Learning to Live
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Dust
Not much to say... Warning thought: character death in this chapter. *crosses fingers* please don\'t hurt me?
Chapter 13: Dust
Albus Dumbledore sat up with a start. He had fallen asleep at his desk again. He could feel Darkness inside the wards. Of course he had felt that since the beginning of the siege, but this was a new Dark...
And then the old wizard felt something he had never hoped to feel again. Harry was inside the school! The wards recognized him. He shot up from his desk and nearly flew down to the dungeons, but too late. He stumbled to a halt, his knees popping with old age. Harry was gone again...
But still, he smiled and called a school wide alert. In his devious mind, the Seer in him knew that now was the time for the Final Confrontation. He went to prepare the remainder of his forces.
***
Harry pulled Draco to him, positioning the boy’s back to be flush with his chest. They were almost the same height. Harry stepped forward, his wand at the blond’s pale throat. The Gateway closed behind him.
“Tom... Look what I have.” Harry stepped out of the shadows, his voice sing-song with subtle taunting. The reptilian face swung to him, red eyes bulging with shock.
His voiced hissed out, “Potter.” He gestured at his minions to mob the young boy, but for some reason, they couldn’t move. He gestured angrily. “Go get him.”
“Oh, poor Tommy, his minions are frozen in place and he doesn’t know what to do. Look Tom, I have your spy here. All I want from you in exchange is... well, I shouldn’t say it out here so everyone can hear it.” He grinned evilly, looking for all the world like a younger version of the Dark Lord.
It was then that a peculiar scent played in his nostrils. It was almost familiar... He buried his nose in Draco’s hair, hoping to drown it out, but it only got stronger. The boy in his arms gasped and shuddered. Harry remained oblivious to the havoc he wrought in the Slytherin. ‘So familiar... What is it? Pine trees and snow... Oh God above, she’s here.’ Harry’s arms tightened around his captive. Draco gasped aloud as Harry’s wand dug deeper into his neck. ‘But, it’s coming from Malfoy... No. Oh God, no.’
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Harry whispered in the blond’s ear, his breath ghosting across his cheek. “You were in my room. You asked me not to die. You told me that you loved me. Do you still?” Harry was slightly shocked, yet not. In the back of his mind, in the depth of his soul, he had always wondered about the source of his passion about Draco. A razor’s edge was all that separated love and hate.
“Yes.” A softly whispered hiss was all it took to shake Harry’s world.
He shoved the boy away from him, letting Draco fall where he would. He hid everything behind a bland mask. “Come, Tom. You have your spy back. Now I get what I want: a chance to kill you without your pets interfering. Do they know that when you die, the Mark they bear will drag them into death with you? Did you ever tell them that? Oh yes, ever since I disappeared, I have done my homework. Time for the final exam. “ The Battle began.
It was a terrific sight to behold. The frozen Death Eaters were a captivated audience. Harry threw spell after spell, curse after curse, hex after hex. He clearly dominated the fight. Voldemort managed to throw a few back, but Harry blocked them with ease. Slowly, Voldemort was being worn down. Every spell Harry wrought was lethal, and the Dark Lord was forced to dodge or block them all. Sweat began to trickle down his snake-like face, drip into his blood red eyes. Harry was grinning through his own mask of exertion, his hands clenched at his side. He was working wandlessly, and that tripled the effort.
Fighting and screams could be heard in the distance, but neither combatant paid it any mind. Lights and magics flared up into the sky, lighting the predawn world. Draco too, had been awed by the sight of so much power on display, and had lain motionless where he had been discarded.
Seeing Harry single handedly battle the most feared man living, Draco was shamed. He had tried to protect himself by playing both sides, though his heart had always been with Harry. He stood slowly, trying not to distract either of the fighters. He approached behind Harry, and laid his hand on the wizard’s shoulder. Draco poured the raw power of his magic into Harry.
It was like a surge of arctic wind in the middle of a Louisianan swamp. Harry threw one final curse, the Killing Curse, with every drop of power he held, borrowed and rightful. The green light surrounded him and flew to it’s target, searing the air and charing everything to dust in it’s wake. It hit the Dark Lord like a freight train. ‘Splat’ and he was gone. You don’t play tag with freight trains.
The two boys and every single Death Eater who bore the Dark Mark fell to the earth. Dumbledore and the Warriors of the Light made their way to ground zero, taking in Harry, Draco and the Big Pile of Dust.
“Does anybody have a broom and dustpan?”
Please review, I live for them.
Chapter 13: Dust
Albus Dumbledore sat up with a start. He had fallen asleep at his desk again. He could feel Darkness inside the wards. Of course he had felt that since the beginning of the siege, but this was a new Dark...
And then the old wizard felt something he had never hoped to feel again. Harry was inside the school! The wards recognized him. He shot up from his desk and nearly flew down to the dungeons, but too late. He stumbled to a halt, his knees popping with old age. Harry was gone again...
But still, he smiled and called a school wide alert. In his devious mind, the Seer in him knew that now was the time for the Final Confrontation. He went to prepare the remainder of his forces.
***
Harry pulled Draco to him, positioning the boy’s back to be flush with his chest. They were almost the same height. Harry stepped forward, his wand at the blond’s pale throat. The Gateway closed behind him.
“Tom... Look what I have.” Harry stepped out of the shadows, his voice sing-song with subtle taunting. The reptilian face swung to him, red eyes bulging with shock.
His voiced hissed out, “Potter.” He gestured at his minions to mob the young boy, but for some reason, they couldn’t move. He gestured angrily. “Go get him.”
“Oh, poor Tommy, his minions are frozen in place and he doesn’t know what to do. Look Tom, I have your spy here. All I want from you in exchange is... well, I shouldn’t say it out here so everyone can hear it.” He grinned evilly, looking for all the world like a younger version of the Dark Lord.
It was then that a peculiar scent played in his nostrils. It was almost familiar... He buried his nose in Draco’s hair, hoping to drown it out, but it only got stronger. The boy in his arms gasped and shuddered. Harry remained oblivious to the havoc he wrought in the Slytherin. ‘So familiar... What is it? Pine trees and snow... Oh God above, she’s here.’ Harry’s arms tightened around his captive. Draco gasped aloud as Harry’s wand dug deeper into his neck. ‘But, it’s coming from Malfoy... No. Oh God, no.’
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Harry whispered in the blond’s ear, his breath ghosting across his cheek. “You were in my room. You asked me not to die. You told me that you loved me. Do you still?” Harry was slightly shocked, yet not. In the back of his mind, in the depth of his soul, he had always wondered about the source of his passion about Draco. A razor’s edge was all that separated love and hate.
“Yes.” A softly whispered hiss was all it took to shake Harry’s world.
He shoved the boy away from him, letting Draco fall where he would. He hid everything behind a bland mask. “Come, Tom. You have your spy back. Now I get what I want: a chance to kill you without your pets interfering. Do they know that when you die, the Mark they bear will drag them into death with you? Did you ever tell them that? Oh yes, ever since I disappeared, I have done my homework. Time for the final exam. “ The Battle began.
It was a terrific sight to behold. The frozen Death Eaters were a captivated audience. Harry threw spell after spell, curse after curse, hex after hex. He clearly dominated the fight. Voldemort managed to throw a few back, but Harry blocked them with ease. Slowly, Voldemort was being worn down. Every spell Harry wrought was lethal, and the Dark Lord was forced to dodge or block them all. Sweat began to trickle down his snake-like face, drip into his blood red eyes. Harry was grinning through his own mask of exertion, his hands clenched at his side. He was working wandlessly, and that tripled the effort.
Fighting and screams could be heard in the distance, but neither combatant paid it any mind. Lights and magics flared up into the sky, lighting the predawn world. Draco too, had been awed by the sight of so much power on display, and had lain motionless where he had been discarded.
Seeing Harry single handedly battle the most feared man living, Draco was shamed. He had tried to protect himself by playing both sides, though his heart had always been with Harry. He stood slowly, trying not to distract either of the fighters. He approached behind Harry, and laid his hand on the wizard’s shoulder. Draco poured the raw power of his magic into Harry.
It was like a surge of arctic wind in the middle of a Louisianan swamp. Harry threw one final curse, the Killing Curse, with every drop of power he held, borrowed and rightful. The green light surrounded him and flew to it’s target, searing the air and charing everything to dust in it’s wake. It hit the Dark Lord like a freight train. ‘Splat’ and he was gone. You don’t play tag with freight trains.
The two boys and every single Death Eater who bore the Dark Mark fell to the earth. Dumbledore and the Warriors of the Light made their way to ground zero, taking in Harry, Draco and the Big Pile of Dust.
“Does anybody have a broom and dustpan?”
Please review, I live for them.