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 four: unpredictable events.
Harry kept on walking. The crowds of fighting people appeared to part in front of him. He moved as though in a trance and kept his eyes fixed on one particular point ahead of him; Voldemort.
He was only one hundred yards away from the end.
As though sensing Harry approaching him Voldemort turned to face the boy that had been his downfall so many years ago. Their eyes locked together and the world around them seemed insignificant in the face of what was going to come. Time slowed for them and the noise dropped to a respectable silence, as though apprehensive. Harry was concentrating hard on maintaining his regular breathing. Voldemort didn't move at all and instead waited for Harry to come to him.
Harry carefully avoided all the obstacles in his path; lifeless bodies, without breaking eye contact with the one thing he had always hated and despised, the one thing that had cost the lives of so many people. Voldemort had killed so many that were dear to Harry; his parents when his was but one year old, Sirius in the department of mysteries and Percy who had been killed only last year and had suffered torture at the hands of Voldemort, who had wanted information about the ministry. Today Voldemort had killed Severus; and how many others had been resigned to the same fate?
He was only fifty yards away from the end.
Voldemort reacted quickly and without waning. He raised his wand and pointed it directly at Harry's heart. Harry couldn't hear the words Voldemort spoke, but knew what the curse was. Green light shot out of the end of Voldemort's wand and came hurtling towards him. He didn't have time to move.
Suddenly something hard hit him and he was pushed to the right, out of the way of the curse. The green light speed past him. He fell clumsily to the floor, and landed with a thud. He could feel a burning pain ripping through his right leg, sending stars to his eyes. Slowly he moved his head to the side and glanced downwards. A small, slight, blond figure was lying on top of him. Harry groaned and pushed the heavy mass off him. The figure rolled on to its back, spread eagled, showing its face. It was Draco Malfoy who had saved his life, and was now lying next to him, unmoving. Harry panicked. He so desperately wanted to save Draco. Harry shuffled over to the unmoving boy, dragging his right leg along behind him. Harry slid his right hand along the ground, and when he found it, grasped Draco's cold, slender hand tightly refusing to let go of another that he held so close to his heart. His mind showed him memories of the two of them cursing each other, yelling and fighting each other. He and Draco had been together so much of the time, as they were now. 'But now', Harry thought, 'my beloved enemy is dying for me.'
Harry hadn't realised but all this time a very angry Lord Voldemort had been snaking its way towards the two boys.
Harry was slowly pulled from his thoughts. He saw a shadow being cast on the ground, and tore his eyes away from Draco, never letting go of Draco's hand. He rolled on to his back and looked up.
Voldemort was loaming, tall and menacingly above them.
Hope remains.
Chapter four: unpredictable events.
Harry kept on walking. The crowds of fighting people appeared to part in front of him. He moved as though in a trance and kept his eyes fixed on one particular point ahead of him; Voldemort.
He was only one hundred yards away from the end.
As though sensing Harry approaching him Voldemort turned to face the boy that had been his downfall so many years ago. Their eyes locked together and the world around them seemed insignificant in the face of what was going to come. Time slowed for them and the noise dropped to a respectable silence, as though apprehensive. Harry was concentrating hard on maintaining his regular breathing. Voldemort didn't move at all and instead waited for Harry to come to him.
Harry carefully avoided all the obstacles in his path; lifeless bodies, without breaking eye contact with the one thing he had always hated and despised, the one thing that had cost the lives of so many people. Voldemort had killed so many that were dear to Harry; his parents when his was but one year old, Sirius in the department of mysteries and Percy who had been killed only last year and had suffered torture at the hands of Voldemort, who had wanted information about the ministry. Today Voldemort had killed Severus; and how many others had been resigned to the same fate?
He was only fifty yards away from the end.
Voldemort reacted quickly and without waning. He raised his wand and pointed it directly at Harry's heart. Harry couldn't hear the words Voldemort spoke, but knew what the curse was. Green light shot out of the end of Voldemort's wand and came hurtling towards him. He didn't have time to move.
Suddenly something hard hit him and he was pushed to the right, out of the way of the curse. The green light speed past him. He fell clumsily to the floor, and landed with a thud. He could feel a burning pain ripping through his right leg, sending stars to his eyes. Slowly he moved his head to the side and glanced downwards. A small, slight, blond figure was lying on top of him. Harry groaned and pushed the heavy mass off him. The figure rolled on to its back, spread eagled, showing its face. It was Draco Malfoy who had saved his life, and was now lying next to him, unmoving. Harry panicked. He so desperately wanted to save Draco. Harry shuffled over to the unmoving boy, dragging his right leg along behind him. Harry slid his right hand along the ground, and when he found it, grasped Draco's cold, slender hand tightly refusing to let go of another that he held so close to his heart. His mind showed him memories of the two of them cursing each other, yelling and fighting each other. He and Draco had been together so much of the time, as they were now. 'But now', Harry thought, 'my beloved enemy is dying for me.'
Harry hadn't realised but all this time a very angry Lord Voldemort had been snaking its way towards the two boys.
Harry was slowly pulled from his thoughts. He saw a shadow being cast on the ground, and tore his eyes away from Draco, never letting go of Draco's hand. He rolled on to his back and looked up.
Voldemort was loaming, tall and menacingly above them.