Before I start this story, I want to say that I hope you can look past the fact that my main character is an OC and try to enjoy it.
I really do love reviews, both the good and the bad so just go ahead and let me know what you think.
Oh! And the title comes from Charlotte Martin's "Your Armor", so it will come into play later on in the story.
Thank you~
Your Armor
Preface
Everything went silent the moment Aurora was hit with the curse, her body falling seemingly lifeless to the ground. Draco, the one the curse was pointed at, jumped up towards her, arms arcing around the girl and pulling her into his chest.
"Don't you dare die on me", he whispered; a single tear falling down his cheek. Draco moved one of his hands to her dark hair, as if doing so might bring her back.
Bellatrix chewed nervously on her bottom lip, glancing sheepishly at the Dark Lord. He was going to be angry with her. The orders had been to keep the girl alive, out of the war, but now look what happened. The foolish girl not only got involved but she also stepped in front of a curse that was meant for that traitor of a Malfoy.
She was both relieved and terrified by the emotionless expression the Dark Lord's face held. This could mean one of two things, either he was furious or he did not care that she was dead. Bellatrix hoped for the latter.
She was pulled from her thoughts as the mediwitch, Poppy, trudged towards the fallen girl; pulling her from Draco's clutches so she could examine her. Two chubby fingers made their way to Aurora's pulse and a soft, relieves smile touched the witch's lips. "She's alive, but just barely", she said, "She needs immediate medical attention".
Draco nodded and looked around frantically for some form of way the three of them could escape to a part of Hogwarts that was not currently rubble. This would be easier said than done..
The Dark Lord's mood was beginning to sour more than it already had been. He was beginning to feel that itch to kill again. The girl would be fine, so he saw no reason to stand around and gape, like a fish out of water. He drew his wand and scanned for his next victim.
Bellatrix grinned cruelly as she rose her wand, eyeing a specific red head in the crowd. Molly noticed this and stepped in front of her daughter, glaring daggers at the insane witch as she aimed her wand. The red head, Ginny, glanced towards Aurora and bit her lip, stepping out from behind her mother.
"Oi! Voldemort, I know you're a sick bastard but are you really going to continue this now. You heard Poppy, she needs medical attention", she called, trembling slightly from the anticipation of being killed, "or are you going to continue to deny her the only thing she has ever wanted?"
Snake-like eyes narrowed as the Dark Lord looked towards Ginny, obviously ticked off by her sudden outburst. "And what would that be, little girl?" he hissed.
"How could you be so foolish? She may not like you but the only thing she has ever wanted from you was something to show that you're not the heartless bastard you make yourself out to be. Something to show that you care that she's of your blood", Ginny replied, beginning to feel bolder now that he was at least giving her the chance to talk.
"My protection should have been more than enough to satisfy her needs", The Dark Lord replied, looking elsewhere.
Ginny growled at this and stomped over to the man, all rationality out the door. "Don't you get it? She didn't want your protection. She wanted to know if there was some part of her that cared about her more than just some obligation because she's your daughter!", she practically yelled, "and now is your chance to do that! If there's any part of you that even slightly cares about her you'll let Draco and Poppy take her to be helped and pause this silly war until she gets back on her feet!"
Voldemort paused, considering the witch's words. He looked towards Aurora, eyes remaining emotionless. The girl was horribly pale by now, her breathing quite shallow and her skin held a thin layer of sweat on its surface. She would not last much longer without medical attention.
"Very well", he said, crossing his arms in slight defeat, "Draco and Poppy may take her to get medical attention, but as soon as she is well, the fight continues".
Draco nodded and scooped Aurora into his arms, making a break for where the Room of Requirement ought to be, Poppy following after him quickly. They both could only hope that the room would show itself, for if not… Aurora would die.