FIFTY-FOUR

                                    

                                          
FIFTY-FOUR:
                          
From the countless amount of conversations I endured through Hogwarts relating to Quidditch, now was the time to put everything I've tried to ignore to the test. Most of the Death Eaters were on brooms, others were using their apparition. We all departed from Malfoy Manor, heading to Surrey where Privet Drive was located. The Dark Lord thought it best to ambush them when they weren't expecting it, so we set up just outside of Surrey. We all waited, perched on our brooms. All of a sudden, there was commotion from above, brooms, thestrals and a flying motorbike. "Go." Antonin Dolohov beckoned and we all lifted from the group in pursuit of the group. I had a horrible gut feeling but followed the Dark Lord's orders. 
                          
The group were quite spread out. Among the group were seven different versions of Potter - my idea obviously went down well among Lupin and Moody. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Bill Weasley were using thestrals, each protecting a Potter. While, Tonks, Lupin, Mr Weasley, and Mad-Eye Moody all rode on brooms next to a Potter who was also flying on a broom. I told the Death Eaters to spread out, which they did. Three or four concentrating on a pair, which had me anxious. I immediately pursued Moody who rode alongside a Potter, "Moody." I called. He turned his head to me, "Which is the real Potter? I can take him for myself."
                          
"Hagrid." He mouthed. 
                          
Up ahead I noticed Hagrid riding on a flying motorbike with a Potter in the sidecar, rocking back and forth. All of a sudden, casts of light were rebounding in all directions. "Which one are you!?" I heard Rabastan shout, the first time I have heard his voice in a long time. 
                          
I looked around to see where everyone was. The only people I could recognize was my mother and father pursuing Tonks and Snape pursuing Lupin. I pursued Hagrid and the potentially real Potter but Hagrid sped ahead on the motorbike, three Death Eaters pursuing them. I rolled my eyes just as a spell came my way. I deflected it and noticed the source came from the one and only Nymphadora Tonks. I heard my mother and father cackle while casting spell after spell in aim of Tonks and the fake Potter riding alongside her. I didn't know where to go, who to attack: I couldn't attack anyone. They were both my family. I looked behind me to see the Dark Lord, not needing any support to fly. He approached Mad-Eye Moody and the fake Potter. I watched as the fake Potter came face to face with the Dark Lord and quickly disapparated from the scene. I heard the Dark Lord cackle and a green lit emerge from the tip of his wand, hitting Mad-Eye Moody. I watched Moody fall from his broom and fall beneath the clouds. I felt very disheartened as memories came flooding back of when I lived in twelve, Grimmauld Place where I got to know the real Moody and not my godfather laced with Polyjuice Potion. "He's up there, my Lord." Alecto Carrow approached him. The Dark Lord soon fled from the scene in pursuit of the real Potter.
                          
I watched my mother continue to pursue her niece, casting curse after curse. I decided to pursue her but as I reached her, she cast a spell on my father who fell from his broom. "No!" I screamed.
                          
"Leave him, we must get the real Potter!" My mother hissed to me, continuing to pursue Tonks, casting curse after curse at her. The fake Potter did well deflecting the curses and protecting Tonks. My mother probably wanted Tonks dead more than the Potter flying alongside her. 
                          
In the distance I noticed Dolohov and Amycus Carrow in pursuit of the motorbike which was led by Hagrid and the real Potter. I sped up as fast as I could to the pair who managed to stun Hagrid, Potter had taken control of the bike. All of a sudden, a white, glimmering owl appeared, flying next to Potter. I sighed, "It's for your own good, Potter." I said under my breath, "Avada Kedavra." The shimmering light hit the owl. Her body went limp and began to fall from the sky.
                          
"No!" bellowed Potter. 
                          
"It's the real Potter!" Amycus bellowed, "Go get the Dark Lord." He said to Dolohov who quickly fled.