Thick Of It

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The air shimmered with magic as Jason and three Aurors arrived, immediately drawing the attention of the embattled group. The field, bathed in the eerie glow of spellfire, was chaotic. Harry and Sirius stood back-to-back, deflecting curses from Death Eaters closing in. Ginny ducked , her wand trembling but steady as she hurled a well-aimed Stupefy that clipped a Death Eater's shoulder.

Jason: "Hope I'm not late to the party, Sirius."

Sirius: [grinning through gritted teeth as he deflected a purple curse with Protego] "Just in time, Jason. Took you long enough."

Jason turned to the two Aurors flanking him, their eyes scanning the battlefield with military precision.

Jason: "You two—keep Harry and Ginny safe. Don't let them out of your sight."

The Aurors nodded, darting toward Harry and Ginny. One cast Protego Maxima, forming a shimmering barrier around their position to shield them from stray curses.

Fenrir Greyback, prowling the edges of the fight like a wolf stalking prey, growled when he spotted the newcomers. His twisted grin revealed sharp, yellow teeth.

Fenrir: "It's the bloody Aurors. The Ministry's rats always sniffing where they're not wanted!"

Jason, standing tall and composed amidst the chaos, locked eyes with Fenrir. His wand glinted in the dim light.

Jason: [with a dangerous smile] "Spread out. Nobody leaves this field without a Ministry escort—preferably in chains."

The battle erupted into full chaos. Spells ricocheted off rocks and trees, leaving scorch marks and debris in their wake. Aurors, working in tight formations, advanced strategically, forcing the Death Eaters into tighter clusters.

One Auror fired a Reducto at a boulder, causing it to shatter and send fragments flying, forcing two Death Eaters to dive for cover. Another Auror yelled, "Impedimenta!", slowing a charging Death Eater just long enough to bind him with Incarcerous.

Jason's gaze locked on Bellatrix Lestrange, her wild laughter cutting through the din. She reveled in the chaos, spinning and casting deadly curses with gleeful abandon.

Jason: [mocking her] "Bellatrix, always in the thick of it. Shall we dance?"

Bellatrix: [cackling] "Oh, darling, let's! I'll make you scream like your precious little friends!"

Bellatrix unleashed a Confringo, the blast narrowly missing Jason as he sidestepped and countered with Expulso, forcing her to retreat. The ground between them erupted in an explosion of dirt and grass.

Jason used his wand , to subtly redirect her next Crucio, sending it harmlessly into a tree. His movements were fluid, his spells weaving patterns that Bellatrix struggled to predict.

Sirius, seeing Jason engaging Bellatrix, leaped to his side

Sirius: [hurling a Stupefy at Bellatrix] "Let's finish this, Jason!"

Bellatrix snarled as she deflected the spell with Protego, her once-confident grin faltering as the duo pressed her back.

Jason's spells came faster—Diffindo , Rictusempra , and Levicorpus to hoist her briefly into the air. Bellatrix screamed in fury, landing hard on the ground.

Jason: [taunting] "Where's that laughter now, Bellatrix? Not so funny when you're on the back foot!"

Bellatrix, realizing she was outmatched, began retreating, her wand firing wild curses to cover her escape.

Fenrir Greyback, growling low, charged at Jason with feral speed, his claws gleaming under the moonlight.

Fenrir: "Your head's mine, boy!"

Jason turned just in time, hurling a Stupefy at the werewolf. Fenrir dodged it with inhuman agility, closing the distance rapidly. Jason cast Impedimenta, slowing Fenrir for a moment, but the beast tore through the spell's effects, his strength overpowering the magic.

As Fenrir lunged, Jason unleashed his thread , wrapping lines around Fenrir's limbs and yanking him to the ground. The werewolf snarled and broke free, his claws slashing through the threads.

Fenrir: "You'll have to do better than that!"

Fenrir tackled Jason, knocking his wand from his hand. The two rolled in the dirt, Fenrir's claws raking dangerously close to Jason's face. Jason activated Beast Breathing, his body surging with energy that heightened his reflexes and strength.

As Fenrir lunged in his full wolf form, Jason dodged with blinding speed, unsheathing a hidden blade from his wrist. With a precise movement, he stabbed the blade deep into Fenrir's chest. The werewolf howled in pain, but Jason wasn't finished.

Jason released a surge of electricity, the magic coursing through Fenrir's body. The werewolf convulsed violently, smoke rising from his fur as the electricity fried his nerves.

Jason: [panting, standing over Fenrir's twitching body] "That's for all the children you've terrorized, Greyback."

The battlefield began to quiet as the remaining Death Eaters were subdued or fled. The Aurors rounded up the prisoners, their wands trained on the shackled captives.

Sirius, limping but victorious, clapped Jason on the shoulder.

Sirius: "Well done, kid. Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Lupin, bruised but steady, approached, his expression a mix of awe and gratitude.

Lupin: "You just took down Fenrir Greyback. Not many people can say that."

Jason, exhausted but defiant, wiped blood from his lip and looked at the defeated Death Eaters.

Jason: [smirking] "And that's why you bring the Ministry's rats to the party."

The press conference was in full swing, with magical cameras flashing and quills furiously scribbling on enchanted parchment as reporters clamored to get their questions in. Jason stood at the centre of crowd, his usual sharp suit pristine, and his demeanor calm yet commanding.

Jason: "Hello, citizens. Today marks a significant victory in our fight against the darkness. We've successfully conducted the largest capture of Death Eaters in wizarding history, apprehending nine individuals, including a key member of the Dark Lord's inner circle—Fenrir Greyback."

The crowd erupted into murmurs and scattered applause. Some of the reporters exchanged impressed glances, while others furiously scribbled down every word.

Jason: "This operation is a testament to the combined efforts of the Auror Office and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It shows that we can and will prevail against those who wish to spread terror and chaos."

Jason paused, scanning the crowd briefly. He knew the press too well—this wouldn't end without a curveball. He nodded slightly and stepped back from the podium.

Jason: "Now, if you'll excuse me—"

But before he could leave, a voice cut through the din like a dagger.

Rita Skeeter: "A very noble speech, Mr. Bourne. But when, pray tell, will you or anyone in the Ministry actually take down the Dark Lord? Or is all this just theater? After all, no one's even managed to wound him yet. And—" she added, her tone dripping with faux sympathy, "I hear your family was killed by Death Eaters when you were just a baby. How does that feel, knowing you've barely scratched the surface of avenging them?"

The crowd went silent. All eyes turned to Jason, whose back had stiffened mid-step. Slowly, he turned around, his expression unreadable, though his jaw tightened briefly. Rita's smirk widened, sensing a headline in the making.

Jason: [calmly, his voice steady but with a razor edge]

"A Holiday greeting... I've been meaning to send to Voldemort. I just didn't know how to phrase it until now."

The reporters leaned in, quills poised.

Jason: "My name is Jason Bourne, and I am not afraid of you."

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Jason: "You call yourself a Dark Lord, but you're nothing more than a coward who hides in the shadows. You preach blood supremacy, yet you're a half-blood yourself—a muggle-born masquerading as pureblood royalty. Your philosophy? It's a joke, a desperate lie clung to by those too blind or too scared to think for themselves."

The murmurs turned to a cacophony of voices. Cameras flashed wildly, and even Rita looked momentarily stunned, her quill frozen mid-scratch.

Jason: [leaning slightly in, his voice low and cutting through the chaos]

"You can hide. You can send your followers to fight for you. But sooner or later, Voldemort, you'll slip. And when you do, we'll be ready."

Jason stepped back from the crowd, straightened his coat, and walked away from the swarm of reporters, who were now shouting questions over each other.

As he descended the steps of the Ministry , he muttered under his breath: "She got me "

The press room was in chaos, reporters scrambling to relay Jason's bold declaration. Meanwhile, Rita Skeeter, recovering from her shock, wore a sly grin as she whispered to her photographer.

Rita: [to herself] "Oh, this is going to sell so many copies."