|alisanne (alisanne) wrote in snarry100,|
@ 2006-08-04 16:03:00
|Entry tags:||challenge 17:through other people's eyes, magdelena, magdelena1969|
Original poster: magdelena1969
Title: Love Conquers
Word Count: 100 x 4 (because this tale just couldn’t be told in one!)
Challenge: #17, Through Other People’s Eyes
Author’s Notes: I’m channeling Neville lately! Character Death, but no names mentioned with the exception of Voldemort. Unbeta’d.
Neville cringed as he watched Harry, broken and bleeding, being forced to his knees in front of Voldemort by none other than the traitorous Snape. As much as Neville knew he should move, leave, run as far away from this madness as he could, Neville couldn’t stop himself from steadily walking towards the developing tableau in front of him.
Suddenly his eyes widened in shock, as he saw Snape press a spare wand into Harry’s hand, their fingers brushing briefly. Or, just perhaps he would be the only witness to the greatest victory in the history of the wizarding world.
In one smooth motion, Snape pulled Harry to his feet, holding onto Harry’s wrist as the younger wizard pointed the wand at Voldemort. Snape pressed his body against Harry’s back, obviously supporting the younger man physically as Harry’s face curved into an awful parody of a smile.
“Love will always win in the end, Tom,” Neville heard Harry cry out. “AVADA KEDAVRA!!”
Instead of the typical sickly green though, the light that arched from Harry’s wand directly into Voldemort’s chest was the purest white. Voldemort opened his mouth in a silent scream, and he fell lifeless, soulless at Harry’s feet.
Harry, apparently confident in their victory, didn’t even bother to check the body for signs of life, he just turned into Snape’s arms, dropping the wand carelessly to the ground as his hands framed Snape’s face, heedless that Neville was their silent observer.
Neville stopped in shock as Harry captured Snape’s lips in a breathtaking kiss, one that clearly was not their first. Snape’s hands settled possessively on Harry’s hips as he brought their lower bodies together.
And though it was Snape, it was also Harry, and Neville had learned through the years to always trust Harry’s judgment, in everything.
Neville heard familiar voices behind him. He took one last look at the love that had just saved their world, before he turned to intercept the interlopers, placing himself bodily in their path to Harry.
“It’s all right. Vol-Voldemort,” Neville stammered out, “is dead.”
“What the bloody hell is that bastard doing to him?” Ron snarled. “I’ll kill him if he so much as…”
“That bastard,” Neville roared, grabbing fistfuls of Ron’s robes, and yanking him forward, “just saved all of us. He gave Harry the love that allowed us victory today. I will NOT allow you to disrespect that.”