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'Rue Fosse Aux Loups' is the name of a street in Belgium. Due to the shared French/Dutch heritage of the area, streets often carry both 'Rue' (Fr. Road) and 'Fosse' (Du. 'Canal') I needed a magical sounding name in Belgium for the twins to set up shops. 'The road/canal of wolves' sounded good to me.

The name of the French newspaper: J'Accuse.
Je Accuse/, was a scathing article written by Emile Zola in the Paris literary newspaper, /L'Aurore (The Dawn) on Thursday, Jan. 13, 1898, denouncing the baseless 1894 arrest and conviction for treason, of Capt. Alfred Dreyfus, a Jewish artillery officer in the French army. I have used it as the name of a newspaper in some of my other writings.

Madame -v- Madam. OK.

"Misuer' is a frequently used variation on Monsieur and is spoken 'Mis-u'. I didn't know about the abbreviation.

Del la Paz: He says he's French, he's a Marine, he's got a machinegun. 'Nuff sed. As I said, I don't speak any French you'd want to hear.

M. Delacour didn't invite Susan to dinner to tell her that her Great-aunt was dead, but to ask her if she was willing to accept the protection of the most politically powerful family in wizarding France. In centuries past, an invitation to dinner was often 'polite-eze' for business discussions. After all, as Kahn told Captain Kirk: "Social events are warfare concealed."

If I were in her shoes, I think I'd rather the news came from someone I knew, than from a telegram. And yes, she was attending classes at Beauxbatons at the time, so it would have been appropriate for Mme. Maxime to pass along the invitation.

'Oculus Reparo' was the spell Hermione used (at least in the movie) to repair Harry's glasses on the train.

As for Pomfrey, The Auror really doesn't care. Though I didn't specifically say it, he was a marked Death Eater, which accounts for his use of an unforgivable. He knew that the rest of Dumbledore's gang were to be killed soon anyway.

Fudge saw something he couldn't explain. Something that shouldn't be possible. Suddenly his position of superiority was gone. He lost it. Simple as that.

Malfoy should have died or withered away by now.
I said slowly. I never said how long it would take.

Also not enough info how he, Dumbledore and Fudge survived the years without money and clearly implicated in the murder of a high ministry official.
Dumbledore would have his own cache of gold. While I detest the character, I can easily see him making back-up plans for, as Foghorn Leghorn says: "Just such an emergency." He would also be able to convince his followers that it was imperative they support him. Fudge, has the Malfoy money to fall back upon, along with assumed bribes from other sources. As for the implication of murder, with few exceptions, the wizards hold the goblins in contempt. Who are they gonna believe?

Morituri te Salutat...That's how I learned it, thirty years ago. I do not speak Latin either.

Fight scene...
Harry is on the equivalent of methamphetamine. His movements are going to be uncoordinated but very, very fast. As I said in another review, I watched this happen in San Diego. While serious, it was funny as hell!

And here the impression I got is a spastic whirling Harry who seems to have the time to talk with a Voldemort who seems to be able to follow but not fight like a dark lord...
Perfect! Harry's not talking, he's panting. He's yelling. He's throwing things. If you've ever seen a real gang fight, you'd recognize the tactic. Taunts and curses are part and parcel of such a fight. It's nothing like 'West Side Story'. Voldemort tends, in canon and most fanon, to fight from a distance, where he can observe the reactions of his victims, and counter them. He's also wholly unconcerned about 'collateral damage'. Harry's speed and erratic movements have eliminated this advantage. What's more, his taunts are really infuriating Voldemort, who feels that Harry should have just laid down and died like a good little boy.

Where do those black-robed deatheaters Harry fires those reductors at come from. The only two recognizable ones (and not in black robes) are already stunned.
Fire a pistol into a crowd. You're gonna hit /somebody/. As for where they came from, they were extra stormtroopers from Star Wars. They were hidden among the crowd of reporters under disillusionment charms, waiting for Voldy to show. Harry's surprise attack merely stirred them to action a bit early.

Either Voldemort kills no reporters, or he kills them all.
Sorry, no. To a terrorist, a threat is as good as an action. Voldy knew that Dumbledore didn't want to be seen as the cause of those other eighty deaths.

Crucio isn't a flame whip you can flick from side to side.
There is nothing whatsoever on wand movements in canon or the lexicon.

Dolohov cheering and not paying attention? Artistic license I guess.
Voldemort is a one man show. Given his canon personality, had anyone interfered with his fight, especially given how enraged he was, he's have killed them himself.

How he gets the time to take Tonks' wand and all the rest and find and drink the potion, I don't know...
I read this last night, before I went to bed. This morning, just as an experiment, I tried it. I had my daughter lie on her back with a belt holding a belt knife, and a pouch with three items inside. A perfume bottle, a lipstick and a pair of nail clippers. She had her wand in her hand (I made it for her birthday several years ago) and after running around the block three times, entered the house, and snatched the wand, knife and the perfume bottle from the pouch. My sister timed me. From entering the house, it took me four seconds to get the items and another to upend the perfume bottle over my mouth. If I can do that without any enhancing drugs, imagine what a hopped up Harry could do.

Why would Voldemort be sickened by a blown up Carrow, especially while he is too enraged to notice his diminishing power.
Wouldn't you be? In addition, Voldemort has an ego problem. Like Dumbledore, he believes he is a god.

Maybe I should have said, 'Quickly' -v- 'Carefully'. And I never said it only cut the tendons, just that it cut them. For all anyone knew, it could have cut clean to the bone...or more. He could even have stepped on the still-stunned Voldy's chest, hauled out each hand and cast, then gone after his legs before Voldemort could recover. In either case; I needed Voldemort to be incapable of either rising or using a wand. The shot to the 'nads would only hold him for so long.

Either Harry is extremely fast and Voldemort is able to follow him but his Deatheaters are not, or they (and the Order) are standing around waiting to be killed with the exception of a few who try something but not with the brains of a veteran of several magical fights.
Harry is very fast. (See: methamphetamine, above) The Deez are cowards. With very few exceptions, they are street thugs with wands...not particularly intelligent ones at that. They rely on forbidden curses and overwhelming numbers, and little else. They are also in shock that anyone would dare to attack their lord. And more that their lord would fire into a crowd of his morons...erm, minions. Shock does interesting things to people.

And then comes all the emotional crap.
What's wrong with emotional crap? This is a tragedy. Defined as being 'heaps of emotional crap over a thinly laid plot'.

With Moody hugging but not Augusta Longbottom?
Given the neglect and emotional abuse she's heaped on Neville over the years, can you honestly imagine Augusta Longbottom hugging /anybody/?

Dumbledore saving his plans by exorcising all ghosts in front of the press...
Dumbledore could easily convince the sheeple that he was concerned for their safety, as the malicious ghost was clearly intent on harming them. Wizards are gullible and Dumbledore is an expert at manipulating them. 'Sides, I needed an excuse to knock his ass out.

Well, I thought it was funny.

And, wow, suddenly his Founder drinking buddies appear...
He met the founders while he was dead. They've been watching the BWW and felt they needed to return for some serious ass kicking. They only needed a way to return. The concentration of ethereal energies from all the ghosts gave them one.

And poor McGonagall is the only one who faints...
They were standing apart form the crowd. Nobody else saw them. How would you react had met so revered a group of personalities, them having been dead for a thousand years?

I forgot the quotes. Oopsey.

but I'd put up a warning for "old, now cliché, unbetaed, plotholic story".

I like that! I think I will! Mind if I steal it? Snicker!


Thanks for the most entertaining review.

Alorkin