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*narrator pov* 

The man braced himself for the onslaught, his wand blazing with defiance as the Death Eaters closed in, their malevolent laughter echoing through the stormy night. He could see their eyes gleaming through the slits of their masks, cold and cruel, as they prepared to strike. His heart pounded in his chest, his every instinct screaming to protect his family, even as the odds stacked against him seemed insurmountable.

But then, just as the first Death Eater raised his wand to deliver a fatal curse, the air around them crackled with sudden energy. A sharp, deafening crack rang out, followed by another, and another. The man blinked in shock as, out of nowhere, figures began to appear all around the battlefield, their robes billowing as they materialized from thin air.

A group of wizards, their faces obscured by blank silver masks, had arrived. They moved with purpose, their wands already blazing as they launched themselves into the fray. The leader, a tall wizard with a commanding presence, raised his wand and shouted, "Protego!" A shimmering barrier erupted between the man and the Death Eaters, deflecting the incoming curses with a burst of light.

"Fall back!" the silver-masked leader commanded, his voice carrying over the sounds of battle. The man didn't need to be told twice. He retreated, his heart hammering with a mix of relief and disbelief, as the masked wizards took up the fight.

The battle that ensued was a whirlwind of light and sound, a chaotic dance of magic that filled the air with flashes of brilliant color. The wizards who had come to their aid fought with practiced precision, their spells crackling through the night like bolts of lightning. One wizard, her silver mask glinting in the dim light, moved with the grace of a dancer, her wand spinning in tight, controlled arcs as she sent curses flying at the Death Eaters. A stream of golden flames erupted from her wand, coiling through the air like a serpent before slamming into two of the attackers, sending them sprawling with pained cries.

Another wizard, short but stocky, conjured a barrage of sharp, crystalline shards that shot forward like arrows. The shards struck true, shattering against the Death Eaters' shields, forcing them to break formation. He followed up with a powerful blast of wind that sent several Death Eaters tumbling backward, their cloaks flapping wildly as they struggled to regain their footing.

The silver-masked leader, clearly a veteran of many battles, moved with the speed and agility of a much younger man. He darted between the Death Eaters, his wand a blur as he alternated between attack and defense. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a thick wall of stone from the earth itself, cutting off several of the attackers and forcing them to redirect their assault. His eyes blazed with intensity behind the blank mask as he dueled with one of the masked figures, their wands clashing in a furious exchange of spells that sent sparks flying in all directions.

The Death Eaters, caught off guard by the sudden reinforcement, found themselves on the defensive. But they were nothing if not relentless. A tall, wiry Death Eater in a tattered cloak snarled and launched a volley of dark curses at the silver-masked leader, his voice twisted with anger. The curses twisted through the air, black tendrils of energy that seemed to suck the light from the very atmosphere.

But the leader was ready. With a powerful sweep of his wand, he conjured a shimmering, ethereal shield that absorbed the dark magic, dissipating it into harmless wisps of smoke. He retaliated with a flash of white light that struck the Death Eater square in the chest, sending him flying backward with a scream of pain.

All around the man's family home, the battle raged on. The ground shook with the force of the spells being cast, and the very air seemed to crackle with energy. The masked wizards and Death Eaters moved with incredible speed, their forms flickering in and out of sight as they Apparated to dodge attacks or gain the upper hand. Jets of light—red, green, blue—streaked across the night, illuminating the battlefield in a kaleidoscope of colors.

In the midst of the chaos, the man caught sight of a Death Eater slipping away from the main fight, his wand trained on the cellar door. Panic surged through him, but before he could react, one of the silver-masked wizards intercepted the attacker. With a quick, precise spell, the wizard disarmed the Death Eater, his wand flying into the air. The wizard then followed up with a stunning spell that sent the Death Eater crumpling to the ground, unconscious.

As the tide of battle turned in favor of the defenders, the Death Eaters began to falter. One by one, they were overwhelmed by the sheer force and skill of the silver-masked wizards who had come to the man's aid. Some fell, while others, realizing they were outmatched, began to Disapparate with sharp cracks, retreating into the night like shadows.

Finally, the last of the Death Eaters vanished, leaving behind a battlefield littered with the remnants of their attack. The man, breathing heavily, lowered his wand and surveyed the scene, his heart still racing. The storm had begun to subside, the dark clouds parting to reveal a sky tinged with the faint glow of approaching dawn.

The silver-masked leader approached him, his wand now lowered, his face a mirror of blank silver, but his voice was filled with concern. "Are you all right?" he asked, his tone gentle now, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior he had been moments before.

The man nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Thank you," he managed to say, the words heavy with the weight of all that had just happened. "You saved us."

The leader gave a small, reassuring nod. "We couldn't let them take another family," he said simply. "You're safe now."

As the other silver-masked wizards began to gather around, checking on the man's family and securing the area, the man felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over him. They had been saved—against all odds, they had survived. 

The shortest member of the defenders turned toward the well-built leader, "Wnh don't we just kill these waste," his accent wasn't British it sounded Asian 

The leader scoffed, "I would if we could don't want the pompous Brits to throw a fit and put us in the pin," his accent was distinctly American 

Just as he finished talking several pops were heard and the Aurore flooded the house, "Auros! KEEP YOUR HANDS UP!" The lead barked 

The leader put his hands up signaling for his allies to do the same, "Stop! They saved me and my family!" the man yelled in urgency 

"Identify yourself," the auror demanded but with much less hostility 

"My name is I'm an accountant for the prophet, please let me check on my family," the father now identified pleaded in worry 

"Very well check on your family but come back we still have some questions," The lead Auror then turned to signal for his men to start arresting the fallen death eaters 

"Now who are you lot? Some sort of vigilantes yeah that's a crime you know," 

The leader put his arms down and wand away, "I am a hit wizard, a part of the sage eye group. Codenamed Boston," 

"Huh," The Auror stared at the man and then the group, "Haven't heard of it before," 

"We are relatively new but, our license is here," he passed several papers indicating his identity as a hit wizard 

"Hmm, and who gave you the go-ahead to operate on British soil? All of the hit wizard agencies that we have operating here are already vetted and given the necessary paperwork you don't have that," The Auror pointed out 

"Ah, about that, we were coming to Britain to offer our services and file for the paperwork when one of our members decided they wanted to go to stop at the pub, and next thing we know someone is screaming for help so we helped. I hope you don't mind," The leader spoke smoothly 

"Hm, I can't arrest you as you just acted in defense of others and there are no bodies. But, I will have to ask you to stay in a local inn while I talk to my superiors. Here is the address, we will be in contact shortly," 

***

"Hit wizards you say?" Rufus Scrimgeour asked while flipping through the report 

"Yes sir, well trained too. I'd say retired or current duelist," 

"Hmm, I see well we have a Wizengamot session tomorrow so I will bring it up then. Did they say where their agency is based?" he asked 

The Auror looked briefly embarrassed, "Ah I forgot to ask," 

"It's alright we will find out shortly, you can inform them that a decision over their request to help will be put out shortly," 

"Yes, sir,"