Chapter 146

With that thought in mind, Ged had flown swiftly through the trees, dipping and swaying between branches, much as Harry once had when flying to avoid bludgers or other players when playing quidditch. And then, on a whim, he'd detoured towards Aragog's old lair. What had become of the acromantulas, Harry didn't know, but he suspected that they'd been exterminated by either the Ministry or the centaurs after their numbers had been reduced in the Battle of Hogwarts.

It'd been the soft murmur of voices that had first caught his attention. On silent wings, he'd landed close enough to observe without being spotted.

The hostages had been placed in four groups – about ten students trussed up together in three groups and the two professors roped back to back a little away from them all. Each group was guarded by four of the Dark Elves, the remaining one staying at Malfoy's back at all times. Ged's sharp eyes counted the twenty-one wizards before he leapt from the branch and flew back to the castle as fast as he could.

Returning to the hollow once more had taken time, especially when there'd been a plan of attack to be made, not to mention the small amount of charm work that Harry'd needed to perform.

Almost surprisingly, there had been little change in the group in the hollow, apart from a few positionings.

Twisting his head about, Ged could see the other six Avengers moving into position equidistant apart around the hollow. Unfortunately, the one drawback of being in his Animagus form was that he couldn't communicate with the others. The small earbud that Tony had for each them was simply incompatible with an animals' physiology, meaning that he was reduced to simply waiting for the signal.

Noting that everyone seemed to be tensing up, Ged focussed in on Hawkeye. The archer, he saw, had plucked three arrows from his quiver, one notched on the string, the other two held loosely between his fingers.

The instant that Hawkeye spun out from the tree that he'd been hiding behind, Ged dropped from his branch, flaring his wings out to slow his fall.

At four metres from the ground, he began his transformation, completing it just before he hit the ground. Instantly, he whipped a piece of rope from his pocket and dropped it in Neville's lap. A flash of multi-colour and the two professors were gone.

Whipping his head to the side, Mage caught sight of Hawkeye's last arrow exploding into a net just before reaching the last group of students. The net slammed into the kids, knocking the first couple backwards before the pull of the portkey transported them all to safety.

The Dark Elves that had been guarding the kids barely had time to react before a branch, twice as thick as Mage's arm and just as long, spun out from the forest, collecting two in the head, knocking them senseless. A high-pitched war cry preceded Squirrel Girl leaping from the trees, landing on a third Elf before spring boarding off and flattening the fourth.

Across the clearing, three wizards were gummed up in webbing, their wands dangling high above them out of reach. The blood-red form of Daredevil had another two Dark elves laid out at his feet as he twisted and turned, kicking and punching two others, his billy-clubs a blur in his hands.

"Avad…!"

The cry spun Mage around, his wand spitting jets of red and blue. A tall, lanky wizard, caught an exploding hex in the back, spilling blood and bone everywhere before he toppled to the ground flat on his face.

Mage's severing hex caught the wizard beside him on the outstretched arm, slicing through the wrist, dropping both the hand and the wand that it still held to the ground with a wet splat and for a cry of pain and fury to erupt from the maimed wizard.

The flash of a dozen small reds lights lit up the hollow as they raced from one side to the other before their targets dropped to the ground, gaping wounds in their bodies. Mjolnir sped past, flung out by Thor before smashing into the last of the Dark Elves' head, dropping him, before reversing to fly back to its wielder.

And then, as Mage spun about once more, searching for targets, all he found were bodies on the ground, some ominously still, others groaning and desperately trying to hold parts of their bodies together.

"Well, that was kinda anticlimactic," Tony stated, flipping his visor up as he came in to land.

Noticing the platinum blonde head of Malfoy rolling on the ground, Mage strode across, grabbed his collar and flung him over onto his back. Malfoy let out a deep, pitiful moan, his left hand clutching the stump of his right even as blood pooled all over his robes.

"Tony, Thor, can one of you seal this wound?" Mage asked. "He's the ringleader; we don't want him bleeding out before he goes to trial."

"But my hand … it can be reattached," Malfoy panted.

Tony paused, looking between the two magicals.

"It can?" he asked.

Mage shrugged. "Yeah. But I don't see a Healer around here, do you?"

With that, Tony nodded and activated a mini blowtorch in his wrist gauntlet.

"Hold still, this might sting a bit," he said.

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"Master Harry, there is a floo call for you," Kreacher said after popping into the kitchen where the Avengers were having breakfast.

"Thank you, Kreacher," Harry replied before pushing back from the table and striding from the room.

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