A/N: Hello again. I realize that I probably have no fans left after leaving this fic for so long, but I wasn't quite depressed enough to write it. Actually, I was at one point, but I didn't have the time to write. I was so depressed then, I probably could have FINISHED this fic in one night, but let's not talk about that.
I will assume you have all read my author's note, posted previously to this chapter. If you haven't, tough on you. The plot and events of the fifth book WILL be mentioned in here.
Thank you to my reviewers:
Hannah- RELAX. I will GET THERE eventually. Nope. You made a fool of yourself again. They're not Nordic. At ALL. Try ELVISH. The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien inspired it, and it's about an elf riding to the Iron Hill, where the big evil dude lives, and battling said evil dude. There is NO SUCH THING as a review that's too long. The longer, the better.
El Borla Cynara- *mock indignation* I can have plot development if I want to! And it will be hard for later event to occur if the main character knocks himself off so early in the fic.
That being said, I think we should start on the fic before I ramble too much.
DISCLAIMER: I NEED MONEY! Can someone please, Please, PLEASE sell me the rights to these characters so I can make some? *Begs* PUH-LEEEEAASSSEE???????
Chapter 6
I stand aloneNo one's by my side
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Draco walked toward Gryffindor tower, three of them assuming Harry was behind them. Only Ginny knew that Harry wasn't there, but she wasn't about to say anything to the others. She well knew that he needed more time to himself. Over the past few years, he had drawn back from the others, not joining in their activities and jokes. He could often be found in a dark corner of the common room, thinking or brooding. The group reached the tower, and entered. Hermione finally looked back, and noticed Harry's absence.
"Oh, no! I'll g…" she began.
"No," interrupted Ginny. "Leave him be. He'll be fine."
"But we need him!"
"For what?"
"To tell us what to do!"
"I'll do it, then." Before anyone could say another word, Ginny walked over to the meeting table and grabbed a quill and parchment. "Hermione, I want you, Charlie, Hagrid, and three of you over there to find as many ways as you can to get past those beasts. Go to the library and begin NOW." She paused as they scurried out the portrait hole. "Mad-Eye, Professor Flitwick, Seamus, Fred and George, you will be taking an inventory of all spells we could possibly use. Professor Snape, you and I will search your stocks for every healing potion you have. Professor McGonagall, you will please keep watch, and send a signal if the Death Eaters make any sudden moves. Lupin, you and Sirius… Where are Sirius and Remus?"
Ginny's question was greeted by a soft, "oh no", from McGonagall. The gathering flocked to the window. They could faintly see two shapes leaving the castle, heading toward the group of Death Eaters.
*****
Remus Lupin ducked behind a large bush, beside Sirius Black. "Sirius, are you mad?"
"Yes…" said Sirius slowly.
"There are one hundred and fifty death eaters out there, and if they don't get you, the dementors and God only knows what else WILL."
"Maybe not. They're going to have all their attention focused on the front doors, because they know Harry's going to come from there. They won't be expecting us to come from around here."
Even in the dark, Sirius knew Remus was giving him an incredulous look. "Don't you think they've thought about someone sneaking up like this? They'll have posted guards, Sirius! If it were as easy as you think, Voldemort would be dead by now!"
"Maybe. But I still want to try. For Harry's sake. The boy's got enough to do as it is, he doesn't need to deal with that thing too."
"You're forgetting, Padfoot, my friend, of the prophesy. Only Harry is going to be able to kill him! What you're doing is suicide, not aiding." Remus' speech was cut short by a black cloak swooping toward them. Quickly, they ducked down low, scarcely breathing. When the shadow had passed, they slowly got up.
"Right," whispered Sirius. "On three. One…Two…"
*****
A movement near the Death Eaters' camp caught Harry's attention as he gazed out in hatred at the followers of his enemy. As the two shadows crept across the yard, they caught for a moment in the moonlight. Harry recognized the silhouettes instantly. "Remus. Sirius," he said softly, looking down. "No. Don't. Please don't do it."
His near-silent pleading would do no good. Harry could only watch in horror at the scene that played itself out before him. Remus stunned the first two Death Eaters who turned to him easily, but more came as they noticed what was happening. They crowded Remus, circling him. Harry could only imagine the fear going through Remus Lupin's mind. He turned away, not wanting to see his friend and mentor die. A flash of light beamed across Harry's eyes for a second, and then was gone. But Sirius was still fighting. Jets of red and green alternated out of his wand, stunning or killing every Death Eater to come his way. Finally, there were too many for even Sirius to handle. One of the hooded figures got the better of the man, and disarmed him. A larger black cloak moved forward, but one man, in the midst of the others, held up his hand to stop what could only have been a dementor. Harry stood unmoving, a hundred thoughts in his head, but the most frequent one was, "What is Voldemort doing to Sirius? Why didn't he let the dementor kiss him?"
*****
"So, Sirius Black, is it?" questioned a high, cold voice from under the black hood. The only thing making the cloak distinguishable from the others was the silver trim placed around the edge of the hood. "Thought you'd take me on, did you? Let me show you what Lord Voldemort does to those who would attempt his murder so coward-like." A hand protruded from the cloak, holding a wand. "Crucio!"
Sirius felt the pain instantly, doubling him over. His knees hit the ground hard, and his body heaved further down. His forehead smacked a sharp rock, cutting a large jagged gash across his forehead. The pain stopped, and he raised his head slowly. Warm, thick blood dripped into his eyes, blinding him from the man who had caused him so much grief and anger. Voldemort leaned over him, teeth gleaming in a malicious smile from underneath the hood.
"I'll bet that taught you a little lesson, didn't it?" He waited for an answer, but Sirius could only growl in hatred before it turned into a moan of pain. "I would let you scamper back of to your friends, but I'm a bit bored, since Harry's taking so long to make his move. I've decided to have a bit of fun with you." Sirius' eyes grew wide, which only caused him to get more blood in them. Voldemort motioned to a Death Eater at his right, who stepped forward. From under their robes came a newly sharpened silver knife. "Make sure he goes slowly and painfully," came the voice of Voldemort from the folds of black cloth. "It's never any fun if they don't."
"I assure you, I'll have great fun doing this," a distinctly female voice whispered sadistically in his ear. "It's always better to keep things in the family, don't you think?" Sirius' mind registered the voice: Narcissa. She moved the knife closer to him slowly. Without warning, she plunged the knife into his leg. As he groaned in pain, she twisted the knife, and then ripped it out. "Did that hurt, dear cousin?" a falsely sympathetic voice rang out. "Perhaps not enough." Again she plunged the knife into his body, this time lodging it firmly between his ribs. Sirius fell over, gasping, as he felt the knife puncture his lung. This time, Narcissa did not twist the knife, but brought it out slowly, slicing more downwards as she worked. She moved to his back, ripping off what remained of his shirt and cloak. Carefully, as an artist might consider the shaping of a sculpture, she ran the knife down his back, tracing his spine.
Voldemot yawned. "Malfoy, give it up. He's not going to scream for us. Cut open his chest and simply take out his heart. I'm tired of watching this useless- -entertainment." Narcissa grinned as she pinned her cousin to the ground, making sure to squish dirt into the deep slice down his back. She drew up the knife once more, and brought it downward.
*****
The gaggle in the tower looked away, and said a prayer for their lost companions. Tears streamed down many of the faces. Ginny decided that now would be a good time to check up on Harry.
*****
Harry Potter turned away from the window as the mangled body of Sirius Black twitched for the last time. In the last hour, he had lost Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus, the three he depended on the most. He was now truly alone. He was determined to win. He would avenge all of the deaths he had been forced to endure. Harry was full of an anger he had never felt before. It gave him a new strength and willpower. He headed back to Gryffindor tower without a single tear in his eye.
A/N: Holy Jesus, I'm morbid! You have to admit that was great, though. I have to say that I'm rather fond of this chapter. I got to knock off TWO characters… well, sort of. But whatever. You all know what I mean, right?
I didn't really plan for things to happen exactly like that with Sirius. I had actually planned to cut off his feet, and then hang him by a tree to let his blood drain out. I'm not sure where that idea came from, either. Perhaps I study a bit too far into medieval torture…
Anywho, (oh my God, I can't BELIEVE I just typed that!) let me know what you think. The rating's definitely going to have to go up. I mean, there is NO WAY that was a PG chapter. The ones after this won't be much better. We're getting closer to the battle, which I'm sorry to say is going to be long and drawn out, due to the fact that it has to cover so much song span, and I can only think of so many ways of killing people. If you have any ideas, let me know! I'm going to need them!
Toodles.
~§ Aindel Druida §~