Chapter 4

The Torchwood team gathered together to form a defensive circle. Hestia Jones stood protectively in front of them, wand raised. Around them the scene was blurry as multiple flashes of green, red, and yellow light flew from all directions. From up above, Voldemort still sat. He watched as his people fell to the enemies; he never even blinked.

It was only when a loud resonating bang echoed around the room that he finally reacted. A plume of dust erupted from the wall beside his chair where a small deep hole now stood. As soon as he looked around, it became obvious who had been aiming for him.

Owen stood directly opposite, two hands clamped around the gun which was pointed at the Dark Lord. Voldemort lazily raised his wand as he called, "Accio Gun!"

Owen felt the sudden powerful tug pulling the gun nearly from his hands. Six more loud bangs erupted from his own gun as he wrestled again the force. Four of the six shots went wide and hit the back wall. Two of the bullets veered from where he aimed and hit one of the deatheaters who slumped to the ground.

Finally, the gun flew from Owen's hands and into Voldemort's. He pulled the trigger with a cold smile.

Click. The Dark Lord looked at the gun with a frown as he pulled the trigger again.

Click. Click.

Owen laughed, "I'm out of bullets, dumbass. You can't use it against us."

Voldemort let the gun fall to the ground with a scowl. Owen was pulled to the side behind Tosh.

"What the hell! Tosh?" he scowled.

She retorted, "You are out of bullets. You can't fight back so stay back."

"Give me your gun!" Owen demanded.

Tosh said, "No."

The sound and light of the room was overpowering as spells were yelled and bullets fired. Miraculously the Order members and Torchwood Team seemed to be holding their own against the mob of enemies. It was times like this that showed the importance of training with people that would fight alongside you and protect your back. The death eaters flung spells wildly, not caring who fell. Meanwhile Torchwood worked harmoniously.

Sturgis fluidly wove around the room. As curses flew at him, he smoothly moved out the way at the last second causing his enemies to harm their allies. A small smile graced his face as he saw the number of enemies slowly beginning to dwindle. He navigated over to Hestia and stood back to back with her.. He glanced around and met her eyes.

A scream echoed across the room, "NO!"

Sturgis' body fell to the floor. It was down to only 1 order member to protect them all. Hestia glanced quickly around the room. There were no other ways to escape. Dropping to her knees, she rummaged through Sturgis' pockets and pulled out a small length of rope. She quietly murmurred, "I'm sorry," as she stood again.

"Here!" she said shoving it into Jack's hands, "Get all of your group to hold onto this tightly

then say, 'Portus' to activate. It will get you to safety."

Jack asked, "What about you?"

"I'll be right behind you. I have my own one."

The two split ways. Jack immediately ran to his team. He had already lost his entire family before in the 51st century; he was not going to lose anyone else to a premature death. Hestia desperatly shouted out spell after spell. She was barely aiming now. It didn't matter which death eater she hit. They were all evil and they would be punished. So focused on her attack, she never noticed as a bright green light approached her rapidly from the side.

She hit the ground.

Then she got up again. At the very last second, a solid body had impacted with her own, throwing them both to the ground as the light sailed over them both, hitting someone else.

The death eater, Jugson, stood beside her.

Bellatrix spotted this interaction and ran towards them yelling, "Traitor!" She smoothly navigated through the room, casting aside any death eaters who were in her way.

Jugson said to Hestia, "Come on!"

He grabbed a piece of parchment from her pockets and pulled her into a tight grip. With a low voice he muttered, "Portus," and with that they were away. A loud gasp could be heard as Bellatrix grabbed onto their bodies then disappeared along with them.

Jack yelled, "Hold on to me." The Torchwood team clustered around their leader and grabbed hold of Jack. As soon as they had all held on, Jack said, "Portus."

They felt a sharp tug as they were lifted off the feet and spun wildly into a place unknown.

Moments later their feet hit solid ground and they fell in a pile. Looking up they saw their saviours standing opposite them in the middle of a large atrium. Just behind them stood a large fountain which seemed to show witches and wizards alongside a variety of magical creatures.