The Last Ride
By Phoenix Ash
The skies were gray, Harry observed. Not exactly the last sky he wanted to see before he died. Voldemort's forces were right outside the wards. He gathered the D.A., which had been reorganized after Dumbledore's death to ensure the school's safety, and they waited in a courtyard. He let them say their goodbyes, for many would not return. Then, the unique sound of spells hitting the wards resounded in their ears.
"Positions!" Harry barked. The D.A. grabbed their brooms and formed four, straight lines. Luna, Neville, Hermione, and Ron stood in front of the lines. Ginny stood next to him, leading the others.
"Mount!" His voice echoed across the school grounds. They obliged and then Harry took off, followed by the others. They took their time.
"Harry." Ginny said from next to him. He took his gaze away from the mass of death eaters below and looked at her beautiful face.
"Harry, I love you." He noticed a tear fall down her cheek.
"I love you too." A moment of clarity passed between them. No words were necessary. They knew how much their love was for each other. He wiped the tear from her cheek and kissed her, hoping it wouldn't be his last. They pulled away and he looked into her deep brown eyes. Then he turned to the D.A.
"Many of you have lost someone to them." He pointed to the death eaters. "They have taken away our beloved headmaster!" a roar erupted from the student's lips, one of fury and hate. "They have taken away our loved ones!" another roar. "They will not take away our school and friends without a fight!" this time the roar rang out ten times louder.
"I have one more order." Harry said. He looked at every one of the faces that looked back at him. "Live. Live so you can give those bastards hell!" he swiveled his broom around and drew the sword of Gryffindor, a gift given to him by McGonagall.
Then, with a battle cry to rival all others, they dove at the dark forces like hawks.
Time seemed to slow as they descended, savoring the moment of heroes. Harry wasn't sure who of the D.A. threw the first spell, but time suddenly came into focus as they flew right over the death eaters' heads, making it seem as if the heavens were raining spells.
They came around for another pass. And another. Then, as they went around for the fourth pass, fire balls flew up to meet them. Several members were dislodged from their brooms and fell into their impending doom.
This is madness. Harry thought. "Prepare to land!" he shouted. They came to where the Order and students fought hand in hand against the Death eaters. Harry jumped from his broom and somersaulted in the air, bringing Gryffindor's sword down on an unsuspecting victim. He drew his wand and shot dead a man who was attacking Luna.
Every breath he took was for Ginny. In. Ginny. Out Ginny. Every time he struck a blow with the sword or shot a spell it was for Ginny. Every time he was struck he knew he couldn't fall because of her. His love for Ginny could keep him alive. Harry knew what he fought for, and nothing, nothing could stand in his way.
I know that was short, but more are coming. This is my first attempt at a one-shot so don't be too hard on me.