"Ah!" Ronald yelled in pain.
"You all right?" Harry shouted in concern. It was hard to hear each other over the sounds of the yells and screams of battle.
"Just got an arrow wound," Ronald winced as he pulled the arrow out of the arm of his chain mail armor. He was thankful that for once he had listened to his big brother and worn the heavy chain mail rather than his normal thick leather. Leather was much more comfortable and could hold off all right from slashes from swords, but was no use with arrows.
"Look out!" Harry yelled. There was the loud clang of metal hitting metal then a man fell dead in front of Ronald, blood pouring out of a chest wound.
"Thanks," the redhead said gratefully.
"You should watch out for yourself little brother. Next time you may not be so lucky" Harry grunted.
In another part of the castle, the rest of the family was also fighting.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Well said," the Queen smirked. "Avada Kedavra!" she shouted. Another man fell down.
"You're not so bad yourself mother" Draco smirked back. He turned to face a man running up to him from behind.
"Petrificus Totalus" he said calmly, pointing his wand. The man froze and fell to the floor where he was trampled by his fellow fighters. His mother nodded approvingly.
"You're learning well. Avada Kedavra!" she shouted again. The men suddenly stopped coming and looked at the two, afraid. Then they turned and bolted. Draco smiled at his mother.
"Not bad for the only fighting woman in Hogwarts" he said then turned and left for the castle.
"How many of them ARE there?" Ronald shouted.
"Thirty-six…" Harry counted as he slashed down another man. There was the sound of a horse neighing. Startled, the brother glanced in the direction of the horse. The rider wore a helmet and steel armor. The armor had the emblem of a silver snake on a green background on the left side of the chest. The rider had a shield attached to the side of the horse, which also had the design of a silver snake, twisting, curling and hissing venomously on an emerald green background. The person sat proudly atop a tall, elegant cream-colored horse.
"Draco?" they both mouthed the question on their minds.
"I thought he hated fighting!" Ronald said.
"Well, at least he's joining us now. Better late than never" Harry said.
"But why's he on his horse?"
"Probably wants to show off. Just ignore him," Harry said, just missing a powerful stab to his left. Ronald kept watching his younger brother in admiration. Both himself and Harry were better skilled in fighting, the both of them being knights, but his little brother looked so natural. He sat up straight and tall, yet relaxed. Ronald watched as the teen lifted his sword high into the air… then he realized.
"Harry!" Ronald yelled urgently.
"What is it?" the man panted.
"Isn't that father?" the redhead asked, pointing. Harry looked.
"Yes, it… DRACO! STOP!" he shouted. The boys watched in horror as the armored teen brought the shining sword down in a swift, fluid movement. Right into the king's chest. The sword was sharp; it pierced right through the thin steel armor that Lucius wore, right through his flesh and right through to the other side. The man gasped and touched his wound gingerly. A look of shock and surprise came over his face as his hand came away with blood. Suddenly he coughed a shower of blood. Slowly the rider took out his sword, which was now a wet red from the blood. The king shook on his feet and opened and closed his mouth, as if trying to breathe but not succeeding. The rider bent down so the princes couldn't see, lifted up his helmet and kissed the king lightly, respectfully, on the forehead. Then he closed his helmet again and kicked the king down onto the floor violently. The rider tossed his head proudly, turned his horse and galloped away. Ronald stood staring, not believing what just happened. Harry ran to his father, who had blood trickling out of his mouth. He breathed, painful, ragged breaths.
"Father?" Harry asked softly. Lucius looked at his with cloudy eyes, smiled weakly… then his eyes glazed over. A short, slim person near the prince clad in leather armor looked down at the dead king and yelled something loudly in a different language. There was the sound of running footsteps. Harry looked up and realized something.
"They're leaving!" Harry shouted. Ronald had also realized that, snapping out of his shock.
"I wonder why?" he asked, lowering his sword. He shook his head, wavy red hair damp with sweat. Unlike his brother, he preferred to fight with as much freedom as possible. He preferred light, flexible thick leather armor to heavy chain mail. He preferred light leather boots to the stronger but heavier steel boots. He disliked the metal helmets that his brother wore and refused adamantly to wear one, saying that he'd rather put his head in a tight cardboard box. His brother took off said armor.
"They're leaving," he repeated, dazedly, running a gloved hand through his raven hair. Ronald ran over to him and looked at his father, in his brother's arms. His eyes welled up with tears. He bent down and slowly, with a shaking hand, closed his father's eyelids.
"Sleep in peace, father," he whispered.
The brothers stormed into Draco's room. The boy was calmly reading a book. He looked up irritably as they entered.
"What?" he snapped, angry at having had his privacy intruded.
"Draco-" Ronald started but Harry cut in.
"Why did you kill father?" he demanded furiously. The blonde arched his eyebrow slightly.
"I did no such thing" he said.
"Liar!" Harry hissed.
"Har…"
"Tell the truth! We SAW you! In armor, on your horse…"
Draco snorted. "You saw me? You know for a fact that I detest armor and fighting. And when you say you saw me, did you really? Did you see my face?"
"You were wearing your armor! Only YOU wear the silver snake!"
"Harry, he's got a good poi-"
Harry stalked away and quickly returned.
"Do you deny that this is yours?" he asked, shaking a sheathed sword in front of his brother's face.
"No" Draco said. Harry took the sword out.
"So, if you weren't fighting, why is the sword bloody?" he shouted. Draco looked calmly at the sword.
"The cook probably used it as a butchers knife, the stupid woman" he said. The sword swished through the air and was suddenly at the young prince's neck.
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" Harry yelled, his voice almost breaking into a shriek. Draco looked calmly at the sword. He flicked his hand and the swords handle burned red-hot. It clattered onto the floor as Harry dropped it.
"I DID already. You should rephrase your question to 'tell me a lie'"
With a roar Harry punched his surprised brother, who quickly recovered and kicked Harry back. Soon they were fighting each other and not holding back. It was obvious that Harry was winning, being older, bigger and stronger. There was suddenly a loud bang.
"Stop!" Ronald yelled, his voice ringing with authority. The brothers looked at him in shock; he had never spoken like that before.
"Harry, I think he has a point. He never did like to wear armor. He always does his… magic… And besides, it's bad enough father dying. Virginia doesn't even KNOW. Do you really want to break her heart by telling her that, not only father died, but Draco too?"
"I can take care of myself…" Draco muttered.
"What gives you the right to order me around?" Harry asked the redhead icily, sounding, for a moment, like his youngest brother. To his surprise his brother stood tall and looked up straight into his eyes.
"Because father named me heir. So now I am the king," the man said. Harry glared venomously at his brothers and stormed out of the room without a word. The blonde looked at his elder brother, who stood on the spot, trembling.
"Thank you" he said, then, as nothing had even happened, sat down and continued reading his book.
The funeral was a sad one. Ronald wasn't sure whether it was more sad because his father had died or because hardly anyone showed up. His heart almost broke as he watched his sister break down, wracked with sobs, her head on the king's still, cold chest. He looked at his siblings. The youngest prince stood with his mother, staring coldly at the corpse. As if nothing had really happened. His elder brother kneeled beside his father, head bowed, tears streaming down his cheeks. Harry hadn't been talking to Ronald since he stopped the fight. Ronald felt the heavy golden crown slip on his head and he pushed it to the right position.
"What a nice position I'm in. One of my brothers isn't talking to me and the other is, as far as I'm concerned, a cold unfeeling block of marble. Perfect" he sighed.
I'm so sorry this chapter took so long! I'm so sorry if this chapter is boring! I've had writer's block! I'm so sorry!
Anyone want to guess who killed Lucius? Draco? A Beauxbaton? Hmmmmmm… suspense!
"You all right?" Harry shouted in concern. It was hard to hear each other over the sounds of the yells and screams of battle.
"Just got an arrow wound," Ronald winced as he pulled the arrow out of the arm of his chain mail armor. He was thankful that for once he had listened to his big brother and worn the heavy chain mail rather than his normal thick leather. Leather was much more comfortable and could hold off all right from slashes from swords, but was no use with arrows.
"Look out!" Harry yelled. There was the loud clang of metal hitting metal then a man fell dead in front of Ronald, blood pouring out of a chest wound.
"Thanks," the redhead said gratefully.
"You should watch out for yourself little brother. Next time you may not be so lucky" Harry grunted.
In another part of the castle, the rest of the family was also fighting.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Well said," the Queen smirked. "Avada Kedavra!" she shouted. Another man fell down.
"You're not so bad yourself mother" Draco smirked back. He turned to face a man running up to him from behind.
"Petrificus Totalus" he said calmly, pointing his wand. The man froze and fell to the floor where he was trampled by his fellow fighters. His mother nodded approvingly.
"You're learning well. Avada Kedavra!" she shouted again. The men suddenly stopped coming and looked at the two, afraid. Then they turned and bolted. Draco smiled at his mother.
"Not bad for the only fighting woman in Hogwarts" he said then turned and left for the castle.
"How many of them ARE there?" Ronald shouted.
"Thirty-six…" Harry counted as he slashed down another man. There was the sound of a horse neighing. Startled, the brother glanced in the direction of the horse. The rider wore a helmet and steel armor. The armor had the emblem of a silver snake on a green background on the left side of the chest. The rider had a shield attached to the side of the horse, which also had the design of a silver snake, twisting, curling and hissing venomously on an emerald green background. The person sat proudly atop a tall, elegant cream-colored horse.
"Draco?" they both mouthed the question on their minds.
"I thought he hated fighting!" Ronald said.
"Well, at least he's joining us now. Better late than never" Harry said.
"But why's he on his horse?"
"Probably wants to show off. Just ignore him," Harry said, just missing a powerful stab to his left. Ronald kept watching his younger brother in admiration. Both himself and Harry were better skilled in fighting, the both of them being knights, but his little brother looked so natural. He sat up straight and tall, yet relaxed. Ronald watched as the teen lifted his sword high into the air… then he realized.
"Harry!" Ronald yelled urgently.
"What is it?" the man panted.
"Isn't that father?" the redhead asked, pointing. Harry looked.
"Yes, it… DRACO! STOP!" he shouted. The boys watched in horror as the armored teen brought the shining sword down in a swift, fluid movement. Right into the king's chest. The sword was sharp; it pierced right through the thin steel armor that Lucius wore, right through his flesh and right through to the other side. The man gasped and touched his wound gingerly. A look of shock and surprise came over his face as his hand came away with blood. Suddenly he coughed a shower of blood. Slowly the rider took out his sword, which was now a wet red from the blood. The king shook on his feet and opened and closed his mouth, as if trying to breathe but not succeeding. The rider bent down so the princes couldn't see, lifted up his helmet and kissed the king lightly, respectfully, on the forehead. Then he closed his helmet again and kicked the king down onto the floor violently. The rider tossed his head proudly, turned his horse and galloped away. Ronald stood staring, not believing what just happened. Harry ran to his father, who had blood trickling out of his mouth. He breathed, painful, ragged breaths.
"Father?" Harry asked softly. Lucius looked at his with cloudy eyes, smiled weakly… then his eyes glazed over. A short, slim person near the prince clad in leather armor looked down at the dead king and yelled something loudly in a different language. There was the sound of running footsteps. Harry looked up and realized something.
"They're leaving!" Harry shouted. Ronald had also realized that, snapping out of his shock.
"I wonder why?" he asked, lowering his sword. He shook his head, wavy red hair damp with sweat. Unlike his brother, he preferred to fight with as much freedom as possible. He preferred light, flexible thick leather armor to heavy chain mail. He preferred light leather boots to the stronger but heavier steel boots. He disliked the metal helmets that his brother wore and refused adamantly to wear one, saying that he'd rather put his head in a tight cardboard box. His brother took off said armor.
"They're leaving," he repeated, dazedly, running a gloved hand through his raven hair. Ronald ran over to him and looked at his father, in his brother's arms. His eyes welled up with tears. He bent down and slowly, with a shaking hand, closed his father's eyelids.
"Sleep in peace, father," he whispered.
The brothers stormed into Draco's room. The boy was calmly reading a book. He looked up irritably as they entered.
"What?" he snapped, angry at having had his privacy intruded.
"Draco-" Ronald started but Harry cut in.
"Why did you kill father?" he demanded furiously. The blonde arched his eyebrow slightly.
"I did no such thing" he said.
"Liar!" Harry hissed.
"Har…"
"Tell the truth! We SAW you! In armor, on your horse…"
Draco snorted. "You saw me? You know for a fact that I detest armor and fighting. And when you say you saw me, did you really? Did you see my face?"
"You were wearing your armor! Only YOU wear the silver snake!"
"Harry, he's got a good poi-"
Harry stalked away and quickly returned.
"Do you deny that this is yours?" he asked, shaking a sheathed sword in front of his brother's face.
"No" Draco said. Harry took the sword out.
"So, if you weren't fighting, why is the sword bloody?" he shouted. Draco looked calmly at the sword.
"The cook probably used it as a butchers knife, the stupid woman" he said. The sword swished through the air and was suddenly at the young prince's neck.
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" Harry yelled, his voice almost breaking into a shriek. Draco looked calmly at the sword. He flicked his hand and the swords handle burned red-hot. It clattered onto the floor as Harry dropped it.
"I DID already. You should rephrase your question to 'tell me a lie'"
With a roar Harry punched his surprised brother, who quickly recovered and kicked Harry back. Soon they were fighting each other and not holding back. It was obvious that Harry was winning, being older, bigger and stronger. There was suddenly a loud bang.
"Stop!" Ronald yelled, his voice ringing with authority. The brothers looked at him in shock; he had never spoken like that before.
"Harry, I think he has a point. He never did like to wear armor. He always does his… magic… And besides, it's bad enough father dying. Virginia doesn't even KNOW. Do you really want to break her heart by telling her that, not only father died, but Draco too?"
"I can take care of myself…" Draco muttered.
"What gives you the right to order me around?" Harry asked the redhead icily, sounding, for a moment, like his youngest brother. To his surprise his brother stood tall and looked up straight into his eyes.
"Because father named me heir. So now I am the king," the man said. Harry glared venomously at his brothers and stormed out of the room without a word. The blonde looked at his elder brother, who stood on the spot, trembling.
"Thank you" he said, then, as nothing had even happened, sat down and continued reading his book.
The funeral was a sad one. Ronald wasn't sure whether it was more sad because his father had died or because hardly anyone showed up. His heart almost broke as he watched his sister break down, wracked with sobs, her head on the king's still, cold chest. He looked at his siblings. The youngest prince stood with his mother, staring coldly at the corpse. As if nothing had really happened. His elder brother kneeled beside his father, head bowed, tears streaming down his cheeks. Harry hadn't been talking to Ronald since he stopped the fight. Ronald felt the heavy golden crown slip on his head and he pushed it to the right position.
"What a nice position I'm in. One of my brothers isn't talking to me and the other is, as far as I'm concerned, a cold unfeeling block of marble. Perfect" he sighed.
I'm so sorry this chapter took so long! I'm so sorry if this chapter is boring! I've had writer's block! I'm so sorry!
Anyone want to guess who killed Lucius? Draco? A Beauxbaton? Hmmmmmm… suspense!
