InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "FANGS UP"

James Sirius Potter (simply_james) wrote in breaking_point,
@ 2010-10-15 19:19:00

Entry tags:

RP: The Final Battle
Who: Everyone at Hogwarts and Death Eaters
Where: Hogwarts
When: 15 October, 2025
Summary: It's time to face the music

They gathered in the Great Hall at seven o'clock. Everyone was dressed in black robes, and they passed on the magical armbands that would allow them to recognise each other on the field. It would hopefully give them an advantage and protect some of the weaker members. When they were ready, the units began to trickle down onto the grounds and reach their positions. They used trees, rocks, fixtures and carriages to hide. The children were all in the trees by the wal, the same with the rear unit. They'd cast the spell on all of them to make sure that the werewolves wouldn't pick up their scent.

When finally they were all in their places, Severus created a hole in their defences, right by the gate, and then they waited as the sun appeared in the sky. They didn't have to wait long before the gates creaked open. From his position, Jamie couldn't tell who was who, but it didn't matter.

They waited with a patience that he didn't possess until all the Death Eaters had crossed the gates and only then, the dragons flew in the sky with the aerial team, keeping the Dementors occupied, while their troops move to attack, encircling the Death Eaters.

Thus the battle began.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

Re: Al, Caractacus Burke

cactus_man
2010-10-15 08:44 pm UTC (link)

Ravenclaws were not, as a general rule, brave, loyal, or ambitious. All lacks that Caractacus felt keenly as he marched outside, black formal robes flaring behind him with a bag full of shrunken potions, as he wondered what to expect. Seeking out Al, Caractacus made certain he was positioned beside the younger Ravenclaw. If he himself had little place on a battlefield, Al had even less. Burke raised his wand and steeled himself.

Then the world erupted into chaos.

Screams, wails and spells flew through the air along with dirt, blood and tears. For the barest moment, Caractacus froze until a spell whizzed past his ear, causing years of dueling practice and more recent combat training to break the hold on his mind. With a snarl, Burke shot off a hex in the direction the spell had come from, and followed it up with more, wand whirling and never stopping.

Periodically flicking his gaze back to Al, Burke sent off spell after spell, not bothering to hold the Dark spells. They tried to kill him. They were the reason he was locked in that castle. They would die.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Al, Caractacus Burke

bp_albusseverus
2010-10-15 09:01 pm UTC (link)

The owl faded so fast, lost in the sea of black, swallowed by it. Al summoned it again, sending it forward.

Above him, the dragons advanced and he smelled smoke and wet dirt and the faint and delicious scent of something cooking. For a second, it was just like Grandmother's gatherings but this time it was...

People.

The wind blew the smoke his way and the stench of charred flesh made him gag. Al put his collar over his mouth, kept hold of his wand.

Nicto. A stray spell flew too close. Protego! Expecto Patronum! Protego!

In front of him, fighters with yellow armbands and without were casting spells Al'd never witnessed cast before today. Still, he sent his owl gliding silently, surrounded by all the madness.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Al, Caractacus Burke cactus_man 2010-10-15 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	Al was still there. Good. Caractacus sent out a lance of fire, shooting it cleanly through the eye of some poor sod who fell to the ground in agony. It was invigorating and terrifying at once: his wand never stopped moving, switching from shields to hexes to fire to Patronus as necessary. But he was still there. And Al was still there. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Al, Caractacus Burke

bp_albusseverus
2010-10-15 09:49 pm UTC (link)

The spells were coming faster now. Too fast. No time for Protego.

Nicto... Nicto... Expecto Patronum - Ni-

Oh.

Something flew right at him and hit him square between the eyes, his glasses embedding themselves into the bridge of his nose and shattering and Al didn't even have time to Blink.

There was someone's magic in his head and it hurt. His thoughts were exploding and so was his mind. Al saw black and heard ringing past the all the wet in his ears. He choked on his own blood and collapsed, shaking, and cradling his head. It took only a few seconds of pain-induced shock until his magic exploded with a crackling ZAP! in a frantic wide-area burst much stronger than anything Al could have managed in training and...

It was gone.

Al didn't stir. Above the worst of the fighting, there was now one less Patronus.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: Al, Caractacus Burke

cactus_man
2010-10-15 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Caractacus continued the barrage, looking over to the side on occasion to make certain that Al was still there.

Except he wasn't.

Burke snarled and whirled to see the man who had hexed Al, "Burn." He hissed as flame engulfed the figure, which ended up on the ground, twitching and trying to scream with a roasted voice-box. He snapped around and raised his wand again.

Then the magic hit him in the back of the head from the one direction he did not expect. 'Al...' Caractacus fell to his knees, though he had the presence of mind to toss off a slashing hex at a Death Eater who had his wand raised, watching him fall with satisfaction on his face.

Slowly he reclaimed his place on his feet, though the ground seemed to be moving and his vision was blurry. Caractacus could feel the blood seeping from his head. He took one of his blood-replenishing potions gifted to him by Ms. Prince and stood his shaky ground. Protecting his friend. Who shouldn't have been out there in the first place.

And refusing to fall. He needed to stay awake. For Al.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -