The Marauders: Year Five #Wattys2017

Revelio

Revelio

"Finite incantantum!" Moody roared, waving his wand to Fabian Prewett, and then to the Minister, the magic cracking loudly as Minchum drew his wand, too, and the spells that each of them sent meeting in the center of them with a flash of brilliant white light. Neither was messing around right from the beginning of the duel and the energy in the dungeons was charged with the power amassed between the two figures there.

Boot drew his wand and the girl, Lucy, drew a wand as well. Boot looked shocked, "But you're a child!" he cried.

"Not the real -- not the real Lucy," Fabian stammered, still recovering from the cruciatus, though released from the imperius. He had no wand - there was nothing he could do to help. "It must be polyjuice!" cried Fabian.

"Revelio!" cried Boot, aiming his wand at the girl and her features began to melt away...

Moody and Minchum were battling violently, stone falling from the walls and ceiling where their spells went errant, their wands lashing, shooting spell after spell after spell at one another, blocking it with shield charms or ducking the sparks that flew. The magic crackled and hummed. Moody was clearly the stronger of the two - but Minchum was holding his own, and he managed several good strikes against Moody, and there was blood on Moody's cheek, streaking bright red across his chin and his good eye narrowed as his magical eye swiveled back to see Boot had cast a revealing charm on the girl...

And in her place stood a boy - a teenager - none other than Evan Rosier.

Evan Rosier had drawn his wand - pretenses down - and begun firing spells at Boot. Nasty spells, spells the like of which he'd never learned at Hogwarts, but had been given lessons in since coming here, to the Ministry, hidden in the polyjuiced form of Lucy Minchum.

"Revelio!" Moody shot the spell at Minchum and as a reward he'd let his defense down long enough for Minchum to get a good shot in and it sent Moody against the wall so hard that loose rock bits showered over him and he spit dust as the gravel hit the ground and shouldered his way back to standing upright as Minchum's features smeared and the horrible face of Corban Yaxley appeared and he grinned wickedly, yellowed teeth gleaming in the light of the spells flying between Boot and Evan Rosier now behind them.

"Hullo Alastor," Yaxley hissed.

Moody sneered, "Much is explained!" and he started lashing his wand double speed, striking so fast and hard that all Corban Yaxley could do was cast a shield charm and cower behind it, backing down the corridor into the extreme darkness of the dungeons. "I don't take kindly to people messing about with My Minister!" yelled Moody, "Or my friends, of which Harold Minchum is both!" He backed Yaxley up clear against the wall and, nowhere left to go, Yaxley was forced to fight and he dropped his shield charm and came back at Moody, desperate, their magic linking together for a moment, a long streak of energy throbbing between them, crackling and hissing as they battled. It did not take long for Moody to regain the upper hand, though; Yaxley was weakening.

Evan Rosier spotted what was happening - Yaxley losing to Moody - and he turned to Boot. "STUPEFY!" he shouted violently, and the spell hit Boot clean in the chest, and the auror fell back against the bars of Fabian's cell and slumped to the floor. Rosier shook his sleeves up and Fabian saw a flash of fresh black ink on the boy's wrist - the Dark Mark, newly acquired. His stomach turned at the sight of it. Rosier then turned and he looked to Moody and Yaxley and he started toward them.

"MOODY!" shouted Fabian, not wanting Moody to be caught off guard.

Alastor looked over his shoulder, saw Rosier coming and he broke the engagement with Yaxley to send a spell at Rosier, then back to Yaxley, and he was suddenly battling two duels at once... both Yaxley and Rosier coming at him from different directions and it didn't matter how that Rosier was sixteen and Yaxley was weakened for there's only so much magic that can be produced by one person in a set amount of time and though Moody tried to block and cast in each direction, it was clear that he was struggling to stay on top of both lines of defense.