Title: Salvation
Author: Chibi Zen-chan
Rating: PG (No G for me, no sir...)
Summary: The Death Eaters are at Hogwarts and all seems lost...
Disclaimer: Hmm? Oh, yah, I own nothing but the storyline.
Notes: C&C Would be greatly appreciated...
The war was thought to be almost over, but in fact it's just starting. There's only me, and a few other almost-dead ones. It's quite funny, if you think about it properly. All those wards around Hogwarts and they got in from the inside. How? It wasn't Malfoy, he's dead already. I can feel it. He's here, and I don't mind, don't care because it means nothing now. Not anymore. The remaining live wizards and witches here are either almost-dead or Death Eaters themselves. Any turncoats would have been killed instantly. Something about how Voldemort didn't want anybody on his side who'd once hero-worshipped Dumbledore. Aah, Dumbledore. Where's he now? Most definately dead, that's for sure. He's a match for Voldemort any day, but Voldemort flanked by countless followers, even Dumbledore didn't stand a chance. I think I'm in what was once the Great Hall, but I can't tell because my glasses have been long since knocked off. I have to stay still, there are still Death Eaters in here, and if I move I'll be killed. I'm laying sprawled out on top of Ron, who was one of the first to die. It was heartbreaking feeling him twitch the last of his life away beneath me. Near me, I think there's Neville and Seamus, along with some others that I don't know, and clinging to me like a child is the corpse of Malfoy. Somehow I wish I was dead. I don't care about the rest of them, just let me die, please... There's a flash of green and my head instinctively turns, sending pain through my body which doubles in my arms and legs, obviously all broken. This flash of green had been a spell, maybe a last-ditch attempt to survive by one of the few remaining others. There's a sickening high-pitched laugh, and then the killing curse is muttered. A flash of red, then a crunch as the newest dead one falls atop the others. But somebody saw me moving. Somebody grabs a handful of my hair, lifts up my head. It hurts, but I can't expect them to care in the slightest. The Imperius curse is muttered and suddenly I'm on my feet, standing on whom I now know is Neville. There's a cruel laugh as I'm made to walk, pain burning like wildfire in every part of my body. I close my eyes, and the Death Eater controlling me shoves me into a wall for good measure. There's a crunch as the bone in my arm shifts, and a surge of unspeakable pain, but it all feels so distant now... Suddenly he's right in front of me. Voldemort. The Cruciatus is tossed my way for good measure, but I don't feel it any more. I feel nothing. I can hardly see at all, but I can still hear. Voldemort is laughing, he's loving this, and what else would anybody expect? He speaks in my ear.
"You're going to die, Potter. I promise you." He snickers, and I cringe. "Was Draco your friend? Hmm? No? Well, Potter, I'm terribly sorry that I had to kill him. Or are you glad he died? You know, you would have made a brilliant Slytherin, Potter, if it wasn't for that foolish Gryffindor bravery." The Imperius curse again, and I'm struggling against it... A voice in my head tells me to get down, onto my knees and beg for my life. Says that it will work. I know it won't. I'm still standing, but only just, and it's harder now that my own body is fighting against me. Suddenly I fall forward, onto my knees, and my mouth opens. I won't say it, I won't... I can't... But I do. I can't help it. I'm weak. Even at my strongest, this would have been hard. So I beg pitifully. He laughs again. "Too weak, Potter, you're just too weak." And he relishes the last moment as he mutters the first word to the spell that will kill me. "Avada..."
"No!" Somebody shouts. Voldemort glares daggers at this person, points his wand over at the newcomer.
"Do you want to die?" He asks. I don't know who it is, so I struggle to look. I can see only a blur... There's movement as this blur shakes its head, and speaks again.
"I'm not going to. You are." voldemort looks horrified.
"You... How can you be here?" He screeches. "I killed you! I killed you myself!!" He knows the voice, knows who this person is, but he can see, and I can't... Suddenly my mind gives way and I fall forward into blissful unconsciousness.
Author: Chibi Zen-chan
Rating: PG (No G for me, no sir...)
Summary: The Death Eaters are at Hogwarts and all seems lost...
Disclaimer: Hmm? Oh, yah, I own nothing but the storyline.
Notes: C&C Would be greatly appreciated...
The war was thought to be almost over, but in fact it's just starting. There's only me, and a few other almost-dead ones. It's quite funny, if you think about it properly. All those wards around Hogwarts and they got in from the inside. How? It wasn't Malfoy, he's dead already. I can feel it. He's here, and I don't mind, don't care because it means nothing now. Not anymore. The remaining live wizards and witches here are either almost-dead or Death Eaters themselves. Any turncoats would have been killed instantly. Something about how Voldemort didn't want anybody on his side who'd once hero-worshipped Dumbledore. Aah, Dumbledore. Where's he now? Most definately dead, that's for sure. He's a match for Voldemort any day, but Voldemort flanked by countless followers, even Dumbledore didn't stand a chance. I think I'm in what was once the Great Hall, but I can't tell because my glasses have been long since knocked off. I have to stay still, there are still Death Eaters in here, and if I move I'll be killed. I'm laying sprawled out on top of Ron, who was one of the first to die. It was heartbreaking feeling him twitch the last of his life away beneath me. Near me, I think there's Neville and Seamus, along with some others that I don't know, and clinging to me like a child is the corpse of Malfoy. Somehow I wish I was dead. I don't care about the rest of them, just let me die, please... There's a flash of green and my head instinctively turns, sending pain through my body which doubles in my arms and legs, obviously all broken. This flash of green had been a spell, maybe a last-ditch attempt to survive by one of the few remaining others. There's a sickening high-pitched laugh, and then the killing curse is muttered. A flash of red, then a crunch as the newest dead one falls atop the others. But somebody saw me moving. Somebody grabs a handful of my hair, lifts up my head. It hurts, but I can't expect them to care in the slightest. The Imperius curse is muttered and suddenly I'm on my feet, standing on whom I now know is Neville. There's a cruel laugh as I'm made to walk, pain burning like wildfire in every part of my body. I close my eyes, and the Death Eater controlling me shoves me into a wall for good measure. There's a crunch as the bone in my arm shifts, and a surge of unspeakable pain, but it all feels so distant now... Suddenly he's right in front of me. Voldemort. The Cruciatus is tossed my way for good measure, but I don't feel it any more. I feel nothing. I can hardly see at all, but I can still hear. Voldemort is laughing, he's loving this, and what else would anybody expect? He speaks in my ear.
"You're going to die, Potter. I promise you." He snickers, and I cringe. "Was Draco your friend? Hmm? No? Well, Potter, I'm terribly sorry that I had to kill him. Or are you glad he died? You know, you would have made a brilliant Slytherin, Potter, if it wasn't for that foolish Gryffindor bravery." The Imperius curse again, and I'm struggling against it... A voice in my head tells me to get down, onto my knees and beg for my life. Says that it will work. I know it won't. I'm still standing, but only just, and it's harder now that my own body is fighting against me. Suddenly I fall forward, onto my knees, and my mouth opens. I won't say it, I won't... I can't... But I do. I can't help it. I'm weak. Even at my strongest, this would have been hard. So I beg pitifully. He laughs again. "Too weak, Potter, you're just too weak." And he relishes the last moment as he mutters the first word to the spell that will kill me. "Avada..."
"No!" Somebody shouts. Voldemort glares daggers at this person, points his wand over at the newcomer.
"Do you want to die?" He asks. I don't know who it is, so I struggle to look. I can see only a blur... There's movement as this blur shakes its head, and speaks again.
"I'm not going to. You are." voldemort looks horrified.
"You... How can you be here?" He screeches. "I killed you! I killed you myself!!" He knows the voice, knows who this person is, but he can see, and I can't... Suddenly my mind gives way and I fall forward into blissful unconsciousness.
