I was wondering whether this would be classed as T or M? What do you think?. First fanfic, so please R&R and enjoy (:
-I'm creating a playlist with the music I see fit for the story. For more info, check chapter 2 (: -
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Nicholas Hooper (Harry potter and the half-blood prince) - Inferii in the firestorm (I know that's the most uncreative thing I could have put in there, but I think it fits.)
Howard Shore (The lord of the rings[the complete recordings]) - The Eagles ft. Renée Fleming (don't really know why, but it's beautiful anyway)
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-I do not own this or anything in it. Some quotations from the seventh book are included, I do not claim credit for any of those either.-
"Watch it!" George Weasley cast a stunning spell over his twin brother's shoulder, hitting the masked death eater straight in the torso, flinging him backwards like a glove. Another spell passed by his right ear, or rather what used to be his right ear and hit another enemy right between the eyes. "Mind the hole, will you?" He said grinning to his older brother Percy as he sent off several spells towards the hoard of death eaters.
"That's old stuff, George. You've already..-" Fred turned to face three aggressive opponents; "Depulso!" They vanished into thin air. George suspected not even Fred knew where they were sent to, "the whole holey-thing just doesn't cut it anymore. You have to keep it fresh!" His twin brother snickered, battling off two more death eaters as he did.
Behind them, George could suddenly spot Harry, Hermione and Ron. Ah, he thought, the more the better. The trio joined them and bit by bit they fought off the death eaters, sending them flying or petrifying them or turning them into solid rock. "Screw the rest of the order, we know this shit! Furnunculus! Everte statum!" The screaming death eater was thrown backwards and left writhing in pain on the floor from the huge boils which were spontaneously growing all over the man's body. "That's-" He was cut short, and George knew why because he too could feel the change that had suddenly come over the corridor. Unease, fright and unhappiness seemed to settle itself like a cloak over their heads and it quickly grew extremely cold.
"No, not now.." He heard Harry whisper behind him and Hermione put a hand over her mouth to cover a tiny gasp.
"It's not..?" Even Fred seemed to lack words for the beings that mercilessly was gliding towards them.
"..Dementors." George finished. They weren't within sight yet but they all knew that this could be nothing else. Harry raised his wand, as did Hermione and Ron. It grew colder and colder and a strong feeling of nauseating fright and depression filled every pore of George's body. They had no chance, you-know-who would be victorious and they would all be brutally slaughtered for resisting his uprise to power. He tried to remain focused and not give in to the spell, eyes fixed at the corner of the corridor to spot the dementor before it spotted them.
There was not one dementor gliding towards them silent as death itself. There were at least twenty dark figures floating through the air, their long black cloaks swaying about them as they approached mercilessly. All sense of happiness left George and he was standing alone on top of a mountain, surrounded by his family lying slaughtered and molested on the ground. There was his mother with a dagger through her heart, his father, barely recognizable now that the snake had finished what it started two years ago in the department of mysteries, Ron, Ginny, even Fred lay dead, his face torn and his clothes covered in pulsating blood... He shook his head violently, determined not to let the magic cloud his mind. Beside him stood his brother well alive although a lot paler than usual and staring aghast at the creatures who were closing in.
Hermione's patronus, a silver otter appeared first of all to defend the party, closely followed by Ron's terrier. George looked in surprise at his brother and Hermione, then spotted their joined hands and tightly entwined fingers and smirked faintly. Harry's silver stag joined the two already present and the three fought bravely. But it wasn't enough. The patronuses were slowly falling back, allowing the dementors to advance even further.
"I think it may be our turn now!" Fred's voice seemed to come from a distance but it gave some strength back to George, who raised his wand along with his twin brother.
"After you, my brother." They had never been able to produce full-sized patronuses before but even though they might just create puffs of smoke, it would be better than nothing. George tried his best to conjure a happy memory to mind. Immediately the twin's shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes appeared vividly in front of him. Fred standing by the puking pastilles, handing out free samples to an unsuspecting group of first-years. George grinned and suddenly, the dementors did not seem as big a threat as before. He peered at his brother and realized almost instantly that he was imagining the same thing as he was. Together they bellowed;
"Expecto Patronum!" From the tip of his wand burst suddenly a tiny, fox-like creature with enormous ears. From Fred's sprang a larger creature more resembling a tiny wolf. George's fennec fox and Fred's mighty coyote ran furiously at the dementors who fell back quickly and did not try to attack again. They cheered in delight as the patronuses faded into nothing, all except Fred's and George's, who seemed reluctant to disappear now that they finally had been conjured. The coyote leaped around the room, peering at the friends with mischief in its pure blue eyes. Suddenly it charged at the fennec who lunged itself at the coyote in a playful fight and they both exploded in an enormous cloud of silvery smoke.
"Mine's clearly more awesome than yours." Was the first thing Fred managed to say, crossing his arms in determination.
"My fox is the bomb. Your beast will scare the ladies off." Said George in what could have been a sophisticated tone of voice.
"Mine's bigger and stronger. It could snap the legs off your poor cat in a heartbeat."
"Size doesn't matter, dearest brother, as I'm sure you'd know all about..-"
"Duck!" shouted Ron. They all reacted by instinct and the killing curse hit a painting behind them. Ron sent off a stunning spell, knocking a death eater to the ground and revealing none other than the minister himself approaching with a vicious smile on his lips, surrounded by a band of heavy body guards.
"Hello, minister!" Percy exclaimed and sent a curse straight at Thicknesse. It hit him in the chest and he fell to the ground, clawing at an invisible object which seemed to hold him down heavily and preventing him from speaking or even breathing at all. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
"You're joking, Perce!" bellowed Fred with delight as he and George shot spells of their own making at the body guards, causing them to lose arms, legs, start vomiting or have flowers grow like hair on their heads, the roots corrupting their minds and rendering them unconscious if not worse. "You actually are joking, Perce... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-"
The world suddenly exploded into bits of rock, dust and pain as the wall in front collapsed by the force of an extremely powerful spell. The death eaters they had been duelling disappeared underneath the massive heap of rubble and a scream, possibly Hermione's filled the corridor. George was in the middle of it all and flung his arms over his head. He managed to avoid the largest bricks except for a minor few bruising his arms.
Silence settled. A pressured silence in which none knew what to do or what really had happened. Faintly the sound of duelling wizards could be heard but other than that there was nothing.
'Fred.' The thought, the silent call came to George from nowhere. It struck him as odd that he did not get a reply, although he knew that his brother obviously could not hear it. Still, something seemed to have changed. Unease, almost panic spread in his body and he did not know why. 'Fred.' The thought was a command now, not a call. He raised his head and looked up, into the eyes of Harry, Hermione and Ron. Percy groaned, stirring slightly on the floor. George looked around for his brother. In chock his stomach cringed when he realized he was nowhere to be found.
"Fred." He spoke the thought that nagged him, calling for his brother. The others froze when they realized what he was doing. George turned and stood up. "Fred?" He gasped, then choked as his stomach seemed to turn inside out. Among the rubble of rock, death eaters and brick there was a discernible bulge, as though something had been completely covered by the remains of the wall. "F-Fred..." George dropped to his knees, ignoring the searing pain from the gravel piercing the skin and probably fracturing his kneecap. Now he could feel what was wrong. He felt empty, as though something was missing, something that had always been there. Panic rising he furiously dug at the stones at one end of the human-shaped bulge. The red hair gave the person away before George had even managed to brush the dust off his brother's lacerated face, Fred's last smile, though contorted still lingering on his lips.
"No! Fred!"