Sorry, but this one is a cliffie!
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The beating of drums sounded in Hermione's ears. It took her a few minutes for her to realize it is her heart, not a drum. She breathed a few nervous gasps. Draco, who was standing beside her, looked at her and saw her paling face. He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. The students began to go into a formation, as did the Death Eaters, who were wearing cloaks that hid their features, raised there swords. Many students shuddered and tried to bring up theirs. Draco had made his way near the front.
"For Hogwarts!" he yelled and charged. The Death Eaters ran at him as did the students run at them. There was a clashing of swords while some of the little ones ran around trying to stupify the ones that were not paying attention. They were not succeeding though, the swords had the ability to block curses thrown at them. The sky overhead grayed and saddened as the battle raged on. As some black cloaked figures fell, so did some of the students. Hermione ran through the fighting trying to find Harry, Ron, and Draco to make sure they are alright. She found Ron and Harry finishing off some of the Death Eaters that had tried to escape into the forest. As she ran to find Draco, something very strange happened. Suddenly all of the Death Eaters stopped and went back into the formation. A few students used this opportunity and stabbed their opponents, but most stood there, bewildered. In the center of the circle a figure appeared wearing black and silver trimmed hooded robes. The man held a vial full of a muddish brown substance. Hermione backed away in fear, realizing the potion. The man, who all now assumed was Voldemort, began to mutter in Latin under his breath. He paused at the end of the incantation. Then lastly, in English, he shouted, "Show me the ones that are dirty of blood!" throwing the liquid over the students.
The substance seemed to be magnetized, splashing on some and not others. Many of the students screamed as the liquid stung them, burning into their skin. A bit sloshed onto Hermione and she felt its burning sting. The pain was unimaginable. She was tempted to take her own sword and cut off her arm just to stop the pain. But, something stranged happened with it. All of the sudden, the pain in her arm lessened and the brown turned to a sickly yellow. The once-before piercing pain became just a dull ache. Hermione, gathering her courage, charged on into the thick of the battle.
One Death Eater in particular came towards her, and pulled off his hood. There, standing before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His hair and skin was pale, his features toned to perfection. She began to drown in his eyes...but something stopped her. Something wasn't right about him. Then she realized it...He was a veela!
"You are so ugly!" she shouted. "You deserve to live in a pig sty! Your hair is absolutely gross! I can look at you without wanting to barf!"
The veela became more and more angered as she spurted insults. His eyes blazed and his perfect face began to melt into a sickening frown. He roared, then raised his sword high above his head. Hermione brought hers to meet his, then blocked with a crescent turn. The battle raged on as she played defense, and at the same time looking for a weak spot. She found an unguarded foot and slashed at it, tearing the skin. The veela yelled in pain as his flesh burned and shriveled. He dropped his dagger and cringed on the ground. With one last scream of anguish, he joined the dead. Hermione knelt down by him and closed his eyes. Even though he was her enemy, she felt all should be at peace. But as she looked around as she stood up, she wondered, "What kind of sword would do such a thing?"
"Hermione!" Draco shouted, "Look out!"
A new Death Eater came charging towards her, his sword held high. She brought hers up in defense as the black sword clashed against hers of silver light. Light against Dark. The man was aggressive, obviously trained in the ways of the sword. He beat endlessly at her sword, willing it to break. Unable to take the power anymore, she fell to her knees, but still kept the silver high. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Draco running towards her. The Death Eater took this advantage of her distraction, and used it to unhook the sword from her hand, then slash open her palm. She hurriedly tried to crawl and retrieve her sword, but the man stepped on her back, stopping her. She fell helplessly as she waited for immense pain when the blade would slice through her neck.
She felt a shadow come over her as Draco landed a solid kick into the Death Eater's chest, throwing the man backward. Draco fought roughly, clashing his sword again and again with the Death Eater's night blade until he heard the man begin to laugh. Draco was confused, but managed to knock the blade out of his opponent's hand. Draco put the sword to the Death Eater's neck, ready to slit it. The man emitted a low cackle again.
"Draco," said the Death Eater, "you would defend a half-blood against your own father?"
******* It's been a long hard road without you by my side Why weren't you there on the nights we cried? You broke my mother's heart you You broke your children for life It's not okay But we're alright I remember the days where you were a hero in my eyes But those are just a long lost memory of mine. "Emotionless"- Good Charlotte ****** Muhahahahah! Cliffie!
I shall leave you to puzzle about the sword, Hermione's blood, Draco's fight and father, etc until later!
*Cackles*
~Dragonfires
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The beating of drums sounded in Hermione's ears. It took her a few minutes for her to realize it is her heart, not a drum. She breathed a few nervous gasps. Draco, who was standing beside her, looked at her and saw her paling face. He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. The students began to go into a formation, as did the Death Eaters, who were wearing cloaks that hid their features, raised there swords. Many students shuddered and tried to bring up theirs. Draco had made his way near the front.
"For Hogwarts!" he yelled and charged. The Death Eaters ran at him as did the students run at them. There was a clashing of swords while some of the little ones ran around trying to stupify the ones that were not paying attention. They were not succeeding though, the swords had the ability to block curses thrown at them. The sky overhead grayed and saddened as the battle raged on. As some black cloaked figures fell, so did some of the students. Hermione ran through the fighting trying to find Harry, Ron, and Draco to make sure they are alright. She found Ron and Harry finishing off some of the Death Eaters that had tried to escape into the forest. As she ran to find Draco, something very strange happened. Suddenly all of the Death Eaters stopped and went back into the formation. A few students used this opportunity and stabbed their opponents, but most stood there, bewildered. In the center of the circle a figure appeared wearing black and silver trimmed hooded robes. The man held a vial full of a muddish brown substance. Hermione backed away in fear, realizing the potion. The man, who all now assumed was Voldemort, began to mutter in Latin under his breath. He paused at the end of the incantation. Then lastly, in English, he shouted, "Show me the ones that are dirty of blood!" throwing the liquid over the students.
The substance seemed to be magnetized, splashing on some and not others. Many of the students screamed as the liquid stung them, burning into their skin. A bit sloshed onto Hermione and she felt its burning sting. The pain was unimaginable. She was tempted to take her own sword and cut off her arm just to stop the pain. But, something stranged happened with it. All of the sudden, the pain in her arm lessened and the brown turned to a sickly yellow. The once-before piercing pain became just a dull ache. Hermione, gathering her courage, charged on into the thick of the battle.
One Death Eater in particular came towards her, and pulled off his hood. There, standing before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His hair and skin was pale, his features toned to perfection. She began to drown in his eyes...but something stopped her. Something wasn't right about him. Then she realized it...He was a veela!
"You are so ugly!" she shouted. "You deserve to live in a pig sty! Your hair is absolutely gross! I can look at you without wanting to barf!"
The veela became more and more angered as she spurted insults. His eyes blazed and his perfect face began to melt into a sickening frown. He roared, then raised his sword high above his head. Hermione brought hers to meet his, then blocked with a crescent turn. The battle raged on as she played defense, and at the same time looking for a weak spot. She found an unguarded foot and slashed at it, tearing the skin. The veela yelled in pain as his flesh burned and shriveled. He dropped his dagger and cringed on the ground. With one last scream of anguish, he joined the dead. Hermione knelt down by him and closed his eyes. Even though he was her enemy, she felt all should be at peace. But as she looked around as she stood up, she wondered, "What kind of sword would do such a thing?"
"Hermione!" Draco shouted, "Look out!"
A new Death Eater came charging towards her, his sword held high. She brought hers up in defense as the black sword clashed against hers of silver light. Light against Dark. The man was aggressive, obviously trained in the ways of the sword. He beat endlessly at her sword, willing it to break. Unable to take the power anymore, she fell to her knees, but still kept the silver high. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Draco running towards her. The Death Eater took this advantage of her distraction, and used it to unhook the sword from her hand, then slash open her palm. She hurriedly tried to crawl and retrieve her sword, but the man stepped on her back, stopping her. She fell helplessly as she waited for immense pain when the blade would slice through her neck.
She felt a shadow come over her as Draco landed a solid kick into the Death Eater's chest, throwing the man backward. Draco fought roughly, clashing his sword again and again with the Death Eater's night blade until he heard the man begin to laugh. Draco was confused, but managed to knock the blade out of his opponent's hand. Draco put the sword to the Death Eater's neck, ready to slit it. The man emitted a low cackle again.
"Draco," said the Death Eater, "you would defend a half-blood against your own father?"
******* It's been a long hard road without you by my side Why weren't you there on the nights we cried? You broke my mother's heart you You broke your children for life It's not okay But we're alright I remember the days where you were a hero in my eyes But those are just a long lost memory of mine. "Emotionless"- Good Charlotte ****** Muhahahahah! Cliffie!
I shall leave you to puzzle about the sword, Hermione's blood, Draco's fight and father, etc until later!
*Cackles*
~Dragonfires