I grasped Harry and pulled him away from Macnair, something round rolling on the floor and with horror, I realised it was Moody's magical eye. He was unconscious and on his side, a dark gush of liquid which had to be blood staining his head and face as his opponent now came at us. I raised my wand too late, feeling a force slam against my chest and it threw me backwards with a flip and I felt myself crash against some stone benches, disappearing between them as the Death Eater, Dolohov, then used a jinx on Neville to make him tap dance uncontrollably.
Blinking blearily, I struggled to get my head right, an endless ringing sounding in my ear as Dolohov then turned on Harry. I heard him call out a shield charm as I pulled myself up, seeing bright purple fire which made my shoulder wince from the memory of it. Harry was thrown back too from the force, going lax with the prophecy still in his hand which Dolohov tried to summon, but then my dad slammed against him as I dragged myself up, feeling rather angry and in too much pain to be tolerating any more of this.
With dad now duelling Dolohov, Harry placed the body-locking jinx on Dolohov as I blinked blearily, struggling to focus as everything was moving too much around me. "Nice one!" Dad yelled to Harry. "Now I want you to get out of…" I screeched as I saw a green light almost hit my dad, and that burst of fury had been exactly what I needed to get me back into the fight. I leaped over the stone chairs with shocking balance and charged straight at Bellatrix, tackling her around the middle as she'd tried to fire a spell at Uncle Remus and together we sprawled onto the ground.
"I don't think so you BITCH!"
"FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR!"
"CRAZY HAG!"
"WORTHLESS SCUM!"
"UGLY…VILE…DISGUSTING…PIECE…OF…" With every spell we fired insults at each other, battling so furiously that at times we were practically nose to nose as we screamed at one another, our wild black hair completely unleashed as I danced around Bellatrix, keeping her focus on me. Soon dad joined the fray, the both of us now battling Bellatrix who was looking a great deal more nervous than before, seeing that she was clearly outmatched. In a desperate bid to defeat us, she turned her wand instead to the ceiling above and blasted it as well as the stone benches underneath us, dad yelling as he grabbed me and flung me out of the way. "Dad! No! NO!" Rocks fell on him, having chosen in that moment to save me first, we'd lost the chance to stop them.
The benches underneath him flung him off and he crumbled somewhere – I could no longer see him – and before I knew it, great massive boulders collapsed on top, making me scream again as my voice filled the entire room, no other sound taking dominance over my truest feeling of fear. I had to get dad. I had to get him. He needs to get free. So with all thoughts of Bellatrix gone, ignoring her cackling laugh as she fled, I raised my wand and my bandaged hand to the rocks, making them shudder before lifting them up and tossing them aside, struggling to climb up as Lupin rushed to help me.
I was completely unaware of the fact that Dumbledore was there, or that Harry had gone after Bellatrix, all that mattered was my dad, and the moment we had unburied him from the rubble, I saw his dusty face, even the blood looked grey, powdery from the dust. I was sobbing, gripping a handful of his jacket as I fumbled to try and figure out what to do, Lupin pulling at me in a bid to try and draw me away, but I couldn't hear him. "No! Let me go! Let go!" Shaking him off, I pressed my wand against my dad's chest and…I didn't even know the spell I needed, I didn't know where to begin, but I knew he was still alive, he wouldn't die because of something like this. I just needed the right spell, the correct magic, and I can make it all better.
Somehow, my will for what I wanted to happen seemed to make my wand react as it suddenly grew hot in my hand, a light starting to shine until it peaked outwards, beaming brilliantly as I could feel it doing its work. My dad's bones mended, the puncture in his lung healing and the blood draining away from within, the broken bones fixed themselves back into place and all at once, dad drew in a deeper breath but stayed unconscious, but he was alive. I sobbed again, dropping my wand as I curled up and gripped my head, wanting to pull out my hair I was so terrified. Everything seemed to catch up to me at once and Lupin held me, against him, wrapping me up in his arms and rocking me slightly.
For a while we stayed like that, then Shacklebolt offered to move dad out into the open so that they could get their injured treated, and Lupin gently told me to sit quietly for a while whilst he helped. I continued to grip my face, barely even hearing him but after dad was moved away from the rubble, I suddenly thought. Where's Harry? And then I remembered seeing him disappear after that crazy cousin of mine. Bellatrix. So before anyone could stop me, I grabbed my wand and darted out of sight, disappearing up the stairs where I'd last seen Harry and Bellatrix vanish, praying I wasn't too late.
I almost was, as after streaking past all our friends, darting back up the elevator and heading to the main floor, I stepped out and very soon found myself staring at Lord Voldemort, his wand pointing at Harry with Bellatrix Lestrange on the floor. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly felt very calm and…oddly…very pissed off. Well, I guess that's not so odd after all, all things considered. My anger made my mind sharpen, my breath slowing and pulse settling and as I held my wand in my hand, I didn't even think about the spells or the words I needed, I could feel exactly what was going to happen, the magic I was going to use, like it was an instinct I'd been learning to recognise. As I stalked forwards, Voldemort's cold, calculative voice echoed throughout the grand, cavernous space of the main floor of the Ministry of Magic. "I have nothing more to say to you, Potter. You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA-!" Harry suddenly skid along the floor at near breakneck speed as I pulled him towards me with magic, swinging my wand around before sending a powerful blast at Voldemort who smartly deflected it, making it shoot outwards and it crashed into a distant wall and caused the tiles to burst and crumble.
"See, thing is, I have a slight problem with you picking on Harry." I informed Voldemort as I stepped forwards, ready and perfectly willing to duel him as my voice echoed strongly across the open space between us, ruby eyes now fixated on me. "I'm a little overprotective, you see."
"Ah, the young Black heiress. Euphemia, is it?" Voldemort mused as his gleaming red eyes sharply studying me as he began to prowl forwards. "You too have been an irritation, assisting Harry Potter in foiling my plans. For that, you will have to pay, my dear." It sounded creepy being called 'my dear' from him, and the disgust registered on my face. Without a single word Voldemort sent the killing curse at me, making Harry yell but I was too far out of his reach, but I was already reacting. Using magic I created a deflective spell which launched the curse elsewhere as I then parried with spells of my own, Voldemort and I circling one another as bursts of light continually exploded from the tips of our wands.
I then made a sweeping motion and as I guided my wand, a flaming figure of a phoenix burst out and it made a beautiful cry of birdsong, flaring its wings and diving straight at Voldemort who made it explode, but upon doing so the phoenix burst into a consecutive stream of powerful blasts which fired right in front of his face, forcing him a step back as I then hooked his foot with a magic line, intending to pull his feet from out underneath him but he severed the cord and launched the explosive pattern away from him, leaving a trail of smoke and an echo in the air as he slowly brought his hands down. "Impressive. I see you have mastered the art of multi-layering your spells." I immediately thought of Fred and George and their fireworks.
"I know a thing or two." I responded, fully intending to see this duel to the end, but then Albus Dumbledore himself appeared with calm, quiet steps that Voldemort took no notice of at first until I was being pulled out of the way to join Harry, where Dumbledore gave me a stern but seemingly amused look, warning me to stay out of this. I pouted at him but knew better than to argue, instead grabbing Harry and dragging him back so I could slump against a wall, because I was admittedly in a great deal of pain. I wanted to watch Dumbledore fight Voldemort, but I only got vague glimpses in between blacking out, seeing most of the good parts like the golden statues from the giant fountain, Fawkes appearing and swallowing a spell and the water sphere.
Having had time to rest, I was a little more alert so I flicked my wand quickly and the baby, croaking Fawkes flew to my hand where I quickly tucked him against me as Harry started to run out from behind our guardian statue, thinking that Voldemort had disappeared when he'd vanished from the spherical orb of water. Dumbledore bellowed as I also yelled, trying to make him stay back but then Harry's body contorted, a scream of agony flaring past his lips before he dropped to the ground in order to writhe and twist.
Staggering to my feet, I dropped Fawkes into the hood of my jacket, forcing myself to stumble towards Harry and ignoring Dumbledore's warning to stay back. I raised my wand, shaking all over as a bright light started to shine from the tip. "Kill me now, Dumbledore…" It was Harry's voice speaking, but it sounded so different. It hissed and snarled, snatching at breaths as Harry then violently convulsed. "If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy…" The light from my wand grew brighter as I focused on the feeling that was swelling up inside me, pointing my wand at Harry as Fawkes continued to croak in my hood.
"Expellere mala…pax vobis…expellere mala…pax vobis…" The words repeated over and over again as a thrum began to sound like a pulse, a white light shooting out of my wand in order to land upon Harry with flashes of travelling bursts flowing from my wand as Harry screamed, only this time it was Voldemort's voice I heard. He started fighting back and I was forced to my knees as the weight began to become crippling but I continued to maintain the spell, the words whispering with a strong echo all around until finally, Voldemort couldn't stand the light touching him any longer and he rushed out of Harry from where he had been possessing him, becoming his full, robed figure.
My wand fell from my hand, pain shooting up my arm as everything prickled like I was being poked by thousands of searing hot needles, Voldemort looking at me studiously. He remained aware of Dumbledore who had his wand focused on Voldemort but I was now pulling myself across the smooth marbled floor, dragging myself even, until finally I reached Harry who had fallen very still. My throat was dry and everything hurt, even light as it blazed painfully before my eyes, so I gripped my fingers onto the front of Harry's shirt then lay my head down over him, thinking that at the very least, I could try and shield him with my body from any further danger.
And then everything went cold and dark, voices fluttering around me as a buzz of sound filtered in as I quietly slipped away into unconsciousness, aware of several screams as the Ministry was flooded with people who'd come to investigate the alarm being raised, and the last I felt was a hand curl around my shoulder and the brush of a long, wispy beard against my cheek before I completely blacked out.