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 Three: loved ones fall.
Harry thought his head was being split open by the excruciating pain. He was on his knees, slowly sinking in to the mud. He didn't black out and focused all his energy on breaking the curse. After what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, he began to feel the power of the curse beginning to waver. Suddenly the pain stopped and, instantly, his vision cleared. He heard a heavy thud and turned his head to the right. A death Eater was lying face down in the mud, unmoving. Suddenly Harry felt a strong hand grasp the back of his robes, pull him upwards and set on his feet.
He turned to look at the figure behind him. Severus Snape stood, smeared with mud, mixed with sweat and rapidly drying blood. Harry dropped his gaze down to the ground in respect and thanks, but halted it when it fell upon Snape's left hand, or what was left of it. For now Harry noticed that the drying blood on Snape's robes had come from Snape's own hand, which was mangled and pouring blood. In shock he raised his emerald green eyes to Snape's dark onyx ones. In that moment all the mean and nasty, un- thoughtful things Harry had ever said to Snape disappeared and evaporated. They were no longer important. In Harry's eyes Severus had paid his price for becoming a Death Eater, all those years ago. Snape inclined his head. They had reached a truce with out words.
Harry and Snape didn't hear the killing curse being muttered by its caster. Harry saw green light engulf the two of them and then felt the weight of something heavy leaning against him. A second later Harry's mind had registered what had happened, just as the green light faded. Snape had been hit in the back and was now slumped, dead, propped up against Harry. Harry slowly, struggled to lower his Potions Master to the soft ground, and gently laid Snape's hands upon his chest. His throat was dry and his voice raspy when he laid a protective spell over Snape's body, knowing that now he would be free from pain, both emotional and physical.
Slowly he stood upright, now determined and resolute. He had never realised it would come to this. All that could see were bodies flying, falling, curses shooting through the air. Bodies were lying on the ground, un- ceremoniously, both of Death Eaters, his friends, loved ones and people who he had never had the chance to know and now never would. Subconsciously Harry's thoughts went to Draco and what might have come to pass if Lucius Malfoy had been killed two years ago or if the Dementors hadn't revolted against the ministry and Lucius still remained locked up in a cell in Azkaban. Harry felt a sudden urge to find Draco and dissuade him from his predicted path of becoming a Death Eater, to save him from his family name.
To left he could see Ron and Hermione battling it out with one of the masked Death Eaters. They too had grown stronger and wiser in the years Harry had known them. Seeing the people they had loved die had made them stronger people.
To his right he could see Lupin pinning another Death Eater to the ground, his wand held at the Death Eaters throat.
Harry looked away from the site and looked strait ahead. Determined that some good would come out of the day, and that he would avenge Severus' death, he walked forwards. His grip on his wand tightened with every step he took.
The Death Eater that had killed Snape stepped in to Harry line of vision. The Death Eater reached up and pulled its hood down, uncovering its face. It was Lucius Malfoy's face that was revealed. He stood only a few yards away. Harry saw Lucius' lips curl up in to a sneer that remained Harry of the Draco he had loved to fight. Harry just smiled. Both of them raised their wands at the same time, but Harry was quicker. "stupefy." Harry watched as Lucius fell to the ground. Slowly he paced towards the unmoving form and without a word stepped over it.
Hope remains.
Chapter Three: loved ones fall.
Harry thought his head was being split open by the excruciating pain. He was on his knees, slowly sinking in to the mud. He didn't black out and focused all his energy on breaking the curse. After what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, he began to feel the power of the curse beginning to waver. Suddenly the pain stopped and, instantly, his vision cleared. He heard a heavy thud and turned his head to the right. A death Eater was lying face down in the mud, unmoving. Suddenly Harry felt a strong hand grasp the back of his robes, pull him upwards and set on his feet.
He turned to look at the figure behind him. Severus Snape stood, smeared with mud, mixed with sweat and rapidly drying blood. Harry dropped his gaze down to the ground in respect and thanks, but halted it when it fell upon Snape's left hand, or what was left of it. For now Harry noticed that the drying blood on Snape's robes had come from Snape's own hand, which was mangled and pouring blood. In shock he raised his emerald green eyes to Snape's dark onyx ones. In that moment all the mean and nasty, un- thoughtful things Harry had ever said to Snape disappeared and evaporated. They were no longer important. In Harry's eyes Severus had paid his price for becoming a Death Eater, all those years ago. Snape inclined his head. They had reached a truce with out words.
Harry and Snape didn't hear the killing curse being muttered by its caster. Harry saw green light engulf the two of them and then felt the weight of something heavy leaning against him. A second later Harry's mind had registered what had happened, just as the green light faded. Snape had been hit in the back and was now slumped, dead, propped up against Harry. Harry slowly, struggled to lower his Potions Master to the soft ground, and gently laid Snape's hands upon his chest. His throat was dry and his voice raspy when he laid a protective spell over Snape's body, knowing that now he would be free from pain, both emotional and physical.
Slowly he stood upright, now determined and resolute. He had never realised it would come to this. All that could see were bodies flying, falling, curses shooting through the air. Bodies were lying on the ground, un- ceremoniously, both of Death Eaters, his friends, loved ones and people who he had never had the chance to know and now never would. Subconsciously Harry's thoughts went to Draco and what might have come to pass if Lucius Malfoy had been killed two years ago or if the Dementors hadn't revolted against the ministry and Lucius still remained locked up in a cell in Azkaban. Harry felt a sudden urge to find Draco and dissuade him from his predicted path of becoming a Death Eater, to save him from his family name.
To left he could see Ron and Hermione battling it out with one of the masked Death Eaters. They too had grown stronger and wiser in the years Harry had known them. Seeing the people they had loved die had made them stronger people.
To his right he could see Lupin pinning another Death Eater to the ground, his wand held at the Death Eaters throat.
Harry looked away from the site and looked strait ahead. Determined that some good would come out of the day, and that he would avenge Severus' death, he walked forwards. His grip on his wand tightened with every step he took.
The Death Eater that had killed Snape stepped in to Harry line of vision. The Death Eater reached up and pulled its hood down, uncovering its face. It was Lucius Malfoy's face that was revealed. He stood only a few yards away. Harry saw Lucius' lips curl up in to a sneer that remained Harry of the Draco he had loved to fight. Harry just smiled. Both of them raised their wands at the same time, but Harry was quicker. "stupefy." Harry watched as Lucius fell to the ground. Slowly he paced towards the unmoving form and without a word stepped over it.