Far Is The Pale Sun
Summary: Upon a grassy plain, Ice, Fire, and Government blood seep into the soil. Oneshot, R&R.
April 19th, 2007
Sometimes, things escalate much too quickly. A few angry words, a broken promise here and there, and betrayal.
Well, Harry Potter was never one to whine, especially after the war. Long gone were the days of sitting around at Hogwarts and whining about the potions assignment.
Magic is an amazing thing, but it wasn't the best thing that everyone and their dog could walk around with a pocket gun, really. Harry's friend, Hermione, knew this better than anyone else.
She was always too damn stubborn, really. Always moving ahead, as well.
After the War, Harry had been content to sit back and live a lovely life with his family, maybe have a few kids, and be far away from conflict.
It'd all started when Hermione had got a job at the Ministry, really. She had wanted to change the Wizarding World for the better, and at the time, he had agreed with her.
But like many things in the Wizarding World, it got out of hand.
He stared down at the newspaper, sipping at his tea. The title read 'FRIX BALTIONIS SUPPORTERS SEIZE MORE TERRITORY, STATE OF EMERGENCY DECLARED BY I.C.W.'
Sighing, he set down the paper. It was time for him to get to work.
(~~~)
May 1st, 2008
"Everyone, may I have your attention, please?" he spoke into the enchanted microphone. A swarm of people sat at the four tables of the Great Hall, and the mass quieted as he lit his wand with a Lumos spell.
Their attention focused on him, he gestured to a stand, on which a small black bar was presented.
"Welcome, welcome! I am, as many of you know, Harry Potter." He ignored the claps and proceeded, "This item was recovered from a Frix camp, and our Reverse-Enchanters have broken into it." he gestured to a group of people sitting at the formerly Slytherins table, each of their uniforms marked with a flaming sword.
Applause thundered, and many raised their wands in a gesture of honour.
"The intelligence we've uncovered has revealed a very, very horrible thing." His voice turned solemn, but he continued.
"Wizards and Witches of the Glacian Order, the Ministry has summoned a Nar'tekzeg'ul to try and defend against the threat of Frix Baltionis!" he announced. Frightened voices murmured among the crowd.
"It has been decided that we will march against both Frix and the Ministry, in a last ditch effort to fix everything!" he raised his wand slowly, and many in the crowd followed his action.
Today, we march! Today, we shall win, Today, comrades, We, Will, Win! Under my oath as a Glacian, I declare this day, May Day!" his wand lit itself with a deep blue glow, and the crowd followed his example.
(~~~)
Hermione glanced around an empty plain. Intelligence said that the entire Ministry was going to be here, it seemed it was time.
Her Army was station behind wards with her. Numerous people were dressed in a red garb typical for Frixes, all in all, there was around five hundred.
At once, a series of crack rang out through the air. The ministry had arrived.
(~~~)
Draco Malfoy led the War Ministry of Great Britain. He'd been the one to order that the Nar'tekzeg'ul, a massive ethereal dragon, be summoned. Many would remark that he was remorseless.
His Army slowly was apparating in behind him, a force three hundred strong. He caught sight of the one who started it all.
"Granger, it seems the time has come, at last," he growled.
"Malfoy, this is the day the Ministry shall fall!" she retorted.
The two armies rose their weapons. All was silent, only the howling of the wind.
But then, it wasn't. It wasn't silent at all.
A slow thundering sound began to rumble through the ground, and the leaders looked around frantically. Finally determining the direction of the source, foe and foe partnered up as a horrible sense of terror began to spread across the would-be battlefield.
A massive hill stood at the opposite side of the plain, and pouring over it, were a massive swarm of horses.
"Oh, shit." Hermione summed up.
The approaching army was wielding swords that flared with icy fire. The Horses were pale white and left a trail of ice upon the grassy field.
"ALL UNITS!" Draco screeched. "FALL BACK!"
Both armies ran, unable to apparate as wards fell into place. A tremendous war cry echoed around for miles, until a single voice, boosted by a Sonorous charm echoed towards them.
"URA!" Harry commanded. "ALL UNITS, TAKE NO PRISONERS!"
The horde tore into the two armies, Icy swords cleaved into the enemy, the thundering steps of the horses shook leaves from trees. Screams of terror rang out from the battlefield.
A massive white dragon rose from the direction the Ministry had come. A firey roar tore through the valley. Several Ministry soldiers stopped and sighed in relief, just to be cut in two by a Glacian.
Before any side could get too excited, a single voice rang out over the death and destruction.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry stoically chanted.
A poisonous green spell sped on towards the dragon, and once it struck, the massive beast tumbled to the ground, crushing many beneath its huge frame.
The battle lasted only one hour, before the dust clear, and there was but few remaining, only Glacians, in fact.
A horse clattered to two dead bodies, and a voice rang out from the silence of the after the battle.
"Oh, Hermione, Draco, what did it take?" he said morosely.
(~~~)
He burst forwards out of his seat, gasping for breath, glancing around, he was presented with Hermione's concerned stare, and shelves upon shelves of books.
"Everything alright, Harry?" she queried.
"Er- yes, thank you, just a weird dream." he supplied. She shrugged and went back to her book.
He sat back in his chair, sighing tiredly, and getting back to work on that potions assignment Snape wanted in tomorrow.
But in his eyes, purpose and idea gleams with thought.