I neither own Spider woman or Harry Potter. This is one of my metawitch stories, and I own them.

Spider Woman.

Defeat.

Jessica Potter scowled from her seat at the Ravenclaw table as Dumbledore sat down in his throne, ready to spout off more shit about the past year, how the magical world should unite under the banner of the light and fight Voldemort. She doubted it would help much, since the bastard Dark lord had pretty much taken control of the magical world already, and the Light were floundering whether they liked to admit it or not. Jessica did not care, she couldn't care less if their precious little world burnt down with these scum in it.

Jessica had lived her whole life in the magical world, but she hated it just like she hated her parents and their puppet master, Albus I'm so might I can't believe it Dumbledore, who lived in an unhealthy fantasy world washed up in his own delusions. The man had been responsible for forging the person she was today, and Jessica missed the way she had been when she had been a child, happy, always smiling and loved by her parents, but then Voldemort came and that changed. Now she didn't recognise the people her parents had become. Her mother had always been beautiful, but she'd never let that define her. Then she changed, she now wore expensive robes and dressed to the nines, becoming vain in appearance so she could walk in public. Even during a trip down Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley, she had to apply the correct makeup and the right robes for the cameras. No matter what she would always dress expensively and laud it over other people. It was sickening.

Her father had changed to, becoming more and more arrogant, contrary to the kind man she dimly remembered, reading stories to her and her brother, Mark. Now she couldn't stand to be in his presence, anymore than he in hers.

Although it hurt her, she was mature enough to know that her parents wouldn't be seen in public with a poor kid than her brother, the Boy who lived, who was more likely to draw a crowd than someone else, and she knew it.

Jessica turned to see her brother, it always paid to keep an eye on the conceited Gryffindor, and when she did she turned away in disgust. Physically Jessica and her brother couldn't look more different - Jessica resembled her mother, much to her disgust, though she had black hair instead of red, and her eyes were definitely those of her mother. Jessica had also inherited her mother's petite frame, but her father's love of athletics.

Her brother on the other hand, Mark was good looking she had to admit that, but Mark was also plump and his beady brown eyes were hidden beneath hideous round glasses, and his messy hair looked unkempt. Next to his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who looked haughtily around their table as though they were barbarian King and Queen, he looked like a commoner. A commoner who shovelled tons of food down his gob.

A hand touched her arm, and she jumped until she heard the dreamy voice of her friend, Luna Lovegood. " They will see the error of their ways Jess, sooner than you might think."

Jess turned in Luna's direction, smiling and ignoring her fellow Ravenclaws looks of disdain in Luna's direction. Because of her name and connection to the Potters and the Boy who lived, many in her house had tried in her first two years to become her best friend, all for their own gain, but Jessica hadn't fallen for it. Only Luna Lovegood had been her number one friend in all their years at Hogwarts. Jessica looked out for Luna because the younger girl was constantly bullied because of her different views, and no matter how many times she tried to make Flitwick, her head of house, see the bullying, he did nothing to stop it. Jessica had taken Luna's protection into her own hands because no one else would do it. Luna was the most honest person Jessica knew, she wasn't manipulative, arrogant, she was kind, friendly and comforting. More than that, Luna had a unique perspective, she saw things other people could not, and Luna saw that Jessica was not like anyone else herself.

" I doubt they will," Jessica replied sadly. " They believe they're better than everyone that they can't see how much pain they cause others." Then she froze as a familiar tingling sensation appeared at the back of her head.

The smile flickered, and Jessica could see that Luna understood but refused to give up her stance. Then her friend's face froze, and before Luna could ask what was happen, the door burst open. Jessica felt the sensation grow and grow.

Dumbledore was winding down, " I offer a toast. To the - BANG!" The doors to the Great hall burst open and streams of Death eaters strode in, their surprise attack allowing them to stun and restrain the students, and a couple of the teachers turned their wands on their contempories, much to Dumbledore's shock and surprise. Jessica pulled her wand out, but she didn't use it, instead she was waiting. Maybe Luna was right.

Voldemort strode into the hall when everyone was restrained, and he didn't hide the look of glee at the sight of the blood traitors and the mudbloods and the muggle loving fool being held at wand point by his servant, Severus Snape, who had shown his true allegiance.

Voldemort turned his scarlet gaze around the hall, his smile never fading. " Oh, how to walk through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, once again. Only this time the muggle purge to purify the castle will not go unfinished."

Dumbledore ignored the wands pointing at his chest, and called out, " You shall fail!"

Mark Potter got up, trembling in fear, but doing his best to hide his fear. " I shall stop you!" He shouted arrogantly, but Voldemort could feel the boy's fear.

" How could you do that?" Voldemort asked, mockingly.

" I'm the Boy who lived!"

Voldemort threw back his head, laughing his high cold laugh and making everyone tremble. Jessica narrowed her eyes at the Dark lord, hiding her shiver at the sound of his laugh. Voldemort stopped, chuckling. " Is that it? Just because Dumbledore, mistakenly, believes you to have a power I do not know, that makes you special."

Jessica reached into her robes, and her hand touched the gun in her holster, and her other hand palmed the knife in her holster. Muggle weapons were regarded with disdain, but a muggle bullet could pierce a shield generated by a wizard, and she knew she would need such a weapon if she was to survive. For their disdain, wizards underestimated guns and bombs, forgetting how dangerous they could be.

Voldemort carried on, looking at Dumbledore, who was gaping in horror. " It was his sister, Dumbledore. Not Mark, the girl, Jessica I believe her name is, stopped me that night. There is nothing special about the boy. Bring the girl to me."

Two rough Death eaters had been standing close to where Jessica had been sitting, and they grabbed the girl. Dumbledore and the Potters were surprised by how cold Jessica's face was, how indifferent she seemed in the face of immenent death.

When she was close enough, the pair of death eaters forced her to kneel before Voldemort. Again she didn't bother to resist. Jessica didn't see much point, the death eaters and Voldemort were calling all the shots, and besides she had a surprise waiting just for them.

Voldemort had to admit, he was surprised that the girl was making it so easy. He narrowed his eyes, suspecting a trap. " I wish we could've met on a battlefield. I would've enjoying comparing your power with that of your brother, who shows how much of a fool he is when he flourishes his wand."

Jessica didn't reply.

Voldemort grew angrier, " Speak! I command you to speak!"

Jessica didn't reply, her eyes fixed on a position above the Dark lord. Voldemort stalked forward, and grabbed the girls head, forcing their eyes to meet. " Who do you not reply to me?"

Jessica sneered, " Why should I? You're gonna kill me anyway, so what's the point? Nothing I say will make any difference. Why would I fight you on a battlefield? Surely you don't think I actually care what happens to the magical world?" She asked mockingly.

Voldemort could not deny that. He had plans to use the girls death as a means to finally shatter the magical world, and the deaths of Dumbledore, and the Potters to show no one could fight him. For the light, this was a nightmare. Jessica looked around the hall, noting the disbelieving looks on the faces of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Mark was shaking his head in denial, unable or unwilling to believe his sister was the magical worlds precious savior. Her parents were no better; James looked like he was about to have a seizure, and Lily had tears running down her face as she tried desperately to fight off the Death eaters holding her solid. Jessica turned away from the sight, there was nothing her mother could do to help, she focused her attention on Voldemort, waiting.

Voldemort had to say he was rather disappointed, he'd expected the girl to provide some entertainmnent. Instead she seemed aloof and uncaring. " Crucio!" He said, pointing his wand at her.

Jessica closed her eyes and concentrated on her occlumency shields as the curse rolled over her. The cruciatus curse was ineffective against those who had the power to ignore the pain. It had taken her years of practice, and she hadn't been sure until this moment if she could throw off the cruciatus curse.

She felt the curse lessen, and she opened her eyes. If her life wasn't in such mortal danger, she would be rolling on the ground laughing, but as it was she kept her mirth inside her, and her outer expression stoic.

Lord Voldemort was speechless, and it wasn't just him. His followers were looking at her, and she could see they were astonished; their wands were slack in their hands, and although she couldn't see their expressions, she could see their eyes burn with envy. Clearly the dark wanker tortured them on a daily basis with that curse, and it would be simple if they bothered to apply themselves to learning something new.

Their opposite numbers were as stunned; Dumbledore was looking at her as if he had never seen or witnessed a student accomplish something like that, her parents were staring at her in shock, clearly expecting their eyes to be deceiving them. Her teachers were no better, though she caught a glint of pride in Professor Flitwicks eyes, confirming he was aware of the trick she'd played. Jessica couldn't see what her brother and gormless friends were thinking, and she wasn't going to turn around, not with Voldemort so close to her. It wasn't beyond the Dark Lord's ability or cowardice to kill her where she knelt with her head turned the otherway.

" Impossible," Voldemort hissed, though he wasn't hissing angrily.

Jessica smirked, infuriating the Dark lord. Slowly she slid her knife down the sleeve of her robes, and she could feel the cool metal against her skin. " Nothing is impossible, you of all people should know that, just as you should know its undignified to die kneeling." Uncaring about the death eaters to her side, Jessica took advantage of their shock to stand up and she held her head high, tall and proud. Voldemort stood there, not knowing what to do. Most of his enemies, he could handle through fear and psychological torments, but Jessica Potter seemed to be his match.

That was when Jessica made her move. Hand flashing outward, she used her knife to stab the death eater on her right in the throat, before Voldemort shook himself out of his surprise, raising his wand. " Avada Kedavra!" He shouted. The killing curse sped towards Jessica, but she was ready. Moving with superhuman speed, she grabbed the left Death eater, and push him into the path of the incoming curse. The Death eater, taken by shock already, didn't get out of the way quick enough and was killed instantly by the curse. He dropped to the ground with a thump. Whipping out her gun, her eyes dark and cold with fury, Jessica shot Voldemort in the shoulder, making the terrifying Dark lord scream with pain at the unsurprised move. The back of her head tingled again, and she felt the direction behind her. Instinctively, she leapt high into the air, just in time to watch a curse speed through the point she'd been standing on a mere second ago. Everyone in the hall gasped, both at the seeming supernatural leap high into the air, and with how high she'd leapt up. Jessica flipped over, and grabbed hold of the wooden chandelier, and flipped her legs over. Perching over the edge, seeming to weigh nothing, she grinned down at the Death eaters. " Is that all you've got?" Sighing dramatically, she added as a Death eater raised a wand, " Boring." Just as she leapt into the air again, hoping to put some distance between her and the other death eaters, her head tingled again. Damn it, she thought, seeing the curse speed from the Slytherin's table.

Draco Malfoy was furious, and he had been looking forwards to this night for a month. His father had told him that their Master had foudn a way of breaking into the castle without the old fool finding out before it was too late. He had spread the word to the other members of the Death eater youth, and all of them had waited with anticipation of this night. Instead of a quick victory over the light, culminating with a quick death for the Boy, or girl, in this case, who lived.

Draco had always held an admiration for Jessica, but she was known as the Ice Queen of Ravenclaw, managing somehow to wrestle that title from Slytherin's own Daphne Greengrass, but learning she was the one to defeat the Dark lord originally...

He had waited, anticipating that arrogant bitch getting what was coming to her, only to find instead her leaping through the air, like one of those filthy beasts of that brainless oaf Dumbledore called a gameskeeper. Seeing her leap again, and Draco had had enough. He took his wand, and fired a lethal curse, a smirk on his face as he imagined seeing her body drop to the ground.

Instead, she flipped over the curse, landing on the Slytherin's table, students getting out of the way. Moving with inhuman speed, Jessica sped towards him, and grabbed him by hids neck, his hands automatically going to her fingers, trying to prise her fingers away. She was too strong.

" Big mistake, Death eater," Jessica hissed coldly, her knife appearing in her hand. By now Dumbledore and the other teachers had been able to recover their wands, but they were too late to stop justice. " It was a simple game, Draco, you could've stayed out of this and lived. Now, you lose." Draco Malfoy didn't have a second to cry out as the knife went right through his mouth, killing him. Hermione Granger screamed, seeing the dead body. Jessica pushed aside her guilt, there would be plenty of time for that later, but right now she had other things to take care of.

Lucius Malfoy came running over, and he screamed, " You murdererd my son. I don't care what the Dark Lord wants, I'll kill you."

Jessica simply shot him in the chest. She raised her gun again, and shot dead three more death eaters. Out of the original number, only 4 more were left, and Jessica quickly took care of them. Voldemort was standing again, his eyes a mix of pain and rage. " Enough. Avada Kedavra."

Then, a strange phenomenon occured. Jessica picked up the wand of Lucius Malfoy, hardly a good substitute, but she had just had an idea of a spell. It had seemingly popped into her brain, as if by magic. The teachers, knowing there was no way anyone could survive an impact of the killing curse, were hopeless. Lily fought against the arms of her husband as she tried to run to her daughter, to make up for the years of neglect.

The killing curse shot towards Jessica, but she held up Malfoy's wand, and the air rippled around her. James, and the other Quidditch enthusiasts recognised the spell at once, it was a spell used in training Chasers, but they'd never seen it used a duel to the death before, nor had they ever heard of such an occurrence. The killing curse sped right into the opening, and another opening, this time to the side of Voldemort, appeared and the curse hit him in the side before the Dark wizard could move out of the way. The openings collapsed as they were not designed to hold in the power of a killing curse.

Voldemort's body dropped to the ground, dead, and his eyes alight in surprise.

In other locations, the surviving Death eaters, who were on other missions or raids, or in their work places, screamed in agony, surprising their fellow workers and Death eater colleagues, clutching their Dark Marks as the magic robbed them of their life forces.

In Hogwarts, the same thing was happening; 12 Hufflepuffs, 11 Ravenclaws, 7 Gryffindors and 23 Slytherins screamed in agony, clutching their forearms and fell to the ground as they died. Jessica watched in shock as this happened, and walked curiously over to the nearest one, a seventh year Gryffindor. She found the victim was already dead, clutching his arm, his face a mask of agony. Jessica pulled back the sleeve he was clutching. She nodded, and showed the Dark Mark at the pale teachers, her voice mocking them. " People say there was no witch or wizard who went dark who wasn't in Slytherin, that Gryffindors are good. Looks like those same people need to see the dead, eh Professor McGonagall?" She asked, her voice growing angry. " Look around you, look at the student's bodies. This is the legacy of the magical world, a school which spreads a disease around. You people talk about being muggle loving people, kind and generous, but you're liars. Look at my weapons, I needed an equaliser against the Death eaters, and so I trained myself to using muggle means to fight back. You see, I don't care if you thoughtless fools see me as sick for using a gun. For two decades, you've been fighting that freak of nature only for him to be taken down with a muggle weapon," she gestured towards Voldemort's corpse.

" You've venerated a boy, ruined his childhood, and mine, pushing him into the spotlight, and me into the shadows." James and Lily wanted to run towards her, but her gun was suddenly raised and they stopped. There was no way a witch or a wizard could disarm someone holding a gun, and Lily now understood that was one of the reasons had chosen to use such a weapon.

Jessica carried on, " None of you here think of the long term consequences of their actions. How many Gryffindors have pushed Slytherins into becoming Death eaters over the years with their bullying? Yes, their bullying. You think its the Slytherins, but its not. Its you." She sneered at the Gryffindors. " Light side, my arse. You're the scum of the Earth. And I will enjoy never living amongst you for the rest of my life. Stay away from me, if I ever see any of you again, you won't like the encounter."

Jessica's hand flashed out, throwing something to the ground. Black - purple smoke filtered through the hall. Dumbledore waved his wand, " Quick, stop her. We need her."

When Professor Flitwick waved to wand to fan the hall of the smoke, they saw Jessica had already left.