Fortune Favours the Bold
folder
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
955
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
955
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Under Attack
Chapter Six: Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat = Whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
Spell after spell washed over the wards, lighting the evening sky. The obvious figure of golems flowed in from the forbidden forest. The Dark Mark seared across the sky and heralded the advent of Death Eaters. Dementors hovered on the outskirts.
A staff of only twenty seemed insignificant against the vast hordes that assailed the wards. Out numbered yet undeterred they took up defensive positions, dotted along the turrets and wall walks. All linked magically to Dumbledore who anchored their powers with the entity known as Hogwarts.
Defences flashed like St. Elmo’s Fire under the ongoing assault. Wards were breached and gradually in diminishing circles thousands of charms triggered as a flood of plants broke the snowy surface snagging many of the advancing minions.
On contact the Golems became as dust. A flight of silvery phantom Patronus’ flooded the plain and thundered into the thick of the Dementors, then as one mind the surviving covey ceased their support, withdrew to the edge of the wards and vanished.
Suddenly an attack from the rear as Hogwarts ghosts launched an ambush. A magnificent coordinated snowball fight that distracted the ranks and forced many more into the embrace of the eager plants. Bedlam radiated throughout the mob.
Hogwarts Gargoyles on cue swooped down, dropping the special vials of ‘Forgetfulness Potion’ and ‘Draught of Sleeping Death’ which shattered on impact throwing clouds of vivid pinks and blues into the air and further confusion into the masses.
When the resultant clouds dispersed bodies dead to the world lay snoring where they fell whilst others wandered around playing ‘patty cake’ or simply sat playing with the hem of their robe eyes fixated on the far horizon.
The united Quidditch teams of Hogwarts descend upon the baffled throng. With lassoes, nets and ropes of sparkling Acromantula silk, they effectively ‘tied up’ any loose ends.
Nocturnus mounted upon a pitch black Thestral flew onto the field. Clad extensively in blood red leather and shining palladium chain mail (lorica hamata,)complete with scarlet plumed helmet, he was a formidable sight to drive terror into the souls of the most callous of men (if they had been conscious of course).
With little ado he found what he had been seeking. At the edges of the altercation, under the on going attentions of the castle ghosts a massive mound of snow with six heads. **Cry havoc and let slip the ghosts of war** He snorted.
It was the best he could do not to fall off his steed laughing but somehow he kept a straight face. “Relinquish your wands immediately”. **Ah! Merlin! Truly a Kodak moment. Where is Colin Creevey when you need him?**
“Comply or taste the cold steel of mortality.” His voice made blood run cold and gave even gods’ pause to wonder. **Albus, this is truly priceless** The ghosts merrily hemmed in the sodden and pathetic bunch as under Nocturnus’ supervision they extricated themselves and plodded forlornly up to the castle with him at the rear of the procession.
Auroras coalesced upon Hogwarts and began levitating the unconscious and herding the bewildered. The entire confrontation had taken less than an hour and no souls were lost. The only fatalities were Golems and Dementors.
The Grand Hall became an impromptu way station and Mediward where the usual benches were charmed into rows of stasis beds. Some two hundred of these held Death Eaters. Young faces which where later to be identified as mostly last years graduates from Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and some from even as far away as Warriwul-nura (Australiasia).
Voldemort was not amongst those in attendance. It became obvious that he had only sent in cannon fodder, his newest recruits, the most inexperienced and the dispensable few. The six captured overseers were very well known Voldemort lackeys. It was commonly accepted that they were probably too greater risk to leave in the Death Eater ranks.
Whilst no lives were lost that night. Not long after the overseers had been removed to the Magical Law Enforcement Headquarters they suddenly became ill and despite the administrations of the best healers died violently.
It was generally believed they’d consumed a time-delayed poison. Cornelius Fudge went through all of the motions and made all the right noises but Albus had doubts.
The systematic recording and subsequent destruction of hundreds of confiscated wands would continue for several weeks. The counselling and sentencing of the Death Eaters would take even longer.
Some repented hastily with obvious grief for their actions but many more would or could not. Fortunately for some there would be leniency but sadly most were destined to call Azkaban home. The Dementors were now a conundrum that required serious address.
Still in full armour Nocturnus, shrouded in a heavy velvet cape of rich purple with extensive golden brocade stood in the doorway of Hogwarts like a sentry. Waiting for the impending sunrise. “If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me.” He mused.
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe." Came Albus’ soft and gentle voice “It is difficult to not take this personally. I know I looked at each of those children last night and asked myself why. If a man does his best, what else is there?”
Together they stood with heavy hearts and watched the sun rise on a new day, a new beginning.
Chapter References:
Misquoted from Julius Caesar : Cry 'havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war...
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me. --MacBeth,
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe. - H. G. Wells (1866-1946)
If a man does his best, what else is there?" - General George S. Patton (1885-1945)
Check armour at http://infohistory.com/rome.html#legion
Warriwul-nura (Australia) literally means Warriwul = milkyway & Nura = country/place
See more Australian Aboriginal words at http://www.rockart.netfirms.com
Palladium- is both a type of metal related to platinum but stronger and also something believed to ensure protection; safeguard.
Spell after spell washed over the wards, lighting the evening sky. The obvious figure of golems flowed in from the forbidden forest. The Dark Mark seared across the sky and heralded the advent of Death Eaters. Dementors hovered on the outskirts.
A staff of only twenty seemed insignificant against the vast hordes that assailed the wards. Out numbered yet undeterred they took up defensive positions, dotted along the turrets and wall walks. All linked magically to Dumbledore who anchored their powers with the entity known as Hogwarts.
Defences flashed like St. Elmo’s Fire under the ongoing assault. Wards were breached and gradually in diminishing circles thousands of charms triggered as a flood of plants broke the snowy surface snagging many of the advancing minions.
On contact the Golems became as dust. A flight of silvery phantom Patronus’ flooded the plain and thundered into the thick of the Dementors, then as one mind the surviving covey ceased their support, withdrew to the edge of the wards and vanished.
Suddenly an attack from the rear as Hogwarts ghosts launched an ambush. A magnificent coordinated snowball fight that distracted the ranks and forced many more into the embrace of the eager plants. Bedlam radiated throughout the mob.
Hogwarts Gargoyles on cue swooped down, dropping the special vials of ‘Forgetfulness Potion’ and ‘Draught of Sleeping Death’ which shattered on impact throwing clouds of vivid pinks and blues into the air and further confusion into the masses.
When the resultant clouds dispersed bodies dead to the world lay snoring where they fell whilst others wandered around playing ‘patty cake’ or simply sat playing with the hem of their robe eyes fixated on the far horizon.
The united Quidditch teams of Hogwarts descend upon the baffled throng. With lassoes, nets and ropes of sparkling Acromantula silk, they effectively ‘tied up’ any loose ends.
Nocturnus mounted upon a pitch black Thestral flew onto the field. Clad extensively in blood red leather and shining palladium chain mail (lorica hamata,)complete with scarlet plumed helmet, he was a formidable sight to drive terror into the souls of the most callous of men (if they had been conscious of course).
With little ado he found what he had been seeking. At the edges of the altercation, under the on going attentions of the castle ghosts a massive mound of snow with six heads. **Cry havoc and let slip the ghosts of war** He snorted.
It was the best he could do not to fall off his steed laughing but somehow he kept a straight face. “Relinquish your wands immediately”. **Ah! Merlin! Truly a Kodak moment. Where is Colin Creevey when you need him?**
“Comply or taste the cold steel of mortality.” His voice made blood run cold and gave even gods’ pause to wonder. **Albus, this is truly priceless** The ghosts merrily hemmed in the sodden and pathetic bunch as under Nocturnus’ supervision they extricated themselves and plodded forlornly up to the castle with him at the rear of the procession.
Auroras coalesced upon Hogwarts and began levitating the unconscious and herding the bewildered. The entire confrontation had taken less than an hour and no souls were lost. The only fatalities were Golems and Dementors.
The Grand Hall became an impromptu way station and Mediward where the usual benches were charmed into rows of stasis beds. Some two hundred of these held Death Eaters. Young faces which where later to be identified as mostly last years graduates from Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and some from even as far away as Warriwul-nura (Australiasia).
Voldemort was not amongst those in attendance. It became obvious that he had only sent in cannon fodder, his newest recruits, the most inexperienced and the dispensable few. The six captured overseers were very well known Voldemort lackeys. It was commonly accepted that they were probably too greater risk to leave in the Death Eater ranks.
Whilst no lives were lost that night. Not long after the overseers had been removed to the Magical Law Enforcement Headquarters they suddenly became ill and despite the administrations of the best healers died violently.
It was generally believed they’d consumed a time-delayed poison. Cornelius Fudge went through all of the motions and made all the right noises but Albus had doubts.
The systematic recording and subsequent destruction of hundreds of confiscated wands would continue for several weeks. The counselling and sentencing of the Death Eaters would take even longer.
Some repented hastily with obvious grief for their actions but many more would or could not. Fortunately for some there would be leniency but sadly most were destined to call Azkaban home. The Dementors were now a conundrum that required serious address.
Still in full armour Nocturnus, shrouded in a heavy velvet cape of rich purple with extensive golden brocade stood in the doorway of Hogwarts like a sentry. Waiting for the impending sunrise. “If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me.” He mused.
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe." Came Albus’ soft and gentle voice “It is difficult to not take this personally. I know I looked at each of those children last night and asked myself why. If a man does his best, what else is there?”
Together they stood with heavy hearts and watched the sun rise on a new day, a new beginning.
Chapter References:
Misquoted from Julius Caesar : Cry 'havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war...
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me. --MacBeth,
Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe. - H. G. Wells (1866-1946)
If a man does his best, what else is there?" - General George S. Patton (1885-1945)
Check armour at http://infohistory.com/rome.html#legion
Warriwul-nura (Australia) literally means Warriwul = milkyway & Nura = country/place
See more Australian Aboriginal words at http://www.rockart.netfirms.com
Palladium- is both a type of metal related to platinum but stronger and also something believed to ensure protection; safeguard.