S E V E N T Y - S I X

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- BELLE -


Theo is riding his horse below us, pointing his wand – all mighty and defiant, like the true knight of a kingdom that does not exist – at the Death Eaters whilst bellowing the Phantom of the Opera from the top of his lungs.

I still don't understand how his flower crown hasn't fallen off his head.

It's almost stupid to have something so funny happen in the midst of war. But I wouldn't put it past Theodore. He was the special bean in the stalk that rose high and gracious.

Because there has to be someone to make us smile in time of need, and there was no better fitting person than Theo himself.

I'm glad that Hermione and him are happy together.

His horse seems to enjoy the singing as much as we do. It huffs air from its snout in approval before stamping on a fallen Death Eaters head.

Ouch.

Sometimes I wish war wasn't so violent. But better violent than ongoing. Because I'd rather take an hour of this torture than another four years of what we had gone through already.

Draco and I attack the skies with Babajide and throw hexes left right and centre.

"I see you've reconsidered?" Draco yells, turning his head slightly at the greater male. The air thins out our voices where winds blast at every corner.

The cold pricks my skin like the sandy snow atop the mountain where we climbed at first.

Babajide shrugs, offering him a playful smile, "I was bored," he shoots another stunner from his finger, "I miss war times and the adrenaline it brings."

Ron and his Fulgur swing to his left causing Babajide and Draco to swing right, splitting them in the meantime. Babajide whistles loudly through pursed lips and tightened teeth, the Hippogriff dives lower to attack in the midway point of the atmosphere.

When the two Finnish dragon's circle back to face each other, they both appear enraged, savage and thirsty for each other's blood.

Although it's mostly the hatred of the owners that propels the emotions at such high levels.

Who would've thought that Ron would join the dark side? Why, most importantly?

"You've completely lost it, Weaselbee!" Draco echoes with his wand at his throat.

Ron quickly responds, "I just want my Hermione back. Nothing else. No one else. Hermione!"

"She's not yours and she's not a toy, Weaselbee. Stop talking about her like she's a trophy you hang up on the shelf."

Ron scoffs, "She's my girlfriend you bloody tosser."

Whilst I battle my own, thunderbird screeching as bolts shoot out of its eyes and feather tips, something clicks in my head. A certain type of knowing and I scratch at Draco's head with magic.

He lets me through the crack of the walls but doesn't turn to face me. Doing so would only give away our communication.

'He's made a bargain with Voldemort.'

Draco replies, quite elusive, 'You think so? I think he's gone crackhead for pebble pops.'

A little laugh ricochets, 'You sound like Theodore. Anyway– there's no way Ron would fight with Voldemort for any other purpose. Unless you have any other ideas?'

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