Hi everyone, this is my first Harry Potter fic so please...be gentle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...no seriously...nothing. Please help me.....will dance for pocket change
Intro: This fic begins at the end of the 5th book, The Order of the Phoenix. Just to get you into the setting.
Bellatrix Lestrange was scared. More accurately, Bellatrix Lestrange was screwed and that was damn scary. Her wand lay a scant few feet away but it may as well have been miles for all her ability to reach it. Her talon -like nails clawed at the ornate marble flooring of the ministry lobby, breaking and chipping as she reached. When she turned her head away from her wand, she could see her master. He and Dumbledore were circling, every once in a while firing off curses at one another that were fended off easily. The two were evenly matched, but master was still too weak. He couldn't last much longer.
Bellatrix struggled fiercely, desperately, though albeit ineffectively to free herself from the heavy golden statue pinning her to the floor. Her left hand remained clutched tightly around that which she was sworn to protect. The sharp silver edges of the pendant dug deep into her palm, drawing small droplets of blood from her pale skin. This simple silver necklace was all that could possibly save her from the wrath of Voldemort. She had failed to gain the prophecy as he had ordered her to do, and she would surely be punished for that. At least, if she managed to protect this talisman, she may be able to keep her life.
Just as these fearful thought flitted through her mind, the golden goblin seemed to have caught sight of her. The little statue toddled over to where Bellatrix lay trapped underneath the goblin's fellow fountain dweller. Bellatrix shrieked and cursed the golden goblin as he eyed the long silver chain that snaked out from her clenched fist. Constructed from pure gold or not, a goblin was still a greedy goblin. It immediately dropped down and tried to pry Bellatrix's fist apart to get at the pendant. Bellatrix screeched and thrashed all the more, clenching her fist so tightly that blood trickled in rivulets between her fingers. The little goblin seemed to have abandoned the prying approach, and instead, stood straight up and slammed his foot down on Bellatrix's hand.
The small fragile bones in the former Azkaban prisoner's hand all seemed to snap at the same moment. A series of sickening cracks echoed in her ears, accompanied by the various crashes coming from her master and Dumbledore. Bellatrix's hand opened against her will, her crushed fingers bent at odd angles. The little goblin snatched up the necklace, his little gold eyes gleaming at the fiery opal framed in silver. The goblin immediately dashed back towards the fountain, vaulting into the water, and then carefully opening his hand again to get a closer look at his prize.
Bellatrix looked up from the ruined remains of her hand to see Lord Voldemort running towards her. It was only then she realized her metal attacker had ceased his movements and was now just a cumbersome weight on her. Lord Voldemort snatched Bellatrix Lestrange from under her golden trap and quickly fled the ministry, paying no attention to the woman's screams of pain and warning.
...The tiny goblin was suddenly as lifeless as he had been but minutes ago, when he had looked up adoringly at a golden wizard and spouted water. The goblin's small treasure, the opal pendant, slipped from his inanimate fingers and fell with a soft plunk into the fountain. There it lay amongst the silver sickles and gold galleons, until a small female hand closed around it, rescuing it from the water.
A/N --- Ok so that's where we start. This will eventually be a Draco/Hermione fic but I think it's always nice to have a little plot too. Call me crazy. So anyways, I think I'll probably post another chapter tonight, even though it's 1:30. Please please please review!!!!! I always wanna know what people think! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing...no seriously...nothing. Please help me.....will dance for pocket change
Intro: This fic begins at the end of the 5th book, The Order of the Phoenix. Just to get you into the setting.
Bellatrix Lestrange was scared. More accurately, Bellatrix Lestrange was screwed and that was damn scary. Her wand lay a scant few feet away but it may as well have been miles for all her ability to reach it. Her talon -like nails clawed at the ornate marble flooring of the ministry lobby, breaking and chipping as she reached. When she turned her head away from her wand, she could see her master. He and Dumbledore were circling, every once in a while firing off curses at one another that were fended off easily. The two were evenly matched, but master was still too weak. He couldn't last much longer.
Bellatrix struggled fiercely, desperately, though albeit ineffectively to free herself from the heavy golden statue pinning her to the floor. Her left hand remained clutched tightly around that which she was sworn to protect. The sharp silver edges of the pendant dug deep into her palm, drawing small droplets of blood from her pale skin. This simple silver necklace was all that could possibly save her from the wrath of Voldemort. She had failed to gain the prophecy as he had ordered her to do, and she would surely be punished for that. At least, if she managed to protect this talisman, she may be able to keep her life.
Just as these fearful thought flitted through her mind, the golden goblin seemed to have caught sight of her. The little statue toddled over to where Bellatrix lay trapped underneath the goblin's fellow fountain dweller. Bellatrix shrieked and cursed the golden goblin as he eyed the long silver chain that snaked out from her clenched fist. Constructed from pure gold or not, a goblin was still a greedy goblin. It immediately dropped down and tried to pry Bellatrix's fist apart to get at the pendant. Bellatrix screeched and thrashed all the more, clenching her fist so tightly that blood trickled in rivulets between her fingers. The little goblin seemed to have abandoned the prying approach, and instead, stood straight up and slammed his foot down on Bellatrix's hand.
The small fragile bones in the former Azkaban prisoner's hand all seemed to snap at the same moment. A series of sickening cracks echoed in her ears, accompanied by the various crashes coming from her master and Dumbledore. Bellatrix's hand opened against her will, her crushed fingers bent at odd angles. The little goblin snatched up the necklace, his little gold eyes gleaming at the fiery opal framed in silver. The goblin immediately dashed back towards the fountain, vaulting into the water, and then carefully opening his hand again to get a closer look at his prize.
Bellatrix looked up from the ruined remains of her hand to see Lord Voldemort running towards her. It was only then she realized her metal attacker had ceased his movements and was now just a cumbersome weight on her. Lord Voldemort snatched Bellatrix Lestrange from under her golden trap and quickly fled the ministry, paying no attention to the woman's screams of pain and warning.
...The tiny goblin was suddenly as lifeless as he had been but minutes ago, when he had looked up adoringly at a golden wizard and spouted water. The goblin's small treasure, the opal pendant, slipped from his inanimate fingers and fell with a soft plunk into the fountain. There it lay amongst the silver sickles and gold galleons, until a small female hand closed around it, rescuing it from the water.
A/N --- Ok so that's where we start. This will eventually be a Draco/Hermione fic but I think it's always nice to have a little plot too. Call me crazy. So anyways, I think I'll probably post another chapter tonight, even though it's 1:30. Please please please review!!!!! I always wanna know what people think! Thanks!
