A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to my 100 reviews!!!
Finally!!!
I would like to give special thanks to al those people who helped by making more reviews than one so that there would be more reviews, and the people that advertised my work just so I would continue writing, and also those people who threatened me into writing and threatened other people into reviewing. I love you guys the most, you guys are my inspiration, you guys are who I write for. Thank you.
Special thanks to Karrieanna Lilly Miserylilwench Darkening Rose Creighton
And of course everyone else who has ever reviewed my story.
Thank you very much, this chapter is for you.
Again, I warn you, I suck at fight scenes, it's why I'm taking so long to write this.
Fairytale-ish
We meet again
The sun rose slowly, bringing light towards the beginning of the day. The blowing breeze blow lightly across them, giving the Prince a shiver on that cold early morning as the thief put his warm arms around him. Protecting him from the chill.
It was the day of the crowning ceremony, and the army was getting ready to attack. The tension in the air around them seemed so thick, not even a knife could cut it.
"Are you ready for this?" ask the blonde thief in a tender voice.
The younger boy stared up to his lover with shining emerald eyes. He tied the black mask over his face and replied with a strong "Yes."
Everyone was now in position. Sirius and Remus had taken a most of the thief (about 60 men) to the palace. Most were to sneak into the place, knock out all the guards at the entrance and take their place. The rest took position, getting ready to cause a diversion when the army attacked.
Draco's ten closes men were at his side, ready to fight with him. They were all in their usual black attire with the black masks. Ron was standing at Draco's right hand while Harry was standing at his left. Ron was worried about his love, he knew she was going to be at the palace that day though he had warned her not to come. Parvati had to come to the ceremony with her father, no one knew of her marriage to Ron.
Prince Oliver stood next to his brother. He was the only one not in black but in his royal attire, which, even washed, was still slightly messy. Next to him was his fairy princess to whom he had propose to last night. She would become his queen after this battle.
The army of two thousand Slytherins was behind them.
Draco drew his sword and held it high in the air.
"ARE WE READY??!!" he shouted.
"YES!!!"
The area in front of the palace was decorated elegantly with millions of ribbons and bows, flags and banners were waving patriotically high in the air as the crowds gather to watch the crowning of a new king. Seats were placed in uncountable rows, separated into two sides by the red carpet. The spectators waited curiously, eager to know what their new monarch would be like.
Prince Neville sat on the elegant throne that had once belonged to his father. His face a mask to hide the glee that his plans have worked. The archbishop was chanting something in Latin, but he couldn't care less, he was going to be king.
But something wasn't right. He knew that something was going to go wrong, he knew that Harry was going to show up sometime very soon and he won't come alone.
On the seat in the front row of the crowd, he could see his beautiful Princess smiling at him. He needs to be king, for her.
Then he saw it, brought to him under red velvet sheet. The fabric was slowly pulled down, revealing the gleaming gold which reflected brightly under the sunlight. The small jewels encrusted to make delicate lacy patterns near the edge of it while the huge rubies shine vividly around the crown. It was more than just a head ornament; it was a symbol of everything Griffindor stands for.
Neville was entranced in a dream like state as the glowing object came closer to him. It was almost on his head now. Then I will rule Griffindor, he thought.
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
KA-BOOM!!!
The sound of gun powder exploding all around the palace wall brought Neville out of his trance as well as brought everyone down on the floor for cover.
Smoke rose from the explosion, hovering above them like ghosts before engulfing them into it's foggy layers. Coughs could be heard all over the crowd of people stumbling blindedly for cover.
From the mist, the brown haired prince stepped into view, (on queue, like he planned) in all his royal glory. The eldest prince and rightful heir to the thrown of Griffindor walked down the red carpet, up to the thrown. His golden sword drawn, ready for the up coming battle.
"Step down from that thrown my dear brother, you know who's supposed to be up there." Gasp of surprise could be heard from the people behind them as Prince Oliver walked up the steps to his younger brother.
Neville drew his sword. He was far from giving up. He has many men on his side, enough to defeat his two brothers and a few thieves.
From the front row of the crowd, Princess Cho mumbled to herself,
"Oh great, why don't people just stay in their god damn graves," before she sneaked out of sight.
"Bring it on," Neville challenged.
And with those words, thousands of well trained soldiers came into view surrounding the m completely.
But before they could attack, the Slytherin army came into view, led by twelve people dressed in black. They marched fearlessly up to the opposing soldiers.
They came up face to face, Slytherin against traitor Griffindors. The guests of the ceremony had now either ran away or is deciding on which side to fight against.
Then one of the black masked leaders stepped up in front of everyone, he drew his sword and commanded the soldiers.
"ATTACK!!"
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Sorry for the short chapter and the cliff hanger guys, but distraction is really becoming my middle name. Also if I continue, I could go one for pages but it would take me ages to figure out who fights who and what happens because I've always thought that fight scenes, especially ones that are not one on one, are chaos. And that's how it will be written. Sorry, I'll try to update the next one sooner.
And thank you so much everyone.
Finally!!!
I would like to give special thanks to al those people who helped by making more reviews than one so that there would be more reviews, and the people that advertised my work just so I would continue writing, and also those people who threatened me into writing and threatened other people into reviewing. I love you guys the most, you guys are my inspiration, you guys are who I write for. Thank you.
Special thanks to Karrieanna Lilly Miserylilwench Darkening Rose Creighton
And of course everyone else who has ever reviewed my story.
Thank you very much, this chapter is for you.
Again, I warn you, I suck at fight scenes, it's why I'm taking so long to write this.
Fairytale-ish
We meet again
The sun rose slowly, bringing light towards the beginning of the day. The blowing breeze blow lightly across them, giving the Prince a shiver on that cold early morning as the thief put his warm arms around him. Protecting him from the chill.
It was the day of the crowning ceremony, and the army was getting ready to attack. The tension in the air around them seemed so thick, not even a knife could cut it.
"Are you ready for this?" ask the blonde thief in a tender voice.
The younger boy stared up to his lover with shining emerald eyes. He tied the black mask over his face and replied with a strong "Yes."
Everyone was now in position. Sirius and Remus had taken a most of the thief (about 60 men) to the palace. Most were to sneak into the place, knock out all the guards at the entrance and take their place. The rest took position, getting ready to cause a diversion when the army attacked.
Draco's ten closes men were at his side, ready to fight with him. They were all in their usual black attire with the black masks. Ron was standing at Draco's right hand while Harry was standing at his left. Ron was worried about his love, he knew she was going to be at the palace that day though he had warned her not to come. Parvati had to come to the ceremony with her father, no one knew of her marriage to Ron.
Prince Oliver stood next to his brother. He was the only one not in black but in his royal attire, which, even washed, was still slightly messy. Next to him was his fairy princess to whom he had propose to last night. She would become his queen after this battle.
The army of two thousand Slytherins was behind them.
Draco drew his sword and held it high in the air.
"ARE WE READY??!!" he shouted.
"YES!!!"
The area in front of the palace was decorated elegantly with millions of ribbons and bows, flags and banners were waving patriotically high in the air as the crowds gather to watch the crowning of a new king. Seats were placed in uncountable rows, separated into two sides by the red carpet. The spectators waited curiously, eager to know what their new monarch would be like.
Prince Neville sat on the elegant throne that had once belonged to his father. His face a mask to hide the glee that his plans have worked. The archbishop was chanting something in Latin, but he couldn't care less, he was going to be king.
But something wasn't right. He knew that something was going to go wrong, he knew that Harry was going to show up sometime very soon and he won't come alone.
On the seat in the front row of the crowd, he could see his beautiful Princess smiling at him. He needs to be king, for her.
Then he saw it, brought to him under red velvet sheet. The fabric was slowly pulled down, revealing the gleaming gold which reflected brightly under the sunlight. The small jewels encrusted to make delicate lacy patterns near the edge of it while the huge rubies shine vividly around the crown. It was more than just a head ornament; it was a symbol of everything Griffindor stands for.
Neville was entranced in a dream like state as the glowing object came closer to him. It was almost on his head now. Then I will rule Griffindor, he thought.
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
KA-BOOM!!!
The sound of gun powder exploding all around the palace wall brought Neville out of his trance as well as brought everyone down on the floor for cover.
Smoke rose from the explosion, hovering above them like ghosts before engulfing them into it's foggy layers. Coughs could be heard all over the crowd of people stumbling blindedly for cover.
From the mist, the brown haired prince stepped into view, (on queue, like he planned) in all his royal glory. The eldest prince and rightful heir to the thrown of Griffindor walked down the red carpet, up to the thrown. His golden sword drawn, ready for the up coming battle.
"Step down from that thrown my dear brother, you know who's supposed to be up there." Gasp of surprise could be heard from the people behind them as Prince Oliver walked up the steps to his younger brother.
Neville drew his sword. He was far from giving up. He has many men on his side, enough to defeat his two brothers and a few thieves.
From the front row of the crowd, Princess Cho mumbled to herself,
"Oh great, why don't people just stay in their god damn graves," before she sneaked out of sight.
"Bring it on," Neville challenged.
And with those words, thousands of well trained soldiers came into view surrounding the m completely.
But before they could attack, the Slytherin army came into view, led by twelve people dressed in black. They marched fearlessly up to the opposing soldiers.
They came up face to face, Slytherin against traitor Griffindors. The guests of the ceremony had now either ran away or is deciding on which side to fight against.
Then one of the black masked leaders stepped up in front of everyone, he drew his sword and commanded the soldiers.
"ATTACK!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry for the short chapter and the cliff hanger guys, but distraction is really becoming my middle name. Also if I continue, I could go one for pages but it would take me ages to figure out who fights who and what happens because I've always thought that fight scenes, especially ones that are not one on one, are chaos. And that's how it will be written. Sorry, I'll try to update the next one sooner.
And thank you so much everyone.