Beginning of the end?

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have rescued you from Azkaban," Shacklebolt replied dryly. "I admit, I was a bit wrong about you then... I thought you would change. Its quite strange, Khaat and I helped you gain freedom, and the death eaters tried to kill you and no your on their side again?" It didn't quite make sense to Shacklebolt, but there were other times to dwell on it. "Oh, I'm sure you'll come back, which is why I don't plan to kill you..." He only planned to capture Ne'os, and then perhaps talk to him to make him see sense. If he couldn't, well then he would just have to find out where that horcrux is. He lowered his wand to the ground in front of Ne'os. "Bombarda!"

Thaor turned his head as Ne'Os's spells colided with the wall and shield Kingsly put up. Thanks Kingsly. Thaor said with a wink.

Ne'Os, I do believe you've ran out of horcruxes, and I doubt you've been alive long enough to make another one. If we killed you here, you'd be done. Thaor said, giving Ne'Os a grin. However you are more usefull alive. Incarserous Thaor said, aiming his wand at Ne'Os.

Ne'Os's eyes widened as he the spell hit the ground in front of him causing him to fly back and hit a wall there was a loud thud sound as the back of his head hit the wall it the slunk forward showing he was unconscious If he had the ability to form a thought at the moment it would be one of fear and anger To add insult to injury the spell Thaor sent at him hit him binding him with magical ropes. He grunted as the roped tightened around him but he didn't have the ability to defend himself.

Kingsley frowned as he watched Ne'os get defeated. He didn't feel triumphant, perhaps mainly because they had fought him two on one. That wasn't... well, honourable. Still, they had got rid of one of the best death eaters, the rest of them seemed too spread out to do anything. "Good job Elldir, though we do have to talk about those unforgivables your using..." Shacklebolt said sternly, before using "locomotor mortis" on Ne'os and elevating him away from the entrance and into a safer place.

Thaor raised an eyebrow as Kingsly told him they'd have a talk about the unforgivables he was using. He released a sigh, it appeared he would be held to the Order's standards, even if he wasn't a member. I knew fighting the death eaters would have a bad side. Thaor thought to himself.

I don't think there is time for that at the moment Kingsly. Perhaps tomorrow morning, we can grab a cup of tea. Thaor said jokingly. He followed Shacklebolt and Ne'Os so they could make sure Ne'Os didn't escape.

Ne'Os woke with a start as he noticed he was facing the ground and was floating he could feel his wand in his hand he gripped it as hard as possible feeling the sting of some red sparks that erupted from his wand he loooked back but wasn't sure if it even burned the rope at all. He wasn't sure if he would even be able to use any spells to get him out but he would have to try. To start he would make it hard to find him again "Praestigium" he said using the smallest movement he could make to make his wand touch his side. he felt it go clod and he could see himself slowly turn invisible...well almost he could still make out his outline but the ropes had also turned transparent with him. His next spell would be tricky as he could easily put him in a worse situation if he wasn't carefully. Holding the tip of the wand to a rope he said "Attonbitus" To anyone happening to look now would see a lightning bolt appear out of nowhere and harmlessly fly to the ceiling followed by a loud grunt as a nearly invisible Ne'Os hit the floor.


Trying to stand up Ne'Os noticed that his legs were stuck together no doubt to a spell that Shacklebolt had done now free from the ropes he aimed at his legs and said "Finite" his legs instantly worked independently again as he stood up and ran as far as he could not wanting to be caught again just yet.


((well no one took my wand and its just a rope so meh. If you want ill give you a chance to capture me again later in the battle ive gots things to do right now though.))



---------------------spells used----------------------Both spells aimed at myself or things binding me.
Praestigium- Disillusionment charm level 2
Attonbitus- lightning dark magic can kill or severely damage so yes perfect for a simple rope.

Mikki's was Grindewald''s right hand. She knew Zada and him were working together, but they were only business partners, and Mikki could sense some distrust Gellert directed towards Zada, because frankly the woman was not trustworthy. The second he could sever the partnership, she knew he would. But her talent's were needed.

Mikki, on the other hand, existed to serve him. She would die for him, without a second thought. If he asked her to jump off a cliff, she would thank him for giving her the opportunity to help him, and she would leap. Even now, she had been sent ahead, and she was perched on one of the walls of the school, clinging to a gargoyle, watching the battle.

The fire was spreading and now was her time. She cast a quick spell and she managed to descend downwards, before she swung herself into a window. She ran through the castle, dressed like a ninja, and found a room where the fire was spreading. She murmured a spell and began to direct the flames out the door, backing away and sending it this way and that way, knowing she was adding more and more destruction to the castle.

Fire was lighting up the night sky. The fuel was the ancient castle that had been the home of so many children over the years. One of those children, a young woman by the name of Jenifer Dent, watched from atop the roof of the boat house as the fires licked the sides of the walls, tearing down everything it could get its hands on. Jen suddenly felt a twisting in her stomach. This had been her home for seven years of her life and now it was being burned to the ground.

Rage flared within her but it was dampened slightly. She could have really used Rob right now. Merlin only knew where he was. His last letter indicated he was in Barbados. Well, Jen hoped he’d get sunburn – the arsehole.

Jen slid down off of the boat house and landed awkwardly on the stone jetty. She rose to her full height – which still wasn’t much – and brushed the dirt off of her robes. She then removed her wand from her robes and Apparated right into the thick of battle. Her usual flamboyant style of Apparation didn’t fail her either and the swirl of dark fog slid off of her before settling into the landscape.

One of her Aurors immediately scrambled towards her and Jen backhanded him across the cheek, her hand twisting so she could drag her nails across his face. She wasn’t in the mood for them anymore. Useless, the lot of them. The way he fell was the most disappointing thing of all and if Jen was going to walk around him before then she certainly wasn’t going to now. She walked over him, making sure to dig her heels into his chest.

After that little bit of fun, Jen moved on. She noted the spiders, the werewolves and those Merlin-awful Half-Breeds running around. She grimaced and skirted through the battle, making her way over to the three-way duel that was going on between Shacklebot, Elldir and Emof. Was Ne’Os even alive still or was this another mirage?

Apparently, he was still a mirage.

Jen got to them just as he escaped and she watched, with mirth in her eyes, as he scampered.

“Gentlemen...it appears you’ve lost your prize.” Jen tsked and tapped her wand idly against her temple before looking at Shacklebot. “Kingsley you’re looking good for someone who was dead not so long ago. Now, enough small talk – it bores me. Are you going to chase the little Drop-Out or are we just going to stand here waiting to get cursed?”

(The Auror she hit was an NPC – just to clear that up.)

Battles were top news! If they weren’t then Cy wouldn’t have been there. Then again, even if they were, and this one certainly was, then he wouldn’t have wanted to be there. Currently, Cyrus Graham Skeeter was running around, arms up in the air, like a headless chicken. Headless chickens did have the tendency to have better direction though. But even so, this was where Cy had found himself. His wand was in his robes and his notebook was in one hand with his trusty pink quill in the other. He needed to find someone to interview but as of yet he hadn’t found a soul. They were all too busy with this battle business – selfish sods. He had to make a living too; he wasn’t at all interested n this battle nonsense but he had to be – for the good of the newspaper!

“Run, run, run as fast as you can...you can’t catch me I’m the GINGERBREAD MAN!” Cyrus threw himself over a spider. The overly large arachnid squealed and Cyrus mirrored the sound as he tumbled towards the ground. He landed with an “Oof!” and pouted before jumping to his feet. Cyrus rubbed his backside and turned around. He promptly threw his leg out and kicked the spider. The animal squealed again and Cyrus jumped back, a spark of fear in his eyes. The spider came back towards him and Cyrus felt it was probably best to introduce himself. So he did.

Cy held out his hand and managed one of his better smiles. “I’m Cyrus, Mr. Spider. Sorry...” The spider squeaked and Cyrus smiled genuinely as the spider lifted a leg to hit against Cyrus’ palm. Cy laughed and patted the spider before leaning over and picking the animal up. The spider squealed and Cy ducked an incoming spell. Then, from there, he put the spider up over his head and began to run once more, this time towards the gates. Sod the Prophet.

Thomas Lestrange never missed a battle. He could always be seen, at the heart of the combat. He was in the Death Eater inner circle, but he didn't enjoy the plotting and scheming that most of the members did in the meetings. He was a soldier, and it was only at battles that Thomas felt truly alive. He loved to duel and improve upon his skills, and he loved to kill, a sign of conquest over his enemies. And indeed, he had also inherited his mothers sadistic streak - he didn't just kill his enemies, he kept them for later amusement.

So when the dark mark burned on his arm, Thomas was one of the first to arrive at the Hogwarts grounds, eager for action. His main target had been students, helpless for the most part, before the order had arrived. Then he fought with his fellow death eaters, driving the order members back into the castle.

Stepping into the entrance hall, Thomas noticed the main duelling was going on here. Thaorson and Kingsley Shacklebolt were duelling Ne'os, and Thomas at first wanted to go after the former because of his betrayal, but then saw a better target - Jess Potter. Killing the man would give him a lot of prestige and win the praise of their new leader Grindelwald, so he was his first target. "Avada Kedavra!" he casted, hoping to catch Potter off guard.