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Chapter 30: What Have I Done
Chanse looked around the empty Great Hall, hoping to see someone she would recognize, but there was no one.
'What's I do?' Chanse thought as she looked around.
She stared down at the empty seats, where everyone once sat. She looked all around the room hoping someone was there with her until her eyes fell upon Milo. He stood his ground as he stared back at Chanse, with a smirk on his face.
'What's he smirking about?' Chanse thought.
Her eyes grew wider as she watched Milo drop his hands to his side. He looked up at the ceiling, as his eyes grew white. 'What's happening to you?' Chanse tried to talk but it ended up her thinking what she wanted to say, 'What the hell?' Chanse tried to speak again but nothing came out. 'First Milo starts acting all weird and then now I can't even talk.'
Chanse thought for a moment. 'He probably cast a spell on me so that I couldn't say another spell' Chanse smirked at Milo and then realized that his eyes hadn't gone back to it's natural color. 'That's not right' she stared at Milo as his body tensed up and then relaxed.
Her eyes grew with fear as she watched Milo. 'It can't be...'
Chanse watched as Milo changed into a hooded figure. Chanse tried to say his name but nothing came out, except a thought...
'Voldemort'
Chanse's eyes grew as wider as she watched Milo step out on the right of Voldemort, what looked like he had almost split from Voldemort. 'Milo?' Chanse looked over at Milo with a mixture of confusion and betrayal. 'He was with Voldemort the whole time?'
"Of course I was" Milo smirked at Chanse.
'You can hear my thoughts?'
"Yes. It's one of the many things that comes with this power"
'How come you can talk and I can only think?'
"Thinking was always your best subject. You did the thinking and I did the talking"
'I can do both just well' Chanse curled her fingers to make a fist, as she gripped tighter she turned her knuckles white.
"You were always one of action instead of words" Milo smirked to Chanse as he nodded to her fist.
Chanse relaxed her fist, against her will.
"Quiet you fool" Voldemort hissed. "The more you talk to her the more she remembers, and I already told you that if you fuck up again there will be consequences"
"I'm sorry father"
Chanse gasped, 'Father? You're the same Death Eater from that night...' Chanse was cut off as a sharp pain raged in her chest, as she felt it hard to breath.
"Like my little spell Miss Potter?" Voldemort hissed, "Quiet ingenious I would say."
Chanse coughed a couple times before slowly regaining her strength. She looked up at Voldemort, 'Spell? This was your doing?!' she yelled in her head, as she straightened her posture.
"Of course," Voldemort smirked, "It erases your memory and then the more you remember the quicker you die. And I knew that you would do anything to remember your past when you have so many people that love you" He rolled his eyes and then smirked. "Now I'm the one who is strong and you are the one who is weak"
"I can still fight you"
"Then let's fight" Voldemort took his fighting position.
Chanse began to take hers when Milo stepped next to Voldemort. "Father you must get rd of the other side, so that you may fight at your top potential"
"Thank you for reminding me, my son."
Voldemort dropped his shoulders and let his hands lay at his sides. 'What now?' Chanse looked over at Milo and Voldemort in confusion.
She watched as Voldemort took a deep breath in and when he blew it out slowly another man appeared to split from Voldemort's body, but only this man went to his left side.
'Brandon?!' Chanse gasped in her head, 'Brandon you were apart of them and all of this?'
Voldemort smirks as he looked back at Chanse, "See ever since that day I didn't finish off the Potter's I've wanted revenge on them. They were supposed to have the perfect unbeatable offspring. So I decided to get rid of them, before they got rid of me." Voldemort's face grew colder and eerier, "But that night when I went to go kill Lily and James and their newborn son, Harry, my plan was foiled." He hissed, "Can you guess by who?"
Chanse looked around, as she had no idea what to think or say. "By you! A fucking child stopped the most powerful wizard in the world!"
'I guess you weren't the most powerful wizard if a child could stop you' Chanse smirked.
"But neither you or Harry are just any children. You're Potters. Something about you being Potter's gives you this unknown power." Voldemort hissed.
'Well that powers going to help me destroy you again'
"But Chanse you forgot there's three of us now" Milo smirked as he walked next to Voldemort.
'Milo why are you doing this?' Chanse looked confused, 'what are you going to gain from hurting everyone and me?'
"Power. Oh Chanse you could understand all this power that he gives me," Milo looked happy but his face looked like it was made up of pure evil, "But you choose that side, and that's the difference between you and me...I always knew what was best"
Chanse looked at Milo in disbelief, 'You've gone mad'
"No," Milo hissed, "I've seen the way of power and my survival"
Chanse looked over at Brandon, 'Why are you doing? You said you loved me?' Chanse gasped, 'Why?'
Brandon looked down at his feet afraid to answer. He couldn't look up at Chanse and her face; the face he had come to love.
'Answer me' Chanse shouted.
Brandon slowly looked up at Chanse and spoke softly, "I..."
"Avada Kedarva!" Someone shouted.
Chanse looked at Brandon and watched as a bright green light swarmed around his Brandon and slowly killed him. She looked over at Voldemort and Milo and saw Milo holding his wand steadily at Brandon.
'Why'd you do that?!' Chanse shouted.
Milo smirked as he stepped closer towards Chanse, "Chanse...poor innocent Chanse"
'Don't try to taunt me' Chanse held her wand to point at Milo as she held it tightly.
"If you wish," Milo stepped back, so that he was next to Voldemort's side, "You and your little twit of a brother were to die along time ago, but Brandon was the soft part of Voldemort so he didn't kill you two"
'But he still was part of Voldemort'
"It sounds like you want to die," Voldemort snickered, "I'll have to help you with your wish." Voldemort turned to Milo, "Merge."
Chanse watched as Milo stepped back into Voldemort and the two beings merged into one. Chanse was taken back and she slowly let her wand fall down a little.
"Scared Potter?"
Chanse stiffened her arm and pointed her wand straight at Voldemort. 'Do I look scared?'
"You look scared now and you looked frightened a minute ago" Voldemort chuckled as he stared Chanse down.
'You're mistaken Voldemort. I'm not scared of you and I never will be,' Chanse smirked, 'and I never was.'
Chanse gritted her teeth and kept her arm stiff, as the pain inside her heart clenched and her breaths became weak.
"Try all you want Chanse. Put on your little tough girl mask, hoping I won't know that your hurting on the inside, literally...guess what? I do know. You know why? Because I'm the one who did it to you." Voldemort hissed. "That's right. You defeated me that night at Lily and James'. You stopped me from killing Harry. You. A mere child stopped me. A powerful wizard...but the time for my revenge is now. I created a spell that no one has ever heard of before; meaning that there's no reversal spell." He chuckled. "That's right Chanse Potter. Memorize this face. Know it by heart. See it when you close your eye. When you sleep. When you eat. Even when you think," he said coldly, with every word filled with hate, "because of this face," he pointed at his horrid face, "this face before you...because of it." He paused and then smirked. "You...will..." He smirked once again and then said softly and simply, and in great glee, "die."
Chanse felt her heart wrench, but not because of the spell. Because she knew he was telling the truth; there was no cure. No way for her to live out her life; No job, no husband, no children, no grandchild...She was lucky if she made it to graduation.
She took a deep breath in and smirked at Voldemort. "Well, like a true Potter I'm not going down without a fight!" Chanse straightened her arm out, "Lumos solarum, relashio!" A mixture of sunlight and sparks flew out of Chanse's wand and shoot out towards Voldemort. The closer it got to him the more it grew.
Chanse took a deep breath in. 'Enjoy not being able to see me, for awhile.' Chanse smirked and the jabbed her wand forward, "Confundus!"
Voldemort rubbed his eyes as he stumbled around on the stage, "What'd you do to me?"
Chanse smirked, 'Feeling a little confused, Voldie?'
"What the hell?!"
'Conjunctivitis!' Chanse shouted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
'I'm taking you down with me!' Chanse shouted with a hate filled voice. 'Can you see straight?' she smirked.
"Stop using magic that messes with my vision and fight like a TRUE Potter like you say you are!" Voldemort hissed.
'If you wish...Mobilicorpus!' Chanse shouted and within minutes she watched as Voldemort lifted into the air, and seemed to be held up by invisible strings. 'You wished for me to fight like a true Potter, and I'm granting that wish...Reducto!' Voldemort flew backwards, while in midair.
"Reductor!" Voldemort shouted and he stopped in midair. "You forgot Chanse. I'm much stronger now so your cheap magic won't help you." He hissed. "Locomoto mortis."
Chanse felt her legs bind together, 'No...' She fell down to the ground and squirmed as she tried to stand again. 'No...'
"Yes, Chanse" He snickered, "Now I have the upper hand in this fight and you are no longer in power. Now there's only one thing left to do...Expelliarmus."
Chanse held onto her wand, as she felt a small tug on it. 'You're not disarming me.' Chanse grunted as she held onto her wand.
"Oh, but I am" Voldemort jagged his wand forward to use more magic to disarm Chanse.
Chanse sat up and then realized she could move her upper body, but not her legs. 'Looks like your little spell didn't go right.' Chanse smirked as she gripped her wand with both hands. 'I told you...Finite incantatem," She freed herself and stood up, as she still kept her grip on her wand. "You're not disarming me...Petrificus totalus."
She watched as Voldemort tumble to the ground with a large thump. She smirked as she saw that Voldemort couldn't move. She casually walked over to him and bent down by Voldemort's side. She saw that only his eyes, which were filled with hate, could move. 'Even with three of you, you're still no match for a Potter...let alone Chanse Potter'
She watched in dismay as Voldemort's eyes filled with glee. 'What are you so happy about? I just put the great Voldemort in a full-body bind and whenever I figure out how to reverse this spell the Ministry will take you away and lock you up in Azkaban.'
Voldemort's eyes still were with great glee. 'I'll wipe that happiness out of your eyes myself.' Chanse lifted her wand up and pointed it at Voldemort's head...
'Avada...' Chanse started to say the killing curse when Milo morphed out of Voldemort and pointed his wand at Chanse's head.
"I don't think you want to do that sweetheart," he smirked.
Chanse quickly pointed her wand at Milo's head. "Impedimenta!"
She watched as all of Milo's actions were slowed down. Every move he made was slowly and steady, instead of his usual fast and sharp.
"What," Milo's voice was slowed down too, "did...you...do...to...me?"
Chanse back away to the other side of the stage and took in deep breaths. 'You'd think with all the good-guy verse bad-guy movies I watched when I was a kid I'd know not to go to the bad-guy and kneel down next to him...no matter what.'
"What'd...you...do?!" Milo shouted but very slowly.
'I put a curse on you to make you go slower. What do you think?' Chanse said very cocky like.
"You'll...pay...for...what...you..."
'Did?' Chanse ended Milo's sentence. 'Please stop talking cause by the time you finish a sentence I'll be old a grey.' She smirked.
"You...say...that...now..."
'But just wait and see?' She smirked. 'You're moving slowly then a dead snail and Voldie there is as stiff as a board, except for his little red eyes which are looking around for help.' She laughed. 'Voldie needs help. Never thought I'd see the day.'
While Chanse was busy laughing, Milo slowly, but surely, started to turn towards Voldemort. After a few minutes he was looking down at Voldemort. He slowly pulled out his wand and began to point it at Voldemort. "Priori..."
Chanse heard Milo slowly speaking so she quickly turned around. 'Oh no you don't!' she shouted.
"Incant-"
She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Voldemort, 'Taking a curse off a dead person won't do you any good, will it...Avada Kedarva!' She shouted, as the bright green light shot out at Voldemort...
Chanse gripped her wand tightly as she heard gasps all around her. She looked to her left and saw that the people in the room had returned. She looked to her right and saw that they too had returned. Her face was overjoyed until she saw the horrified looks across everyone's face.
Everyone's eyes were staring Chanse down as their mouth hung in shock. She looked around the room and saw Cho who looked terrified and then Chanse looked around and saw Harry's gaze. He slowly lowered his head, almost in shame.
'What's going on?' Chanse thought as she looked around the room, 'They act like I just didn't kill...'
Her thought process was stopped when her eyes fell upon Milo's lifeless figure laying face down on the stage. 'But...I killed Voldemort. Not Milo. Why is he? But how? I didn't. No...'
Chanse's face filled with a mixture of sorry, sorrow, hurt, and confusion. "What have I done?" she whispered, which made everyone else in the room start to whisper.
"She just killed him"
"I heard he was her ex-boyfriend"
"You aren't allowed to use that curse"
"I heard the had a bitter relationship"
"That was a unforgettable"
"I heard he cheated on her. Maybe that's why she did it"
"You have to practice Dark Magic to know how to use a unforgettable"
"I always thought Chanse was a bad seed"
"You go to Azkaban for using the unforgettable. No trail. Straight there"
'Azkaban? I can't go to Azkaban...He was Voldemort.' Chanse looked around at people in worry, 'I saved everyone. I swear.' Her breaths became short and frantic, 'I didn't kill Milo.' Her eyes raced around the room at every clear whisper she heard, 'He never cheated on me.' She became frantic, 'I don't use Dark Magic. I didn't do anything wrong...He was Voldemort. I swear on my parents grave.' Her hand dropped to her side as her eyes continued to race, along with her thoughts. 'Our relationship was fine.'
Chanse felt like she wanted to cry but nothing happened except for short panicked breaths as she looked around the room.
Finally Chanse's eyes fell upon the person she was looking for and probably the last person that wanted to speak to her...Kirstyn.
Everyone around Kirstyn were whispering while Kirstyn had her head down and she wasn't saying anything.
"That's Milo's sister."
"I can't believe Chanse killed Milo, especially in front of his little sister."
Chanse walked to the edge of the stage and stood in front of Kirstyn, and everyone fell silent as Chanse moved - fear of Chanse turning on them.
Chanse's voice was soft and shaking. "Kirstyn..."
A group of Gryffindors quickly stood up in front of Kirstyn and stared down Chanse. "Leave her alone. You already killed her brother." The boy in front said coldly.
Chanse her his cold word and felt them stab her heart like a cold knife.
"Stop it." A small voice said calmly. The group of Gryffindors cleared to the sides and Kirstyn was standing up behind them and staring up at Chanse.
Chapter 30: What Have I Done
Chanse looked around the empty Great Hall, hoping to see someone she would recognize, but there was no one.
'What's I do?' Chanse thought as she looked around.
She stared down at the empty seats, where everyone once sat. She looked all around the room hoping someone was there with her until her eyes fell upon Milo. He stood his ground as he stared back at Chanse, with a smirk on his face.
'What's he smirking about?' Chanse thought.
Her eyes grew wider as she watched Milo drop his hands to his side. He looked up at the ceiling, as his eyes grew white. 'What's happening to you?' Chanse tried to talk but it ended up her thinking what she wanted to say, 'What the hell?' Chanse tried to speak again but nothing came out. 'First Milo starts acting all weird and then now I can't even talk.'
Chanse thought for a moment. 'He probably cast a spell on me so that I couldn't say another spell' Chanse smirked at Milo and then realized that his eyes hadn't gone back to it's natural color. 'That's not right' she stared at Milo as his body tensed up and then relaxed.
Her eyes grew with fear as she watched Milo. 'It can't be...'
Chanse watched as Milo changed into a hooded figure. Chanse tried to say his name but nothing came out, except a thought...
'Voldemort'
Chanse's eyes grew as wider as she watched Milo step out on the right of Voldemort, what looked like he had almost split from Voldemort. 'Milo?' Chanse looked over at Milo with a mixture of confusion and betrayal. 'He was with Voldemort the whole time?'
"Of course I was" Milo smirked at Chanse.
'You can hear my thoughts?'
"Yes. It's one of the many things that comes with this power"
'How come you can talk and I can only think?'
"Thinking was always your best subject. You did the thinking and I did the talking"
'I can do both just well' Chanse curled her fingers to make a fist, as she gripped tighter she turned her knuckles white.
"You were always one of action instead of words" Milo smirked to Chanse as he nodded to her fist.
Chanse relaxed her fist, against her will.
"Quiet you fool" Voldemort hissed. "The more you talk to her the more she remembers, and I already told you that if you fuck up again there will be consequences"
"I'm sorry father"
Chanse gasped, 'Father? You're the same Death Eater from that night...' Chanse was cut off as a sharp pain raged in her chest, as she felt it hard to breath.
"Like my little spell Miss Potter?" Voldemort hissed, "Quiet ingenious I would say."
Chanse coughed a couple times before slowly regaining her strength. She looked up at Voldemort, 'Spell? This was your doing?!' she yelled in her head, as she straightened her posture.
"Of course," Voldemort smirked, "It erases your memory and then the more you remember the quicker you die. And I knew that you would do anything to remember your past when you have so many people that love you" He rolled his eyes and then smirked. "Now I'm the one who is strong and you are the one who is weak"
"I can still fight you"
"Then let's fight" Voldemort took his fighting position.
Chanse began to take hers when Milo stepped next to Voldemort. "Father you must get rd of the other side, so that you may fight at your top potential"
"Thank you for reminding me, my son."
Voldemort dropped his shoulders and let his hands lay at his sides. 'What now?' Chanse looked over at Milo and Voldemort in confusion.
She watched as Voldemort took a deep breath in and when he blew it out slowly another man appeared to split from Voldemort's body, but only this man went to his left side.
'Brandon?!' Chanse gasped in her head, 'Brandon you were apart of them and all of this?'
Voldemort smirks as he looked back at Chanse, "See ever since that day I didn't finish off the Potter's I've wanted revenge on them. They were supposed to have the perfect unbeatable offspring. So I decided to get rid of them, before they got rid of me." Voldemort's face grew colder and eerier, "But that night when I went to go kill Lily and James and their newborn son, Harry, my plan was foiled." He hissed, "Can you guess by who?"
Chanse looked around, as she had no idea what to think or say. "By you! A fucking child stopped the most powerful wizard in the world!"
'I guess you weren't the most powerful wizard if a child could stop you' Chanse smirked.
"But neither you or Harry are just any children. You're Potters. Something about you being Potter's gives you this unknown power." Voldemort hissed.
'Well that powers going to help me destroy you again'
"But Chanse you forgot there's three of us now" Milo smirked as he walked next to Voldemort.
'Milo why are you doing this?' Chanse looked confused, 'what are you going to gain from hurting everyone and me?'
"Power. Oh Chanse you could understand all this power that he gives me," Milo looked happy but his face looked like it was made up of pure evil, "But you choose that side, and that's the difference between you and me...I always knew what was best"
Chanse looked at Milo in disbelief, 'You've gone mad'
"No," Milo hissed, "I've seen the way of power and my survival"
Chanse looked over at Brandon, 'Why are you doing? You said you loved me?' Chanse gasped, 'Why?'
Brandon looked down at his feet afraid to answer. He couldn't look up at Chanse and her face; the face he had come to love.
'Answer me' Chanse shouted.
Brandon slowly looked up at Chanse and spoke softly, "I..."
"Avada Kedarva!" Someone shouted.
Chanse looked at Brandon and watched as a bright green light swarmed around his Brandon and slowly killed him. She looked over at Voldemort and Milo and saw Milo holding his wand steadily at Brandon.
'Why'd you do that?!' Chanse shouted.
Milo smirked as he stepped closer towards Chanse, "Chanse...poor innocent Chanse"
'Don't try to taunt me' Chanse held her wand to point at Milo as she held it tightly.
"If you wish," Milo stepped back, so that he was next to Voldemort's side, "You and your little twit of a brother were to die along time ago, but Brandon was the soft part of Voldemort so he didn't kill you two"
'But he still was part of Voldemort'
"It sounds like you want to die," Voldemort snickered, "I'll have to help you with your wish." Voldemort turned to Milo, "Merge."
Chanse watched as Milo stepped back into Voldemort and the two beings merged into one. Chanse was taken back and she slowly let her wand fall down a little.
"Scared Potter?"
Chanse stiffened her arm and pointed her wand straight at Voldemort. 'Do I look scared?'
"You look scared now and you looked frightened a minute ago" Voldemort chuckled as he stared Chanse down.
'You're mistaken Voldemort. I'm not scared of you and I never will be,' Chanse smirked, 'and I never was.'
Chanse gritted her teeth and kept her arm stiff, as the pain inside her heart clenched and her breaths became weak.
"Try all you want Chanse. Put on your little tough girl mask, hoping I won't know that your hurting on the inside, literally...guess what? I do know. You know why? Because I'm the one who did it to you." Voldemort hissed. "That's right. You defeated me that night at Lily and James'. You stopped me from killing Harry. You. A mere child stopped me. A powerful wizard...but the time for my revenge is now. I created a spell that no one has ever heard of before; meaning that there's no reversal spell." He chuckled. "That's right Chanse Potter. Memorize this face. Know it by heart. See it when you close your eye. When you sleep. When you eat. Even when you think," he said coldly, with every word filled with hate, "because of this face," he pointed at his horrid face, "this face before you...because of it." He paused and then smirked. "You...will..." He smirked once again and then said softly and simply, and in great glee, "die."
Chanse felt her heart wrench, but not because of the spell. Because she knew he was telling the truth; there was no cure. No way for her to live out her life; No job, no husband, no children, no grandchild...She was lucky if she made it to graduation.
She took a deep breath in and smirked at Voldemort. "Well, like a true Potter I'm not going down without a fight!" Chanse straightened her arm out, "Lumos solarum, relashio!" A mixture of sunlight and sparks flew out of Chanse's wand and shoot out towards Voldemort. The closer it got to him the more it grew.
Chanse took a deep breath in. 'Enjoy not being able to see me, for awhile.' Chanse smirked and the jabbed her wand forward, "Confundus!"
Voldemort rubbed his eyes as he stumbled around on the stage, "What'd you do to me?"
Chanse smirked, 'Feeling a little confused, Voldie?'
"What the hell?!"
'Conjunctivitis!' Chanse shouted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
'I'm taking you down with me!' Chanse shouted with a hate filled voice. 'Can you see straight?' she smirked.
"Stop using magic that messes with my vision and fight like a TRUE Potter like you say you are!" Voldemort hissed.
'If you wish...Mobilicorpus!' Chanse shouted and within minutes she watched as Voldemort lifted into the air, and seemed to be held up by invisible strings. 'You wished for me to fight like a true Potter, and I'm granting that wish...Reducto!' Voldemort flew backwards, while in midair.
"Reductor!" Voldemort shouted and he stopped in midair. "You forgot Chanse. I'm much stronger now so your cheap magic won't help you." He hissed. "Locomoto mortis."
Chanse felt her legs bind together, 'No...' She fell down to the ground and squirmed as she tried to stand again. 'No...'
"Yes, Chanse" He snickered, "Now I have the upper hand in this fight and you are no longer in power. Now there's only one thing left to do...Expelliarmus."
Chanse held onto her wand, as she felt a small tug on it. 'You're not disarming me.' Chanse grunted as she held onto her wand.
"Oh, but I am" Voldemort jagged his wand forward to use more magic to disarm Chanse.
Chanse sat up and then realized she could move her upper body, but not her legs. 'Looks like your little spell didn't go right.' Chanse smirked as she gripped her wand with both hands. 'I told you...Finite incantatem," She freed herself and stood up, as she still kept her grip on her wand. "You're not disarming me...Petrificus totalus."
She watched as Voldemort tumble to the ground with a large thump. She smirked as she saw that Voldemort couldn't move. She casually walked over to him and bent down by Voldemort's side. She saw that only his eyes, which were filled with hate, could move. 'Even with three of you, you're still no match for a Potter...let alone Chanse Potter'
She watched in dismay as Voldemort's eyes filled with glee. 'What are you so happy about? I just put the great Voldemort in a full-body bind and whenever I figure out how to reverse this spell the Ministry will take you away and lock you up in Azkaban.'
Voldemort's eyes still were with great glee. 'I'll wipe that happiness out of your eyes myself.' Chanse lifted her wand up and pointed it at Voldemort's head...
'Avada...' Chanse started to say the killing curse when Milo morphed out of Voldemort and pointed his wand at Chanse's head.
"I don't think you want to do that sweetheart," he smirked.
Chanse quickly pointed her wand at Milo's head. "Impedimenta!"
She watched as all of Milo's actions were slowed down. Every move he made was slowly and steady, instead of his usual fast and sharp.
"What," Milo's voice was slowed down too, "did...you...do...to...me?"
Chanse back away to the other side of the stage and took in deep breaths. 'You'd think with all the good-guy verse bad-guy movies I watched when I was a kid I'd know not to go to the bad-guy and kneel down next to him...no matter what.'
"What'd...you...do?!" Milo shouted but very slowly.
'I put a curse on you to make you go slower. What do you think?' Chanse said very cocky like.
"You'll...pay...for...what...you..."
'Did?' Chanse ended Milo's sentence. 'Please stop talking cause by the time you finish a sentence I'll be old a grey.' She smirked.
"You...say...that...now..."
'But just wait and see?' She smirked. 'You're moving slowly then a dead snail and Voldie there is as stiff as a board, except for his little red eyes which are looking around for help.' She laughed. 'Voldie needs help. Never thought I'd see the day.'
While Chanse was busy laughing, Milo slowly, but surely, started to turn towards Voldemort. After a few minutes he was looking down at Voldemort. He slowly pulled out his wand and began to point it at Voldemort. "Priori..."
Chanse heard Milo slowly speaking so she quickly turned around. 'Oh no you don't!' she shouted.
"Incant-"
She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Voldemort, 'Taking a curse off a dead person won't do you any good, will it...Avada Kedarva!' She shouted, as the bright green light shot out at Voldemort...
Chanse gripped her wand tightly as she heard gasps all around her. She looked to her left and saw that the people in the room had returned. She looked to her right and saw that they too had returned. Her face was overjoyed until she saw the horrified looks across everyone's face.
Everyone's eyes were staring Chanse down as their mouth hung in shock. She looked around the room and saw Cho who looked terrified and then Chanse looked around and saw Harry's gaze. He slowly lowered his head, almost in shame.
'What's going on?' Chanse thought as she looked around the room, 'They act like I just didn't kill...'
Her thought process was stopped when her eyes fell upon Milo's lifeless figure laying face down on the stage. 'But...I killed Voldemort. Not Milo. Why is he? But how? I didn't. No...'
Chanse's face filled with a mixture of sorry, sorrow, hurt, and confusion. "What have I done?" she whispered, which made everyone else in the room start to whisper.
"She just killed him"
"I heard he was her ex-boyfriend"
"You aren't allowed to use that curse"
"I heard the had a bitter relationship"
"That was a unforgettable"
"I heard he cheated on her. Maybe that's why she did it"
"You have to practice Dark Magic to know how to use a unforgettable"
"I always thought Chanse was a bad seed"
"You go to Azkaban for using the unforgettable. No trail. Straight there"
'Azkaban? I can't go to Azkaban...He was Voldemort.' Chanse looked around at people in worry, 'I saved everyone. I swear.' Her breaths became short and frantic, 'I didn't kill Milo.' Her eyes raced around the room at every clear whisper she heard, 'He never cheated on me.' She became frantic, 'I don't use Dark Magic. I didn't do anything wrong...He was Voldemort. I swear on my parents grave.' Her hand dropped to her side as her eyes continued to race, along with her thoughts. 'Our relationship was fine.'
Chanse felt like she wanted to cry but nothing happened except for short panicked breaths as she looked around the room.
Finally Chanse's eyes fell upon the person she was looking for and probably the last person that wanted to speak to her...Kirstyn.
Everyone around Kirstyn were whispering while Kirstyn had her head down and she wasn't saying anything.
"That's Milo's sister."
"I can't believe Chanse killed Milo, especially in front of his little sister."
Chanse walked to the edge of the stage and stood in front of Kirstyn, and everyone fell silent as Chanse moved - fear of Chanse turning on them.
Chanse's voice was soft and shaking. "Kirstyn..."
A group of Gryffindors quickly stood up in front of Kirstyn and stared down Chanse. "Leave her alone. You already killed her brother." The boy in front said coldly.
Chanse her his cold word and felt them stab her heart like a cold knife.
"Stop it." A small voice said calmly. The group of Gryffindors cleared to the sides and Kirstyn was standing up behind them and staring up at Chanse.