Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Chapter Warning: None (it is the Battle of Hogwarts though)
A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
...
A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
To the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah
This is war
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight
May 2
Marcus lived for days when the sun was rising in the east and he was out riding his broom. It had been ten years since his father died and Marcus took over the Flint name and Thornbury Hill. He was a member of Puddlemere United now, along with old foe Oliver Wood.
"What are you doing here this early?" Marcus glanced over to see Oliver flying next to him.
"I should ask you the same thing," Marcus answered.
"The wards detected a breech and I came to find out if it was a death eater or not," Marcus was confused. Oliver explained, "The threats have been getting worse. How you didn't know the rest of the team is out of the country or in hiding is beyond me. I put up the wards, with a little help, in case someone tried to break in here to get information on the others whereabouts and locations. So I ask once again, what exactly are you doing here, Flint?"
"I came to fly. The wards beyond my house are breaking and I haven't been able to fix them because of threats. My brothers and uncle are death eaters," He noticed Oliver stiffen. "You know that I'm not in contact with them. I wouldn't betray this team. I wanted to feel free. The threats is why I haven't been at practice lately."
Oliver went to open his mouth when a blue hare came between them. "Hello Oliver, Luna here. Death eaters are attacking Hogwarts and we need reinforcements. Either apparate into the infirmary or floo there."
The hare disappeared. "What was that?"
"A patronus. I need to get to Hogwarts," Oliver flew down towards the locker room. "You coming?"
Marcus flew done towards. "I'm going home."
Oliver stopped. "What? Don't you want this to end?"
"Yeah but this isn't my fight."
"I know you have family on the other side but—"
"This has nothing to do with them!" Marcus barked. "This just isn't my fight. I wouldn't be welcomed on either side. The Flint house is neutral."
"But your brothers are not neutral."
Marcus snorted. "There's more to them. Flint is only a name. In fact, I am the only Flint," Marcus tightened his grip on the broom. "Do me a favor, if you see Julius, Brutus, and Thorfinn Rowle out there, make them suffer."
Oliver sighed. "Are you sure about this, Marcus? You could make a difference."
Marcus grabbed the floo powder and stepped into the floo. "Thornbury Hill!"
May 2
After two years of being a healer, Adrian knew it was not possible to get any sleep in the on-call room, yet he was trying anyway. Being an emergency trauma healer, Adrian never knew what, or who, would appear in St Mungo's. Adrian shut his eyes tightly. He heard the door slam open.
"We have three injured wizards, Healer Pucey," he recognized it was a medi-witch, Heidi Macavoy. "A cruciatus, an expulso, and lycacomia."
Adrian jumped up. "Merlin, what the bloody hell is going on!"
The two rushed towards the main hallway. "C5, A7, B3, and D9 have patients!" Another healer yelled.
"Who's in D9?"
"Entrail-expelling."
A scream erupted from D9. "Someone needs to get healer Wilson here."
Two more medi-witches pushed through. "Engorged skull in E4!"
"And perhaps healers Thompson and Featherby too." Adrian took a deep breath in the middle of chaos. "Summon all the healers you can, Macavoy. Healer Clearwater, work on patient A7. Medi-witch Fawcett, you need to calm C5 down and isolate the center. Wilson will be sent there when she arrives. Midgen, you need to get B3 sedated for Featherby." One healer came through the floo. "Towler, help Thompson with E4. I've got D9."
Adrian rushed to D9. A mediwitch was trying to put a stomach back in. Adrian quickly swooped into action. The patient groaned when his stomach was back in. "Did you not sedate the patient, Bole?" Adrian asked angered.
"Adrian?"
Adrian snapped to the patient. "Oh Merlin, Terence. What the hell happened?"
"Battle at Hogwarts," he coughed. Adrian moved his intestines around, earning another groan from Terence. "Hit by death eater. Had to protect kids. We were all there...apparate each other out before anti-apparition wards went up."
"Terence, I'm going to have to sedate you to finish this up or you might not live. You need to be strong," Adrian whispered as he waved his wand.
"I trust you, Pucey. Just save lives," Terence muttered before being fully asleep.
Adrian turned to Bole. "My cousin goes there still," he whispered. "Pucey, a school ain't the place for war."
"We just need to fix him up and move on to the others," Adrian said, moving around a few organs. "This day has only started."
May 2
Daphne stayed in the farthest corner with Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. "We have to get back up there," Theo said. "They can't decide if we fight or not."
"Enough, Theo," Blaise groaned, leaning his head black against the grimy brick wall. "We are stuck in this dungeon."
"Theo, please calm down," Daphne pleaded. "This is already scary enough."
Pansy sniffled next to her. "I shouldn't have said that about Potter. I shouldn't have said it."
"It'll be okay, Pansy," Daphne patted her shoulder. "You were just scared, just like the rest of us."
The dungeon door rustling and all the Slytherins held their breaths waiting for it to open. The door pushed open and relief swept through the group at the sight of platinum blond hair.
"You guys need to get out of here," his voice was hoarse. "Daph, Pans, get them out of here through that passage 'round the corner by the spare stock room. It'll lead you guys to the abandoned shop on the edge of Hogsmeade. Theo, Blaise, I need you to help me."
Blaise ran off with Draco immediately. Pansy started herding children into groups. Daphne saw her sister stand firmly next to Pansy, waiting for her to come over. Theo wrapped his arms around Daphne. She gripped him tightly.
"Please be careful," Daphne whispered. "Don't do anything stupid. I need you to live, Theo. We need you, Theo."
He nodded into her shoulder and mumbled against her neck, "I promise, agápi, and in my return you can crown me with laurel," Theo winked.
Daphne chuckled and kissed him hard. "I love you so much."
"And I you."
May 2
Pansy was the last to climb out of the hole and into the abandoned shop. Daphne had been the first to make sure all other children got in safely. She found Daphne standing in front of the windows with Astoria. She joined them.
The sky was glowing in the distance. Pansy realized they were watching heavy wand fire. "Do you think they are alright?" Daphne asked.
"They'll be fine," Pansy tried to reassure her, though she wasn't very convinced herself.
Astoria gripped onto her sister. Pansy glanced back. Everyone seemed to be huddled in groups. She could hear the cries and whimpers coming from them.
"Please be over soon," she whispered to herself. "Please, please, please."
May 2
Blaise threw a brick to the side and kept going. At this time, Draco was having Blaise and Theo move rubble. Blaise did not see the point in this. All the people were getting out and they were heading to safety.
"We are going to safety, right Drake?" Blaise shouted ahead.
Draco turned back. "No we aren't. I've already lost Crabbe and I don't know where Goyle is. You two are helping me."
Theo stopped. "I'm not helping you with anything involving Riddle."
"Riddle?" Blaise was confused, and from the looks of it, so was Draco.
"Tom Riddle," Theo said. The boys only blinked. Theo sighed. "Tom Riddle is the Dark Lord. That's how my father refers to him most of the time because barely anyone knows that is his name."
"This isn't for Him," Draco finally answered. "This is for us. I need to get out of here with my family but I had just needed to make sure that the rest of this family is safe."
"Being a coward?" Blaise asked. "We would've been fine down there." The sound of a wall clattering hit their ears followed by a few screams. "See it's more dangerous here."
"Then leave, Zabini," Theo barked. "That's what you and your mother are good at. Heard she's in France because this war is hurting her chances of finding a new husband."
Blaise chucked a piece of brick and almost hit Theo in the head. "I am better than her! Now let's get moving."
Blaise moves piece by piece. He didn't pay attention to anything or anyone around him. When he made it a hall that led outside, he looked behind him and saw Draco was helping Theo get a younger year out from underneath rubble. Blaise took this opportunity to run. He was better than his mother, but even he knew it was insane to stay.
May 2
Theo pointed the second year into the direction of the infirmary. He knew he couldn't send the little Ravenclaw to safety because the child was already scared of him enough.
Theo looked around. "He's gone."
Draco nodded. "Doesn't surprise me. We've got a floor left and then you can get to Daphne."
Theo nodded and the two moved on. "What if this doesn't end well?"
"What does that mean?" Draco asked. "I feel like either way we are fucked. If Potter wins, then we are just going to be scum and spat on in the streets. If uh...Riddle wins, then we are stuck in hell."
Theo paused. "Do you hear that? Do you feel that?"
The ground seemed to rumble again. "I did that time," Draco agreed. I think everyone is going outside."
"Let's go."
May 2
Draco had never wanted to be a muggle as much as he had in that moment. The sight of Potter's body drove chills through his body. He turned to Theo. "You need to get out of here," Draco whispered. "Go to Daphne. Try and get people out of Hogsmeade."
"Even with all of this going on, my father should still be home," Theo replied. "We'll be there. Please take care of yourself, Draco."
Draco hugged his long time friend. "As long as you do the same. Get out of here."
Draco watched his friend run back into the castle to help their Slytherin family. Draco scooted through the crowd to see better. He saw the Weasleys along with Granger, McGonagall, Longbottom, and Lovegood down in the front.
The death eaters split and Voldemort walked down the center with Nagini slithering around him. Draco gulped. He had feared this moment for so long. "Today has been one 17 years in the making. You have all waited and hoped that I would never return. Alas, now here I am. I see no more reason to fight. I give you all the opportunity to join us."
Draco noticed his parents standing in the very front. This was his opportunity. He limped forward towards his mother. She met him half way and guided him to his father. "I was so worried about you," she whispered.
The Malfoys stood by each other, but Draco was zoned out from everything. He could see Longbottom step forward. He watched the snake slither forward, but he couldn't hear a word. He watched the snake die.
Draco watched Hagrid drop Potter's body on what must've been Voldemort's command. Voldemort pointed his wand at Potter and cast a few spells before turning back to the others. He seemed to focus on the front group and levitated Potter's body to them. So this was the end.
May 2
Hermione watched her best friend's body drop in front of her. She could feel her muscles weaken. "It's time to end all our fighting. Your messiah is out of commission. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so by chance."
Her head snapped up at Voldemort's words. "These times have defined who is your family; they are the ones by your side who have not flinched," She could feel his red eyes on her. No, she thought. No it couldn't be. She wanted to vomit at her audacious thought.
"I am calling a ceasefire for the next week," the group of death eaters grumbled until their master held up his hand to finish speaking. "What is the point of running our world when there's no one to have control over? One week and perhaps we shall all negotiate."
Voldemort seemed to smile towards Hermione before apparating away with all the other death eaters. Hermione couldn't breathe as the Weasleys gathered around Harry's body.
"We need to go, Hermione," Neville said. He helped her towards the others. "The Order is going to the Burrow."
Hermione only nodded and allowed Neville to take care of her. She couldn't handle this right now. The landed in the front yard of the Burrow. Hermione took a step forward but Neville stopped her.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" He asked.
"You're my oldest friend, even more so than Harry and Ron," she whispered. Neville nodded. "You know who's words freaked me out. I'm going to tell you things no one else here knows. On December 31, 1980, my parents were murdered. Everyone, even me for a bit, believed them to be killed by a muggle serial spree killer. My parents weren't the only ones who died that night. It wasn't until the summer going into fifth year I figured out it must've been death eaters because burned onto the wood of my childhood bedroom is the their symbol. My aunt and uncle raised me, and next door to us was a middle aged man named Thomas Marvel."
"Your parents are dead? You always said they were dentists, and they respond to Mr. and Mrs. Granger," Neville was shocked.
"My aunt and uncle are dentists, and they respond to Mr. and Mrs. Granger because that's who they are. My uncle and Dad were brothers," she explained. "Anyway, my aunt and uncle had no children of their own, and even after gaining guardianship of me, and they did love me very much, they still had their own life as well respected dentists. Thomas became my best friend and pretty much my family. I seemed to be in his care for three fourths of a year. It was him who gifted me copies of my cherished muggle books and this bracelet," She shook her right wrist.
"One of the days he was watching me was my eighth birthday. He and I were talking and he mentioned this quote, 'When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching—they are your family'. That quote was everything to us because as I got older my aunt and uncle seemed to be gone more and I was with him more. He is...no was my family. I saw him the day I obliviated my aunt and uncle. I was going to obliviated him too but he said he was moving away. I left him with his memories of me. I couldn't destroy the family I had."
"You know who said something like that," Neville realized.
Hermione nodded. "And Tom is short for Thomas, and Marvel is an uncommon synonym for Riddle."
With the use of Google translate:
agápi (Greek)- love