Hermione's hand trembled as she clutched her wand, waiting in the Entrance
Hall for The Death Eaters. She felt Draco wrap and arm around her
shoulders.
"Hermione...I'm not sure if we're going to make it through this ordeal," Draco spoke, barely a whisper, his voice quivering with fear. "I need you to know that I love you...and I always will."
A tear fell from Hermione's eye and she stroked his cheek.
"I love you too," She replied and they engaged into what was most likely to be their last kiss.
Severus exchanged a glance with Draco and walked over to him. "Have faith," Snape told the two. "If we stand strong, we can over come this." They both looked over to Keith, Lorus and McGonagall who were sharing a prayer. Dumbledore stood at the back, his eyes no longer twinkling, but a fire burned deep inside them which left an imprint of anger carved onto his elderly face.
Everyone held their breath as twelve, mournful bell tolls sounded.
BOOM! The whole hall began to shake.
BOOM! The Entrance Hall doors now had a splitting crack right down the middle.
BOOM! Every one drew their swords and wands.
BOOM! They have arrived.
Snape's brow furrowed as he drew a silver sword and held his wand in the same manner. He looked over to the other professors.
"This is it," said Severus. Professor Leggs let out a soft sob as he drew his sword. With the last, ear-splitting crack of the doors, everyone gasped as a large cloud of black smoke filled the hall. Voldemort, dressed in a coal black cloak came swooshing out of the mist, his followers looking like wicked shadows behind him.
"Honey, I'm home!" He shouted and raised his arms. Lucius Malfoy, dressed in a mouldy, forest green walked up beside him and smiled an evil grin. "Aren't you going to welcome us, Albus?" The Drak Lord asked and looked to Dumbledore, who hadn't moved since they arrived.
"Ill guests such as yourselves do not deserve my welcome. Back down now, or feel the power of good."
Voldemort laughed a high, cruel chuckle. "Like I have told many, Albus Dumbledore, there is no good or evil, there is only power and those to weak to seek it." Fawkes suddenly flew off of Dumbledore's shoulder and let out a call that sounded like music. The Dark Lord's face became much more pale (if that was even possible) as he watched the Pheonix circle the hall. Albus closed his eyes and smiled.
Hermione felt sudden warmth in her chest, knowing this feeling was courage. Courage was not wanting to do something dangerous, but doing it anyway.
Draco felt ambition, the thirst for doing something, in this case deadly. He then suddenly remembered something Salazar Slytherin told him.
'"The cunning and ambitious will some day fight side by side along with the brave and generous."'
He grasped The Sword of Slytherin tightly and witnessed Death Eaters, then looked over to Hermione, whom wielded The Sword of Gryffindor.
"Are you ready?" He asked her. Hermione looked over, her eyes filled with tears.
"No, but I'm willing, I feel Gryffindor's power running through me." He smiled gently at her as Dumbledore rose his staff.
The Gryffins screamed, The Pheonix called, Death Eaters shouted, Professors whispered, but Voldemort and Dumbledore stood silent.
"CHARGE!" The Dark Lord hollered and The Death Eaters ran towards the professors.
The Battle had begun.
"Hermione...I'm not sure if we're going to make it through this ordeal," Draco spoke, barely a whisper, his voice quivering with fear. "I need you to know that I love you...and I always will."
A tear fell from Hermione's eye and she stroked his cheek.
"I love you too," She replied and they engaged into what was most likely to be their last kiss.
Severus exchanged a glance with Draco and walked over to him. "Have faith," Snape told the two. "If we stand strong, we can over come this." They both looked over to Keith, Lorus and McGonagall who were sharing a prayer. Dumbledore stood at the back, his eyes no longer twinkling, but a fire burned deep inside them which left an imprint of anger carved onto his elderly face.
Everyone held their breath as twelve, mournful bell tolls sounded.
BOOM! The whole hall began to shake.
BOOM! The Entrance Hall doors now had a splitting crack right down the middle.
BOOM! Every one drew their swords and wands.
BOOM! They have arrived.
Snape's brow furrowed as he drew a silver sword and held his wand in the same manner. He looked over to the other professors.
"This is it," said Severus. Professor Leggs let out a soft sob as he drew his sword. With the last, ear-splitting crack of the doors, everyone gasped as a large cloud of black smoke filled the hall. Voldemort, dressed in a coal black cloak came swooshing out of the mist, his followers looking like wicked shadows behind him.
"Honey, I'm home!" He shouted and raised his arms. Lucius Malfoy, dressed in a mouldy, forest green walked up beside him and smiled an evil grin. "Aren't you going to welcome us, Albus?" The Drak Lord asked and looked to Dumbledore, who hadn't moved since they arrived.
"Ill guests such as yourselves do not deserve my welcome. Back down now, or feel the power of good."
Voldemort laughed a high, cruel chuckle. "Like I have told many, Albus Dumbledore, there is no good or evil, there is only power and those to weak to seek it." Fawkes suddenly flew off of Dumbledore's shoulder and let out a call that sounded like music. The Dark Lord's face became much more pale (if that was even possible) as he watched the Pheonix circle the hall. Albus closed his eyes and smiled.
Hermione felt sudden warmth in her chest, knowing this feeling was courage. Courage was not wanting to do something dangerous, but doing it anyway.
Draco felt ambition, the thirst for doing something, in this case deadly. He then suddenly remembered something Salazar Slytherin told him.
'"The cunning and ambitious will some day fight side by side along with the brave and generous."'
He grasped The Sword of Slytherin tightly and witnessed Death Eaters, then looked over to Hermione, whom wielded The Sword of Gryffindor.
"Are you ready?" He asked her. Hermione looked over, her eyes filled with tears.
"No, but I'm willing, I feel Gryffindor's power running through me." He smiled gently at her as Dumbledore rose his staff.
The Gryffins screamed, The Pheonix called, Death Eaters shouted, Professors whispered, but Voldemort and Dumbledore stood silent.
"CHARGE!" The Dark Lord hollered and The Death Eaters ran towards the professors.
The Battle had begun.