A PAIR OF EYES... OPEN. BLINK.
BLURRY POV
SHADOWS streak across our PLANE OF VIEW, like warriors in an ancient shadow play.
SOUND SURFACES SLOWLY, ODDLY, as if our EAR DRUMS were numb and swollen and gradually returning to normal.
We return to the EYES, unblinking, slowly drifting in their sockets, taking in the sound and fury that dances across the irises.
We PULL BACK and REVEAL...Neville.
Bruised but unbowed. In an instant, it all comes clear -- to him and us -- that the Hall is full of WIZARDS, fighting.
Something glimmers in Neville's periphery: The Sword of Gryffindor. Bellatrix LAUGHS MADLY as she stands upon a table, wand in hand, spraying the room with spells. As she pivots, one BOLT just misses Ginny.
"Not my daughter, you bitch" Shouts Mrs. Weasley in fury.
Mrs. Weasley pitches her cloak, wand raised. Bellatrix ROARS with laughter at sight of her.
"Come on, granny, give us your best." Mocks Bellatrix
Mrs. Weasley fires a volley of spells and Bellatrix's smile fades. As she counters, JETS of LIGHT fly back and forth, skittering off the tables and overturned benches. Just then...
Neville comes INTO VIEW, clutching the Sword of Gryffindor now, bumping past McGonagall and Dean Thomas as they battle a pair of Death Eaters, his gaze fully forward and oddly intent.
As Mrs. Weasley parries a ferocious BLAST from Bellatrix, George, Bill and Mr. Weasley leap into the breach, raise their wands...
"Back off, boys! She's mine!" She says, glaring at Bellatrix, "You will never touch my children again!"
"Be thankful we only took one. Besides..." she imitates George, "It's not like you don't have any spares ."
As Bellatrix GRINS, a MASSIVE GREEN BOLT of LIGHT spits from Mrs. Weasley's wand, striking Bellatrix directly in the sternum. Bellatrix's smile curdles, then she topples to the floor, still. A BLOOD-CHILLING SCREAM fills the air...
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
Nagini writhes forward angrily as Regulus dashes away. Seconds later, Hermione COMES INTO FRAME, running alongside.
"Hermione" Regulus Shouts
"Yes"
"I need to tell you something!" Says Regulus.
She glances at him, then looks straight ahead, still running.
"I don't want you to say anything you wouldn't say if we weren't about to be killed by a giant snake! It'll just ruin it!"
Regulus starts to respond, then says... nothing.
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
Harry rises and Voldemort fires again, but Harry simply rises again. Furious, Voldemort steps forward and points the wand only inches from Harry's forehead, seething. Harry glances behind, his vision spinning. Nothing is behind him. Only a void beyond the blasted battlement. Only sky and a great fall. He turns back to Voldemort.
"You were right" he responds
Voldemort's eyes glitter curiously. Harry's eyes drift to the wand in Voldemort's hand.
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Mercy || Hermione Granger (Permanently Discontinued)
Fanfiction(Permanently Discontinued) Sorry folks :) Hermione Granger had enough. When she dies saving the wizarding world in The Battle Of Hogwarts, she wants a second chance. With all her friends dead, she thinks that she might reunite with them in the after...
