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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE BATTLE OF LIGHT
As Voldemort and the Death Eaters gaped, Lili coolly stood up and sauntered over to where Harry lay stunned on the floor, shards of colored glass surrounding him. She reached down and pulled his wand from his grasp, turning it on him with a rather nasty smile.
"Well, Potter," she drawled. "Certainly took you long enough to get here." She grinned, and the harshness in her voice evaporated as she turned and called out the broken window. "Ron! Hermione! It's me, Lili! I'm with Harry, come quick!" Two broomsticks and their riders zoomed through the broken glass, and both stopped short in shock at the sight before them. "Oh, come on down," Lili invited. "Can't say you won a car, but Harry might live for a few extra moments if you do." Both Ron and Hermione cautiously swooped down to the ground, looks of hatred on their faces. "Draco!" Lili called sharply, not taking her eyes off her three former friends. The blond boy stepped to her side, his face just as empty as hers had been. although he broke the mask for a moment to throw a cruel smirk at Harry. "The wands," she instructed, as if simply reminding him to feed a pet. Draco moved to Ron and Hermione in turn, snatching their wands from them, ignoring it when Ron tried to spit at him. "Oh, and my sword, too, Weasley." Fuming, Ron unstrapped the Earth Sword from his belt, where he had been carrying it, and dropped it unceremoniously into her outstretched hand. He was pleased to see the way she almost dropped it, the tip of the blade just barely, barely hitting the stone floor. **But,** he wondered, **Why didn't she try to take our weapons too? She knows we have them.** Then he knew why. He turned his attention back to Lili and Draco. Lili had stuck Harry's wand in her belt, and turned to Voldemort.
"My Lord, you have wished to kill Harry Potter for several years. Please, go ahead." She smiled at the tall, thin, red-eyed wizard and bowed her head respectfully.
"Very good, Lady Sarrassi. I thank you for your help." The words gave her credit, but the tone did not. Nevertheless, she smiled and stepped backwards. Voldemort rose from his chair and approached the small group, taking a moment to place a hand on Lili, Lady Sarrassi's, hair. She smiled again, and bowed her head. Voldemort approached Harry. "So, Harry Potter. You are going to die, betrayed by one of your own friends. Sounds awfully familiar, doesn't it?" He laughed, high and cold. "Your scar is hurting you terribly, isn't it? You can barely think, you probably can't even register what I'm saying. But no matter. You don't need to. It's only your last words that count. Do you have any?" Voldemort looked at him sharply, and Harry struggled to stand up.
Harry looked at all the people in the room, from Voldemort, to Draco and Lili on his left, and Ron and Hermione of his right, to the Death Eaters. And he rasped out one word. "Now!" And Voldemort's little world turned upside down.
At that second, Lili and Draco threw each wand back to its owner, Lili shoving Voldemort, then dodging out of the way before he could curse her. And then each Mage took out his or her weapon.
Harry shot arrow after arrow into the crowd of Death Eaters, each one finding a mark in a throat or chest. Draco stood beside him, building energy, and then lashing out with psychic attacks that left Death Eaters writhing on the cold stone floor, clutching their heads and screaming with agony. There was a smile on his face, evidence of a vindictive sort of pleasure that he took from causing pain to these people. Hermione crouched in front of them, her shield strapped to her arm. She was using it to bounce the spells back to those who shot them, and there was more than one cry of alarm from a Death Eater who found his own spell deflected back at him.
Ron was some distance away, treating the spear as if it were a baby, and the Death Eaters- well, they weren't being treated quite as well. There was a small pile of bodies around him. He jerked with the spear, and another body joined the pile.
But Lili was the one that drew the eye. Slashing and whirling, stabbing and blocking, a look of fierce joy on her face, she was clearly in her element. She had shortened her robes with Harry's wand, although jaggedly, and they were now to a bit above her knees, allowing her easy movement. With her hair flying around her head, her sword flashing, she looked like some sort of ethereal war goddess.
Her mind was working quickly. Voldemort had not attacked them himself: why? Either he was afraid, he wasn't used to being attacked like this, or he was building energy to attack them. She decided it was probably the latter.
Taking one last jab at a particularly annoying Death Eater, who simply refused to die, she turned to the others, grabbing Ron by the collar as she ran back to the other three. "Okay, people people people, we have to work the spell, now!"
"But how are we going to keep them from cursing us?" Draco asked, holding his head as if he had a headache, which he probably did. He took that opportunity to jump away from a curse directed at him, and Lili blocked it with the flat of her sword.
"I'll do it," volunteered Hermione, not taking her eyes off the small group of Death Eaters. "But I need someone to help me, feed me power. Anyone?"
"I'll help," Lili nodded at her friend.
"All right. You'll need to be the last to join the circle, though. Get it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
"Not that I want to end the little party, here," Draco cried exasperatedly, "But we've got a rather large army of Death Eaters attacking us. Can we get going?" The others nodded, and as Hermione spoke a few words, a large blue bubble surrounded them. She spoke again, and the bubble gained a hint of green. Every time a spell hit the wall, a bright green flash would occur, then fade away into the rest of the bubble. The five nodded one last time, and stepped into a circle around Draco.
Ron joined first, placing the blade of his spear on Draco's right shoulder. "Power of the mighty Fire, strong and virtuous, He who warms us, and gives us Light. The Power of Fire joins Earth, Air, Water and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." At the last word, a bright red light flared up, surrounding Ron and following the connection his spear made to Draco. Ron nodded to Harry, and the black-haired boy stepped forward.
Harry rested the edge of his bow on Draco's right shoulder. "Power of the mighty Air, Element invisible and strong, He who strengthens our hearts and destroys all unnatural. The Air Power joins Earth, Fire, Water, and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." As he finished, a yellow light surrounded him too, and moved through Draco, connecting him to Ron.
Now it was Hermione's turn. As she moved to place the shield against Draco's back, the bubble they were in turned entirely green, and Lili's face paled with the effort of maintaining it. "Power of the mighty Water, flowing, Mother of Change, She who gives us drink. The Power of Water joins Earth, Air, Fire and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." The blue light connected to Harry and Ron's light. And it was Lili's turn.
As she placed the tip of the sword at Draco's collarbone, the shield fell away, and she began her incantation hurriedly, stumbling over the words. "Power of the mighty Earth, Mother of Life, She who supports us, fee- aaaahhh!" Lili's words switched to an agonized scream as she dropped the sword and fell to the ground.
Voldemort stepped out of the shadows. "Foolish girl!" He snarled, squeezing a doll tightly in his hand. If the Mages had had the chance to look closely, they would all have noticed its remarkable resemblance to Lili. "You thought I would simply trust your word, with nothing to back it up? You are naive, girl, and it will get you killed!" He squeezed the doll even tighter, and Lili wailed inhumanly.
In between her screams, Lili choked out a few words. "Help me! Mother, help me!" Her friends looked at her body, writhing on the ground in pain. The spell was unfinished, they could not move to help her. "Help me, Mother!" And then they all heard it, even Voldemort. A great, deep, old voice, older than time, almost, and wise.
**I help, Child.**
A noise arose, a howling, from outside. And a lithe golden body launched itself at Voldemort. Whatever he was holding fell out of his hand, and Lili scrambled to her feet. "Naguret!" she gasped, out of breath.
**The Mother has called me back, child. Now finish your task. I have little, if any strength left.**
Lili grabbed the sword, and placed it at Draco's collarbone. He winced slightly as she pressed too hard, and blood seeped into his collar. "Power of the mighty Earth, Mother of Life, She who supports us, feeds us, homes us. The Earth Power joins Air, Fire, Water and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." A green light enveloped Lili and connected to the others. As the connection was completed, Draco's body began to glow with a silver light, and he began to shake.
They all felt the same pain, incredibly intense. Harry thought, in what little part of him was left reasonable, that it was something to rival the Cruciatus curse. But while the Cruciatus was dark, this pain was almost cleansing. He watched with interest as Draco threw his head back and screamed, a silver light shooting out of his mouth. He didn't even realize that he himself was screaming too.
Now, none of the five Mages saw what happened after this, so I myself shall have to tell you. The light shot from Draco's mouth, bright and pure. The cleansing light. It reached high to the ceiling, and arched back downward in a perfect arc. And it hit Voldemort. He screamed, writhing in the pain that the light brought to someone so dark.
"And the Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness comprehended it not."
Voldemort gave one last scream and disappeared, as the five Mages fell to the ground.
(A/N) Wow, I liked the way that chapter came out! I was expecting the battle to come out kind of corny, but I liked that! And no, I, myself, M.W., am not narrating the story. You won't find out who that is until the end of the sequel, thank you very much. Now, there will probably be one, maybe two more chapters to this, then Warriors is done. But fret not (if you like this)! I'm turning this into The Lili Chronicles! There's gonna be two sequels and a prequel to this. I'm holding villain auditions right now, Voldemort is dead. Dead-dead. Not Obi-Wan Kenobi-comes-back-for-a-special-guest-appearance dead. Ding-Dong-the-witch-is-dead-which-old-witch-the-wicked-witch (even though he's a wizard) dead. he is not, I repeat, NOT coming back! So email me and tell me what kind of villain I should have for the next story, even though I may not use it, I appreciate suggestions.
And guess what? M.W.'s birthday is on Monday! Yay! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... oh well, not as much fun when there's no friends to try and steal the icing off your slice of cake. Mmmm... cake.... Okay, shutting up now! (My mother bought me a 4 pound tub of jellybeans as a bribe last week, I've eaten about half). And Ady, life's not fair, sorry to break it to you.
Don't forget to R&R, or I might kill a character in the sequel!
Luv ya lots!
-M.W.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE BATTLE OF LIGHT
As Voldemort and the Death Eaters gaped, Lili coolly stood up and sauntered over to where Harry lay stunned on the floor, shards of colored glass surrounding him. She reached down and pulled his wand from his grasp, turning it on him with a rather nasty smile.
"Well, Potter," she drawled. "Certainly took you long enough to get here." She grinned, and the harshness in her voice evaporated as she turned and called out the broken window. "Ron! Hermione! It's me, Lili! I'm with Harry, come quick!" Two broomsticks and their riders zoomed through the broken glass, and both stopped short in shock at the sight before them. "Oh, come on down," Lili invited. "Can't say you won a car, but Harry might live for a few extra moments if you do." Both Ron and Hermione cautiously swooped down to the ground, looks of hatred on their faces. "Draco!" Lili called sharply, not taking her eyes off her three former friends. The blond boy stepped to her side, his face just as empty as hers had been. although he broke the mask for a moment to throw a cruel smirk at Harry. "The wands," she instructed, as if simply reminding him to feed a pet. Draco moved to Ron and Hermione in turn, snatching their wands from them, ignoring it when Ron tried to spit at him. "Oh, and my sword, too, Weasley." Fuming, Ron unstrapped the Earth Sword from his belt, where he had been carrying it, and dropped it unceremoniously into her outstretched hand. He was pleased to see the way she almost dropped it, the tip of the blade just barely, barely hitting the stone floor. **But,** he wondered, **Why didn't she try to take our weapons too? She knows we have them.** Then he knew why. He turned his attention back to Lili and Draco. Lili had stuck Harry's wand in her belt, and turned to Voldemort.
"My Lord, you have wished to kill Harry Potter for several years. Please, go ahead." She smiled at the tall, thin, red-eyed wizard and bowed her head respectfully.
"Very good, Lady Sarrassi. I thank you for your help." The words gave her credit, but the tone did not. Nevertheless, she smiled and stepped backwards. Voldemort rose from his chair and approached the small group, taking a moment to place a hand on Lili, Lady Sarrassi's, hair. She smiled again, and bowed her head. Voldemort approached Harry. "So, Harry Potter. You are going to die, betrayed by one of your own friends. Sounds awfully familiar, doesn't it?" He laughed, high and cold. "Your scar is hurting you terribly, isn't it? You can barely think, you probably can't even register what I'm saying. But no matter. You don't need to. It's only your last words that count. Do you have any?" Voldemort looked at him sharply, and Harry struggled to stand up.
Harry looked at all the people in the room, from Voldemort, to Draco and Lili on his left, and Ron and Hermione of his right, to the Death Eaters. And he rasped out one word. "Now!" And Voldemort's little world turned upside down.
At that second, Lili and Draco threw each wand back to its owner, Lili shoving Voldemort, then dodging out of the way before he could curse her. And then each Mage took out his or her weapon.
Harry shot arrow after arrow into the crowd of Death Eaters, each one finding a mark in a throat or chest. Draco stood beside him, building energy, and then lashing out with psychic attacks that left Death Eaters writhing on the cold stone floor, clutching their heads and screaming with agony. There was a smile on his face, evidence of a vindictive sort of pleasure that he took from causing pain to these people. Hermione crouched in front of them, her shield strapped to her arm. She was using it to bounce the spells back to those who shot them, and there was more than one cry of alarm from a Death Eater who found his own spell deflected back at him.
Ron was some distance away, treating the spear as if it were a baby, and the Death Eaters- well, they weren't being treated quite as well. There was a small pile of bodies around him. He jerked with the spear, and another body joined the pile.
But Lili was the one that drew the eye. Slashing and whirling, stabbing and blocking, a look of fierce joy on her face, she was clearly in her element. She had shortened her robes with Harry's wand, although jaggedly, and they were now to a bit above her knees, allowing her easy movement. With her hair flying around her head, her sword flashing, she looked like some sort of ethereal war goddess.
Her mind was working quickly. Voldemort had not attacked them himself: why? Either he was afraid, he wasn't used to being attacked like this, or he was building energy to attack them. She decided it was probably the latter.
Taking one last jab at a particularly annoying Death Eater, who simply refused to die, she turned to the others, grabbing Ron by the collar as she ran back to the other three. "Okay, people people people, we have to work the spell, now!"
"But how are we going to keep them from cursing us?" Draco asked, holding his head as if he had a headache, which he probably did. He took that opportunity to jump away from a curse directed at him, and Lili blocked it with the flat of her sword.
"I'll do it," volunteered Hermione, not taking her eyes off the small group of Death Eaters. "But I need someone to help me, feed me power. Anyone?"
"I'll help," Lili nodded at her friend.
"All right. You'll need to be the last to join the circle, though. Get it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
"Not that I want to end the little party, here," Draco cried exasperatedly, "But we've got a rather large army of Death Eaters attacking us. Can we get going?" The others nodded, and as Hermione spoke a few words, a large blue bubble surrounded them. She spoke again, and the bubble gained a hint of green. Every time a spell hit the wall, a bright green flash would occur, then fade away into the rest of the bubble. The five nodded one last time, and stepped into a circle around Draco.
Ron joined first, placing the blade of his spear on Draco's right shoulder. "Power of the mighty Fire, strong and virtuous, He who warms us, and gives us Light. The Power of Fire joins Earth, Air, Water and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." At the last word, a bright red light flared up, surrounding Ron and following the connection his spear made to Draco. Ron nodded to Harry, and the black-haired boy stepped forward.
Harry rested the edge of his bow on Draco's right shoulder. "Power of the mighty Air, Element invisible and strong, He who strengthens our hearts and destroys all unnatural. The Air Power joins Earth, Fire, Water, and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." As he finished, a yellow light surrounded him too, and moved through Draco, connecting him to Ron.
Now it was Hermione's turn. As she moved to place the shield against Draco's back, the bubble they were in turned entirely green, and Lili's face paled with the effort of maintaining it. "Power of the mighty Water, flowing, Mother of Change, She who gives us drink. The Power of Water joins Earth, Air, Fire and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." The blue light connected to Harry and Ron's light. And it was Lili's turn.
As she placed the tip of the sword at Draco's collarbone, the shield fell away, and she began her incantation hurriedly, stumbling over the words. "Power of the mighty Earth, Mother of Life, She who supports us, fee- aaaahhh!" Lili's words switched to an agonized scream as she dropped the sword and fell to the ground.
Voldemort stepped out of the shadows. "Foolish girl!" He snarled, squeezing a doll tightly in his hand. If the Mages had had the chance to look closely, they would all have noticed its remarkable resemblance to Lili. "You thought I would simply trust your word, with nothing to back it up? You are naive, girl, and it will get you killed!" He squeezed the doll even tighter, and Lili wailed inhumanly.
In between her screams, Lili choked out a few words. "Help me! Mother, help me!" Her friends looked at her body, writhing on the ground in pain. The spell was unfinished, they could not move to help her. "Help me, Mother!" And then they all heard it, even Voldemort. A great, deep, old voice, older than time, almost, and wise.
**I help, Child.**
A noise arose, a howling, from outside. And a lithe golden body launched itself at Voldemort. Whatever he was holding fell out of his hand, and Lili scrambled to her feet. "Naguret!" she gasped, out of breath.
**The Mother has called me back, child. Now finish your task. I have little, if any strength left.**
Lili grabbed the sword, and placed it at Draco's collarbone. He winced slightly as she pressed too hard, and blood seeped into his collar. "Power of the mighty Earth, Mother of Life, She who supports us, feeds us, homes us. The Earth Power joins Air, Fire, Water and Spirit now to create the cleansing Light." A green light enveloped Lili and connected to the others. As the connection was completed, Draco's body began to glow with a silver light, and he began to shake.
They all felt the same pain, incredibly intense. Harry thought, in what little part of him was left reasonable, that it was something to rival the Cruciatus curse. But while the Cruciatus was dark, this pain was almost cleansing. He watched with interest as Draco threw his head back and screamed, a silver light shooting out of his mouth. He didn't even realize that he himself was screaming too.
Now, none of the five Mages saw what happened after this, so I myself shall have to tell you. The light shot from Draco's mouth, bright and pure. The cleansing light. It reached high to the ceiling, and arched back downward in a perfect arc. And it hit Voldemort. He screamed, writhing in the pain that the light brought to someone so dark.
"And the Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness comprehended it not."
Voldemort gave one last scream and disappeared, as the five Mages fell to the ground.
(A/N) Wow, I liked the way that chapter came out! I was expecting the battle to come out kind of corny, but I liked that! And no, I, myself, M.W., am not narrating the story. You won't find out who that is until the end of the sequel, thank you very much. Now, there will probably be one, maybe two more chapters to this, then Warriors is done. But fret not (if you like this)! I'm turning this into The Lili Chronicles! There's gonna be two sequels and a prequel to this. I'm holding villain auditions right now, Voldemort is dead. Dead-dead. Not Obi-Wan Kenobi-comes-back-for-a-special-guest-appearance dead. Ding-Dong-the-witch-is-dead-which-old-witch-the-wicked-witch (even though he's a wizard) dead. he is not, I repeat, NOT coming back! So email me and tell me what kind of villain I should have for the next story, even though I may not use it, I appreciate suggestions.
And guess what? M.W.'s birthday is on Monday! Yay! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... oh well, not as much fun when there's no friends to try and steal the icing off your slice of cake. Mmmm... cake.... Okay, shutting up now! (My mother bought me a 4 pound tub of jellybeans as a bribe last week, I've eaten about half). And Ady, life's not fair, sorry to break it to you.
Don't forget to R&R, or I might kill a character in the sequel!
Luv ya lots!
-M.W.