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There had possibly never had been a
more tension filled night as hundreds of Durmstrang war ships sailed across the
calm sea. Thousands of bloodthirsty
soldiers huddled in the bows of those ships ready to bring death and
destruction to the lands of the great continent of Magiterran. For these soldiers were conquerors, whose
only wish was the destruction and the suffering of others. That was the way they had been trained by
the Dark Lord and they were his tools for revenge against the Alliance.
Soon, the dawn sun silently crept
up over the horizon, and the Durmstrang soldiers were able to catch a glimpse
of the shores of Hufflepuff. On top of
the deck of the flagship stood Igor Karkaroff.
He anticipated the invasion with glee.
“Soon, master. Soon,” he muttered into his arm. “Soon, revenge shall be yours, and I will be
the one who carries it out for you.”
Although he couldn’t be seen, Karkaroff was positive that Voldemort was
grinning.
Within two hours, the ships were in
sight of the cliffs of Little Hangleton and the ravine in between. This was the only place where an entire army
could be landed on the coastline of Magiterran other than perhaps
Beauxbatons. Surprise was a key issue
and the last thing the Durmstrang military wanted to do was attack a major
metropolitan port city and reveal their presence to the Alliance before they
had even landed.
Finally, the ships anchored on the
beach. Thousands of Durmstrang soldiers
left their ships and started organizing themselves by rank. The foot soldiers came first organized into
battalions. They were followed by
archers right behind them while the cavalry flanked each battalion. Finally, came the heavy artillery, which was
dragged by many men. Karkaroff himself
rode on his horse with the officers who rode at the head of every battalion.
Slowly, the Durmstrang armies
marched through the ravine. The echoes
of thousands of footsteps rang through the air as the armies began their
invasion…
Suddenly, a large war cry rang out
from above the heads of the Durmstrang armies!
The soldiers stopped to look up and see Alliance soldiers perched at the
top of the cliffs! Karkaroff looked up
at them in horror in astonishment. ‘The
Alliance?!’ he thought. ‘How did they
know we were coming?’
“Archers, fire at will!” yelled
Sirius. Arrows started raining down on
the Durmstrang forces. Durmstrang
soldiers raised their shields over their heads so as to defend themselves from
the lethal missiles the Alliance soldiers were showering them with.
“Charge!” yelled Remus. With a mighty cry, Alliance footmen ran down
the cliffs on both sides of the ravine and dove into the forces of enemy
forces. Pandemonium erupted as every
soldier started fighting his enemy with whatever weapon they could get a hold
of. Swords clashed, battleaxes hacked
spears, arrows flew toward shields, flails beat on helmets, and maces and war
hammers collided. The Alliance also
fired their on artillery of catapults and cannons from atop the cliffs,
destroying the Durmstrang artillery before most of it could even be used.
Karkaroff was starting to think
that things possibly couldn’t get worse when the Alliance cavalry, led by the
Mage Knights, charged at them head on through the ravine.
Still, through some sort of sorcery
of the Dark Lord, Durmstrang soldiers turned out to be far tougher than
anticipated. They were incredibly
bloodthirsty and had the stamina about three times the average man. When angered, they went absolutely berserk
and many an Alliance soldier fell while fighting them in mortal combat. Despite the surprise attack of the Alliance,
it was still conceivable that Durmstrang could overcome them with the sheer
toughness of their soldiers.
As fighting raged on, Karkaroff
decided it was time to release their secret weapon. He hadn’t planned on actually using it until they attacked the
major cities but the surprise attack had forced him to change his plan. Karkaroff blew a shrill whistle and hell was
unleashed. Hundreds of dementors came
floating out of the ships sucking all sense of hope out of the Alliance
soldiers and they even managed to perform their lethal kisses on a few. Soon, moral went to an all time low as
despair settled on the Alliance soldiers: the handy work of dementors.
The presence of the dementors was
the cue for the Mage Knights. Thinking
of the happiest thoughts they could imagine, the Mage Knights all bellowed, “Expecto
Patronum!” Hundreds of silver
animal images shot toward the dementors.
They all combined into a single patronus stream: a silver river flowing
through the air. It was perhaps the
most beautiful thing in existence, for the patronus-river shone like the stars
and gave a dazzling glow that blinded the enemy soldiers. Whereas one patronus simply drove dementors
away, a powerful patronus-river was outright fatal to the dementors! They faded away, screaming in pain.
Soon, the Mage Knights were in the
forefront of battle. Ron and Ginny were
fighting side by side, each hacking at their enemy while making sure the other
was all right.
“How are you holding up?” shouted
Ginny as she bashed one enemy with the hilt of her sword.
“Doing like I’m the king of the
world,” answered Ron sarcastically. He
swiped at three enemy soldiers.
“Need any help?” asked Ginny as she
chopped an enemy spear in half.
“Nope, I’ve got it under control,”
said Ron, and he meant it. He yelled “Expelliarmus!”
and sent the mace of one enemy soldier flying into the face of another.
“Good for you. Accio!” Ginny summoned one of the enemy’s swords and started fighting
with two blades.
Ron suddenly felt a presence behind
him. He spun around and used his
momentum to swing his sword. It hit the
blade of Sir Draco Malfoy.
“Watch who you’re fighting,” he drawled. Draco flicked his sword behind him and
stabbed an enemy soldier who was creeping up behind him.
“Nice to see you alive as well,
Malfoy,” said Ron. He and Ginny yelled,
“Reducto!” and blasted an entire battalion of enemy soldiers away. Draco picked up a discarded flail and
started bashing enemy soldiers with it while still slicing with his sword at
other ones. His right hand carried his
sword and his left hand carried the flail.
By this time, the Mage Knights were the dominant force on the battlefield.
Karkaroff still had a number of
tricks up his sleeve however. He placed
two fingers on his lips and blew a shrill whistle. Suddenly, hundreds of trolls came running across the cliffs! Apparently, Karkaroff had the ability to
control trolls for these were Magiterran trolls. The trolls attacked the sparsely defended areas of the Alliance
forces on the tops of the cliffs, which was also where they kept their
artillery. The Alliance artillery was
lost to the trolls while the surviving soldiers escaped to the heat of the
battle in the ravine. After disposing
the artillery, the trolls also rushed into the ravine.
This proved to be a fatal mistake
on the part of the trolls, for as large and strong as they were, they were also
incredibly stupid and thus stood no chance against the Mage Knights. Indeed, Sirius even had the luxury to turn
into his dog form to snap at one troll’s throat. Ron, for one, enjoyed flinging enemy soldiers into the trolls’
faces.
Soon, the writing was on the wall
for Durmstrang: the battle was lost and the invasion was a disaster. They had much tougher soldiers than the
Alliance, and even had the aid of dementors and trolls. Yet, they still could not beat the
courageous Alliance soldiers who were fighting to protect their beloved
homeland. Reluctantly, Karkaroff
ordered for retreat. Without a thought
of regret, the Durmstrang soldiers dropped their weapons and made a mad dash
for their ships. A good number were
slaughtered by the pursuing Alliance soldiers, but most escaped onto their
ships.
The Alliance soldiers stood on the
beach as the Durmstrang ships started sailing away. The Alliance rulers had been hoping to wipe out the entire
strength of Durmstrang in the battle and end the threat once and for all. Unfortunately, most were going to escape and
prepare for perhaps another invasion of Magiterran.
“They’re getting away!” yelled
Draco.
“Oh no they’re not!” shouted
Ron. “We only used our pawns, rooks,
and knights to fight the main battle.
Now as the enemy starts to retreat, we can release our bishops on them!”
“What in Merlin’s name are you
talking about?” demanded Draco.
Ron simply grinned and said, “The
Gryffindor Mage Knights have a secret weapon.”
He signaled the herald, Neville Longbottom who was astride his horse at
the top of the cliff. Neville caught
sight of Ron and blew his trumpet as loud as he could. What followed was one of the most amazing
sights ever.
Griffins! Gryffindor Mage Knights were riding hundreds of golden griffins
flying through the air! Ron beamed at
them as they flew over the heads of the amazed Alliance soldiers.
“This is the secret weapon of the
Kingdom of Gryffindor!” announced Ron.
“The Mage Knight Griffin Riders!
Harry and I have been developing these in secret for the past two
years. This is their first try out.”
All of the Alliance soldiers stared
at the griffins, amazed as they swooped down on the Durmstrang ships. The Mage Knights riding the griffins shot bolts
of lightning down at the ships, destroying each and every one of them. Karkaroff perished as his ship blew up from
a griffin attack.
Thus, the supposed invasion of
Magiterran ended in disaster for Durmstrang and glorious victory for the
Alliance.
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