A/N: Well, it's time for yet another chapter. The second last. I can't
believe this is almost done already!! I must say, this chapter is nowhere
as near as good as I would have liked it to be, but it's a chapter
nonetheless. I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed my story so
far and liked it. You don't know how much it means to me!! Anyways, you all
know that I own nothing, and that it belongs to J.K. Rowling. Please
review!! I know quite a few of you will be disappointed with this chapter.
Daddy Chapter Eighteen
The new dawn never came. Less than an hour after Marcus and Oliver had fallen asleep, news arrived informing the students and staff that Voldemort's Death Eaters had broken into the school, and were searching for Harry Potter. Voldemort was also rumoured to have a legion of Dementors with him, just waiting to suck the happiness out of someone. Fear and panic ensued. Just then, the doors of the Great Hall flew open, and Marcus' father stood in the doorway.
"I've come for my son." He stated. Slowly, Marcus stood up to go with his father. He ignored Oliver's whispered protests, knowing that his father would kill them both if he stayed. Marcus walked out the door, and Oliver knew what he had to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Slowly, Oliver peered around the outside corner of the castle, so as not to be seen. What he saw made his blood run cold. Voldemort had his wand in hand, and it was pointed directly at Marcus. Taking a step, Oliver unknowingly stepped on a dry twig. The twig snapped, alerting Voldemort and the surrounding Death Eaters of an unwanted presence.
"Find whoever it is, and bring them to me. Alive." Voldemort commanded of the two Death Eaters that stood beside him. The dark figures walked stiffly towards Oliver's corner of the castle, and pulled a young boy out of the shadows. Marcus knew who it was right away.
"OLIVER!" Marcus cried out as he tried to break away from the Death Eater that was holding him.
"Marcus! NO!" Oliver screamed as he saw Marcus' father come into view.
"My Lord," Marcus' father began, "My son's life is yours."
Voldemort didn't seem entirely thrilled at this idea, but a look came over him. The idea of causing somebody pain seemed to delight him. He lifted his wand again and looked at Marcus. Raising an eyebrow, Voldemort gave a grin and chose his curse.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort cried out. There was a flash of green light, and Marcus Flint's lifeless body fell to the ground.
For Oliver, it felt as if time was passing in slow motion as he ran to Marcus' side. The light that once light up Marcus' beautiful green eyes was gone forever. He was no longer alive. Oliver buried his head in Marcus' chest and wept at his loss. As he cried, Oliver heard a soft voice speak slowly in his head. It was Marcus.
"Don't cry, Oliver. It was for the best. The pain is gone now. I'll always be here. Don't ever forget that I love you." Marcus's voice told him in a light whisper. Oliver took a breath and looked around at the people surrounding him. All of a sudden, and incredibly bright, white light flashed, demolishing everyone and everything in its path. Oliver closed his eyes at the blinding flash, and was surprised at what he found when he opened them. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were gone forever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver slowly walked up to the castle doors, carrying Marcus' lifeless body in his arms. Using the force of his back, he managed to push open one of the front doors. He then staggered towards the Hall, with Marcus still in his arms.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Oliver cried out as he fell to the floor. The students in the Hall froze in their tracks, completely shocked at they saw. Professor Dumbledore stood up and walked towards Oliver. Again, Oliver buried his face in his hands and wept.
"Oh my." Dumbledore began when he saw what had happened to Marcus. "The Avada Kedavra curse. just like. Cedric! My poor boy." Dumbledore laid his hand on the crying boy's shoulder. "Who did this to him?"
"I-it. it was V-V-Voldemort." Oliver managed to get out between sobs. Students began to whisper back and forth to each other upon hearing the horrible news. Oliver could see the pain in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Can. we give him a proper burial here?" Oliver asked once he had calmed down.
"Of course, my boy," Dumbledore replied, "Of course."
A/N: So. that was bad, wasn't it? I'm sorry! I hope you aren't too upset with me. I promise I won't kill anyone in the next story! If there is anything that you want to see in the next story, leave it in a comment and I will try my best to oblige. Please review!!
Daddy Chapter Eighteen
The new dawn never came. Less than an hour after Marcus and Oliver had fallen asleep, news arrived informing the students and staff that Voldemort's Death Eaters had broken into the school, and were searching for Harry Potter. Voldemort was also rumoured to have a legion of Dementors with him, just waiting to suck the happiness out of someone. Fear and panic ensued. Just then, the doors of the Great Hall flew open, and Marcus' father stood in the doorway.
"I've come for my son." He stated. Slowly, Marcus stood up to go with his father. He ignored Oliver's whispered protests, knowing that his father would kill them both if he stayed. Marcus walked out the door, and Oliver knew what he had to do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Slowly, Oliver peered around the outside corner of the castle, so as not to be seen. What he saw made his blood run cold. Voldemort had his wand in hand, and it was pointed directly at Marcus. Taking a step, Oliver unknowingly stepped on a dry twig. The twig snapped, alerting Voldemort and the surrounding Death Eaters of an unwanted presence.
"Find whoever it is, and bring them to me. Alive." Voldemort commanded of the two Death Eaters that stood beside him. The dark figures walked stiffly towards Oliver's corner of the castle, and pulled a young boy out of the shadows. Marcus knew who it was right away.
"OLIVER!" Marcus cried out as he tried to break away from the Death Eater that was holding him.
"Marcus! NO!" Oliver screamed as he saw Marcus' father come into view.
"My Lord," Marcus' father began, "My son's life is yours."
Voldemort didn't seem entirely thrilled at this idea, but a look came over him. The idea of causing somebody pain seemed to delight him. He lifted his wand again and looked at Marcus. Raising an eyebrow, Voldemort gave a grin and chose his curse.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort cried out. There was a flash of green light, and Marcus Flint's lifeless body fell to the ground.
For Oliver, it felt as if time was passing in slow motion as he ran to Marcus' side. The light that once light up Marcus' beautiful green eyes was gone forever. He was no longer alive. Oliver buried his head in Marcus' chest and wept at his loss. As he cried, Oliver heard a soft voice speak slowly in his head. It was Marcus.
"Don't cry, Oliver. It was for the best. The pain is gone now. I'll always be here. Don't ever forget that I love you." Marcus's voice told him in a light whisper. Oliver took a breath and looked around at the people surrounding him. All of a sudden, and incredibly bright, white light flashed, demolishing everyone and everything in its path. Oliver closed his eyes at the blinding flash, and was surprised at what he found when he opened them. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were gone forever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver slowly walked up to the castle doors, carrying Marcus' lifeless body in his arms. Using the force of his back, he managed to push open one of the front doors. He then staggered towards the Hall, with Marcus still in his arms.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Oliver cried out as he fell to the floor. The students in the Hall froze in their tracks, completely shocked at they saw. Professor Dumbledore stood up and walked towards Oliver. Again, Oliver buried his face in his hands and wept.
"Oh my." Dumbledore began when he saw what had happened to Marcus. "The Avada Kedavra curse. just like. Cedric! My poor boy." Dumbledore laid his hand on the crying boy's shoulder. "Who did this to him?"
"I-it. it was V-V-Voldemort." Oliver managed to get out between sobs. Students began to whisper back and forth to each other upon hearing the horrible news. Oliver could see the pain in Dumbledore's eyes.
"Can. we give him a proper burial here?" Oliver asked once he had calmed down.
"Of course, my boy," Dumbledore replied, "Of course."
A/N: So. that was bad, wasn't it? I'm sorry! I hope you aren't too upset with me. I promise I won't kill anyone in the next story! If there is anything that you want to see in the next story, leave it in a comment and I will try my best to oblige. Please review!!