DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.

WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you.


Dragon Chronicles

By Nuin

17. Crimson Ground.

Draco stared with horror at the scene unfolding beneath him on the castle grounds. Havoc reigned on the snow covered hills, now coloured crimson red by the blood of both human and creature alike. It was utter madness, Draco thought as he looked at the warring parties throwing themselves into the battle with vigour in the attempt to gain the upper hand for their side. Screams, war cries and howls rung out from everywhere on the battlefield.

Whenever one from either side would fall at the hand of the opposing side, another would take their place and the fight would continue. The Dark Lord was nowhere to be seen, but his troops were slowly gaining ground on the Aurors, the Order…on anyone opposing him. It seemed as though the dark forces were endless in their supply of fighters. Draco was sure he spotted several vampires, trolls, even giants and werewolves among Voldemort's forces.

Suddenly a flash of green flared up in the peripheral of his vision. Draco jerked his head in the general direction. He didn't know why exactly this had caught his attention, Killing curses were flying from nearly every direction down on the grounds. But he somehow knew this was important.

He grabbed the handle of his broom tightly and looked over at Blaise. The dark skinned Slytherin looked shaken, but determined none the less. He gave Draco a small assuring smile and a nod, then glanced over his shoulder. Behind them stood all the Slytherin students that had decided join the fight against Voldemort, not as many as they had hoped, but there were still a good deal of them. Each was armed with their wand and a broom, be it borrowed or their own.

Draco thought sadly of those who had chosen to side with the Dark Lord, months ago that could have been him. He could have been one of those who blindly followed the madman. The last few months had been so confusing, his father and godfather turning out to be spies and his relationship with Harry. If he still had something with Harry after the brunette broke it off. Draco shook his head and focused his thoughts on the orders that Professor Snape had given them. They were to be the backup, to swoop in on their brooms and help out where it was needed.

Resolutely he mounted his broom and gripped the handle even tighter. He turned to the Slytherins assembled of fifth, sixth and seventh years before him.

"All right everyone!" He yelled, trying to overpower the roar of battle from below them. "Mount your brooms! Anyone who doesn't want to be here, leave now! The rest of you follow us." He gestured to Blaise, Pansy and himself.

None made a move to leave, but everyone moved to climb onto their brooms, even though most swallowed thickly and some shuddered nervously. Draco smiled with pride, they were going to show the world what they could do. That they were not just what everyone believed them to be. Death Eaters.

With the same speed Draco exercised on the Quidditch field, he took off from the North Tower, the other flyers forming a tail behind him. Blaise and Pansy quickly sped up to soar by his side. They nodded once at each other, then swerved in different directions and took each a part of their force with them.

Draco and his team flew over the part of the grounds closest to the Forbidden Forest. The fighting was heavier here than anywhere else. The blonde spotted a small group of Aurors having been cornered on all sides by Death Eaters. Grimacing, he signalled for his squad to attack.

They descended and flew into and past them, surprising the Death Eaters and Aurors alike and scattered them to all sides, when they turned around and drove through the crowd again. Quickly the flyers managed to throw a couple of curses at the stunned Death Eaters, before they ascended again, leaving it to the Aurors to overpower them. The moment of surprise they had caused by flying directly into the fight had provided the Aurors with the upper hand to once again fight and win.

Flying high over the grounds once again, Draco surveyed the gory battle. Dead bodies littered the ground, some surrounded by the snow soaked in blood, while the living fought to stay among the living.

Suddenly another flash of the same green light that earlier had stunned Draco for a second, veered across the area hitting an unsuspecting Death Eater in the back. The blond turned around to properly examine what was happening. His eyes widened in shock, when he saw who was responsible for the straying Killing Curse.

Harry and Voldemort were locked in a duel, dancing around each other with deadly accuracy. The older wizard sneered and cast a Cruciatus in Harry's direction, the brunette managed to duck out of the way, but was cut, albeit shallowly, by the curse anyway. Harry grimaced in pain. Quickly he cast a curse of his own, yet it didn't strike anywhere near Voldemort. They were both out of breath, however they kept going, knowing that if they let themselves become careless even for a second, it could be their last.

Suddenly Harry was on the ground, face in the bloody snow and gasping for breath. Voldemort had hit him dead on with the Cruciatus and brought the young man to his knees. Blood was gathering at the corners of Harry's mouth and slowly dripping to the ground, blending with the snow and blood already there.

Draco cringed and steered his broom towards the two combatants with the intent to help the Gryffindor. But before he got very far, Harry was on his feet again barrelling into Voldemort with his body and knocking the red eyed wizard to the ground. The older man looked so stunned at the fact that Harry had actually used brutal force instead of using magic that he left his defence open for another attack from Harry.

Raising his curled up fist Harry brought it hard down on Voldemort's face and crying out in hatred at the same time, cursing the dark wizard for all that had ever happened to the ones Harry loved. The Gryffindor kept beating down upon the man, who had tried to kill him since he was a mere baby, tears falling from the emerald green eyes.

Then it was as if Voldemort finally got his senses back, because with a firm grip on his wand he cast a hex at the still crying teenager, who was straddling his body and raining blows of the boy's fists onto his face and torso. The force of the spell sent Harry flying several feet away and he landed on his back, looking up at the dark wizard, who was now slowly stalking towards him. Voldemort held up his wand pointing it directly at Harry's heart.

Draco gripped the handle of his broom tightly, this time he was determined to intervened. He sped up and soared through the sky towards the Gryffindor and the Dark Lord, only to be knocked off his broom by a stray curse catching him off guard and hurling him to the ground below.

He hit the snow covered earth with a dull thud, the small white crystals flying around him like a cloud of dust. Winded and with his joints aching in pain, Draco scrambled to get to his feet, to find his broom and get to Harry, no matter what. Screw the fact that Harry broke up with him, screw the fact that they weren't dating anymore or that they were only having a break from each other. He needed to get to Harry now.

He rose to his feet and looked at the carnage around him. Spells flew over his head at an alarming speed from every direction. People were dying everywhere. And he couldn't see Harry or the Dark Lord. He clutched his wand and began to make his way through the fighting people in the direction he thought he could find Harry. Draco stumbled several times over the bodies littering the ground or into those still alive and strong enough to be fighting.

A curse suddenly hit him in the chest and he fell to ground. Dazed Draco looked up into the hate filled eyes of his aunt.

"You filthy little blood traitor." She hissed. "How could you betray our Lord like that? Consorting with the Potter brat." Bellatrix touched the tip of her wand to Draco's chest, right above his heart.

Draco shuddered and looked up at the woman with wide eyes. "A-aunt Bel-"

"Don't talk to me, boy. What you have to say won't matter, you'll be dead soon." She glared and pressed her wand further into Draco's chest, making him wince in pain. Bellatrix opened her mouth to speak again, but instead her eyes widened as a green light enveloped her and she started to fall over. Her body hit the ground beside the blonde and stayed still. Draco looked at her and knew she was dead. Her dark, crazed eyes were wide open staring dully at nothing and her mouth was slightly open with a small trickle of blood in the corner of her lips.

Suddenly there was an arm grabbing Draco's and hauling him to his feet, his godfather was looking at him with concern in his pitch black eyes.

"Are you hurt, Draco?" He asked.

Draco just nodded bewildered at everything going on around him. "I…where's Harry?" He asked, then for the first time he notice the sudden stillness hovering in the air, the only sound was the howling wind and two other voices shouting at each other. Every single person on the battle field was standing rooted to the ground. They were all staring at something further away.

Draco struggled forward, past the masses of people standing in his way of getting to Harry, his godfather not far behind him. Then he finally arrived at the edge of the area, where a single battle was taking place. What he saw shocked him, Harry's and Voldemort's wands were locked by a thin golden string of magic. He looked questioningly at his godfather.

"Priori Incantatem." Severus whispered, when he noticed Draco's stare. "They have brother wands and they are reacting against each other."

Draco sighed and turned around to look at the duel between the two wizards again. He could see that Harry was straining to keep standing, the exertion of using his magic in the duel and against this opponent was taking it's toll. Voldemort wasn't fairing any better, his pale skin was glistening with sweat and his face was tense.

Then it was as if everything happened in slow motion, Harry broke the contact between the brother wands and threw the Killing Curse at the Dark Lord, at the same time Voldemort cast the curse as well. The two green lights soared through the air heading towards their targets. At the last moment both duellists jumped out of the way, landing on the ground.

Harry was the first to move and he sprinted towards Voldemort, who was struggling to get to his feet. But before the older wizard could stand up, the Gryffindor had pounced on him and plunged a dagger through his heart, then Harry raised his wand and for the final time called upon his magic and hate to cast the 'all ending' Avada Kedavra.

The Dark Lord's body crumpled to the ground, dead at last. Dead from not only, the Curse or the dagger in his heart, but also the exhaustion of his magic, having used all he had in the duel against the last Potter. Dead, crimson red eyes, stared at the sky, the tall thin body lay haphazardly on the ground. He was dead for good.

Slowly Harry rose to stand on his feet, breathing heavily he slowly looked around at the destruction caused to the grounds of Hogwarts' Castle. Then he locked eye contact with Draco. Harry smiled softly and fell to the ground, unconscious.