well Lunacup made a get to how old i was which he or she guessed 17
im not 17 i'm younger than 17
i dont own HP or anything Hp related
i think i should change the rating to M soon
say whether or not i should change the ratingbecause i have no clue.


George finished adjusting the bolts in the tank they had been building for a test.
They would arm it with shielding charms and haste spells, to see if it stood a chance against the Death Eaters.

He had been working on it for the past few months and it was, in his eyes, a work of art. Gently running a hand over the cold metal of the tank's shell, he gave it one fond swipe with the rag he had wrapped round his hand.
He took a few steps back and admired his work.
"Ow! Fuck!" Fred swore. George turned around to tell him off.
That was when the firing started.


Fred was drug away coughing. The old warehouse where he, George and numerous faceless others had been working was in flames.
As he struggled to free himself from his bonds he came to a realisation.
What if George was dead?
Choking back a forlorn cry he started reaching for the knife he kept hidden in his left boot.
Just as he felt the steel of the blade which would set him free he felt a blunt object hit his head, hard.

"What about that other one?"

"He's probably dead, let's move!"

'He's dead…' Fred thought sadly before blacking out.


Flying into the night with curses closely following him he performed his famous Wronski Feint.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters had moved into Bulgaria through the sea. They had appeared like a swarming mass.

The Dementors.

Voldemort had sent his Dementors.
The ghost like creatures with their black hoods had glided across the Black Sea with an unnatural grace.
Nothing was graceful about their murderous nature though.

Viktor Krum flew down at breakneck speed with the Dementors hot on his trail. Speeding through the masses of his people who were quickly becoming mere fragments of people who once lived, he tore towards the ocean.

He quickly glanced behind and saw the Dementors.
Viktor was on a mission.
He could see the faint glow of the rising sun in the horizon.
They had been fighting all night long.

Finally reaching a clear area of sky he tried to remember the happiest moments of his life.

The one memory which struck a chord in his mind was when his team had won the Quidditch World Cup.
Shining sparkles of enchanted glitter showered the winning team. They were all laughing and eager to hold the golden cup for just a moment.
Grinning and giving each other claps on the back they raised the cup into the air to the cheering crowd.
The glitter was obscuring his view, but he didn't care. He had finally achieved it. What he had been working towards for all of professional career as an international Quidditch player.

Closing his eyes.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A giant eagle soared forth from the wand and flew across the ocean. The force of the spell flipped the Death Eater ships over.
Viktorglared angrily at the Death Eaters floundering in the ocean who had expected the Dementors to do all the dirty work.
More than half of his people were now soulless due to the hooded devils.

Viktor watched with a grim smile as he watched the eagle soar and ward off the Dementors.

He turned to glance at the sunrise.

It was a new day, new life.