Beside the vast battlefield Dumbledore and Voldemort had created, Sirius carried the still-weakened Harry on his back as he traded blows with Bellatrix, who had lost a hand.
To be fair, although both Blacks were mad in their own ways, their spellcasting was superb.
Their wands danced up and down like swords, sparks bursting from their tips as flashes of light flew back and forth. From time to time, they sidestepped gracefully to avoid the green light of the Killing Curse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Confringo!"
"Protego!"
Of course, even as they exchanged attacks, the cousins showed each other no mercy with their words.
"Sirius, I hear you spent quite a while as a crippled dog. You've disgraced every shred of the Black family's elegance."
"You ugly hag, Bellatrix, you're in no position to talk. You're surrounded, and you're still wasting time fighting me."
"Hmph, the master's power is beyond your imagination. You'd better think about how to keep me from killing you. You're as weak as ever."
"Hmph..."
On Sirius's back, Harry had recovered some strength. Seeing his godfather's skill, he could not help praising him.
"Brilliant!"
Then he struggled to get down from Sirius's back.
"Put me down. I can manage now."
Sirius did not stop him. After deflecting one of Bellatrix's spells, he turned to Harry, who had found his footing, and instructed him.
"It's too dangerous here. I need you to leave right-"
Before he could finish, Harry pushed his head down, nearly sending him sprawling and saving him from the green light of the Killing Curse shooting in from the side.
Bellatrix's husband, Rodolphus, had come to support his wife.
Voldemort had now realized Harry was alive. Furious but unable to break away, he could only order the huddled Death Eaters to kill Harry.
In the end,