This is my first fanfiction, which I wrote in honor of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 coming out on DVD. I love Harry Potter and I intend to write more of these soon. Please tell me what you think! My friend Katie helped me to create this story and you should definitely check out her account… twilightaddict157. I will put another chapter up of this story as soon as I can.
The screams pierced the air. Harry and Ron exchanged a tentative glance. They both knew exactly who was screaming upstairs. In the next instant, Ron started screaming right back. His body was shaking as he suppressed his tears from cascading down his body. Harry tried to comfort him, but Ron kept screaming as he tried to reach Hermione from the cold depths of the Malfoy's cellar. Among Harry and Ron were Luna Lovegood, the zany fellow Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, Dean Thomas, a fellow Gryffindor roommate, and Mr. Ollivander, the famous wand-maker in Diagon Alley that made Harry's phoenix wand.
Upstairs, Bellatrix Lestrange was torturing Hermione with the infamous and horrible torture curse. "Crucio!" came a distant scream. This was followed by more terrifying screams by the courageous Hermione.
"It's okay Ron," said Luna, although her face expressed hopelessness. "We will figure out a plan to get her away."
At this point, though, Ron was done. He knew that he had to get to Hermione before Bellatrix was through with her. However, at that moment, a sharp crack filled the air. After turning the light of the cellar on with his new inheritance of the Deluminator, Harry, and Ron squinted though the new light.
"Dobby?" Harry exclaimed disbelievingly. "How on earth did you get in here? We have tried everything, we cannot apparate in and out!"
"Dobby is a house-elf sir. Dobby can apparate wherever he wishes," Dobby explained to Harry. "And Dobby wants to save Harry Potter and his friends!"
"Let's get going then!" said Ron enthusiastically. Just as he said this, a piercing scream from Hermione came from overhead.
"Okay Dobby, I want you to take us and just apparate outside of the locked door over there," Harry explained as he pointed to the barred cellar door. "When you get there, we will go up the stairs and then turn to the left. If we go quietly, we can storm into the parlor and overpower Bellatrix, Draco, and his parents."
Immediately, Harry, Ron, Luna, Dean, Mr. Ollivander, and Dobby all grasped hands in a sort of circled. Harry briefly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the attack group was outside their little jail. Quickly, Harry surveyed the scene. He could tell that Hermione's screams were coming from a door up the staircase, and to the left a little bit. Harry motioned for the others to follow his lead, and Ron scurried up next to him.
The party made their way up the staircase and into the narrow hallway with their wands out in front of them. Their hearts were beating in their throats, when they saw the scene in front of them.
Bellatrix, dominating the scene, held a sharp silver knife in her left hand, while she held her wand in her right. She looked extremely angry, with her black curly hair in her face, and her eyes wild. Hermione was on the floor next to her, with several cuts across her face, although none of them looked extremely deep. She was sobbing silently, as she was barely even conscious. It looked as though a few good more curses and she would be driven insane. The Malfoys; Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco, were all in the parlor. Draco had a look of disgust on his face, and Narcissa had hidden her eyes. Lucius looked as though he had seen Bellatrix do this a thousand times, which, Harry realized, he probably had.
Bellatrix was turned to Hermione. She whispered in Hermione's ear, although Harry and Ron could ear it as clear as day, "I am going to continue to torture you until you die you filthy little mudblood."
Ron was shaking next to him. Before the team could discuss a plan, Ron could take it no longer. He stormed into to parlor with a look of extreme determination on his face, mixed with revulsion.
"Like hell you will!" he shouted with all of the force that he could muster. "Get your filthy pureblood hands off of her!"
Bellatrix turned around with surprise etched all over her face. She quickly recovered her shock and raised both her wand and knife. Laughing she exclaimed, "oh look, it's your boyfriend the blood traitor. Did I mention that blood traitor is next to mudblood in my book?"
Harry sprinted up to stand next to Ron. Drawing his wand at Draco Malfoy, he screamed, "Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand spun out of his clench. With the skill of a seeker, Harry reached forward and caught the wand in his fist. Meanwhile, Ron had shot a body-binding curse at Narcissa Malfoy, causing her to become instantly paralyzed. Seeing the battle forming in front of them, Luna and Dean had rushed up to join the fight. Dobby was nowhere to be seen.
Although it was Harry, Ron, Luna, and Dean all fighting against only Lucius and Bellatrix, they saw that they were going to lose the fight. Lucius Malfoy was a great fighter, but it was obvious that Bellatrix was an even better witch, and would alone easily equal the foursome.
Harry quickly ducked. Malfoy had almost gotten him with a stunning curse. Beside him, Ron had nearly been gotten with a stunning jinx also. Dean Thomas was unconscious; it was obvious that he had gotten hit with a spell. Harry scrambled over to his body, his breathing quickening. He reached a hand to Dean's chest. With great joy he saw that Dean must have only gotten hit with a stunner, and that he was not dead.
Turning around, Harry saw that Bellatrix was sending spells everywhere, while brandishing the dangerous knife. Then, Harry saw Ron sprinting right at Bellatrix, malice in his blue eyes. Bellatrix did not look the slightest bit worried. It looked to Harry as though Ron planned on hitting her in the face. When Ron approached Bellatrix, she cut him on his right cheek with her sharp blade. Ron yelled in pain and backed away swiftly. Bellatrix just laughed in her high-pitched voice. Subsequently, she pulled her dark silk robe sleeve up. Harry realized that she was going to summon Voldemort.
"No!" screamed Harry and Ron at the exact same time. They both sprinted towards Bellatrix before she prodded her Dark Mark with her long finger. However Harry and Ron knew in their hearts that it would be too late.
Just before Bellatrix touched her arm, a cold blast of water hit her full in the face. "What the?" she stated, startled. Momentarily, it had blinded her, so Harry and Ron rushed back towards Luna, the unconscious Dean and Hermione, and Mr. Ollivander. In that split second, Harry realized that Dobby must have sneaked off during the battle, and grabbed a bucket with cold water.
Bellatrix was still spluttering, or so he thought. Harry spun around and grabbed the newly present Dobby's hand with the others, and made sure he grabbed Dean's unconscious hand.
"Let's go Dobby! Take us to the Forest of Dean. We were there before," shouted Harry.
Dobby turned on the spot, and there was another sharp crack. Harry and the other former prisoners traveled through the air before they landed on solid ground. Groaning, Harry sat up gingery on the hard, cold ground. He started to do a quick head count.
"Ron, you okay?" he called.
"Yup I am good mate," Ron answered back.
"Luna, you and Dean make it back all in one piece?" asked Harry.
"Dean is still unconscious, but I am sure he will be alright," Luna said dreamily. "But I am fine except it feels like a few Wrackspurt are in my ears. My brain feels all fuzzy at the moment."
Harry chuckled to himself. "And you Mr. Ollivander? And Dobby?"
"I am fine, thank you my dear boy," said Mr. Ollivander feebly.
Dobby answered back with a firm, "Dobby is great Harry Potter sir! Dobby is glad to be of use!"
"Yes, thank you so much Dobby, you were a great help. We never would have gotten out of that terrible place alive. Right Hermione?" said Harry.
Silence filled the brisk, clear night.