Two for the Price of One
Chapter 2
Their faces were set with grim determination, wands were at hand and bodies were rigid, ready to spring if needed. Harry was up front with Dumbledore and Snape, no not Snape, Severus. Their hair blew into their shadowed faces from the wind that passed through the tension filled air.
If the situation wasn't so serious I would have laughed at the dramatic seen unfolding before my eyes. I myself was on the ground at the very edge of the forbidden forest, letting the earthy scent fill my nostrils.
I was supposed to sneak up behind the death eaters and wipe out as many as I could. Sirius had taught me, Harry, Ron, Ginny, (and to my surprise) malfoy curses and athletic stuff such as combat moves and kick boxing, to make us stronger, faster, and less likely to be killed.
As I was taking those secret classes, I, Harry, and Ron took occumelcy from the one and only professor Snape. He told us we'd be the main targets of the death eater's.
If we couldn't protect our bodies we had to protect our minds. Most of all he wanted us to not feel regret at killing other beings. Insufferable git.
Alas the time had come; there was a pop and what seemed to be millions of death eater's apparated, wands drawn and eyes glinting behind masks of silver metal that instantly molded to their faces when worn.
There was a moment of silence before all hell broke loose, the silence was my q. I pushed my long curls out of my face and silently pushed my body from one of the many combat moves Sirius taught us. As swift as a cat I made my way up the hill and toward the throng of black cloaks.
I crept up behind one of the shortest bastards I could find; gracefully I covered his mouth, slit his throat, and dragged him away. There I donned his mask and his robes with a wizard's wisest tool: a wand. He never saw it coming, asshole.
Throwing up the hood so no one could see my dark curls, I joined the throng of living death.
Ok, I just wanted to write this story for practice, and if you have and SUGGESTIONS I will gladly try to change, for the good of the writer hood. and thank you Snape's Witch! I'm sorry it was so short!
Cheers.
Unbroken