noah n. boot (supernoah) wrote in valescoing,
@ 2011-07-30 21:44:00

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battle of hogwarts, christopher loftus, group, marissa macfusty, noah boot, william jugson

Battle of Hogwarts! May 2nd, 1998

He and Odette had split up, and as Noah watched the Astronomy Tower of Hogwarts begin to crumble, it sank deeper into his gut that it might've been the last time he'd seen his wife. He might not even see his son, or daughter by the end of this night, and Noah took a deep breath before following the crowd of what seemed like the good guys down a corridor.

Devastation. It was all he could see. There were portraits still burning on the walls, Peeves was dropping pieces of rubble on the attackers, screaming, shouting, spells and jinxes and----children, children lying dead on the floor. Noah wasn't sure how he was able to move as fast as he was, but---but the worry that Terry was one of those lifeless bodies on the floor----Anna shouldn't be here, she should've left, it----

He neared the Great Hall and stopped dead in his tracks, the sight of the real raging battle exploding, nearly literally, in front of him.

"---holy shit."

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willss
2011-08-03 02:54 pm UTC (link)

"They weren't," he grunted, putting his arm out to push Marissa behind him as a new assault of death eaters came from around the corner. At first they stared, unsure why he was poised to strike against them, and it only took them another second before they decided that it didn't matter; they were going to take down anything in their way. But, had they ever faced an auror who'd been militant in his training for the past twenty years? One that had mastered hexes of the dark arts before he'd finished his first year of the program?

Had they ever dealt with a man who had absolutely nothing to lose except this last blast of honor that had coursed through him? It didn't matter that it was Marissa behind him, he hadn't spoken to the woman in over a decade, but the flicker of an image she'd brought him of his life before his dark mark, before his brother had been killed, before----Will would give up everything for a time turner, but he had nothing left to give so it didn't matter----

Three powerful red spells shot like lightening out of his wand, squarely hitting three of the assailants straight in the chest.

"Get out of here!" he shouted at Marissa without looking over his shoulder. It was her only chance. He suddenly decided to stop whatever horde of death eaters were coming toward him and effectively, toward the Great Hall where he knew most of Voldemort's opponents weer still battling. Will did not want to give the Dark Lord one more second of his help, of his supposed loyalty because look what it had gotten him. He was a bloody ambitious Slytherin that had let other people control his life for---his entire life, and making this decision was probably going to cost him the little he had left.

"GO!"

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marridgeback
2011-08-03 04:24 pm UTC (link)

She let herself be pushed if only because she couldn't really find the strength to try and dodge it -- besides, it looked very much as if Will was trying to protect her and not making another last-minute-decision to rejoin the Dark Lord. She managed to smirk, though, and shout over his shoulder, "You're here now, so they were obviously wrong."

It had just taken him a little longer than most to figure out that he was a prat. At least he'd figured it out before it was really too late. Then Will seemed to be preoccupied single-handedly duelling a trio of Death Eaters, and as much as she wanted to argue with Will, she knew that he was right. She nodded once, firmly, and closed her eyes to apparate.

Merlin, she hoped that St. Mungo's wasn't still under the control of the Death Eaters or she was going to be in serious trouble in a few seconds.

Well, more serious the problems she'd be having from apparating in the state she was in.

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