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Chapter 36: The Battle of Hogsmeade
Amelia Bones stood frozen for a moment as the sounds of battle began to swell around her. The howls of Fenrir Greyback and his pack grew closer, mingling with the chilling rustle of cloaked dementors descending from the sky. She could feel the despair they brought seeping into her bones, threatening to paralyze her. But the sight of Harry's massive, serpentine patronus cutting through the darkness like a blade of silver light brought her back to herself.
The ethereal dragon-serpent coiled protectively over Hogsmeade, its presence a stark contrast to the shadows encroaching upon the village. The dementors, previously confident in their assault, hesitated and then scattered, fleeing from the overwhelming force of the patronus. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the oppressive chill in the air began to lift.
Amelia turned to Harry, her heart pounding in her chest. His calm demeanor in the face of such overwhelming darkness was both reassuring and unsettling. Who was this man, this enigma, who wielded such power with ease? She had her suspicions, but seeing him now, standing resolute against the darkness, she knew without a doubt—this was the mysterious young wizard who had been disrupting Voldemort's plans.
Before she could voice her realization, the ground trembled as a new wave of dark energy descended. The Dark Mark loomed ominously overhead, casting an eerie green glow over the village. From the shadows, Lord Voldemort himself emerged, his red eyes glowing like embers in the night. He moved with a terrifying grace, his black robes billowing as if carried by an unseen wind. The air seemed to still in his presence, as if the world itself recoiled from his touch.
Amelia's breath hitched. She had heard stories of Voldemort's terrifying power, but seeing him in person was a different matter entirely. He exuded an aura of death and despair, and for a moment, it seemed as though all hope was lost. But then Harry stepped forward, his wand held loosely at his side, his expression calm and unyielding.
"Hello, Tom," Harry greeted, his voice cutting through the night like a dagger.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed into slits, his expression contorting with rage at the use of his birth name. "You dare?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. Without another word, he raised his wand and unleashed a torrent of dark curses. The green light of the Killing Curse shot toward Harry, but he was already moving, his body a blur of motion as he sidestepped the spell and transfigured a nearby boulder into a shield.
Amelia's eyes widened as she watched Harry counter each of Voldemort's curses with a precision and speed that seemed almost inhuman. His transfigurations were swift and masterful, turning debris into barriers, and conjuring lightning to dispel the dark energy that filled the air. His movements were fluid and calculated, every step purposeful.
The clash between Harry and Voldemort was a spectacle of light and dark, each spell a surge of raw power. Harry's use of elemental magic was breathtaking—lightning crackled around him, striking down with precision, creating a barrier of electricity that forced Voldemort to alter his approach.
As the duel raged on, the cracks of apparition echoed once more, and a dozen Death Eaters appeared, wands raised and ready to strike. But before they could attack, three figures emerged from the shadows, launching a devastating surprise assault. Charlus Potter, Dorea Potter, and Arcturus Black moved with the skill and coordination of seasoned war heroes, their spells cutting through the ranks of the Death Eaters with lethal efficiency.
Amelia recognized them immediately, their reputations preceding them. Charlus's battle transfigurations turned the ground into traps and weapons, while Dorea alternated between fierce offensive spells and protective shields. Arcturus wielded powerful curses, his experience evident in the precision of his attacks. The three of them worked seamlessly, cutting down the Death Eaters with a brutal efficiency that spoke of their years of experience.
Despite the chaos, Amelia's attention was drawn back to the duel between Harry and Voldemort. It was like nothing she had ever seen. The air around them seemed to shimmer with raw magic as they exchanged spells with a speed and intensity that left her breathless. Voldemort's fury was palpable, his spells growing more destructive with each passing second. He unleashed a storm of curses, dark magic swirling like a tempest around him, but Harry met each attack with an equal force.
Harry's use of transfiguration was masterful, turning debris into projectiles, conjuring shields to block curses, and using the environment to his advantage. His movements were fluid and precise, his focus unwavering as he countered Voldemort's every move. It was clear that he was holding his own, not just defending but actively challenging the dark lord.
Amelia watched in awe as Harry summoned a massive bolt of lightning, directing it toward Voldemort with a flick of his wand. The bolt struck the ground where Voldemort had been standing moments before, leaving a scorched crater in its wake. Voldemort retaliated with a surge of dark energy, but Harry was already moving, apparating out of the way and reappearing behind him, launching a counterattack.
The werewolves, caught in the crossfire of Voldemort's wrath, fell one by one, victims of the dark magic meant for Harry. Their lifeless forms littered the streets, a grim reminder of the cost of war.
As the last of the werewolves collapsed, Amelia's heart swelled with a mix of fear and admiration. Despite the overwhelming odds, Harry stood his ground, unyielding in the face of Voldemort's monstrous power. His every move was a testament to his resolve, his determination to stand against the darkness.
The village of Hogsmeade stood on the brink, the air thick with the tension of the ongoing battle. But for the first time in a long while, hope flickered in the shadows of the night. As Amelia watched Harry fight, she knew that this battle was far from over, but with him leading the charge, they might just have a chance.