so if any of you lovely, lovely people want to give me an idea I'm pretty sure I can get the juices following again. :3 So, here's the prolog for ny new story, read it, digest it, let it settle and tell me what you all think. A pretty random idea, but I've got high hopes for it!
* No, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Meh. Also disclaimer, if you haven't read any of my other work, this is going to be a girl-on-girl pairing, so if that isn't your cup of tea, get out of my kettle.
~She'll cast a charm, a tiny spell, why the alarm? No one'll tell.
Minerva could feel the magic in the air crackle, powerful spells were being thrown at all angles. Her sensative olifactory system could make out the too sweet smell of the Death eaters magic mixed in with the more warming scent of Hogwarts' magic. They were prepared, well, as prepared as anyone could be before a battle. THE battle, Minerva corrected herself. It was going to come to an end tonight, and the scale would be tipped. To which side, she didn't know, but she'd give her all to make sure it was on her side.
She gripped her wand tightly, sweat from such exertion was making the hot wood slippery in her hand. She whirled around as she felt another Death Eater come barreling at her from the left. Shouting obsenities and curses at her with wild sparractic motions of his hand. The shear rage from the masked Death Eater made up for his sloppy wand work, and Minerva threw up a shield, remaining calm. It would hardly do any good to lose her head now, she thought and kept her motions tight as she deflected each of the spells he threw at her. Losing control, Minerva thought, meant you made mistakes. So she held strong, and waited. Ah, there it was. In his haste to kill her, the Death Eater left his side exposed. Perfect, Minerva smiled feraly.
"Malko Mortis!" she cried, aiming perfectly at his exposed side.
With a sudden stillness, the Death Eater stopped moving and didn't even get a chance to look down before he hit the ground with a sick thud. Minerva ducked down quicked and removed his mask, exposing his identity. Nox, she saw and felt a warm sense of satisfaction pool in her belly. Petty and mean while they were in school together, he deserved this fate.
Minerva glanced up to see where she should spring to next, wether to help or engage, she was ready to go. Her long hair had escaped her enchanted confines in the heat of battle and she brushed a long strand away from her eyes. Battle agreed with her, and Minerva knew that her eyes had changed, her pupils slitting verticaly to sharpen her vision, the green only a cresent sliver behind the inky black.
Chaos loomed around her. The castle was rocking with the sheer force of all of the spells being cast, some of the strong stone walls had shattered. And Minerva felt her heart break a little at her school being so defiled, her school she thought. And her students, she looked out and picked out Ron and Lavender protecting each others back as they fought. Ginny was engaged as well, her firey red hair flying around her face. They shouldn't have been involved, Minerva thought. War destroyed people, and Minerva mourned for the loss of their innocence.
A shrill yelp alerted Minerva to a fight going on aroung the corner. Shaking out of her thoughts, Minerva rushed over to see if she could help. There, surrounded by a manic looking group of Death Eaters, was Hermione.
Hermione, her little prodigy was watching with a level gaze as she rasied her wand. Minerva started running, running over to help her, there were five Death eaters, she couldn't take them all herself.
A sudden expolosion and shower of rocks rained over Minerva, Hermione and the Death Eaters. An errant curse had been the cause, and minerva rolled to get away, but couldn't avoid the bouldr that caught her leg. Pinned down, Minerva looked back at Hermione and her foes and felt her stomach drop.
The explosion had shaken the Death Eaters, but was to close to Hermione for her to avoid. She was down on all fours,
her wand knocked away by the blast.
"No" Minerva thought, and tried desperatly to free her leg. She had to, had to get free and help her. Help her because she was defenselss without her wand.
The Death Eaters realized this too and each started laughing maliciously as Hermione rose and cast a frantic look around for her wand. The closed ther ranks tighter and Hermione rose her eyes to look at them.
Minerva tried to yell, to distract them, to gove Hermione a chance to find her wand. But she found that her voice
died in her chest. Her lungs burned and another attempt to take a breath to shout proved that she had broken some ribs.
The air in her chest died painfully and did not make it to her voice.
Hermione had given up her search and was watching warily as she was circled. Minerva starined foward. Not Her, not Hermione.
"Any last words MudBlood?" a Death Eater sneered at her, and raised his wand. Minerva looked on helplessly, wanting,
needing to do anything.
And then, Hermione smiled.
But not one that Minerva had ever seen on her face before, confident and dangerous. The Death eaters saw it too and gave pause as this soon to be dead girl smiled so easily at them.
The Minerva heard it, a dark pulsing hum around them. Was Hermoine doing that? It was strong and unsettling.
The Death Eaters heard it too and threw concerned glances to each other. Were they shaking? Minerva thoght she saw.
The deep hum suddently changed tempo, quick and sharp, like the resonating notes of a stringed instrument. The Death Eaters
slapped their hand to their ears, in pain. Minerva supposed it was stronger over where Hermione was, but then she caught
the tempo and felt the searing pain of it rip its way into her ear canal. She felt a soft wail of pain come through her nose
and she squeezed her eyes shut. Good Lord, what spell was that? hermione didn't even have her wand!
The volume upped and Minerva feared she'd pass out from the pain. She heard the Death Eaters scream and managed to pry an eye open. There, in the center of the Death Eaters, Hermione stood. She was twining her arms around themselves, and each movement changed the tempo from that sharp painful melody. With a sharp jerk of each hand, Hermione threw a painful blast of music towards each Death Eater, causing them to drop to the ground, just as Nox had when Minerva disabled him. As soon as they fell, the sound stopped and the pain lifted, leaving Minerva woozy.
She felt herself slipping, the body could only take so much before giving out. She threw a glance to Hermione, to reassure herself that she was still there. Across Hermione, Minerva saw something ripple. Her skin? A foggy image of Hermione flatterd for a moment and Minerva saw a flash of something that...wasn't Hermione? A glamour? Minerva thought, Hermione had glamored herself. Behind the nearly transparent version of Hermiones skin, Minerva caught a flash of long white spirals of hair, and dark copper skin that was covered in dizzy turquiose spirals.
Suddently, Hermione's glamour snapped back into place and she was Hermione again, shorter, paler and covered with her wild brown curls.
Hermione turned quickly and finally noticed Minerva starring at her. They locked eyes for a second, Hermione's
eyes widening in surprise and trepidation as she met Minerva's disbelieving gaze. She opened her mouth to say something,
and as she did her glamour flickered again and Minerva saw her deep amaretto eyes changed to a sharp silver.
Swirling and bright, Minerva stared and felt a deep shiver roll down her body, a sharp, unbelivably sharp throb centered
between her legs and she gasped, in surprise. Hermione took a sudden intake of breah too, and shook her head sharply,
returning her eyes back to the deep doe brown.
But Minerva, even though her body was broken a battered, exhausted and aroused to the point of pain, couldn't chase the metallic twin orbs out of her mind and when Hermione stepped closer and whispered, "Minerva?" in a voice that wasn;t hers, but was so resonating and marvelous and sweet and full of a tenderness that Minerva had never heard, she felt her body finally give out, and slipped into darkness, with a what sounded like piano keys falling aroung her mind.