"Name it, Nott!" he ended with a snarl.
Nott never said a word as he continued to lie there and whimper.
"Lord Potter, don't!" he heard from behind.
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As the Auror Ready Reaction Team portkeyed into the middle of Hogsmeade, already facing out with wands drawn, they were met with the scene of three teens, a boy and two girls, rushing to the aide of two other teens, two girls, lying on the ground and wounded. Another teen was charging across the space between the girls and the buildings, clearly determined to hurt someone. And others were either running away or rushing to help.
The Ready Reaction Team were exactly as the name suggested. When something urgent occurred, they were always together and standing - or, rather, quietly sitting when not training - waiting for the moment when they had to get somewhere fast due to an emergency. As the risk of the escaped Dumbledore going to Hogsmeade was considered such an emergency, they were on their feet, their team leader - already authorised to do so - immediately created a portkey for the emergency site and they were gone. From the time Bones ordered the Team to go to when they actually did, was less than twenty seconds.
"My front!" barked the one who saw them first. That had the other four spin to where he was facing.
"I see no hostiles," said one.
"Down between Gladrags and Scrivenshaft's," said the first, already hurrying forward.
As the RR Team quickly moved forward, while also scanning their surroundings, the team healer bent down to check both downed teens. One, the brunette, had taken a cutting curse to the upper right arm, but seemed to be holding it firm, causing only slight bleeding. However, the blood was already running down past her elbow.
Quickly checking the second, the field medi-wizard of the Team discovered the girl to have taken a bludgeoning curse to the shoulder. She had what appeared to be a broken humerus, scapula acromion and possibly clavicle. She wouldn't die from it, but it would be incredibly painful.
"Broken arm and shoulder," she said to the girl, keeping it simple. "Don't try and move it too much." She gave the girl a quick pain relief potion and forced her to take it before turning back to the first.
Vanishing the sleeve right from under the girl's offhand before then pulling a vial of Essence of Dittany out of her medi-pouch, she said, "I need you to move your hand, Miss."
Gently, Hermione pulled her hand away and, as she did so, the medi-wizard gently poured the essence over it. A few seconds later, as the skin and tissue inside the wound bubbled, it stopped bleeding.
Pulling the vial away she said, "That'll hold it until you get back to the castle and Madam Pomfrey, which I must ask you to make all due haste to return to."
"Pomfrey's gone," said Hermione, checking her wound out. "A Healer Robinson is the medi-wizard of the school now."
"Right," said the medi-wizard. "I'd forgotten."
Hermione, looking past the medi-wizard wearing aurors robes, asked, "Where's Harry?" She indicated the narrow alley and said, "He went charging down there after Nott and his flunkies, who ambushed us."
As they'd been talking, more aurors began to arrive in force, seconds apart and in groups of four. Then started immediately corralling the kids and ordering them back to the school.
When one Ravenclaw tried to complain, the auror just glared back and said, "DMLE orders! Obey or be arrested. Your choice!"
That was more than enough to get those hesitant to return to the castle, moving. As they were doing so, the carriages waiting for them were immediately leaving as soon as they had at least five kids in them.
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In the narrow alleyway, three of the aurors of the Team of five had just charged in to see Lord Potter standing over a prone and whimpering boy while two others were unconscious on the ground behind him. Neither appeared to have been magically attacked, but both were just as clearly unconscious. One of the aurors nominally based at the castle was standing back just a bit with his wand drawn.
Potter appeared to be demanding of the third boy which form of curse he preferred to be killed by.
The senior Senior Auror of the Team, out in front with his remaining two Team members back a pace and watching, said, "Lord Potter, don't!
Harry never moved. He stood there with his wand tip glowing with what appeared to be a ribbon severing charm. A lethal cutting curse considered quite grey, but not dark. And that was because any injury from it that wasn't immediately fatal could be healed, including severed limbs being reattached.
"Come on, Nott!" snarled the boy. "Name the method of your death!"
"Lord Potter!" the auror barked. "Aurors! Please stand down!"
Not taking his eyes off his 'opponent', Harry snarled back. "This piece of shit attacked and injured the bonded... two bonded... of the Lord of a Noble and Most Ancient House! It. Is. My. Right... To end him!"
"I'm aware!" said the Auror carefully stepping closer, but not too fast, worrying he'd startle the young Lord into carrying out his threat before he could talk him out of it. "Please, Lord Potter. Let us Aurors deal with him."
A long moment later, Harry allowed his wand tip to dim and he slowly lowered it back to his side. "You're a lucky boy, Nott. These Aurors just saved you from dying, here and now, lying in the dirt of an out-of-the-way laneway.
"However, if I find you ever again in Hogwarts, your life will be immediately forfeit; as will the lives of your two minions, here. Got me?"
Still whimpering, Nott could only nod as he continued to hold his 'boys', wishing he could simply pass out from the pain until he was healed.
As the Senior auror came up alongside Harry, he asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"He attacked my right foot with his testicles," said Harry.
That had the auror pause for a moment while he figured that one out. Then he smirked and asked, "How's your foot, then?"
"I think he bruised it," said Harry.
"Need a Healer to take a look?" the auror asked him.
Before Harry could reply Nott moaned, "Yyyyeeeessss."
The auror looked down and said, "I wasn't asking you, Prisoner Nott. Oh, by the way, you're under arrest for attacking the Lord of a Noble and Most Ancient House, plus for attacking the bonded... two counts... of a Lord of a Noble and Most Ancient House, causing severe injury to both. Are you going to get up, or do I just portkey you from off the ground?"
Nott just moaned and whimpered.
"I'll take that as, 'Portkey me from off the ground, thanks'," said the Auror.
Once portkeys were dropped onto all three, one of the aurors portkeyed out with them to the DMLE holding cells.
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