Chapter Fourteen: A battle won, too much lost!
(Gabriel's POV)
It was around dusk when the Death Eaters appeared at the grounds on the other side of the lake. Dumbledore led us out in a long row, shielded by nothing but the creeping shadows. The sun set and the battle began.
It was hard, really hard. I can remember the figures of Dumbledore and Severus raising their wands and screaming their spells to protect Potter, Voldemort diving between the flashes of green light that are surrounding us. Everything is green, bizarre, and grotesque. I can see Draco pushing Harry aside, Severus jumping in front of me taking the Cruciatus, and me firing back at some Death Eaters. Bodies all over the ground, shattered white masks lying beside dark-robed corpses, next to people I knew.
Too many died, to many left lonely in the castle, women waiting for their husbands who'll never come back!
I see Bill Weasley lying on the ground - dead. I just can prevent a spell to kill Lucius, who's next to me at the moment, fighting against this sea of Voldemort's servants. It gets chilly - Dementors are gliding over, but Potter's patronus fights them back easily.
And then it's over in a way. Dead bodies all around us, and Harry, bleeding but alive, shaking and standing there over his dead form. He is dead, Voldemort is dead. The last Death Eaters fall and the sun slowly rises behind the mountains.
I embrace Severus tightly, but my gaze finds Draco Malfoy, pressed against his love, crying helplessly, not able to look at the corpse beneath them, the blonde hair red of blood, white skin dirty and mud all over his clothes.
Lucius is dead.
Harry lives - so I fulfilled my mission.
~*~*~*~
(Harry's POV)
He lifts his wand, yelling "Avada Kedavra" at me. Something is in front of me, I can't see what. I point my wand at him. "Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!" It works. His arms and legs snap together and he falls. I know I can't kill him with the curse, it might not work. So I scream, knowing that it is a painful death - if he dies! "Incendio Multudae!" His whole body is on fire. His wide eyes scream, though he cannot move his jaws. A last glance in his eyes. His skin gets black and crumbles. He screams, I scream.
He is dead.
I know, I can't feel his presence anymore.
~
The first ray of sunlight falls over me and I see something blonde beneath my feet. /No! Please let him be alive! Draco./ But it isn't my beloved. "Lucius!" I yell, kneeling beside him, but it's too late. Suddenly I realize who caught the spell, knowing his sacrifice.
I hear steps behind me and turn around. It's so quite suddenly! - Draco. He sees his father. "No - dad." he falls to his knees beside me. "NO!" He screams. I pull him to me. "I'm so sorry - I couldn't protect him."
The truth is: He protected me.
I register people around, cheering, but grieving at the same time. It's over, but I'm not the hero they want - it was him! And Bill, Percy and Lupin. My head screams: /Why them? They should live and be happy, such friendly people - my friends!"
But this is war - nobody wins, we only loose. But it's over now and Draco is alive!
AN/ Snif - so sad. But the couples are still alive - sob - Luci dies the death of a hero (a rather sexy hero dead-tears flow**) I really don't like this chapter, so I made it short.. Hate war! Loathe everybody who makes war - brainless bastards!
(Gabriel's POV)
It was around dusk when the Death Eaters appeared at the grounds on the other side of the lake. Dumbledore led us out in a long row, shielded by nothing but the creeping shadows. The sun set and the battle began.
It was hard, really hard. I can remember the figures of Dumbledore and Severus raising their wands and screaming their spells to protect Potter, Voldemort diving between the flashes of green light that are surrounding us. Everything is green, bizarre, and grotesque. I can see Draco pushing Harry aside, Severus jumping in front of me taking the Cruciatus, and me firing back at some Death Eaters. Bodies all over the ground, shattered white masks lying beside dark-robed corpses, next to people I knew.
Too many died, to many left lonely in the castle, women waiting for their husbands who'll never come back!
I see Bill Weasley lying on the ground - dead. I just can prevent a spell to kill Lucius, who's next to me at the moment, fighting against this sea of Voldemort's servants. It gets chilly - Dementors are gliding over, but Potter's patronus fights them back easily.
And then it's over in a way. Dead bodies all around us, and Harry, bleeding but alive, shaking and standing there over his dead form. He is dead, Voldemort is dead. The last Death Eaters fall and the sun slowly rises behind the mountains.
I embrace Severus tightly, but my gaze finds Draco Malfoy, pressed against his love, crying helplessly, not able to look at the corpse beneath them, the blonde hair red of blood, white skin dirty and mud all over his clothes.
Lucius is dead.
Harry lives - so I fulfilled my mission.
~*~*~*~
(Harry's POV)
He lifts his wand, yelling "Avada Kedavra" at me. Something is in front of me, I can't see what. I point my wand at him. "Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!" It works. His arms and legs snap together and he falls. I know I can't kill him with the curse, it might not work. So I scream, knowing that it is a painful death - if he dies! "Incendio Multudae!" His whole body is on fire. His wide eyes scream, though he cannot move his jaws. A last glance in his eyes. His skin gets black and crumbles. He screams, I scream.
He is dead.
I know, I can't feel his presence anymore.
~
The first ray of sunlight falls over me and I see something blonde beneath my feet. /No! Please let him be alive! Draco./ But it isn't my beloved. "Lucius!" I yell, kneeling beside him, but it's too late. Suddenly I realize who caught the spell, knowing his sacrifice.
I hear steps behind me and turn around. It's so quite suddenly! - Draco. He sees his father. "No - dad." he falls to his knees beside me. "NO!" He screams. I pull him to me. "I'm so sorry - I couldn't protect him."
The truth is: He protected me.
I register people around, cheering, but grieving at the same time. It's over, but I'm not the hero they want - it was him! And Bill, Percy and Lupin. My head screams: /Why them? They should live and be happy, such friendly people - my friends!"
But this is war - nobody wins, we only loose. But it's over now and Draco is alive!
AN/ Snif - so sad. But the couples are still alive - sob - Luci dies the death of a hero (a rather sexy hero dead-tears flow**) I really don't like this chapter, so I made it short.. Hate war! Loathe everybody who makes war - brainless bastards!