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Fighting
Harry peered out from under his dark cloak. There were two lines of teenagers clad the same as the grim reaper. He was only slightly aware of the presence of Draco behind him. His mind was on other things.
In less than an hour time, he would face his worst enemy and kill him. There was something troublesome in this; although they were worst enemies, Harry would be committing murder. Murder was something that you couldn't take back; once you did it, it was forever. To take life was to take the most precious thing that exists. And yet this man, this demon, had taken the same from his parents sixteen years earlier, and so many besides those.
Only when Voldermort was destroyed could things ever be righted. And also, it was his fate; murder or be murdered. These were his options, and the world be damned it he were going to lay down and die at the feet of his enemy. No, he was stronger than that, and if he did die, he would die fighting.
Certainly this was going to be self destructive and bloody, yet it was the only thing he could possibly do. This deed would condemn his eternity to darkness, yet it was the one thing that could save the world. Once again, he found himself debating the status of his sanity.
Draco looked out from the darkness that surrounded him. He could feel his wand through his robe; he was ready. Form this moment forth, his thoughts would be bloody.
Somewhere towards the middle, Pansy was preparing herself for what was about to happen. She was going to foil that stupid Potter's plan. Still, it would be hard to explain why she had her wand as they were strictly forbidden at the ceremony for all new members. However, when she killed Potter and Draco- the stupid traitor- that was likely not to matter. Now all she had to do was wait.
The last of the line consisted of Hermione, Ginny, and Ron who were all rightly terrified, but equally ready. Ginny reached over and squeezed the older girl's hand both giving and looking for support. Hermione squeezed back. Any moment now and it would all start; any moment.
In a small shack in Hogsmede, Remus Lupin was sitting in front of a plate of cookies and cake while the tea sat getting cold. His guests were incredibly late, and he was beginning to feel stood up. Well had he really expected four teenagers to remember him on Halloween? He sighed looking at the almost full moon; if only Sirius were still here.
Soon the progression of teenagers came to a stop and kneeled in a low bow in front of a hooded black figure, Voldermort. Next to him stood two smaller figures, Lucius Malfoy and Peter Pettigrew. Other Death Eaters made two lines beside the children, and all except the Dark Lord remained silent.
"Arise" commanded the Dark Lord, and all the teens complied. "Let the first of you come before me."
This meant Harry. He moved slowly and purposefully into the center of the room and bowed his head as was customary.
"Now child, remove your hood and speak your name."
Harry's hand reached up to grab the top of his hood. As Draco watch his heart felt like it would escape from his rib cage as it pounded hard counting down the last seconds before impact. The hand pulled back the cloak very slowly as Harry drew himself up to his full height.
A commotion ran through the hall when Harry's hood fell and he declared himself.
The Dark Lord stood peering into the seventeen-year-old's eyes for a moment before both drew their wands.
Pansy knew that the moment the hood fell it was time to strike; now or never. Yet a voice from behind her took away her will to act.
"Now!" cried a male from the back of the line as causing many students and Death Eaters to turn round. Pansy knew the voice, she knew it well. Quickly she turned around afraid of what she knew was there, and in a moment her eyes picked up the flash of red-
"Ron!"
Unaware of the cause of the commotion at the back of the room Voldermort's eyes stayed fixed on Harry. "You are foolish boy to come here and challenge me, and so alone." A wry smile spread across his decrepit lips.
"He is not alone," a clear voice rang out as Draco stepped up to stand besides Harry.
"You!" shouted his father, unsheathing his wand. "I should have known." Lucius was growling with contempt. "You dishonor me for the last time!"
The Dark Lord screamed in a high pitch unnatural way that caused Harry to feel like everything on his insides were about to expel themselves from his body. With his horrible cry he rounded on Harry and they began their duel.
Pansy stood still in the midst of all the commotion. What was happening? All she could see was devastation. The smell of blood was beginning to fill the room, and many of the defenseless students had bee hit with stray spells and were lying on the floor. Nothing made sense any more. None of this was real; how could it be? It had to be part of some dream, some nightmare from which she would wake to find herself safe in Ron's arms.
And there she would stay forever, with him. She would not be a Death Eater. They would run off into the country where no one could find them and then they would be happy. In a few years, her house would e filled with small red headed children who would look at her and smile. And she would be happy.
But she broke up with Ron! Oh, how could she have been so stupid? She needed to find him; to tell him she was sorry. She began scanning the room and she found him. But there was a tall hooded figure in front of him drawing closer.
Her mind was currently unable to figure out why Ron looked so terrified when he should look happy; happy because they were going to have a family and live together forever. She had to tell him.
Pansy walked towards him never letting her eyes leave him. But something clicked insider he as she got closer and saw the outstretched hand holding the wand and the lack of a wand in Ron's hand.
She became possessed by one thought, she had to save Ron. A light began to grow at the end of the wand and Pansy did the only thing she could thing of doing; she jumped.
The curse hit her full force in chest, and she began to fall. At that moment, the Death Eater was hit by a stray curse and fell to his death.
Ron had been startled when Pansy jumped in front of him out of no where, but regaining his thoughts, he ran to where she had fallen and turned her onto her back.
When Pansy saw Ron she began to smile. "Ron," she said her voice just above a whisper, "I found you! I needed to tell you that I was sorry, and I didn't mean it. Will you forgive me and take me back?"
Ron looked down at her and stroked her hair. She was dieing and there was nothing he could do about it. "Of course I will."
Her smile broadened and she went on, "We could move to the country, and get away from all of this. And we could have a family with lots of little kids." Tears were coming to Ron's eyes now. "I hope we have a girl. I was thinking and I like the name Roslind. Don't you? And we could call her Rose. Isn't that pretty, especially if she has your hair." Pansy noticed the tears that were streaming down Ron's cheeks. "Why are you crying?"
Ron shook his head, "It all sounds so beautiful." He picked up her hand and pressed it to his lips and then held it up next to his cheek. "I love you." Pansy's smile broadened as she looked into his eyes and saw all the love that was in them; the love that she had wanted her whole life.
"I love you too…" but as her voice trailed off, the world grew dark and her eyes shut forever.
Ron's tears renewed themselves, and he leaned down and pressed his lips to his love's forehead amazed how he could still be living when his heart had gone out.
Hermione saw the world as many flashes of light and whirls of color. Not much made sense, but not much was supposed to. Her wand arm was bleeding badly, and at the moment she was in a corner trying to regain her strength. She knew quite a few curses, but none of them were doing nearly as much damage as the curses that were being thrown at her.
Scanning the room, she could see the short red hair of her friend Ron. It seemed as if he were bent low crying over something. No! Not Ginny! But wait, it couldn't be Ginny, the girl had brown hair. Realization swept over her as it slowly sank in that he must be lying over Pansy's body.
And she was dead; gone. A sinking feeling weighted down Hermione's stomach. Pansy had just stopped-being. Never again would she wake from the sleep that held her. But she had been perfectly healthy and fine only moments before. And now, she was nothing.
Then it finally hit Hermione that she was going to die; that they all were going to die. Of course she had always known this since she was little, but she had finally taken in the meaning of the words. One second she might be walking and talking, and then next she may simply fail to be. But this is the gruesome truth that holds existence.
Why, what was life itself but a long journey to the same end. Life was but waiting, waiting for death. In the end, it wouldn't matter if she were young or old, rich or poor, loved or despised; all she would be was dead.
Swallowing her thoughts, Hermione readied her wand in her hand and boldly left her corner. She would meet the same fate no matter what was done or how much she hid. When it was all over, she would die. And she would rather die fighting than live hiding. This was for all the wizarding world… and for love.
As Hermione walked back into the center of the room, her eyes gazed back to her red headed friend. He was now laying flat on the ground above his love; had come to the same inevitable end.
The world had turned upside-down and had finally become as bizarre as Harry's own thoughts. He had lost all sense of what was going on. Draco had become separated from him as he took on his father, and Harry faced Voldermort.
Harry strained his ears listening for the sounds of Voldermort's steps. He had entered an abandoned hallway in hopes of catching the Dark Lord when he himself could not be seen. Their fight had already proven long and bloody and if Harry did not finish Voldermort off soon, it would be himself that was finished off.
There! The foot steps were coming now. Harry began to count down till the precise moment to attack. Three…two…one…
He popped out and hit the oncoming man, and then stared in disbelief at what he had just done. Harry was now standing face to face with Draco, the elder Malfoy laying sprawled on the floor between them… dead. Green and gray eyes locked as both boys realized what they had started and what was now happening.
Harry had just taken from Lucius Malfoy, the one thing he would never be able to return. This was it; there was no more playing, and no turning back. He would now face what ever consequences awaited him, he would meet his fate. Harry looked to Draco for understanding, but the boy was shoved aside as if by some invisible hand into a wall. Draco's head hit the wall hard and he slid limply down to the ground.
In his place stood Lord Voldermort.
Harry felt his mind entirely loose control of his body. The arm that held his wand fell useless at his side.
"I could do this in less than a second, and cause you no pain what so ever," began the Dark Lord certain that he had won the fight. "But I find it so much more pleasing to torture you as you have tortured me for sixteen long years." Then he said something sharply under his breath that Harry could not quite hear.
In the next moment Harry was sounded but the light that was streaming from Voldermort's wand it was squeezing him much like a snake would its prey. He couldn't breathe. Something cracked. There was no way he could survive this. He could feel his insides bleeding. The life dripped from his body. He couldn't take it any more. It was too...
But suddenly it stopped. Harry looked up through his blurred eyes and was able to make out something silver holding on to the arm of the Dark Lord.
"Wormtail!" the dark mage hissed, "I am going to kill you like I should have long ago."
But he did not get to kill Wormtail, because Harry lost no time in muttering the spell he had learned just for this occasion.
Harry locked eyes with Wormtail just before he fell forward on to the floor.
Draco had regained consciousness by the end of this and at the sight of Harry falling forward, screamed. He tried to get up, but the pain was too great. However, his scream brought tow others running.
Hermione was about to go running to Harry as Ginny did, but stopped when she saw how Draco was hurt.
Ginny continued running until she was next to Harry. Please don't let him be dead! She rolled him over onto his back and noticed he was breathing.
"Harry, Harry!" she called.
His eyes fluttered open. It took a while for the world to come into focus, but after a few seconds the swirls of red, blue, and white came together to form the face of Ginny. Moonlight silhouetted her from a nearby window making her seem angelic. He smiled and tried to say her name, but he failed. He reached his arm up and touched her face; it was wet.
Finding his strength at last, he spoke, "Don't cry Ginny. I've done what I was meant to do."
Ginny nodded but could not stop her tears. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too." Harry guided her face down towards his own until their lips were locked. Ginny could feel the warmth and pressure of his lips as well as the arm that had wrapped around her back. If only this moment could last forever.
But slowly, the arm fell away and the lips ceased to press her own. Ginny brought her face away from that of her love and cried as she had never thought possible.
After Hermione had healed what ailments she could of Draco, she helped him to stand up. The two teens looked at the room around them, it was mostly empty. Students that had been lucky enough left and helped others; most had gotten out before the killing. In the confusion, more of the Death Eaters had ended up killing other Death Eaters than anyone else. And now, nothing else in the room moved.
But somewhere a door slammed telling them that Wormtail had escaped alive.
The two locked eyes and Hermione began to cry. Draco pulled her close into the warmth of his body. The only words of comfort he could offer were, "It's all over now."
Ginny looked at Harry's body again and kissed it one last time on the forehead before standing up.
Hermione saw the younger girl appear from the shadows looking forlorn and broke. Suddenly a loud hoot echoed through the halls.
All three teens looked up to see a big black owl with red eyes drop something into the room. There was a crash and the room filled with a purple fog. Draco tightened his grip on Hermione. "I will love you until time itself runs out," Draco rushed to get out.
"Which is as long as I will love you," Hermione also hurried to get out squeezing herself to Draco desperately. But no sooner had she said it that the world began to grow fuzzy and things started slipping out of place; and then everything went black.
The black owl swooped around in the sky and flew over a hill. Soon it came to perch on the shoulder of a man. He let out a manic laughter as he patted the birds head. And with a flash of fire disappeared.
Here in London's East End,
It's the pits of the earth.
Where you wont find a friend,
And your life has no worth.
Death is waiting,
Fate is marking your card.
You have one chance in five,
That's the odds you must beat,
If you want to survive,
So be fast on your feet.
Life is hard here,
It's the Devil's back yard.
The End
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AN: the mysterious figure at the end is NOT and I repeat NOT Voldermort! There are many worst things in the world than Voldermort. Now who would disappear into flames? If you said the Devil, you would be on the right track. Please note, Voldermort is dead, gone forever!
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And that is it. I know I didn't end it happy, but well I said angst didn't I? Would it make sense to give and angsty fic a happy ending? Well this one has no happy ending. I like this ending even if its not so happy. It felt right, I tried to make it happy, but it wouldn't work out.
In any case, this fic ends up tragically, but I promise now, that neither Moonlight or Solitude will end sadly. In fact I will make both have really happy endings. (I already know the one for Moonlight; you'll like it I promise!) Im planning my next one, but im not sure how that goes yet, so im not gonna explain it yet.
Any who, I love all of you who have reviewed, and I hope you don't let the fact that I have chosen a sad ending to not like the fic. sometimes tragedy is powerful, I hope this was. But mostly, I hope you enjoyed it! I love you all! Tell me what you thought!
And now, good bye, for this story for the last time, but do check out my others if you want, I will steer clear from tragedy in those.
Bye!
Oh, and the lyrics at the end, are from Jekyll and Hyde, more specifically, one of the many reprises of the song Façade. (check out the soundtrack, its amazing!)
~Atiannala