Almost as if bouncing, Harry was back up and spinning to where the curses came from; between the two shops, as expected.
He was already casting before he even realised his wand was out and moving.
Harry was surprised to see his own stunner shielded by one of the Fifth Years - a very shocked Fifth Year - as that Slytherin's second cast, an Incarcerous, was ducked by Harry. The attackers, the three Slytherins, were about thirty to forty feet from them. Realising their ambush failed, they began to cast as fast as they could. It meant more spells in the air, but less accuracy.
Though down in a crouch - while Harry was shielding from another, more possibly lethal curse - yet another curse was targeted at Daphne as she struggled to rise to her feet again. This one clipped her on her shoulder. With a startled yelp, she was spun away and collapsed to the ground.
Harry was just in time to see it before another curse, a cutting curse, clipped Hermione on the wand arm. She gave a slight scream as she dropped her wand from nerveless fingers.
Spinning back and seeing the blood on his betrothed's arm, already seeping out from between her fingers where she now clutched tightly at the wound with her offhand, was enough for Harry.
He did something the three pureblood Slytherins least expected. For a start, he didn't stand still and 'duel'. Nope! He immediately cast a shield and charged. And it was the look of fury on his face, combined with how he had cast a shield and was charging behind it as he did so, which caused them to hesitate in shock. A tactical error.
No one before, that the three Slytherins knew of, had ever cast a Protego shield and ran with it ahead of them. No one, as far as they knew, knew you could do that. Until then, it was believed a shield could only be cast in a fixed location. Harry, when he cast the charm, unknowingly but instinctively cast it to anchor off the tip of his wand, rather than in a specific location.
Nott and Cowley, after about a three second delay due to the shock, were able to snap off a Blood Boiling curse and a Cutting hex each respectively, where both ricocheted off that shield, before Potter was among them.
One moment the three were feeling somewhat elated, as they'd just taken out Potter's two bitches, then he was in their faces. His wasn't a happy one.
Confused with how fast the boy had moved, McGruber didn't even have an arm up to block when Harry's right cross hit him in the left temple. One moment McGruber was seeing his target casting spells back, more quickly than he could believe; then he was in his face, then seeing stars, then nothing.
Ducking away from a falling and unconscious McGruber, Harry next took out Cowley. All it took was a single step towards the boy with his left foot, then going for what the Americans called a 'punt'. It might have been a few years since Harry had last kicked a football (soccer ball), but he hadn't lost the skill. And his target might have been off the ground by about three and a half feet, but it didn't make it any harder to kick. If anything, the fraction of a second extra time for 'leg swing' gave it more impetus.
Bringing his foot forward, aiming to kick the boy in the twins, Harry's foot connected with both, right on target; right where the bottom of his laces would be over the top of the foot just back from the toes. Forgetting about his added power and strength due to the healing potions he'd taken while at the Grangers, he truly had no idea how hard he'd kicked the boy until he'd lifted him a good foot off the ground.
Stepping forward onto the raised foot, slamming it onto the ground, he used the force to rabbit punch the Fifth year in the face, turning his nose into nothing more than shapeless pulp. The boy was unconscious before he even felt the pain.
Nott, on seeing Potter charge forward, had frozen in shock. He still hadn't moved when he took out McGruber before turning on Cowley.
It was only as Potter had kicked Cowley in the family jewels that he finally began to move and cast. However, Potter had taken that step forward just as his cast left wandtip - meaning his cast missed, behind - and at only a range of about four feet, too.
As Potter then whirled on him, with an expression that clearly meant he was going to die, Nott tried to jump back. However, he was far too hasty to move and managed to trip over his own feet, landing on his arse on the ground.
Then Potter stepped forward and snapped that foot forward again.
Nott then knew exactly what Cowley felt. Having had his father cast the Cruciatus curse on him as 'training for when the Dark Lord returns' he now knew his father was wrong to call that the worst pain imaginable. This was.
Committing the unforgivable of dropping his wand just to use both hands to cup his testicles, Nott attempted to curl up into a foetal position and roll to his side. He then began to utter a soft but high pitched keening sound of pain. His fight was over, but he didn't care. In the back of his mind he rather hoped Potter would just kill him so he wouldn't have to bear this pain any longer.
When he heard the cry of "Aurors!" he barely managed to turn his head to the sound to see. And all he saw was Harry 'Bloody' Potter; standing over him, with a look of absolute fury on his face; with his wand pointing at him, a nasty yellow glow on its tip.
Potter did not seem to have heard the call.
Standing over the curled and whimpering boy, Harry raised his wand even more and quietly stated, "Attacking the Lord of a Noble and Most Ancient House without provocation is a death sentence, Nott.
"So, name your pleasure... the way in which you are going to die. Simple cutting curse, such as a ribbon cutter, removing your head from your shoulders? Or, how about I simply blow it off with an old favourite, a Reducto. No? A piercing curse, right between the eyes, perhaps?
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