A/N: My first Twilight X Harry Potter story. Hope you like it. Please review.
Alice was waiting in the doorway with a bag over her shoulder.
"Get your wallet—you'll need ID. Please tell me you have a passport. I don't have time to forge one."
I tore through my room. I stuffed my old wallet, a clean T-shirt, and sweatpants into my backpack, and then threw my toothbrush on top. The sense of déjà vu was nearly stifling by this point. At least, before, both times, I was running away from people- human and inhuman- trying to kill me.
Before zipping the bag shut, I hesitated, and threw in something I hadn't used in over a year. I'd sworn I'd use it only in dire situations. The memory flashed through my head, as though it happened only yesterday.
"Do you, Sarah Mae Black, promise to keep the existence of wizards and witches a secret during the entire time period of your mission?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to confine yourself from using magic unless in a life threatening situation, and hiding all your magical possessions, including your wand, when in the presence of a Muggle unless you do not have a choice, during this mission?"
"I do."
"And, should our side fail the war, do you promise to never return, and to stay safe in your hidden identity for the rest of your life?"
I hesitated, before replying, "I do."
Well, Professor, if this doesn't count as a life threatening situation, forgive me.I took one last look at the innocent looking stick lying on top of my t-shirt, and shut the lid.
Before stepping out of my room, I opened my sock drawer and dug through them furiously till I found it; a lone sock with a snitch embroidered on it, containing one small vial of deep golden liquid, Felix Felicis. I pocketed it.
I hurled myself back down the stairs, only to find Alice and Jake locked in some kind of confrontation in front of the open door. They seemed to be arguing about my safety. Urgh, not the time, Jacob! Someone's gonna die on the other side of the world any moment!
"Stop that!" I shouted at them both, wild with impatience. "Argue when we get back, let's go!"
"Edward, no!" I screamed, but my voice was lost in the roar of the chime.
I could see him now. And I could see that he could not see me. He smiled as he put a foot forward, into the sunlight.
"No!" I screamed. "Edward, look at me!" I slammed into him so hard that the force would have hurled me to the ground if his arms hadn't caught me and held me up. It knocked my breath out of me and snapped my head back.
His dark eyes opened slowly as the clock tolled again.
He looked at me with a wondrous expression on his face, and then did the strangest thing, he quoted Shakespeare.
"Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. You smell justexactly the same as always," he went on. "So maybe this is hell. I don't care. I'll take it." Okay, not the time to audition for the school Drama, Edward!
"I'm not dead," I interrupted. "And neither are you! Please Edward, we have to move. They can't be far away!"
Before he could reply, the Guards were there. He took a protective stance in front of me, and spoke to them, trying to convince them to take just him, and let me go. Sure, that'd work. If we could talk our way out of things, then my parents, as well as the countless other people wouldn't be dead. We wouldn't be in the middle of a war, for goodness' sake.
Finally, after much debating, and the arrival of Alice and another Guard, a female this time, we were being taken to the heart of the honeycomb. The castle of the Volturi Coven.
After taking a detour through the sewers, and walking for a really long time through twisted corridors and pathways, we finally reached a ridiculously ornate antechamber, which opened into a circular room, with high ceilings, and sparse furniture. The only seating arrangement was a few wooden chairs that reminded me of the Teachers' chairs at the breakfast table back at Hogwarts. But this assessment took barely five seconds, and I turned my eyes towards the centre of the room, and was immediately glad I took my wand with me.
The room was not empty. Three men, looking so ancient and withered, and yet powerful, were being hung in the air by their ankles, and surrounding them were six to seven people clad in horribly familiar black robes, hoods and masks, pointing wands at them. I recognised the Levicorpus spell immediately, and I looked around, suddenly on alert.
Once they noticed our arrival, one of the masked hooded figures, a woman by the looks of it, turned towards us. Her companions kept the Volturi leaders occupied, as she sauntered forwards towards me and the six extremely stunned vampires beside me. She didn't notice me immediately, as she spoke to Alec and Jane.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here? More guests? Fell free to join your "masters", vermin." The heavily accented voice coming from behind the hood was too familiar. Oh dear. I was in deep, deep trouble.
Bellatrix Lestrange took off her mask and hood, revealing the still beautiful face beneath it. It was twisted with amusement as she looked at the vampires. In an inconspicuous move, I pulled my wand out of my sleeve. No one noticed this, or so I thought. Then I heard her cackle.
"I found you," she whispered in a sing- song voice, as Edward and Alice moved to cover me from Bellatrix's view. She walked towards me, ignoring Edward's growl. "I found you. I did tell you that you won't be able to hide from me forever."
I sighed, and replied with a hand in my pocket, working furiously on a golden galleon, sending a message to anyone who was listening. "Hello, Aunt Bella."
I could feel Edward and Alice's eyes upon me, but I kept mine focused on my Aunt's face as I slowly raised my wand. She laughed hysterically at that.
"You think you stand a chance, darling niece? Against me, the Dark Lord's most faithful servant? Oh, you make me laugh!"
I answered with a jinx, which she blocked with a lazy flick of her wand. She countered with more deadly spells, and I dodged them by inches. Thank you, Felix .I ignored Alice's and Edward's cries of "What?" and duelled with all my strength.
She shot spell after spell at me, and I dodged each time. She really was skilled; I had to admit, because while I was dodging with the help of Felix, she was dodging with nothing but pure talent.
"Impedimenta!"
"Crucio! Crucio! CRUCIO!"
"Petrificus Totallus!"
"Sectumsempra! We are not in a classroom! Don't fight with your pathetic DA spells! You can't touch me! Reducto!" Bellatrix screamed.
It was me and her in the middle of the room. Light balls flew out of our wand tips, as we duelled; she, to kill; I, to save myself. The rest of the inhabitants of the room had turned into spectators. On one side, Voldemort's faithful allies, and the Volturi leaders suspended in the air above them, slowly spinning. On the other side, the two Cullens, and our accompanying guard, watching us with their mouths hanging open.
I was overcome by fatigue, though. Soon, I was panting, and losing concentration. I fell when she hit me with another Sectumsempra. I wasn't able to move away on time, and the spell caught my left ankle. She summoned my wand from my grasp, and she stood over me, my wand in her hand.
"You lose," she whispered, as she raised her wand and pointed it directly at my chest.
"No!" Edward screamed in agony, while being held back by some Death Eater's shield spell. He had seen enough to know that I was going to die in a moment. I regretted not telling him everything about me. I wished we had a few more minutes, so I can tell him the truth about me.
I'd promised Jake and Charlie I'd be back. Charlie would know immediately what happened. He'd explain to Jake. And maybe to the Cullens too. He'd tell everyone back at home too. I doubt my aunt would send my body back for the final rites. Then again, she does love to torture.
Mrs. Weasley would be devastated. She has been dreading losing her family ever since the war was declared. I'd seen her boggart. It was always one of us dead. Crack. Dead Mr. Weasley. Crack. Dead Bill. Crack. Dead twins. Crack. Dead Percy. Crack. Dead Harry. Crack. Dead me. The rest of the family would be with her, hopefully unhurt, comforting her.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were off on the mission. They would know whenever the war is over. I hope Ginny is with Harry whenever he finds out.
Fred and George. Oh, God. Fred and George. I hope they don't do something drastic, like going after Bellatrix. I would miss them, my best friends since first year.
And I couldn't even tell Fred I loved him.
With my final thoughts, I faced Bellatrix, looked at death in the eyes. I wouldn't go whimpering in agony.
"One final chance, Sarah. Show your faithfulness to our family name. Be a Black. Join us." Bellatrix said, staring down at me through her hooded eyes and her midnight hair framing her face.
I stared back boldly. I wouldn't go begging. I'll go with my head held high, like my father, when he fell through the veil, or my mother, as she fought to death with Macnair, and all those countless people who died fighting for what they believed in. She realised I wasn't giving in.
"I gave you your chance, dear niece. But you insist on sticking with your mudblood mother and blood traitor father. Your loss." She stared at me coldly.
I stared death in the face and waited with my final breath. She raised her wand, pointed it directly at my chest.
A/N: So, how is it? If I don't get a reply within 24 hours, I'm gonna take it that you don't like it, and delete the story. Mild flames are accepted.
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