Harry gritted his teeth, seething. It was like fourth year all over again; why didn't he think to summon brooms? "Accio broom shed!" he shouted, anger and sarcasm behind the spell. A crack echoed in the hills beyond Hogsmeade, and Harry realised too late that now was not the time for exaggeration.
A dark shape popped up into the sky and Harry had to scramble to direct it toward them. He let the mass drop heavily onto a group of Inferi and didn't hesitate to summon all the brooms from gap torn into the side of the Haven's loft broomshed. There'd be a hole in the side of their barn to repair - if they survived the day.