Title: Muggle Music
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N: Gah! Sorry this took so long! But I had such troubles with it! And I still don't think it sounds too great. ~sigh~ I suppose it will just have to fall victim to the major editing spree I have planned for this fic in the next little while. Oh well. I tried to put a bit of stuff in for the pop fans around here. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I say! Bwa ha ha ha!
Muggle Music
Chapter 8
It's All About Ginny
Draco Malfoy stood back stage, watching the entire scenario unfold. It was like watching the Muggle television in slow motion. The black cloaked figures swarmed onto the stage, the black material swirling about like a dream. One of them slowly pulled out a wand, aimed and a jet of blue magic struck the girl at the microphone.
Ginny fell silently. Her eyes wide with alarm and shock. Her body not even stumbling as she slowly toppled backward.
The last time he had spoken to her he had told her off. Two days had laid in the wake for him to apologize, yet he never did. Now horrifying thoughts ran through his head. Resonating until he felt he would go insane. 'What if I never speak to her again?' This seemed to really matter to him. The next thought even more so: 'What if they killed her?!'
The girl's body hit the ground.
"Ginny!" Draco screamed. The world returned to normal speed and it was only then that Draco became aware of his surroundings. The tunnel vision was over.
People everywhere were screaming. A stampede of individuals behind the stage were scrambling to get out the back exit before the Death Eaters egged on. Draco fought against the crowd, trying to get to the fallen red head. 'This isn't happening,' he thought frantically. 'This has to be another dream.' Sadly, it wasn't.
"Please! Remain calm!" Booi's voice screamed over the panic of the large crowd. "Everything's going to b-" A choking noise echoed over the concert hall and Booi spoke no more.
The screaming from the other side of the stage got louder as Draco approached at high speed. With the stampede of people gone, he encountered no resistance. He moved as quickly and as quietly as he could. He no longer cared what his father had to say, or anyone else for that matter. All that mattered to him now was that he got to Ginny and that she would be safe.
"Hey. Malfoy," someone hissed. He ignored them. It wasn't until he was manhandled behind a large, smoldering, model of Hogwarts that he paid heed.
"Where do you think you are going?" Potter hissed, crouching low beside him. Granger and her boyfriend were close behind. The latter looking so panic stricken that it would have been humorous if not for the circumstances. Granger was muttering comforting words in an attempt to sooth him. 'Lost cause,' Draco thought bitterly, turning his attention to the other boy.
"What's it to you, Potter?" Draco snapped, jerking his arm out of the other boy's grasp.
"Fine," Potter sneered. "I don't care. But you're not going to help Ginny by barreling onto that stage."
Draco glared at him, but even as the angry green eyes glared back at him he realized there was truth behind the Boy Who Lived's words. It would be ludicrous just to walk on up there. He wouldn't even be able to pull his wand, let alone grab Ginny and run before he was shot down. Son of a Death Eater or not.
"So what do we do then?" Draco demanded testily, leaning back on his hunches and looking up at the stage. It was about ten feet away. From the angle they were at they could see what was going on but the people up there could not see them.
"We wait," Potter responded grimly. "Until we get a chance to get her."
~*~
"You will all remain seated if you know what's good for you," a voice rang across the hall, using the microphone Booi had used minutes before.
The entire body of the seated audience looked up in horror at the stage. But by no means were they silent. Cries, sobs and screams greeted Lee Jordan's ears from where he crouched beside the twins and Tom Jeffereson, safely away in a nook just off stage.
"That git's using my microphone," he hissed to the other three present. Tom looked at him as though he were in insane.
"You should go up there and take it back," George offered with a slight grin.
"Yeah," Fred agreed. "I'm sure he'll understand."
Lee glared at the two of them.
"Now let's get all the professors here up on the stage." The four of them craned their heads up to see a dozen or so black cloaked people begin to lead Hogwart's teaching staff onto the stage. None too gently either.
The Death Eaters were everywhere now, nearing one hundred in number. Blocking all the exits and patrolling the rows of seats. Lee figured it was only a matter of time before one came back stage and discovered them. He briefly wondered what the consequences would be, but quickly shoved the thought away.
"That's right," the voice boomed once more. "Now line them up, just as the Master said."
"Master?" Tom asked with a small gulp.
"You-Know-Who," Fred hissed.
"He's here?" Lee asked.
"Why wouldn't he be?" George asked. "This is obviously the Death Eater event of the year."
Both Lee and Tom ignored the twin's attempt at humor and turned their attentions to the stage. The professors had been lined up in the center of the stage, Dumbledore in the center. The instruments had been kicked away, the three boys who had played them being held by as many Death Eaters across the back of the stage. Ginny still lay on the front of the stage, obviously forgotten.
The parade of professors would cause some to believe that people would become quiet. Silent in awe and fear. The total opposite ensued: People screamed louder, rivaling that of their reactions to the performances. Yet it seemed no one dared move from their seats.
"Shut up! All of you!" the voice screamed. "Or we'll give you something to scream about!" It was like magic. Everyone shut up. "Good," the voice cooed. "Very good."
The man with the microphone began to walk towards the stage, pointing backward with a silver gloved hand at the judges. Several Death Eaters strode towards them and proceeded to tie them to their chairs with hexes. Once on the stage the man turned and faced the audience. The only thing Lee could really tell about him was that he was short and rather fat.
"And now," the man's voice echoed. "To introduce the real star of this pathetic show." He turned and looked off to the right side of the stage. The four hidden seventh years followed his gaze. A tall, lanky figure was ascending the stairs, striding to the center of the stage towards the short man. The new addition to the group on the stage stopped beside the other and stared out at the crowd. His face was obscured by his long hood. "Lord Voldemort."
There were gasps from the crowd.
The tall figure pulled back his hood, revealing the most repulsive face Lee had ever seen. It took all his willpower not to scream. The three beside him were in similar states. Lee shivered as the scarlet eyes surveyed the crowd. All of them frozen with fear, eyes wide.
"This is the first time a group such as your own has seen my true face," the Dark Lord's voice rang. "You should feel honored."
Lee felt sick.
The Dark Lord's unworldly eyes swept over the stage, coming to a rest on the girl before him. "Pick her up," he said, with a sweeping gesture from a skeletal hand.
A Death Eater stepped forward and stooped down to grab hold of the girl's hair. Then he stood up, taking her with him.
"Ginny!" the twins burst out at the same time, moving to save her. Both Lee and Tom grabbed hold of them, forcing them to remain hidden, if they hadn't been heard already.
"You can't do anything for her," Tom hissed. "You get on that stage and they'll kill you faster than you can say "ow"."
Fred reluctantly leaned back while George, who Lee had a hold of, still struggled.
The Dark Lord strolled towards the girl, who was hanging limply from her hair. A twisted, terrible grin spread across his skull like face as he stared at her.
"We've got to get up there," George bit out, leaning so hard that Lee had to dig his heels into the ground.
"And I think I know a way," Fred said quietly, staring at something to their left. Lee followed his gaze to see one of the little people from their performance huddled a short distance away. Little Neville Longbottom to be exact. "I think Its time we shook things up a bit."
~*~
Draco looked on in wide-eyed horror as Voldemort raised his disgusting hand and caressed Ginny's face. The grin on the bastard's face disgusted Draco far more than the Dark Lord's actions. He jerked forward to attack, to rip and claw and bite or whatever else instinct told him to do. Only something was holding his back. He turned his head. 'Oh yes,' he thought bitterly. 'Potter.'
"Let go," he snapped, glaring at the boy who was holding firmly onto the back of his shirt. "Don't you care?" he demanded. "Don't you care that that son of a bitch is touching her?!" Draco's anger and possessiveness startled him. It seemed to startle the raven haired boy and company as well.
"Of course I care," he said after a moment, eyes slightly wide with shock. "But if you go up there," he hissed. "You give us all away. Not only your idiotic self."
Draco opened his mouth to protest but never got the chance.
"Leave the child alone," Dumbledore's voice rang off the stage. There was such authority to it that Draco doubted it had belonged to the frail headmaster.
Voldemort snapped his head from Ginny to sneer terribly at the old man. His hand dropped and he stepped away from her, towards him. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back slightly. Potter let go of his shirt.
"I do not believe that you are in any position to be telling me what to do, Headmaster," the Dark Lord spat, moving deftly towards the old man. He stopped but a foot from him. "If anyone moves my Death Eaters will kill them. We have the building completely under our control. And no one knows we're here. In other words, I have you all wrapped around my finger to do with as I wish."
The two men stood there, both standing as tall as they could, coming off to be of equal height. Their blue and red eyes clashing violently with each other. Both of them radiating such an aura of power that Draco would doubt it's existence if he had not been witnessing it first hand. He had only ever seen the daftness of the old man and not this immense power.
"You will not defeat me this time, you old fool," Voldemort snarled suddenly. With that he struck Dumbledore so hard that the ancient man went flying to the ground. McGonagall and several other professors moved to help him. Harry moved as well.
"Move and you die," the Dark Lord said sinisterly. They remained still, eyeing their fallen headmaster in worry and despair.
Albus Dumbledore did not get up.
The Dark Lord's terrible grin spread horribly once more. He turned back to the audience. "Do you see?" he called out. "Your greatest wizard in the world is no match for me. What makes any of you think you have a hope in defeating me?"
The crowd remained silent.
"Now," he turned to some of his Death Eaters. "Shift through the crowd. I want the Boy Who Lived up here when I prove who is the most powerful. For him to be up here when I kill his precious mentor." The Dark Lord drew his wand.
The Death Eaters scattered amongst the hall began to search the audience, violently attacking those who stood in their way. Draco felt the boy beside him stiffen. He seemed about to move. To go up on stage. Granger grabbed onto his arm.
"Harry, you can't," she whispered desperately.
"But all those people are being hurt because of me," he hissed, pulling his wand from his robes. Both Granger and Weasley's eyes widened in realization.
"Harry," Weasley rasped quietly. "If you go up there, You-Know-Who gets everything. Dumbledore, the professors, fear, you. You can't let that happen. We have to have something up our sleeve."
Potter stared at the red head. So did Draco. In his own twisted way, Weasley made sense.
"Fine," Potter sighed after a moment's silence. The four teens turned back to the stage. There was nothing else to do but watch and wait and hope.
Draco's eyes were on the professors as the hall was being searched. Professor Booi was looking around, seeming to also search for Potter as well. He noticed that Snape was looking about in a similar fashion. Booi's eyes suddenly met his own and Draco froze. People on the stage could see them.
Her eyes then darted to the other side of the stage and hovered that for the briefest of instants before returning to the Death Eaters. Leaning back slightly, Draco peered down the length of the stage to see Ginny's twin brothers crouched down there as well.
"Potter," he whispered, nudging the boy beside him.
"What?" he snapped, pulling his anxious gaze away from the scenario unfolding before them.
Gesturing with his head, Draco motioned towards the other hidden group. Potter leaned carefully back and looked as well. He moved back quickly.
"What is it?" Weasley hissed.
"The twins," Potter explained. "They're up to something. I can't tell what though."
Voices on stage distracted them before he could elaborate: "We can't find him sir," a nervous looking Death Eater said in an undertone. Draco suspected that he must be new to the ranks.
"That's impossible," Voldemort hissed dangerously. "I know he's here. I can feel him in my bones." He then used his scarlet eyes and began to peer around himself. After a moment he tutted.
"Fine," he said simply. "If Potter does not want to come out and play, we'll just have to make him." His mouth twisted upwards. "And what better way than to kill someone. Surely the righteous boy would protest to that." His lips twisted more violently as he turned to the line of professors. "Why not one of you?" he said slowly, coming to a stop between Snape and Booi. Draco felt his heart drop further. Something he thought would be physically impossible. Obviously he was mistaken.
"You have been a thorn in my side for far too long, Severus," the Dark Lord said, addressing the greasy haired man. "Playing both sides." He shook his head. "I expected more from you."
Draco felt his head reel. 'Snape?' he wondered. He had heard rumor that he had been a Death Eater, but he never knew… Judging by the reactions of the three beside him, they hadn't known either.
The Dark Lord then turned to the blond haired woman. "And you," he said slowly. "You are the most talked about professor there is." He rose a nonexistent eyebrow. "Your death would bring about a loss of moral for all." He went quiet, seeming to weigh his options on the professor's deaths.
To Draco it was terribly sadistic to a point where he felt sick. And to think: his father was a part of this! He shuddered at a memory of a time he wanted to be just like him.
"I can't decide," the snake faced man said after a minute's silence. "I suppose I will just have to kill you both." He held up his wand.
"I don't think that would be a wise idea," Booi said suddenly, her voice travelling across the hall as all the other voices had. Except her voice drew everyone's attention to the stage. Someone else was standing up to the Dark Lord! Draco looked on in disbelief.
"And why not?" Voldemort asked, amusement barely hidden from his voice.
"Because if I fall," she said earnestly. "The rest of the Order will be on you before you can even think to kill Severus."
"Order?" he scoffed. "What sort of order could bring me down?"
"The Order of the Phoenix," she replied.
There were gasps from the crowd. Draco frowned. What was that woman talking about? What on Earth was an "Order of the Phoenix"? The Dream Team seemed in a similar state of confusion.
The Dark Lord started and Booi for a moment then burst out laughing. It was a terrible sound. Cold and unnatural.
"My dear girl," he snorted. "Do you actually believe that myth will save you? They do not exist. They never have."
"Oh, but they do," Booi sneered, a smirk playing on her face. "And I can tell you this: the wizards and witches of the rest of the world are not nearly as terrified of you as your own nation's." She smirked broader. "You can't intimidate them."
"You lie!" Voldemort growled, pressing his wand to the woman's neck with a speed Draco thought would be impossible.
Booi laughed. "Fool."
Something began to flood onto the stage. It was then that all hell broke loose.
~*~
Remus Lupin stared at the stage. So it was true. Dumbledore had a member of the Order of the Phoenix in the school. 'Amazing how Voldemort picked her out first,' he thought darkly, not much doubting Snape to have been chosen. Everyone had known it would only be a matter of time before he was uncovered. Even Snape himself had known.
He watched in amassment as the current DADA professor laughed in the face of the most evil creature alive. 'It must be true what she said. Other nations are not afraid.' He supposed that was why the Order had been called. They were a small, secretive group of wizards and witches from all across the globe who would band together to fight for a common cause of good. A tradition that had been started somewhere back in the Dark Ages of mankind and carried through until the present. Only the best of the best were allowed in and it was an honor to be selected. Remus had heard rumor that Dumbledore himself had been a member back in his youth.
Something began to flood onto the stage. It took a moment for Remus to realize what it was.
"It's the Little People," he muttered to the dog beside him. Sure enough the tiny Hogwarts residents began to rush the stage.
"Master!" one of the Death Eaters cried out as a portion of the tiny army began to crawl all over him. More Death Eaters soon succumbed to this fate, being bitten, scratched and generally gang beat with picket signs and fists.
Voldemort looked over to the melee of his army and the tiny one. Remus watched as Snape took advantage of the Dark Lord's momentary distraction to kick the man in the shin, Booi graded for his wand. He never would have believed the man's actions if he had not seen them with his own eyes. Snape the Slimy Slytherin actually taking initiative for someone else's cause.
"Get them off!" a random Death Eater screamed, attempting to fling the tiny people off of him.
Something exploded from the center of the stage and the man fell dead, the tiny people stumbling about as if drunk. Remus looked to the source to see Snape, Booi and Voldemort in a dog-pile on the floor, struggling to gain control of the Dark Lord's wand.
"Now!" someone in front of them screamed in an odd accent, standing up. The individual was clad in a navy blue cloak. Remus and the dog beside him looked around to see many more blue cloaked figures stand up amongst the crowd.
They were still out numbered three to one by the Death Eaters.
The Death Eaters patrolling the exits and aisles turned in surprise, wands at the ready. The blue cloaked figures struck the ones at the exits with various freezing hexes and charms before they had a chance to react.
It all made sense now. Dumbledore had expected something to happen. And even if he hadn't the Headmaster must have wanted to assure all present's safety. So he called in the Order to protect and defend people if things went astray.
"Get them you fools!" the silver handed man shrieked.
"Wormtail," Remus hissed, regardless of the people around giving him strange looks. He turned to the black dog, who was growling angrily, and began to untie the transfigured leash. "Hang on Snuffles."
He glanced around the hall to see that many of the Death Eaters guarding the exits had been disabled. A few of the blue cloaked wizards and witches had fallen as well.
"Second wave!" a voice from the balcony screamed. "Now!"
Ordinary dressed people stood up now. He recognized a few of them. 'Aurors.' So they had even more backup. Perhaps Dumbledore had known something was going to happen after all.
"Everybody get down!" another screamed on their level as people began to scream and panic. But then, who wouldn't with different colored hexes and curses flying over head.
That's when the shit really hit the fan. People scrambled everywhere to escape. Aurors and Blue cloaked figures began to combat against the black cloaked Death Eaters. The two forces were now about evenly matched. Individuals were herding the younger children and the elderly to the back of the hall and out the open exits.
Looking about Remus saw common wizards and witches alike begin to aid in the fight. Students as well, mainly the older ones. He looked to the stage to see the professors were now struggling with Voldemort and the three dozen Death Eaters as well.
"Let's get up there before it's too late," Remus called to the dog beside him, dodging a red blast of magic. The dog nodded and off they went.
~*~
"Can we go up there now?" Malfoy demanded from where he was crouched beside Harry, wand at the ready.
Harry turned to look at his two best friends who nodded, pulling out their wands as well. Harry did the same.
Malfoy didn't even wait for a response. He leapt up and vaulted onto the stage with an agility Harry never knew the boy possessed. He realized then, or rather confirmed, that Malfoy really did have it bad for Ginny. He felt a pang of loss.
"Let's go," Ron began but a sudden, loud screech caused the Dream Team to stop. A second later, strange sounds began to travel all along the hall. "It sounds sort of familiar," Ron mused.
"Everybody. Rock your body. Everybody. Rock your body right, Backstreet's back. Alright!"
"Backstreet Boys," Hermione said suddenly, ignoring the skeptical looks of her two companions. "Someone must have hit the Jukebox."
"Or did they?" Ron offered skeptically.
"Do you mean…" Harry trailed off, a funny look on his face. "But then, why would Death Eaters want to listen to Backstreet Boys?!"
A scream from the stage returned the trio's attention back to the situation at hand.
"We can speculate later," Hermione said suddenly. "Let's get up there and help."
"Right," Ron and Harry said at once.
The Dream Team pulled themselves up onto the stage. Instantly they were greeted by a queer sight. A large melee was occurring on the stage, yet all those in the fray seemed to be fighting in sync (no pun intended) with the music.
"Am I original? Yeah. Am I the only one? Yeah. Am I sexual? Yeah. Am I everything you need? You better rock your body now!"
Harry felt his eyes grow wide as they became noticed. A Death Eater pointed at them.
"Stuptefy!" Hermione screamed as Ron punched another approaching one out.
Harry kicked out with limbs, screamed and blasted magic from his wand until his throat went hoarse. Ron and Hermione were in similar stages of battle, fighting side by side.
It occurred to him that the Death Eaters really weren't too bright. (This might have been brought about by the sight of a couple simply falling off the stage screaming bloody murder) It was almost as though this "dark" army had been chosen for their sheer stupidity.
'I wonder what kind of tests they have to pass,' he mused as he hit a particularly odd one with a binding hex.
"Now throw your hands up in the air! And wave 'em around like you just don't care! If you wanna party let me hear you yell! Cuz we've got it going on again!"
He was about to tell his friends about his odd and twisted thoughts but they were missing. It seemed that Ron and Hermione had been separated from him. He looked around but could see no sign of them in the fray. He was about to start searching for them when an acute pain in his forehead stopped him.
With a sudden sense of dread, stupid Death Eater recruitment camp forgotten, Harry turned. The man he was expecting stood there leering at him, a wand once again in hand. It wasn't the Dark Lord's own.
That same, foreign wand was raised and pointed at Harry's chest. He felt his heart within him stop beating.
"Good bye, Harry Potter."
~*~
Katrina Booi was in her element. Battle was what she had been trained for for most of her life. Why she had been recommended to the Order in the first place.
With a swift roundhouse to the head, the Death Eater she was struggling against fell to the ground. Glancing to the rest of the hall, Booi saw her comrades dressed in the customary blue cloaks. She ignored the fact that the body of combatants bellow was fighting in time with the pulsing music with a touch of amusement. Their movements were making the scenario look more like a rave than a battle zone. Despite all this though, she noticed that her comrades were fighting in a similar fashion as herself. Though they employed the use of their wands.
Katrina longed for her wand, but had lost it after that terrifying ordeal with the Dark Lord. She might have looked cool and collected but inside she had been a nervous wreck. She really thought that was going to be the end. Yet, if she hadn't bit back her fear, more people would most likely be dead right now. Severus and herself included.
"Booi!" someone called from behind her. "Duck!" She complied, hitting the ground hard just as a green jet of magic sizzled over her head. She looked up to see Snape whacking the Death Eater responsible with a disregarded guitar. 'Speak of the devil,' she mused.
"So everybody everywhere. Don't be afraid, don't have no fear. Gonna tell the world, make you understand. As long as there be music we'll be coming back again!"
"Severus!" she called, seeing another black cloaked man rise in the other's place. Snape whirled around with the guitar, but was too slow. The Death Eater struck him in the face with his fist, sending the skinny Potions Master to the ground.
Booi scrambled to her feet, stooping to grab her defeated Death Eater's wand. She launched herself at the one who had punched Snape. The two crashed to the ground, where she proceeded to attack with all her might.
"Everybody. Yeah! Rock your body. Yeah. Everybody. Rock your body right. Backstreet's back alright! Alright!"
She felt she was doing good until she felt the man's fist connect with her chest. Something cracked. Booi gasped aloud, momentarily stopping her vicious attack. The Death Eater took the opportunity to punch and kick a few more times, until the woman was on the ground in a ball of pain.
"Get off her you bastard," a man hissed. Booi looked up in time to see Snape knock the Death Eater in the face with the guitar sending him to the ground unconscious. The man's mask fell away.
It was Lucius Malfoy.
~*~
Draco scrambled through the fallen bodies and still standing ones in an attempt to find her. Everywhere he looked that was carnage: Professors fighting, Aurors fighting, the apparent Order of the Phoenix fighting. Even the audience was fighting. The Death Eaters were out numbered five to one. If you didn't count the battling students.
The odd song that had been playing stopped. All present in the hall paused in their battle to look around, almost as if searching for the vacant sound. The did not have to wait long until the void was filled.
"When you are feeling sad and low. We will take it, we gotta go. Smiling dancing, everything is free. All you need is positivity," rang through the hall and still everyone stood still.
"Oh!" someone called from within the seats. "Now they play Brit Pop!" There were a few laughs.
"Colors of the world(Spice up your life)! Every boy and every girl(Spice up your life)! People of the world (Spice up your life)! Ahhhhhhh…"
Music back in swing the battling resumed.
Distraction over, as odd as it had been, Draco turned to look near the back of the stage, He saw the twins and their two friends rush onto the stage as well. They had released the little people. None too soon.
There was a break in the bodies before him and he saw her. 'Ginny,' he thought, seeing the flame-red haired girl lying on the stage. He bolted towards her, skidding to a halt and dropping to his knees in one movement.
Completely heedless as to what was going on around him now, Draco reached out and touched the girl's arm. It was deathly cold. His eyes widened. 'She can't be,' he thought desperately. 'She just can't.'
"Slam it to the left. If you are having a good time. Shake it to the right. If you know that you feel fine. Chicas to the front. Uh uh, go round!"
He carefully rolled her over, looking at her face. Ginny's eyes were wide open, staring blankly up at the ceiling. His breath caught in his throat.
Draco gently touched her face, not quite sure what he was doing.
"Ginny," he whispered, resisting the urge to turn his head away. "Don't be dead."
"Why would I be?" she mumbled slowly.
Draco's eyes widened. "You're not dead?" he asked quite stupidly.
"No," her mumbled words greeted his ears once more. "Just all stiff." Her head rolled slightly as though the stiffness was slowly going away, her eyes turning towards him. "It's you," she said in dismay. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with me."
"I lied?" he offered weakly, suddenly not too comfortable with the sense of relief cursing through him. Relief and something else that was quite alien to him. He tried to ignore it but the feelings persisted.
She moved her head in an attempt to sit up. Without thinking, Draco pulled her into his arms and held her there. She stared up at him.
"How do I know?" she asked, eyes narrowing. "How do I know you're not lying right now?"
"Because of this," he replied. Before he had the slightest idea of what he was doing, Draco leant forward and placed his lips firmly on hers.
"Flamenco. Lambada. But hip hop is harder. We moon walk the foxtrot. Then polka the salsa. Shake shake shake, haka! Shake shake shake, haka!"
Ginny's relatively limp body stiffened in his arms and for an instant he though she would struggle to get away. But to his surprise, and delight I might add, she began to kiss him back.
It was the most wonderful feeling in the world to him. A sense of warmth that radiated through his entire body. Pangs of happiness shooting through him. Her body warm against his. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He felt her arms clumsily reach up to grab hold of him.
"Oi! Get off my sister!" someone called from behind him and Draco pulled back, face flushed. Panting slightly he glanced down to see the sister in question was turning bright red, and had a goofy grin on her face. Her hands were clamped onto his shirt.
Draco looked back to see one of the twins frowning down at him. The other wasn't far behind, cheering for a small pack of little people now armed with nails.
All at once the small armada leapt at a group of unsuspecting Death Eaters and lodged themselves onto the backs of their ankles. They then proceeded to jab the mask wearing felons with the aforementioned nails, quite painfully too. The Death Eaters howled in pain, kicking and swinging their entire legs in an attempt to get them off.
Yet the little people held on. When their nails had been lost they began to use their teeth, their victims still kicking away. Some of the Death Eaters had begun to lean on their comrades for support and their actions began to resemble a Ukrainian dance. Well, if you ignored the howls of pain and flying little people.
"Slam it to the left. If you are having a good time. Shake it to the right. If you know that you feel fine. Chicas to the front. Uh uh, go round!"
Draco turned back to the Weasley twin, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Well that wasn't odd," he muttered, and Ginny nodded in wide-eyed agreement.
"Let's get her out of here before she gets trampled." As if on queue, a howling Death Eater stumbled past, narrowly missing the girl's foot. The twin blew the man away with his wand as though he had been nothing more than a feather.
Draco nodded and stood up, taking the girl up with him. "Can you walk?" he asked after he realized she could stand.
"Sort of," she said softly, staring at his chest.
Without another word, he pulled her right arm over his shoulder and wound his own around her waist. He felt a tingling sensation travel all up his body.
The older Weasley, now accompanied by his double, was looking at him with raised eyebrows but chose not to comment. Instead he, along with the other, nodded and proceeded to clear the way for the two to get safely off the stage.
"Slam it to the left. If you are having a good time. Shake it to the right. If you know that you feel fine. Chicas to the front. Hi Ci Ya Hold Tight!"
Draco could almost feel the girl pressed closely beside him frown. He turned his head down to look at her questioningly.
"Why are they playing Spice Girls?" she asked, the mumbling of her words fading fast.
"Because they like to have the feminine edge to emphasize their sheer brutality and stunning masculinity?" he offered, dodging a running and might I add screaming? Death Eater.
Ginny giggled but seemed to sober up after a moment. She looked around the stage.
"Where's Colin?"
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Colin Creevey was being held by an extremely over grown and smelly Death Eater. He had to struggle not to be sick every time the man moved. The smell was so bad. Yet despite that he had been squirming in an attempt to get away, but the man held fast.
"Shouldn't you be helping the rest of your dirty lot?" he demanded, finally giving up his attempt to break free.
"No," the smelly man grunted, and Colin sighed.
The Brit song had ended as all songs do. A new pop song now took it's place. It had a rock-like edge to it however that caused Colin to frown.
"Dirty pop... *NSYNC... yo ... BT…" traveled to all present's ears. "Sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about what's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out? The thing you got to realize is what we're doing is not a trend. We got the gift of melody. We gonna bring it 'til the end. Come on now..."
Colin began to suspect that the Death Eaters had an affinity for pop music.
He began to simply observe the almost comical war before him. Death Eaters being attacked by little people. Death Eaters being beat up by teachers who seemed too old to put up much of a fight. Death Eaters generally falling about the place. The sliver gloved man running quickly through the crowd in an attempt to get away from a large, black dog. His old DADA professor close behind charged with a large stick of unknown origin. In general there were Death Eaters running amuck and getting their asses kicked all over the place.
"It doesn't matter 'bout the car I drive, what I wear around my neck. All that matters is that you recognize that it's just about respect. It doesn't matter 'bout the clothes I wear and where I go and why. All that matters is that you get hyped and we'll do it to you every time!"
Colin glanced to the place where his camera was hidden near the back edge of the stage. He was just breathing a sigh of relief when some idiot of a Death Eater went crashing to the ground on top of it.
The music stopped around him.
"Nooooooooo!" Colin screamed. Moving so fast and violently with a strength no one knew he possessed, the boy broke free of his captor and hurried toward the fallen Death Eater.
"Where is it?" he screamed, shaking the dazed man when he saw no sign of it. "Where is my Precious?!"
The Death Eater looked confused.
"My camera you git!" he bellowed, banging the man's head on the ground.
Realization seemed to dawn on the unfortunate Death Eater and he reached behind himself and pulled something out. The camera was a right mess: smoking and generally looking pathetic.
"My Precious!" Colin shrieked, nearing insanity if he wasn't there already. "You killed it!" He snatched the broken device and kicked the man in the side. He then began to cradle the camera in his arms. Seeming to register it's master's presence it began to flash, with large, blinding amounts of light. It was like a strobe light really.
Someone screamed in pain.
Colin did the same.
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Harry stood rooted on the spot, too startled to do much of anything else. 'This is it,' he thought. 'I'm dead.' Yet he kept his eyes open, just as he imagined his father had.
The Dark Lord, sensing the boy's submission, grinned wider. "Avada," he began maliciously. Harry took a breath. "Kada-Ahhhhh!"
"Kada-ahhhh?" Harry asked, as the Dark Lord clutched his face. A pulsing light was flashing from somewhere behind Harry. It seemed that the Dark Lord's scarlet eyes were not so accustomed to withstanding bright lights.
"Do you ever wonder why (why) this music gets you high? It takes you on a ride. Feel it when your body starts to rock. And baby you can't stop. And the music's all you got. This must be: Dirty pop, dirrrrty, dirrrrty pop! You can't stop! I know you like this dirty pop! This must be…"
With a moment's hesitation, Harry pushed forward and connected his foot with the withering Dark Lord's ribs.
"That was for my mother!" he yelled down at the man angrily. He kicked the snake man again. "That was for my father!" Kick. "That was for Cedric!" Kick. "That was for everyone whose life you fucked up!" He then lashed out as hard as he could. "And that was for me! You bloody, two faced monstrosity!" he bellowed, kicking out with each word. "You're not even-"
He was cut off as someone grabbed him from behind. He began to struggle against his new captor. "Let go!" he managed, as a new wave of fear spread over him. The size of the man could only mean that he was a Death Eater.
He kicked as hard as he could but it didn't help. The man had him firmly round the middle and was slowly squeezing him so hard that he felt he was being compressed.
"Leave him be!" a familiar voice said sternly from the right. Harry turned just in time to see Dumbledore blast his captor with some hex. He was dropped immediately.
The sound of running feet greeted his ears. "Harry!" he heard Hermione cry and was soon hefted to his feet by Ron. He looked at his two friends graciously then back to the old man. Dumbledore was staring at Voldemort as he struggled to his feet.
"Fools," Voldemort hissed, finally managing to his feet. He was quite the mess with blood and all that about his face. If it could even be called a face.
Before another word could be uttered the Dark Lord took a deep breath and screamed: "Retreat!"
The music stopped and calls of "Retreat!" echoed across the hall and an instant later Harry's vision was clouded by a thick, dense fog. He could barely see his hand before his face.
"They're getting away!" someone called in despair.
Sure enough, when the fog cleared no Death Eater who had stood before were there any longer. They had escaped in their cover, taking with them a few of their fallen members.
Yet bodies from both sides were all along the length of the hall. Most still alive, just hexed into unconsciousness. Harry looked among the carnage to the ones left standing.
Snape helping Booi to her feet. Colin crying over his broken camera, which, he realized, had saved his life. (It was still flashing) The twins and co searching for the remaining little people who had survived. Lupin muttering to Snuffles about something. And at the head of it all, his date and enemy looking mighty comfortable in each other's arms.
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A/N: Mwa! It is done! Well, this chapter anyway. There is only one left! ~dances happily~ Sorry. Really don't much care for this one anymore. Not enough D/G or humor and the novelty has worn off. Now it's time for a new fic! ~giggles~ Coming soon I assure you!
Many thanks to: LoverOfTheSnowHairedAngel, fryechild(Sorry about the soon part), Sayo(It makes me so angry when they overplay music. It ruins it!), brown-sugar(And now you can have the new LP CD on repeat for a week), tulzdavampslayer(Only here to make your life miserable honey! JK!), elen, Lallie(Cranky you say? Not good. And I am not that evil. Ok, maybe I am but… You know what? Never mind! You know what I mean. I hope…), oliverwoodsgirl(Sorry honey. Perhaps he'll be in the epilogue though. ~wink wink~), HEARTBREAKER-07!!!(That won't convince me cause I'm blond too. We just have to deal with the confusion I suppose. ~grin~), Dannie7(~laughs~ Yes, Neville is safe. I could never hurt him. Ginny on the other hand…), Sangel, blancheflor(Yeah, Edmonton Transit. What a hoot. So I am assuming your Edmontonian then? Ain't the weather grand??), Rivenloe, Apples_n_oranges(Merci Beaucoup!), Jen(I know, there has been a definite lack. I appall myself), Miah Tolensky, Muffy, Jen, Michi and __wheeze))(Well, I don't really want to thank you, but you gave me a review so I suppose I will. ~evil grin~).
Anyone who liked Colin in this chapter, I urge you to please read my 'Surprise! You're on Colin's Camera!'. It's quite similar and has a bit of D/G snogging in it. ~grin~ And please please review! Now I'm off to listen to the new Linkin Park CD. ~hops up and down in anticipation~