by Phoenix in the Ashes » Thursday 27 December 2007 5:23:24am
Down in the centre of the stadium was a small group of figures. They were dressed in blue and gold robes, and were shooting spells at a furious pace into the stands. Most were curses, and some were of a terrifying green colour. Just as it had been transfixed by awe moments earlier, the crowd began screaming and rushing out of the stadium. One of the Italian players was hit by a curse, fell from his broom, and hit the ground with a bone-cracking thud.
The attackers spread out to all corners of the stadium. It seemed that there were about thirty of them. All security staff at the stadium was quickly overcome, and the mysterious group spread out further, with more violent curses being sent out in all directions. The Quidditch players fled on their brooms, and powerful spells were sent their way.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dinas saw the terror unfolding to plan. He saw one of the Hogwarts players stunned from their brooms and fall to the ground, the others oblivious to it taking place. Another of the Italian players lost control of their broom in shock, and drove themselves into the ground.
As the surviving spectators, players and organisers headed toward the campsite or apparated to call for help and escape, they were chased by the mob of sorcerers. Those that couldn't escape were finally surrounded, ringed around by their attackers, who were ruthless and powerful. The Hogwarts group stared around at each other, and the scattered bodies lying on the ground. At least one of the team was dead, but who was it?
And as the head attacker approached the central group with his wand held high, he spoke in a gruff voice as though giving an order to one person, instead of the whole group.
"Now be careful, you," he said. "Don't get carri-!" A loud blast echoed around the forest, and he was knocked back several metres and flung hard into a tree, where he fell unconscious. When the crowd turned around to face their bold defender, they found that it was the middle-aged professor that had organised the tournament from scratch in his office at Hogwarts.
It was Terrin Dinas. "Now, who are you people?" he shouted to the hooded warriors that wore blue and gold. "And what is the meaning of this?" Robed figures started to appear all around the forest, and it was apparent that these were rather belated reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic. After all, no one had expected anything to go very wrong at what was intended to be a tournament of unity, so it was very much a surprise when the Ministry was notified.
Dinas was told to step aside by Aurors from the Ministry, but he refused. "This is my tournament!" he shouted. "Look what they've done! Who are you people?" he demanded again.
The apparent second-in-command of the group walked foward and faced the head Auror, and ordered his comrades to raise their wands.
"We are the Muggle-Born Liberation Society!" he shouted. "We seek to free ourselves from those who have done nothing but persecute us for centuries! From the scum that has continually sat by and done nothing to prevent our extermination!"
"Now, see here," began the head Auror, "I don't know what you've-"
"Enough! MLS will not listen to your false words and promises any more. It will not be so long before a pure-blood wizard gains power and murders even more of our innocents."
"Just as you have today?" The Auror began.
"Today is nothing," the wizard spat. "Nothing." He raised his wand and shot a killing curse at the Auror, who ducked out of the way. The Auror hoped that it did not hit someone in the crowd behind him. All at once, the tournament invaders fired twenty-nine unforgivable curses at the crowd, most of but not all of which were blocked by the Ministerial defenders.
A gigantic battle ensued, with the upper-hand switching between the MLS and the Aurors many times. But eventually the attackers were overcome as more reinforcements were sent by the Ministry, and some of the crowd joined in the battle.
When the fight was over, Dinas wandered over to the fallen leader of the MLS, and called to the crowd and the Aurors.
"Now, let us see who leads these people," he said. With a disgusted look on his face, he lifted up the unconscious man's hood.
It was Bruno Archibald, Minister for Magic. The crowd stared, stunned with shock. But as the crowd was transfixed by the image of the Minister's face in the blue and gold robes, Dinas leant down next to the body and casually pulled his wand out.
Looking to see if his actions were going unnoticed, it didn't appear that anyone was paying any attention to him. He stretched out his wand behind the unconscious Minister, so that it was out of view.
Hidden, he slowly curled the wand around in his fingers until it faced Archibald's back.
Looking innocently upward, as if staring at the clear blue sky, Terrin Dinas whispered two terrible words that were inaudible to all but him.
"Avada Kedavra."
The crowd stared on, noticing no difference.