Chapter 4
This time Hari actually put on her uniform, a dark blue one-piece made out of synthetic fiber. Greaves and a light-weight piece of body armor covered her. Grabbing a piece of bread and shoving it all in her mouth, she gestured to her dad and Wanda. “I’ll do Civilian patrol. Something doesn’t sit right with me with this attack. I’ll meet you by the Tower,” And before anyone could protest, a flash of blue surrounded her and she magically teleported away.
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Mad-Eye Moody, renowned Death Eater-catcher and Auror, stumped through the streets of New York, hurling spell after spell from his staff. They each hit their mark; Tonks scurried beside him, collecting dead and dying Death Eaters like a macabre set of Chocolate Frog cards. To his left Bones started to try to save the muggles along with Kingsley- there were too many though, and he could tell they were having problems. He swiveled his eye to the left. “Tonks,” he grunted. “Drop them and help Bones and Shacklebolt, will you?” His apprentice nodded, ducking under a Killing curse and going to a muggle boy, only 7 years old, to try to relieve his pain. Moody just kept stomping forward, growing madder and madder as more children, just coming home from school, dropped like flies, screaming and crying. Just as he was about to yell at Tonks to call for backup, someone else arrived- an 11 year old girl wearing some sort of getup. She had a determined look on her face and cut down each Death Eater in her way with a single swipe of one of her swords.
Moody paused as she ran towards him, slashing a Death Eater’s hand off. She didn’t say anything, however, just barreled towards a group of shaking, muted 13 year olds. He watched in amazement as, not soon after, the former Sorcerer Supreme and the Scarlet Witch descended upon the Death Eaters and had them all down in less then a second.
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Amelia casted charm after charm- but nothing would work. The cutting curse cast on the petite 6 year old remained stubbornly gushing, and she was getting desperate. The little girl’s eyes were already fluttering shut. Turning to yell at Kingsley to report yet another death, she was faced instead with a tall 11 year old, her hand glowing blue. “Let me,” she said quietly. “I don’t have too much experience with magic-inflicted wounds- Runes and mundane are my specialty, but I can sense magic. It’s not a deep cut, and it’s not inflicted by hate either. It makes it easier to extract the magic and repair the skin,” Without waiting for her reply, the child put the hand on the wound, and closed her eyes. She breathed in, and to the Aurour’s surprise, the cut healed itself and the child’s breathing started to return to normal. The girl opened her eyes, taking her hand away. “There’s a medical tent by the tower with the ‘A’,” she started, standing up. “Take anyone who isn’t close to dying or in severe pain there. Wong and Pepper will help you. Anything like this-” she gestured to the little girl, who was trying to stand up. “Come to either me or the Scarlet Witch. If we’re not available and it’s urgent, go directly to the Sorcerer Supreme. If all else fails, bring them to the tent,” She turned to leave, but Amelia stopped her. “Wait! Who are you?” She paused, but didn’t turn around. “Hari Lily Pepper Stark. Also known as Magica. Heir to the Stark Industries, trained Field Medic, and 6th grade terror, according to my teachers. Bring the kid next to you to the medical tent,”