A/N: I know that I've been a really bad author lately and I haven't updated for like sooo long. I'm really sorry but I lost all inspiration in the midst of a personal crisis.
Please forgive me! Well here is the long awaited story…please review and let me know what you think…with looooong reviews. It really makes me more inclined to write when I see that everyone is enjoying the story.
Draco Malfoy had stood up to his father like no one else had ever done before, and had been punished like no one else before. On the brink of death the teenager was left locked up in his room to suffer the few short hours he still had. Unfortunately for Lucius, Griever, Draco's owl just happened to be coming home from her evening hunt and had spotted her young master lying limp on the floor. With some prompting from his persistent owl Draco was able to write the one word needed to get Severus to him immediately…. "please".
Malfoy's never say please, ever. It isn't dignified. Things are rightfully given to Malfoy's, there is no need to plead for them. Therefore, the small and simple word had a very large impact on the man who had never heard it uttered from Draco's lips.
Not one of the four people involved in the rescue ever spoke of where or how they found Draco, or of the manner in which they managed to extricate him. No one was brave enough to see the looks on the faces of those involved. All anyone knew, even Albus, was that it must have been very bad.
Rinoa, forcibly confined Snape to his bed for a week after the incident, seeing as she was the only one that could actually make him listen to her. And, life went on. Harry, who had seen the man that Draco was capable of being not only through the defiance of his father and his resulting disinheritance, but also through Rinoa, her visions had shown him a side of Draco not known to him and the two where on tolerable terms…just tolerable though.
Soon school started again and every one went back to some semblance of normalcy, or at least as much as one can when battling an evil wizard in your spare time. Training was intensified and meetings were held to find some way to help Harry to defeat Voldemort.
There was a feeling of anticipation in the air of Hogwarts, Voldemort would soon make his move and everyone could feel it. The walls were preparing, it seemed as if the school itself knew what was going on and was protecting it's self. It was during charms class that the trio noticed this amazing phenomenon.
Draco was sitting next to Harry on the Gryfindor side as to prevent himself from hexing Blaise Zambini into next Tuesday for his cutting remarks about his father. The class was practicing a reveal charm on each other when the magic in the air became so thick one felt as if they were swimming in it.
"Ron! You're doing it all wrong and you're going to singe Harry's eyebrows off if you're not careful," admonished Hermione when Ron became lazy with his hand movement. "Let me show you…" but when Hermione said the charm something quite unexpected happened…it didn't work. The witch who could do even the most complicated spells at first try could not seem to do a simple reveal spell. In fact no one could do it. The room seemed to be full of static and every time some one was charmed at they received a very nasty shock as Harry found out.
"Ouch! Hermione quit trying to do the spell! You're going to electrocute me!"
"What's going on?" asked Neville, who was flicking his wand randomly in an effort to get it working again.
"I don't know." Everyone was dumbfounded, and then suddenly a surge of power radiated through the castle. The surge was harmless to the students and faculty save a few headaches but the very fact that the castle itself was preparing for war had put everyone on edge. The next few days would forever go down in the history of the world…the final days of the battle for the wizarding world.
Voldemort made his attack and as the survivors looked back on the days leading up to it they saw the warning signs. Hindsight is always 20/20. What happened? Who won? Was the prophecy fulfilled? Were people murdered?
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It is February the 8th today and the castle is tense, no one can sleep and I find myself sitting in the large armchair in Severus' chambers writing down my thoughts. Maybe one day when we've won this battle I'll publish them…or simply keep them to look back on from time to time. I can't really see myself letting others read this, my thoughts, my feelings. Everything feels so wrong right now. Severus is looking at me in that way again. That " I know what you're thinking look". He probably does the bastard…people are going to die tomorrow. Well today actually seeing as it is three in the morning right now. I can feel it. But, what I don't know is if we'll die…if we'll win. I hope we do.
Rinoa.
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