Chapter 14
~ The Shakespearean Tragedy ~
~ Part Two ~
At any other time and place, and under any other circumstances, it might have been quite funny. The two largest men on the field were flying around on broomsticks through the air, one chasing after the other.
Perhaps their weight kept them from wanting to run too far, or perhaps they just happened to get on the brooms and charge after one another. Regardless, Hagrid, who really missed Sirius Black's Motorcycle right now, found himself flying through the air, trying to nail Crabbe with any spell he could. Problem was, it was so blasted hard to fly and point the wand at the same time. The Quidditch players made this all seem so easy, but it wasn't, Hagrid was finding out.
"Ye little pint!" Hagrid yelled out. "Why don' we take this to the groun' an' fight like men!"
"Cause, you big oaf, we're wizards! This is what we do!"
"Ye're not the smartest of the smarts, are ye?" Hagrid asked, glaring at Crabbe. "Ye could fight better on the ground, ya know?"
"Shut up, ugly!" Crabbe yelled. He pointed his wand and yelled out the Cruciatus spell, but Hagrid dodged it, spinning precariously on his broom.
"Come ere, ya little pint!" Hagrid yelled, charging at Crabbe.
Crabbe turned and darted down at the ground, Hagrid following closely.
At the last second, showing surprising nimbleness for his size, Crabbe pulled up and darted inches from the ground.
Hagrid wasn't so lucky. He charged down and tried to pull up, but couldn't get the broom to pull up in time. He slammed into the ground and rolled along the ground, sending deep drifts of snow flying out.
"Bloody–"
Before Hagrid could finish, he saw Crabbe circling around and pointing his wand at the large man. A spell shot out from his wand, but Hagrid rolled over, barely avoiding the attack.
He quickly pointed up his wand and yelled out "Stupefy!" The spell missed as Crabbe shot past Hagrid, kicking snow up and knocking the Giant down.
Crabbe rolled around and yelled "Expelliarmus!"
Hagrid felt his wand shoot out from his hand.
"What are ya gonna do, now, stupid!" Crabbe laughed, circling up and stopping in mid-air.
"What do you think," Hagrid asked, smiling. "I'm a giant. I'll do what Giants do."
Hagrid reached out with his hand and ripped a huge boulder out from the ground. He turned and launched it at the young man floating at the ground.
Crabbe's eyes went wide. Thinking as quick as he could, he pointed his wand and shot out a blast, destroying the boulder. "Ha!" he yelled out, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
However, another boulder was in the air in an instant. Crabbe blew it out of the air, as well as the next one. However, they came too fast, and the third nailed him, sending him flying to the ground.
Hagrid ran over, picked the young man up by his head and punched him, knocking him out.
Dropping the boy and swiping his hands back and forth to clean them off, he laughed. "An' he calls me stupid."
Hagrid looked up and stopped. A sudden blast rang out and the ground began shaking under his feet. He saw a large explosion of black light shoot out back at the main battlefield, and a cloud of black mist rushed out in a great circle.
Hagrid gasped, turned, and was overrun by the mist. He fell to the ground, landing hard. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he felt a great sleepiness fall over him. He realized quickly that death was knocking at the doors. He figured he had no choice but to answer.
***
"You are a fool, if you truly think you can defeat Lord Voldemort!" Aurora yelled. She and Fleur stood ten yards apart, wands at their sides, ready to strike. "Don't you see, Frenchie, I don't want to fight. Especially in such a wasteful battle."
"You doo not want to fight?" Fluer asked. "Then why don' you surren'er?"
"Because, Lord Voldemort would never allow such a thing, you fool. Don't you find this fighting absurd. We should not be killing each other. Lord Voldemort does not want Wizards dead. He only believes that we should have a right to live freely, not avoiding the Muggles."
"You are a baffoon, if you are to believe this," Fleur said. "'E attacke' our friends, our family. E is no peaceful man."
"C'mon, Frenchie, why don't you just drop your wand, then maybe we can both just walk away from this battle alive, huh?"
Fleur smiled. "Are you afrai' to die?"
"Yes," Aurora said, a smile showing. "I am very afraid of needlessly dying. Aren't you?"
"I woul' rather die, then serve tha' pig," Fleur said, spitting on the ground. "After all e did to my houme, my school, e deserves to die."
"Then, you are missing the bigger picture, Frenchie. Voldemort doesn't want you to serve, you fool, he only wants to rule. You would never have to see him if you don't want to."
"An' all I ave to do ees betray my friends?" Fleur asked. "Dat would be de day."
"Friends?" Aurora asked. "You don't even know any of them. If memory serves you didn't want anything to do with any of them when you first met them. Why would you consider yourself a friend?"
"You would not un'erstand," Fleur said. "They are noble, they care, an' they are my friends, no matter wha' you say."
"Oh, but Frenchie, we could be so much better as–"
"Woul' you shut up!" Fleur yelled, raising her wand. "You will no' turn me. Nothing your silveur tongue can say will change my mind."
"Tis a shame, then, Frenchie. I looked forward to getting to know you," Aurora said. "I hate having to kill you."
"You will ave much difficulty doin' so," Fleur said confidently.
Fluer smiled and yelled "Stupefy!" the wand shot a blast, which Aurora was able to dodge, rolling across the ground. She quickly rolled to her knees and pointed her own wand.
The two began exchanging blows, knocking one another back with simple spells. Aurora lost her wand twice, but was able to roll and get it back both times. Finally, she got the upper hand.
An explosion nearby from the battle still raging behind them knocked Fluer forward a few steps, and Aurora called out "Crucio!"
Fleur dropped her wand and fell to the ground hard, crying out and holding her sides.
Fleur walked up and stood over the girl, a wide grin on her face. "You had your chance, Frenchie," she said.
Holding the wand steady, she whispered, "Avada Kadevara."
A great green flash poured out from the wand, and Fleur stopped holding her sides. Her hands fell to the snow limp. The falling snow began to stick to her white hair and eyebrows.
"Such a waste, Frenchie, such a waste."
Aurora turned and started to head back when the ground began shaking. She fell to the ground, slipping on the snow. When she looked up, a cloud of Black mist shot across the snow, engulfing her and Fleur.
Aurora felt very sleepy all of a sudden, and fell to the snow. A bright light suddenly appeared from nowhere, and she felt something pulling her in.
"No! Wait! I can't be dying! How is this possible!"
***
"It will, of course, be almost as much fun to kill you, Sirius, as it was to kill your friend Lupin. He and the others were ever so pathetic as they cried out in pain," Malfoy laughed.
Ron, Hermione, and Sirius all lay in the snow, blood dripping from their ears. Though their heads hurt, and they were very dizzy, they seemed to be all right. Malfoy's voice seemed to carry through the air just fine, as though there was no damage at all.
When they lost their concentration after the whistle attacks, they were slammed again and again with Cruciatus spells. All were hurting so badly. Hermione tried to find strenght from the Sliver, but it, too seemed as though it were hurting.
Sirius lifted his head a little. "Youbastard," he said.
"Oh, tut, tut, now, Black, that's just no way to talk, is it?" he asked. "Crucio!"
Sirius let out another howl as the pain surged through his chest and tightened in a knot in his stomach.
"Not so talkative, now, are we, Black?" Malfoy laughed.
"Stop it!" Hermione yelled painfully. She pulled herself up to her knees.
"Goyle, if you would?" Malfoy asked his companion.
Goyle pointed his wand and commanded it to hit Hermione. Before the blast could hit, Hermione put up a red barrier around the three, stopping the Cruciatus spells.
"Uh, oh, Goylelooks like we need to use the whistle again," Malfoy said, reaching for his whistle.
"Accio Whistle!" Ron yelled out, his outstretched hand pointed towards Malfoy. The whistle snapped off its necklace and shot through the air to Ron's hands.
Ron smiled. "My turn," he said. He put the whistle to his mouth and blew as hard as he could.
Malfoy, Goyle, and everyone, save Hermione and Sirius, around for one hundred yards fell to the ground in absolute pain. They all screamed and held on to their ears.
Hermione, finding her strength quickly returning floated to the air and pointed her hands at Malfoy and Goyle. "It is because of people like you that my parents are dead. I'm sorry for this, but you leave me no choice!"
Balls of energy formed in her hands and she sent them flying at the two wizards.
Malfoy's eyes went wide and he put his hand up to block the attack. "You can't do this to me! I'm Lucius Malfoy!" he yelled. They were his last words before he disappeared into nothingness.
Hermione floated slowly to the ground. She didn't want to look at Ron and Sirius, but she couldn't help it. "I–I didn't want toI–I had to, though."
"Herm," Ron said finally, "We understand. I would have done it, too."
The three jumped and turned as a loud clapping sound came from behind them. A very large, very black figure floated in the air, clapping his hands together. A yellow smile and tow red eyes were the only things visible in the dark shapes that floated down to the ground.
"Very good, little ones," Voldemort said. "You do understand how to use those Crystals. And so fast, too. I truly am impressed."
"Good," Ron spat. "You'll see how fast we destroy you!"
"Careful, Ron," Sirius whispered, standing back and holding his wand high.
"Yes, Weasley, by all means, be careful. You wouldn't want to make the big, dark Wizard angry."
"I don't care, youI will kill you," Ron said.
"Black, there, is truly the smart one, you know. He knows to fear me."
Hermione raised her hand quickly and tried to shoot out energy. Before she could, though, she felt something grab her from behind.
Voldemort had his hand raised, as though he were holding on to something. He squeezed his hand hard, and Hermione let out a scream.
"Herm! Stop it, you bastard!" Ron yelled.
Hermoine fell to the ground hard. A trickle of blood ran from her nose, but she pulled herself up.
"Don't try anything so foolish again, little girl," Voldemort said harshly.
"What do you want?" Sirius asked.
"Why, Black, I should have thought you would known," Voldemort laughed. "I want to destroy you all. I want to completely rule this world."
"And what kind of world will it be?" Sirius asked. "No muggles, no wizards who disagree with you, nothing. Just a big, large world that is empty of all save you."
"A month ago, I would have tried to explain that that is not what I want," Voldemort laughed. "However, nowI realizedThat is exactly what I want. I want to destroy all Wizards, as well as humans."
"Butwhy?" Hermione asked, painfully standing up.
"The Crystal of Le Fayhas opened my eyes. None are my equal, now. Therefore, none shall be allowed to live."
"The Crystal has corrupted you even more, Riddle," Sirius said. "Surely, even you can see that it is foolish to continue this war. All will be destroyed. Even you."
Voldemort put his hand to his chin, as though he were deep in thought. "You know what annoys me more than anything else, Black?"
"Umwhat?" Sirius asked.
"All the noise," he answered. "This foolish war still being fought. None of them matter. None of you matter. I think I shall bring true peace. That is, after all what you want, isn't it, Black? Peace?"
"What do you mean, Riddle?" Black asked.
"I will bring peace, and end all the noise. Yes, that's it. End the noise."
Voldemort raised his fist high in the air.
"NO, wait!" Sirius yelled, running forward. It was too late, though. Voldemort slammed his fist into the ground, causing a great explosion. Black light shot out into the sky, and the earth trembled before the blast. A great cloud of black mist shot out from Voldemort's hand, and swept through Black, knocking him to the ground.
Hermione and Ron were able to put barriers up in time to save themselves. The mist continued for some distance, and before it cleared, there was total silence.
"My god," Ron whispered, looking around the field. The mist cleared, and bodies of wizards littered the ground all around them. "Theythey're all dead, aren't they?"
"Yes, Weasley," Voldemort laughed. "And you two will join them."
**
"Scatter!" Hermione screamed. Ron shot off in one direction and she another. Voldemort shot out blasts of energy at them, but they were able to dodge them, flying away as fast as they could.
Hermione threw several energy blasts at Voldemort, but they just glanced off harmlessly.
"Stupid woman!" Voldemort yelled. "Your individual Slivers are no match for my Crystal."
Ron swept over Voldemort's head. "Take this you ugly slug!" he yelled, throwing fireballs down on his head.
Voldemort instantly caught fire, but simply shook off the flames.
"Same time, Ron!" Hermione yelled. She raised her hand and shot out a big burst of fire, while Ron threw icicles at him. Again, he simply shook off the attack.
"You fools," Voldemort yelled. "You do nothing more than make me angry!"
Ron floated around and pulled all the energy he could muster together. He opened up his arms and sent a wave of pure energy shooting through the air and engulfing the Dark Wizard.
Ron finally, after several seconds of sending his most powerful attack through Voldemort, faded his attack out, and fell to the ground, exhausted.
"Is that all you've got?" Voldemort asked, barely even scratched. He raised his finger to the boy, and flicked his index finger forward a little. Ron was sent flying backward through the snow.
"Ron!" Hermione yelled. "NO!"
The Professor darted forward, but before she got to him, Voldemort sent a very thin, very powerful beam of light through her chest. She landed on the ground, looking up at the stars.
"You two are pathetic," she barely heard Voldemort saying. "Now, I will destroy all Wizards, everywhere!"
Hermione looked up to the sky above, the snowflakes continuing to fall down on her. She was in such shock, that she didn't even blink when they hit her eyeball.
"He didn't come" she thought to herself. "Harry, where are you?"
**
A green flash burst out, and Harry stepped through, landing in snow. He looked around quickly, seeing the ground littered with bodies. Many were destroyed, or even mutilated. It didn't bother him, though. Harry didn't see the bodies as destroyed vessels. He understood the Slivers, now.
"I suppose you did this, Voldemort," Harry said, looking around. "I know you've gone back to London. I'll meet you shortly, but, first I have to get something."
Harry walked forward, trying not to step on any of the bodies that littered the ground.
He walked around the body of Sirius Black and paused. Harry reached down and smiled as he rubbed his godfather's cheek. "You fought bravely. I'll see you soon, understand?" he whispered.
The young man turned and walked to the red-haired young Wizard lying nearby. "You did incredible, Ron, I'm truly amazed. I couldn't have done better in your situtation. I'm sorry I couldn't make it here on time. The path to this place from Avalon was so long. Don't worry, though, I'll see you sooner than you would expect."
Harry reached down to Ron's wrist and held it up. "Hello," Harry said. There was a bright blue glow under Ron's skin. "It's time to join up with the others, isn't it?"
The sliver glowed brightly and phased out from under the skin, floating in the air. Harry smiled. "Hold on, let me go to her."
Harry turned and walked over to Hermione. She had some dry blood on her cheek, and she was almost blue. He rubbed his hand on her other cheek. "I'm sorry, Herm. I just couldn't get here on time. You'll get to see your family soon, as well. I promise."
Harry rubbed her wrist, and, as the sliver came out, the red stone glowed very brightly. Harry's own voice came from the stone, saying "She loves you, you know."
Harry smiled. "I know. I can' t do anything about it, though, can I?"
"I don't suppose you can, at present," the Sliver said.
"We should join, now," The blue Sliver said, using Fluer's voice. Obviously, that was the voice of the most important person to Ron.
"Yes. It's the only way we can fight him," the green Sliver said, coming out of Harry's own wrist. It spoke with Hermione's voice.
The three Slivers flowed together, and began to swirl around one another quickly. With a bright flash that made Harry cover his eyes, a great, golden Crystal, now complete, floated in the air.
The Crystal floated over to Harry and came to his chest. It slowly phased into his chest, becoming one with his heart. The green glow that had surrounded Harry now turned to a bright golden color. Harry's eyes changed from green to bright yellow, and Harry could feel great amounts of power surging through his veins.
"Riddle," Harry said, raising his hand, "I'm coming for you."
A great golden doorway opened in the middle of the air and Harry floated forward. The gate then closed behind him, and it was the last time Harry ever was seen at this field.
**
(Author's Note: That was a tough couple of chapters. Please, don't get angryStay with the story over the next two days or soIt has a happy ending. I promise.)