The Last War
"Atavan!". You heard behind you. It was the last war, Harry Potter vs Voldemort. Who's side on your on?. "Atavan let's go!" Harry was calling behind you. "Avada Kedavra!" you yelled, killing off Avery.
3 down, 100 more to go. 20 Ministry members have already died and you have only 80 left. "ATAVAN!", Harry called. He grabbed your arm and tugged you lightly but you sensed the feeling of apparation pulling you in. You landed on the floor in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. You were sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily while you tried to regain your normal breath.
"Oh dear!", you heard Molly Weasley yell. "Atavan let's get you on the sofa, GEORGE!", she yelled, signaling for one of the twins to come down here. "Yes mum what do y-, Atavan?! What happened?", George asked. "George look at the state she's in! Put her on the sofa!", Molly demanded. "Wha-, what happened?", you asked out of breath. "Well,", George started uneasily. "You have,possibly, the worst black eye I've ever seen, a deep bloody cut on your lip, and scrathches all over your face.",he fnished.
"It was the Cruciatus Curse. Bellatrix Lestrange wouldn't stop", Ron said from behind. "How long have you been here for Ron?" you asked tiredly. "Hermione was injured so I came back with her. How are you feeling?", Ron asked. "I'm good. I need to get back! Where's Harry? Has anything happened to him? I need to get back!", you said, rambling on and on. "Atavan you're not going anywhere! You have 3 broken ribs and a broken ankle!", Molly said as a matter-o-fact.
"No! I need to get back!", you yelled. You used all your strength to apparate back to the Forbidden Forest. You felt the sucking sensation and heard the screams of Molly,George and Ron.
"Atavan what the hell are you doing here?!", Harry exclaimed. "To fight and win", you replied, clenching your teeth while glaring at Voldemort. There sitting on his throne, not bothering to even fight, was Lord Voldemort himself.