The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair
Disclaimer: JK own them. And JRR Tolkien owns Mithril.
Author's Note: Here we are! Next chapter we'll have war! Yes! And yes, I also couldn't help but write the mithril reference. For further info on mithril review.
HARRY
The silver mail weighted on his shoulders even if, in truth, it weighted nothing. Mithril usually doesn't, they told him. Such an ancient armor… Gryffindor wore it, they told him. His sword hang in Harry's waist and it also weighted too much. Together they weighted all Wizarding World's hope.
It was heavy as hell.
Harry knew that by morning the bloody bastard would be knocking on Hogwarts' gates with all Death Eaters he could gather.
He knew Draco would be there. And so would Severus.
He knew things would be rash and cruel and nightmarish… But he had to firm. They had only one chance. ONE SHOT.
They had bet all they had in this one battle, they could not afford to lose. He could not waver even if he was scared as hell, even if he found the charge too heavy. Even if he feared for Draco and Sirius and Ron and Hermione and the Weasleys and Remus and Severus… He had to be the leader. He had to keep his cool. He had argued so with Dumbledore for this position he hated. This position that had been thrown at him with Voldemort's curse, with Gryffindor Sword, with Tralawney's prophecy… He knew Dumbledore had wanted to protect him. But there was no other to do the Wizarding World's dirty work. So it had to be him. And he would do it.
Maybe then… Just maybe. One could never help hoping…
He would be free.