Broke, Just a Little Bit
Prompt: An earlier one-shot I wrote about the final battle. Yep, even my own writing inspires me. XD
Disclaimer: A girl walks up,"I don't own Harry Potter." The ghost of her great-grandfather floats in,"Don't tell anyone." "Why not?" "'Cause then they'll know."
Spells whizzed by, missing them by millimeters. They were in their element; they had been trained for this. They twisted, turned, dived, and dodged. If one of their own fell, there were two more just waiting to avenge their fallen friend.
One by one their opponents fell or fled. Luna dodged a killing curse. Neville ducked around a corner, and Cruciatus fizzled on the wall where he had been barely a moment before. The Creevey brothers fought back to back.
Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe fought with every spell, and being Ravenclaws, they knew a lot. Fred and George found some rather… interesting uses for their products. And all the while, they knew it was their duty to protect their school, their home.
They were the DA, and they fought for freedom and equality.
But still, with every casualty their hearts broke, just a little bit.