Chapter 22: Choose
Chanse landed outside of the Forbidden Forest, and peered in. "Hey Chanse..." Chanse quickly turned around and saw Hagrid walking towards her.
"Shit that's all I need a huge half giant wanting to talk to me, when I'm supposed to be alone..."Chanse whispered to herself.
"What are you doing out here so late?" Hagrid questioned
"Forgive me Hagrid..." Chanse whispered under her breath
Chanse slowly pulled her wand out, from her pocket and pointed it at Hagrid. "Chanse?" Hagrid said with fear in his voice, as he took some steps back.
"I'm sorry...Petrificus Totalus." Hagrid fell to the ground with a huge thump. Chanse slowly walked over to Hagrid, who was just lying there, "I have to do this, to save Oliver, and...Harry..."
At the edge of the forest Chanse turned around, and looked at Hagrid's body, motionless, on the ground, "I'm sorry."
All of a sudden Chanse heard a wolf howl, and she turned back and faced the forest. She took a deep breath and walked in...
Chanse had no idea where she was supposed to walk to, or where she was going.
She continued to walk a little father, when she saw a clearing to the woods, but to get to it she had to push her way through a wall of thorns and branches.
Chanse looked all around the clearing, to find an easier way in but she saw that there was no easy way in. "I guess I have to go through, old fashion style..."She carefully climbed over and pushed her way through the branches.
When she was half way through the branch wall, she saw two figures sitting by a tree. She quickly stopped and looked at them, "They must be who took Harry and Oliver." She thought.
Chanse moved her head around, trying to get a better look at them, but she couldn't see. "I have to get closer." She whispered, to herself.
Very carefully and slowly she stepped over another branch, making sure not to step on it, and then she stopped, and looked at the figures.
She gasped, "Harry...Oliver?" She softly gasped. "I have to get them out of here." She looked around to see if anyone was around, and when she didn't see anyone she quickly jumped over the branches, and ran to them.
She picked Harry's head up off the ground, and tapped his cheek with her hand, "Harry? Come one Harry, wake up..."
"Huh?" Harry's green eyes slowly opened, "What happen?"
"Oh thank Merlin, you're ok..." Chanse pulled Harry close to her.
"Chanse...What are you doing here? What's going on?" Harry asked, as he softly pushed himself off of Chanse.
"Nothing, we have to get...Oliver!" Chanse turned around and saw Oliver lying on the forest floor.
She crawled over to Oliver's body and checked for a pulse... "Come on Oliver..." She laid her head on his chest, to check for a heartbeat.
"YES!" She yelled as, she sat up, "He's alive...barely, but still alive...We need to get out of here." Chanse stood up and helped Harry up off the ground, "Help me get Oliver."
"What's going on?"
"No time to..." A figure moved in the shadows. "...Harry." Chanse whispered.
"Yeah?" Harry whispered back.
"Get behind me and protect Oliver."
"Why?"
"Just do it!" Chanse yelled.
Harry quickly ran behind Chanse, and bent down next to Oliver and looked back up at Chanse, "Who's out there?" Chanse yelled.
There was silence.
"I'm here...alone..."
Still silence.
Chanse heard something, to the left of her, rustle in the bushes, "Show yourself." Chanse screamed, but the rustling stopped. "Hello?" Chanse said, as she took a step towards Harry, and Oliver.
There was a strange silence, nothing was moving...Nothing was making a sound in the forest.
Chanse turned around to Harry, and bent down by his side, "Stay here, I'll be right back..."
Chanse stood up, and took a step forward, "Show yourself, you fucking coward." Chanse yelled, as she slid her hand into her pocket, and grasped her wand, without bringing it out.
"Fine I'll come to you." Chanse smirked, as she started walking towards the wall of bushes, when she got a bad feeling in her head, "Voldemort..." She whispered to herself.
She continued to walk and the pain in her head got sharper and sharper, she finally turned around, to Harry, "Harry, take care of..."Chanse voice faded off.
A tall dark figure was holding Harry and Oliver, by the necks, in the air, "I see you've made it, Foxlin...Potter." Harry stopped squirming and looked at the creature, then at Chanse.
"I'm here...now drop them."
"Oh no..."The creature looked, slowly, at Harry, who began squirming again. Then it looked at Oliver's motionless body, "In case you couldn't tell, you're not the one to call the shots here...I'm in charge."
Chanse took a deep breath in, "Fine..." Chanse slowly started to slide her hand out of her pocket.
"Stop right there." Voldemort hissed, "I know your little wand is in there." Chanse looked down at her hand, "Now, take your hand out of your pocket, and take your wand out too." Chanse took a deep breath in.
'Maybe I could use Avada Kedavra, to kill him...' Chanse thought, as she slowly slid the wand out of her pocket.
"Before you think of using any spells on me, remember, I still hold these two." Voldemort slyly said, as he raised the two boys higher in the air.
Chanse looked at Harry and Oliver. She looked down at the ground, and sighed. Chanse threw her wand to Voldemort's feet, "There...What now?"
"Well you have a choice to make Miss Foxlin Potter." Voldemort hissed.
Chanse looked down at the ground, "No..." She whispered to herself.
She took in a deep breath, and slowly looked up at Voldemort, trying to hide all her fears, from her eyes. But no matter how hard she tried she felt that he could see right through her, "Are you scared?"
"No." Chanse said with all the confidence she had left.
"You seem to be," Voldemort smirked, "Would you like to know your choice?" Chanse nodded. "Alright then...You must choose between..." Chanse closed her eyes tightly, trying not to cry, because she knew what she had to choose from, "......You must choose from: Saving your precious boyfriend," Voldemort held Oliver high in the air, then and lowered him again, "and killing your little brother..."
"Little brother?" Harry gasped, with his only breath.
"Harry..."Chanse whispered.
Voldemort laughed, "You mean to tell me she didn't tell you Potter?" Voldemort looked Harry in the eyes, deeply, "What a shame...Or Miss Potter, you can save your brother, and kill your boyfriend..." Voldemort swung Oliver back and forth.
Chanse took a step forward, and then stepped back and cupped her hands around her mouth.
"The choice is yours Foxlin..."Voldemort smirked, "...But the more you think about your decision the more and more your loved ones, lose breath...think about it."
Chanse looked down at the ground, then back up at Harry who was slowly stopping to squirm. Then she looked over at Oliver, who was still motionless.
"Chanse..." Harry gasped.
"Foolish boy..." Voldemort tighten his grip around Harry's neck.
Harry let out a small yelp, and Chanse started to run to him, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Voldemort hissed
"Well you're not me..." Chanse started to run towards Voldemort.
"AHHHH!" Harry screamed, as Voldemort tightened his grip on both Harry and Oliver.
Quickly, Chanse stopped and looked up at Harry and Oliver.
"Chanse save Oliver...AHHHH!" Harry screamed as he pulled on Voldemort's hand. "Save Oliver!" Harry screamed at Chanse.
"But..."
"DO IT!" Harry screamed, and then passed out, from lack of oxygen.
"I choose saving Harry!" Chanse screamed at Voldemort.
"But he said to choose Oliver, why didn't you?"
"Cause blood is thicker."
"Fine..." Voldemort tossed Harry at Chanse's feet.
Chanse bent down on the ground and lifted Harry's head up, and looked up at Voldemort, "But now that you say blood is thicker, we'll test that theory with your little boyfriend here..."
"NO!"
"Oh don't worry, since YOU practically killed him, he won't feel a damn thing!" Voldemort snarled. Voldemort lifted Oliver in front of him, and drew out his wand a pointed it right in front of Oliver's face.
"STOP!" Chanse screamed.
"Oh no Foxlin, you've already made your decision...Once it's made there's no going back." He laughed.
"Don't touch him." Chanse stood up, with anger filled eyes, she stared at Voldemort. "Don't touch a fucking hair on him."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because..." Chanse took a step towards Voldemort, "...you don't want him..."
"Oh, how do you know...maybe I do?" Voldemort moved Oliver in front of him and looked at him, "You know he would make a good death eater."
"You don't want him..."
"Then who do I want, if not him?"
Chanse looked down at Harry, who was lying on the forest floor, unconscious. Then she looked back up at Voldemort, "You want..." She looked back at Harry, who was slowly starting to wake, "...me."
"You?" Voldemort thought about it, "Keep those two alive, and take you."
Chanse took in a deep breath, "Yes."
There was a strange silence between them, while Voldemort thought over the offer...
"Chanse what's going on?" Harry gasped, as he slowly woke up.
Chanse turned around and looked at Harry, "Harry..."
"You're right taking you would be much better, then taking either one of these stupid low wizards, if you choose to call them that..." Voldemort smirked. "Get you back for all those years, that I've been in torture because of you..." Voldemort whispered under his breath.
"You have a deal!" Voldemort boomed at Chanse.
"Fine let me talk to Harry."
"But you don't get what you want, till I get what I want."
"Fine." Chanse sharply hissed. Chanse bent down to Harry, and looked into his almond brown eyes, "Harry..."
"What's going on? I'm your brother? What does Voldemort want? What about..."
"Shhh..." Chanse placed her finger on Harry's lips, and held back her tears with all her might, "...everything's going to be ok," Chanse pulled Harry to her chest and slowly the tears rolled down her cheek onto his hair, "You and I were never to know that were we brother and sister..."
"Why?" Harry whispered.
"Fear of Voldemort finding us, and using the other one to get to the other one..." Chanse tightened her grip around Harry back, "...So...I've decided that we're not going to have to deal with the fear of losing the other one..."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he slowly pushed her of her and looked at her eyes, which had tears, which glistened in the moon light, roll down her cheek.
"To keep both you and Oliver alive..." Chanse slid her hand onto Harry's cheek, "I'm going to take Oliver spot..."
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed, "You can't." tears started running down his face.
"Don't cry," Chanse pulled Harry to her again, "This is the only way..." She thought those were the hardest words she would ever have to say, but she was wrong.
Harry grabbed the back of Chanse's shirt and gripped it tighter, and cried on her shirt, "Chanse..."
"Yeah?"
"I..." He tightened his grip more, "I don't want to lose you."
"This is the only way..." Chanse softly pushed Harry off her and stood up, and looked down at Harry, "Tell Oliver I loved him so much." Harry nodded.
Chanse turned back around and faced Voldemort, and started to walk towards him, "Wait!" Harry screamed.
Chanse turned around and saw Harry running towards her. Chanse stopped, and Harry ran into her arms, and squeezed her tightly, "I love you..." Chanse grabbed him, tightly, and softly cried, "... sister." Chanse softly pushed Harry off her and looked into his eyes, which were blurred with tears.
She pulled him quickly back into her, and whispered, "I love you too, baby brother."
"Then don't leave me."
"I have to." Chanse said those words, and realized those were the hardest words she's had ever said.
Harry pushed off of her again, and looked at her with a small smile, "But with our combined powers we can beat him..."
"No we can't." Chanse looked behind at Oliver, then back at Harry, "I can't take that chance, while he's still got Oliver's life in his hands."
Chanse stood up and started walking towards Voldemort, when Harry grabbed her pants. "No don't leave me."
"Let go of me!" Chanse screamed.
"No...I've already lost my mother and father, I don't want to lose my sister too!" Harry screamed as tears ran down his face.
Chanse turned around, and bent down to Harry and wiped his tears, then she hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "No matter, life or death you'll never lose me...I'm with you always," Chanse pushed Harry off of her, "right here." Chanse pointed to Harry's heart, and forced a smile. "Baby brother I've be always watching over you, and life would be easier for everyone if I was gone." Chanse softly said as a tears rolled down her cheek.
"No it wouldn't," Harry yelled as he fell back into Chanse's arms, "my life wouldn't be easier...It would just be emptier." Harry whispered as he squeezed tighter around Chanse's waist.
"Harry..." Chanse whispered as she squeezed tighter around Harry, "I'm sorry..." Harry pushed off her and looked at her, as she stood up, and turned around, and faced Voldemort, "Accio." Chanse's wand flew to her hand, "I'm sorry Harry..." Chanse pointed the wand at Harry, "Wingardium Leviosa..." Chanse's voice softly faded off, as Harry slid across the ground, and up against a tree.
Chanse turned back around and faced Voldemort, who was still holding on to Oliver's lifeless body. "Ok give me Oliver." Chanse demanded as she stuck out her hand.
"Oh no, you come here first, then I'll give you this." Voldemort swung Oliver around a little.
"How about you send Oliver over to Harry, and when he's over there, I go to you?"
"Fine." Voldemort tossed Oliver's body in the air.
Chanse turned around and saw Voldemort standing there with his hand extended towards Chanse, "Now keep your part." He hissed.
Chanse started walking towards him, when she pulled her wand out from behind her back, and pointed it at Voldemort, "Accio..."
Chanse wand went flying out of her hand and into Voldemort's other hand, "Nice try, young witch." He hissed as he glided over to Chanse, and stood in front of her. Chanse started to shake as she looked up at the giant figure, Voldemort, standing right in front of her. "Are you scared?" Voldemort smirked.
Chanse didn't say anything for a while, "No." She said as her voice shook.
"Well you should be." He boomed at her.
Voldemort raised his arms in the arm, and the sky above began to change colors, all around the Forbidden Forest. Chanse looked all around her, and saw the tree blowing in the hard wind, and the sky changing colors, and energy drawing to Voldemort's body. She turned around to see if Oliver and Harry were ok...
Chanse saw a huge red fire around Oliver's lifeless body, and it began to glow brighter and brighter. Then finally in exploded with light, and fell over Oliver's body, and in covered him with red glowing dust. Then a giant gust of wind came and blew the dust off of his lifeless body and up into the air, where it disappeared.
Chanse ran as fast as she could over to Oliver, "Oliver..." she whispered as she bent down to him, "Oliver..." No response.
Chanse placed her hands around her mouth, and slowly moved them over her face, and began to softly cry onto them. Chanse stopped crying when she felt a loving touch on her shoulder. She looked up from her hands and looked at the hand, and traced it back to the body...
"Oliver?" Chanse looked down and saw Oliver, with his eyes open, and his hand on Chanse's shoulder, "You're...you're..."
"In love." He whispered softly to Chanse. Chanse didn't say anything. She just grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly in her hands, and fell into his arms, and kissed his cheek.
Chanse closed her eyes tightly as she rocked back and forth in Oliver's arms; she blocked out every noise, and feeling except for the sound of Oliver's heartbeat and his touch. Chanse slowly pushed off of Oliver, and leaned in to kiss him, when Oliver pushed Chanse off him and stood up. Chanse looked down at the ground and held back her tears. She was speechless...
Chanse turned her head and look up and Oliver, and saw that Voldemort was right in front of him.
Chanse panicked and looked around for something to distracted or hurt Voldemort, so that he wouldn't hurt Oliver.
Chanse remembered her wand, "Accio wand." Her wand slid across the ground towards her, but Voldemort stepped down on the wand, "Looks like you weren't such a dumb witch after all." He hissed as he looked at Chanse, who was slowly standing up.
"Don't touch her." Oliver yelled with all his might.
"Or what? You'll hurt me? A Phoenix can only revive you fully once, before it explodes."
"What?" Chanse gasped.
"The red light over Oliver was Fawkes...reviving his pathetic ass," Voldemort snickered, "And now you don't have the strength to even weaken me." Voldemort said as he pushed Oliver back into Chanse, and when Oliver fell into Chanse they lost their balance and fell onto the forest ground.
"Oh good with the two of you, on top of each other, I can kill both of you at the same time..." Voldemort smiled as he pulled his wand out from under his cloak and pointed it at Oliver and Chanse, "Well it'll be easy to kill you, but she might take some work on killing." Voldemort smiled.
Chanse grabbed Oliver's hand, and squeezed her eyes closed and tighter her grip on Oliver's hand.
Chanse's eyes quickly shot open, and she screamed, "AHHHHH!" She looked around and saw her body come off the ground, and raise up.
She looked down on the ground and saw Harry against the tree, with fear in his eyes, as he looked down at the ground. Chanse traced Harry's eyes on the ground till they came onto a body, face down on the forest floor, covered in blood, with holes in the left side... It's was Oliver.
Chanse landed outside of the Forbidden Forest, and peered in. "Hey Chanse..." Chanse quickly turned around and saw Hagrid walking towards her.
"Shit that's all I need a huge half giant wanting to talk to me, when I'm supposed to be alone..."Chanse whispered to herself.
"What are you doing out here so late?" Hagrid questioned
"Forgive me Hagrid..." Chanse whispered under her breath
Chanse slowly pulled her wand out, from her pocket and pointed it at Hagrid. "Chanse?" Hagrid said with fear in his voice, as he took some steps back.
"I'm sorry...Petrificus Totalus." Hagrid fell to the ground with a huge thump. Chanse slowly walked over to Hagrid, who was just lying there, "I have to do this, to save Oliver, and...Harry..."
At the edge of the forest Chanse turned around, and looked at Hagrid's body, motionless, on the ground, "I'm sorry."
All of a sudden Chanse heard a wolf howl, and she turned back and faced the forest. She took a deep breath and walked in...
Chanse had no idea where she was supposed to walk to, or where she was going.
She continued to walk a little father, when she saw a clearing to the woods, but to get to it she had to push her way through a wall of thorns and branches.
Chanse looked all around the clearing, to find an easier way in but she saw that there was no easy way in. "I guess I have to go through, old fashion style..."She carefully climbed over and pushed her way through the branches.
When she was half way through the branch wall, she saw two figures sitting by a tree. She quickly stopped and looked at them, "They must be who took Harry and Oliver." She thought.
Chanse moved her head around, trying to get a better look at them, but she couldn't see. "I have to get closer." She whispered, to herself.
Very carefully and slowly she stepped over another branch, making sure not to step on it, and then she stopped, and looked at the figures.
She gasped, "Harry...Oliver?" She softly gasped. "I have to get them out of here." She looked around to see if anyone was around, and when she didn't see anyone she quickly jumped over the branches, and ran to them.
She picked Harry's head up off the ground, and tapped his cheek with her hand, "Harry? Come one Harry, wake up..."
"Huh?" Harry's green eyes slowly opened, "What happen?"
"Oh thank Merlin, you're ok..." Chanse pulled Harry close to her.
"Chanse...What are you doing here? What's going on?" Harry asked, as he softly pushed himself off of Chanse.
"Nothing, we have to get...Oliver!" Chanse turned around and saw Oliver lying on the forest floor.
She crawled over to Oliver's body and checked for a pulse... "Come on Oliver..." She laid her head on his chest, to check for a heartbeat.
"YES!" She yelled as, she sat up, "He's alive...barely, but still alive...We need to get out of here." Chanse stood up and helped Harry up off the ground, "Help me get Oliver."
"What's going on?"
"No time to..." A figure moved in the shadows. "...Harry." Chanse whispered.
"Yeah?" Harry whispered back.
"Get behind me and protect Oliver."
"Why?"
"Just do it!" Chanse yelled.
Harry quickly ran behind Chanse, and bent down next to Oliver and looked back up at Chanse, "Who's out there?" Chanse yelled.
There was silence.
"I'm here...alone..."
Still silence.
Chanse heard something, to the left of her, rustle in the bushes, "Show yourself." Chanse screamed, but the rustling stopped. "Hello?" Chanse said, as she took a step towards Harry, and Oliver.
There was a strange silence, nothing was moving...Nothing was making a sound in the forest.
Chanse turned around to Harry, and bent down by his side, "Stay here, I'll be right back..."
Chanse stood up, and took a step forward, "Show yourself, you fucking coward." Chanse yelled, as she slid her hand into her pocket, and grasped her wand, without bringing it out.
"Fine I'll come to you." Chanse smirked, as she started walking towards the wall of bushes, when she got a bad feeling in her head, "Voldemort..." She whispered to herself.
She continued to walk and the pain in her head got sharper and sharper, she finally turned around, to Harry, "Harry, take care of..."Chanse voice faded off.
A tall dark figure was holding Harry and Oliver, by the necks, in the air, "I see you've made it, Foxlin...Potter." Harry stopped squirming and looked at the creature, then at Chanse.
"I'm here...now drop them."
"Oh no..."The creature looked, slowly, at Harry, who began squirming again. Then it looked at Oliver's motionless body, "In case you couldn't tell, you're not the one to call the shots here...I'm in charge."
Chanse took a deep breath in, "Fine..." Chanse slowly started to slide her hand out of her pocket.
"Stop right there." Voldemort hissed, "I know your little wand is in there." Chanse looked down at her hand, "Now, take your hand out of your pocket, and take your wand out too." Chanse took a deep breath in.
'Maybe I could use Avada Kedavra, to kill him...' Chanse thought, as she slowly slid the wand out of her pocket.
"Before you think of using any spells on me, remember, I still hold these two." Voldemort slyly said, as he raised the two boys higher in the air.
Chanse looked at Harry and Oliver. She looked down at the ground, and sighed. Chanse threw her wand to Voldemort's feet, "There...What now?"
"Well you have a choice to make Miss Foxlin Potter." Voldemort hissed.
Chanse looked down at the ground, "No..." She whispered to herself.
She took in a deep breath, and slowly looked up at Voldemort, trying to hide all her fears, from her eyes. But no matter how hard she tried she felt that he could see right through her, "Are you scared?"
"No." Chanse said with all the confidence she had left.
"You seem to be," Voldemort smirked, "Would you like to know your choice?" Chanse nodded. "Alright then...You must choose between..." Chanse closed her eyes tightly, trying not to cry, because she knew what she had to choose from, "......You must choose from: Saving your precious boyfriend," Voldemort held Oliver high in the air, then and lowered him again, "and killing your little brother..."
"Little brother?" Harry gasped, with his only breath.
"Harry..."Chanse whispered.
Voldemort laughed, "You mean to tell me she didn't tell you Potter?" Voldemort looked Harry in the eyes, deeply, "What a shame...Or Miss Potter, you can save your brother, and kill your boyfriend..." Voldemort swung Oliver back and forth.
Chanse took a step forward, and then stepped back and cupped her hands around her mouth.
"The choice is yours Foxlin..."Voldemort smirked, "...But the more you think about your decision the more and more your loved ones, lose breath...think about it."
Chanse looked down at the ground, then back up at Harry who was slowly stopping to squirm. Then she looked over at Oliver, who was still motionless.
"Chanse..." Harry gasped.
"Foolish boy..." Voldemort tighten his grip around Harry's neck.
Harry let out a small yelp, and Chanse started to run to him, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Voldemort hissed
"Well you're not me..." Chanse started to run towards Voldemort.
"AHHHH!" Harry screamed, as Voldemort tightened his grip on both Harry and Oliver.
Quickly, Chanse stopped and looked up at Harry and Oliver.
"Chanse save Oliver...AHHHH!" Harry screamed as he pulled on Voldemort's hand. "Save Oliver!" Harry screamed at Chanse.
"But..."
"DO IT!" Harry screamed, and then passed out, from lack of oxygen.
"I choose saving Harry!" Chanse screamed at Voldemort.
"But he said to choose Oliver, why didn't you?"
"Cause blood is thicker."
"Fine..." Voldemort tossed Harry at Chanse's feet.
Chanse bent down on the ground and lifted Harry's head up, and looked up at Voldemort, "But now that you say blood is thicker, we'll test that theory with your little boyfriend here..."
"NO!"
"Oh don't worry, since YOU practically killed him, he won't feel a damn thing!" Voldemort snarled. Voldemort lifted Oliver in front of him, and drew out his wand a pointed it right in front of Oliver's face.
"STOP!" Chanse screamed.
"Oh no Foxlin, you've already made your decision...Once it's made there's no going back." He laughed.
"Don't touch him." Chanse stood up, with anger filled eyes, she stared at Voldemort. "Don't touch a fucking hair on him."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because..." Chanse took a step towards Voldemort, "...you don't want him..."
"Oh, how do you know...maybe I do?" Voldemort moved Oliver in front of him and looked at him, "You know he would make a good death eater."
"You don't want him..."
"Then who do I want, if not him?"
Chanse looked down at Harry, who was lying on the forest floor, unconscious. Then she looked back up at Voldemort, "You want..." She looked back at Harry, who was slowly starting to wake, "...me."
"You?" Voldemort thought about it, "Keep those two alive, and take you."
Chanse took in a deep breath, "Yes."
There was a strange silence between them, while Voldemort thought over the offer...
"Chanse what's going on?" Harry gasped, as he slowly woke up.
Chanse turned around and looked at Harry, "Harry..."
"You're right taking you would be much better, then taking either one of these stupid low wizards, if you choose to call them that..." Voldemort smirked. "Get you back for all those years, that I've been in torture because of you..." Voldemort whispered under his breath.
"You have a deal!" Voldemort boomed at Chanse.
"Fine let me talk to Harry."
"But you don't get what you want, till I get what I want."
"Fine." Chanse sharply hissed. Chanse bent down to Harry, and looked into his almond brown eyes, "Harry..."
"What's going on? I'm your brother? What does Voldemort want? What about..."
"Shhh..." Chanse placed her finger on Harry's lips, and held back her tears with all her might, "...everything's going to be ok," Chanse pulled Harry to her chest and slowly the tears rolled down her cheek onto his hair, "You and I were never to know that were we brother and sister..."
"Why?" Harry whispered.
"Fear of Voldemort finding us, and using the other one to get to the other one..." Chanse tightened her grip around Harry back, "...So...I've decided that we're not going to have to deal with the fear of losing the other one..."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he slowly pushed her of her and looked at her eyes, which had tears, which glistened in the moon light, roll down her cheek.
"To keep both you and Oliver alive..." Chanse slid her hand onto Harry's cheek, "I'm going to take Oliver spot..."
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed, "You can't." tears started running down his face.
"Don't cry," Chanse pulled Harry to her again, "This is the only way..." She thought those were the hardest words she would ever have to say, but she was wrong.
Harry grabbed the back of Chanse's shirt and gripped it tighter, and cried on her shirt, "Chanse..."
"Yeah?"
"I..." He tightened his grip more, "I don't want to lose you."
"This is the only way..." Chanse softly pushed Harry off her and stood up, and looked down at Harry, "Tell Oliver I loved him so much." Harry nodded.
Chanse turned back around and faced Voldemort, and started to walk towards him, "Wait!" Harry screamed.
Chanse turned around and saw Harry running towards her. Chanse stopped, and Harry ran into her arms, and squeezed her tightly, "I love you..." Chanse grabbed him, tightly, and softly cried, "... sister." Chanse softly pushed Harry off her and looked into his eyes, which were blurred with tears.
She pulled him quickly back into her, and whispered, "I love you too, baby brother."
"Then don't leave me."
"I have to." Chanse said those words, and realized those were the hardest words she's had ever said.
Harry pushed off of her again, and looked at her with a small smile, "But with our combined powers we can beat him..."
"No we can't." Chanse looked behind at Oliver, then back at Harry, "I can't take that chance, while he's still got Oliver's life in his hands."
Chanse stood up and started walking towards Voldemort, when Harry grabbed her pants. "No don't leave me."
"Let go of me!" Chanse screamed.
"No...I've already lost my mother and father, I don't want to lose my sister too!" Harry screamed as tears ran down his face.
Chanse turned around, and bent down to Harry and wiped his tears, then she hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "No matter, life or death you'll never lose me...I'm with you always," Chanse pushed Harry off of her, "right here." Chanse pointed to Harry's heart, and forced a smile. "Baby brother I've be always watching over you, and life would be easier for everyone if I was gone." Chanse softly said as a tears rolled down her cheek.
"No it wouldn't," Harry yelled as he fell back into Chanse's arms, "my life wouldn't be easier...It would just be emptier." Harry whispered as he squeezed tighter around Chanse's waist.
"Harry..." Chanse whispered as she squeezed tighter around Harry, "I'm sorry..." Harry pushed off her and looked at her, as she stood up, and turned around, and faced Voldemort, "Accio." Chanse's wand flew to her hand, "I'm sorry Harry..." Chanse pointed the wand at Harry, "Wingardium Leviosa..." Chanse's voice softly faded off, as Harry slid across the ground, and up against a tree.
Chanse turned back around and faced Voldemort, who was still holding on to Oliver's lifeless body. "Ok give me Oliver." Chanse demanded as she stuck out her hand.
"Oh no, you come here first, then I'll give you this." Voldemort swung Oliver around a little.
"How about you send Oliver over to Harry, and when he's over there, I go to you?"
"Fine." Voldemort tossed Oliver's body in the air.
Chanse turned around and saw Voldemort standing there with his hand extended towards Chanse, "Now keep your part." He hissed.
Chanse started walking towards him, when she pulled her wand out from behind her back, and pointed it at Voldemort, "Accio..."
Chanse wand went flying out of her hand and into Voldemort's other hand, "Nice try, young witch." He hissed as he glided over to Chanse, and stood in front of her. Chanse started to shake as she looked up at the giant figure, Voldemort, standing right in front of her. "Are you scared?" Voldemort smirked.
Chanse didn't say anything for a while, "No." She said as her voice shook.
"Well you should be." He boomed at her.
Voldemort raised his arms in the arm, and the sky above began to change colors, all around the Forbidden Forest. Chanse looked all around her, and saw the tree blowing in the hard wind, and the sky changing colors, and energy drawing to Voldemort's body. She turned around to see if Oliver and Harry were ok...
Chanse saw a huge red fire around Oliver's lifeless body, and it began to glow brighter and brighter. Then finally in exploded with light, and fell over Oliver's body, and in covered him with red glowing dust. Then a giant gust of wind came and blew the dust off of his lifeless body and up into the air, where it disappeared.
Chanse ran as fast as she could over to Oliver, "Oliver..." she whispered as she bent down to him, "Oliver..." No response.
Chanse placed her hands around her mouth, and slowly moved them over her face, and began to softly cry onto them. Chanse stopped crying when she felt a loving touch on her shoulder. She looked up from her hands and looked at the hand, and traced it back to the body...
"Oliver?" Chanse looked down and saw Oliver, with his eyes open, and his hand on Chanse's shoulder, "You're...you're..."
"In love." He whispered softly to Chanse. Chanse didn't say anything. She just grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly in her hands, and fell into his arms, and kissed his cheek.
Chanse closed her eyes tightly as she rocked back and forth in Oliver's arms; she blocked out every noise, and feeling except for the sound of Oliver's heartbeat and his touch. Chanse slowly pushed off of Oliver, and leaned in to kiss him, when Oliver pushed Chanse off him and stood up. Chanse looked down at the ground and held back her tears. She was speechless...
Chanse turned her head and look up and Oliver, and saw that Voldemort was right in front of him.
Chanse panicked and looked around for something to distracted or hurt Voldemort, so that he wouldn't hurt Oliver.
Chanse remembered her wand, "Accio wand." Her wand slid across the ground towards her, but Voldemort stepped down on the wand, "Looks like you weren't such a dumb witch after all." He hissed as he looked at Chanse, who was slowly standing up.
"Don't touch her." Oliver yelled with all his might.
"Or what? You'll hurt me? A Phoenix can only revive you fully once, before it explodes."
"What?" Chanse gasped.
"The red light over Oliver was Fawkes...reviving his pathetic ass," Voldemort snickered, "And now you don't have the strength to even weaken me." Voldemort said as he pushed Oliver back into Chanse, and when Oliver fell into Chanse they lost their balance and fell onto the forest ground.
"Oh good with the two of you, on top of each other, I can kill both of you at the same time..." Voldemort smiled as he pulled his wand out from under his cloak and pointed it at Oliver and Chanse, "Well it'll be easy to kill you, but she might take some work on killing." Voldemort smiled.
Chanse grabbed Oliver's hand, and squeezed her eyes closed and tighter her grip on Oliver's hand.
Chanse's eyes quickly shot open, and she screamed, "AHHHHH!" She looked around and saw her body come off the ground, and raise up.
She looked down on the ground and saw Harry against the tree, with fear in his eyes, as he looked down at the ground. Chanse traced Harry's eyes on the ground till they came onto a body, face down on the forest floor, covered in blood, with holes in the left side... It's was Oliver.