05 KILL'em ALL!
No mercy for what we are doing
No thought to even what we have done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one
War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
(Metallica, No Remorse)
Harry sat on his bed, head in his hands, when Ron
opened the door and looked at him suspiciously. The
red-haired had been concerned, since his friend had
returned form the infirmary this morning. After a
month Sirius had finally been found and now Harry
looked even more concerned that after that horrific
vision of his.
"Hey, what happened, lad? Is it that bad?"
"…"
"You know you can tell me everything, don't you?"
Ron sat down on Harry's bed and lifted his chin with
one finger. Harry's eyes were swollen and red, as if
he had cried quite a lot. Salty streaks had dried on
his cheeks and he wiped them away, shaking his head in
disbelieve.
The door opened and Hermione came in. She wanted to
ask something, but when her look fell on Harry she
closed her mouth and sat down next to Ron."
"Harry?" she asked shyly.
"I'll kill him. KILL THEM ALL!"
"Who?" Ron asked.
"VOLDEMORT!!!"
"O-.okay, maybe you could calm down a bit and tell me
what happened?"
"He… He hurt Sirius. I mean, not only wounded, but
also really hurt! Physically and mentally."
"Badly?" Hermione sounded concerned.
"More than that. And he hurt Snape, too."
"Well, I don't really care about Snape, but he's on
our side nevertheless." (Typical Ron!)
"Yeah, he's always been there, when I needed him."
"Sirius or Snape?"
"Both, but that was definitely too much. If that
bastard comes near me ever again, or Sirius, Hermione
or you or anybody else here, I'll kill him!"
"Eh – and how exactly did he hurt them? I mean, they
can still move their legs or something like that,
can't they?"
"Yeah, but – oh God, it's so…cruel, embarrassing and
all!"
"They didn't cut off their…"
"RON!"
"Then just tell me!"
"Riddle made Snape rape him."
"WHAT?" his friends screamed in sync.
"He had to rape him n order to keep them alive."
"Erg – that's… FUCK!" Ron said faintly.
"Yeah… and the worst is, he cast some ancient spell on
them to make Sirius pregnant."
Hermione threw herself at Harry, embracing him tightly
and cried openly, her body trembling.
Ron fainted.
A few days later…
The Order met at Black Manor that evening. People
talked hysterically, men cried openly and even the
calmest members cursed in a way no one ever heard
before from them.
"We will lure them out of their holes and hunt them
down the road to death!" the usually friendly and
quiet Remus Lupin growled, the werewolf in him coming
out.
"You-know-who must be stopped and the whole lot of
them destructed for once and ever!" Mrs. Weasley said
and the loud clapping and yelling around her only
underlined her words.
The Order was ready for the final blow, ready to kill,
to destroy, to burn and break - them all!
Preparations had been taken care of since years, the
plans made, the weapons ready, and even the last one.
To fulfil the prophecy, they had trained the boy for
over a year. It was time to strike and there was so
much at stake, but thy couldn't, wouldn't wait any
longer.
"The boy is ready. He has the skills, the power and
the attitude and will to do it. Let's not wait, his
anger and hate gives him the power. We will strike
tonight, at Malfoy Manor!"
The crowd cheered in deathly hate. The boy, Harry
Potter, sat on a chair next to Dumbledore and the
Weasleys, Bill, Charley, Arthur, Molly, Fred and
George, and even Percy, who looked angrier and more
determined than any other redhead.
"Fudge is a fucking fool, but when he resigns we might
have to deal with Lucius Malfoy. I don't understand
how he got away with it again! The department for law
enforcement must have been black-mailed or corrupted,
it sucks!" Percy exclaimed bitter.
"Right, my son. The heads of the Ministry are all
idiotic bastards! Not able to stop a few Death Eaters
with hundreds of aurors at their side!" Arthur stated.
"Perfectly right!" Molly supported a language she'd
never allowed in any other matters.
"I'll kill the fucking bastard!" Harry growled. The
gas-lamp next to him exploded.
"We'll protect you and deal with the rest of these
bastards!" Hagrid said sincerely, before they
apparated to the Manor to face their enemies and bind
or kill them to the last man.
The grotesque, crystal statues inside the hallways
sparkled in green and red light. The air was filled
with hexes, curses, dark and white, lightning and
thunder from the crashing furniture and bodies, which
flew against the walls, lay crumbled on the floor.
Blood covered the once flawless green carpets and
mahogany-floors. Countless Death Eaters and aurors
fought, or had fought, in the halls, corridors,
kitchens, living and dining rooms, salons and gardens,
bedrooms and even bathrooms.
The manor was filled with screams, the roof suddenly
on fire and trained bloodhounds roaming outside,
attacking everybody and everything they could find,
friend or enemy of their master, who just fell under
the curse of an old auror with only one real and one
magical eye.
Mad Eye Moody slammed the dead body out of the way and
hexed the door to the dungeons open. Unable to
apparate because of a new placed ward the Death eaters
were trapped inside the dungeons, which soon would be
their mausoleum.
Mad Eye, followed by Dumbledore, Lupin, Bill Weasley,
Tonks, Snape and Harry. They just entered another
large dungeon, when they spotted the red eyes glowing
in the shadows. Harry had felt the familiar pain
before, but since their fight last year he was mostly
immune.
Last time Voldemort had laughed, before the duel had
begun. This time, he didn't.
Dumbledore and the others quickly disarmed and bound
the remaining Death Eaters around their master and the
twins levitated them back to the over ground levels of
the manor. The aurors and Order members had
extinguished the fires, that had roamed the building
before, but most of the east and south wing had burned
down, only the east part with the entry to the
dungeons had remained and even there the once
beautiful house was more or less destroyed. The Death
Eaters were either dead or on their way to Azkaban per
port-keys the Ministry had sent. Only the Dark Lord
remained…
No mercy for what we are doing
No thought to even what we have done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one
War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
(Metallica, No Remorse)
Harry sat on his bed, head in his hands, when Ron
opened the door and looked at him suspiciously. The
red-haired had been concerned, since his friend had
returned form the infirmary this morning. After a
month Sirius had finally been found and now Harry
looked even more concerned that after that horrific
vision of his.
"Hey, what happened, lad? Is it that bad?"
"…"
"You know you can tell me everything, don't you?"
Ron sat down on Harry's bed and lifted his chin with
one finger. Harry's eyes were swollen and red, as if
he had cried quite a lot. Salty streaks had dried on
his cheeks and he wiped them away, shaking his head in
disbelieve.
The door opened and Hermione came in. She wanted to
ask something, but when her look fell on Harry she
closed her mouth and sat down next to Ron."
"Harry?" she asked shyly.
"I'll kill him. KILL THEM ALL!"
"Who?" Ron asked.
"VOLDEMORT!!!"
"O-.okay, maybe you could calm down a bit and tell me
what happened?"
"He… He hurt Sirius. I mean, not only wounded, but
also really hurt! Physically and mentally."
"Badly?" Hermione sounded concerned.
"More than that. And he hurt Snape, too."
"Well, I don't really care about Snape, but he's on
our side nevertheless." (Typical Ron!)
"Yeah, he's always been there, when I needed him."
"Sirius or Snape?"
"Both, but that was definitely too much. If that
bastard comes near me ever again, or Sirius, Hermione
or you or anybody else here, I'll kill him!"
"Eh – and how exactly did he hurt them? I mean, they
can still move their legs or something like that,
can't they?"
"Yeah, but – oh God, it's so…cruel, embarrassing and
all!"
"They didn't cut off their…"
"RON!"
"Then just tell me!"
"Riddle made Snape rape him."
"WHAT?" his friends screamed in sync.
"He had to rape him n order to keep them alive."
"Erg – that's… FUCK!" Ron said faintly.
"Yeah… and the worst is, he cast some ancient spell on
them to make Sirius pregnant."
Hermione threw herself at Harry, embracing him tightly
and cried openly, her body trembling.
Ron fainted.
A few days later…
The Order met at Black Manor that evening. People
talked hysterically, men cried openly and even the
calmest members cursed in a way no one ever heard
before from them.
"We will lure them out of their holes and hunt them
down the road to death!" the usually friendly and
quiet Remus Lupin growled, the werewolf in him coming
out.
"You-know-who must be stopped and the whole lot of
them destructed for once and ever!" Mrs. Weasley said
and the loud clapping and yelling around her only
underlined her words.
The Order was ready for the final blow, ready to kill,
to destroy, to burn and break - them all!
Preparations had been taken care of since years, the
plans made, the weapons ready, and even the last one.
To fulfil the prophecy, they had trained the boy for
over a year. It was time to strike and there was so
much at stake, but thy couldn't, wouldn't wait any
longer.
"The boy is ready. He has the skills, the power and
the attitude and will to do it. Let's not wait, his
anger and hate gives him the power. We will strike
tonight, at Malfoy Manor!"
The crowd cheered in deathly hate. The boy, Harry
Potter, sat on a chair next to Dumbledore and the
Weasleys, Bill, Charley, Arthur, Molly, Fred and
George, and even Percy, who looked angrier and more
determined than any other redhead.
"Fudge is a fucking fool, but when he resigns we might
have to deal with Lucius Malfoy. I don't understand
how he got away with it again! The department for law
enforcement must have been black-mailed or corrupted,
it sucks!" Percy exclaimed bitter.
"Right, my son. The heads of the Ministry are all
idiotic bastards! Not able to stop a few Death Eaters
with hundreds of aurors at their side!" Arthur stated.
"Perfectly right!" Molly supported a language she'd
never allowed in any other matters.
"I'll kill the fucking bastard!" Harry growled. The
gas-lamp next to him exploded.
"We'll protect you and deal with the rest of these
bastards!" Hagrid said sincerely, before they
apparated to the Manor to face their enemies and bind
or kill them to the last man.
The grotesque, crystal statues inside the hallways
sparkled in green and red light. The air was filled
with hexes, curses, dark and white, lightning and
thunder from the crashing furniture and bodies, which
flew against the walls, lay crumbled on the floor.
Blood covered the once flawless green carpets and
mahogany-floors. Countless Death Eaters and aurors
fought, or had fought, in the halls, corridors,
kitchens, living and dining rooms, salons and gardens,
bedrooms and even bathrooms.
The manor was filled with screams, the roof suddenly
on fire and trained bloodhounds roaming outside,
attacking everybody and everything they could find,
friend or enemy of their master, who just fell under
the curse of an old auror with only one real and one
magical eye.
Mad Eye Moody slammed the dead body out of the way and
hexed the door to the dungeons open. Unable to
apparate because of a new placed ward the Death eaters
were trapped inside the dungeons, which soon would be
their mausoleum.
Mad Eye, followed by Dumbledore, Lupin, Bill Weasley,
Tonks, Snape and Harry. They just entered another
large dungeon, when they spotted the red eyes glowing
in the shadows. Harry had felt the familiar pain
before, but since their fight last year he was mostly
immune.
Last time Voldemort had laughed, before the duel had
begun. This time, he didn't.
Dumbledore and the others quickly disarmed and bound
the remaining Death Eaters around their master and the
twins levitated them back to the over ground levels of
the manor. The aurors and Order members had
extinguished the fires, that had roamed the building
before, but most of the east and south wing had burned
down, only the east part with the entry to the
dungeons had remained and even there the once
beautiful house was more or less destroyed. The Death
Eaters were either dead or on their way to Azkaban per
port-keys the Ministry had sent. Only the Dark Lord
remained…