Chapter II {The Fight In Flight}

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the other six Harry's sit upon Threstrals and brooms. Hagrid sits astride a motorbike with me and Harry squished in the side car.

"good luck, everyone. on the count of three. one....two-" Mad Eye yells

Hagrid kicks the motorbike to life, lurches forward. Hedwig, Harry's owl, swoops upward and beats towards the greasy moon.

as Hagrid roars into the sky, i twist around, watching one Harry Potter after another whip past, watching Privet Drive grow smaller.

suddenly, a disturbance fills the air. i turn away and look up. Death Eaters drop from the clouds, surrounding the others. flashes of green light splinter the darkness. sparks explode on the bike's chassis and Hagrid howls in fury.

"Hagrid! we've got to help the others!" Harry yells

"can't do it 'arry. my job's ter get you where we're goin' safe n' sound. Mad Eye's orders!" Hagrid says

before Harry can reply, four Death Eaters jet out of the darkness, robes snapping in the wind. as one, their wands rise. Hagrid slams his hand on a purple button. with an ear-shattering blast, the motorbike quivers and flames belch from the exhaust pipe. the Death Eaters scream, robes afire, and pinwheel away, free falling towards the Earth.

"what was that?" i yell against the wind

"Dragon Fire!" Hagrid yells back

more Death Eaters swoop from the sky, give chase. i couldn't help myself but look for Draco. he was nowhere to be seen. Hagrid dives, plummeting for the ground, trying desperately to shake them. i watch the Earth rushing towards us, as the bike slams onto the asphalt and slaloms wildly as we roar into a tunnel, the Death Eaters still in pursuit. Hagrid leans wildly from side to side, eluding the flashes of light from the Death Eaters' wands.

sparks skitter of the tunnel and shower down as the sidecar rides up into the air repeatedly, then slams down onto the roadway. i glance back, seeing the Death Eaters closing when light fills the tunnel and Hagrid roars. turning back, i see a huge lorry (eighteen wheeler) rushing towards us. as the headlights grow larger, Hagrid steers the motorbike directly into them--then past--and up the rounded side of the tunnel. the motorbike loops-the-loop and me and Harry dangle briefly, watching--upside down--as two Death Eaters fly smack into the Lorry--before the motorbike comes round right side up, shoots out of the tunnel and soars back into the starry sky. we soar higher, the air cackling with electricity as massive electrical pylons appear in the darkness. as Hagrid weaves through the towers, a gang of Death Eaters jet into view. Harry and i fire a volley of stunning spells. i send a pair of Death Eaters into the sizzling wires where they dangle briefly, spasming, before plummeting into darkness. Harry fires and watches two others take evasive measures, unaware of the Death Eaters closing in from behind. finally we turn, the Death Eater grins, wand twitching, when Hedwig swoops down, flaying the Death Eaters' wand hand. we grin triumphantly when a mad trolley of wand blasts ricochet off the motorbike and Hedwig is gone.

"thats him! that's the real one!" a Death Eater trailing us yells

the remaining Death Eaters fall back and disappear.

"hol' tigh'! we've got ter get yeh two out of here!" Hagrid yells

Hagrid hits the purple button again and the motorbike rockets forward. suddenly i turn to look at Harry and realize his eyes had rolled to the back of his head. gripping his scar, he squints towards the horizon and we see something closing in. Harry's eyes are back to normal now as the thing closing in begins to take shape.

Voldemort. flying. slowly, we both raise our wands.

"Hagrid" i warn

Harry lets out a primal scream, his eyes clenched shut in pain, his wand hand trembling as he points it blindly. Voldemort's snake-like face draws near, his wand trained on Harry.

"Avada-" Voldemort begins

abruptly, Harry's arm rises as if on a string, drawn up by the wand trembling in his hand. gold fire spits forth and--CRACK!--sparks skitter up the chassis of the motorbike. Harry wheels and--for a split second--is face to face with Voldemort, whose eyes drift, staring--with something like fear--at Harry's wand. then--WHOOSH. Voldemort peels backwards and away, evaporating like smoke.

just then the motorbike's engine hiccups and we begin to drop. the motorbike splashes down into the reeds, sputters, then cuts out altogether in a smoking HISSS.

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