La Lutte (Chapter Eleven)
Title: Get It On
Author: RavanaSnape
Series: La Lutte (13/15)
Era: Post-HBP
Warning: Spoilers up to and including HBP
Rating: R for character death and war scenes
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song featured is the property of T-Rex/Marc Bolan and in no way mine.
Summary: The final confrontation.
Well you're dirty and sweet, clad in black
Don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of a hydra upon you
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
It was nothing like battle practise, it wasn’t even like the skirmishes that they’d fought, off and on over the last few years. It was bloody and violent and loud and confusing. There seemed to be five different people, all coming at you at once and you were barely surviving, through the very skin of your teeth. Your body was one long, conflicting ache and you had to flick blood and sweat out of your eyes. Occasionally you’d stumble over something that wasn’t grass or mud, something still warm, draped in black or a four-coloured bandana. Harry gritted him teeth and fought on, all his focus going to find six feet of scales, slithering across the battlefield floor.
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Suddenly he saw something writhe on the ground, about five feet away. With a surge of determination he raced for it, pushing people and creatures out of his way, uncaring if they were friend or foe. The snake turned and stared at him, abandoning her pursuit of what looked like Neville Longbottom. Harry had thought of dozens of ways to kill Nagini, run all the scenarios through his head, but standing there he felt his mind go blank and when he heard a cold, high laugh just to his right, he knew he’d wasted his opportunity.
You're built like a car, you've got a hub cap diamond star halo
You're built like a car, oh yeah
You're an untamed youth that's the truth with your cloak full of eagles
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
“So, you’ve found my precious.” Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue, the hissing and spitting that seemed odd in Harry, coming perfectly from his malformed lips. “What’s the matter Potter? Not got a plan? Your Mudblood friends don’t seem to have one either… they make such pretty noises as they die, don’t you think?”
Harry stood frozen, unable to tear his eyes away from Nagini. The snake raised her body and began to sway gently, from side to side. To his horror, Harry felt his body mimic hers, his hands lax at his sides, holding onto his wand through sheer reflex. Voldemort laughed again and moved his wand in a slashing motion. As the Latin fell from his lips, a protective barrier sprung up around them and the noises of battle instantly dulled.
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
A loud scream from outside, louder than the other battle noises, brought Harry to his senses. He broke away from Nagini’s gaze and turned, horrified, just in time to see Draco hit the side of the barrier, illuminated by spell light and fall, motionless to the ground. A werewolf immediately threw itself at Draco’s attacker, ripping the man’s throat out, but it was too late and the brightly coloured bandana was already slipping off the blood-soaked blonde hair.
When asked about it later, Harry always insisted that his next actions were pure instinct. Inside he felt blank, as he hadn’t since that sweltering reprieve during the peace talks at the beginning of the summer. Barely aware of what he was doing, he swung round and reached into his coat, pulling out a revolver that, in the magically charged battlefield he hadn’t even considered using, and in one swift motion he shot Nagini through the head. Voldemort was still laughing about Draco’s death as snake brains and other matter splattered his robes and the rest of Nagini’s body dissolved in the light they had begun to associate with Horcrux destruction.
He wasn’t laughing for long.
You're windy and wild, you've got the blues in your shoes and your
stockings
You're windy and wild, oh yeah
You're built like a car, you've got a hub cap diamond star halo
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
The next bullet from Harry’s gun hit Voldemort in his chest, the third in his stomach and a timely Expelliarmus from Voldemort stopped the fourth exploding his skull. By this point, those Death Eaters nearest the barrier had begun to try and reach their Lord, only to encounter Order members, Aurors and any and all who were fighting under their banner. This time the feral grins were on the faces of the Light and the looks of desperation on the faces of Voldemort’s servants.
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Shaking, Harry walked over to Voldemort, now kneeling on the floor, his wand held loosely in his fingers. He seemed to be giving all his concentration to breathing, instead of fighting and Harry’s scar, which had maintained a low-level throbbing throughout the last few weeks, suddenly burst fresh with a pain so blinding that he found himself joining his enemy on his knees in the dirt. Distantly he could hear the continued efforts of Death Eaters trying to gain access to him and the battle raging further away. Slowly he raised his head, to find blood-red eyes staring at him with a malevolence clearly intended to be fatal. Round the agony which was threatening to split his skull, he heard himself say, “Goodbye Tom,” and then he knew no more.
You're dirty and sweet, clad in black, don't look back
And I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
You dance when you walk so let's dance, take a chance, understand me
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
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Author: RavanaSnape
Series: La Lutte (13/15)
Era: Post-HBP
Warning: Spoilers up to and including HBP
Rating: R for character death and war scenes
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song featured is the property of T-Rex/Marc Bolan and in no way mine.
Summary: The final confrontation.
Well you're dirty and sweet, clad in black
Don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of a hydra upon you
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
It was nothing like battle practise, it wasn’t even like the skirmishes that they’d fought, off and on over the last few years. It was bloody and violent and loud and confusing. There seemed to be five different people, all coming at you at once and you were barely surviving, through the very skin of your teeth. Your body was one long, conflicting ache and you had to flick blood and sweat out of your eyes. Occasionally you’d stumble over something that wasn’t grass or mud, something still warm, draped in black or a four-coloured bandana. Harry gritted him teeth and fought on, all his focus going to find six feet of scales, slithering across the battlefield floor.
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Suddenly he saw something writhe on the ground, about five feet away. With a surge of determination he raced for it, pushing people and creatures out of his way, uncaring if they were friend or foe. The snake turned and stared at him, abandoning her pursuit of what looked like Neville Longbottom. Harry had thought of dozens of ways to kill Nagini, run all the scenarios through his head, but standing there he felt his mind go blank and when he heard a cold, high laugh just to his right, he knew he’d wasted his opportunity.
You're built like a car, you've got a hub cap diamond star halo
You're built like a car, oh yeah
You're an untamed youth that's the truth with your cloak full of eagles
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
“So, you’ve found my precious.” Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue, the hissing and spitting that seemed odd in Harry, coming perfectly from his malformed lips. “What’s the matter Potter? Not got a plan? Your Mudblood friends don’t seem to have one either… they make such pretty noises as they die, don’t you think?”
Harry stood frozen, unable to tear his eyes away from Nagini. The snake raised her body and began to sway gently, from side to side. To his horror, Harry felt his body mimic hers, his hands lax at his sides, holding onto his wand through sheer reflex. Voldemort laughed again and moved his wand in a slashing motion. As the Latin fell from his lips, a protective barrier sprung up around them and the noises of battle instantly dulled.
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
A loud scream from outside, louder than the other battle noises, brought Harry to his senses. He broke away from Nagini’s gaze and turned, horrified, just in time to see Draco hit the side of the barrier, illuminated by spell light and fall, motionless to the ground. A werewolf immediately threw itself at Draco’s attacker, ripping the man’s throat out, but it was too late and the brightly coloured bandana was already slipping off the blood-soaked blonde hair.
When asked about it later, Harry always insisted that his next actions were pure instinct. Inside he felt blank, as he hadn’t since that sweltering reprieve during the peace talks at the beginning of the summer. Barely aware of what he was doing, he swung round and reached into his coat, pulling out a revolver that, in the magically charged battlefield he hadn’t even considered using, and in one swift motion he shot Nagini through the head. Voldemort was still laughing about Draco’s death as snake brains and other matter splattered his robes and the rest of Nagini’s body dissolved in the light they had begun to associate with Horcrux destruction.
He wasn’t laughing for long.
You're windy and wild, you've got the blues in your shoes and your
stockings
You're windy and wild, oh yeah
You're built like a car, you've got a hub cap diamond star halo
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
The next bullet from Harry’s gun hit Voldemort in his chest, the third in his stomach and a timely Expelliarmus from Voldemort stopped the fourth exploding his skull. By this point, those Death Eaters nearest the barrier had begun to try and reach their Lord, only to encounter Order members, Aurors and any and all who were fighting under their banner. This time the feral grins were on the faces of the Light and the looks of desperation on the faces of Voldemort’s servants.
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Shaking, Harry walked over to Voldemort, now kneeling on the floor, his wand held loosely in his fingers. He seemed to be giving all his concentration to breathing, instead of fighting and Harry’s scar, which had maintained a low-level throbbing throughout the last few weeks, suddenly burst fresh with a pain so blinding that he found himself joining his enemy on his knees in the dirt. Distantly he could hear the continued efforts of Death Eaters trying to gain access to him and the battle raging further away. Slowly he raised his head, to find blood-red eyes staring at him with a malevolence clearly intended to be fatal. Round the agony which was threatening to split his skull, he heard himself say, “Goodbye Tom,” and then he knew no more.
You're dirty and sweet, clad in black, don't look back
And I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
You dance when you walk so let's dance, take a chance, understand me
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl.
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