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Across the expanse of quiddich pitch, the two duellers faced each other menacingly. The supporters gathered at the side shouted encouraging things to their own player and booed at the other one.
"Come on, Potter" shouted Draco. "Let's get this thing started. Or are you too much of a chicken??" All the Slytherins laughed and started making chicken noises. Harry reached into his back pocket and took out his wand which he had stuck there earlier on. He polised it with his shirt which was hanging out as usual. Angry red sparks shot out of the end. It could clearly be seen that Harry meant buisness.
"I'm no chicken," he shouted at Draco. "And I don't sleep with other people's wives neither. Bring it on, Malfoy!" With that, Harry pointed his wand with both hands at Draco and shouted "Engorgio!"
Draco nimbley jumped over the beam that came out of Harry's wand, it bounced towards the group of Slytherines and hit Pansy in the ass as she bent over to rummage in her cooler for a piece of fried chicken. It didn't need engorging and some slytherins had to restrain her as she began to rise into the air.
"Youll have to do better than that, shouted Draco, and aimed an Imperio curse at Harry. It also went wide and hit a tree. The audience gasped. The tree ran off into the stands
From the stands, Sirius sucked in his breath gaspingly as he watched the two combatnats circle round each other, wands raised. Until now it had never dawned on him that somebody was going to get killed. "Somebody make them stop," he cried, but by now the noise from the crowd was to 9loud. Sirius tried to run out onto the [pitch but Neville held him strongly by the arm. "I promised your dad Id make sure you were safe," he said.
"Let's finish this, Potter," squealed Draco. Harry had hit him with a bolt of helium. "Avada kadavra on the count of five. Turn! One – two – three- four –"
At that moment however one of the Slytherins sent up the sign of Voldemort's Death Eaters to distract them all. In the split second Sirius wrenched out of Nevills grip and ran out screaming hysterically onto the pitch – just as the two wizards turned and shouted "Avada Cadavra" –
Sirius lit up like a candle and fell to the ground, twiching He had been hit by two curses in one go and had mere second to live. "No," moaned Harry, falling to his knees beside him. Draco too dropped dwon to his knees. "What have I done?" he said looking at Siriuses pale but winsome face, those big Malfoy eyes. "Until this moment I never realised you were my ... my son!"
As the people crowded round the two men and there dying child, Sirius's eyes fluttered open for the last time. "Dad" he croaked, almost inaudibley. "I love you, dad".
"I love you too, son!" cried Draco. Harry couldn't speak, just nodded and squeezed the boy's hand.
"I forgive you, Dad," he gently said, and slipped away. His body began to glow with a bright inner light, then raised into the air and disentegrated into a fine rainbow-colored sand that blew away. As the breeze ruffled about his ears Hary thoght he could almost hear Herminoes voice far away.
Harry and Draco stood up dazedly, brushing themselves off, and for the first real time looked into each other's eyes and saw the real man. "He forgave me" murmered Draco as their hands met.
"He forgave us both," siad Harry. They fell into each other's arms and burst into tears, bawling for their lost family and the opportunities that would never be. And a bond was formed between them that could never be broken except by death of one or the other.
When they broke apart Neville said, "Let's go now" gently and led everybody off the pitch. Draco and Harry were the last to leave, stumbling hand in hadn, not looking back but into each other's eyes.
"Don't leave me alone," said Harry.
"Never," replied Draco, as the sun went down.
Across the expanse of quiddich pitch, the two duellers faced each other menacingly. The supporters gathered at the side shouted encouraging things to their own player and booed at the other one.
"Come on, Potter" shouted Draco. "Let's get this thing started. Or are you too much of a chicken??" All the Slytherins laughed and started making chicken noises. Harry reached into his back pocket and took out his wand which he had stuck there earlier on. He polised it with his shirt which was hanging out as usual. Angry red sparks shot out of the end. It could clearly be seen that Harry meant buisness.
"I'm no chicken," he shouted at Draco. "And I don't sleep with other people's wives neither. Bring it on, Malfoy!" With that, Harry pointed his wand with both hands at Draco and shouted "Engorgio!"
Draco nimbley jumped over the beam that came out of Harry's wand, it bounced towards the group of Slytherines and hit Pansy in the ass as she bent over to rummage in her cooler for a piece of fried chicken. It didn't need engorging and some slytherins had to restrain her as she began to rise into the air.
"Youll have to do better than that, shouted Draco, and aimed an Imperio curse at Harry. It also went wide and hit a tree. The audience gasped. The tree ran off into the stands
From the stands, Sirius sucked in his breath gaspingly as he watched the two combatnats circle round each other, wands raised. Until now it had never dawned on him that somebody was going to get killed. "Somebody make them stop," he cried, but by now the noise from the crowd was to 9loud. Sirius tried to run out onto the [pitch but Neville held him strongly by the arm. "I promised your dad Id make sure you were safe," he said.
"Let's finish this, Potter," squealed Draco. Harry had hit him with a bolt of helium. "Avada kadavra on the count of five. Turn! One – two – three- four –"
At that moment however one of the Slytherins sent up the sign of Voldemort's Death Eaters to distract them all. In the split second Sirius wrenched out of Nevills grip and ran out screaming hysterically onto the pitch – just as the two wizards turned and shouted "Avada Cadavra" –
Sirius lit up like a candle and fell to the ground, twiching He had been hit by two curses in one go and had mere second to live. "No," moaned Harry, falling to his knees beside him. Draco too dropped dwon to his knees. "What have I done?" he said looking at Siriuses pale but winsome face, those big Malfoy eyes. "Until this moment I never realised you were my ... my son!"
As the people crowded round the two men and there dying child, Sirius's eyes fluttered open for the last time. "Dad" he croaked, almost inaudibley. "I love you, dad".
"I love you too, son!" cried Draco. Harry couldn't speak, just nodded and squeezed the boy's hand.
"I forgive you, Dad," he gently said, and slipped away. His body began to glow with a bright inner light, then raised into the air and disentegrated into a fine rainbow-colored sand that blew away. As the breeze ruffled about his ears Hary thoght he could almost hear Herminoes voice far away.
Harry and Draco stood up dazedly, brushing themselves off, and for the first real time looked into each other's eyes and saw the real man. "He forgave me" murmered Draco as their hands met.
"He forgave us both," siad Harry. They fell into each other's arms and burst into tears, bawling for their lost family and the opportunities that would never be. And a bond was formed between them that could never be broken except by death of one or the other.
When they broke apart Neville said, "Let's go now" gently and led everybody off the pitch. Draco and Harry were the last to leave, stumbling hand in hadn, not looking back but into each other's eyes.
"Don't leave me alone," said Harry.
"Never," replied Draco, as the sun went down.
