herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 15 - 1
Chapter: fifteen- part one
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Slash, time travel, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Epilogue compliant? No way!
Chapter length: 2310 words
Beta: None.
Summary: Old meets new. Harry walks all over Draco's heart, and when he realizes his mistakes he does the unforgivable so Draco takes him back. Time travel. During HBP, disregards Deathly Hallows - that means everyone's alive, except Sirius, but...

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Whose wand is it anyway? - 2/2

The combatants paused in their fierce struggle and turned to look at Voldemort, because the sense of dread and hate accompanying his death was felt by everyone in the hall. There was a surreal atmosphere in the tableau presented by the suddenly immobile dark wizards and the side of the Light.

The seasoned Death Eaters, the Aurors and the students, they all watched this new development - the dark wizards clutching the hope that their Lord would be resurrected again. Hadn't Voldemort always insisted that he was immortal? A fact that was borne out by the fact that he'd indeed been resurrected on the cemetery.

Bellatrix stood up from the place next to the carcass of the dragon where she'd been pushed by Tonks. She smirked wickedly; she was sure that her dread Lord would return again, as he'd done before; but she was also raging mad that the Dark Lord had been killed. She shook her head - ringlets of her dark hair falling around her eyes - and considered the bitter betrayal of her family. Her little sister Narcissa had abandoned the lofty ideals they'd once shared, and her nephew Draco had engineered and precipitated this debacle. Regarding her mongrel niece Tonks, it went without saying that she didn't deserve to live, and Bellatrix intended to ruthlessly correct this small fact.

McGonagall stepped away from Shacklebolt and rushed to the group of students surrounding Harry. Swann, Doherty and Shacklebolt paused in their fight against the Death Eaters, following the writhing black vapour with dread. Could it be that the fight was not over, that Voldemort would return again? Was he truly indestructible?

When he saw the ominous black cloud rising from the Dark Lord's body, Draco did the first thing he thought of, determined to protect Harry at all costs. Voldemort obviously had it in for Harry, even in death. Draco threw himself over the prone form of his lover, his blond hair contrasting sharply with Harry's dark mop in the bright light that had been cast by Antonin Dolohov to illuminate the battle. The eerie shadows of the combatants moved jerkily as if a cursed puppeteer pulled their strings.

After Harry fell, his body rolled sideways due to the momentum of his fall, thus the Gryffindor was able to see part of the confrontation. In his narrowed field of vision, Harry had seen the writhing body of Voldemort and the blood that seeped copiously from his robes; the only thing distinguishing it on the dirty stone floor of the hall was the vapour that rose from the cursed liquid.

If Harry could have smirked, he would have done so – especially when his sarcastic potions teacher walked up to the Dark Lord and finished him off with gusto.

Harry saw the dark cloud rising from the dead body of Voldemort. It was exactly like the one that was ejected from Quirrell's rapidly crumbling body after he was burned to cinders when Harry grabbed him to prevent him from getting the Philosopher's Stone. Harry was unable to see anything more because Draco's body covered him, all he saw was Draco's worried face; and in that terrible moment, stormy grey eyes met viridian ones.

There was so much emotion conveyed in that timeless moment: abiding love, the kind that survives against all odds and a shared defiance that shouted rebellion to the world - all shrouded in heartbreaking anguish.

Draco held the hope that if Voldemort's spirit wanted to possess a new body, Draco would be the one chosen, for he could not bear the thought of losing Harry. After all they'd gone through, after their bitter years of rivalry and the brief moment in the sun when they'd come together despite all odds – their love could not end like this, with Voldemort possessing Harry's body.

Draco would not allow any harm to this Harry that understood him and cared for him, this Harry that loved him boundlessly at last. And if Voldemort possessed Draco, he would go into that hellish journey with the consolation that he'd spared Harry that awful fate.

Hagrid ran towards the downed Harry, throwing aside with ease the Death Eaters he was fighting, Theophilus Nott and Charles Crabbe. His dark eyes followed the rapidly moving cloud as it shot towards Harry and Draco.

Hagrid was of a mind to follow Draco's example and throw himself upon the two prostrate boys, but before he could do so, the dark vapour, which writhed and moved as if it was a living, deadly thing, reached and covered the boys – and it passed through them, continuing its travel, disappearing finally through the southern wall of the hall.

Draco grunted when Blaise and Ron fell upon him and Harry.

"Geroff me!" exclaimed the blond as the battle started again around them.

Hermione shared a gaze with Parvati that conveyed impatience with the boys' antics whilst she deftly counteracted a spell cast by Alecto Carrow.

Cho barely dodged a curse cast by Dolohov, but she moved into the path of a curse cast by Rodolphus. Cho cried out; the spell hurt terribly, feeling like molten lava on her chest. Parvati cast Anteoculatia on the Death Eater and kept Cho safe from further attacks. The antlers growing on Rodolphus' forehead might have been intended by Parvati as a snarky comment on the Voldemort-Bella-Rodolphus triangle. At any rate, they kept the dark wizard from attacking Cho.

Meanwhile Doherty grabbed a wand on the floor and threw it in Moody's direction. The grizzled Auror caught the wand and growled, nodding to the young Auror and swiftly turning around. Moody had seen with his magical eye Thorfinn Rowle, one of the Death Eaters convoked by Voldemort so they could witness his victory over Potter, now instead a bystander in the Dark Lord's death. Before Rowle - who with his white hair and chiseled features strongly resembled Draco - could curse him, Moody swished the strange wand, intent on transforming the Death Eater into a snake. But the wand didn't agree with Moody and Rowle turned instead into a shrew.

Severus Snape, after having dealt so deadly a blow against his former master, decided to join the fray openly on the side of the Light. The assembled Death Eaters witnessed his prompt dispatching of their master, so they obviously knew he was on Dumbledore's side. Reasoning thus, Severus moved into the battle, his robes billowing wildly around him as he employed the spells he'd invented whose countercurse only he knew.

Moody whirled around and cast a spell on Alecto Carrow, noting that the Death Eaters didn't fight as ferociously as before. Their usual bloodthirsty mood appeared to have taken a dive like their dead master. Moody's magical eye proved invaluable at this moment, giving him the unique advantage of detecting incoming attacks even if they tried to sneak upon his back. Moody fought with a certain flair that came from his long experience battling Death Eaters.

George Weasley had nearly fallen when his left foot slipped on something. He bent down and his fingers touched something furry. Grinning, the redhead grabbed the invisible fabric. He stood up and sauntered to the immobile Headmaster, ducking to avoid an incoming spell. George wrapped the Invisibility Cloak over Dumbledore, thus allowing the aged Headmaster to observe at his leisure the denouement of the battle.

George grimly shook his head, he'd watched when the barmy old coot cast a spell on Harry that left him vulnerable to the Death Eaters - that was something that he would not forget or forgive. Already visions of pranks to be played on Dumbledore were dancing in his devious mind, but first there was the small matter of staying alive. George threw himself and rolled sideways to avoid a spell cast by Rodolphus Lestrange, grimacing when he the floor touched his swollen elbow. He crouched and launched a spell of his own.

Fred Weasley made his way to Shacklebolt, dodging spells left and right – his blood dancing with adrenaline, his face flush with the excitement and danger of the battle. The bandage Draco had conjured earlier was slipping from his head and it partially obscured the vision of his left eye, giving him the look of a rakish pirate. Noticing a familiar stick on his way, he bent down and picked up McGonagall's wand. He'd recognise it anywhere for it was the accursed wand that foiled too many of their genial pranks. Fred dodged a green beam and counteracted with a careless Entomorphis. Fred chanced to look in the direction of Moody transforming a blond wizard into a furry small mammal. Trust Mad-Eye to never change, thought Fred admiringly.

Fred held the wand with a frowning mien, recalling his former Head of House when she attacked Mad-Eye for no reason. He wondered if McGonagall was sharing too much sherry with Trelawney back at Hogwarts as he sauntered towards the Head of Gryffindor.

Minerva scowled fiercely at her former pupil, clad in a pink robe. Perhaps Granger's unseemly behaviour was contagious? The frown didn't abate when Fred presented her with her wand.

In the heat of the battle, a small brown rodent scurried unobtrusively back and forth, evading the feet of the fighters, anxiously seeking a way out of the melee. Not even Remus noticed his traitorous friend, busy as he was battling both Fenrir Greyback and Antonin Dolohov. Besides, Remus' extraordinarily acute sense of smell was temporarily out of commission because the cloying scent of the dragon carcass seemingly pervaded the entire castle.

The rogue werewolf was very powerful; his ability to cast wandless spells meant that he was an effective warrior even without a wand. For all of Remus' skill - his trove of arcane spells gathered on his long journeys all over the world – he could hardly battle simultaneously such ruthless Death Eaters as Greyback and Dolohov.

Just when Fenrir was about to attack him, he was stopped by Exardesco, cast by a smirking Severus. The Potions Master just shook his head, muttering sarcastically, "Always disliked this particular mutt!"

Fenrir's cheeks started to swell alarmingly, along with his arms and legs.

Remus rolled his eyes and turned to face Dolohov, all his considerable ingenuity now directed towards the bearded Death Eater.

Pansy and Hermione found themselves fighting side by side. When Pansy faced the wrath of her father - who was one of the newly arrived Death Eaters - she paused, knowing that she would be unable to kill him or fight him effectively at all. It was Hermione who dealt with Parkinson, casting Confundus on him.

Though the Death Eaters were in the majority, most of them fought wearily after they witnessed the death of Voldemort. It was only the knowledge that Slytherin Castle was surrounded by impenetrable wards that kept them there; else they would have fled after the Dark Lord's death.

Harry's side was winning the battle, fuelled by the sweet scent of victory near at hand. They knew that Voldemort was dead, and if their leaders were momentarily incapacitated – Harry on the floor in the bottom of the dog pile, and Dumbledore invisible to everyone – that only gave them more incentive to fight bravely.

Draco whispered, 'Finite incantatem!' and Harry was freed from the spell cast by Dumbledore.

"Stand up, you wankers!" whispered Draco and heaved upwards.

"You're crushing" - grunted Draco, his voice cracking under the weight of Blaise and Ron – "Harry!"

Draco twisted as much as he could; finally Blaise got the hint and rolled sideways. Ron followed the Slytherin a moment later.

The blond wheezed and stood up, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him upright whilst Pansy and Hermione shared a grumpy look. The girls protected them from the increasingly distraught but still ferocious Death Eaters.

Harry clutched his chest with his left hand and he ducked to avoid a purple beam from a Death Eater.

Hagrid patted Harry's head with his huge hand. Then he also stroked softly Draco's head as the blond scowled at him. Whilst the half-giant and Harry were basking in each other´s company, Draco made a slashing movement with his wand, deflecting a spell cast by Yaxley.

Meanwhile Bellatrix, her blood curdling at the sight of her dead Master, had disarmed Tonks and used her usual spell to held her immobile. She wanted to have her revenge against these family traitors who played a part in killing her Master.

Remus' heart missed a beat when he saw his wife lying immobile on the floor, about to be killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. He was still battling Dolohov, but he moved his wand exactly in Tonks' direction and muttered softly, 'Maya.'

The invisible beam of the spell reached Tonks and cast a cloak of illusions around her; so instead of seeing her niece, Bellatrix saw a wing of the dead dragon on the floor.

Realising that someone had deprived her of her victim, an enraged Bellatrix turned to see her traitorous little sister standing next to the unspeakable Harry Potter. Bellatrix cast Decapitare, which was reflected by Narcissa's shield and hit Rodolphus Lestrange instead; the spell severed his head, still adorned with antlers.

The fight stopped momentarily when the combatants heard the mad shriek coming from Bellatrix when she realised that her husband was dead. Not that she'd ever had any deep feelings for Rodolphus; she'd married him just to fulfil the pureblood ideals of her family. But it was humiliating that Rodolphus was killed as a result of her traitorous sister Cissy.

Bellatrix exchanged a furious glance with Dolohov and Yaxley and the three Death Eaters, who were amongst Voldemort's inner circle, launched simultaneous dark curses on Draco and Harry.

When Narcissa saw her sister, she knew that Bella was resolved to extract bloody revenge; she hastily moved her wand in a sweeping movement, throwing a Protego shield in front of her son.

The man who walked through wards - 2/2