing and canoodling away from the watchful eyes of their teachers. They'd been so caught up in each other that he'd been nearly on top of them before they'd noticed him. He'd had to go so far as to actually growl before he got their attention. But when he had, their matching expressions of fear and terror had been priceless and then they'd taken off at a run and he'd given chase. of course, he could have overtaken them at any moment but where was the fun in that. Far more exciting to chase them into town then catch them. He wouldn't bother biting them as it wasn't the full moon but it would still be fun to kill them in front of the very adults who ere supposed to protect them. Not to mention in front of the other students.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" he carolled with manic and savage glee as he loped after the students. he wasn't really paying attention to anyone else though he was at least marginally alert to threat of attack.
still in progress
Nona {mild} vs. Sirius {moderate}
Sirius could feel his adrenaline going into overdrive and had to resist the urge to rush into a duel. Still, nothing wrong with taking care of any spare Death Eaters he found without a partner, he thought. Wand out, he made his way down the street, sending any students he met back to Hogwarts, almost wishing that he could come face to face (well, face to mask) with his darling cousin, if only to have concrete proof that she was one of them. There wasn't a doubt in his mind but proof never hurt. With this in mind, he caught sight of a Death Eater who looked distinctly female and headed straight for her, firing off a disarming jinx as he went.
The charm caught Nona off guard, and her wand tumbled to the ground at her feet. "Fuck," she cried, bending down to pick it up. Her attention taken from the pregnant woman, she turned now to discover where the blast had come from. Good. He looked like he would be more fun. "Naughty naughty," she said as he approached, tossing a stupify his way. "Not nice to take other people's toys."
Sirius grinned, dodging her spell awkwardly. It may not have been the particular Death Eater he wanted but a good fight was a good fight. He threw up a shield charm as he approached her, glancing around. "Oh, sweetie, I'm much more fun to play with."
"Sweetie?" Nona asked with a sneer, casting a Crucio and frowning when he was protected. She wanted to reach for the knife tucked away in her boot and cut his tongue out. It was disgusting, being called "sweetie" by a Mudblood or a blood traitor or whatever he was. It made her feel sick inside and were she a more impulsive person than she already was, she would have tossed her mask aside and gone cougar, attacking him until there was nothing left. But thanks to her father, she was registered, so any wizarding attack had to be carefully planned so no one would know it was her. Attacking out in the open like this was out of the question, so she would just have to stick with her dueling skills. Raising her wand, she levitated a bench away from a nearby shop window and threw it at him.
The look on her face just made Sirius smirk more. Hexes and curses had their uses but getting under someone's skin was just as satisfying sometimes, no matter how slightly. The pureblood fanatics always had been far too easy to wind up. He was caught off guard by the bench, reacting too slowly to send it away from him completely and winced as the leg of the bench caught him on his wand arm. Growling under his breath, he straightened up, switched wand hands and sent stupefy at her, followed by a full-body bind. His lips were pulled back, teeth bared, ready for payback. He was just grateful he'd taught himself to use his left hand as well, given the shooting pains in his right arm right now.
Groaning as she saw the bolt of red light headed towards her, Nona didn't have enough time to move completely out of the way and crumpled to the ground when hit. Luckily her hand was still gripped around her wand and when she came back to herself after a momentary stun, she was completely bound. Fantastic, she thought. Waiting for the spell to wear off would take too long, and she didn't know if she could work up enough magic to break the bonds. "Let me go!" she cried. "Stop being a coward and fight!"
"Why should I let you go? So you can throw another fucking bench at me?" Sirius was pissed off now, and his arm was really hurting. He held it awkwardly against his chest, looking around for anyone to help but finding no one. "Maybe I should just hang you from one of the buildings and we'll see if your fellow psychopaths will actually let you down."
"Maybe this time you'll dodge it properly!" Nona said, continuing to writhe inside her binds. "How does that arm feel?" She knew it wasn't wise to antagonize him any more than she already was, she just couldn't help herself. It was too much fun to work him up. "And by the way, love. You try and string me up and you'll be dead before you can even turn around."
Sirius forced himself to smirk at her, knowing she couldn't actually do anything to him at the moment. "The arm will mend," he said, although he was careful not to move it. "And why don't we give that a try and see, huh?" He jerked his wand up, wondering if it would be too much to drop her on her head. Probably was. Just as he was thinking this, a blasting hex came from somewhere behind him, not close enough to hurt him but definitely enough to jolt his arm as he moved away from it and he gasped out loud. It was probably broken. Just what he needed. Fuck this he thought, releasing the spells on Nona and wondering if he'd be able to find someone to mend his arm for him. He kept his eyes, and wand, firmly on Nona though, expecting retaliation.
Jumping up as soon as the binds were broken, Nona was on her feet, wand out and ready to attack. She wasn't going to hold back with this one. He deserved everything she had to throw at him. Pulling her arm back, she prepared to toss a crucio at him when something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. . . and made her heart sink. Deci, she thought, seeing her sister standing off to the side of the main battles. What the hell is she doing here? She had to get her sister away. She wasn't supposed to be here. But before Nona could think of what to do, the worst happened. A blast came out of nowhere, and then Deci was on the ground. "Nooooooooo!" Nona screamed, giving the man she was facing one last glance before taking off in a run to her sister. She couldn't lose Deci. Not like she lost Secunda. She couldn't lose another sister.
Thomas {moderate} vs. Sturgis {moderate}
still in progress
Fabian {mild/moderate} vs. Danny {mild}
It had only been a week since his punishment from the Dark Lord came down to him. Physically he was doing much better. The twitches were barely noticeable anymore, even to him. But now he had damage control. He had something to prove to the Death Eaters and of course, the Dark Lord himself.
Danny was meeting with his crew about their next job when he suddenly felt the slight burn on his left arm. He played it off and casually glanced around the room before finally excusing himself. Without causing too much attention to himself, he simply apparated from his father's business to his flat. Once there, he pulled up his sleeve to confirm what he was feeling. Sure enough, the Dark Mark was writhing and he immediately grabbed both his cloak and mask then left.
Arriving in some narrow alley, he put on his mask then pulled his down up over his head and withdrew his wand. Even from where he as standing, he could hear the screams and panic from just the other side of the building. It brought a smile to his face and without wasting anymore time, he turned the corner and began mercilessly throwing one curse after the next aiming at innocent victims, taking out whomever stood in his way as he added to the mess and chaos that was already occurring.
Things had not been going very well for Fabian lately. Between losing Jack and Dorcas, having to rely on the cane for walking once more, getting yelled at by Moody, Mulciber's escape, and things coming to an impasse with Izzie... well, he was cracking more jokes than usual to compensate. He'd been hoping things couldn't get any worse, and then came the patronus message from Dumbledore.
Death Eaters. In Hogsmeade. With the students. Of course, Fabian didn't know any of this lot personally. Even the kids who'd been ickle firsties when he left Hogwarts had since finished their schooling. But damn if these bastards didn't aim low. In a few years, it would be one of his nephews roaming those streets, and like hell he'd let some stupid purists on a power trip ruin what joy was left for those kids.
Getting out of his flat and to the scene was another story, however. After what felt like a thousand rounds of treatment and some physical therapy, he was able to walk without having to rely on the cane. How long he could manage without it remained to be seen, but at least he was moving on his own. His speed needed some improvement, and he needed some sort of disguise. Between his two encounters with Mulciber, he worried that his limp would be a dead give-away to his identity, but better safe than the Death Eaters' new target.
As quickly as he could manage, he cut away a piece of one of his older cloaks and shaped it into a mask, fastened it over his face, and made sure he could see before he stepped out of his flat, past the anti-apparition wards, and focused on one of Hogsmeade's alleys. He arrived with a soft pop and his hand closed tightly around his wand. The fight was already underway, and Merlin only knew how long the Death Eaters had been there before he arrived.
Mustering all his strength and determination, he headed for the corner, assessed the situation, and moved into the main road. He wasn't really looking for a fight, especially with how his leg slowed him down (though he was doing his best to conceal the limp), but when he spotted a masked man shooting curses at the students, he wasn't about to let the fight pass him by. He sent a silent Stupefy and Incarcerous at the man, a Blasting Curse aimed at his feet.
For Danny, everyone was fair game. Men, women and children alike. This was the only way to become a successful Death Eater. There was no room for even the slightest bit of sympathy. So attacking students was nothing short of ordinary for him. He was summoned to do a task and he would fulfill that duty.
Just as he turned his wand on yet more students, relishing in the way they scattered when he fired explosive curses between huddled groups of frightened children, his ankles were bound together. A tall man such as himself toppled easily. Instinctively he put his hands out in front of him to brace his fall and when the base of his left palm hit the cobblestones he felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm and to his elbow. Letting out a loud hiss he grimaced under his mask at the sting that now pulsated through his wrist. He wasn't sure if it was broken or not, but he couldn't worry about something so minor. Without wasting time, he quickly turned himself over, pointed his wand at the rope that tightly squeezed his ankles together and shouted, "Reducto!"
Immediately he looked up and turned his wand on his attacker. With a hard flick and a low grunt he silently fired a severing charm towards the other man. Once his ankles were free, he jumped back up to his feet. He gave a large exaggerated wave of his arm this time, his wand cutting the air as it moved diagonally upward, the severing charm spilling from the wand with such venom as Danny put into it.
This wasn't personal. Fabian wasn't taking any particular delight in successfully landing a spell and incapacitating his opponent momentarily. His mind was on keeping himself and the nearby students safe. Most of them were taking advantage of his distraction to flee. He had enough time to throw up a Shield Charm, and while it blocked the effect of the spell, his footing was off just enough that the force of the spell knocked him off balance.
Fabian tottered, wincing as he put pressure on his injured leg to keep himself upright. He managed to keep from falling over, but he hadn't been able to maintain his shield in the process. As such, he only just managed to cast another when the second spell hit, and it was nowhere near strong enough to protect him. It crashed into his right side, and he could feel the blood pour from him. It was a good sized gash, but had at least missed any vital parts.
He clenched his teeth, throwing an Impedimenta, a Blasting Curse, and a Confundus Charm at his opponent. Hopefully it would buy him enough time as he cast some rudimentary healing spells to staunch the bleeding and bind the wound. He could duel with an injury, but he didn't need to lose any more blood than necessary.
Danny was just about to throw another curse when he was hit and suddenly his movements slowed down enough so his reaction time was now flawed. Before he knew it, the Blasting Curse hit him just to the side of his sternum, breaking his ribs. He stumbled back into a brick wall of one of the buildings as the Confundus Charm whirred by him.
As soon as the first spell wore off, he ignored the pain that was now plaguing his chest and pushed himself away from the wall. "Alright fuckbag," he muttered through gritted teeth. Mercilessly he threw one Blasting Curse after the next, three times in rapid succession, each one progressively worse than the previous.
It wasn't the best mending job, but the blood flow had slowed to a trickle, and Fabian was mindful of how it would affect him as he cast another Shield Charm. He knew well enough, though, that he wasn't at his best, and even if he were, it would take a more powerful shield than he could cast to keep out three Blasting Curses.
The first crashed into his shield, the second broke through the remnants of it and landed on his left shoulder, and he barely managed to dodge the third. His shoulder, he was sure, was broken, and he'd landed on his right side after dodging that last spell, but he had to push through it. His wand arm wasn't injured and he could walk, and that was all that mattered.
From his position on the ground, he aimed his wand at the nearest thing he could see--a deserted shopping bag--and set the bag and its contents to attack his opponent. Getting back to his feet wasn't easy, though, and the Stunner he'd cast as he pushed off his one good arm and jumped to his feet went awry. He gritted his teeth against the spasm of pain that shot through his leg.
Regaining his balance, he aimed two successive Severing Charms at his target. Glancing around for objects on the street he could use to his advantage, he sent a Blasting Curse at the base of a nearby street lamp. Even if it missed the Death Eater when it fell over, it should provide a fair bit of a distraction.
Danny was favoring his right side where a few of his ribs were now broken. He wrapped his left arm around his ribcage, the stinging pain in his wrist now downgraded to something of a soreness. The only other time he had broken his ribs was horseback riding. His horse decided to stop short just before a jump, ducking it's head and sending him crashing into the poles with such force that he was riddled with bruises all down his back and several broken ribs. The pain was excruciating then, but the adrenaline in him now was masking that fierce intense hurt. He could still feel a dull ache however.
Paying no attention to his injuries, he pressed on, now charging forward towards his opponent. All of sudden he blindsided by a plastic bag and it's contents inside. He let out a grunt in frustration, but before he knew it he felt a sharp stinging blow to his left shoulder, jerking it back forcefully. Within seconds he another had hit, this time across his abdomen. The charm had torn his robes and ripped into his flesh, allowing for his blood to begin to slowly seep out from the open wounds. He closed his eyes for only a moment and let out a low groan.
Even though the other man couldn't see it, but when he flashed his eyes open again, they were darker than before, full of rage and death. Then without warning, he lifted his arm and gave a quick swish flick. "Crucio," he spat with pure hatred and poison in his tone.
Fabian was a strong duelist, and on a good day, he could maintain a strong Shield Charm. Even if he wasn't fighting through injuries, no shield could block an Unforgivable. He knew it was coming, but his reflexes weren't fast enough to dodge it, and there wasn't anything near enough that he could summon to put between himself and the curse. The best he could do was to steel himself for it.
It wasn't the first time Fabian had been held under the Cruciatus, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but it never got any easier to endure. The pain tripled in his leg, shoulder, and side, sending spasms rippling out from the center of the injuries, and it was all he could do to hold on to his wand. A scream tore from his throat as he fell to his knees and his wand slipped from his fingers, clattering against the cobblestones.
It wasn't the first time Danny had used the Cruciatus, and it would not be his last. The more he used the unforgivable, the better he understood it and in turn, the better he got at using it. He was already a talented duelist, but one could always improve upon what they knew. Unforgivables were no exception.
The other man's scream brought a sinister smile to Danny's lips, despite it being concealed by the mask he wore. Such cries of pain fueled him, giving him a sense of power as he created the hurt that drove these sounds out of an individual. And deep down he knew that in this very moment he had the choice of either life or death.
Slowly he approached his opponent with his arm perfectly outstretched and his wand on point as it was directed at it's target. There was a straight line stemming from his right shoulder down to the very tip of his wand, the curse firing from the end of it and drilling itself into Fabian. Once he was withing mere inches of the other man, he turned the wand in his palm to hold it the long way, releasing the curse in the process. Using that same hand, he caught Fabian, clutching him by the collar of his robes. From behind the slits of his mask, his glare bore into the other man's eyes for the briefest of moments. Then without warning, he raised his left hand, making a tight fist of it and charged forward, pounding his knuckles into the man's face. Within seconds he landed a second punch to Fabian's face and it was then that he finally felt satisfied with his work.
"Worthless," he spat as he let go of the man's robes then turned on a heel and took off down the alley from which he came. It was then he began to feel the rush of pain flow back into his left shoulder, wrist and sides. To add insult to injury, his left hand started to throb as well. He never looked back, but instead he suddenly disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
The pain crept into every corner of Fabian's awareness, and a small voice in his mind screamed for him to fight it off and find his wand again. Sheer stubborn will kept him conscious, but that was the best he could muster. He could hear the footsteps, could sense his opponent approaching, and willed himself to pick up his wand and defend himself, but his body would not comply.
He gasped in relief when the curse was lifted, but the feeling lasted mere seconds. His hands clasped those clutching the collar of his robes, and a sting of pain shot through his left arm. He hadn't forgotten the damage to his shoulder, but it was instinct and reflex that made him react. He matched the man's gaze, defiance sparking in his eyes. If the bastard was going to kill him, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of showing fear, and he was much less afraid of dying and much more wanting to do some serious damage at the present time.
Fabian was inwardly grateful that the blows hadn't broken his nose, but if he didn't take care of it soon, his face would be black and blue in the morning. He landed on his injured shoulder when the Death Eater released him and instinctively rolled over to his right side, hissing at the sudden pressure on the gash that had reopened while he was under the Cruciatus. Somewhere amidst the pain, his hand found his wand, and he brought it up to send a particularly vicious curse after that bastard, but he was nowhere to be found.
It took him much longer to get to his feet this time, and another sloppy spell slowed the bleeding, but he'd need to see a real Healer and get some blood-replenishing potions. Focusing while he was still able, he clutched his wand and concentrated on Mary and Gideon's home and turned. Mary would be able to fix him up. He just hoped the two of them made it out of this fight all right.
Decima Yaxley
It was Decima's second week at her new job at Gringott's, and she had to admit that she was enjoying the extra money. She was now able to be a bit more selective with the writing jobs she took, which actually seemed to be slightly endless with all the current events lately. So much had been going on in the Wizarding World that there just didn't seem to be enough journalists to write about all the events.
When she got off her shift at Gringott's, Decima decided that she deserved to spoil herself a little. It was something that Nona often tried to get her to do, but she never really had the income to do it before. Now, her pockets were weighed down with her first pay from Gringott's and it felt good to walk around with a little galleons behind her name. Though working so closely to Diagon Alley meant that, if Decima wanted to get away, she'd have to frequent a different Wizarding area, and Hogsmeade was the logical choice. She hadn't anticipated the small town being overrun with Hogwarts students, but that really was her luck.
It was also Decima's luck that she seemed to stumble into the wrong place at the wrong time. Emerging from one of the shoppes, the Hogsmeade that greeted Decima was very different than the Hogsmeade she remembered. Everywhere, people were battling, dueling and children were shrieking. She panicked. Decima hadn't done well in Defense at school. She fully believed the pen was mightier than the sword, and all she wanted to do was clutch her new dress in it's parcel and Apparate away. But she never got the chance.
Decima didn't see who did it, but she was hit square in the back by a blow that sent her flying into the brick wall of the outside of the shoppe. Immediately upon contact, several of her ribs cracked and her head banged into the wall, cracking her skull as she fell lifelessly to the ground.
Kasia Macmillan
Somewhere in the madness, Kasia lost sight of Nat. She wasn't sure how, but she'd somehow got swept up into the mass of people and before she knew it, she'd lost track of her friend. There wasn't much time to think about that, though, as she pulled out her wand and ducked the hexes that were flying everywhere.
After ducking several, she was hit with a hex that sent her flying. The damage definitely could have been worse, but she groaned as she landed hard on her side, her elbow slamming into her kidney with a force that was sure to bruise it. Ow. Tears formed in her eyes as she shut them against the pain and it was several moments before she could seem to force herself to her feet again. A cursory inspection showed that nothing seemed to be broken. Her wrist felt a little strained and there was a pain in her side, but she tried her best to shrug it off.
Going home would have been a good plan. Kasia didn't think of that, though. She spotted a group of younger kids - they might have have third or fourth years - and she rushed forward to help them. "C'mon, this way," she told them as she started to lead them back toward the castle. It seemed like it took an eternity, but once she was certain they were safe, she apparated home and collapsed onto her sofa with a groan. She'd process what had just happened later. After the ache in her side and wrist went away.
Nathaniel Gamp & Seraphina Parkinson still in progress
Lucius {TBD} vs. Severus {severe}; Brief appearance by Albus to save Severus basically...
Lucius had come to enjoy the time he spent behind the mask - even if it was usually a little more chaotic than he was accustomed to tolerate, the fact that the screaming party was usually running away from him (or could be immediately silenced) did away with any unpleasantness. Where things at home seemed to slip out of his grasp and evade him, here he was quite comfortably in command, throwing curses, blocking hexes, terrorizing, and generally enjoying the melee. The students, running this way and that, were quite a sight - and then, corralling them, like some sort of nervous, frantic shepherd - a familiar face. Lucius smiled thinly and began to follow Severus, ignoring the children that seemed to be his primary concern. "Severus," he called out, almost cheerfully, drawing his wand back into something of a mockery of a formal dueling position. "It's been so long since we've had a good sparring session, and - here you are." Lucius had never put too much stock in the actual rules, of course, and he waited no more than half a second before sweeping his wand forward and spitting a curse at him, sending a red jet of light for his shoulder.
He had just left Sirius, managed to slip into the melee and away from his old enemy. The group of students he was hearding were third years - just barely old enough to leave the castle for these special weekends. He couldn't help but wonder how eager they would be to leave next year. He froze at the sound of Lucius' voice, the hair standing up on the back of his neck. Merlin, couldn't the man have stayed at home? His heir had just been born for Merlin's sake. Hadn't he a lick of sense?
There weren't very many options. He could side-step the curse and let it hit a student, he could allow it to hit him, or he could put up a shield charm. He wasn't sure the shield would go up in time, and so he made a split-second decision to allow it to hit.
Lucius was annoyed - and a little perplexed - when Severus just stood there. The stinging jinx he'd thrown at him had only been meant to immobilize him, and it seemed he might have saved himself the effort. Still, if Severus wanted to make it easy, he wouldn't complain. An easy target could be just as satisfying as a challenge. The boy had made a fool out of him, and Lucius intended to enjoy this with or without his cooperation. "What's the matter with you?" he jeered, whipping his wand at him again as he advanced towards him. "Defodio." He had never tried a gouging spell on something animate before. But Severus had always appreciated experimentation. It seemed fitting.
Severus cast a defensive charm just in time to stop the gouging spell. "Do not do this," he told Lucius softly. He cast an incarcerous, attempting to trap his friend rather than fight him. He didn't want to fight Lucius. Those were not his orders. He was to protect the children and stay on Dumbledore's good side.
Lucius ducked and put up a Shield, blasting the winding ropes to the side, before straightening and continuing to stalk toward him. "Whyever not? What should I do with halfbloods who turn tail to team up with traitors and mudbloods after being given every advantage?" No one who had duped him for this long, who had managed to break into his circle of friends when he was so grossly unfit for it, could be allowed to go unpunished. It was the easiest thing in the world to cast the Cruciatus in his direction - Lucius meant it, and dearly wanted to see it connect.
He was too busy throwing a shield around a group of students which were about to be crushed by debris to block the cruciatus thrown at him. The shield saved the students, who made a break for the castle, as Severus let out a scream and was brought to his knees. He'd never felt such pain before. It was like fire shooting through his limbs and working its way to his spine. His wand hit the ground, his fingers no longer obeying his command to hold on. He bit into his bottom lip to trap the screams which wanted to leave him. He wouldn't give Lucius the satisfaction of hearing his pain.
Lucius watched him write for a few long moments. Seeing Severus contort himself into impossible shapes to keep back the inevitable shrieking was moderately gratifying, but h wanted more - wanted to see him open to his failure. "Perhaps next time," he said, hardly expecting to be heard through the hum and haze of agony that the Cruciatus inflicted, "you'll think twice before spilling your lies to anyone who will listen. See how much good they've done you?" With a sharp arc of his wand he seized Severus' body off the ground and sent it smashing into the dense branches of the old elm that overhung the street. He'd have him done in slowly.
still in progress
Aurors arrive and Death Eaters leave Nearly simultaneous to Albus's arrival, the Aurors finally began arriving in Hogsmeade. With the rapid influx of Ministry personnel on the scene, the Death Eaters quickly realised that their best bet would be to leave town to fight another day. Upon that decision, they sent up a Dark Mark and quickly disapparated, leaving behind mass destruction, chaos, and suffering.