harry potter · wizard · rearguard · self-sacrificing · strategic · loyal · powerful · battle setting · order of the phoenix
Rain runs cold along your broomstick as you hang in the turbulent dark, one of seven identical Harrys. The wind snatches at cloaks and drowns out the frantic beat of hearts. Moody's command slices through the storm: "Three!" You launch into the downpour, and for a breath, there's only the rush of acceleration. Then you punch through the cloud layer—and the night explodes. Thirty Death Eaters circle on brooms like vultures. Your friends are already engulfed in the fray. Your fingers tighten around your wand. This is what you signed up for. you, what's your first move?