This one is not humorous. The other three were mostly just for humorous vengeance. This one is more along the lines of what the "Catharsis" series was meant to be. Something that gives that sort-of "completeness" to ending a villain or a sense of justice.
It's honestly the most satisfying chapter I've written for either Catharsis series, in my opinion.
Don't own Harry Potter
-Crow
Bellatrix Lestrange was dodging spells left and right with her fellow Death Eaters in her Master's raid on Hogwarts.
So far, she'd killed as many of the muggleborn and anti-Voldemort pureblood students as she could find. Conveniently, all of her darling Slytherin cousins were safely tucked away in their dormitories. Everything was going exactly as she and her glorious Master had hoped.
She rounded a corner to find five aurors all standing with wands at the ready. Within seconds, multiple stunners and spells were being shot from their side. She smirked that none of them were the familiar green of the Killing Curse.
"Aww, are da ickle aurors afwaid to use da Big Bad Killing Curse?" She simpered mockingly. "Well, that's a shame, 'CAUSE I SURE AS HELL AM NOT!"
True to her word, she sent countless green beams at everyone from behind her defenses. It didn't matter if they hit friend or foe. If any Death Eaters fell to her spells, they were weak and unworthy of her Master.
She continued on until all of them had either retreated or died.
Smirking at the destruction, Bellatrix sauntered over to the dead bodies, giving them a solid kick for good insult. Her maniacal laughter mingled with the battle sounds, creating a terrifying cacophony of Hell.
Her laughter cut short as she saw an older boy in tattered Hogwarts uniform walk from behind a pillar. He held his wand steadily at the mad witch with solid determination in his eyes.
She sneered at him. "Well, well. I'll enjoy killing you especially. Crucio!"
The young man's body twitched in the obvious agony of the curse, but he remained standing. With immense willpower, he fired a stunning curse. The red beam forced the witch to end the connection and dodge. The young man quickly recovered and took cover behind a collapsed wall.
The spells ricocheted and blasted apart brickwork of the ancient school. Green crossed fire with red, yellow, orange, and white spells that the boy had learned in his Hogwarts career.
Bellatrix shouted out into the battlefield. "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, BRAT! I'VE KILLED COUNTLESS PEOPLE! TORTURED THEM TO THE POINT OF LUNACY! I AM SUPERIOR IN EVERY WAY! HOW DO YOU THINK YOU EVEN STAND A CHANCE OF BEATING ME?! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHEHEEHEHAHAHAHAAA- achghghgghg."
The mad cackles suddenly changed into a sickening gurgle. Confused, the insane witch placed her hand to her throat and took it off to find her hand completely red. Even then, she looked down and saw blood drizzling onto the flagstones.
Her brain dimmed from blood loss, but focused on the one thought. 'I don't believe it. Years of avoiding countless Auror spells well beyond N.E.W.T. levels and this boy was able to do me in by a second-year cutting charm.'
She smiled in a form of demented humor. 'Brilliant.'
She sank to her knees and quickly to in an awkward fetal position. She heard the *clack* of footsteps on the pavement as the boy approached her.
As she felt herself slipping away, she focused on her killer.
A battle-worn Neville Longbottom knelt down close enough and said. "For my mum and dad."
AN: I fully support the concept of an absolute badass Neville.
It also just felt... right to have him be the one to kill her off. A lot more satisfying in my opinion, but it was fun to see Mrs. Weasely go all mama-bear on her in the cannon.
I always wondered that. So many simple spells, if used correctly, could kill them and be a lot more subtle about it. It's always the flashy wandwaving and bright, clear, HERE-I-AM-DODGE-ME! beam spells. If only wizards would just use some common sense or some imagination. Though, I suppose Rowling had to keep it PG.
Shame.
I hope you enjoyed this installment.
Sincerely,
-Crow
