I do not own Harry Potter, I merely wrote this for my own, my friend's, and other people's enjoyment.
I originally only wrote this for my wonderful friend Sennen, dorkickassmeadows, but wanted more people to enjoy it!
I hope I can continue to upload and write this and that you enjoy it.
This is based right in the middle of the battle and yeah...enjoy!
Oh yeah, and the song lyrics are from Mumford & Son's song Below My Feet, I do not own the song or Mumford & Sons and what have you etc.
This is the song, give it a listen if you want: watch?v=FHnGJvYmQKg
1– Broken Marble
(Below My Feet: When all I knew was steeped in blackened holes
I was lost)
Fire was falling from the sky. Charcoal wood, rubble and stone littered the steps in front of me. The night was cold for early May, far too cold. The roof above our heads was open to an endless sea of black and orange. I didn't know what I was doing there. I should have been in my dormitory, safe, underground, with the other Hufflepuffs. Yet, I couldn't leave them. They had snuck out: to join the fight, to join history. We were going to die tonight.
I started down the steps before me. All of a sudden, the wall next to me exploded in a flash of purple and blue and two hooded figures came bounding out from the hole, locked in a vicious battle. Each one throwing curses and hexes at the other and each one dodging and blocking as best they could. One of the hooded figures was wearing a mask, which turned in my direction. I was thrown backwards and slammed against the banister with a loud bang. Gasping for breath, I reached for my wand in my trouser pocket, expecting a second punishing attack, but it never came. I looked over, with watering eyes, at where the two figures had been but they had both disappeared. I stood up, clutching a gashed thigh, my ears ringing, to find that the stairs before me had vanished.
I could see the doorway a floor below me, and the other stairs that led away from it but not the stairs I had been standing on moments before. I looked down and saw two black cloaks, flanked with marble and an abundance of blood on the staircase beneath me. Still, the battle raged on around them. People below, fought past the bodies; they ran, battled, killed their attackers. Beams and bursts of light illuminated coloured stains on the walls.
The door to the right of me flew off its hinges, and a masked man, covered in cuts, raised his wand. I realised too late I was a floating target.