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Blue eyes were wide and in discreet terror as they watched Tonks jump inside the castle; Fleur's brain had somehow shut down for a few seconds as those dreadful words pierced her thoughts.
Oh God…no, please…
She gazed at Tonks with a small grimace as the Metamorphmagus organized a barricade with the few blocks of stone that might help them in some way; Fleur wanted to punch Tonks, did she really think that a few rocks would stop the giants from coming in? As huge as those stones may be, they were just pebbles to those immense creatures.
Fleur's eyes streamed a few silent tears as she stood behind Tonks, staring at her dusty robed-back with an expression of despair and uncertainty as the pink-haired girl charmed a large slab of grey stone into the air and rammed it against a door with a flick of her wand.
"We're going to die" the words were out of her mouth before she could formulate what she was going to say. Everyone inside the Great Hall turned away from what they were doing to look at her; Fleur narrowed her eyes in confusion and stared at a nonplussed Tonks.
"No, we're not" Tonks replied with a shake of her disheveled head, the pink strands waving wildly as she did, coming to rest in spiky shapes that covered her right eye as she faced the blonde girl.
Fleur's hand itched to pull at the strands, wantingto be closer to the older girl; her eyes were focused on the few colorful hairs that covered that pale and tired face.
She probably 'asn't slept een days…
"I know zhat…" Fleur blurted with a dry whisper as she raised a shaky hand to wipe away her tears, only to find that they had already dried.
Prying her eyes from Tonks, Fleur bit her lower lip and blinked slowly, her eyes felt dry and sandy, as if she had spent a whole day in a desert.
I'm not going to die; I'm a fighter…why am I so scared?
I was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament…I'm not a coward…
A growl invaded the Hall, rattling the loose stones that had not fallen from the walls and making their legs tremble. Nobody moved a muscle, no one made a sound; their eyes and ears were concentrated, hands clutching wands and feet firmly planted.
Ten few feet behind Fleur, a tall red-headed boy and a bushy haired girl held hands in determination, their eyes were wide but if they were scared, it was the last thing that anyone would've guessed.
"Tonks…"
Tonks turned from her position in front of the main doors; her eyes rested on Fleur, the girl had whispered her name in worry. Tonks's mouth shifted into an uncomfortable smile as her face stung with pain, her wounds were still very tender as she attempted a grin.
"Just try to avoid their feet and we'll be alright" Tonks muttered with a slight chuckle, trying to find the humour, her eyes betrayed her; the Metamorphmagus's heart was beating hard as she looked into Fleur's face.
We'll be alright, Fleur…you'll be alright.
With a quick stride, Tonks stepped beside Fleur and passed an arm around the younger girl's small shoulders, giving her a hug. She closed her eyes as the younger girl crept closer and clung to her waist with a tight hold; Fleur rested her head on Tonks's shoulder with a smile,but shebacked away after a sharp intake of breath from the Metamorphmagus.
"What?" Fleur looked up at Tonks, eyes narrowed into blue-ish gleams as she stared at the wincing girl. "Are you 'urt?"
Yeah…but it's not what you think it is…
"No…it's nothing, just a scratch…we better stay away from these doors, wouldn't want anyone killed before we get a chance to attack"
It was hard for Tonks, pulling away from Fleur was the last thing in the world she'd ever do, but she was being selfish…only caring about Fleur when teenagers were risking their lives, after all, she was the only Auror downstairs, it was her duty to protect them at all costs. Her arm recoiled slowly, taking in as much of Fleur's body as she could, Tonks took a few steps away from the girl.
Another growl, stronger this time, sent waves of shaking ground under their feet as the wooden doors began to tremble violently. It filled their ears in painful drumming and attacked their tired heads with blinding aches. Dust began to rain from above, result of the quickening loose stones that had been blasted by spells from the previous battle, if they weren't careful it could be more than just dust that fell on their heads.
With a silent nod, Tonks led the weary group to a small chamber behind the High Table; it was the same room where the Triwizard Champions had walked into after having their names expelled from the Goblet of Fire. The fire was out, leaving only cold embers and grey fleeting shadows from the dimming magic candles on the Great Hall.
The sound was increasing and the walls shook harder than ever, they could hear the rattling of stones they had propped up against the doors.
"What about the Death Eaters?" Ron whispered from the other side of the room, his face was barely visible as he leaned into a wall.
"Nothing we can do about it" Tonks answered, she was crouched low beside the door with her face pressed against the stone, "the giants'll probably take care of 'em before they find us"
"So, we're just leaving them there?" a high shrill voice demanded, a second later Hermione stepped forward and her attitude was so menacing Tonks looked back from her spot.
"Of course…what would you have me do? Strap them on my back and carry them around while trying to dodge 20-tons of muscle?"
"We can't just leave them…they'll be killed!" Hermione was raising her hands into fists as she said this, her face was angry and scrunched into a grimace.
Tonks shook her head and sighed with a frown. "I'm sorry Hermione, but it's either them or…" her voice trailed into silence as a sudden explosion of sound and quakes attacked the first floor, it was if the whole castles had been rammed by a giant fist.
"Shit!" Tonks cried out and covered her face with her arms as a large cloud of brown dust filled her eyes andmade its way across the Great Hall towards them, trapping everything it passed into a dusty nothingness.
"Look out!"
The cloud hit them hard, sending them back against the opposite wall in a painful crash; many of them had breathed in the brown contents and were now staggering in vain attempts to catch their breaths as their limbs twitched.
Tonks found her body sprawled against a corner; her back had taken the worst as she tried to push herself into shaky legs. Shaking her head, trying to rid her hair of the heavy dust she called out."Is everyone alright? They must've blasted the whole wall…"
She had been lucky; her lungs were not filled with much dust as Dennis Creevey's, the young boy had fallen to his knees in pain, clutching his chest, he was hidden from view as the dust filled the entire room. No one noticed when he finally died, curled beside the chimney with a frightened look in his eyes; they could only hear his low grunts as they stumbled blindly into positions.
Fleur bumped into a body, her eyes had been spared from the cloud and she had managed to cover her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her robe, but she couldn't make out who it was. She raised her head and felt a something soft pressed against her cheek; a small cry met hers as she raised her hand and touched a face.
The blonde knew it was Tonks before her hand traced the delicate jaw line with a slow stroke, who else made her mind go blank and her blood boil with emotion?
It was impossible to see, but Fleur knew it was her; she had memorized the Metamorphmagus's face and had traced it inside her mind countless times.
Her thin fingers danced on Tonks's face and Fleur smiled, the older girl wasn't pulling away from her. Their faces were so close it was hard not to feel nervous as the blonde changed course and caressed Tonks's neck; landing on her shoulder, Fleur's hand pulled Tonks into her body and kissed her fiercely.
We're in the middle of a war…why am I doing this?
Fleur's other arms was making its way towards the Metamorphmagus's waist and her heart beat faster when Tonks began to run fingers through her blond hair while returning the kiss with similar passion, pushing against Fleur's body.
Her mind was racing, she was making out with Fleur inside a room full of teenagers! Lucky for them, the room was so full of dust it was hard to see to the other side of the room, where Fleur was now being pinned against the wall.
This would be a good lesson for Auror training…
Tonks's lips trailed Fleur's neck with avid kisses as she lifted the girl's hands and pressed them firmly to the wall behind the French girl's head, trapping them under her own, their fingers entwined and held tightly.
A soft moan rewarded Tonks as she inched closer to Fleur's body, kissing her lips again with a soft motion. The blonde girl lowered her hands and circled eager arms around Tonks's waist, pulling the Metamorphmagus into a deeper kiss.
"Oi!" a loud voice made the pair pull away, had someone witnessed their session?
No, if any, it was darker than before, not even a small light could be seen; and apparently, Lumos hadn't been able to make a way through the oppressing darkness, Hermione had made sure of that as she flicked her wand and muttered a vast collection of spells.
Suddenly, a multitude of howls filled the room, though it seemed as if they came from outside their shelter; the screams pierced the darkness in terrible agony, words that were too strained to be understood were howled as louder growls flooded the shrill voices.
Ron, who was closer to the door, was huddled against the wall and leaning his head sideways in an attempt to make out the words.
"They're eating the Death Eaters….they're eating them alive"