The sound was intense, screaming, gurgling and pained shrieks that would haunt the dreams of any man, echoed off the walls, the floors and the ceilings. It wasn't like the shriek of a banshee or a hinkypunk but something unworldly and strange, alien and grotesque. George felt the hair on his arms raise up, his skin crawling. It was hard to truly comprehend that the things before them were wizards, muggles and witches only they'd been forced into a unnatural state. Never peaceful. Never silent. Always angry. Never free. However, he carried on, joining in the constant battle to destroy each of the creatures before they destroyed the Ministry. 

As the battle drew on, people began to notice the plan form. George pulled from his attack and watched Caroline. She was incredibly smart. He turned back to the oncoming horde and spyed the large fire. Others began to understand too, piling more and more of their own magic onto the fire, helping to build it higher and higher. Emilie, a tall, pale girl he believed worked in St Mungo's department within the Ministry changed up her tactics to defensive spells. With a raise of her wand she pushed herself to project a shield between the growing fire whose flames now licked eight feet tall, and those who were casting. Another Auror joined in too, helping the girl to keep them all protected. The inferi were strong and a threat but so was the huge fire that was building up. 

Soon the smell of the attack was drifting back to them. It was a thick stench; if clung to the throats of the smeller, forcing itself to be breathed again and again. There was no stopping it. The smell had a similar consistency to treacle, thick, black and sickly. Some of the volunteers covered their mouths, desperate to keep back the smell of burnt and charred flesh, most of which was already rotting. It was a powerful aroma, I unpleasant and almost toxic. It felt like a smog, flooding the lungs upon intake. Many coughed and spluttered, unable to take the taste that lingered on their throat and along their tongue.

"What's your plan, Quinn?" George asked, adding to the protected fire once more. She was more clever than he'd anticipated, especially after he'd previously expected her to be fleeing the Ministry after his awful prep-talk. He knew full well she'd follow him down and fight to the death, yet her intelligence shocked him completely. Whatever she was planning was brilliant, the horde were travelling slower, pushing back from the flames. At least You Know Who hadn't released an army of dementors, upon them all. He couldn't expect anyone to deal with those. He knew the Auror's could handle it, yet Dementors weren't slow. They'd suck the souls from everyone around, without mercy. 

In the moments he dwelled on the subject, George felt his stomach lurch and his heart race. His hands became clammy and it took him a moment to recompose his demeanour and his composure but soon he was done, adding to the flames once more.