A/N: I don't guarantee that it's not crap. Sorry for the lateness, this is
a hard chapter to write and I keep getting distracted by really good fics.
Fairytale-ish
The last battle
Sirius fell to the ground, his vision blurring as he became dizzy. He could feel the pain as he felt the blood run down his body on to the ground. He was going to die, he knew it, and he never got the chance to tell Remus he loves him yet.
"Sirius!"
The whit knight stopped fighting and ran over to his best friend. He needed to get him away from the fighting so he can at least have a chance to survive. So he picked the other knight up over his shoulders, avoiding collateral damage and blows as he walked out of the battle field and onto a green field, not too far from it but far enough so that he would be safe.
Remus took off Sirius' amour, which was useless to him then because the sword went through the side of his stomach which was left unprotected. He torn of his own shirt and use it to try and stop the blood.
But there was so much.
"Remus" the hoarse and tired voice whispered softly. The brown haired man leaned in closer.
Well, it's really now or never, Sir Black thought.
"I'm sorry I never told you before," his dark eyes start to water as he looked into the amber ones "there were so many times I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. I guess I was just afraid, afraid that you would reject me, that you wouldn't accept me, that you wouldn't feel the same way. I was afraid to lose you. It was all these fears that kept me from telling you this a long time ago. But I have to tell you now." He stopped to take a deep breathe before he continued" Remus, I'm in love with you."
There was a moment of complete silence as to two just lay there looking at each other. Then Sirius used all the strength he has left in him to reach for the white knight and brought him closer until there lips touched into a warm and tender but passionate kiss.
After the long moment Sirius stopped, and Remus lifted himself up a little and saw that his partner was no longer conscious.
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The small, yet very strong girl held the prince in her arms.
"Come my prince, we shall leave this place and never come back."
Before the prince could say anything, a rope was tied around his body and the red head was dragging him away from the scene.
Princess Cho didn't seem to do anything, she was glad to be rid of the overly heroic, stupidly brave and annoyingly naïve prince. She just hopes that she never to see him again.
But of course her hopes were shattered.
Draco had climbed up with his ropes from the back of the tower when he saw the shadow of the Ravenclaw Princess, he knew his Harry was after her and followed. There was no way he was going to let the love of his life face the manipulative temptress whore from hell alone.
His blood boiled even more when he saw who was (literally) stealing his Harry away from him. The traitorous lying bitch was pulling Harry with her off the tower to where a trampoline lay waiting. She's not getting away that easily, the blond thought.
"Going some where Ginny dear?" queried the blonde.
The red head turned to face the one who took her love. She gave him a cruel sneer before replying.
"Away from you."
"Then can you at least return what is mine to me?"
While Ginny and Draco was conversing, Harry was pulling something out of his sleeve. A dagger to be exact. As the prince struggled to cut the very thick rope from his body, Princess Cho (who was at the time completely ignored) pulled the sword from the unconscious guard.
The dark haired Princess saw the prince trying to get away, she can't let that happen. The girl took the sword and ran towards the boy still fidgeting with the rope. She swung the sword at lightening speed but that wasn't fast enough. The red head had seen her coming and pushed Harry out of the way but unfortunately off the building just as Harry got out of the ropes. The Prince was now hanging on the ledge, trying to hold on. The young prince did not notice the trampoline just waiting for him on the ground below.
"Draco help me"
Draco was fencing with the Princess; he knew there was a trampoline below Harry so he was in no immediate danger.
"I'm a little busy" the blonde ducked a blow, "right now Harry "
The swords swerved rapidly but gracefully as Harry pulled himself up from the ledge.
"No help there." He mumbled thinking of what Cho said earlier.
"What the hell are you doing climbing up Harry?" Draco asked mid fence. The clinking of metals mixing in with the speeches. "You would have been safer down there; you would have dropped outside the castle wall!"
"I'm not super human Draco! If I fall I'll be dead too, how safe is that?"
"Didn't you see (clank) the bloody (clank) trampoline (clank)"
Harry looked down again, "oh" I guess he does care about me, he thought.
Then the pained moan from the corner caught his ears. He finally noticed Ginny lying on the floor, the blood seeping from her above stomach.
"Ginny" The noble prince went to her side, the red head use what strength she has left to pull him closer to her.
"I...I'm sorry" she said in a raspy voice, "I never meant to betray anyone, I just...I just want to be with you." And with that the bloodied girl used everything she has left to move up further and touched his warm lips softly with her small, cold ones. Then the girl's head dropped back, lifeless. Her bright eyes, now clouded. She is gone.
"Good bye Ginny," the prince whispered before laying her body back on the ground. He shut her eyes and left her to her eternal rest.
The brunette then diverted his attention back to the situation at hand. The blond thief and the princess was still battling each other.
"She dead yet Harry?" Draco asked through mid fence.
"Yes"
Just then Draco turned to look at the body of the girl whom he used to consider his own sister; he needed to see her face again. But it was bad timing because at that moment, the princess reached into the pockets of her dress and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. She popped the cork of just as Draco turned around and was about to throw the liquid on to him.
Harry saw this, he didn't know what the liquid was but he knew it was dangerous. Instinctively the prince threw himself at his lover, pushing him out of the way just as Cho thrust the bottle forward, spilling the liquid on to Harry.
Harry felt the cold liquid on his shoulder an instant before it heated up. The heat won't stop and Harry fell to the floor screaming in pain as his shoulders burned. He felt the fire deepened going further in to his skin, scorching his shoulders as he twitched and kicked and screamed from the pain.
Draco could hear Cho's maniac laughter as he ran to his prince. The liquid had melted through his shirt and he could see a patch of rogue shaped like a splat form on his once creamy and perfect skin. It was forming an ugly scar which seemed to turn redder and redder until it glowed, fiery red.
"Handy little thing isn't it? I brought this potion from a witch. Once it's spilled on to some one, it will melt its way through a person's body until it reaches the other side. It's probably on its way to your prince's windpipes now. Ha ha ha ha. How are you going to save him now, Malfoy?"
Draco froze, "How did you...?"
"My father was the one who ordered that old fool, Fudge to kill him. He said his wife and son managed to escape. Who else other than a Malfoy could have that hair colour?"
Draco lost his temper and charged at full speed at the Princess who stepped out of his reach and avoided his sword as he swung it viciously at her, one blow after the other. Draco was beyond furious, beyond vengeful, beyond fire he needed to destroy this demon off the face of the Earth. The princess keeps backing away from the maniac sword fighter, backing up further and avoiding each blow. She had dropped the sword when she threw the potion on to Harry and was now unarmed against the anger driven maniac fighter.
It was when she finally came to the edge of the tower when she realised that this was not one of the goody goody, noble Griffindors, this was a Slytherin, not just any Slytherin, but the Dragon, a known brutal criminal. The princess was now stuck, helplessly between the missing teeth of the tower's edge. Then a thought struck her.
"So, you're going to leave your prince there alone to die?"
The words snapped the blond out of his rage; he turned around to look back at his lover. The moment his attention shifted, the princess' long fingers wrapped itself around the base of her enemy's silver sword and pulled it away from him.
She threw it in to the air and caught it in her hand, pointing directly at the thief's face. She was fast but not fast enough.
When the masked thief no longer felt the cold metal of his sword in his hand, his instincts kicked in. He spun around and kicked his opponent's hand so that the sword falls to the ground then kick again to knock them down.
The sword slipped from Cho's hand just before the second kick push her back wards and off the edge of the tallest tower. The girl screamed and kicked as she drops down, her dress flying behind her until her body splats into the ocean of the bloodied army. She's gone.
Draco returned his attention once again to his lover. Harry who had been screaming, minutes ago was now silent; his body was shaking and beads of sweat dripped from his face which had an expression of someone who was deeply in pain.
There was nothing Draco could do for his Harry right now, but he knew someone else who could. He reached into the inside pocket of his black cloak and took out the old wooden flute before blowing its sweet melody into the wind.
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Prince Oliver now had Neville lying on the edge of the ceremony stage, before his sword came down upon his rival the boy spun round and got up. The bleeding gash on the brown haired prince' arm was slowing him down slightly, and Prince Neville moved away before he was injured.
The traitor jumped from the stage as the other followed, determined on revenge. The brunette prince moved into the tower and up the stairs, swords clashing as he moved backwards, up higher. Oliver still followed him, his eyes getting more focused with each blow made.
Neville had managed to reach the top without tripping, he was hoping that some of the guards he persuaded to join his side would be there to help him but unfortunately, there wasn't.
And there was another problem. The stairs they took had led them to the parapet of the palace walls. The second youngest prince was now stuck. Oliver was blocking his way back down with his sword and the only way out
He stepped on to it as the older prince swung the sword at him. Oh god, it's so high.
The other prince saw Neville moving on to it and followed.
Pebbles crumbled away beneath his feet. prince Oliver regained his footing then risked a glance down, only to look straight up again. down was a long way to go - a long, long way. if he falls now, chances are he wouldn't even look like Prince Oliver by the time he hit the ground. come to think of it, he wouldn't even look human - just an insignificant mess on the flagstones of the palace. he readjusted his grip on the weapon in his hands. the sword was heavier than he remembered. his palms were sweating. A part of him was screaming in panic, but another part - a larger part - of him had taken a firm grip of it and had managed to smother it down. He was not going to let anyone see that he is afraid - least of all, himself. Oliver focused on his opponent, his muscles coiled, ready for combat. The other prince was just about as frightened as he was - or perhaps even more so. Courage and prince Neville are scarcely ever mentioned in the same sentence, save for when people are hinting at his lack of it. "It's over, Neville," Oliver hissed. The threat came out cracked and too soft for his liking, but the prince advanced anyway, putting one foot before the other, slowly and cautiously. The castle parapet was not exactly his choice ground for combat. "Yeah. It's over. For you!" the younger prince hissed back, thrusting his steel straight for his brother's torso. Oliver parried the blow then attacked with a series of his own, chasing the younger boy steadily to the end of the stone structure. Neville countered each blow frantically, trying desperately to keep his balance as he retreated. Neville countered each blow frantically, trying desperately to keep his balance as he retreated. then his chance came.
Oliver aimed a blow at his neck and Neville ducked, the blade just grazing his skin. with one swift movement, he caught the sword with his own and sent it spinning down, down, down.
They didn't even hear a clang when it finally hit the ground.
"Wrong move, Oliver," Neville taunted.
Now it was his turn to advance. he chased the older prince down to the other end of their narrow battle field, smiling with murderous delight
At last they came to the end.
"Now see who gets the last laugh, brother," with that, Neville aimed his final blow.
For Oliver, everything seemed to happen in slow motion, like time has turned around to watch the show in horror. He saw the streak of glinting steel coming down on him with such force that it could tear through him like through a piece of paper. His instincts took over. he crouched down and swerved to the side, the blade barely missed his ear by inches.
but though the force of the blow has failed to take down one prince, it was still powerful enough to be the death of the other.
With all his weight behind the blade, Neville sailed past the other prince, heading straight for the vertical drop. Without really knowing what he was doing, Oliver grabbed on to Neville's right hand so roughly that the sword fell out of it and landed teterously (n/a check the spelling on that word) on the edge next to Oliver's foot.
With all the force he could muster, the older prince half pull half dragged his brother back from the abyss. Blood, as they say is still thicker than water.
For a long moment both brothers were on their knees. trying to get over what had just happened.
Oliver let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He shakily got to his feet. This was all too much for him to handle. He turned around and started walking unsteadily in the other direction. Every part of him was still there, or at least he hoped so.
As he was about to reach the opening to the stairway, he sensed something behind him. instinctively, his hands went to the dagger at his belt. The next thing he knew, he had turned around again to face a white-faced, open- mouthed Neville with a sword raised, ready to strike.
he was already sagging to his knees, blood welling out around the dagger in his belly. The boy swayed, then fell over, his lips just brushing Oliver's boots.
he was dead.
Oliver snatched up the boy's hair and glared into the blank, lifeless face one last time.
"you disgust me, brother," he whispered, before taking the sword and slicing the boy's head off with one clean stroke.
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Fairytale-ish
The last battle
Sirius fell to the ground, his vision blurring as he became dizzy. He could feel the pain as he felt the blood run down his body on to the ground. He was going to die, he knew it, and he never got the chance to tell Remus he loves him yet.
"Sirius!"
The whit knight stopped fighting and ran over to his best friend. He needed to get him away from the fighting so he can at least have a chance to survive. So he picked the other knight up over his shoulders, avoiding collateral damage and blows as he walked out of the battle field and onto a green field, not too far from it but far enough so that he would be safe.
Remus took off Sirius' amour, which was useless to him then because the sword went through the side of his stomach which was left unprotected. He torn of his own shirt and use it to try and stop the blood.
But there was so much.
"Remus" the hoarse and tired voice whispered softly. The brown haired man leaned in closer.
Well, it's really now or never, Sir Black thought.
"I'm sorry I never told you before," his dark eyes start to water as he looked into the amber ones "there were so many times I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. I guess I was just afraid, afraid that you would reject me, that you wouldn't accept me, that you wouldn't feel the same way. I was afraid to lose you. It was all these fears that kept me from telling you this a long time ago. But I have to tell you now." He stopped to take a deep breathe before he continued" Remus, I'm in love with you."
There was a moment of complete silence as to two just lay there looking at each other. Then Sirius used all the strength he has left in him to reach for the white knight and brought him closer until there lips touched into a warm and tender but passionate kiss.
After the long moment Sirius stopped, and Remus lifted himself up a little and saw that his partner was no longer conscious.
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The small, yet very strong girl held the prince in her arms.
"Come my prince, we shall leave this place and never come back."
Before the prince could say anything, a rope was tied around his body and the red head was dragging him away from the scene.
Princess Cho didn't seem to do anything, she was glad to be rid of the overly heroic, stupidly brave and annoyingly naïve prince. She just hopes that she never to see him again.
But of course her hopes were shattered.
Draco had climbed up with his ropes from the back of the tower when he saw the shadow of the Ravenclaw Princess, he knew his Harry was after her and followed. There was no way he was going to let the love of his life face the manipulative temptress whore from hell alone.
His blood boiled even more when he saw who was (literally) stealing his Harry away from him. The traitorous lying bitch was pulling Harry with her off the tower to where a trampoline lay waiting. She's not getting away that easily, the blond thought.
"Going some where Ginny dear?" queried the blonde.
The red head turned to face the one who took her love. She gave him a cruel sneer before replying.
"Away from you."
"Then can you at least return what is mine to me?"
While Ginny and Draco was conversing, Harry was pulling something out of his sleeve. A dagger to be exact. As the prince struggled to cut the very thick rope from his body, Princess Cho (who was at the time completely ignored) pulled the sword from the unconscious guard.
The dark haired Princess saw the prince trying to get away, she can't let that happen. The girl took the sword and ran towards the boy still fidgeting with the rope. She swung the sword at lightening speed but that wasn't fast enough. The red head had seen her coming and pushed Harry out of the way but unfortunately off the building just as Harry got out of the ropes. The Prince was now hanging on the ledge, trying to hold on. The young prince did not notice the trampoline just waiting for him on the ground below.
"Draco help me"
Draco was fencing with the Princess; he knew there was a trampoline below Harry so he was in no immediate danger.
"I'm a little busy" the blonde ducked a blow, "right now Harry "
The swords swerved rapidly but gracefully as Harry pulled himself up from the ledge.
"No help there." He mumbled thinking of what Cho said earlier.
"What the hell are you doing climbing up Harry?" Draco asked mid fence. The clinking of metals mixing in with the speeches. "You would have been safer down there; you would have dropped outside the castle wall!"
"I'm not super human Draco! If I fall I'll be dead too, how safe is that?"
"Didn't you see (clank) the bloody (clank) trampoline (clank)"
Harry looked down again, "oh" I guess he does care about me, he thought.
Then the pained moan from the corner caught his ears. He finally noticed Ginny lying on the floor, the blood seeping from her above stomach.
"Ginny" The noble prince went to her side, the red head use what strength she has left to pull him closer to her.
"I...I'm sorry" she said in a raspy voice, "I never meant to betray anyone, I just...I just want to be with you." And with that the bloodied girl used everything she has left to move up further and touched his warm lips softly with her small, cold ones. Then the girl's head dropped back, lifeless. Her bright eyes, now clouded. She is gone.
"Good bye Ginny," the prince whispered before laying her body back on the ground. He shut her eyes and left her to her eternal rest.
The brunette then diverted his attention back to the situation at hand. The blond thief and the princess was still battling each other.
"She dead yet Harry?" Draco asked through mid fence.
"Yes"
Just then Draco turned to look at the body of the girl whom he used to consider his own sister; he needed to see her face again. But it was bad timing because at that moment, the princess reached into the pockets of her dress and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. She popped the cork of just as Draco turned around and was about to throw the liquid on to him.
Harry saw this, he didn't know what the liquid was but he knew it was dangerous. Instinctively the prince threw himself at his lover, pushing him out of the way just as Cho thrust the bottle forward, spilling the liquid on to Harry.
Harry felt the cold liquid on his shoulder an instant before it heated up. The heat won't stop and Harry fell to the floor screaming in pain as his shoulders burned. He felt the fire deepened going further in to his skin, scorching his shoulders as he twitched and kicked and screamed from the pain.
Draco could hear Cho's maniac laughter as he ran to his prince. The liquid had melted through his shirt and he could see a patch of rogue shaped like a splat form on his once creamy and perfect skin. It was forming an ugly scar which seemed to turn redder and redder until it glowed, fiery red.
"Handy little thing isn't it? I brought this potion from a witch. Once it's spilled on to some one, it will melt its way through a person's body until it reaches the other side. It's probably on its way to your prince's windpipes now. Ha ha ha ha. How are you going to save him now, Malfoy?"
Draco froze, "How did you...?"
"My father was the one who ordered that old fool, Fudge to kill him. He said his wife and son managed to escape. Who else other than a Malfoy could have that hair colour?"
Draco lost his temper and charged at full speed at the Princess who stepped out of his reach and avoided his sword as he swung it viciously at her, one blow after the other. Draco was beyond furious, beyond vengeful, beyond fire he needed to destroy this demon off the face of the Earth. The princess keeps backing away from the maniac sword fighter, backing up further and avoiding each blow. She had dropped the sword when she threw the potion on to Harry and was now unarmed against the anger driven maniac fighter.
It was when she finally came to the edge of the tower when she realised that this was not one of the goody goody, noble Griffindors, this was a Slytherin, not just any Slytherin, but the Dragon, a known brutal criminal. The princess was now stuck, helplessly between the missing teeth of the tower's edge. Then a thought struck her.
"So, you're going to leave your prince there alone to die?"
The words snapped the blond out of his rage; he turned around to look back at his lover. The moment his attention shifted, the princess' long fingers wrapped itself around the base of her enemy's silver sword and pulled it away from him.
She threw it in to the air and caught it in her hand, pointing directly at the thief's face. She was fast but not fast enough.
When the masked thief no longer felt the cold metal of his sword in his hand, his instincts kicked in. He spun around and kicked his opponent's hand so that the sword falls to the ground then kick again to knock them down.
The sword slipped from Cho's hand just before the second kick push her back wards and off the edge of the tallest tower. The girl screamed and kicked as she drops down, her dress flying behind her until her body splats into the ocean of the bloodied army. She's gone.
Draco returned his attention once again to his lover. Harry who had been screaming, minutes ago was now silent; his body was shaking and beads of sweat dripped from his face which had an expression of someone who was deeply in pain.
There was nothing Draco could do for his Harry right now, but he knew someone else who could. He reached into the inside pocket of his black cloak and took out the old wooden flute before blowing its sweet melody into the wind.
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Prince Oliver now had Neville lying on the edge of the ceremony stage, before his sword came down upon his rival the boy spun round and got up. The bleeding gash on the brown haired prince' arm was slowing him down slightly, and Prince Neville moved away before he was injured.
The traitor jumped from the stage as the other followed, determined on revenge. The brunette prince moved into the tower and up the stairs, swords clashing as he moved backwards, up higher. Oliver still followed him, his eyes getting more focused with each blow made.
Neville had managed to reach the top without tripping, he was hoping that some of the guards he persuaded to join his side would be there to help him but unfortunately, there wasn't.
And there was another problem. The stairs they took had led them to the parapet of the palace walls. The second youngest prince was now stuck. Oliver was blocking his way back down with his sword and the only way out
He stepped on to it as the older prince swung the sword at him. Oh god, it's so high.
The other prince saw Neville moving on to it and followed.
Pebbles crumbled away beneath his feet. prince Oliver regained his footing then risked a glance down, only to look straight up again. down was a long way to go - a long, long way. if he falls now, chances are he wouldn't even look like Prince Oliver by the time he hit the ground. come to think of it, he wouldn't even look human - just an insignificant mess on the flagstones of the palace. he readjusted his grip on the weapon in his hands. the sword was heavier than he remembered. his palms were sweating. A part of him was screaming in panic, but another part - a larger part - of him had taken a firm grip of it and had managed to smother it down. He was not going to let anyone see that he is afraid - least of all, himself. Oliver focused on his opponent, his muscles coiled, ready for combat. The other prince was just about as frightened as he was - or perhaps even more so. Courage and prince Neville are scarcely ever mentioned in the same sentence, save for when people are hinting at his lack of it. "It's over, Neville," Oliver hissed. The threat came out cracked and too soft for his liking, but the prince advanced anyway, putting one foot before the other, slowly and cautiously. The castle parapet was not exactly his choice ground for combat. "Yeah. It's over. For you!" the younger prince hissed back, thrusting his steel straight for his brother's torso. Oliver parried the blow then attacked with a series of his own, chasing the younger boy steadily to the end of the stone structure. Neville countered each blow frantically, trying desperately to keep his balance as he retreated. Neville countered each blow frantically, trying desperately to keep his balance as he retreated. then his chance came.
Oliver aimed a blow at his neck and Neville ducked, the blade just grazing his skin. with one swift movement, he caught the sword with his own and sent it spinning down, down, down.
They didn't even hear a clang when it finally hit the ground.
"Wrong move, Oliver," Neville taunted.
Now it was his turn to advance. he chased the older prince down to the other end of their narrow battle field, smiling with murderous delight
At last they came to the end.
"Now see who gets the last laugh, brother," with that, Neville aimed his final blow.
For Oliver, everything seemed to happen in slow motion, like time has turned around to watch the show in horror. He saw the streak of glinting steel coming down on him with such force that it could tear through him like through a piece of paper. His instincts took over. he crouched down and swerved to the side, the blade barely missed his ear by inches.
but though the force of the blow has failed to take down one prince, it was still powerful enough to be the death of the other.
With all his weight behind the blade, Neville sailed past the other prince, heading straight for the vertical drop. Without really knowing what he was doing, Oliver grabbed on to Neville's right hand so roughly that the sword fell out of it and landed teterously (n/a check the spelling on that word) on the edge next to Oliver's foot.
With all the force he could muster, the older prince half pull half dragged his brother back from the abyss. Blood, as they say is still thicker than water.
For a long moment both brothers were on their knees. trying to get over what had just happened.
Oliver let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He shakily got to his feet. This was all too much for him to handle. He turned around and started walking unsteadily in the other direction. Every part of him was still there, or at least he hoped so.
As he was about to reach the opening to the stairway, he sensed something behind him. instinctively, his hands went to the dagger at his belt. The next thing he knew, he had turned around again to face a white-faced, open- mouthed Neville with a sword raised, ready to strike.
he was already sagging to his knees, blood welling out around the dagger in his belly. The boy swayed, then fell over, his lips just brushing Oliver's boots.
he was dead.
Oliver snatched up the boy's hair and glared into the blank, lifeless face one last time.
"you disgust me, brother," he whispered, before taking the sword and slicing the boy's head off with one clean stroke.
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