Save The Date (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Sixty One

   Reinforcements weren't just coming from above, and Harry watched on stunned as several stadium doors stopped disgorging skeletons and instead allowed entry to a whole variety of faces, some familiar, some not at all, but all it seemed were hell bent on stopping the HSP.

With a mighty roar, an entire crew of grisly looking pirates erupted through the stands, gleefully launching an attack on the horde of skeletons. A beefy looking guy in a flat cap shouldered his way through a group trying to hold back the doors he'd emerged from, paving the way for a troop of men in women who were so synchronised they were practically dancing, sparks flying from their heals that struck like lightning, shaking the skeletons apart with its blinding force.

Harry's heart lurched in recognition as he spied BB8 racing across the ground, all manner of other droids flanking him as they smashed into any HSP unwise enough to get in their way. Then, from the other side of the stadium he realised his friends Joe and Bobby were part of a gaggle of elves pelting the skeletons with tangerines and lumps of coal, enjoying themselves immensely from the looks of it.

"How you doing Harry?" Bobby yelled with a wave as he sent another skeleton spinning to the ground.

"This is so much fun!" Joe added with a grin. Harry's friendship with them may have been invented, but he still felt a pang of pride as he watched them coordinate with the wise old owl overhead, driving the HSP down into the ground.

"We should help," Harry said, but the warrior woman shook her head and held his arm to stop him descending.

"You need to be ready to make your escape, young elf," she said sagely. "Let us do this for you. It will do our people good to stand united."

Harry wasn't convinced, it wasn't in his nature to hang back and let others fight for him, but the woman's grip was strong, and he had to admit, their friends definitely seemed to be winning.

However, the mayor still had several of his loyal police around him as they charged up the stands, using the chairs to put space between them and their attackers. Harry gasped helplessly as one of the pirates scrambled over the seats towards them...only to have his hand severed from his arm in one lucky blow.

"No!" he cried, lurching forwards, but Draco grabbed him and shrugged.

"Don't worry," he said, nodding at the other pirates who were dragging their fallen friend back, allowing a wave of leprechauns to nip in and clamber up the skeletons' bony frames and bash their skulls in with tiny tin tankards. "Look."

Harry's attention turned back to the pirate, who to his shock had already stopped screaming and perversely was looking quite happy now as he was presented with a shiny hook prosthetic, that he cheerfully jammed on the end of his stump.

"Pirates like that sort of thing," Draco explained with a nod to bones, who nodded back proudly. Harry wondered how the two of them had met, but he didn't have long to ponder on it.

"Still causing trouble I see elf?" a voice from above called to him, and Harry turned his broom to see Fan riding a mighty dragon. His face burst into an unrestrained smile as she waved at him, then watched as the dragon lowered its tail, allowing the other creatures riding on its back to scamper onto the pitch. Harry noted a tiger, a rat and a horse before realising they were the twelve animals of the Chinese zodiac. They practically radiated power, and the HSP cowered away from them as they began to move through the battle.

"That's quite the scuffle you've got going on there" a squeaky voice slurred, and Harry turned to see a parrot land on the end of Draco's broom, a leprechaun wobbling off to raise a tankard up to Draco.

"It is indeed Brandon," he agreed, raising his horn back at him. He took another swig, then manoeuvred his broom over to Harry so they were shoulder to shoulder. He offered Harry a drink, which he accepted in his dazed state, barely registering the potent mead he swallowed down. "Look at all these people that came for you," Draco said proudly.

But Harry shook his head, and touched his fingers to Draco's cheek affectionately. "They've come for you too," he insisted.

But it wasn't quite over yet. The mayor was back in the throng, calling his HSP to him for a last stand, fighting off advances from all sides with desperate fervour. "You will not defeat me!" he was raving, spinning on the spot as he witnessed the carnage around him, flailing his cleaver through the air. "Stand your ground troops, these fools with rue the day-"

Harry was sure he might have gone on for ages; he probably had a whole tiresome speech lined up to keep them there until midnight.

If only an entire avalanche of snow hadn't dropped on his head.

Harry and Draco's heads snapped up, and Harry couldn't help but grin as he saw a familiar red sleigh hovering amongst the winged horses, robins and witches. "Ho ho ho," a voice boomed over the stadium, and an arm dressed in a red coat and black glove waved over the side. "Merry Christmas Harry!"

"Merry Christmas to you too," Harry whispered as he watched the sleigh zip up into the night and out of sight.