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Chapter 21 Ron's Tale

"Oh dear," Ron muttered, his anger starting to affect every part of him, "Whatever happened to The Boy Who Lived? Yeah right! More like The Boy Who Cannot Be Found By His Suppose To Be Best Friend!" Ron quickly dropped as an arrow flew right over his head.

"Maybe you should be a bit more careful, ya mangy stinking slobbering thing!" Looking with great disgust, Ron avoided the puddle of slobber coming from a miniature giant. Ron had always thought it would be funny if such a thing actually did exist. It looked just like a giant only smaller, more human size, but its brains were smarter, but not by much. Miniature giants excelled at one thing, the one thing they were obsessed about. This one was clearly obsessed about archery.

"Oi!" An ax fell to the ground right in front of him. Picking it up he mumbled, "Is everyone in this battle stupid?"

He soon found use for the ax, chucking it in the back of a really ugly two-legged creature. Glaring at the dying thing he grumbled a few profanities and went along his way, yelling out Harry's name as he went.

"You did a no-no," came a deep voice.

Stopping, Ron looked around for the voice, and then with a bad feeling he looked up. Not four feet away stood a giant, quite smaller than the rest, but a giant nonetheless and not a miniature giant either. The ten-foot giant had a greenish tint to him and his ears were way too small. However, the giant's eyes were perfect both in size and vision.

"You got a problem?" Ron challenged, his mood not lightening in the slightest.

"You did a no-no," the giant repeated.

"Yes, so you have already said."

"No doing no-nos!" Then with a mighty arm the giant lifted his club high above his head and swung it down, missing Ron by mere inches as he dove to the ground.

"Hey!" Ron called up, "That is a no-no. No hitting Ron!"

The giant was about to swing at Ron again, but he stopped and thought about what Ron had just told him. For a mere second he fought over what his orders were. Then the giant made up his mind. Smiling, the giant swung his club again, this time it connected with Ron's shoulder.

Ron came tumbling down to the ground and rolled twice before coming to a stop. But before he could get his bearings he saw the club rushing towards him again. Instinctly, he rolled over and got to his knees.

"No! Bad!" the giant scolded. "You no move!"

"You nearly dislocated my shoulder!" Ron yelled back, watching the club as it swung yet again towards him.

This time Ron was ready. As the club was about to strike him, Ron ducked. Once it passed he hopped up and with a mighty war cry that sounded more like a cry of a boy who moved his dislocated shoulder the wrong way, sliced the giant's foot.

The next thing Ron knew, he was up in the air going backwards. Then he was falling. The impact of meeting the ground after being kicked by a giant knocked him senseless. Trying to clear his head, Ron groped the ground. A groan escaped him as he turned over to his stomach. Shaking his head again, he tried to focus on something.

"I make you fly!" squealed the giant, all anger gone replaced with a childish amusement. "I make you fly again."

Struggling to see straight, Ron tried to grab his tomahawk, but it was just out of his reach. He could feel the earth shake as the giant bounded over to kick him again. And again he reached out, pushing himself closer, but every little move made his ribs yell in pain.

His heart stopped when the earth calmed down and a huge shadow fell across him. With one last grab at his weapon, Ron snatched it and swung it into the giant's foot as it came downwards to kick him. But things never go as planned.

( )

"Aslan, where are we going?" asked Lucy. She, Hermione, and Aslan raced faster than she had ever gone across the meadows and small valleys, climbing up steep hills as if Aslan was dancing on clouds.

Aslan leapt across a small stream. Both Lucy and Hermione let out a small scream, but it was more out of excitement than fear, but all the same Hermione tightened her grip on Lucy and Lucy to Aslan.

"There are those who wish to fight against the White Witch yet again."

"But everyone who is on your side and able to fight are already there," protested Hermione.

"All those who are able, but there are those who are not yet able," Aslan replied.

Just then, He reached the top of the hill and their destination drew gasps from the girls.

"That's the White Witch's Castle," Lucy breathed.

Although no one could see it, Aslan smiled.

Within minutes, Aslan had ran all the way to the entrance, the sinister gate a reminder of the injustice that Aslan would remedy. The great lion nudged the gate with his nose and as if unlocked, the gate swung open and Aslan walked inside.

As soon as he had entered, Aslan stopped. The girls slid off his back and stared at all the statues.

"The poor things," Lucy grieved. Hermione hugged her and glanced at Aslan.

The King of Narnia looked solemn, as if he had known each and every creature that had been turned into stone within the witch's graveyard. His head was bowed and a few tears dripped down his perfect face.

Walking around, both girls were reminded of the price of freedom and their hearts grew heavy. Hundreds of statues seemed to stare at them through stone eyes, their silenced screams sounding in their ears.

"Aslan!" Lucy gasped. She had stopped dead in her tracks; her hands covered her mouth, her eyes wide in shock. Standing before her was the statue of Mr. Tumnus. "Oh Aslan. He was my friend."

"As he is mine," Aslan said. Lucy caught the tense change wondering what the great lion meant.

He walked over to the fawn and a small smile formed. Then with a great breath Aslan blew the breath of life on the statue. In only seconds He heard two gasps. The statue of Mr. Tumnus seemed to melt away, leaving in its place the real living Mr. Tumnus.

"Oh," groaned the fawn. His arms went to his sides instead of staying in the air guarding his face and his face no longer held a face of fear. Then his scarf turned back to red and moved softly in the wind. Looking around Mr. Tumnus noticed Lucy first.

"What are you doing here?"

Lucy couldn't talk but she didn't have to. She ran over to the fawn and gave him a hug.

"How did you do that?" Hermione questioned in amazement.

In reply the lion only smiled.

Noticing Aslan for the first time Mr. Tumnus froze, his eyes wide.

"Aslan, I scarce believe my eyes."

"Then believe your heart, Mr. Tumnus," Aslan told him.

The fawn knelt down and bowed his head.

"Rise, for you have earned my respect," Aslan purred softly.

Aslan walked to the nearest statue and again with a mighty breath he blew the breath of life onto that statue. And just like Mr. Tumnus that statue seemed to melt into a living creature, only this time it was a griffin.

Within moments all the statues had become living creatures again, talking, laughing, and moving. The news of what was going on spread quickly among them and they voiced their desire to end the reign of the White Witch and join the battle.

Aslan's voice broke through the small crowd. "We shall fight in battle, but there are those inside who wish to fight as well, and not all of them are on her side."

"Then what are we waiting for?" asked a chipmunk. "Let's go get em!"

Needing no more encouragement, the creatures stormed the castle following Aslan, capturing the witch's followers and watching in wonder as Aslan freed those captive inside.

Much to the surprise of Lucy and Hermione, right inside the castle lay Hermione's medieval crossbow and her quiver of arrows and Lucy saw her dagger with the small diamond bottle.

"How did they end up there, on that round table by the entryway?" Lucy asked. Feeling foolish she instantly knew the answer. Aslan.

( )

Draco cursed his bad luck. Three trolls, one ogre, two bulls, and too many creepy dwarves to count had all been slain, needless to say by him. But this was just ridiculous.

It would have been a tiger except instead of two eyes it had one and instead of paws it had dragon-like claws. The stripes were black and white except the white turned blue or purple randomly. However, it was smaller than an average tiger, but what it lacked in size it made up by terrifying looks.

The tiger-dragon-thing circled around Draco, a deformed purr coming from the creature. Its teeth were sharp and gleaming but its breath was nearly unbearable.

Gripping his sword for all he was worth, Draco turned around with the beast. Then with a high-pitched scream it lunged at him, its claws shredding part of his sleeve and just missing his skin. The moment it landed it turned its body around and lunged again. This time Draco jumped out of the way.

Circling again, Draco noticed a long cut alongside the underbelly. It wasn't very deep but blood still dripped down the more the cat moved. Waiting for the cat to strike was unnerving, the cut distracting him momentarily.

As if the tiger-dragon-thing sensed his fear it started circling him tighter and tighter and tighter until it jumped at Draco. Using his shield he tried to protect himself from its large claws. Then using all his might, Draco pushed the tiger off of him, slicing at his left leg.

With a scream the tiger pounced on him again, knocking out his breath, and pinning him down for good.

Draco nearly lost the small lunch he had eaten as the cat's breath hit him full on. Trying to breathe he desperately tried to push the tiger off of him, but he couldn't budge it.

With a smile, the tiger used one of its giant claws to swipe across his face but before the cat was able to, its claw along with most of the leg was severed, falling limply to the ground right by Draco's head. The cat screamed and lunged at whoever had saved Draco's life.

Gasping, he sat up. Turning around Draco saw the tiger's head, four feet away from its body. Draco closed his eyes, trying to calm his stomach. He knew he had grown deathly pale, even for him.

"Watch out!"

Draco turned around again just in the nick of time. A giant was stumbling and about to fall on top of him. Trying to roll out of the way was all he could do as the giant's journey to the ground grew to an end.

With a huge thud the giant crashed into the ground, its arm hitting Draco on the back, knocking out his breath just like the beheaded tiger had done.

"Draco!" came a familiar cry. Crawling out from under the giant's arm, Draco saw Pansy running towards him.

She knelt down next to him as he sat up, his shield and sword still clutched in his hands.

"You alright?" she asked with concern.

"When I get my breath back I'll tell you."

With a grin Pansy pulled Draco up. For a moment Draco forgot how to stand and fell against her, his head resting on her shoulder.

"If you didn't have a bloody gash on your forehead this might be romantic," Pansy commented sarcastically.

"Shut up," came a muffled reply. Pansy couldn't help but smile.

"There you two are," huffed a voice.

Both Draco and Pansy twirled around, Draco nearly falling to the floor. Edmund just stared at them.

"If this is the best romantic scene you could come up with you should have at least asked for advice, you know."

"Shut up!"

Grinning, Edmund told the news. "Peter said we have to fall back. If you see Harry, tell him the news."

"Right," Pansy said, unsure what to say and very aware of the funny way Edmund was looking at her and Draco, who was still leaning against her.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Well get going!" Edmund replied and ran off, dodging a dagger and stabbing a dwarf.

"You heard what he said," Pansy glared at Draco. "We have to find Harry."

"Or we could just accidently forget and tell everyone else."

"Like it or not, we have to tell Harry. We're not at Hogwarts; we're in the middle of a frickin battle!" She pushed Draco off her shoulder and helped him stand up without toppling over.

"Can you at least come with me so I know you're not dead or something?" Draco pleaded.

"I better or you'll be the one who ends up dead."

Just at that moment an ogre fell between them, causing them both to fall over. With a glare Pansy decapitated it while Draco watched, almost too stunned.

"Draco, you're hopeless."

( )

No sooner had Ron's tomahawk sliced the giant's foot before he felt himself flying through the air again, crashing down hard. As he forced himself to stand up he saw the giant hopping around with his foot in his hands.

Spotting his tomahawk, Ron walked over to it, and picked it up. Noticing a lifeless fawn, Ron stole his small blade out of his hand. With a snide remark, he threw the sword through the air and into the giant's chest, piercing its heart. Within seconds, the giant was dead on the ground.

"That's one nice throw," commented a voice.

Turning around Ron nearly screamed. Instead he used sarcasm.

"Of course you come now. Don't even think of helping out your best mate, The Boy Who Just Randomly Shows Up."

Harry smiled, still impressed with Ron's throw.

"Ron, what's wrong with your shoulder?"

Glaring with venom, Ron turned and started walking away with a slight limp.

"Peter said we need to fall back."

Shaking his head, Harry followed his best friend, "You gunna tell Hermione about that giant?"

Skidding to a stop, Ron twirled around. "Harry, are you mental? Of course I'm telling Hermione I took down a giant…foaming at the mouth…with fangs…and a "Luck of the Irish" T-shirt…"

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