A/N: Sorry once again for the lateness of the story, I have been deprived
of slash for a long time since mum took away my laptop. I just got it back.
Once again I would like to tell you that I'm not good at fight scenes and
that my grammar sucks.
This chapter is dedicated to my very dear friend Morbid Hound, who although almost never read the story, still helps me to write this chapter. Ok, I gotta stop dedicating chapters to people now because the more times I do it, the less it is worth.
Fairytale-ish
The raven's bite
Harry and Draco fought side by side, cutting through the mass of enemies surrounding them. The clatter of swords and the screams and pleads of dying men filled their ears as they try to focus on the fight in this ocean of violence.
Neither of them was sure who was winning, they were drowned in a sea of bright scarlet confusion and no one really knew what was going on other than the fighting.
"Harry Duck!" Draco warned his lover as a sword swung over his head. Luckily for them, it missed. Just as the sword swung at him, Harry thrusted his sword upwards and into the stomach of his attacker. Harry had never killed anyone before, but there was a first time for everything. And this was a war, and as the saying goes, 'All is fair in love and war.'
Well, it was either him or me Harry thought, before a flash of something silver swished in front of him, but another one shot out and blocked it.
"Snap out of it Harry!" He (who's he?) shouted. Harry came back to the issue at hand and they both continued fighting.
Harry scanned the area. From the corner of his eyes he could see Oliver, pitched against the traitorous Neville. Their swords were clashed, with both of them trying to throw the other backwards. Oliver was already bleeding profusely from a deep gash on his right arm, and Neville seemed to be gaining the advantage.
But with a surge of energy, Oliver managed to throw his younger brother off him and regained his balance, shifty his blood-soaked weapon to his uninjured left arm.
'Angard, traitor!' he growled through gritted teeth. Without awaiting the invitation, Neville lunged at him with an animalistic roar, throwing his whole weight behind a blow which Oliver then parried, throwing Neville off his guard.
The older prince followed that with a thrust at the other boy's torso, which barely missed by millimetres as Neville swerved and swung out at his brother's legs.
Oliver jumped back, giving Neville time to regain his guard. Soon, the brothers disappeared in a flurry of brandished steel, blood, anger and hatred.
Harry looked around, again and saw that the guests of the ceremony had either joined in with the fight, or had ran away. His attention went back to the task at hand before he realized something.
Princess Cho is not here.
No, she will not escape this, the young prince thought. She had hurt me too much, I must find her.
Harry fought harder and ducked his way through the crowd to find his ex fiancé.
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Ron fought his way through the crowd, looking for his wife. Where is she? He thought as he frantically searched for her like a man drowning in the ocean of hate, searching for something to hold on to.
Then he found her, hiding behind a tree near the walls of the gigantic palace. Her beautiful garment was slightly ripped and he could see drops of crimson staining it. He ran over to see if she was alright.
Parvati was trying to hide from the chaos around her; she had been cut by the sword of a soldier when she went to find her father who had disappeared. Now she could not find him, not with this scar on her leg.
"Parvati!"
"Ron! "
The red headed thief ran over to her and locked her in a warm embrace.
"Parvati, what happened? Are you alright?" He looked down at the red stain. He lifted it up to reveal a long scar running down her left leg. "I need to get you to safety"
And with that, the young man lifted his lover up and began to carry her away.
"No, Ron wait, I'm find. I won't die from this wound," she said, "My father is still out there Ron. Please, go and find him for me, I'll be fine here. Please go."
By her request, the red head put her down.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please go and find him for me, he's the only family I have left."
Ron gave the girl a small kiss on the lips before leaving in search of his father in law.
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Sirius and Remus were back to back, fighting a crowd of enemies that had once been their allies. Oh how things have changed. Now they were fighting along side men that had been their enemies only a few days ago.
Sirius pressed his sweat-drenched back closer to Remus'. It was strangely comforting to feel the werewolf's solid heat against his own flesh. "Remus?" he called, shouting to make himself heard above the din. "Die. you. bas. What?" Remus shouted back, as he brought his sword down to split an enemy's head in two. The man crumpled to his knees, sword still raised. "I've got something to. tell. urgh! You." Sirius started, pausing to dodge a battle axe, whirling straight for his neck. Catching the glint of the blade in the corner of his eye, Remus ducked, the blade flying past his head by inches, then ran his sword through the axe wielder's belly. "What?" he barked, his voice twinged with impatience. "I." Sirius' voice died in his throat as he caught a blow on his sword that sent the whole blade shuddering to the hilt. There would be time for that later, he thought, as he charged into the advancing throng of fully armed men before him, wielding his sword, bellowing, at the top of his lungs, an unintelligible war cry.
He slashed his enemy's head in half before returning to face his friend. Remus was currently fencing with a giant like man, he didn't notice another sword coming at him from behind.
"Remus! Noooo!" Sirius jumped in and the white knight out of the way.
"SIRIUS!" Remus screamed as he saw his best friend falling onto the ground with a sword through his stomach. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the view above, the armies looked like a wave of ants charging against each other until from above, she looked down upon the army of ants, crashing into each other with bestial shouts and cries, surging over their own dead, brandishing their bloodied weapons blindly back and forth.
Well, she was far from that sea of violence now. The tidal waves of aggression could not touch her - so far From the view above, the armies looked like a wave of ants charging against each other until from above, she looked down upon the army of ants, crashing into each other with bestial shouts and cries, surging over their own dead, brandishing their bloodied weapons blindly back and forth. Well, she was far from that sea of violence now. The tidal waves of aggression could not touch her - so far above them
"Princess Cho" the monotone voice pulled her out of the thoughts. She turned around to see her ex fiancé, he was wearing a black mask but the the princess still recognized him. His face was expressionless but the fiery anger could be seen in the green flames in his eyes.
"My beloved Prince Harry, I knew I would be seeing you sometime soon," the princess replied sarcastically. "Thank you for saving me from the 'evil' clutches of the dragon. I never knew you loved me enough to sacrifice yourself and take my place. Tell me my prince, did you struggle at first before he broke you and you gave in? Or did you ask for it?"
The anger flared even brighter in the young prince's eyes, his frozen expression flickered a little before he became calm again. She's just trying to get you off guard; he thought to himself, well two can play that game.
"What about you princess? Tell me, did you ever love me? Or my brother? Or are you just using us both?" Harry asked her in return using the same menacing tone.
"Oh, I think you know the answers to that my darling. Nice disguise by the way, you could never tell that you use to be royalty. If it hadn't been for those pretty green eyes of yours I would never have recognized you. So, how's life as a criminal's whore treating you so far? Enjoying it? Is he fucking you every night your highness? He took you hard didn't he? Hard and fast..."
"What Draco and I have, I would never expect someone like you to understand!" Harry burst out, not able to keep his cool. Cho walked over to him.
"Oh, you're not going to tell me that you two are in love now are you?" The princess touched the prince's face lightly as if she was petting a small child.
"We are."
"Oh prince Harry, you are so naïve. He's a thief, he's probably using you just like I'm using your brother right now, he wants someone he could control, with you at his side he will be able to get away with anything." She was now holding his face in her hands, forcing him to look directly at her.
"No, Draco would never..." Harry shrugged off her hands and looked down to the floor.
"Oh, wouldn't he, Harry," and with those last words she pulled out a hidden dagger from beneath her elegant blue gown and stabbed her fiancé turned enemy.
At the last moment, Harry saw the glimmer of the silver dagger and spun out of its range. He reached for his sword and pointed it at the women he once thought he loved.
But someone else had already found them there. Princess's personal body guard was already there, ready to protect her from who he thought was just a thief.
His sword came up to meet Harry's neck before the teenage boy could react and get away.
"Release the princess you unworthy bastar..." before he could finish his sentence someone had attacked the prince's capturer.
The man was now lying on the floor, next to him was the familiar red headed girl.
"Ginny".
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Sorry, cliff hanger. I'm sorry for being slow yet again but things have been emotionally draining here and I haven't found the time to write. Not to mention fight scenes are not really my thing. Well, please review.
This chapter is dedicated to my very dear friend Morbid Hound, who although almost never read the story, still helps me to write this chapter. Ok, I gotta stop dedicating chapters to people now because the more times I do it, the less it is worth.
Fairytale-ish
The raven's bite
Harry and Draco fought side by side, cutting through the mass of enemies surrounding them. The clatter of swords and the screams and pleads of dying men filled their ears as they try to focus on the fight in this ocean of violence.
Neither of them was sure who was winning, they were drowned in a sea of bright scarlet confusion and no one really knew what was going on other than the fighting.
"Harry Duck!" Draco warned his lover as a sword swung over his head. Luckily for them, it missed. Just as the sword swung at him, Harry thrusted his sword upwards and into the stomach of his attacker. Harry had never killed anyone before, but there was a first time for everything. And this was a war, and as the saying goes, 'All is fair in love and war.'
Well, it was either him or me Harry thought, before a flash of something silver swished in front of him, but another one shot out and blocked it.
"Snap out of it Harry!" He (who's he?) shouted. Harry came back to the issue at hand and they both continued fighting.
Harry scanned the area. From the corner of his eyes he could see Oliver, pitched against the traitorous Neville. Their swords were clashed, with both of them trying to throw the other backwards. Oliver was already bleeding profusely from a deep gash on his right arm, and Neville seemed to be gaining the advantage.
But with a surge of energy, Oliver managed to throw his younger brother off him and regained his balance, shifty his blood-soaked weapon to his uninjured left arm.
'Angard, traitor!' he growled through gritted teeth. Without awaiting the invitation, Neville lunged at him with an animalistic roar, throwing his whole weight behind a blow which Oliver then parried, throwing Neville off his guard.
The older prince followed that with a thrust at the other boy's torso, which barely missed by millimetres as Neville swerved and swung out at his brother's legs.
Oliver jumped back, giving Neville time to regain his guard. Soon, the brothers disappeared in a flurry of brandished steel, blood, anger and hatred.
Harry looked around, again and saw that the guests of the ceremony had either joined in with the fight, or had ran away. His attention went back to the task at hand before he realized something.
Princess Cho is not here.
No, she will not escape this, the young prince thought. She had hurt me too much, I must find her.
Harry fought harder and ducked his way through the crowd to find his ex fiancé.
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Ron fought his way through the crowd, looking for his wife. Where is she? He thought as he frantically searched for her like a man drowning in the ocean of hate, searching for something to hold on to.
Then he found her, hiding behind a tree near the walls of the gigantic palace. Her beautiful garment was slightly ripped and he could see drops of crimson staining it. He ran over to see if she was alright.
Parvati was trying to hide from the chaos around her; she had been cut by the sword of a soldier when she went to find her father who had disappeared. Now she could not find him, not with this scar on her leg.
"Parvati!"
"Ron! "
The red headed thief ran over to her and locked her in a warm embrace.
"Parvati, what happened? Are you alright?" He looked down at the red stain. He lifted it up to reveal a long scar running down her left leg. "I need to get you to safety"
And with that, the young man lifted his lover up and began to carry her away.
"No, Ron wait, I'm find. I won't die from this wound," she said, "My father is still out there Ron. Please, go and find him for me, I'll be fine here. Please go."
By her request, the red head put her down.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please go and find him for me, he's the only family I have left."
Ron gave the girl a small kiss on the lips before leaving in search of his father in law.
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Sirius and Remus were back to back, fighting a crowd of enemies that had once been their allies. Oh how things have changed. Now they were fighting along side men that had been their enemies only a few days ago.
Sirius pressed his sweat-drenched back closer to Remus'. It was strangely comforting to feel the werewolf's solid heat against his own flesh. "Remus?" he called, shouting to make himself heard above the din. "Die. you. bas. What?" Remus shouted back, as he brought his sword down to split an enemy's head in two. The man crumpled to his knees, sword still raised. "I've got something to. tell. urgh! You." Sirius started, pausing to dodge a battle axe, whirling straight for his neck. Catching the glint of the blade in the corner of his eye, Remus ducked, the blade flying past his head by inches, then ran his sword through the axe wielder's belly. "What?" he barked, his voice twinged with impatience. "I." Sirius' voice died in his throat as he caught a blow on his sword that sent the whole blade shuddering to the hilt. There would be time for that later, he thought, as he charged into the advancing throng of fully armed men before him, wielding his sword, bellowing, at the top of his lungs, an unintelligible war cry.
He slashed his enemy's head in half before returning to face his friend. Remus was currently fencing with a giant like man, he didn't notice another sword coming at him from behind.
"Remus! Noooo!" Sirius jumped in and the white knight out of the way.
"SIRIUS!" Remus screamed as he saw his best friend falling onto the ground with a sword through his stomach. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the view above, the armies looked like a wave of ants charging against each other until from above, she looked down upon the army of ants, crashing into each other with bestial shouts and cries, surging over their own dead, brandishing their bloodied weapons blindly back and forth.
Well, she was far from that sea of violence now. The tidal waves of aggression could not touch her - so far From the view above, the armies looked like a wave of ants charging against each other until from above, she looked down upon the army of ants, crashing into each other with bestial shouts and cries, surging over their own dead, brandishing their bloodied weapons blindly back and forth. Well, she was far from that sea of violence now. The tidal waves of aggression could not touch her - so far above them
"Princess Cho" the monotone voice pulled her out of the thoughts. She turned around to see her ex fiancé, he was wearing a black mask but the the princess still recognized him. His face was expressionless but the fiery anger could be seen in the green flames in his eyes.
"My beloved Prince Harry, I knew I would be seeing you sometime soon," the princess replied sarcastically. "Thank you for saving me from the 'evil' clutches of the dragon. I never knew you loved me enough to sacrifice yourself and take my place. Tell me my prince, did you struggle at first before he broke you and you gave in? Or did you ask for it?"
The anger flared even brighter in the young prince's eyes, his frozen expression flickered a little before he became calm again. She's just trying to get you off guard; he thought to himself, well two can play that game.
"What about you princess? Tell me, did you ever love me? Or my brother? Or are you just using us both?" Harry asked her in return using the same menacing tone.
"Oh, I think you know the answers to that my darling. Nice disguise by the way, you could never tell that you use to be royalty. If it hadn't been for those pretty green eyes of yours I would never have recognized you. So, how's life as a criminal's whore treating you so far? Enjoying it? Is he fucking you every night your highness? He took you hard didn't he? Hard and fast..."
"What Draco and I have, I would never expect someone like you to understand!" Harry burst out, not able to keep his cool. Cho walked over to him.
"Oh, you're not going to tell me that you two are in love now are you?" The princess touched the prince's face lightly as if she was petting a small child.
"We are."
"Oh prince Harry, you are so naïve. He's a thief, he's probably using you just like I'm using your brother right now, he wants someone he could control, with you at his side he will be able to get away with anything." She was now holding his face in her hands, forcing him to look directly at her.
"No, Draco would never..." Harry shrugged off her hands and looked down to the floor.
"Oh, wouldn't he, Harry," and with those last words she pulled out a hidden dagger from beneath her elegant blue gown and stabbed her fiancé turned enemy.
At the last moment, Harry saw the glimmer of the silver dagger and spun out of its range. He reached for his sword and pointed it at the women he once thought he loved.
But someone else had already found them there. Princess's personal body guard was already there, ready to protect her from who he thought was just a thief.
His sword came up to meet Harry's neck before the teenage boy could react and get away.
"Release the princess you unworthy bastar..." before he could finish his sentence someone had attacked the prince's capturer.
The man was now lying on the floor, next to him was the familiar red headed girl.
"Ginny".
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Sorry, cliff hanger. I'm sorry for being slow yet again but things have been emotionally draining here and I haven't found the time to write. Not to mention fight scenes are not really my thing. Well, please review.