Hexes flew everywhere, and Pansy was certain she didn't want to be here. All though Voldemort had pretty much to either go or to face the consequences with her life and her family's Pansy didn't know what was left of life and family to protect. Her father was dead, so was her cousin, the Ministry was flying attempts to lock them out of their fortune and run them out of their house by claiming investigations of dark magic. Her grandmother was ill, and her mother was on the edge of insanity Pansy had a right mind to gather their belongings and escape in exile to somewhere like Spain. Alas, the night before Snape had come in a burst to her house, on orders from Voldemort
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(OOC: Argh! Just moved house, guys, hence very limited internet access. May not get it at my flat for another week. But I'll try to pop in here through internet cafes or whatever whenever I'm able.)Draco had almost gotten used to his wounded hand now. It was likely to be a permanent thing, and though in the past he'd been vain enough about his appearance to consider every blemish an unmitigated disaster, these days he had more important things on his mind. Like the feeling he was going to die. That one was a lot harder to shake off than the occassional spasm of pain in his right hand
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Harry watched as the attackers on either side surged forward, feeling a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach as the first fighter was shot down by the defenders. "Let's go," he muttered, unable to watch any longer. He and Draco had planned to enter by stealth in the hope that Voldemort would be too distracted by the full-scale attack to notice Harry's presence until it was too late.
Draco slowly crept up the hill, Harry at his side, employing the woods as cover as much as possible. By now Jonathan and Smith would have reached the house, provided they weren't already dead, and hopefully the deception would last long enough for the real deal to get inside unnoticed. Partly Draco regretted not being out there in the throng, throwing hexes every which way. Another part of him knew that the closer he got to Voldemort the closer he was likely to be to Snape - and that's where he really wanted to be.
It was a terribly noisy battle, the hiss and crackle of spells counterpointing the shouts and screaming of their casters. But even over all this tumult the voice was unmistakeable. Pansy... Immediately Draco spun 'round, crouched down and pointed his wand in the direction he was sure he'd heard her calling from. But all he could see was darkness.
Harry kept a firm grip on his wand as Draco threw off the disarming hex. It was an uncomfortable stalemate. "Where's the snake, Snape?" he asked. "She's all we want."
"Speak for yourself, Harry," Draco smirked dangerously. "My dear godfather and I have a score to settle. This one's for my mother, Professor. You'll haunt her steps no longer after tonight. Levicorpus!"
Severus glanced with the corner of his eye at Narcissa as the boy rambled on. As he evaded the spell which hit an armchair that immediately levitate in the air Snape thought it was enough of this silly boy. He wouldn't kill him, due to requests of his mother but he could at least make him writhe in pain.
No she wouldn't like that either, so he could just make him pass out, and if Narcissa asked it was done to protect him from himself. "Boy you should come to realize it is her who continuously searches for me. Mostly because of you." He flicked his wand and his mind screamed out a blasting spell.
Harry swore and cast a shielding charm, knowing that Draco would berate him later for it, but they didn't have time. "Draco, there's someone else in here," he said, standing back to back with him to cover all corners of the room. "I can feel it."
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Harry watched as the attackers on either side surged forward, feeling a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach as the first fighter was shot down by the defenders. "Let's go," he muttered, unable to watch any longer. He and Draco had planned to enter by stealth in the hope that Voldemort would be too distracted by the full-scale attack to notice Harry's presence until it was too late.
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It was a terribly noisy battle, the hiss and crackle of spells counterpointing the shouts and screaming of their casters. But even over all this tumult the voice was unmistakeable. Pansy... Immediately Draco spun 'round, crouched down and pointed his wand in the direction he was sure he'd heard her calling from. But all he could see was darkness.
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No she wouldn't like that either, so he could just make him pass out, and if Narcissa asked it was done to protect him from himself. "Boy you should come to realize it is her who continuously searches for me. Mostly because of you." He flicked his wand and his mind screamed out a blasting spell.
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