Chapter Seven

Ash looked down at Belle, her body shuddering with sobs, pressed against his body. He was a monster. He should've held her back, should've protected her, and this never would've happened. "This is all my fault," he muttered. Belle tried to protest, but Ash shook his head.

"I should've persisted. I didn't want to fight, I knew it was dangerous. I should've been honest, I should've made us go into hiding, I shouldn't have been so damn rash!" He wanted to hit something. He wanted to scream at the world to go away, to leave him and Belle alone. Why are you cursing us? he thought. We've done nothing wrong.

Belle looked at him. "No it isn't your fault. Non of this is your fault. I made the decision for myself to fight." He didn't believe her. The clock clicked hour. Everyone froze for a second. Everything, everyone was waiting for Voldemort's attack. Nothing happened. They sent Teddy out to go check. As he rushed out, heart broken, everyone tried to calm down.

Ash was still breaking down. This was getting annoying. Walking straight up to him, wrapping her arms around his face she snogged him. Right there. And she didn't even care one bit.

Teddy soon rushed back in, a look of terror was spread across his face. "Their here! Harry's dead!" he exclaimed. An uproar broke out. She could hear Ginny scream.

Ash looked at Belle in amazement as she pulled away. A few people wolf-whisteled, but they turned to screams of terror as Teddy rushed back through the door and told them the terrible news. Reinforments were on their way, and The Chosen One was dead.

They walked through the oak front doors. Voldemort was in the lead, and directly next to him was the half-giant gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creaters proffessor, Rubeus Hagrid. Ash really like Hagrid, but he looked terrible right now; his face was bruised and bloody, and his beard was tangled with tears. He kept looking down at the figure in his arms like he couldn't believe it.

As Voldemort approached, he flicked his wand and everybody went silent. The screams of horror, the slanderbeaking of Voldemort and his army, everything disappeared. Then he spoke. "Look what you have done. Harry Potter is dead. You must now all bow to me!"

"WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER!" a voice yelled from the crowd, and Voldemort's spell broke. Voldemort's lips curled awfully. "SILENCE!" he yelled, flicking his wand, and they were silenced once more. "Who was that?" Voldemort was deathfully quit. "I'm going to lift this spell. I wish only for the speaker to step forward." He flicked his wand once more, and Neville proudly stepped forward. There were several gasps from the crowd.

Voldemort smiled maliciously. "Well, well. Longbottom, isn't it?" Neville nodded stiffly. "Well. You will all now see what happens to the fools that disobey me! A new dawn of wizarding rule is approaching. You can follow me, and be rewarded, or go the same direction as this fool, and be killed off one-by-one."

Voldemort reached behind him, and one of his cronies handed him a tattered, patched hat with a wide rip around the rim. The Sorting Hat. He walked forward and placed it on Neville's head. It abrubtly burst into flames. The only sound that filled the night air was Neville's screams.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

Annabelle looked at Ash as everyone ran out to greet Voldemort, and mourn over the dead Chosen One. Rushing out she saw all of the death eaters. Scowling, she wondered which one killed her sister. She wished they were dead, rotting in hell. Belle pushed herself to the front to comfort Ginny, who was breaking down because he was dead. From inside you could hear screaming "no!"

Once Neville was literally put on fire hell broke out. People started to scream; shouting swears towards Voldemort and his followers. Some even got into fist fights with death eaters. She was glad Teddy wasn't in a head on beat match with one of the death eaters. He was so aggressive when it came to stuff like that. But no one went for Neville who was screaming in pain.

Annabelle couldn't help it anymore. Screaming for Neville she ran from the crowd, she heard Ash, Ginny, Teddy, and others to not do it. She pretty much tackled Neville, sending the hat flying off his head. Voldemort's slit if eyes began to grow bigger. "STOP! STOP ALL OF YOU!" he bellowed over the fights. Everyone died down eventually. Some of the fighting people stopped in mid punch to Voldemort's orders. She pushed the weak Neville back, protecting him from Neville's next move.

Voldemort's lips curved into a wicked smile. "What do we have hear? A Black?" There were some chuckles and head shakes from the Death Eaters. Gasps from her side. Annabelle's lips trembled.

"I am a Greene. Annabelle Greene." She said proudly. A tall, burly man stepped out of the crowd and whispered something in his ear, 'They were disowned.' and other things she couldn't make out.

"Hows the family?" asked the burly man, Mr. LeStrange. He snickered. Annabelle turned very pale. Teddy stepped out of the crowed.

"Dead. Thanks to you!" he exclaimed. All the death eaters laughed.

"Theodor. You would make a attrition to our team. So strong." Voldemort pressured.

"Don't say yes!" exclaimed Annabelle. Voldemort laughed, followed by forced laughed. Teddy looked at Annabelle saying: "I wasn't going to sis."

"How heartwarming." Voldemort laughed. Mr. LeStrange stepped forward.

"You don't have a heart!" yelled someone from the crowd. Voldemort scowled.

"Come forward, who ever said that." he called, scanning the horizon. LeStrange stepped out as no one came. Grabbing his knife he grabbed Belle by the chin and dragged the sharpened blade down the side of her face. "Or Miss Black get's it." Voldemort finished. Blood trickled down Annabelle's dirty face. She could feel drops of blood coming from her neck were the blade sat. And she knew exactly who shouted that.

Ash regretted shouting it as he watched LeStrange pull the blade on Belle. He rushed forward. "Stop!" he yelled, voice cracking pathetically. He pulled his wand a took a menacing but brave step forward. LeStrange laughed, and all the other Death Eaters followed suit, even Voldemort himself. Ash saw his chance, and knew there might not be another one. They were momentarily distracted. Ash slowly lifted his wand. Any sudden movements would alert the crowd of his appearance. He pointed his wand directly at the disgusting man's forehead. His eyes made contact with Belle's, and he knew she understood; Get Out Of The Way.

He mouthed the countdown. One, Two... THREE! Belle ducked out of the distracted man's arms, just as Ash screamed a curse, sending LeStrange flying backwards.

LeStrange wasn't dead, just dazed for moments. Everyone just stood there looking from Belle to Ash to Neville to LeStrange and over again in a cycle. That cycle repeated until Voldemort spoke up. "You can never learn." lifting his wand in the air he sent the dark mark, green and glittering gloomy over the castle.

"FIGHT!" screamed Seamus. Everyone charged, again full on battle. Belle started to fight but Neville came running.

"Please get away from here." he asked. "I don't want you getting hurt." with that he ran away; fighting a black haired lady. Belle looked at Ash. Running from the scene they ducked behind a pillar. She could hear wailing. Turning her head she saw Teddy on the ground, with Mr. LeStrange right on his neck. Teddy flashed a glance at here. Quickly turning away before she saw the fate of her brother. Annabelle was about to go run but a hand held her back.

Ash held her back. She would never make it in time. It was no use. He felt terrible. And not just the sick-to-my-stomach terrible feeling, the I-am-a-spoiled-brat-and-I-deserve-to-die terrible feeling. Belle had now lost her whole family to the Dark Arts. Ash had lost nothing. He was a spoiled brat.

Annabelle breathed heavily. She turned back around. Why was she hiding? Why was she, this wasn't were she was supposed to be! Her job was to fight to the death. And that was not what Annabelle was doing. She was sitting there, like a loser, waiting while everyone else gave up their lives for her. Once Annabelle was turned around she looked for her brother. He, and LeStrange were gone; vanished. Was Teddy dead? She never heard a manly scream since the time she turned around. Not thinking, she jumped up running into battle, Annabelle could hear Neville screaming to get out of the way. But she didn't move out of the way, she got herself into a fight with a very young death eater.

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LeStrange didn't really kill Theodor, he was just... injured. Leaving him moaning on the floor, his knife bloody. "Have fun." He smirked running off, LeStrange looked around for anyone. He spotted Annabelle running away from her beloved and he smirked for he had a chance. Right there. A mudblood waiting to get what They deserve. Pain. Sneaking up of the boy he wrapped his arms around Ash's mouth. "'ello precious." Using a death grip he pinned Ash to the floor. "Let's have some fun." he laughed, taking his knife out.

Ash's scream caught in his throat. He gagged, the man smelled so terrible. His vision was blurred with pain, for the man's knees dug into his elbows as he pinned him down. The man snarled viscious things, but the only thing Ash made out was the metallic swish of a blade being flicked open. Ash started squirming even hard. He tried to scream out, but for the first time, he realized the man had his hand over Ash's mouth. How convenient. Ash bit down. Hard.

The man pulled his hand away, and was momentarily distracted. But before Ash could take any further action, the man turned to Ash and placed a silencing charm on him. He smirked and bent over Ash's arm, and set to work. Ash knew LeStrange was carving his arm, maybe cutting it off. His arm was on fire, but then it became numb. Maybe LeStrange had hit a nerve. Ash felt warm blood trickle down his arm, he saw it creep up the sleeve of his robes.

"There," LeStrange said, maliciously. "All done." And as he pulled away, Ash saw what he had done. He had carved the word 'mudblood' into Ash's arm. Ash couldn't cry out, he couldn't gasp, he couldn't scream, but he felt warm tears sliding down his already-tear, dirt-, and blood-streaked face. LeStrange laughed and went off to terrorize someone else. Ash suddenly realized how drained he felt. The wounds were bleeding ferocioulsy; he was about to faint from bloodloss. He tried to keep a grip on reality.

Annabelle didn't defeat the witch, she was defeated. Well that's what she thought anyways. She was pinned down, the ladies knees digging into her body. Moaning, she tried to kick off, but no use. "What do we have here?" the lady sneered. Her voice was so familiar. Bellatrix. She was dead!

"You're supposed to be dead!" Belle exclaimed, her head being jointed back by Bellatrix's dirty hands. Bellatrix laughed uncontrollable.

"Me dead? Ginevra Weasly hit me!" she laughed, her high voice ringing. "Annie, you cannot win against me! I was and am the Dark Lord's most loyal servant. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little girl, can never hope to compete." Annabelle tried to get up, but it was no use. Bellatrix chuckled, pulling out her wand. She shouted her favourite curse, making Annabella scream, kicking the ground intensively.

"I was going to just kill you but I would like to see you be tourchered unto insanity first." snickering she did it twice more. Annabelle feet were kicking the ground so hard, the only thing she could move. "This is what you deserve Anna! And you mudblood friend. He's already finished, so is your brother." Out of the corner of her tearing eyes she saw Bellatrix's husband putting away his knife walking over to them, blocking anything at ease.

"No!" Annabelle screamed. What had happened to Ash? She was just rewarded by another curse. Crying she gave up. Muffled words came out of her mouth.

Ash saw LeStrange flick his wand in Ash's direction. He knew he had lifted the silencing charm, but he was too weak to murmer anything other then a croaky "Belle." Ash saw LeStrange and his wife's figure seem to shimmer as they looked down at Belle's twitching body on the ground. Wait, LeStrange's wife? Bellatrix was still alive? Ash went to push himself up, but his injured arm buckled under him. He heard Belle's screaming cease for a moment. He cried out with pain as his arm throbbed agonizingly. Belle and the LeStranges turned towards him.

Annabelle screamed out Ash. The glittering blood seeping out from the deep cut words of mudblood. "You're a monster." she screamed tried getting up but Bellatrix was too strong. Mr. LeStrange laughed, flicking his wand at her, a result of her kicking the ground in pain again, she felt herself starting to fade.

"Stupid little girl." he muttered, kicking his black metal toed boot straight to Annabelle's stomach. She crunched over in pain. Looking over at Ash, she closed her eyes.

Ash willed himself to have the strength to push himself up. Using one hand and his teeth, he ripped a piece off of the hem of his robes, and wrapped it around his arm tightly. This stopped the bleeding a little, but not enough. Oh well, he thought. It had to wait.

Tucking the injured arm into the hollow of his chest, he used his good arm to push himself off the ground. The sudden change of motion made his head spin, causing him to sway a little on the spot. He regained himself quickly though, and slowly walked towards the LeStrange's and Belle.

The LeStranges still had their back to him, so they were unaware of his approach. Quietly and slowly, Ash pulled his wand with his good hand. "Revenge," he whispered, and the LeStrange's turned. Quickly Ash brough his wand slashing through the air. He screamed the unforgiving words. A jet of green light entered Bella's chest, and she fell to the ground. Her husband stared in horror, and before he could react, Ash gave him the same treatment.

After he fell to the ground, Ash did the same. He was so drained. He was having trouble keeping his grip on reality. Everything was becoming blurry, and the ground raced towards him. He landed with a thud that made his arm throb, but he didn't cry out. He didn't have enough energy. He lay on the ground, next to Belle.

She watched as her Aunt and Uncle fell to the ground, meeting there deaths. Belle tried to stand but it was no use. To weak. The pain in her stomach began the spread, making the after shock of the 5 horrible curses even more intense. A tear ran her face.

Neville, Ginny, and Ron's attention few to the dead Lestange family as well as them. They tried to get over to them but they were blocked by death eaters. Teddy was no were to be seen.

"Ash." she breathed. There were curses flying everywhere. He saw Harry Potter and Voldemort duelling. "Tell Teddy I love him." With that she closed her eyes, laying there.

"No..." Ash could barley comprehend what was happening. "No, Belle, don't die... Don't be dead... Don't, please!" He started to cry. He didn't even realize that Harry had apperently come back from the dead. The only thing that was happening in the world was that the love of his life was laying next to him, dead or dying.

Teddy's POV

He was dead. He knew he was dead. Teddy could feel the pain unclosing him. Liftig his hand from the stab wound her cried out. Ok, so he wasn't dead. Great. But was Annie? Or George or even Ash? He wanted get up and fight but the pain if the poisoned dagger confirmed him to get up and run. His pretty face was covered in blood. He aced all over. Teddy remembered how Bella though he was dead. What if she died thinking he was? No! That wouldnt be good! Then he remembered Rose. Didn't even get to say good bye. He started to cry, warm tears rolling down his face. Harry and Voldemort were fighting, Harry was yelling something about love. His mind began to scream at him. You forgot about Jordan. Oh no! He forgot he came with her to fight, he didt see her. Jordan was his girl friend. She had long, wavy, dark hair and piercing green eyes. They loved each other, went to school together, everything. What if he lost everyone?

Ash admitted defeat. He slumped onto the ground and sobbed. He had lost Belle. Forever. Gone, forever, just like that. And he had layed there, on the ground, like the pathetic little boy he is, and let it happen. He had let the injury take control, let the injury stop him from saving her. He could never, would never forgive himself. If Teddy was still alive, he would never forgive Ash either.

Ash rolled onto his side, pressing his injured arm into the ground. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. The physical pain took his mind off the mental pain. Rose was dead. Teddy was probably dead. Jordan was probably dead. Belle was dead. He was almost dead. He would never get to say goodbye to his parents, to his sister.

He thought of them, remembered them, honored them. His mother, Karla, her chocolate brown eyes like warm cookies, made of love. His father, Kurt, his caloused woodman's hands bigger than Ash's face, but gentler than a baby's. His little sister, Miranda, who showed magic potention, but had not yet begun her education. She might not ever now. Hogwarts and all the other magical schools were bound to be taken over by the Dark Arts. Ash hoped his muggle parents caught wind of what happened. He hoped they found out how he died, so they wouldn't be stuck wondering for the rest of eternity.

He remembered Belle. Her soft strawberry blonde hair, her wind-chime laugh, the one time she had kissed him, willingly. They could've had years. He remembered Rose. The little girl, brave enough to be a Gryffindor, so little, so young, so precious. She could've had a long and happy life. He closed his eyes, possibly for the final time. He had nothing to live for anymore. The world around him was ending as the dawn broke.

Jordan's POV

Well this wasn't going as planned. Maybe the whole 'stay alive' part was going well but what about 'make sure Teddy was alive'? She hadn't talked to him since they kisses good luck how many hours ago? She had seen him, right after Ginny hit Bellatrix. Who, was still alive, and possibly dead now. Who knew. She hoped Teddy was alive, as well as Belle, George and Ash. Jordan heard about the deaths of Fred and Rose. And how she regretted not being there to help Teddy threw it. But at the same time she rejoiced for she didn't have to witness the beautiful face she knows and loves look so miserable, as though some of his heart was ripped out with them.

She saw Ash, crying so she urged herself to got and help him. Jordan looked as though she was barley touched, even though she had been fighting. Jordan graduated 1st in everyone of her classes as well as voted Most Likely to be Successful as well as Most Promising Couple with Teddy in the graduating Ravenclaw class. One of the happiest days of her life. How she remembered how Annabelle, Ash, and the twins went banana's at the year book with Jordan and Teddy's couple picture and Jordan's model looking picture with books her friend, who died today, submitted.

But before she got there Dawn came and Harry was defeating Voldemort. With that, Voldemort dropped to the floor, ice cold. Everyone stopped, dropping their wands. He was dead! The man that terrorised them for the past year was finally dead. Defeated. They erupted in cheers. Death Eaters started fleeing the scene, knowing that their fate would result as imprisonment. The only family that staid were the Malfoy's, who were looking for their precious son, Teddy's cousin.

Trying to find Ash she yelled his name, searching for his pretty face threw the crowd. She finally found him, kneeing next to the figure that resembled Teddy so much. Annabelle. "Annabelle." she whispered, collapsing no here. "No." She couldn't be - dead. Her complexion looked like she had been experiencing a lot if pain. What would Teddy say?

Teddy's POV

He heard happy cheers echoing down the empty hallway. Teddy tried to smile. They finished him. Harry finished him. His blood lose was so sever, he himself wasn't sure he was going to make it. At least he tried, and died trying. Which meant he tried hard enough. Moaning he leaned against the wall. Tell Jordan I love her. Tell Annie to be strong. Tell Ash to keep Annie healthy and beautiful. Tell Bellatrix to curl up an die in a hole. She deserved to die, so did her husband. Mr. LeStrange told him that he killed Rose, beat up Annie. I told him Rose was worth nothing, pathetic little girl. How Annie was too weak survive in the modern day world. It was as though it was a wake up call: 'Hey! Evil kicked you arse. Get used to it.'

He heard footsteps down the hall. Well more like three. All coming his way. Teddy rejoiced in his mind. But that drained more quickly then he hoped. The Malfoy's. The bleach blonde family. Noble family. His family. They paused, staring at him. Lucius gave him a scowl before turning his black cape to leave. Narcissa didn't even give him a sideways glance. But Draco did. That annoying little blasted who tormented his sister absurd friend. He stopped, examining him. "Father. Theodor is hurt."

"He doesn't concern you." his father snapped, turning around sharply on his heels. "Draco, let us go." Narcissa nodded in agreement.

"No. They might be disowned. But they are our flesh and blood." Draco protested. Bending down he looked at Teddy. All Teddy wanted to do is snap at the boy he didn't need his help. But the truth is, he needed his help. The Malfoy's cleaned up his blood, they didn't bandage anything, for they had nothing.

"Stand up." ordered Lucius. Teddy tried, though he failed making him fall back down. Lucius rolled his eyes disapprovingly. Draco and Narcissa helped Teddy up, dragging him back to the main scene. Everyone was to busy rejoicing ti notice. Teddy still was in so much pain, though it wasn't as bad as before. Narcissa and Draco laid Teddy down.

"Good luck." Draco said, actually smiling for once. Teddy nodded, ad the family ran off. Maybe he did have a chance to survive...