Draco ducked as rubble cascaded down; he looked to his best friend: Harry Potter, who nodded back at him his green eyes alight with passion and determination. He always felt so safe with him. Death Eaters were coming this way. Draco winked at Harry and put a finger to his lips. Deciding to stay low, Harry held out a hand to halt Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood who had tagged along. Harry also knew that several other Order members were on their way to back them up. Their city of Hogwarts had been overrun by a man called Lord Voldemort; he wanted to control their world- he had already taken several other cities under his rule and Hogwarts was the very last main 'country' Voldemort had to capture. And the youths of the city of Hogwarts stood against him, they were called the Order of the Phoenix. Harry was their leader, he was only 16 but that didn't matter, he had killed more than any of his followers, he was worthy of the title. Because it was he who Voldemort pinned as his equal- thus dearly wished to kill him.
The Death Eaters approached laughing. Voldemort made up his armies full of undertrained people but for the lack of skill he made up in numbers- he had seemingly thousands upon thousands of brutish men, gangs he had bribed into fighting for him, violent teenagers who thrived off hurting others and the like.
But they were no match for the Order- despite being two hundred times smaller than Voldemort's forces; the difference was that every single recruit was trained thoroughly in the division they were in and in physical hand to hand combat. Draco weighed his putters as he carefully timed his ambush.
Roaring like a dragon Draco streaked out from his hiding place, his two golf putters swishing through the air, there was a cry of alarm and a series of sickening thuds resounded through the alley as Draco's 'clubs' connected. A high whistle resounded and Harry grinned, Draco sat on top of the pile of Death Eaters smirking, his silver eyes alight with smug victory. Some were still breathing, others who had caught a more vicious blow to the head from the metal golf putters, had instantly died.
"Sixteen Harry. Sixteen Death Eaters, top that! But I bet only four of them were actually trained. It was so easy! Hit the first one and it's a domino effect!"
Rolling his eyes Harry put the silencer on his handgun and levelling it at some of the stirring enemy, shot them swiftly before they could raise the alarm. Luna's weed hacker buzzed faintly on its lowest setting as she advanced. Many of the Order were teenagers and they went about the war as if it were a complex and gruesome game, the idea was a horrible one, but it just kept them sane if they could laugh over it- something to keep them alive and determined. But even though Draco was smiling now Harry knew the blonde still had nightmares- seeing how many people he had killed. Watching them be killed by himself. It wasn't actually a game, it shouldn't be a game but to them, in order to survive it was. Luna gently sawed at the first Death eater she could reach with her weed hacker.
"We should cut all sixteen of them up."
She informed Draco mistily and the ice blonde shrugged, he didn't care- he just wanted to see if his parents were alive or not. The rebellion: Order of the Phoenix made its goal not only to rescue hostages and survivors under Voldemorts' tyranny but to take out as many of his followers as the same time. They also made it a personal goal that for every child who had their parents taken away from them, to go on a mission to seek out said parents. Today it was Draco's turn. Harry had found out his own had been killed a few months ago and that day many Death Eaters had fallen in his scorching bloodbath of anger and sorrow.
"Do what you want but be quick about it Luna."
Neville was anxious as usual, he hated these missions as they included infiltration into the heart of Slytherin- the combination of the stinking rich apartment suites, hotels and skyscrapers and the hovels of the scum rats of Hogwarts city. Slytherin was also the place in which Voldemort had most control over. Neville was a gentle soul and disliked violence but he fought- using several pistols and a pair of garden shears- in memory of his Grandmother who had been taken and had unfortunately died in captivity. This had been a week ago when they had insisted that Neville find out. Neville's parents were still alive but they had been tortured into insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange- Lord Voldemort's best lieutenant when they refused to give whereabouts of the Order. They were currently in the Gryffindor side of Hogwarts city which was the only part of the huge sprawling metropolis completely uninhabited by Voldemort and his followers.
Draco's lithe muscle stood out in stark relief as he helped Luna haul the bodies to one side of the alley. Luna then pinned Harry with her luminous pale blue eyes.
"We're running low on meat…"
"No Luna. We are NOT eating people."
Draco quickly cut over her next thoughts, his pretty face dirtied by grime of battle, scrunched up in disgust. Luna shrugged and tucked a wisp of wavy dirty blonde hair behind her ear.
"I was only suggesting it."
"Well it's frankly disgusting."
Draco informed her, his nose still wrinkled as he wiped his hands on his jeans, ridding of the grey matter that was brains. His then wiped his bloodied golf clubs on the jacket of a Death Eater.
"We've nearly reached the lower slums of Slytherin."
Harry nodded, this was the dangerous part, finding a way into Slytherin and out again, without causing too much trouble. Last time had been bad- they had to call in the Firearms division and Seamus and his team had risen to the call, speeding in on the turreted jeeps, peppering the fray with bullets.
Harry only hoped he didn't have to call on then this time.
Harry cursed as Draco with a fierce shout swung one of his clubs at his head, he ducked, and rolling to one side and Draco aimed a savage kick at him. Harry yelped as the blonde's foot collided with his hip. Snarling the white blonde pounced and pinned Harry down with one hand, by the throat, one of the golf putters in the other.
"FUCK YOU POTTER!"
"Draco calm down!"
"I WILL NOT CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"
If there was anyone who could rival Harry in skill of battle it was Draco, the two were inseparable and a deadly combination to ever meet in the frequent yet short Order vs. Death Eater clashes. There were many skilled fighters in the Order of the Phoenix but none could match up to the fierce determination and brute skill and the spontaneous way both Harry and Draco could bend their surroundings to their will using anything that was useful without hindering them as a lethal weapon. Finally Harry turned the tables and Draco was underneath him in an instant. Draco raged and snarled at him, tears leaking from his silver eyes as he twisted and fought against the leader of the rebellion. Draco had found out his parents had died. His father had been hung and his mother raped and had bled slowly to death after put in a cell with the body of Lucius Malfoy and a razor blade.
It had been a nasty ending for both and Harry knew how the blonde felt right now, and all he could do was let him vent his anger and his anguish. The pale teen had done just that, throwing objects around and getting so violent Harry had asked Neville to tell the rest of the Order not to come into the west wing of their base.
"You promised they would be alright! You PROMISED!"
Draco wailed and Harry sighed, retreating so the blonde could sit up. He handed him a fairly dirty handkerchief. The blonde however took it without complaint and blew his nose.
"Draco surely you must know by now that you cannot put all your faith into me. I know I promised and I'm really sorry… But remember this is war. Mine are gone too."
Draco wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand before placing them demurely in his lap, he met Harry's searching, soft green gaze awkwardly.
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok Draco, it's okay to cry. It's okay to be angry. Just don't ever attack me like that again, not only is it scary as hell but you nearly broke my skull open."
Draco nodded, subdued. Sighing Harry pulled Draco into a tight hug. Kissing the ice blonde on the head Harry cuddled him as the blonde softly wept into his shirt.
"Harry… I believe in Angels… I believe my Mum and Dad became beautiful Angels. I can feel them here with me… Can't you feel them? Can't you feel the magic whispering through the air so strong you could touch it? Can't you hear the Angels singing?"
He whispered and Harry couldn't find the heart in him to tell the blonde- he didn't believe in Angels.
"We have a plan, to assassinate Lord Voldemort! We know where he is and we know how to get to him. We must nominate one person to be the assassin to join a team to infiltrate whilst the rest of the Order cause a diversion. Remus has an idea- Voldemort is expecting to receive food supplies next week and I have decided that we will strike then. The majority of the Order here at Platform 9 and ¾ will cause a diversion and take control of the supplies. I will handpick a team later, but now I need you to submit a vote with your reasons behind why you think this nominee is worthy of assassinating Voldemort."
They cringed as he said the name but Harry didn't care- several called out his name but he shook his head. He paced in front of his rebels, they had been fighting for so long, such a long time- ever since hearing that 'prophecy' a few weeks before Harry was born, Dumbledore, the previous leader of the Order had had Harry trained in battle since he could walk. (In fact every child was given a choice at the age of four or five whether they wanted to fight or to help. Fight then they would be trained; help then they would become medical aid.) In retaliation Voldemort after hearing the same prophecy had marked the emerald eyed male as his equal- his sworn enemy by giving him a scar- in the shape of a lightning bolt when they first encountered each other when Harry had been ten. The calls for him grew louder and Harry held up a hand for silence- he never wanted to lead the Order, he never wanted to become a killer; but there really had been no choice. He rubbed at his forehead scar in quiet irritation.
"No, I will not, because I must lead the infiltration team."
Draco Malfoy.
"Why did you choose Draco, Lavender?"
"Because he's the next most obvious choice besides you Harry."
"Why Draco, Dean?"
"Same reasons."
"I'll do it."
Harry sighed and snapped his fingers, Draco came up to stand next to him, he was pale, paler than ever and Harry could tell he was scared. The raven was very surprised that Draco had actually accepted. Putting himself forwards, volunteering.
"Are we all in favour of Draco?"
A huge shout rose up in agreement, Harry nodded to Draco who possibly was turning translucent in his quiet terror, and Harry slung his arm round the blonde's shoulder.
"I know you'll do your best."
Draco said nothing, his silver eyes shadowed and he did not meet the raven's gaze. But instead he murmured out of the corner of his mouth.
"Harry…?"
"Yes?"
"Will I be an Angel if I fail?"
"Yes… you will."
Harry missed the quiet amusement shining in those sharp, bright silver eyes as he promised the blonde again.
The next day Draco sidled up to Harry with a very small grin fixated on his fair features, he held his two golf putters and motioned with a jerk of his head to the west wing of Platform 9 and ¾ it branched to another floor of the underground metro which served as the Order's training room. It held many items. Together the two went up to the training floor, ignoring Neville and Hermione who were in one section practicing their aim with various guns.
They passed Luna educating a couple of new recruits on dangerous blades such as chainsaws and things like her weed hacker. Harry encouraged the Order of the Phoenix to be as creative as possible with their personal weapons; it meant that Voldemort would have to spend precious time figuring out how to counter such methods of attack instead of continuing his ongoing conquest if he didn't want to lose all his forces. Draco stripped his shirt off, scars littered his lithe slender body, but the tanned raven teen knew what power lay in the blonde, he might look skinny and delicate but Draco was no flower- Harry could see the perfect balance Draco had, feet shoulder width apart and his grip flexible but firm on the two golf clubs. Harry also knew Draco had an insanely strong upper torso; his arms were toned from the use of both clubs in frequent practice and battle. Harry himself was an all rounder and therefore wasn't too bothered at what he used at all in terms of weaponry.
"Choose something."
"Training Draco?"
"Well if I am to be You-Know-Who's assassin… it makes sense that I should."
"Tell me, how will you kill him?"
"With my bare hands if possible, I'll strangle him. Not after giving him a good thumping with these of course."
Draco twirled his silver golf putters proudly. They were iconic in the Order, like Luna's sword and Seamus's bright gold and red machine gun. Which had been painted in the colours of the phoenix. Harry nodded, if all went to plan, Voldemort would be dead.
"You do realise it could all go wrong Draco?"
"If it does, then I know I tried and my parents would be proud of me. You would all be proud of me."
Harry's heart ached at the look of longing and sadness on Draco face as he said that, it just wasn't fair that they had been born into something so savage and cruel. Striding over to the rack Harry had no clue what Voldemort used to fight with but he guessed it would be some sort of gun and possibly a sword of some sort. Harry selected their crowning treasure- Gryffindor's Sword. Silver and encrusted with rubies it was a proud sword, giving a few practice swipes with it, Harry secured the sheath; he didn't want to hurt Draco in anyway. They could survive bumps and bruises and broken bones, but Harry didn't trust himself or Draco to be wary of the blade.
"Attack me."
Draco did so, his favourite formation came first, where he charged head on before feinting and bringing one club down and the other up, in a scissor motion, Harry had seen this one in action many times, it would if successful break the spine of the enemy, if it failed then it would normally stun them. Harry was ready and backed away, out of range; Draco blew a stray lock of blonde hair out of his face. Grinning devilishly he spun on one heel bringing both clubs locked together in a wide arc to form one big more dangerous club.
Harry dodged and jabbed forwards with the sword, slashing and putting all that he knew into the strokes, Draco was just as slippery also; gliding away from Harry's offense. Finally after minutes of evasive dance they clashed, Draco with massive effort disarmed Harry and with the hilt of his clubs knocked him down, swinging one head dangerously close to the ravens. Harry didn't flinch; he knew Draco wouldn't hurt him.
True to this Draco's blow was halted a hair's breadth away and the blonde smiled down at him, his hand out stretched to help him up.
"That was bullshit Harry, you made me win."
Chuckling Harry selected a metal dustbin lid, believe it or not they made excellent shields as well as if thrown properly could knock a fully grown man out cold. Draco squared his shoulders and his grey eyes shone with vigour. They collided again, the clash and screech of metal upon metal.