It's the Final Battle between good and evil. Harry falls for someone
unexpected.
Warning: mild slash, angst themes and character deaths. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters only the plot line.
Hope remains.
Chapter Two: battles begin.
The image that greeted them brought fear in to all their hearts. Out upon the grey grounds, of Hogwarts, stood row upon row of hooded and cloaked Death Eaters. Voldemort, no longer the thin weak appearing man, if Lord Voldemort could ever be called such, lead the group. Lucius and Worm Tail were stood just behind him. All the others were faceless and nameless, with masks covering their faces, yet each held its wand out ready and awaiting. They appeared unperturbed to find the majority of Hogwarts, students and teachers, waiting for them. It was almost as if they had known that Severus was going to inform Dumbledore about the attacks Voldemort had been preparing for.
The Death Eaters advanced slowly and menacingly. Harry didn't notice five of the Slytherins sneak out of the doors and run down towards the advancing ranks. Dumbledore noticed however and mumbled under his breath "yes I did fear that was going to happen."
The Death Eaters halted about five hundred yards away from the towering doors, when Voldemort lifted up one scaly, sickly grey hand. Dumbledore lead the students and teachers out on to the font steps. Time appeared to stop. No one moved, and the only sound was of rustling cloaks buffeting about in the wind. Harry felt something hit his hand. He looked at his clenched fist and slowly uncurled it palm upwards. A drop of cold water collected in his outstretched hand.
It had begun to rain. It fell hard in torrents, blurring everything before him.
Still no one moved.
Slowly Voldemort raised his wand to the sky. Out if its tip came a ghostly green smoke, which rose high in to the air above the crowds. It took form; the Dark Mark. Dimly Harry heard the students behind in take a sharp intake of breath. The Dark Mark signalled that some one, probably many, were going to die that day. Never taking his eyes off of Voldemort, he watched as simultaneously all the Death Eaters raised their wands and pointed them at the teachers and students. Voldemort pointed his own wand at Harry's heart and whispered Avada Kedavra. That voice carried and cut through the air like a steal blade.
Harry's basic human instincts kicked in. As though in slow motion he dropped his position and ran forwards. He could hear the Death Eaters curses whiz past him. He successfully dodged Voldemort's curse but couldn't block out the high pitched scream he herd behind him. He whirled round on the spot to see what had happened but he couldn't see through the rain. Around him people were running and screaming. Harry new someone had died and that it was his fault.
His attention had wavered only for a few seconds but it was to long. Harry felt the Cruciatus Curse hit him in the back. He doubled over in pain. Chaos had broken out and the Battle had begun.
Hope remains.
Chapter Two: battles begin.
The image that greeted them brought fear in to all their hearts. Out upon the grey grounds, of Hogwarts, stood row upon row of hooded and cloaked Death Eaters. Voldemort, no longer the thin weak appearing man, if Lord Voldemort could ever be called such, lead the group. Lucius and Worm Tail were stood just behind him. All the others were faceless and nameless, with masks covering their faces, yet each held its wand out ready and awaiting. They appeared unperturbed to find the majority of Hogwarts, students and teachers, waiting for them. It was almost as if they had known that Severus was going to inform Dumbledore about the attacks Voldemort had been preparing for.
The Death Eaters advanced slowly and menacingly. Harry didn't notice five of the Slytherins sneak out of the doors and run down towards the advancing ranks. Dumbledore noticed however and mumbled under his breath "yes I did fear that was going to happen."
The Death Eaters halted about five hundred yards away from the towering doors, when Voldemort lifted up one scaly, sickly grey hand. Dumbledore lead the students and teachers out on to the font steps. Time appeared to stop. No one moved, and the only sound was of rustling cloaks buffeting about in the wind. Harry felt something hit his hand. He looked at his clenched fist and slowly uncurled it palm upwards. A drop of cold water collected in his outstretched hand.
It had begun to rain. It fell hard in torrents, blurring everything before him.
Still no one moved.
Slowly Voldemort raised his wand to the sky. Out if its tip came a ghostly green smoke, which rose high in to the air above the crowds. It took form; the Dark Mark. Dimly Harry heard the students behind in take a sharp intake of breath. The Dark Mark signalled that some one, probably many, were going to die that day. Never taking his eyes off of Voldemort, he watched as simultaneously all the Death Eaters raised their wands and pointed them at the teachers and students. Voldemort pointed his own wand at Harry's heart and whispered Avada Kedavra. That voice carried and cut through the air like a steal blade.
Harry's basic human instincts kicked in. As though in slow motion he dropped his position and ran forwards. He could hear the Death Eaters curses whiz past him. He successfully dodged Voldemort's curse but couldn't block out the high pitched scream he herd behind him. He whirled round on the spot to see what had happened but he couldn't see through the rain. Around him people were running and screaming. Harry new someone had died and that it was his fault.
His attention had wavered only for a few seconds but it was to long. Harry felt the Cruciatus Curse hit him in the back. He doubled over in pain. Chaos had broken out and the Battle had begun.