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Welllll. Hi everyone.
Thanks to my two reviewers Hahaha.
This story is actually good, I promise. I have more written and yeaah. It's good okay!
Anyways! Onwards!
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May We Look Ever Forward
Part One: Magic is Might
Chapter Three
"Poor Lorcan," Said Grace, as they sat back down "We should keep an eye on him. Him and his friends are just the kind of kids people like Goyle target because they're quiet. And it doesn't help that his brother Lysander runs around telling stories about Crumple Horned Snorkacks and Nargles."
"My dad says their mum was like that at school; a complete nutter" Put in Hugo
"Their mum is still a nutter," said Al, "Nice. But a nutter."
Scorp shrugged, "What can we do?"
Grace sighed, "Not much. But seriously though, something is going down with the Slytherins. I mean, they're nasty pieces of work at the best of times, but this is getting to be more than that. "
Al nodded his agreement, "That battle at the end of last year was insane. What the hell even triggered it? I'm surprised they haven't all been expelled, I saw the majority of them floating around before"
Hugo ran a hand through his curly brown hair, "Maybe we should have said something more about it to our dads Al. It looks... it looks bad. It looks like how the other Wars began."
Al frowned. He did not want to involve his famous father in his school problems. Being the son of the Boy Who Lived was difficult enough as it was, he didn't need people telling him that he couldn't fight his own battles.
"And what would that have done?" Said Grace, impatient as always, "Worried your parents, brought up old and painful memories, yadda, yadda, yadda. Nah man, bad idea. There's nothing they can do for us that hasn't already been done. They saw what happened; they both came down with the Aurors and the ministry people. The majority of those involved escaped before the teachers could catch them, and those that were caught have been expelled. There's nothing else that can be done. It's horrible, but it's not the beginning of a third war."
"It might be, Grace. That's how Death Eaters start out, you know" Said Scorpius quietly, "They begin life as school bullies, and eventually the playground gets too small for them, and they need more room to stretch their legs. It just takes one weak person who believes their ideas and falls in line with them to start an army."
No one spoke, until Grace gently said, "No one's saying anything about Death Eaters Scorp. The world isn't made up of good people and Death Eaters."
"I know." He replied, but it was said without conviction.
Rose arrived back from patrolling as the others were changing into their Hogwarts robes. The sun was setting as they pulled into Hogsmeade Station. Grace, Al, Scorp, Rose and Hugo clambered into a carriage, waving at Hagrid, who stood amongst the students, looking as vast as ever. They were mostly silent during the trip, all considering the discussion concerning the Slytherins. It left a sour taste in Al's mouth as he remembered the events of the Leaving Feast last year.
An explosion had rung out from outside the Great Hall as the last students were making their way in. And then the screaming had begun. The staff were on their feet, along with many of the students. A group of ten people, dressed in black hooded cloaks, were firing spells around the hall. His cousin Louis had thrown Grace down under the table, attempting to protect her. She's his girlfriend, Al had thought, He's perfectly entitled to be protecting her. But something about it had bothered him. She was his Grace, not Louis'. No matter what delusions Louis was harbouring under. Grace crawled out from under the table, and appeared between Al and Scorp,
"Let's get these clowns," she said, something fierce in her face
People were screaming, things were exploding. Half the teachers were escorting and protecting the students who didn't want to fight out of the great hall, while the other half were aiming to stun and not kill the attackers, something the hooded figures had no thought for. They had captured six people, and were hanging them upside down in the air.
Scorp drew his wand and hissed, "No way. Not again. Not ever, ever again." He ran forward with a war cry, and Grace shot off after him and Al after her.
"Impedimenta!" Grace cried a jet of light streaming from her wand and slamming into the chest of an unsuspecting hooded figure. He fell backwards; his hood fell away, revealing the face of a 7th year Slytherin. Some of the other Slytherins had joined the fray, aiming curses at Al, Scorp and Grace. A jet of green light whizzed past Al's head, the breeze lifting his hair. A 4th year Slytherin was thrown backwards, and he saw Rose standing on Gryffindor table with her wand out, her face alight with fury,
"Get the captives down!" She cried, "Don't let the Slytherins outnumber us! Louis, James, what're you doing? Go help out Fred, he's fighting by himself! Liam, form a line with Lily and Hugo! 5th years, help them! Remember, save the captives, and don't let the Slytherins escape!"
Dennis Longbottom was fighting three of the hooded figures at once, "Reducto!" he cried, his spelling hitting the left-most of the attackers in the face. There was a scream, and a girl being held on the ceiling started to fall. James ran for her, and he caught her and they both tumbled to the ground
"Cover them, Grace!" Roared Rose
"On it!" She called back, leaping in front of them, "James, get that girl out of here!"
"What about Al and Lily?!" He said, "And what about you?! Louis'll kill me if I leave you,"
"Never mind Louis!" She said impatiently, blocking an incoming spell, "Get going!"
With every passing second, the Slytherins were outnumbering those in battle, people were hurt and retreating. The captives were eventually abandoned by the attackers, and not all of them were caught before they hit the ground. The teachers were fighting too, but there weren't enough of them to truly help out. Albus heard Professor McGonagall say to herself at one point, "How I wish Dumbledore was here."
The voice of the headmistress rang out over the din, "All students are to retreat! Ministry officials are on the way! Students are to retreat!"
But Al couldn't make himself do it. He continued duelling with a hooded figure, firing and dodging endless spells. He was tired; his right arm ached where some spell had cut it open. He couldn't see what had happened to Grace or his siblings or Scorp, and Rose had stopped giving directions long ago to join the fight. From nowhere, the hooded figure was hit with a jet of red light, and crumpled to the floor. James had come out of nowhere, "Let's fly, little bro!" He called, pulling him by the arm
"Where is everyone?" Al yelled, running with his brother, "What happened to that girl?"
Before James could answer, a jet of orange light tore at him, leaving him crumpled on the ground, "JAMES!" yelled Al, dropping to his brother, "GET UP JAMES! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
Louis Weasley ran past them dragging Grace along, who was fighting to get away from him "Run, Al!" he called,
"I WONT LEAVE JAMES!" Al roared, drawing his wand and turning to face his adversaries
Louis was impatient, "The ministry is coming! Run! He'll be fine!"
Grace kicked Louis in the shins. He yelped and let her go, "If Al stays, I stay!" She yelled, standing shoulder to shoulder with Albus. Al's heart swelled and he smiled at her.
"You idiots!" He yelled at them, "Fine! Stay then, for all the good it'll do you!"
Grace sighed, her wand raised, "If we die, at least we die together, right?"
"Right." Al managed to choke out, "but no one is dying here."
"Least of all either of you!" Yelled Scorpius, leaping over the remains of the Hufflepuff table, and hitting one of the attackers with a well-aimed bat-bogey hex, "Especially now that I'm here to save you."
They formed a semi-circle around James' crumpled body, "Where the bloody hell have you been Malfoy!?" Grace yelled, "I've been worried sick,"
"I've been protecting your boyfriend's pretty face!" He called back, laughing, "Just made sure there was something left for you to kiss when this was all said and done,"
"Let's just get this all said and done first before we worry about what she'll be kissing!" Said Al, his wand a blur of speed, "Where is Rose?"
"Protecting some first-years they had cornered!" Said Scorp, "She waved me on to you guys, the idiot. Shot a hex at me when I tried to help."
Grace laughed, "That's our Rosie." She cast a shield charm just in time to stop a hex. She aimed her wand at the remains of the Hufflepuff table, and threw it at the attacks. Before they could raise their wands, she yelled, "DURO!" And the table turned to stone, hitting a few of the attackers with immense force.
"Nice shot!" The boys said together.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, ministry officials and Aurors dressed in red and gold cloaks joined the fray, scattering the attackers. One of the hooded figures stood tall on a table, his face unmasked. His features were blurred in Al's memory, impossible to define or recreate, and he called out a spell and there was a flash of blinding light. Everyone screamed, trying to hide their eyes, but nothing helped, the light penetrated whatever covers were used.