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Chapter 29: A Daughter's Revenge, A Son's Choice

Emma rushed up behind him. He turned, saw Emma, and started to flee when Emma froze him.

"Hello Peter," Emma said cooly.

"Emmmmmmma?" Peter stumbled out. "My . . .don't you look just like your mother! The spitting image. It must be something about Potters, I dare say," he babbled.

"Always were the babbler, did you know that? When you would get nervous, or you were afraid Sirius and James would be angry with you for messing up one of the pranks because you couldn't do even the simplest of tasks, or when a teacher called on you," Emma said. "The list goes on and on."

"Your mother was always a kind, loving person," Peter said.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother," she said evenly, dangerously calm. "You see, I know about that night, Peter. It's all right here in my head," Emma said tapping her wand against her head.

"But . . . but that's impossible!" Peter said panicky.

"Quite the contrary. I know absolutely everything my mother knows. I've seen that night, Peter, and now there is just one thing I need."

"You need something? From me?" Peter squeaked.

"Yes, dear uncle rat. You have the one thing I do not know. I promise not to make it too painful," Emma said. Peter saw her pupils contract and he felt a dull pain form in the middle of his head.

Emma sifted through his head to the night Peter betrayed Emily. She finally found his memory of the event and replayed it before her mind's eye.

Peter watched anxiously afraid what she was doing, and what she was going to do. "You wretched, evil rat!" Emma hollered. "You are the lowest of human creatures. Do you have any compassion at all? Any sensitivity?"

Emma went to the night he betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort as well. Both memories completely appalled her as both cases showed he had felt absolutely nothing in betraying his school friends. "Should one feel compassion for the compassionless? I think perhaps they should, but I don't have any feelings for you, Pettigrew, except contempt and disgust."

"But Emma, I was one of your mother's marauders. We grew up together," Peter said. He saw her pupils contract again and became frightened.

"Wretched man. My mother always had a soft spot for you, and you did not even feel the smallest shred of humanity towards her. Now, you will know what I feel," Emma said and she replayed the moment of Emily's death over and over in Peter's head. It was all from her mother's point of view and she made sure Peter felt everything her mother felt– fear, despair, betrayal, anger, love.

She saw Peter collapse from the emotional burden. She turned to leave and try to find Harry again when she sensed Peter transfigure into his rat form. A flash of his intent rushed through his head and Emma saw it.

"No!" Emma yelled. She scanned the field for Lupin knowing that was where Peter was heading. She rushed off in the same direction.

She saw Lupin off in the distance and saw Peter appear behind him, completely unaware. "NO!" Emma yelled as Womrtail drew his wand.

In the split second it took Peter to decide to use the killing curse, Emma had yelled 'Avada Kedavra' and watched, in horror, as Peter dropped down dead.

What have I done? Emma asked horrified. She didn't even realize she had dropped her wand in shocked. It was as if she was frozen in place. All she could do was keep asking herself if she had really just taken a life. First she ripped into his mind and then she killed him. Never had she ever imagined her mother would be avenged like this.

Draco felt Emma's lost and confusion and rushed off to find her. He froze in horror as he saw Emma standing there, wandless, and in shock, oblivious to the entire world,and saw his father approaching her from behind.

Suddenly Emma saw that a horde of Death Eaters surrounded her, obviously thinking that since she was wandless it gave them an edge. "Look at the minister's poor, wandless brat," one said. Emma ignored their taunts, racial slurs, and foul comments, and managed to sense that there were seven around her. She wasn't sure how far she managed to push herself over the years, and the emotions on the field weren't exactly helpful, but this seemed like a good moment to see how far she had pushed her abilities over the years.

One stopped midsentence as Emma grasped a hold of their minds.

Lucius stepped forward a second later. "Nice parlor trick," Lucius said. "But how much longer can you keep hold of them?"

Emma was feeling the strain of the seven others and couldn't fight off Lucius as well. She wasn't sure she could even call for Draco without breaking with some of the others. She felt her tattoo leave and hoped someone would come quickly. "I wonder how long you can keep this up," Lucius said again, curiously watching the others just stand there transfixed, watching the whole ordeal motionless. "It would certainly save me time having to finish you off myself."

Draco had his wand at his father's back. "I wouldn't even think of an incantation, father," he drawled.

"Fighting for this blood-traitor?" Lucius asked raising an eyebrow. "It seems you have gone soft in my absence. Something, no doubt, this O'Neill has contributed to."

"She is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and thanks to her, I know I don't have to be a monster. I don't have to be you," Draco said.

"Tsk, tsk. Look, she can't even defend herself," Lucius said. Emma, still in shock, turned to face Lucius and blinked in horror when she saw the situation. Lucius had his wand pointed at her and Draco had his wand pointed at his father. Lucius spared a glance at his son. "So the rumors are true, then."

"I highly doubt they are accurate," Draco said as his pupils were flooded with Emma's storm-blue.

"What, you actually bonded yourself with this?" Lucius sneered looking back at Emma. She and Draco could both sense his disgust with Emma, and his morbid curiosity. Wearing thin, she sent a mental punch to knock the others unconscious and then Emma shredded the connection with the other seven. She almost collapsed herself and mentally relied on some of Draco's strength.

"I should probably put her out of her misery," Lucius said, twitching his wand.

"Could you kill your own son?" she asked, appalled and shocked.

"He is a bit of a disappointment," Lucius said. "Surely you could have found someone other than the likes of her. Tell me, Draco, couldn't you have at least found a decent witch to bond yourself with?"

"Surely you wouldn't . . ." Draco started, but he and Emma both saw Lucius forming the curse in his mind. Hearing him think the 'avada kedavra' curse reminded Emma how she just used it herself.

Draco was horrorstruck that his father would kill Emma. I HAVE to protect Emma at all costs, he thought.

"You made this decision, albeit a poor one, Draco. Now you must face the consequences. Avada Kedav—"

"—ra" Draco finished and Lucius fell down lifeless. Draco stared at his father's body between him and Emma. "Draco?" Emma asked.

They both looked at Lucius. It took a few minutes for Draco to realize that he had performed the curse before his father had. It was all a rush—his father's calm, cool hatred of both of them, his disappointment, his indifference to Draco's fate. All Draco could think was stop him before he could kill Emma. He felt Emma wrap herself around him. "I'm sorry," Emma whispered.

A spell went whizzing by Draco's head. Emma grabbed her wand as she and Draco dodged the attack of another death eater.

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Author's notes: I have no idea where this idea came from, but my beta encouraged me to write it. Somewhere around year 5 Lucius took a turn in my stories that veered him in this direction (when he became Draco's antagonist). I have to admit I love Lucius and am so glad I was wrong and JK didn't kill him in Deathly Hallows!