A/N: Written for the songfic challenge over at the Bellatrix Lestrange forum. Songfics aren't my favorite genre, but I gave it a try! The song is Modern Crusaders by Enigma.
Don't look back We're not submissive, we're not aggressive
The time has come
All the pain turns into love
But they think we can't defend...
It was precisely two minutes after midnight when seven hooded figures appeared at various points along the Muggle street. They did not look at each other--they didn't need to.
They stood for a moment, as if waiting for something.
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
We have the power to face the future
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our rights
One of the figures, tall and slender and distinctly feminine, began to walk. The others followed her, although they kept their distance; it almost seemed as if she was the moon and they were her shadows. When she waved a pale hand in the air, they obediently melted into the darkness.
She was alone.
Confidently, she strode to the nearest house, pausing slightly at the door. Then, she raised that white hand again and knocked three times, clearly and distinctly.
They're accusing, like always without knowing Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
What is just fiction or what is the truth
They have no mission, they have no passion
But they dare to tell us what's bad and what's good!
We have the power who'll face the future
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our fights
The door opened. A man appeared from the shadows, dressed in his nightclothes. His little eyes flitted on to the woman's face, and he opened his mouth as if to speak--
"Avada Kedavra!"
The force of her spell sent him flying backwards. A flash of green light, and then...
est affectus quod per sortem nunc obdurat
et defectus
semper in angaria.
(drive on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.)
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!
(since Fate
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!)
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
(first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty,
power)
She pocketed her wand, closed the door carefully, and stepped down the stairs. The moon shone bright overhead, and as the woman walked back down the street her shadows came to join her.
The group halted at a light. The woman once again drew her wand. An incantation, a flash of light, and a horror beyond imagining: a snake-like creature dominating the night sky.
Laughing, they disappeared.
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive!
We have the power who'll face the future
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our fights
