Disclaimer: First off: The first few chapters belong to I-Don't-Know-Who97 and their story "James' Little Brother". I loved it so much and was so sad not to see any updates, so I decided to continue it, but with a few variations. Second: I do NOT own Harry Potter and anything else you may recognize. I only own Arabella. This is a fanfic for fun and I am in no way making any monetary value off of this. While I wish I was J.K Rowling, I am just a seventeen year old Indian chick that has absolutely no life for her senior year.
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Chapter One: The Final Battle
This was it, the final battle. Scattered around the grounds were fallen members from both sides. The Weasley Twins stood back to back, bruised and battered, but still resilient shooting spells towards their enemies. Draco and Blaise were sneakily casting spells and hexes at the self-proclaimed light wizards and witches around them whilst Neville and Ginny fought off various curses that were being shot at the students.
Harry Potter was dueling with the Dark Lord in the middle of the Great Hall whilst his sister, Arabella, was engaged in a battle with various members of the Order of the Fried Chicken. Both were dirty, bloody and battered. Scars littered their body and their scars were still weeping as the Horcrux was ripped out of them. The Dark Lord was enraged that all his plans, all his years of careful scheming had blown up in his face. When the battle had first begun he had shot two spells at the Potter siblings and had hit them, but so far there had been no ill effects except for the shining aura that had appeared around them for a few seconds.
Harry's wand slashed, twirled, and performed almost any other movement you could think of while he was dueling the Dark Lord. Arabella, on the other hand, was graceful with her movements, dancing around the blind followers that had no brain to think for themselves, bending backwards and sliding to dodge their spells. Finally, the Dark Lord went too far; he tried to cast the killing curse at Harry with a wand that thought of Harry at its' master. The killing curse rebounded on him, and he died. Cheers went up as their side won, people hugging each other and laughing in glee that it was finally over.
Arabella ran towards her older brother, tripping slightly as she clutched her side in pain. Harry smiled, despite to agony his body felt and wrapped his arms around his red-headed sister. They had done it, they had really done it. He was finally gone, and this time he would never return. "Ry! Ella!" the two heard, but before they could turn to the voice, they were pitched forward. 'This must be the effects of whatever that ass hit me with,' Harry thought as he kept his arms wrapped around Arabella. The world seemed to fade around them until it was only rushing colors and fast backwards movement.