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Mrs Weasley ran at Bellatrix with her wand pointed at her chest. The entire hall had ceased fire at the scream from Molly, even Voldermort watched intently as the women stood face to face, silently challenging the other to make the first move. Molly was considerably shorter than Bellatrix, and only came up to her shoulders.
Then, all at once, two screams of curses echoed around the hall, followed closely by two jets of light.Bellatrix's mad cackle circled around the great hall as Molly fell to her knees, staring up at Bellatrix with big surprised eyes. It was apparant at once who had won the duel between the two witches. Ron and his siblings ran to Mrs Weasleys lifeless body, tears puring down their faces. Arthur stood where he was, shell shocked at the death of his wife. For seconds that seemed like hours, the hall was still and silent, half of the population praying for Molly, and half silently cheering Bellatrix's quick reaction.
Voldermort was still standing near Dumbledoors podium, staring down at the scene with a hint of a smile spread across his face. Harry turned just as a flash of red light hit him squarly in the chest. He was thrown of his feet by the sheer strength of it. A gasp echoed around the hall, and Bellatrix let out a hysterical cackle and walked over to Harrys still body. He was aware of them both looking down on him, as the rest of the hall stared in agonising shock.
"You see how strong your Potter boy is?" whispered Voldermort, although everyone heard him. "Bellatrix, would you please do the first honour." He continued.
"Me, my Lord? Surely you would be more satisfied doing it?" whispered Bellatrix, surprised by Voldermort. "I thought you would want to kill him?"
"You shall not kill him Bella! That is for my pleasure alone. You shall merely torture him.Take Harry into a empty classroom whist I kill the rest of them." said Voldermort. There was a heavy moan as Harry's friends knew just what was coming. Some turned and ran, but only recieved a flash of green light on their backs, and then death. As the feeling came back into Harry's lifeless legs, he was dragged by his hair out of the main hall doors. He could tell Bellatrix was excited.
"Are you ready, ickle baby Potter? You are no match for the Dark Lord. He will torture you until you beg for death. You are weak, and you knew you wouldn't be able to win this." Bellatrix was so triumphant she was almost skipping, making Harry bump up and down. As the great hall doors closed, Harry heard the first curses sail around the room. "Avada Kedavra!" hissed Voldermorts snake like voice.
Harry was left in the empty classroom, which turned out to be his old potions classroom, with Bellatrix for nearly an hour. Every now and then, she'd shoot fire spells at his feet, forcing Harry to squirm out of the way. He was bound by an invisible rope, and unable to reach for his wand. Bellatrix saw him looking at it, placed on Snapes old desk. She walked over to it and very deliberatly tossed it out of the window, throwing with it Harry's last hope. After shifting out of the way from a shot of fire for the eleventh time, footsteps echoed down the steep steps.
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