disclaimer: all belongs to J.K.Rowling, although i wish Draco were mine...
*sigh* This will be **SLASH** so don't like, don't read...
Chapter 11
Blaise was quietly observing the castle he called home. The nightair was chilly and the fact that he was about to attack some of his good friends didn't exactly help the feeling of unease that was creeping up inside of him. At least he was in good company. Draco was standing behind him while Snape was right of them, carefully watching Hogwarts for any signs of activity.
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Far off in another part of England Dan shivered. He was standing inside of the Leaky Cauldron pointing his wand at a mudblood witch. Lucius Malfoy was right there next to him, bellowing out orders. Little groups of masked figures scurried around, securing the pub.
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Draco looked over at Severus when something exploded behind him. It had started.
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Harry and Ron had pulled on some pants and had run into the commonroom, alerting the rest of their house. Now they had joined up with Hermione and George. The four had slipped out of the Gryffindortower and were making their way down towards the Great Hall.
All prefects and the various head girls and boys had been roused to help the various teachers defending the catle from the intruders.
As Harry and Ron slipped around a corner they discovered that their friends were no longer behind them.
"Bloody hell."
Harry quickly pushed open a door and the two friends were out in the open, behind the group of Deatheaters. Suddenly one of them turned and looked right at them. Ron shifted uncomfortably when the dark figure made it's way towards them.
"Harry! We have to do somethig." The red-head muttered in an urgent whisper.
"Just wait until he's close enough..."
"I you say so."
Ron was clutching his wand so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
Harry raised his wand when he noticed that the approaching deatheater was none other than Snape. When he was directly next to them he pulled back his hood.
"Are you two bloody crazy? Get back into the damn castle before I do something rash. Just be happy that I discovered you, and not someone else..." Harry had never heared his Potionsteacher this angry before.
"Sorry... but what can we do?"
"Join the others at the Entrance Hall if you must."
"Okay..." Harry and Ron turned away and re-entered the castle.
They made it to the front of the castle were they were joined by Hermione, Fred and Goerge.
"Where in hell were you two? We were worried sick!"
"Got lost, sorry."
Hermione rolled her eyes but hugged the two to her, thankful that they were back. Suddenly the door was blasted away and Harry fell to the ground.
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"Crucio!" The mudblood fell to the floor. Lucius towered over the screaming 14-year old. "May this be an example to you. No all of you, shut up!"
The pub went earily quiet.
Dan swallowed when he saw the terrified expressions on the hostages faces.
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Harry came to caughing. All around him people were screaming and curses were flying through the air. He was suddenly yanked into a standing position by a Deatheater.
"Leave me!" He grabbed for his wand and muttered a curse that sent his captor flying. Breathing hard he sank to the floor and crawled away.
Across the room, Draco was throwing curses at his old classmates.
"Crucio!"
Hermione Granger crumpled to the floor, crying out in pain. Ron who had heard her yell of pain ducked behind the small deatheater and then jumped him, knocking him into the table. Draco felt an agonizing jolt run through his back.
He faught against his enemy and finally threw him off.
Dan crouched on the floor, evading the curses that were being cast. The door of the Leaky cauldron had suddenly burst open, admitting 8 Aurors. Fighting had started and Dan had dived under a table.
As he turned he suddenly met the eyes of a frightened young girl. She opened e mouth to scream but Dan clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Be quiet. Or do you want them to find us?"
The girl shook her head and stared at Dan.
"I wont hurt you. What's your name?"
"Lizzy."
"I'm Dan. Come here. It's safer back where I am." The girl crawled towards him when she was suddenly illuminated by a green light. She screamed and was no more. Dan stiffeled a desperate scream and pressed himself into a corner, sobbing silently.
Harry had dissarmed two Deatheaters and was now advancing on a third, who abrubtly turned and cast the Cruciatus on him. Harry fell to the floor cringing in pain. Adolfus Goyle leaned over Harry and laughed evily. "You'll be a good prize." Harry tried to flee the hands but was too weak to move properly. Suddenly Goyle senior fell to the floor, unconsious. In his place was a slim boy clad in a ripped robe, carrying his mask in his hands.
"Potter."
Harry sat up warily, recognizing the voice that he hadn't heard over half a year.
"Mafloy?"
The blond came closer.
"What do you want with me?"
"Nothing."
Harry picked himself up from the floor, ignoring the agony screaming through his veins. He gripped his wand tight, ready to attack.
Draco came even closer and Harry was shocked at his appearance. Blood was running down the pale face, almost artistically aranged bruises ran across his jawbone. His lip was split, one drop of darkred blood dripped onto his unblemished chin. The boys eyes were tired and haunted. Harry didn't remember this Draco Malfoy. The boy he had known was haughty, arrogant. A compleate idiot. This boy was not his nemesis.
"Draco?"
"I'm sorry. Don't tell anyone that I saved you, okay?"
Even his voice sounded tired and lost.
"I wont. But why did you?"
Draco smiled mysteriously and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could answer the room was filled with a deafening roar and blinding green light shot into every corner. Harry gasped and clenched his eyes shut. When he reopened them Draco had dissapeared along with the rest of the Dark Lord's minions, leaving only chaos.
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As Dan realized that the battle had stopped he came out of his hiding and watched in fascination as the ministry officals were talking to Lucius Malfoy as if he was their greatest buddy. Dan apparated to Durmstrang.
There he shut his eyes and wished himself to forget.
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Fred Weasley looked around the Great Hall. The tables were blasted apart and overturned. Many teachers and students were looking around dazedly, amazed that they had survived. Some where lying on the floor unmoving. Fred silently prayed that the were still alive. He himself had escaped with a bloody forehead and a broked finger. As he looked to the right he noted his two brothers and Hermione standing together, helping each other stand up.
Harry suddenyl came up behind them and they hugged enthusiastically.
Blaise was in pain. He had broken his wrist and two ribbs. He was sitting on the floor, cradeling his arm when he was suddenly helped up by his Potionsteacher.
"Are you alright?"
"Wrist hurts."
"Go to Poppy soon."
"Yes. How are you?"
The tall man had a badlooking wound on his forehead and blood was running down his temple. "It's just a cut." Sanpe helped Blaise over to Mdm. Pomfrey. Then he left him and was just about to leave the Hall when he heared a familiar voice.
"Sev! You're alright?"
"Yes, Lupin. I am." He briefly wondered why he was so grateful to hear Remus' voice.
"Great."
The werewolf smiled at him. Severus smiled back and fled the room, leaving a happy Remus there alone to ponder his thoughts concerning a certain Potionsmaster.
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Draco groaned as he returned to Durmstrang. His whole body hurt like hell and he wanted nothing more than sleep. As he walked through the deserted corridors he laughed coldly to himself. The whole fucking school was probably still out there killing Muggles and Mudbloods.
As he rounded a corner he crashed into Sirius. This was the last thing that the blond remembered for two days.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Classes were cancelled the next day at Hogwarts as everyone tried to process what had happened. The Gryffindors had suffered one casulty. A first year had died. The Gryffindors had been lucky. Ravenclaw had lost three, Hufflepuff four and Slytherin seven.
Three Aurors had died defending the students. The good news was that about 20 Deatheaters had been captured and were now on their way to Azkaban.
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read and review... . merci. I hope this chapter wasn't too strange...
lys: ich höre immernoch modern talking... *breaks out crying hysterically*
Chapter 11
Blaise was quietly observing the castle he called home. The nightair was chilly and the fact that he was about to attack some of his good friends didn't exactly help the feeling of unease that was creeping up inside of him. At least he was in good company. Draco was standing behind him while Snape was right of them, carefully watching Hogwarts for any signs of activity.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Far off in another part of England Dan shivered. He was standing inside of the Leaky Cauldron pointing his wand at a mudblood witch. Lucius Malfoy was right there next to him, bellowing out orders. Little groups of masked figures scurried around, securing the pub.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco looked over at Severus when something exploded behind him. It had started.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry and Ron had pulled on some pants and had run into the commonroom, alerting the rest of their house. Now they had joined up with Hermione and George. The four had slipped out of the Gryffindortower and were making their way down towards the Great Hall.
All prefects and the various head girls and boys had been roused to help the various teachers defending the catle from the intruders.
As Harry and Ron slipped around a corner they discovered that their friends were no longer behind them.
"Bloody hell."
Harry quickly pushed open a door and the two friends were out in the open, behind the group of Deatheaters. Suddenly one of them turned and looked right at them. Ron shifted uncomfortably when the dark figure made it's way towards them.
"Harry! We have to do somethig." The red-head muttered in an urgent whisper.
"Just wait until he's close enough..."
"I you say so."
Ron was clutching his wand so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
Harry raised his wand when he noticed that the approaching deatheater was none other than Snape. When he was directly next to them he pulled back his hood.
"Are you two bloody crazy? Get back into the damn castle before I do something rash. Just be happy that I discovered you, and not someone else..." Harry had never heared his Potionsteacher this angry before.
"Sorry... but what can we do?"
"Join the others at the Entrance Hall if you must."
"Okay..." Harry and Ron turned away and re-entered the castle.
They made it to the front of the castle were they were joined by Hermione, Fred and Goerge.
"Where in hell were you two? We were worried sick!"
"Got lost, sorry."
Hermione rolled her eyes but hugged the two to her, thankful that they were back. Suddenly the door was blasted away and Harry fell to the ground.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Crucio!" The mudblood fell to the floor. Lucius towered over the screaming 14-year old. "May this be an example to you. No all of you, shut up!"
The pub went earily quiet.
Dan swallowed when he saw the terrified expressions on the hostages faces.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry came to caughing. All around him people were screaming and curses were flying through the air. He was suddenly yanked into a standing position by a Deatheater.
"Leave me!" He grabbed for his wand and muttered a curse that sent his captor flying. Breathing hard he sank to the floor and crawled away.
Across the room, Draco was throwing curses at his old classmates.
"Crucio!"
Hermione Granger crumpled to the floor, crying out in pain. Ron who had heard her yell of pain ducked behind the small deatheater and then jumped him, knocking him into the table. Draco felt an agonizing jolt run through his back.
He faught against his enemy and finally threw him off.
Dan crouched on the floor, evading the curses that were being cast. The door of the Leaky cauldron had suddenly burst open, admitting 8 Aurors. Fighting had started and Dan had dived under a table.
As he turned he suddenly met the eyes of a frightened young girl. She opened e mouth to scream but Dan clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Be quiet. Or do you want them to find us?"
The girl shook her head and stared at Dan.
"I wont hurt you. What's your name?"
"Lizzy."
"I'm Dan. Come here. It's safer back where I am." The girl crawled towards him when she was suddenly illuminated by a green light. She screamed and was no more. Dan stiffeled a desperate scream and pressed himself into a corner, sobbing silently.
Harry had dissarmed two Deatheaters and was now advancing on a third, who abrubtly turned and cast the Cruciatus on him. Harry fell to the floor cringing in pain. Adolfus Goyle leaned over Harry and laughed evily. "You'll be a good prize." Harry tried to flee the hands but was too weak to move properly. Suddenly Goyle senior fell to the floor, unconsious. In his place was a slim boy clad in a ripped robe, carrying his mask in his hands.
"Potter."
Harry sat up warily, recognizing the voice that he hadn't heard over half a year.
"Mafloy?"
The blond came closer.
"What do you want with me?"
"Nothing."
Harry picked himself up from the floor, ignoring the agony screaming through his veins. He gripped his wand tight, ready to attack.
Draco came even closer and Harry was shocked at his appearance. Blood was running down the pale face, almost artistically aranged bruises ran across his jawbone. His lip was split, one drop of darkred blood dripped onto his unblemished chin. The boys eyes were tired and haunted. Harry didn't remember this Draco Malfoy. The boy he had known was haughty, arrogant. A compleate idiot. This boy was not his nemesis.
"Draco?"
"I'm sorry. Don't tell anyone that I saved you, okay?"
Even his voice sounded tired and lost.
"I wont. But why did you?"
Draco smiled mysteriously and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could answer the room was filled with a deafening roar and blinding green light shot into every corner. Harry gasped and clenched his eyes shut. When he reopened them Draco had dissapeared along with the rest of the Dark Lord's minions, leaving only chaos.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Dan realized that the battle had stopped he came out of his hiding and watched in fascination as the ministry officals were talking to Lucius Malfoy as if he was their greatest buddy. Dan apparated to Durmstrang.
There he shut his eyes and wished himself to forget.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Fred Weasley looked around the Great Hall. The tables were blasted apart and overturned. Many teachers and students were looking around dazedly, amazed that they had survived. Some where lying on the floor unmoving. Fred silently prayed that the were still alive. He himself had escaped with a bloody forehead and a broked finger. As he looked to the right he noted his two brothers and Hermione standing together, helping each other stand up.
Harry suddenyl came up behind them and they hugged enthusiastically.
Blaise was in pain. He had broken his wrist and two ribbs. He was sitting on the floor, cradeling his arm when he was suddenly helped up by his Potionsteacher.
"Are you alright?"
"Wrist hurts."
"Go to Poppy soon."
"Yes. How are you?"
The tall man had a badlooking wound on his forehead and blood was running down his temple. "It's just a cut." Sanpe helped Blaise over to Mdm. Pomfrey. Then he left him and was just about to leave the Hall when he heared a familiar voice.
"Sev! You're alright?"
"Yes, Lupin. I am." He briefly wondered why he was so grateful to hear Remus' voice.
"Great."
The werewolf smiled at him. Severus smiled back and fled the room, leaving a happy Remus there alone to ponder his thoughts concerning a certain Potionsmaster.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco groaned as he returned to Durmstrang. His whole body hurt like hell and he wanted nothing more than sleep. As he walked through the deserted corridors he laughed coldly to himself. The whole fucking school was probably still out there killing Muggles and Mudbloods.
As he rounded a corner he crashed into Sirius. This was the last thing that the blond remembered for two days.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Classes were cancelled the next day at Hogwarts as everyone tried to process what had happened. The Gryffindors had suffered one casulty. A first year had died. The Gryffindors had been lucky. Ravenclaw had lost three, Hufflepuff four and Slytherin seven.
Three Aurors had died defending the students. The good news was that about 20 Deatheaters had been captured and were now on their way to Azkaban.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
read and review... . merci. I hope this chapter wasn't too strange...
lys: ich höre immernoch modern talking... *breaks out crying hysterically*