Well, this is what I do when I should really be doing homework, but end up watching videos on youtube that make me emotional. I end up writing, apparently. Whiiiich yes, I know, I havn't been doing. But I have an excuse! My laptop died, since it was a six year old hand-me-down (kill me -.-), and then I used my dad's, started the new chapter, and then that died so bad the hard drive was completely fried, and nothing could even be saved. It was bad. And juggling school with reading, writing, music and art... yeeeaah, not happening.
The video I've been in love with, titled 'Harry Potter| The war' is amazing. You should all watch it. And of course, it is courtesy of agentofCHAOS13x.
ANYWAYS, just a short little oneshot, because I felt like writing. I wrote this in half an hour. Be warned of its probable sketchiness and nonsense.
The War.
Hogwarts had never seen such horror.
Curses flew, people screamed, so many died. Both sides fought valiantly, the Light with a fierce bravery, the Dark with a cold determination. Both defenders and attackers suffered heavy losses. None were spared; sacrifices made, innocents slain. The hopes of all rested on one boy. Their savior.
Liars and honest men alike died together, none of them realizing how much they really had in common at the moment. Parents frantically searching for lost children, trying to keep themselves alive as they did so.
This is war.
Dodging left and right, students and adults alike fought tooth and nail; to the death. The air flashed with the intensity of spells and curses, walls and statues exploded as people missed their targets, slippery blood coated the floors. Funny how war turned cowards into brave warriors. Not even a Seer could have seen this coming. This was it. The moment to fight; to live; to die.
By not turning in their Savior, they condemned themselves, but had all but pledged to follow him, to the ends of the world, to
victory, to death. But they believed in him; in the Light. How could they do anything but? Putting your faith in a seventeen year old boy who was wanted by the government, who hadn't even finished his schooling, was tough, but doubt was impractical. This was Harry Potter, who had escaped death more times than anybody.
Then the fighting stopped again, from a command from a high, cold voice, magically magnified. Despair crushed down on those inside the castle, as the wounded listened to the lies so easily spun by the Dark Lord. As the soldiers exited the castle with feet like lead, and heavy hearts, the sight they met with was unbearable. Their only hope, dead in the arms of the Gamekeeper, hanging pathetically like a puppet with its strings cut.
When all seemed lost, the Light prevailed. Their Messiah's body was gone. Harry Potter was not dead after all. The fighting began once more, decapitated body of a giant snake trampled to the ground as screams and shouts resumed, bravery returned.
In what seemed like seconds, yet an eternity, the fighting ceased again, only to watch this final deadly showdown. Light and Dark circled one another, harsh words exchanged. Then, two spells were cast. And it was over.
The fight was done. The war was won.
The cheers were deafening. The sun had finally risen, ending this night of terror and death, beginning a new day; a new era; a new world.
-Fin-
Soo, there's my little bit of writing for now. Hopefully I'll get a little something up before Christmas is over, but I'm going to be away for most of the break, so we'll see.
SM.