A/N: Sorry about the cliffie folks. This is a filler chapter and since this ends the battle scenes, hopefully the story is going to flow smoother (hence faster) Enjoy!

Draco's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. Even though he was ridiculously tired, he forced his wings out and clutching Harry to his chest flew a short distance. Knowing escape by flight was probably impossible given his dwindling strength, he floated down to an even spot, stumbling a little. Harry caught them before they could fall and both men spun to face the wizards who were sneering at them.

Harry's heart fell when he saw the familiar face of Lucius and he glanced at his husband briefly. Draco looked shattered as he stared at his father. The older man stared back impassively. Harry was hoping they didn't meet the man at all.

"Harry Potter." The wizard seemingly in control sneered. "Well met." He said mockingly.

"I'm sure." Harry replied, making sure his wand was ready to cast a shield.

"Too bad we'll have to say goodbye soon." Someone snorted at that. Harry noted that the one who spoke was none other than Jasper Miles, although a bit beaten up and ruffled.

"I'd have to agree." Harry returned. Draco shook himself out of his shock and folded his wings around Harry.

"Half breed." Someone hissed. "Die, worthless vermin." The spells started raining down.

Harry had by this time ensured he was in front of Draco and had his strongest shield up. He was sweating with the effort and thanked Merlin and whoever that there were no enemies behind them… he hoped.

"Draco, keep an eye behind us." He whispered and activated his Spyder. "Red one, two. We got shot down… location unknown."

"Shit Harry, not again!" Fred moaned.

"I got it, Fred. Which direction?"

"They went north."

"Got it." George said sharply and Harry returned to figuring out how to find cover.

"Help is coming." Harry whispered to a clearly worried Draco who only nodded. "I'm going to drop the shield and attack… think you can dodge and use the wings to protect yourself?" Harry asked.

"I'll manage. You can't keep holding that shield." Draco replied firmly. "On three. One."

"Two."

"Three." They said together, softly so as to not alert the enemies.

Harry dropped his shield and rolled to the left while Draco went right. As he rolled, he started shooting the most powerful spells he knew, area effects and the like. He cheered mentally when he literally blew on of the guys away. He started casting his spell chains, keeping his feet moving and distracting the others with his loud laughter, hoping Draco would escape scrutiny. A hex caught him in the right forearm and the enemy who managed it whooped in joy. A second later, Harry's wand was in his left hand shooting the perpetrator down with an enraged bone breaker curse. The other wizards in the group paled and directed their energies towards Harry allowed Draco a brief respite.

Draco watched helplessly as Harry took on the eight wizards by himself. He was so preoccupied by his warrior husband that he did not notice the ninth man come up behind him and place his wand at his throat.

"Halt or your halfbreed dies." The voice sneered in Draco's ear. Harry froze and a look of terror came over his face. He shook his head in denial while the remaining five wizards disarmed and bound him.

"Pathetic fool. How you could kill our dark lord is beyond me." Jasper Scoffed. "Irish luck, must be."

"What do we do with them?" Someone asked.

"Take them hostage. They'll be good for target practice." Someone suggested and Jasper nodded. Lucius stayed quiet.

"I suppose you want to take care of this half breed yourself, Lucius?" Jasper asked laughingly.

"Of course." Lucius replied. Draco's eyes dimmed as he stared at his father. Harry glared at the older man as he made his way to Draco. The two sets of grey eyes met for a long moment before Lucius withdrew his wand and yanked Draco out of Miles' hold.

"Of course I want to take care of him." He sneered. "He's mine." Jasper grinned triumphantly at Harry and missed the wand that was now pointed at him.

In a second, Jasper was stunned, Draco had released Harry, and Harry had summoned back his wand. It was now three against four, more even but Draco was at a distinct disadvantage. Lucius, however, made up for it. Unfortunately, a fleeing group from the main fight came upon them and quickly outnumbered them.

As they fought hard, someone zoomed over the enemy's heads, while dropping some Weasley products on them. Harry grinned as some of the opposition got stuck in the swamps and others rolled around trying to put out fires. Soon he had his mother-in-law fighting beside him and Oliver took up the task of supporting Draco.

Lucius fought back to back with Harry, both men wordlessly agreeing to be allies for now. They would have time later to hash things out. Narcissa was like a lioness protecting her cub and Oliver did his best to keep up with her. Soon a few of the fliers dropped into strategic positions to aid the fight. The spell-fire was breathtaking to watch as the few fliers still on their brooms would later attest to.

Meanwhile, the main fight was dwindling down. At least a quarter of the enemy were lying dead, either in a pool of their own blood or charred beyond recognition. Half had been immobilized and disarmed, effectively removed from battle- some Weasley products were to blame for this. The remaining quarter had dispersed, trying to escape and were hunted down. Some of these were the lot that went after Severus and some had ended up in the fight with Harry and the Malfoys. The rest were being chased by determined aurors and hit-wizards, being stunned and port-keyed to the preset cages at the perimeter of the wards.

Robards stayed back with some of the troops to help their downed men and capture the disarmed enemies. Over all, he mused to himself, this battle had been a success despite the unexpected overwhelming numbers. He made a mental note to speak to Potter about the strange things he had seen in this battle. What were those swamps and where had they come from? Where had the destructive flames come from? What were those little spider like things that seemed to have some function? What exactly was the purpose of those flying civilians? As questions swam in his head he helped his men get to the medical tent; precedence would be given to his men first and then, if supplies lasted, the enemy's injured would be tended to.

When he finally reached the medical tent after clearing up the main battle site, save for the dead (those on their side had been respectfully removed, the others could wait until they had time), he was shocked to see a being with red wings. It was like looking into the sunset and he was momentarily stunned before he noted the being was hovering around a dark figure and was fussing. It took a while to realize that the being was Weasley, Potter's best friend.

"Weasley! What's going on?" He barked. He wasn't prepared for the defensive stance or the snarl.

"It's best to not go too near. His instincts are on high alert." Someone spoke beside him, a tall dark skinned girl. "Angelina Johnson, sir." She added. "Professor Snape was specifically targeted and was cornered. From what we gather, Ron senses his mate in danger and came to his aid. The resulting fight had set a forest fire…. Veela and fireballs…" She shrugged. "We got the intel and rushed to help. Thankfully, our squad was led by George, and he was allowed to help since he is family but Ron won't allow anyone near Snape. He followed the guidelines by the medics and does the magic needed himself, and gives the necessary potions from the professor's store." She explained to the Head Auror.

"That is… unbelievable." He finally muttered.

"But true." The last scan tells us the professor will be fine… except maybe having to suffer through having an overprotective mate." The girl grinned.

"I'm sure he'll get over it." Robards smirked, watching the scowling ex-spy in amusement. "Can you brief me on the others?" He motioned to the rest.

"The most injured have been taken to Hogwarts or St. Mungo's depending on severity. The least injured are here… only broken bones, minor concussions and such. We have twelve men and women at Hogwarts under Madam Pomphry's care- major injuries requiring immobilization and bed rest. Some punctured lungs, internal damage, third degree burns and the like. They'll live." She added, noticing the man's concerned look. "Six of them had to be taken to the spell damage ward. We aren't quite sure what is wrong with them, most likely a combination of spells. They were at critical level and are accompanied by some of the Team for protection, just in case. Hogwarts is secure enough given the professors are on alert."

"So we have seventeen seriously injured, and most others with minor breaks and probably utter exhaustion."

"That sums it up. Those who had only broken a hand or leg, actually went back into battle." She informed him proudly. Robards agreed with her- he had some very brave men, if a bit untrained. They would not fail them by providing inadequate training any longer if he had a say in it.

The cowardly leader Miles, had decided to do a runner. Allowing the bastard to go, Harry and the gang concentrated on subduing the remaining bad guys. What no one realized was that it was a tactic by Miles until, at least, Harry dodged the killing curse. Unfortunately, he had rolled right into a cutting curse that was coming in from his blind side, right at his neck.

"Potter!" Lucius shouted and jumped, taking the younger wizard down with him.

"Dad!" Draco shouted, quickly disarming the one who had cast the cutting curse with the simple method of burning up his wand. Oliver stunned and bound the man before he did the same to the one next to him. Narcissa didn't stop dueling and bound rounded on the ones who Harry had been fighting. Oliver was sufficiently dealing with the rest. Her fury was now unleashed and it took less than a minute to subdue them all.

"Lucius?" She fell to her knees beside her ex-husband with tears in her eyes.

"Love…" Lucius gasped. His head was in Harry's lap and his back was slashed open dangerously.

"Portkey." Harry hissed.

"Can't. We're inside the wards."

"How far?" Draco asked, barely restraining his tears.

"Three hundred yards." Someone replied.

"Move. Narcissa, keep an eye on his vitals. Oliver lead, Draco follow him. George back the rest will flank. Keep any enemies away. Are they tagged?" He motioned to the unconcious bound men and women.

"Tagged and ready to be transported. We'll come back for them." George assured. "We need to get moving." Harry nodded and levitated Lucius, hoping the wound wasn't to serious.

They met no more problems on the way to the ward line. The Malfoys and Potters vanished to the medical tent while the rest returned to secure the prisoners and the few dead.

"Potter!" Robards shouted over the din, spotting Harry's arrival.

"Robards." Harry called back but hurried with Lucius to the nearest empty bed. He grabbed a medic and ordered him to treat Lucius.

"We are not wasting resources on the enemy while we have our own to heal!" The healer protested loudly.

"He was on our side." Harry said quietly, his eyes filled with pain. "He took the curse for me." He whispered, Draco now firmly in the crook of his arm.

"It'll take only a moment to clean and seat the wound." Narcissa stated. "I'll do it, just give me access to blood replenishing potions and pain relief as well as Cleansing draught for any infection." She didn't wait for the healer to agree and got to work, meticulously cleaning and slowly closing the deep wound. It was caused by dark magic and had injured some of the internal organs as well.

"Potter, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure… but Lucius Malfoy helped from within. Took a vicious cutting hex to the back…"

"And more. He's been hit with something else that's stopping me from closing this wound… and damaging his organs slowly." Narcissa said tightly. "He needs St. Mungo's."

"That bad?" Robards asked.

"Looks like they didn't like that he turned his wand against them." Draco said, half sadly, half in pride.

"Take one of the portkeys." Robards decided. "I'll update the minister."

"Thank you Robards." Harry nodded curtly and soon vanished with his family.

In all the confusion, no one realized Jasper Miles had, in fact, escaped with a few of his men.

A/N: This was a pathetically short chapter... but needed to move things along. By the way, out of curiosity, what do you think is going to happen with Lucius now?