~ Home for the Summer~
Summary: Harry has to enter the hardest tournament of his life, against his archenemy. Not only has he never done so before, but he's playing for the life of his daughter.
A/N: When " spell fencing" is mentioned, it's my way of saying (because I'm not sure what it's really called) of that club Professor Snape did when the students in The Chamber of Secrets for their defense against the monster. In case some people still have no idea what I'm talking about, when Draco and Harry were using their wands against each other and Draco made that snake appear. That, and any spells in this chapter, don't exist, I made them all up from very random things.
Chapter Eleven- The Match
Malfoy waited for Harry at the center of the Quidditch field, also in uniform with something he called pride. The same evil snarl, it was almost like it never left his face from the time he was born. Harry, on the other hand, had never had such a stare, cold as the night air around them. Though it did hide his dear from Draco very well, he could not ignore it himself. It was a strange feeling, he had never known it before, then again, his child had never been kidnapped before. Harry fiercely grinded his hand against the neck of his broomstick, wanting it to be Malfoy's throat.
" I'm surprised you came, Potter" he spat out the name, his tongue moving like a snakes.
" Why's that?" Harry feared every moment.
Draco began small steps around Harry's perimeter, " thought maybe you'd be a little to scared" their faces were inches away from the other.
" You have my daughter, no fear will ever come between that and my wanting her back" he always had Malfoy in an eye's corner, in case.
Draco returned to where he was once standing, laughing more or less to himself, " how brave. There's only one thing you can do to get what you want. And that's lose" Harry motioned for more of an explanation, " we've known each other for quiet awhile, Potter".
" Four years, Malfoy" Harry mocked him with the same sensible wording.
He flared an eyebrow (that's rather famous for Draco Malfoy), " you've been able to beat me at two things, and only two. Quidditch" they both knew that had been recognizable for a long time, " and spell fencing" that however, never made an appearance since the chamber was opened, and one or two disagreements. Harry's jaw dropped, less than an inch to avoid being noticed, " this is a combination of both, if I didn't say so myself. If you win, you win. If you lose, it won't be long until your daughter joins your parents".
That very comment made Harry's blood boil under his skin. Harry, then Draco removed their wands under their robes, straddling their brooms, kicking off from the ground, they kept an equal distance. Without any warning, something Malfoy never used, he commanded a rare spell professors forbid from the students. Harry dipped downward, it slid across him, he nearly lost his balance.
" Face it Potter, you'll never beat me, ever".
" I've done it before, why not again?".
Draco swerved around him, " because you know that loosing will become much more than a match, it will be a life".
Harry twirled around, " even more to hurt you" he clutched the wand, " asamodlelmin!". The flash hit him dead on, causing him to be spun around. Unfortunately, he did not let go.
But, his left arm had been burned, " you're going to pay for that!".
Malfoy curved, slamming his broom into Harry's. The wand slipped from his hand a fell far to the snow. They both went in a whirlpool to where it had fallen. Hermoine saw it as well, unaware that her attempt to retrieve it could become her death trap.
" Hermoine, get down!" Harry screamed, right after her fingertip touched the rim. She threw herself to the ground, Draco missed, flying inches above her back. Hermoine knew it was him, so she raised her arm, allowing Harry to snatch the stick from her hand.
Harry rejoined him back in the air. There was a few intense moments of deadly glares and motionless broomsticks. He had picked the wrong time to get a better hold on the end of his wand, it coincided with the next spell to be thrown at him.
" Acasanndren!".
Had he been paying full attention, Harry still wouldn't have been able to find someway to block himself on time. The force was too strong to even try a fight against. It threw him halfway across the Quidditch field, throwing him into one of the audience stands used by the professors during the matches. Hermoine saw. He hit the backboard, then went crashing to he benches, falling through one. The extreme pain ran through his body and mind, no matter what he did, he couldn't move, he really thought he had lost, once and for all.
A simple cry, he was able to hear, biting his lip to stop the wincing and he could hear better. The light noises were coming from the same cubicle he was in. " Ella" his voice struggled. Suffering, he turned himself onto his stomach, using what little strength was left in his body, in his hands, to pull himself on the wooden boards. Pushing aside a broken bench piece, the eyes that matched his, wrapped in an old, ratted blanket. She smiled when seeing him, unaware of the events that may have killed both of them.
" Thank god" he said to himself, gently stroking her little chin.
He knew the second Draco landed in the tower, it'd be hard not too. Though Harry remained still. " You don't know when to give up Harry, do you".
Draco had never called him by his first name. " I guess not".
" Too bad, this all could have been less painful" for a moment, Harry Potter knew he was done for, that these were the last moments of his life. Maybe Ella's would be spared if there was anything remotely close to a spark of good doing in Draco Malfoy's heart. Resting his head on the dirty floor, he noticed the baby's arm reaching out to something. For the past few weeks, she had just learned that she had control of her arms, since then, she's been reaching for everything in sight. But this time, it was something different.
The board.
The board that had been protecting her moments ago. It was almost like Ella was telling Harry something, maybe she was.
In one swift move without any thought, Harry grabbed the board, flipping onto his back, just on time to block Draco's wand. While he reacted, Harry jumped to his feet, a rather painful motion. He took another swing at Draco's temple, successfully hitting him. Malfoy groaned, forgetting about the want, and concentrating on getting the board away from his opponent. During their attempts, Draco and Harry forced themselves and the other in the same direction, over the balcony. And together, they fell from the stand to the cold snow below.