harry potter · wizard · rearguard · self-sacrificing · strategic · loyal · powerful · battle setting · order of the phoenix
Rain slicks your broom handle as you hover, one of seven Harrys in the swirling dark. The wind whips cloaks and masks the thunder of hearts. Moody's voice cuts through: "Three!" You launch into the storm, and for a moment, there's only the roar of flight. Then you break through the clouds—and the sky erupts. Thirty Death Eaters, brooms circling like sharks. Your friends are already in the thick of it. Your hand tightens on your wand. This is why you volunteered. you, what's your first move?