"Harry Potter…" Bella mumbled. Somehow Harry didn't sense the intent to kill injected in Bella's voice and clearly he didn't notice how Bella suddenly knew his name. All he cared about was getting the hell away so he couldn't possibly perform a killing curse on anyone. Forget Inferis. All he saw was gay crap. Forget being an Auror. If it meant getting away from this dumb toddler then please!

Nonetheless, since he was taught to be good guy he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name. "Yes?" he said and turned. Too late.

Everything happened so fast. In a second Bella had lunged at him, knocking out his wand from his hand. They tumbled together in the ground, the leaves flew everywhere and a couple of twigs snapped. Harry could just feel the sharp ends of the rock stabbing his back as he skidded on the floor and finally he came to a halt as he hit his head on the trunk of a tree.

"Ouch!" he winced. His eyes watered from the pain. He could see black spots on his vision.

"YOU ARROGANT NOBODY! NO ONE INSULTS MY EDWARD!" Bella shrieked like a blood thirsty animal. Then with the agility of the Flash, she started clawing every visible skin she could see, including her own. Her hand turned into a blur, blood spattered everywhere and Harry swore that he never experienced this much pain even with Voldemort still around to give him that stupid pain on his scar.

"Would you please stop?" Harry desperately shielded himself from Bella's wrath. If he could just get his freaking wand. That freaking Edward… if it weren't for him… ARGH! Desperation crawled into his mind. He couldn't take this anymore. He needed a distraction… he needed…

"Look! Edward just took off his shirt." Harry yelled. Bella suddenly stopped, and turned expectantly towards Edward. When she saw he was still unmoving, her face turned so sour the rage face would've been put to shame.

"You dare trick me?" Bella yelled. But that was just enough time for Harry to recover. With one last mighty effort, Harry managed to push Bella away. Bella rolled down on the ground while Harry lay there panting. He was so exhausted and his skin felt like it was burning. It was a million times worse than anything Harry had ever felt and that's saying something.

Harry lay there motionless, willing his hands and feet to cooperate. He was in a state of shock. He felt like passing out but that would mean certain death. Bella rolled fairly far away but she was beginning to slow down. Move! Wake up! Harry yelled to himself.

Bella was getting up, shaking her head groggily and for a moment she seemed confused… like she had forgotten who she was or what she was doing. Shit shit shit, Harry winced and willed every muscle in his body to move. Slowly, his hand cooperated. He gripped the trunk of the tree for support and his feet came to life. His brain was starting to work… but not yet. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Bella looking around and seeing Edward. Then the cold hard truth came crashing down on her again and she found Harry. She slowly tried to get up, falling a couple of times as she did so.

SHIT! Harry thought. He gripped the tree tightly and used its trunk as support so he could walk. He was unsteady. He felt like a toddler, like he was learning how to walk again. Every part of his body screamed in agony and to top it off his head still hurt from hitting it too hard on the tree. He could see his wand… if he could just walk a few more steps.

Bella was standing up now. She was still clumsy and she kept falling, causing leaves to disperse everywhere. At least that bought him some time. He was five feet away from his wand. Bella was approaching and was running towards him. He'd never make it. Bella was practically a meter away. She was going to jump.

"MOVE!" Harry yelled to himself. He and Bella jumped simultaneously. He landed on the ground, his chin scraping the ground while Bella was hugging his feet. He saw his wand. It was practically inches away from his hands. He reached out for it but it slipped. He kicked at Bella and struggled to get out of her iron grip but his motor skills were not yet working properly and she was fuelled on triple A fan girl batteries.

"Wuahahahaha!" Bella laughed maniacally as she held on tightly and dragged Harry away from his wand. "No magic twig for you!"

"Damn it!" Harry panted and struggled. He was almost there. His fingers were practically gripping the wand's edge. Damn sweaty hands! "Damn you all!" he thought aloud. Fuelled with frustration, he kicked Bella's face so hard that her teeth might've caved in. That felt good.

"Ouch!" Bella let go of Harry as she felt her face with her hands. With one last triumphant squirm Harry managed to grip his wand.

Without thinking about it, Harry rolled to the side, pointed his wand at Bella and yelled, "Crucio!" He finally understood what Bellatrix had said to him. This was the first time that he really meant that spell. His hatred flowed into his blood and through his wand. It felt good, seeing Bella squirm in agony. She was begging… and that made it all better… like cherry on top of the ice cream.

"Edward!" Bella yelled. Harry strengthened the spell. All of Bella's bones were practically bent on weird angles now.

"Shut up!" Harry panted. His eyes burned with hatred. He pulled off an evil laugh as Bella continued wailing. This felt so good. Suddenly he felt something cold… and something so sinister behind him.

"Hello… Harry Potter." A voice came from behind. It was cold and it sounded like a snake's hiss. His heart suddenly sank. His world turned upside down. It was like he was feeling that feeling when he Apparated only it was… endless. Harry stopped his curse. It couldn't be… He killed him. He spun around, his heart beating so fast, it might've jumped from his rib cage.

Then he saw… and he couldn't fucking believe it.