Lightsabers

Lightsabers: Chapter Two

"Malfoy, did you also just happen to forget to tell me that Seamus is supposed to die in this plot?"

"Shut up, Potter," said Malfoy in a tear-muddled voice. "It's not my fault that someone didn't even bother to read the script."

Malfoy lifted up his tear-streaked face. His eyes were red with crying.

"What's the matter with you, anyway, Malfoy? I thought Malfoys weren't supposed to cry."

"Who told you that?" Malfoy sniffed.

"You did. In the other fic we starred in... I don't remember what it was called... Draco something... something about a sleeping dragon in Latin..."

"Piss off, Potter. It's just that-- it's just that I've never seen anyone die right in front of my eyes before. You, of course, would know all about how it would feel, wouldn't you?"

Harry shot Malfoy a death-ray glare, then took a step forwards, and delivered a gigantic slap to his face. Malfoy toppled over.

"What was that for, Potter?"

"You never, ever insult Harry Potter, especially when he stars in a fic," said Harry, who was still glaring at Malfoy.

"I meant, since when did Harry Potter b*tch-slap people? I mean, aren't you supposed to punch me in the face or something?"

"Do you want me to, because---"

His words drifted off.

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"Let's go."

Harry moved as to get up, but the pain in his right shoulder had struck again. Wincing, he clutched his shoulder with his left hand.

"Propulse!" he screamed, sending the group of stormtroopers flying backwards into the wall. "Malfoy! What happens next?"

"I don't care, just AVK Darth Vader and Apparate us out."

Harry nodded.

"Avada Kedavra!" he shouted at Darth Vader, who was still lying motionless on the floor. He twitched and rolled over. Harry began to panic as more stormtroopers began to arrive. He jumped on top of Malfoy, and apparated them both out with Seamus' body.

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"Ow. Get off me, Potter."

"Sorry," he mumbled, and rolled off him.

"Honestly Potter, who on earth could fall asleep in the middle of Apparating? Apart from you, that is."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"Oh, and Potter, where the heck are we?"

Harry took a glance around the room.

"Hello," said a voice behind him. "Who are you?"

Harry turned around and goggled.

"Aren't you Luke Skywalker?" said Draco.

"Yep. And who might you two be?"

"I'm Harry Potter, and this is my friend Draco."

"Draco, eh?" said Luke. He eyed Harry's shoulder. "My, that's a nasty wound you've got right there," he said, fingering Harry's wound. "And what's the matter with your friend over there," he asked, pointing to Seamus' crumpled up body on the floor. "Darth Vader got to him or something?"

Harry nodded morbidly.

"I'd imagine that'd be the kind of thing that Darth Vader would do, going around killing little---"

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shouted, before Draco could stop him.

Luke Skywalker froze on the spot.

"You," said Harry, pointing to Draco, "be quiet," and plucked the lightsaber from Luke's belt. "I'm Apparating out of here. Without you."

Draco heard a *pop* as Harry apparated out of the room...

...or part of Harry.

Although Harry's upper body had disappeared, it appeared that he atrociously splinched himself and left the lower part of himself behind.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!" heard Draco, as the sirens once again began to roar.

Draco began to panic as stormtroopers broke down the door and flooded into the room.

"Oh, shucks!" he exclaimed. "This seriously blows."

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The end.