A/N: Ah! The first chapter of Questfallen that I had to write something new! Lol. Until the break of the story, I had everything typed up, so the final part of this chapter I had to make new. And after seeing Phoenix last night I just had to include Bellatrix, because my loathing for her was rekindled once more.
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The three of us Potters then saw Voldemort- the real one, I knew because this time Harry clasped his hand to his scar and was moaning painfully. I went behind him and started to massage his forehead, my poor son, so discomforted! He mouthed "thanks" to me as I helplessly tried to strip away his pain.
"It seems that you don't know me well enough, Potter- Potters," Voldemort said, spitting out our last name. "For I am Lord Voldemort, and I always do as not expected."
James was in a good mood.
"Okay then, why don't you back off, because that's not expected!" he cackled. I stared in terror at him.
"Or why don't I kill you and change my streak of unexpected dependability?" Voldemort asked and I saw James's face fall. He didn't fear death, of course, but he did indeed fear not being able to ever see Harry again (until Harry dies, of course).
"I'd battle you, you know," James said, a bit scared now. "I'd never join you!"
"Of course you'd never join us, how can you join us if you live two dimensions away?"
I wanted to cover Harry's ears, he wasn't an Unspeakable and he wasn't dead, he wasn't supposed to know about the three dimensions (well, sort of, more like two dimensions and a veil), yet I still couldn't. I was too scared for James.
"Ah, trying to protect the innocent, Mudblood?" Voldemort sneered. I stared at him.
"Ah, trying to threaten this 'Mudblood,' Half-Breed?" I retorted back. Suddenly I realized why James was being so defiant, what was the worst that can happen, we'd die? Oh, I am so scared of that. It's not what we'd been living in for so long. And someone needed to stand up to Voldemort.
"I think I am," Voldemort replied, "and seeing as you and your dear husband, or shall I say, ex- husband, are being so very- er, amusing (not) and are clearly wandless, I am going to have to cut this little visit here with Harry short as I kill James."
Voldemort turned to look James in the eye.
"Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light protruded from Voldemort's wand and I gasped. James's face fell; he knew what was happening but still continued to perish anyways. I watched as his limp body suddenly hit the floor, his scream never leaving his body and echoing all over the room. I gasped in terror; Harry did not need to see that again, and I thought, By Merlin's beard help me survive, I can't put too much trauma on Harry, I can't have him go through both of his parent's deaths twice, and he's going to be so confused for the rest of his life if I don't take a little while to explain everything, which could lead him to foolish acts such as killing himself. Please don't have me say any more cheeky comments! If I make another comment quite like what James said, or as I said before, the Half-Breed comment I might as well commit suicide!
Harry looked up at me as he saw James die as if saying "don't die too." I couldn't help it. I started to shake; trying my best to not cry, why couldn't I have been dead then so I wouldn't have to worry about tears?
"What do you want with Harry and me?" I asked Voldemort. One thing I knew that Voldemort loved was talking; he could drabble on for hours at a time, almost like Dumbledore. Of course, I couldn't compare anything else from Voldemort to Dumbledore besides power and courage. They were complete opposites; evil and good.
"Frankly, I want to kill Harry," Voldemort replied, "It seems that he just loves to have our little encounter, and then a chitchat, and possibly a duel almost once every year. With you on my hands, I can torture Harry a bit more."
"That's stupid; I can just sacrifice myself so Harry will be protected again from you! You can not touch him!" I yelped. Voldemort, however, smiled.
"And who's blood did I use to create my new body?" he asked. I didn't know. Why was Voldemort asking me such a stupid question? I then looked at Harry's face and saw that he knew the answer- for reasons unknown. "Mine," Harry said in a clear voice. I shuddered, knowing that it had to be true, and then I realized that my blood also was in Voldemort's body, as was James's. My blood was pouring through the veins of the one that had killed me, killed many, tortured more- it was as if a part of me was him, and I had to fight myself.
"Now, I feel like being amused, and maybe Lucius can redeem himself, so, Mudblood, why don't you duel with him?"
"Playing with snakes is my specialty," I said. And I am about to kick ass, I thought.
Then Lucius appeared, apparently his Dark Lord had been angry when he had been mistaken for James. He bowed at Voldemort and then turned to me.
"Go on, bow," I said, talking to Lucius. "You have to. Common courtesy."
"Well, I guess I'm not so nice then," Lucius replied. He took out his wand and then I gasped. I didn't have mine! I looked at Voldemort to see if he'd offer me one. Wait a minute, that's stupid Lily, I thought, you are going to trust the man that killed you and sent you to a portal for sixteen years in the first place? Someone's a bit thick.
Voldemort then opened his mouth.
"Seeing as the Mudblood is wandless, why don't you offer her your wand, Harry?" Voldemort asked Harry. Unwillingly Harry waddled up to me and offered me his wand. "Good luck, mum," he whispered in my ear. "Thanks," I replied and hugged him.
I took Harry's wand, it probably wouldn't work as well for me as it did for him, but nonetheless it was better than nothing. I grasped it in my left hand (I was left handed, after all) and started to test it out, waving the wand ("Lumos!"). It wasn't so bad, probably not my first pick of wands, yet I could still master it. I pointed my wand at Lucius as he pointed mine at his.
If I were ten years old I might have laughed at all of this. I would've thought that I'd be scared for my life of a gun, or a bomb, or something like that, not a bit of stick and some magical creature core. If I had read about that in any book, I'd have thought, "Oh, I'm sure I could take it on, all I'd have to do is take my wand and call for the authorities to arrive." But it just doesn't work that way.
"Crucio!" Lucius yelped. The spell hit me all of a sudden, and I felt immense pain, this must have been what it was like to be Alice or Frank Longbottom. I started to fight the spell, and finally I could hold my wand while hovering in the air.
"Diffindo!" At that moment I saw Lucius struggle, trying not to have himself split in half. I smiled at that, and the Crucio curse wore off of me. And at long last I pointed Harry's wand at Lucius, knowing what I must do. All of my rage bubbled up inside of me, my rage of Iago, my rage of Lucius, my rage of that stupid marriage, of being kept inside of the portal, being ripped from Harry and everything else I loved,
"Avada Kedavra!"
Was that my voice? Oh dear Merlin I think it was, and then... something flopped to the floor and died. All I know is that I heard a scream of death. And I saw Lucius standing parallel to me, completely fine.
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Lucius looked at me menacingly. "The Dark Lord," he repeated over and over again, "but his horcruxes? He shouldn't be dead- oh the Dark Lord, please come and save me now-" He continued to mutter to himself, pacing, his blond hair dancing in fear.
Harry's eyes bulged out, and then I instantly took recollection of what had happened. I had used the killing curse against Lord Voldemort. And he wasn't there anymore.
Out of the shadows came a rather grotesque woman, with long black hair and a wretched aura to her. I turned around. Bellatrix Lestrange. Sirius's cousin, who was a Death Eater that we all hated. I faced her, and she turned to Lucius.
"The Dark Lord isn't dead," Bellatrix told him lightly. "So don't be upset. Just kill the Mudblood and Potter and get it over with, the Dark Lord has instructed you to- it would help him greatly, only one more of his horcruxes have been destoryed… but certainly not all, so he'll live…"
I threw Harry's wand to him- knowing that he would be able to use it much more than I. And in his eyes, although the same exact ones as me, I could see James in them- his courage, his strength. He pointed the wand at Bellatrix.
"Avada Kedavra," Harry hissed. Bellatrix looked livid. She stared at him for a few moments, and then she was dead. Lucius seemed rather appalled. He appareted quite quickly, no doubt to reunite himself with his master.
"Harry, come," I told him, as he neared me. He was crying. He had never killed anyone before; and even though it was Bellatrix Lestrange, it was probably a hard lesson for him to master.
"She killed Sirius," Harry explained, "and she almost killed us. I- I had to kill her. But I didn't mean to feel this way." Harry began to cry again, and I wiped away his tears with my hands as we apparated away from the scene. Harry, who was able to apparate by now, took me to a place he called The Burrow, in which was his friend Ron's house.
Well, I guess I had a lot of explaining to do then.
A/N: Okay, since I know I'm going to get lost of questions about this let me explain.
Lily killed ONE of Voldemort's horcruxes- the one he was currently using to regain his body. Harry killed Bellatrix- but Lucius, in fear of being killed by them too, retreated to go look for Voldemort again to help him immediately- not like the thirteen year gap between when the killing curse backfired onto Harry and he was reborn in fourth year... yeah yeah yeah. Just saying, in case anyone was confused.
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