Authors note- I got the idea of writing this from Viva Forever by Willow.
Disclaimer - I don't own the songs mentioned- the singers do, or Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy etc.
Part One
It's illusions I recall…
Bows and flows of Angel hair,
And ice cream castles in the air…
And feathered canyons everywhere.
It hovered, like a predatory hawk, and selected its prey. Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Yes .The boy wanted power. He wanted to be known. Well, he was about to get the power he longed for…
Seven decades later, Draco Malfoy lay back and considered the past three years.
Or, rather, he lay back as far as his manacled limbs allowed him. Ironically, it was the very same dungeon he used to have potions in. It was, although he didn't know it, the same dungeon that Hagrid was framed for murder in.
Voldemort hadn't just taken over. He had literally crushed opposition. It was only the fact that the Malfoy family had substantial dark ties that stopped him being mincemeat along with the rest of his year. In fact, Voldemort had been surprisingly lenient with him when he was found out to be a spy for Harry Potter. He hadn't had life sentence at Azkaban. Or been executed. Draco didn't know what his sentence was yet, but it had to be better than death or Azkaban.
I've looked at clouds that way.
But know they only block the sun,
And rain and snow on everyone,
So many things I should have done,
But clouds got in my way.
Colin Creevy miserably gazed at the hundreds of thousands of Voldemort's troops. It had taken them just three years to lay siege to and destroy most of the world. First America. Then most of Europe. Hogwarts fell next. Colin sniffed as he remembered the hopeless massacre. In the first wave of invasion Ginny Weasly, Professor Flitwick and Milicent Bulstrode were the only ones outside. The unlikely trio had frozen and then ran for it when several hundred troops thundered up the lawns. Some of them were just ordinary bewitched muggles in camouflaged uniforms. Some were trolls, and hags. The all had one thing in common. As a twisted kind of uniform they all had painted there face dark blue with a red star on it. The frightened students and a bewildered Professor hurtled towards the school. How the army had got past the protecting spells, no one knew.
The first death's meaning became terrifyingly clear. A pureblood Slytherin was found in a corridor savagely ripped to pieces. A crude message was scrawled in black above his body on the wall.
It read- NoONe IS sAfE.
Colin was hiding in probably the last safe place in Britain. It was an old, derelict bomb-shelter. It was found in the back of Ronald Weasley's house. Probably built when it was just a normal house for muggles. Anyway, it had been manually expanded. In other words, they had managed to dig out a series of tunnels (extending for about a mile), since Voldemort could track magic. By 'they' he meant the last free survivors of Hogwarts: Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Vincent Crabbe, Seamus Finnigan, Justin Finch-Fletchly, Professor Binns and Professor Granger
It was a good job they had Hermione Granger, thought Colin. Professor Binns was a ghost. Even at twenty, Crabbe was all muscle no brain. Seamus and Dean were too busy with their own personal anguish at seeing their friends murdered to be bothered with surviving.
Lavender was so pale and quiet no-one expected her to last much loner. She hardly ever ate and spent days at a time outside in Diagon Alley (now more like Knockturn Alley) staring at Voldemort's soldiers. Just staring, not being recognised. Sooner or later her luck would run out.
Justin Finch-Fletchly was terrified out of his wits. Although a year older than Colin he was a Hufflepuff, and preferred too ignore Voldemort, and pretend he wasn't there.
And Colin himself was the youngest. He could look almost disarmingly innocent and stupid and that often worked the their favour.
A hideous shriek broke his reverie. Voldemorts troops had finally found them.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
From rain and shine,
And still somehow,
It's clouds illusions I recall…
