The sickly sweet scent of death permeated the air. It wrapped around her body like a vice, suffocating and intoxicating her with every bitter breath. To her left a corpse lay on the ground, its face frozen in a mockery of a grin, its throat split open in a red mirror to its face. To her right, a man hit the ground with a thud, his chest a gaping hole. He lay there, struggling for air like a fish out of water, each gasp for breath a rattle in his lungs causing more blood to spill out of his body. He was slowly losing color and depth, his face drooping like a snowman in spring. Until suddenly he lay still, a grimace plastered on his cold body. She ignores this, climbing the mountain of the dead and dying, the saints and the sinners dying as one.
Funny isn't it she muses that the only time blood doesn't seem to matter is when it's spilling out of you? Still she climbs, she climbs over comrades and foes, friends and enemies alike. She climbs because she has no other choice, her whole life, her right to be a person hinges on this one moment. This battle of wills and war of wit. This clash of destiny and campaign of freedom. The final duel between Voldemort and Harry Potter.
Except the aforementioned duo are nowhere to be found, leading to the just and noble question
Where the fuck are they?
But the battle gave no answers. Instead, the fighting continued at an even more intense pace. It was no time at all before she was facing down the most insane (and by that train of thought devoted) of Voldemort's followers Bellatrix Lestrange.
The air burned from the light of a thousand curses, and the sky was a rainbow of color and death. Through the symphony of moribund souls her words cut through like a blade.
"Look at the ickle little Mudblood! Back for more Muddy?" Bellatrix smirked, her every syllable dripping of contempt.
"No, I'm here to put an insane bitch in the ground. I'll give you three guesses who it is," she spat.
Bellatrix's face was a sea in the storm. She laughed and grinning she took an extravagant mockery of a bow.
"Well, Muddy I like a little bit of cheek in my opponents, makes it all the more fun when I Crucio it out of them."
"Ready to put your money where your mouth is?" she taunted.
"Only if you are," the mad witch sneered.