Chapter Seven: Fallen Bridge


gleek2: HEY! WASSUP YA'LL!

Rachelle: Finally! Battle Scene! YES!

Anakin: I'm more boss than you...

gleek2: *shakes head* Not this again.

Rachelle: Prove it, Skywalker! All you got is that gay lightsaber! What are you gonna do, shove it up some guy's-

gleek2: Okay! Okay! And besides, I like lightsabers! They cut off arms!

Anakin: Oh yeah? What about that thing you call a wand? More like a tree branch! All it is a dainty little piece of-

gleek2: Okay! I hope you enjoy this chapter! YAY! And the dragon idea still belongs to dinolove453!*follows Anakin and Rachelle, yelling* YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME!


Usual POV


After he kissed her, his spirits were at an ultimate high. Ginny especially noticed this.

"Nev, you okay?" asked Ginny, looking at the seventh year with a new curiousity.

He shrugged, running towards where he said he'd be. "Fine! Completely fine!" He continued running until he reached the end of the bridge, watching the shield go over the school. The mix of blue and white seemed to give him comfort about what was soon to come. He kept his eye out for any sign of trouble as the Deatheaters began to attack the boundary.

At that moment, an army of Snatchers rounded the corner, running full at the boundary. Their leader began to slow down as they neared it, letting a few run into it to see what would happen. They turned into magically ash, black like soot.

Neville smirked. "Not so tough now are yah?" His confidence was higher than usual, and it showed.

The leader frowned a bit, his scraggly hair falling into his place. In the background, a scream was heard, along with a tunder like boom. The shield began to fall like burnt paper, an the leader smiled. He stepped where the boundary had been, seeing if he would burn.

Nope. And he charged, screaming.

Neville, finally relizing he had to run, ran. Seamus taught him a spell, or more like the wrong way to do a spell, and flung it at the supports, all while running. He kept it up, trying to outrun the bridge collapsing behind him. Even if he died, he did the three things he wanted:

1) Lead an organizatoin for once.

2) Blow something up without getting in trouble and knowing how to exactly do it.

3) Kissed Rachelle.

I'm pretty sure he was happy, but it seemed like fate(and the bridge) had caught up with him, because he fell right infront of the stable part of the fallen walk way.

"Neville!" screamed Ginny as he fell, her eyes full of shock. She didn't know if he had fallen, or just decided to hang for the rest of his life. His luck wasn't the best, and who kenw if it took a turn around.

Stating her curiousity, Neville's hand appeared on the ledge, pushing his wand up. He, then, climbed up so his torso was show, the wounds on his head reopened and a new one created, smirking a bit.

"Well," he said, pulling himself still, "that went well."