Fred, George, and Charlie Weasley joined Harry and Lucius, though they were still outnumbered.
"Three more Blood Traitors who wish to die? This is delicious." Bellatrix laughed, licking her lips hungrily at them.
"If you hurt any of them I will destroy the Prophecy, what will your master do then? I know he is here, the question is, why hasn't he shown himself yet, is he scared?"
"How dare you talk about the Dark Lord like that, you're nothing compared to him."
Harry was getting sick of this conversation, if it wasn't for the adrenaline pumping through him, he would have been bored. He felt his brothers' rings responding to the distress signal, as well as the rest of the Vipers, who must have come with Elias and Dudley. Harry knew he would have to do something grandiose to improve their odds of leaving without doing what Voldemort wanted them to do.
Knowing he wouldn't get another shot at this, Harry closed his eyes for a moment and began to focus on drawing his magic up within himself, remembering Draco's lessons on the matter.
"Awww look, little Potter is praying. How sweet." Bellatrix taunted, her voice beginning to annoy Harry at this point. After a minute of focusing, he was able to draw on enough of his strength to summon Bellatrix towards him, silently and wandlessly, as he swung his sword and cut off her other leg, eliciting an inhuman scream that would have surely clued in anyone who was in the area to the fight going on. Harry kept the tip of his sword against Bellatrix's throat, glaring down at the legless woman.
"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't kill you here Bellatrix."
"If you are truly my friend them you wouldn't want to take what should be my kill." Neville Longbottom declared loudly as Harry's backup had arrived.
"Is that little baby Neville Longbottom? I can see why you would both be friends, one of you has dead parents and the other has parents who should be dead." She cackled on the floor.
"Your uncle took one leg, while you've taken a second, I think an arm for each of my parents should be fair, after all, we aren't murderers." Neville commented, waving his wand twice and severing the mad lady's last two limbs.
"What's wrong? Can't act without a leader here to tell you what to do?" Harry taunted the mask wearing men, who were all aiming their wands at Harry and his friends, yet seemingly frozen with fear.
"Avada Kedavra!" One of the Death Eaters snarled out, sending the green light at Elias who could do nothing more than watch as the spell flew towards him. In that moment time froze for Harry, his movements seemingly faster than he ever thought possible, as he summoned the Death Eater into his own killing curse as he sent Elias away with a strong concussive blast that left the boy a bit bruised but breathing.
When time resumed its normal flow Harry shook with such blinding rage that he focused on the masked men and forced numerous air bubbles into their organs, dropping the men to the floor in horrific agony, with blood pouring out of their mouths, eyes, nose, and ears as they died. So focused on his anger was Harry that he failed to see his friends, and even Bellatrix looking at him with shock and fear.
Rising up into the air above the rows of shelves containing Prophecies Harry called out furiously.
"Voldemort, you half-blood pretender, where are you?"
"You would dare to speak to me with such arrogance and disrespect, Potter, at least I can have the simple pleasure of killing your friends after I'm finished with you." Voldemort was flying level with Harry, the very sight of which, combined with the taunting, was enough to infuriate Harry even more.
"The Diadem, the Ring, the Locket, the Cup, as well as the soul shard within myself. They will no longer serve to anchor you to this world, when I kill Nagini then you will be as mortal as any other muggle." Harry taunted, wanting to anger the man who had caused him so much grief in the past.
"You will fall, Potter, then I will take that sword of yours and make that into a Horcrux, you will not win."
"Bring it Tom."
"That's not my name!" Voldemort screamed, conjuring dagger out of nothing and sending them flying at Harry, who simply curved them around himself and sent them back at the Dark Lord. Before anything could hit him he vanished and reappeared behind Harry, attempting to attack again only to have to dodge away from the impossibly sharp sword, though he wasn't quick enough and felt the pain of having his cheek cut open.
"You're out of your depth here Tom, I have all of the Power and Knowledge of Albus Dumbledore, as well as the power that is mine via conquest over you. Face it, today is not your day." Harry said evenly, his words not reflecting his actual feelings. Voldemort responded by screaming in a very guttural way before he sent an unknown purple and orange spell, which broke right through Harry's shield and immediately began to cause every part of Harry's body to feel as if it was being cut, smashed, and burned all at the same time before his bones began breaking slowly, curling up as they snapped and crumbled.
Harry could do nothing more than scream in that moment, his vision was completely red as blood vessels began bursting in his brain and eyes. Just as he began to give up on life and accept his horrific end Harry felt his bones being pulled back together, piece by piece, with every piece that broke being immediately repaired. The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't keep himself in the air anymore and so Harry fell, further and further, just before he hit the floor he felt himself slowing down, the telltale feeling of a fall-cushioning charm in effect. Once his entire skeleton had been broken and rebuilt Harry stood up and looked for the Dark Lord, who currently seemed to be buckling in the same way he had, his bones snapping and being pulled apart by forces unseen. Before he could be killed by this force Voldemort vanished again, the sound of his scream echoing throughout the room.
Harry couldn't believe it, he had come so close to dying today that he could almost explain to people what the afterlife was like, and now the battle is over and Voldemort lost. If he wasn't in such intense pain Harry would have cheered, instead he settled for being levitated out of the chamber and taken for medical treatment.
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