Post by Tabby Bee on Feb 20, 2005 23:03:45 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Haven’t we already established that none of us own ANYTHING Harry Potter? Ah well, I have some OC’s mixed in the middle of this. Anything you don’t recognize is either mine or someone else’s. I’m just too lazy to point what belongs to you. If any of you see anything that belongs to you, kindly point it out.
This likkle plot bunny came from the chat room, kudos to those people who know what I’m talking about!
~Diana
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The air was filled with curses, flashing colors, cries and screams of the injured or fallen. It was the Last Battle, the battle between the Light and the Dark.
Minerva McGonagall was in the middle of this, throwing curses, spells, and charms left and right. Her rich black hair was undone from its normal tight bun and cascaded down her back.
Albus Dumbledore was also fighting, Death Eaters would think they had him, but he always narrowly escaped. He kept a sharp eye on Minerva, to make sure nothing happened to her.
He was proud of her, of others, of the students who were now fighting alongside Order members, staff, and normal wizards and witches. He was proud of Harry, of Ron and Hermione. The Trio had been working especially hard since the threat of Voldemort was known.
Albus continued to fend off Death Eaters while scanning the battlefield. There was Severus and Limuerea fighting back to back, while his daughter, Cielita was trying to revive her younger sister, Jem. A little ways away from them was Neville, Ginny, and Luna, the stood in a circle around some of the injured, protecting them from harm, while they tried to heal themselves.
Then, he heard a sound that stopped his heart for a full beat, Minerva’s scream.
0oo0
Pain shot through her leg as she screamed. She gritted her teeth as she collapsed on one knee, while still fighting as hard as she could.
One thing took her by surprise though, a pair of arms encircled her waist, pulling her to her feet. Minerva looked up, and saw the worn face of her husband. He picked her up and ran for the infirmary tent, set up near the edge of the forest.
All the way, she was shouting, “PUT ME DOWN! I have to fight, Albus! PUT ME DOWN!”
0oo0
Albus couldn’t help but smile at the fight his wife was putting up. She was injured, he didn’t want her killed out there, and so he had picked her up and was carrying her to the tent where Poppy and Nicolette, Limuerea’s sister, were healing the injured.
Dodging curses and hexes, all the while making sure Minerva was protected, Albus finally reached the tent. He set her down on a makeshift bed as the fiery headed 20-year-old Nicolette, cam forward to see what was the matter.
Making sure Minerva was in good hands, Albus left and continued to fight.
0oo0
Many hours later, silence had fallen. The air was still and quiet, any talking was soft as the living and minor injured wandered among the still bodies, looking for people who had been living, moving, laughing, and fighting along side them only moments before.
Albus helped out Limuerea as she was carrying the injured to the tent. He was also there, when she let out a cry when she saw Harry’s crumpled form, she rushed over and held him close to her. Once she was sure he was still breathing, she gathered him up and practically flew to the tent.
He followed and checked up on some of the injured, before coming to Minerva lastly. She was surrounded by all of her children, adopted and biological. When she realized he was there, she looked up and smiled. Cielita and Jem scrunched over and made room for their father.
Their father leaned over and gently kissed their mother, they stifled their giggles as they elbowed their younger sister, Dewey, to stop her making faces. Albus noticed this and chuckled.
All was good for the wizarding world for now. They could now be in peace and be happy everyday without worrying about attacks or killings.
Yes, the War was finally over, Voldemort was no more. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness were not just a light on the horizon anymore. Their hopes and dreams had come true.
The End.
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Well, this was my first fic posted on the board, hope you liked it!
~Diana
This likkle plot bunny came from the chat room, kudos to those people who know what I’m talking about!
~Diana
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The air was filled with curses, flashing colors, cries and screams of the injured or fallen. It was the Last Battle, the battle between the Light and the Dark.
Minerva McGonagall was in the middle of this, throwing curses, spells, and charms left and right. Her rich black hair was undone from its normal tight bun and cascaded down her back.
Albus Dumbledore was also fighting, Death Eaters would think they had him, but he always narrowly escaped. He kept a sharp eye on Minerva, to make sure nothing happened to her.
He was proud of her, of others, of the students who were now fighting alongside Order members, staff, and normal wizards and witches. He was proud of Harry, of Ron and Hermione. The Trio had been working especially hard since the threat of Voldemort was known.
Albus continued to fend off Death Eaters while scanning the battlefield. There was Severus and Limuerea fighting back to back, while his daughter, Cielita was trying to revive her younger sister, Jem. A little ways away from them was Neville, Ginny, and Luna, the stood in a circle around some of the injured, protecting them from harm, while they tried to heal themselves.
Then, he heard a sound that stopped his heart for a full beat, Minerva’s scream.
0oo0
Pain shot through her leg as she screamed. She gritted her teeth as she collapsed on one knee, while still fighting as hard as she could.
One thing took her by surprise though, a pair of arms encircled her waist, pulling her to her feet. Minerva looked up, and saw the worn face of her husband. He picked her up and ran for the infirmary tent, set up near the edge of the forest.
All the way, she was shouting, “PUT ME DOWN! I have to fight, Albus! PUT ME DOWN!”
0oo0
Albus couldn’t help but smile at the fight his wife was putting up. She was injured, he didn’t want her killed out there, and so he had picked her up and was carrying her to the tent where Poppy and Nicolette, Limuerea’s sister, were healing the injured.
Dodging curses and hexes, all the while making sure Minerva was protected, Albus finally reached the tent. He set her down on a makeshift bed as the fiery headed 20-year-old Nicolette, cam forward to see what was the matter.
Making sure Minerva was in good hands, Albus left and continued to fight.
0oo0
Many hours later, silence had fallen. The air was still and quiet, any talking was soft as the living and minor injured wandered among the still bodies, looking for people who had been living, moving, laughing, and fighting along side them only moments before.
Albus helped out Limuerea as she was carrying the injured to the tent. He was also there, when she let out a cry when she saw Harry’s crumpled form, she rushed over and held him close to her. Once she was sure he was still breathing, she gathered him up and practically flew to the tent.
He followed and checked up on some of the injured, before coming to Minerva lastly. She was surrounded by all of her children, adopted and biological. When she realized he was there, she looked up and smiled. Cielita and Jem scrunched over and made room for their father.
Their father leaned over and gently kissed their mother, they stifled their giggles as they elbowed their younger sister, Dewey, to stop her making faces. Albus noticed this and chuckled.
All was good for the wizarding world for now. They could now be in peace and be happy everyday without worrying about attacks or killings.
Yes, the War was finally over, Voldemort was no more. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness were not just a light on the horizon anymore. Their hopes and dreams had come true.
The End.
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Well, this was my first fic posted on the board, hope you liked it!
~Diana
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where do all the OCs fit in. apparently i need to read some of your other works.
