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Chapter 13: A Road To Death
I rose to my feet, and ran at Voldemort, the anger controlling my mind. He cackled, and threw me back. I hit the ground with a loud thump and wiped the blood from my nose.
"I should have killed you all sooner!" he cried, the laughter in his voice projecting.
I don't know how I did it, but my body lunged forward at him, knocking him back. He grasped his wand and hit me in the stomach with it. I fell back, bleeding excessively. I started to cry, but remembering what I had told myself, I cleaned the tears, and stood back up. He raced forward, wand in one hand, and smile on his face. I stepped to the side, but he caught me, and threw me back onto the ground. I held tightly onto his neck, as he spun me around and threw me into the stone wall. My head jerked back, and I felt my feet going numb. Voldemort grabbed his wand and headed for me, but Hermione grabbed his leg, and punched his shin. He turned around, and shot Hermione with his wand, causing her to shrivel up and begin to sob. I closed my eyes and began to pray again, but I knew the end was too near. I opened them, as he sprinted towards me, and looked to Draco. He was holding out his wand with a limp hand, agony in his eyes. I slid towards him and grabbed the wand, crouching up to hit Voldemort. I yelled the worst spell I knew, but the power in me was too weak. It bounced right off Voldemort.
"Does the little girl want to duel now?" he cried, laughing. I took into a stance, and glided past him, reaching over my head, swiping my body around, and firing. He took this by surprised, and got a couple of shots in the back, but they just stunned him, and soon he was back at me, shouting spells.
He grabbed me by the neck, and held me up the wall. I was pinned. His head was even with mine, his sneering voice shivering down my spine.
"I knew all these Potters were trouble," he whispered in my ear. He clenched my neck harder. I closed my eyes, and started to weep. It was over, my life. He raised his wand, and with the words that I knew fairly well, a green light shot out from his wand.
I hit the floor, and realizing what had happened, my body shot up erect. I ran to Draco's lifeless body. He had knocked me out of Voldemort's hands when I was just about to die. I turned him over, and stroked his white face with my hand. I held the tears back, and looked for a pulse, but there was none. I couldn't cry. There was no reason to do so. He had saved me, and now I knew, there was a reason for me to live, or else I would have died by now. Voldemort was just behind me, angry as can be.
"At least I got another one of those silly prats out of the way," he laughed, calming his anger. I closed my eyes, mad, angry, frustrated, and sorrow. I couldn't take it anymore. Everything was happening to quickly. My waltz had turned into a disco that I couldn't keep up with. I broke down on the floor, screaming and yelling and the tears flowing into the air. I pulled myself up, and with Draco's wand in one hand, I raced towards Voldemort, but he just knocked me down. I pulled myself back up, and wanting, needing revenge, I raced back towards him. He pushed me down once more, and again tried to kill me. I rolled out of the target, and he yelled with anger.
"You killed Harry," I whispered, "and Draco, and Lily and James, and… you killed me."
He raised his brow, and then chuckled with the voice that I hated. I couldn't stand him anymore.
I could feel a gust of wind enter my body, as I stood up and stayed still. The memories flashed through my mind, my life, my friends, my love.
And then I opened my eyes, and it all ended. I screamed, and with the long wand in my hand, I felt the wind help me defeat Voldemort. The evil inside everyone, the evil that prolonged its reign through the lives of my friends. And that was the end. I dropped to the floor, drained, wasted, and lifeless. I was heading on the road to death.
Chapter 13: A Road To Death
I rose to my feet, and ran at Voldemort, the anger controlling my mind. He cackled, and threw me back. I hit the ground with a loud thump and wiped the blood from my nose.
"I should have killed you all sooner!" he cried, the laughter in his voice projecting.
I don't know how I did it, but my body lunged forward at him, knocking him back. He grasped his wand and hit me in the stomach with it. I fell back, bleeding excessively. I started to cry, but remembering what I had told myself, I cleaned the tears, and stood back up. He raced forward, wand in one hand, and smile on his face. I stepped to the side, but he caught me, and threw me back onto the ground. I held tightly onto his neck, as he spun me around and threw me into the stone wall. My head jerked back, and I felt my feet going numb. Voldemort grabbed his wand and headed for me, but Hermione grabbed his leg, and punched his shin. He turned around, and shot Hermione with his wand, causing her to shrivel up and begin to sob. I closed my eyes and began to pray again, but I knew the end was too near. I opened them, as he sprinted towards me, and looked to Draco. He was holding out his wand with a limp hand, agony in his eyes. I slid towards him and grabbed the wand, crouching up to hit Voldemort. I yelled the worst spell I knew, but the power in me was too weak. It bounced right off Voldemort.
"Does the little girl want to duel now?" he cried, laughing. I took into a stance, and glided past him, reaching over my head, swiping my body around, and firing. He took this by surprised, and got a couple of shots in the back, but they just stunned him, and soon he was back at me, shouting spells.
He grabbed me by the neck, and held me up the wall. I was pinned. His head was even with mine, his sneering voice shivering down my spine.
"I knew all these Potters were trouble," he whispered in my ear. He clenched my neck harder. I closed my eyes, and started to weep. It was over, my life. He raised his wand, and with the words that I knew fairly well, a green light shot out from his wand.
I hit the floor, and realizing what had happened, my body shot up erect. I ran to Draco's lifeless body. He had knocked me out of Voldemort's hands when I was just about to die. I turned him over, and stroked his white face with my hand. I held the tears back, and looked for a pulse, but there was none. I couldn't cry. There was no reason to do so. He had saved me, and now I knew, there was a reason for me to live, or else I would have died by now. Voldemort was just behind me, angry as can be.
"At least I got another one of those silly prats out of the way," he laughed, calming his anger. I closed my eyes, mad, angry, frustrated, and sorrow. I couldn't take it anymore. Everything was happening to quickly. My waltz had turned into a disco that I couldn't keep up with. I broke down on the floor, screaming and yelling and the tears flowing into the air. I pulled myself up, and with Draco's wand in one hand, I raced towards Voldemort, but he just knocked me down. I pulled myself back up, and wanting, needing revenge, I raced back towards him. He pushed me down once more, and again tried to kill me. I rolled out of the target, and he yelled with anger.
"You killed Harry," I whispered, "and Draco, and Lily and James, and… you killed me."
He raised his brow, and then chuckled with the voice that I hated. I couldn't stand him anymore.
I could feel a gust of wind enter my body, as I stood up and stayed still. The memories flashed through my mind, my life, my friends, my love.
And then I opened my eyes, and it all ended. I screamed, and with the long wand in my hand, I felt the wind help me defeat Voldemort. The evil inside everyone, the evil that prolonged its reign through the lives of my friends. And that was the end. I dropped to the floor, drained, wasted, and lifeless. I was heading on the road to death.