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Who: Harry, Draco, Pansy and/or Snape, maybe eventually Voldemort....
What: Central 'battle' thread - feel free to start your own individual ones in pairs or small groups: eg. Ron and Hermione, Justin and Hannah.
When: The final day
The DA were in position, surrounding the house that no one could see. The Death Eaters had nowhere to run except for the sea. Assuming they'd be running, of course.
The diadem was destroyed. That left two Horcruxes, and Harry only knew what one of them was - even that wasn't for sure. The best he could hope for was to blast Voldemort out of his current body to buy him time to find the last Horcrux. He glanced over at Draco, who looked more miserable than Harry had ever seen him. All attempts to try and convince him he wasn't going to die had fallen flat. Harry thought it was distinctly unhelpful.
He couldn't see the other DA members, but they were there, encircling the castle. Everyone had their assignments, their positions. If they were really, really lucky, everyone might not die.
"Here goes," he whispered. He drew his wand and touched it to the fake Galleon he held in his hand. It was the signal.
What: Central 'battle' thread - feel free to start your own individual ones in pairs or small groups: eg. Ron and Hermione, Justin and Hannah.
When: The final day
The DA were in position, surrounding the house that no one could see. The Death Eaters had nowhere to run except for the sea. Assuming they'd be running, of course.
The diadem was destroyed. That left two Horcruxes, and Harry only knew what one of them was - even that wasn't for sure. The best he could hope for was to blast Voldemort out of his current body to buy him time to find the last Horcrux. He glanced over at Draco, who looked more miserable than Harry had ever seen him. All attempts to try and convince him he wasn't going to die had fallen flat. Harry thought it was distinctly unhelpful.
He couldn't see the other DA members, but they were there, encircling the castle. Everyone had their assignments, their positions. If they were really, really lucky, everyone might not die.
"Here goes," he whispered. He drew his wand and touched it to the fake Galleon he held in his hand. It was the signal.