Dark Side

Flames of War

A/N Hey guys! I've decided to do an author's note thing. If you don't like it, that sucks for you. Fuck with me, I dare you, I control this story. Was that too much? I don't know. Probably. You can just skip this if you want, it's only about updates.

Anyway, back to the actual note. So the updates got pretty fucked up, I moved them to weekends, then I was sick so I didn't update on the weekend, then I just updated on a Wednesday, so I don't really know what the hell is going on. I'm just going to update once a week, I'll probably fall into a pattern of updating around the same time. I guess this makes it more exciting, you don't know when there's going to be a new chapter, and if I'm just being a little bitch and am too lazy to update, you'll never know.

I procrastinate so much. It's a real problem. I have like zero willpower. Right now I should be doing about three assignments, but instead, I'm writing this. I could go on for so long about all the things that are wrong with me, but you didn't come here to hear my problems, you came here for badass Drarry. So, I won't keep you waiting any longer, enjoy.

Harry

We cross the grounds, seeing the aftermath of the battle. It's so much worse out here, craters in the ground caused by missed spells, blood staining the lawns red, sparking in the moonlight. There are bodies too, I thought our side had brought all the dead inside, but they didn't. All the bodies near the entrance to the school had been brought in, but there were more. At first I tried not to look, but now I scan the faces as I walk by. Not all of them are distinguishable, gruesome things obscuring them. I see some faces of students, faces I recognize, but I don't know them, I have no name to put to the face.

There are Death Eaters too, many more than I expected. At least 150, but probably closer to 200, all spread across the grounds. We had been sheltered inside the castle, blocked off, not seeing the extent of the battle until now.

With Draco leading the attack, our side had done miraculously well. But it's not over yet. I tell myself. The calm quiet of the night had fallen over the grounds as the battle paused, giving the illusion of security, tricking us into thinking we were safe.

We reach the Whomping Willow, and just as we're entering the tunnel, we hear the battle re-commencing. It's distant, the horror not fully reaching us out here, this place still covered with the calm silence. It's good though, right now I need it to be distant, I can't think about them now, no matter how horrible that seems. The fighting is not directly on us, and we are out of enough immediate danger to be able to do our task.

I allow myself one last thought of Draco before we turn a corner, the battle sounds gone completely.

Draco

We walk out onto the grounds, then stand, waiting for the Death Eaters to come. The mood is strange, hard to describe, so many conflicting emotions all at once. There's anticipation, fear, sadness, anger, even excitement.

I zip my jacket up tighter in the chill, and shake my hands out to keep the numbness that keeps threatening to creep into them at bay. The jacket has worked extremely well, many of the Death Eater's smaller curses bouncing straight off.

I think of the battle so far, think of all the things that happened, all the pain, the gore, the death. I had never been in a real battle I suppose, sure, I had been in fights, but not a real battle. I know that no matter the outcome, this battle will be legendary, talked about for decades to come.