Chapter Ten: Shield

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Rachelle: Lemme get my armor back on, then I'll show you who's boss.

Anakin: Nah, not aloud sorry.

Feuer: *breathes out angrily, eyes menacingly staring at Anakin*

Anakin: Hah*nervously scratches his neck* you can. Nevermi-*runs away*

Rachelle: *triumphant*

Usual POV

The battle raged on like a hurricane, destroying almost everthing it its path. Rachelle had managed to slip her armor back on, well most of it. Her helmet had managed to get his with the killing curse, causing it to disappear. So she fought with the scale armor, the sword, and the shield. Her dragon loomed outside, keeping in all the Death Eaters that decided to join the fight instead of flee, like the Malfoy's.

She twirled the sword in her hand, a bit dramatically of course, while holding up her shield to block an oncoming curse. Then, after deflecting it, she plunged her sword into the stomach of the Death Eater that tested her. Her eyes went to Ginny, who managed to pick a fight with Bellatrix, her mother. Rachelle quikcly stepped in front of her, putting the shield up to protect the both of them. The curse hit the shield with deaily accuracy, aimed right at Ginny.

"Gin, run." she said, pointing to George. "Go to George." Ginny listened, running towards her older brother to help him with the fight he was in. Rachelle, then, threw down the shield, and the armor came off. The sword changed back into her wand, and she was in her old clothes.

Bellatrix smiled. "So, Rachey? Come to die?" she said, taunting her daughter. "Just like your father."

"Don't you say a damn thing about my father." she growled at her mother.

Bellatrix glared, and flung a curse. Rachelle blocked it. This routine lasted for all of five minutes, Bellatrix flinging spells at her daughter and her daughter blocking them with great difficulty. Finally, Bellatrix diswanded her daughter and stood over her.

"Daddy can't save you now." she said, casting a spell, but it was block. By Molly Weasley.

She glared. "Your own daughter?" Her red hair was in disarry from mourning, and her skin and dress were covered with soot and ash from fighting a war. She looked crazed, because how long had it been since Molly had fought? Maybe a while, but who knew.

"She has to die, because she was a mistake." replied Bellatrix, stepping back to the edge of a fallen pillar and stepping on it, not loosing her balance once. Molly, of course, followed her, wand drawn and ready to fight.

Molly glared. "Not a mistake, your daughter." repeated Molly, stepping onto the pillar. She kept her eyes on Bellatrix's, looking for any sign of weakness or backing away.

"Hah!" she laughed. "Not mine! I disowned her. Just like her father was disowned."

Molly then smiled a bit. "Tha'ts right, not your's. Mine. So stay away from my daughter, you bitch."

Bellatux glared at her, then flung curses her way, smiling evilly as she did it. Molly blocked them, stepping back a bit with a surprised looked on her face. She looked flustered, for one, but when it was her turn to fight back, she did. Curses began to fly out her wand, flying towards the surprised Bellatrix as she backed up a foot each step. Bellatrix, then, lost her balance and was vulnerable for the slightest second.

That's all Molly needed.

She flung the killing curse right at Bellatrix's heart, killing her instantly. The last emotion Bellatrix portrayed was surprise as her eyes bulged and her mouth fell open as she fell backwards onto a stack of Death Eater bodies.

A scream rang from across the Great Hall, and a curse came right at Molly. Rachelle felt the need to jump in front of her and block the spell, but someone else did it for her. Harry Potter blocked the spell, invisibility cloak falling carelessly off of his shoulders. His face portrayed anger and rage, but also something else. Pity? Rachelle seemed confused, but stepped back like everyone else, Death Eater and Hogwarts defenders alike. In the middle of the circle were the two destined to fight to the death: Voldemort and Harry Potter.

"Ahh, Harry Potter. They boy who lived. I thought I killed you." said Voldemort, his eyes engraged.

Harry shrugged. "Seems like it didn't stay, Tom."

Voldemort, fueled with rage, flung a spell at Harry, to which Harry met him with another. And the real fight began.

But Rachelle noticed something, and she cursed to herself. "The damned snake!" She then slipped away from the crowd to go and hunt the snake down, or try to find Neville. Because Neville had the sword.