Enemies Until Death
Disclaimer: All the characters of the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K Rowling. I am simply using some of them for my own amusement. No money is being made from this, and no copyright infringement is in any way intended.
Author's Notes: In some mysterious way, this first chapter has been absent from the story for some time. How that came to pass I have no idea, but I will admit that some of the reason might be linked to the author's lack of computer skills. Any way, the missing chapter is now here, enjoy!
Two blades swirled through the air, and stopped millimeters from the neck of the opponent. Alexandra and Leo had drawn their sword at precisely the same time and now pointed them at each others throats. Alexandra's sword rested on Leo's shoulder with the edge against his throat. Leo's sword was placed a little higher and rested against Alexandra's jaw. Both stood absolutely still, neither would make a single move as long as the opponent stood like that. When Alexandra's eyes had gotten used to the darkness of the room she saw who it was. She was quite surprised, but hid it well. Instead she said;
"What are you doing here?"
Leo didn't answer right away. He was watching her. She was nothing like his father had said. She could have been beautiful, if she hadn't looked so frightening. She was beautiful, but now there was nothing but a fighter's look in her eyes. She was quite tall for a girl, he would guess that she was about 5'9 tall. Besides she was thin. Not extremely thin, like so many other girls he knew. She was just thin, but he could see that she was strong by the way she held her sword. Besides she was flexible. He knew that from other fights. Her fingers were long and thin, but they held the sword safely in their grasp in her left hand. Her right hand she used to keep her balance. When she stood like this she looked like a tiger waiting for the right moment to strike.
Her hair was gathered in a braid which hung over her right shoulder. And her eyes…
Her eyes were the colour of water from a glacier. A rare mixture of blue and green. Now they were full of will to fight, but he knew that they could also light up in a smile warm enough to melt solid rock. He had seen her give those smiles away, but not to him. Not to him.
Her body stood tense. He thought that at least she had inherited her fathers will to fight. She would never quit, never give up. Never give up.
He stood there in all his might. And that was something. She would guess that he was at least two inches taller than her, if not more. Besides he looked strong there he stood holding his sword against her throat. That didn't hurt now, but she knew that if she was going to move, she had to do it fast, or that sword would move slightly upwards and cut her throat in a split second. She wouldn't be able to defend herself, not fight. She would bleed to death in seconds. He looked at her, staring right into her eyes. She had no choice. She had to look back. His eyes were blue like the clearest water. She couldn't make out what was in those eyes, even though she was usually very good at that. But these eyes she couldn't make out. There were no trace of fear in them, not even surprise. His body was tense, like he was waiting for her to make the next move. The hand who held the sword was steady as a rock. She knew that he wouldn't give way to her. He was dressed all in black, his hair was slightly lighter. Some of it lay in front of his right eye. He was good looking, but frightening. Like a black panther he stood there, waiting.
There they stood. Both of them. In the light of the full moon which shone in through the window of the tower where they were. They were enemies. Worse. They were enemies until death. She, Alexandra Black, daughter of Sirius Black. He, Leo Snape. Son of Severus Snape. Their father were enemies until death. And so would they be…
This was to be their last fight. They both knew that. They had been keeping a close eye on one another from the moment they had set foot in the castle. They had fought each other for power ever since then. Now that had to stop. Only one of them could survive, that was a part of the ancient rules of such duels.
Survival… of the fittest.