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Who: Harry, Draco, Pansy and/or Snape, maybe eventually Voldemort....
What: Central 'battle' thread - feel free to start your own individual ones in pairs or small groups: eg. Ron and Hermione, Justin and Hannah.
When: The final day

The DA were in position, surrounding the house that no one could see. The Death Eaters had nowhere to run except for the sea. Assuming they'd be running, of course.

The diadem was destroyed. That left two Horcruxes, and Harry only knew what one of them was - even that wasn't for sure. The best he could hope for was to blast Voldemort out of his current body to buy him time to find the last Horcrux. He glanced over at Draco, who looked more miserable than Harry had ever seen him. All attempts to try and convince him he wasn't going to die had fallen flat. Harry thought it was distinctly unhelpful.

He couldn't see the other DA members, but they were there, encircling the castle. Everyone had their assignments, their positions. If they were really, really lucky, everyone might not die.

"Here goes," he whispered. He drew his wand and touched it to the fake Galleon he held in his hand. It was the signal.
  • Hexes flew everywhere, and Pansy was certain she didn't want to be here. All though Voldemort had pretty much to either go or to face the consequences with her life and her family's Pansy didn't know what was left of life and family to protect. Her father was dead, so was her cousin, the Ministry was flying attempts to lock them out of their fortune and run them out of their house by claiming investigations of dark magic. Her grandmother was ill, and her mother was on the edge of insanity Pansy had a right mind to gather their belongings and escape in exile to somewhere like Spain. Alas, the night before Snape had come in a burst to her house, on orders from Voldemort.

    "Planning on going anywhere Miss Parkinson?"

    Any attempts to explain were futile and she was informed of orders through Snape of Voldemort. She was to inform the former Slytherins also and while some of them had been positioned on the outskirts of the battle in case of need. She wasn't. She was to find Draco and kill him just as her orders were.

    Her robes were stuffy, the mask over her face made it hard for her to breath, she found herself gasping for breath with every step she took, and wherever she stepped Snape wasn't too far off.

    Severus had an agenda of his own; he wasn't going to die for this stupid girl, and her idea of romance. She would die first before his life was on the line. She would take care of it; she was the one that had the deed of killing off the boy not him. It wasn't he who had the responsibility.

    Snape growled, there was no need for masks but the girl didn't want anyone to see the wounds that were on her face. As another figure joined them Snape glared at the boy and furrowed his brow.

    "This isn't your position!" He snapped but the gangly boy just ignored him.

    "You have backup Parkinson; don't make me die for you." Nott said as Pansy seemed about to faint as she stepped forward with shaking hands. Pansy leaped forward as Nott shouted hexes at others that flew close to her but quickly failed behind.

    As she saw him be stuck behind with two Order (or Death Eaters) she gasped and shouted something but a quick appearance of Snape behind her made her continue forward.

    “Is your own doing now, Miss Parkinson make the dead of your deceased father count for something.” He said and Pansy glared at him.

    “Father died to find me, and died in the process.” She replied harshly and shoved the man away. She removed her mask and hood and stepped forward; even with the articles of clothing gone it was still difficult to breathe.

    "Find Potter, Malfoy shouldn't be too far off." Severus said as he shielded a hex. "No tries of escaping this time Parkinson I shall be responsible for taking care of you if you do."
  • (OOC: Argh! Just moved house, guys, hence very limited internet access. May not get it at my flat for another week. But I'll try to pop in here through internet cafes or whatever whenever I'm able.)

    Draco had almost gotten used to his wounded hand now. It was likely to be a permanent thing, and though in the past he'd been vain enough about his appearance to consider every blemish an unmitigated disaster, these days he had more important things on his mind. Like the feeling he was going to die. That one was a lot harder to shake off than the occassional spasm of pain in his right hand.

    He stood side by side with Harry. It had been the Gryffindor's suggestion. Draco got the feeling he felt in some small way protective of him, perhaps because of what had happened not twenty-four hours earlier. Draco didn't like the idea of needing protection, but he kept close to Harry anyway. The Boy Who Lived Despite His Own Best Efforts was clearly going to get himself into some kind of trouble and Draco wanted to be there to save his hide, to pay him back, to even the score.

    "House of Malfoy," Draco declared to himself in little more than a whisper, "House of Black, tonight I fight for you. May I make my ancestors proud. And if I live to see the dawn, that wouldn't be so bad either."
    • (ooc: oh, bless his little heart. <3)

      Harry watched as the attackers on either side surged forward, feeling a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach as the first fighter was shot down by the defenders. "Let's go," he muttered, unable to watch any longer. He and Draco had planned to enter by stealth in the hope that Voldemort would be too distracted by the full-scale attack to notice Harry's presence until it was too late.
      • (ooc: Hey no problem the only way I'm getting internet at the moment is at college so yeah...>_>)

        Pansy ran along, under the constant supervision of Snape. She had tried to turn away a few times all ready but found it impossible to concentrate enough to apparate out of here. She unbuttoned the first button of her high neck robe in order to find it easier to breathe, yet once again failed miserably.

        Hexes flew everywhere and she saw as people felt either unconscious or to their dead she didn't know, and she really didn't want to know either. More people jumped into battle, apparently most sides were loosing same amount of people and ordering backup to appear. As someone through a hex at her Pansy waved her wand to create a shield only to look up as the hex bounced off from it.

        "Pansy! I didn't know that was you!" The voice of Millicent met her ears and the big girl help the shortest one up and stood by her side.

        "Go, aid the other ones I need to find Malfoy."

        The tall girl looked confused but quickly ran out.

        "There's one of the students!" She heard a manic voice say as a hex flew few inches away from her cheek. "You bloody idiot I'm on your side!" She yelled out as she ran for cover.

        Maybe she could still make it, maybe she could run away....

        she darted for the nearest area away from battle and that's where she saw them. Breathing hard, as sweat sting her wound on her eye she grabbed a firm grip of her wand.

        "Pansy!" Another voice said as another shield was brought up around her.

        "I see them Nott!" She shouted but remained glued to the spot as she secretly wished that neither one of the boys had seen her.
        • Draco slowly crept up the hill, Harry at his side, employing the woods as cover as much as possible. By now Jonathan and Smith would have reached the house, provided they weren't already dead, and hopefully the deception would last long enough for the real deal to get inside unnoticed. Partly Draco regretted not being out there in the throng, throwing hexes every which way. Another part of him knew that the closer he got to Voldemort the closer he was likely to be to Snape - and that's where he really wanted to be.

          It was a terribly noisy battle, the hiss and crackle of spells counterpointing the shouts and screaming of their casters. But even over all this tumult the voice was unmistakeable. Pansy... Immediately Draco spun 'round, crouched down and pointed his wand in the direction he was sure he'd heard her calling from. But all he could see was darkness.
          • As Pansy continued in her attempts to escape and remain unnoticed she kept and eye on the two boys. Immediately she knew she had been spotted. She heard a rustle and a wisp as someone turned around and she blinked a couple of times before she could realize who the figure was. She ran further into the darkness for cover. If Potter was on his side she would be surely dead.

            They had spotted her, and not them HE. She took a deep breath as she saw a spell swizzle over her shoulder and towards Draco. She immediately made a shield and the spell bounced off.

            "He's mine..." She hissed at the person that had attempted to protect her and with a shaky hand she raised her wand. "But!" The voice of a Slytherin came and Pansy glared at him. "Mine." She shouted and the Slytherin scurried off.

            As she aimed her wand and stepped backwards Pansy's mind grew blank. She didn't know what spell to use. This image had played in her mind a thousand times, and all of them weren't as cruel as the scene she was living. She looked for her voice but only found gasps; sweat was dripping down her brow and into her eyes and her injured one sting like she had never felt before.

            "Bring your wand up Draco no one can save us." She said as she looked through the darkness.
            • Harry squinted through the mayhem. "She's blocking the way," he growled at Draco. He could hear Jonathan yelling on the other side of the house in his, Harry's, voice. "We don't have time..."
              • Draco's wand hand was shaking. There was no doubt about it now, that was his Pansy up there, in the robes of a Death Eater. Merlin's shade, that it should have to come to this...

                "I'll take care of her," he whispered to Harry, his knuckles growing pale as he clutched his wand as tightly as he could manage. The prince of Slytherin blinked away a tear. He took a deep breath, and rose to his feet.

                "I'm not asking to be saved. Let's end this, Pansy."
                • Memories were coming back to her, of younger years, of the Yule Ball; of the summer days spend at her grandmother's house...Pansy shook her head from side to side. That was over, it was the past this was the present and it was either her or Draco.

                  She swallowed and pushed hair away from her face. "That is what it seems to be is it not? Why running off with Potter." She was trying to speak out of spite. She was trying to get spells to shoot at him but only sparks flew out of her wand as she pointed it to Draco.

                  "Is either you or me Draco, he'll kill me and my family if I do not." She said, maybe to try to convince herself as she swished her wand but only a weak spell shot out into the sky.
                  • Draco waved her hex away with an ease that surprised even himself. Pansy was better than this, he knew that for a fact. She was one of the most ingenious witches of their year. Then why...

                    She didn't want to hurt him. And he didn't want to hurt her either, but the only way to Voldemort, the only way to end this all, was through her.

                    "Stupefy," he said, a terrible lack of conviction in his voice.
                    • The spell hit her right in the chest, yet it only took a couple of seconds for it to be done. Standing up from the ground Pansy walked to Draco her wand still ready.

                      "Why did you do this?" She whispered, as she neared him. Only a few feet away she stepped back and shook her head. She touched her face and was reminded of her wounds. This was enough o bring her wand back up and point it at his chest.

                      "Ava-" The words choked in her mouth. She couldn't do it, she couldn't kill someone. She wasn't a killer, she wasn't even a warrior and she really didn't know what she was doing here.
                      • Harry stepped forward, having only time to register the first syllable coming out of Parkinson's mouth. "Acibio!"

                        It was the same spell he'd used on Draco during the duel, a whole year before, and it was just as effected. The girl slammed back into the wall with a sickening thud, and fell to the ground.

                        "Come on," he said to Draco, tightening his grip on his wand.
                        • Draco faced Pansy, his wand pointed at her breast, shaking, like her unable to utter a hex, unable to do anything else but stare at the other. He had loved her... He loved her still...

                          And then she went flying backwards in an arc that could almost be described as graceful. As she fell the dark robes of the Death Eaters draped themselves around her, as if they were a blanket. Or a shroud.

                          For a brief moment Draco just stood there and stared.


                          Then he ran to her, dropped to the ground beside her, cradled her head in his lap, like she'd done to him so many times before. But her eyes were closed. She did not appear to be breathing. Draco brushed her hair away from her face. She seemed cold to the touch. Draco howled in anguish.

                          And then he looked up at Harry. His eyes blazed with a cold blue fire.

                          • Harry took a stumbling step back. The look in Draco's eyes was pure murder. "Draco, I..."
                            • Pansy had never thought of how exactly it felt to die. It was weird really, it was as if her limbs had just decided to stop working and air wasn't going through her system and all of the sudden she felt a gentle touch in her face and her eyes opened briefly. She swallowed and with difficulty breathed.

                              "Who was it?" She said briefly as she looked at Potter and then rolled her eyes. "I would have much rather died by your wand." She said quietly as she flinched and then rubbed her face slightly against Draco.

                              "Professor Snape is out there...he will not like the fact that I..." Another pause as she breathed slowly. "What bloody spell was used anyways? I thought you people did not shoot to kill?"

                              Her eyes closed briefly and she bit her lip. "Do fly orange sparks that is how the other Slytherins will find me."
                              • Draco raised his wand. He felt the words of the Killing Curse coming easily to his lips. Die, Harry Potter...

                                But then Pansy stirred, and all else was forgotten. He heard her murmur something, pressed himself close to her lips, his tears rolling freely down his cheeks, ignored. She was alive... And she would stay that way...

                                "Shhh," he whispered soothingly, "I'm going to take care of you."
                                • Harry stared - he couldn't imagine how anyone could still be awake after that - the sound of it...

                                  "Draco, we don't have time for this," he warned.
                                  • The girl flinched slightly as she attempted to move. "In the middle of a battlefield..." She commented to Draco's words and rolled her eyes. Her insides hurt, her mind hurt, for once she wished she was dead it could be a nice change of pace...

                                    As she heard Potter's words she closed her eyes. "The only way I will not get killed if is you get to the Dark Lord. He will kill me when he finds out I...couldn't." She paused and flinched again. "For goodness sake Draco!" She said and ran her thumbs over his tear stained cheeks. "It is a war, fatalities are just a number." She took another pause.

                                    "My family is in ruins I would welcome the change of dead." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Fly orange sparks Theodore Nott is on the look out for me in case something happens." Her body ached so much. She just wanted to sleep. Sleep in the middle of the battlefield it sounded like a welcoming idea...

                                    She closed her eyes and with one last breath just felt stiff.
                                    • Draco was silent for the longest time, still cradling her lifeless body in his arms. How could he ever have left her? How could he ever have let it come to this? If he could turn back time, if he could give his own life in her stead, he'd do so gladly and without a moment's hesitation.

                                      But it was not to be. He was the one still standing. And he would honour her request, even if it proved to be her last one. Gently laying Pansy's head down on the grass, Draco rose and lifted his wand skywards. A cloud of bright orange sparks exploded from the tip.

                                      "Now, let's go kill those bastards," Draco told Harry, advancing upon him. "And if she no longer breathes when we return, I'll kill you next."
                                      • "Fine," Harry said, managing not to sound too hurt. He had just saved Draco's life again, hadn't he? It wasn't like Draco and Pansy hadn't ever almost killed his girlfriend.

                                        There was a roar of anger from beyond, and Harry realised the trick must have been uncovered. "Shit. Come on, we have to find Nagini."
                                        • Draco nodded and followed Harry up the hill, his wand tingling in his hand. It could feel the rush of magic all around it. And it knew it would soon get to share in it as well. This was the endgame.
                                          • They found a back entrance guarded by two Death Eaters, but it was the work of a moment to force their way through. Hary felt a rush of confidence - if it was this easy, after Draco's lessons, he could actually do this!

                                            "Which way?" he asked, once they were in the darkened corridor, the sounds of battle filtering through the walls and door.
                                            • Draco closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall every detail of his time spent in the house.

                                              "Down here," he said after a moment, pointing down a gloomy corridor, "then up some stairs and to the right. That's Nagini's room. Wormtail's constantly feeding her rats and...other things."
                                              • "She'll be protected," Harry thought out loud as they moved. "He knows we know about the Horcurxes."
                                                • "That's what I'm hoping for," Draco muttered, gripping his wand tightly, a strange half-smile on his lips. In an ideal world Snape would be there.
                                                  • "You have an odd way of looking at things," Harry told him, mentally reviewing every single unwarding spell he knew.
                                                    • They reached the door in question, and Draco's movements became slow and careful. With a swish of his wand he checked for traps on the doorknob. There were two, that he could tell, and he dispelled them both. Now he stood ready to pull the door open, and nodded at Harry.
                                                      • Harry nodded. "Here goes."
                                                        • Severus watched from a window and had seen the orange sparks fly off. The girls had failed, he let out a growl of indignation and as he heard the door open he hid in the shadows. He rose his wand prepared for anything but instead of the boys a woman stood in front of him.

                                                          The only woman he ever cared for.

                                                          "What are you doing here?" He said in one quick breath and the woman just stood there, tall and elegant as always.

                                                          "My son is out there Severus." She said with her hands in that little gesture that it always was when she was hoping to strike a bargain.

                                                          "He got himself into this."

                                                          "You can get him out of it!"

                                                          Severus then heard the door click as the protection fell from the doorknob. He gritted his teeth and force the woman to hide behind one of the pillars.

                                                          "Once more taking tasks far too superior for yourself."
                                                          • Draco threw open the door and followed on Harry's heels as the Gryffindor rushed into the room. Nagini wasn't there, at least not that he could currently see. But there was someone else there, and the sight of him made Draco smile cruelly. "Hello professor," he said, stretching out his arm and casting a silent disarming hex.
                                                            • (ooc: I apologize for my late respond I couldn't get to the school wireless this weekend.)

                                                              Severus had heard the door open and the steps on the floor. As he prepared himself with silent charms he heard a cruel voice and merely rolled his eyes. The boy couldn't be cruel even if he tried.

                                                              The man dispelled the charm being thrown at him and saw out of the corner of his eye the woman still kneeling behind a pillar.

                                                              He casted a silent expelliarmus with his wand pointing to Draco. "Still find the need to announce yourself for attention I see boy."
  • Harry kept a firm grip on his wand as Draco threw off the disarming hex. It was an uncomfortable stalemate. "Where's the snake, Snape?" he asked. "She's all we want."
    • "Speak for yourself, Harry," Draco smirked dangerously. "My dear godfather and I have a score to settle. This one's for my mother, Professor. You'll haunt her steps no longer after tonight. Levicorpus!"
      • Severus glanced with the corner of his eye at Narcissa as the boy rambled on. As he evaded the spell which hit an armchair that immediately levitate in the air Snape thought it was enough of this silly boy. He wouldn't kill him, due to requests of his mother but he could at least make him writhe in pain.

        No she wouldn't like that either, so he could just make him pass out, and if Narcissa asked it was done to protect him from himself. "Boy you should come to realize it is her who continuously searches for me. Mostly because of you." He flicked his wand and his mind screamed out a blasting spell.
        • Harry swore and cast a shielding charm, knowing that Draco would berate him later for it, but they didn't have time. "Draco, there's someone else in here," he said, standing back to back with him to cover all corners of the room. "I can feel it."
          • "Who then?" Draco asked, but with a dreadful sinking feeling he realised the answer to his question even as he asked it. And sure enough, there she was, emerging slowly from behind a pillar. Somehow, even under the circumstances, she managed to do it with a stately grace.



            "It's been a while."

            "It has."

            She turned to Snape, and there was both hope and desperation in her voice.

            "Lower your wand, Severus."
            • Severus looked at the woman and for the first time he found himself glaring at her. He wanted to shove her out of the way; she was putting herself on the line for a boy that had left her on the streets, for a boy that had been the responsible one for the dead of her husband, and for a kid that would never grow up.

              He gritted his teeth and lowered his wand but he knew that this wasn't an option. Finding that hurting her child would be better than hurting her he decided what he had to do. He wasn't going to test Narcissa, so he kept his wand lowered he knew just how fierce she could be.

              This boy was just a lot of trouble; he could hear Voldemort casting the killing curse at him and not at Draco because of the third failure. That was not going to happen, and he lounged for the boy shoving Narcissa out of the way. He shouted a stunning spell and when it bounced off and hit a wall he went for the kill from a distance behind a bookshelf.

              Instead of the scream of a boy he heard the scream of a woman and he gasped as he looked out. On the ground there was Narcissa. Severus found difficulty to speak; his legs gave away as he saw the body lay on the ground as if she was sleeping.

              "You...stupid...woman..." He whispered as he tried to fight back the tears from his eyes. Wherever the two boys were Severus didn't care, he would welcome dead if he had to. He heard someone behind him and stepped up to point his wand at Draco in a more fierce way than before.

              • It all happened so fast. Snape had attacked him, Draco had begun a counter-curse but never got the chance to finish it. Narcissa had thrown herself between the two of them, one hand outstretched to push Snape's wand away from its goal, the other brandishing her own wand, as if preparing to kill him, as if at the last she had chosen her son.

                But then she fell. And Draco's heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. For a brief moment he whimpered, a child again, a boy who'd skinned his knee, who'd had a bad dream, who needed his mother. But then that moment passed, and rage filled him instead.


                Never before had he cast a spell with such force. Snape went flying backwards and landed hard on his back. But the hex didn't end there. It collided with the far wall and ripped it apart. A sudden gust of cold wind filled what was left of the room, which now dangled precariously over the cliff that guarded the other side of Voldemort's hideout. In the distance lightning lashed the sky. Thunder rumbled. Below, huge waves crashed against the rockface.

                It was a suitably dramatic place for it all to end.

                "Find Nagini," Draco instructed Harry, before turning back to Snape, who was now rising to his feet. He stepped towards his old Head of House, his wand raised, his mother lying on the floor just behind him. Either he would grieve her soon, or he would meet her. But the time to fight was now.
                • Severus didn't even feel the impact of the spell, he just found his body flying backwards as if an invisible force had pushed him. For a moment he just laid there, numb from feeling. He had just killed her, killed Narcissa. She was one, the one woman he had done everything for and...

                  It was the boy's fault...

                  He stood up, and waved his wand having fire spit from it and surround Draco. The man threw a shield around himself before he jumped into the flames and stood in front of Draco, hatred showing on his eyes.

                  "This is the last time someone dies for you boy..." He snarled.

                  • "For me?!" Draco spat, shaking with anger. With a wave he sucked the flames up into a ball and launched it at his old teacher.

                    "You killed my father!" His wand shot out an impromptu burst of green light. It hit a flagstone nearby and made it bubble and fizz as it began to melt.

                    "You made me take the Mark!" Another jet of magic, now rushing directly at Snape.

                    "And now mother..." Now his mother was dead. He couldn't even say it.

                    Red lightning split the sky. Draco advanced further towards Snape. The storm was picking up. The wind hissed in his ears. A gigantic wave exploded against the cliffside, now metres from where Draco was standing. Salt spray hit his face. He didn't react.

                    "You have taken away everything I've ever loved. All to save your own pathetic skin." And again he shot out green-tinted hex in Snape's direction.
                    • "And you have hidden behind far too many people, boy." Severus hissed as sparks flew from his wand, just as the first jet of magic erupted from Draco's wand, both shots of energy erupted in sparks that added to the fire.

                      Severus didn't know just how much better the other boy had gotten but he wasn't going to risk it. He rose his hand to shout the deadly spell...but it was too late.

                      The second spell hit Snape straight on the chest, for a brief moment he saw his life flash before his eyes. Then there was silence as his balance was lost and he fell backwards into his dead. There could have been ways to stop it, he could probably get away.

                      However, the man didn't want to live any more so he welcomed dead as a pleasant change hell couldn't be as bad as spending more time on Earth. He felt tears sting his eyes, as he whispered an apology to a woman that was a mere figment of his imagination.

                      Then the life left his eyes, and Severus Snape was but an old story about the intimidating professor that looked like a bat.

                      • "Now it's time I take what's dearest to you," Draco declared, and his hand did not tremble as the Killing Curse roared from the tip of his wand and exploded in a shower of green sparks against Snape's chest. Done. Over. Finished. Draco's heart skipped another beat, infinitely surprised.

                        Snape stood very still for a moment, as if not quite believing what had happened. Draco, his limbs heavy but buffeted forward by some inner force, took a step towards him. Snape caught the hem of his robe in his hand, clutched at him. Slowly the look in his eye changed. There was a certain resignation there now, perhaps even a tinge of happiness, something Draco had never before seen on the old Potions Master's face. His struggle was over. He would go to meet her now.

                        Snape fell backwards and Draco, still caught in his embrace, went with him. They toppled over the edge, their robes flapping and snapping in the gale. The cliffside was unforgivingly smooth. The churning water waited below. But somewhere at the edge of his vision Draco thought he could see something. He reached out blindly and caught hold of a stray tree root. His arm was nearly ripped out of its socket, he clenched his teeth as the pain shot through him, but he was saved.

                        Draco looked down. The body of Severus Snape spun 'round twice more and disappeared amidst the dark waves. Draco looked up. The house seemed miles above him, magic still tearing the sky apart around it. His hand burned with the effort of holding on. He had lost his wand. He was tired. Tears stinged his eyes. His family was dead. He had lost everything. He was in such pain. Every muscle ached with exertion. He wanted to let go. He had every right to let go. He wanted to see his mother again. And his father. Pansy. He had done all he could. He wanted to sleep. He wanted it to be over. Forever.

                        And yet, with the greatest effort, he reached up and took hold of a rock with his other hand, and began the long climb back.
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