Hey yall, because I'm a mess of brilliance and self destruction, I decided to start a new fic. This one has been planned meticulously (for the next few chapters anyway). Hope ya like it, review if you want more.
Lots of it will be copied directly from the book, I don't own those parts, hopefully you can tell when it gets to my ideas. There will only be a little left of the original book in the next two chapters or so, just to start it off, then it's completely my own writing, kay?
Right uh I guess here are some trigger warnings for the whole fic- Violence, gore and a whole lot of swearing. Lot. Of. Swearing. Maybe some implied smut if I get round to it hey who knows.
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Chapter 1
"Stupefy!"
The second spell hit Sirius square in the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore too, turned towards the dais.
It seemed to take Sirius and age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway, and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing- Sirius had only fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second...
But Sirius did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain and he, Harry, would pull him back out...
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"-it's too late, Harry."
"We can still reach him-" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry... Nothing... He's gone."
"He's hasn't gone!" Harry yelled.
He did not believe it; he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength that he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight-
"SIRIUS!" He bellowed. "SIRIUS!"
"He can't come back, Harry," Lupin said, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. "He can't come back, because he's d-"
"HE- IS- NOT- DEAD!" Roared Harry. "SIRIUS!"
There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry, it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin should stop pretending that Sirius- who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain- was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to re-enter the battle.
Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais. Harry, still staring at the archway, was angry at Sirius now for keeping him waiting-
But some part of him realised, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, that Sirius had never kept him waiting before... Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him... if Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back... that he really was...
Dumbledore had most of the remaining Death Eaters grouped in the middle of the room, seemingly immobilised by invisible ropes; Mad-Eye Moody had crawled across the room to where Tonks lay, and was attempting to revive her, behind the dais there were still flashes of light, grunts and cries- Kingsley had run forward to continue Sirius's duel with Bellatrix.
"Harry?"
Neville had slid down the stone benches one by one to the place where Harry stood. Harry was no longer struggling against Lupin, who maintained a precautionary grip on his arm nevertheless.
"Harry... I'b really sorry..." said Neville. His legs were still dancing uncontrollably. "Was dad man- was Sirius Black a- a friend of yours?"
Harry nodded.
"Here," said Lupin quietly, and pointing his wand at Neville's legs he said, "Finite." The spell was lifted; Neville's legs fell back to the floor and remained still. Lupin's face was pale. "Let's- let's find the others. Where are they all, Neville?"
Lupin turned away from the archway as he spoke. It sounded as though every word was causing him pain.
"Dey're all back dere," said Neville. "A brain addacked Ron bud I dink he's all righd- and Herbione's unconscious, bud we could feel a bulse-"
There was a loud bang and a yell from behind the dais. Harry saw Kingsley hit the ground, yelling in pain: Bellatrix Lestrange turned tail and ran as Dumbledore whipped around. He aimed a spell at her but she deflected it; she was halfway up the steps now-
Harry- no!" cried Lupin, but Harry had already ripped his arm from Lupin's slackened grip.
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" bellowed Harry. "SHE KILLED HIM- I'LL KILL HER!"
And he was off, scrambling up the stone benches; people were shouting behind him but he did not care. The hem of Bellatrix's robes whipped out of sight ahead and they were running, Harry sprinting as fast as he could, through doors, through rooms, past bodies. Angry tears were wrenched out his eyes and he blinked them away furiously.
He skidded around a corner into a room they hadn't been in before, empty shelves lining the walls, and ducked as a fine shower of rock fell on his shoulders, a deep gouge in the wall behind him suddenly appearing.
There was only one way out of the dark room, and that was the way they had come in. He had her trapped. Bellatrix was like a cornered tiger, ready to pounce, stood in the opposite corner with a sick smile on her face.
"Hawwy, Hawwy, Hawwy," She shook her head in a twisted parody of a scolding mother, as she cackled maniacally. "Here for little old me? Here to avenge my dear cousin Sirius?"
"I am!" Harry shouted furiously, raising his wand.
"Aaaaaah... did you love him, little baby Potter?"
Harry felt a fury in him rise like he'd never known, a hatred so profound he saw nothing but red.
"Crucio!" He bellowed.
Bellatrix screamed as it hit her, but she didn't writhe like Neville had, like he had. It looked like it had barely affected her. She was about to get up again; his spell had worn out; her wand hand was lifting.
Something changed deep inside of him.
"Crucio!" He shouted again, as a sensation shot down his arm, of a churning darkness in his veins.
She screamed again, this time bucking off of the floor and howling like an alley cat. The grip on her wand loosened and- as he walked forwards, the spell still on her- he kicked her wand to the side. The wood clattered across the black marble floor.
He let the spell go and she threw herself back, her chest heaving. Her dark eyes were focused on her wand not too far away. Harry raised his wand to point at her as blood thundered through his brain.
"First time at an unforgivable, boy?" She laughed, she laughed, a dark emotion dancing on her face, looking upwards at him through her heavily lidded eyes. "Perhaps there's hope for you after all-"
"Incarcerous!" Harry yelled.
But she was already diving to the side, her fingers curling around the wand, firing a spell as she turned.
"Protego!" Harry shouted, deflecting it back as quickly as he could, her speed was incredible.
She let it explode behind her, already casting again.
"Crucio!"
He ducked, whirling round.
"Reducto!"
"Imperio!" Bellatrix shrieked, batting aside his spells as if they were mere nuisances.
"Stupefy!"
"Diffindo!" Harry hissed as it caught him across the arm painfully.
Harry knew he couldn't beat her in close combat. He'd had an idea but it was mad.
"Crucio!"
He dodged another unforgivable, slinging back a bombarding curse that blew up the wall behind her.
Now or never!
Harry stopped moving, widened his eyes, pointing his wand over Bellatrix's shoulder.
"VOLDEMORT!" He shouted, pretending to be afraid of a figure behind her.
Bellatrix span around, knees bending, ready to sink to her knees, a desperate yet adoring expression on her face as she turned to her master.
But there was no one there.
She turned her head back, dark locks whipping around her shoulders, a bright red reflected in the shine of her eyes as Harry's spell caught her before she realised he had tricked her.
It was over quickly: her body fell to the floor with a final thump, arms falling outwards, like the strings holding her up were cut off.
Her head landed several feet away as a spray of blood spattered across his face.
Harry stood still for several minutes; his arm still outstretched; just staring blankly at the floor. A severing charm was the first spell he had thought of, he didn't... he wasn't...
He recoiled. Harry turned his head to the side and threw up, tears forced out of him, the shock of what he had done diminishing with each retch. She- she was obsessed with Voldemort- he- he thought it would distract her- but...
He wiped his mouth when he was done before standing up, albeit shakily. Her eyes were still open, but the shine was gone- they looked like glass.
He breathed in a rasping breath and walked forwards slowly, bending down to grasp Bellatrix's wand from the floor. Harry held it tightly in his left hand; he didn't know what to do.
She killed Sirius- she deserved it, he told himself. She did. She tortured Neville- she tortured his parents- she killed Sirius- she killed his godfather- she deserved it!
Harry's hands were trembling, in anger or something else, he didn't know, but he clenched them even tighter and, with his stare focused ahead of him instead of on the headless body on the floor, he stepped over her. The back of his trainer splashed slightly in the growing pool of crimson. He walked out without looking back, going around the debris of the shattered walls. His eyes were flickering, unsure if he had done the right thing, but Harry just kept reminding himself what she had done.
They hadn't run far; he knew the room with the dais in it was just around the corner. The room where Sirius had-
Harry's scar began to burn intensely- he slapped a hand against the nearest wall to support him, digging his other fist onto his forehead. The marble wall was cool, and he pressed his hot face onto it.
Around the corner, he heard a crack, followed by screams.
"Dumbledore." It was quiet and arrogant, in a voice Harry knew all too well. "I did not expect to you to be here tonight." Voldemort continued as Harry listened.
"You were foolish to try something like this, Tom." Harry heard Dumbledore reply, as if he was still his teacher scolding him.
"And you were foolish to think you could stop it," Voldemort said softly, "and it seems Black has paid the price."
"Sirius died with honour." Dumbledore replied, the tone of his voice getting slightly harder.
"And where is, Potter?" Voldemort hissed. "I know he's here."
"What you were looking for has been destroyed, Tom. You have no business here." Dumbledore said, back in a calm tone.
Harry pushed off from the wall, steadying himself slightly. His scar was on fire, and he felt a surge of fury that was unconnected with his own burning rage. Voldemort was angry, and for a second, Harry felt a flash of being in another's body, watching Dumbledore from another's eyes. Then he was back in his own body, staggering.
He dimly heard Voldemort shriek madly from the next room.
"POTTER!" He snarled furiously. "Come out!"
Harry swallowed before straightening his back and stepping round. His footsteps echoed as he entered the room, gasps and cries emerging as people spotted him.
Tall, thin and black-hooded, his terrible snake-like face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit-pupilled eyes staring... Lord Voldemort was stood opposite Dumbledore, but now turned his back on him completely.
Harry stopped moving at the bottom of the stairs, both wands held tersely in his hands, tips to the ground. He looked into Voldemort's eyes.
People were slowly raising their wands to point at Voldemort, surrounding him, outnumbering him with a tense silence.
Voldemort paid them no attention.
"Potter." He said quietly. "You smashed my prophecy."
Harry didn't say anything, just kept looking at him. But his hands twitched, ready to curse him at the slightest movement.
Voldemort's eyes flicked downwards and whatever he was about to say, died in his mouth.
"That is Bella's wand." He remarked dangerously, staring at Harry deeply with those pitiless red eyes.
"I know." replied Harry, unblinking, trying to keep his breathing even.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, scanning Harry, before he turned a look of the utmost loathing onto Harry.
"That is Bella's blood." Voldemort snarled.
Harry breathed out. He knew he was covered, he could feel it on him.
"It is." Harry said, tears still shamelessly trickling down his face, the words loud in the silent chamber.
Behind Voldemort, Dumbledore looked at Harry with wide eyes full of pure shock. Harry heard someone inhale sharply behind him, and didn't have to look up to know the horrified expressions on the rest of the room.
"If this is the game we are to play, Harry, so be it." Voldemort said quietly, barely concealed fury hiding in his blood red eyes. He lifted his wand.
Harry's arm shot up to point at him, but it turned out it wasn't necessary.
There were footsteps behind him, too many to be just one person. Harry didn't lower his wand, and neither did Voldemort, but Voldemort's glare was switching back and forth between him and whoever was behind him.
Voldemort finally settled on him, and gave one last low threat in a voice of sheer malice.
"You will suffer for this, Harry. Death will be a mercy."
A small breeze started up, ruffling the edges of Voldemort's cloak before he disappeared completely in a matter of seconds, grey wind hiding him from sight as he left.
Harry felt his shoulders slump and he hitched in a breath. A hand encircled his wrist, gently lowering it for him, and Harry looked up into Lupin's eyes. The werewolf glanced sideways.
Harry turned his head in time to see Fudge start to splutter.
"What in Merlin's name- he- You-Know-Who- here- how- great heavens above- it's not true- he-" Fudge gibbered.
Harry felt his nose begin to wrinkle in disgust.
The Aurors behind Fudge looked terrified.
"You-know-who!" Breathed one of them, clutching his red robes.
"He was here, I swear!" One turned to another, grabbing their arm.
"I saw him, I saw him!" The woman gasped.
"He's back!" Fudge said in a voice of pure terror.
"What," Harry began, stepping forwards, "the fuck do you think we've been trying to tell you?" He snapped.
Fudge looked at him in shock, as if he had just noticed he was there. Remus still had a hold of Harry's wrist, as Harry glared at the Minister.
Dumbledore stepped in-between them, turning to Harry.
"Cornelius, this will all be explained. But you will wait for me to sort things out."
"Why is he covered in blood?" Fudge spluttered, pointing at Harry with a wavering finger.
Harry saw a few Aurors' wands twitch, and narrowed his eyes at them. He could feel eyes on his second wand, but didn't bother to hide it. He was sick of everyone looking at him. They could think what they want, he didn't care anymore. What were they going to do? Put him in Azkaban?
Fudge's mouth was open and his round face was growing pinker.
Dumbledore pressed an object into Harry's hands.
"I'll join you in a few minutes." He told Harry quietly.
Harry couldn't tell if he was angry or concerned for him and frankly, Harry didn't give a damn what he was feeling or thinking.
"I will be there soon," Dumbledore told him, "Three... two... one..."
Then Harry was pulled away from the scene, the floor vanishing from under his feet, and he was hurtling forward in a spiral of chaos...
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Wowza. So, yay or nay? The pairing for this fic will not be canon, I don't think. I dunno. Let me plan more. I've planned up to like chapter 8, and I just can't get this fic out of my head. On another note, I've also started to learn nunchucks. From bad YouTube videos, of course, but I'm doing okay so far!
Please review what you think! I'll even consider ideas where you want this to go, there's a plan but it doesn't have to be definite. Sometimes there are some ideas people review that are way better than what I have planned.
