Voldemort's gaze scooted and ran over the figures of the last remaining
Aurors. Abby was down next to Rosalina who had already fallen, she was no
threat to him. Megan, on the other hand, was still standing, yet fear was
beginning to get the best of her, he could see her shivering in front of
him. It made him smile with slight delight. He truly didn't care who was
next, he just wanted to see the heir shrivel, suffer and die before his
very demonic eyes.
Abby soon rose to her feet as George took off after the unconscious Madison. He carefully took her head and carefully placed it in his lap, brushing the strands of hair from her face. To him in the candlelight, her face looked like porcelain, her cheeks a rosy tint with her beautiful eyes shut. The only thing wrong besides the killing tyrant standing in front of them was the cuts adoring her arms and left cheek from the wall she had flown against.
Abby, Megan and Amber made their way slowly together, shoulders together and touching as if a human wall. All griping their wands in their dominant hands, mainly right, and all at the ready. Their eyes never leaving the dark satanic figure.
"Oh, how touching. If you must all die together, I can arrange that." He spoke, his wand never faltering as a laugh tickled his voice. He was readying his wand when Megan and Abby stepped forward leaving Amber a step behind and in between the two.
"You will no longer hurt anyone else Voldemort." Abby stated quite flatly, barely any feeling except pure hatred in her voice. She tightened her grip around the wooden handle of her wand.
"We will do what our fathers were sent out in this force to do, to stop you," Megan informed as she took a spot across from Abby, but just a few steps away to the side.
Voldemort gave himself a once over glance and then looked back to the two with a grin plastered across his face, his hands held out to his sides. "Well, it looks as though they have failed wouldn't you say?" He questioned them with a little chuckle. He pulled his wand across his body and toyed with the tip of it. "Although, I must say, it was rather entertaining to watch them squeal and beg for mercy as I tortured them slowly to death. I wonder if you will do the same."
With his statement Abby and Megan both released the same spell, blue sparks shooting from the tips of their wands and smacking the creature in both shoulders sending him stumbling backwards. His wand fell off to the side as he attempted to regain his balance before faltering any more. Amber made a run for the wand, her brain sending messages to her legs to take her body as fast as it could. She heard the clicks of her heels hitting against the stone and averted her eyes from the demon and kept them on his wand. Her body went flying forward in a long dive for the wooden piece, her arm outstretched. It was within inches when it flew away from the ground and her hand grew numb, unmovable. She felt her body hit the ground harder on impact then she had imagined, her ribs wanted to crack under the pressure, she couldn't tell if they had or not. She cried out in pain as she felt her hand being crushed by Voldemort's power, he now had his wand back.
"Tsk tsk, you should not attempt to take things that aren't yours you foolish Gryffindor." He shook a finger at her as he clenched his other hand up sending impulses to continue crushing her hand.
She felt bones begin to crack under the pressure as Abby ran over to her. Megan muttered a spell under her breath hitting the clenched hand and knocking it away from Amber, releasing the spell. Voldemort gave a cry of anger as his hand was hit away and within a second he whipped himself around and hit Megan's hand, causing her to drop her wand and grab her wrist. It felt as though her hand were on fire and thousands of needles were puncturing her skin and hitting her bone. She cried out in pain, yet the pain would not subside.
Abby jerked her head around and spotted everyone, Oliver stuck on his knees wandless, George caressing an unconscious Madison, Megan grasping for her hand and Rosalina down as well. There were two left, odds were looking more than unpleasant and horrible.
"And then there were two. What to do, what to do? Your friends are all down, what's an heir and an auror to do?" The Dark Lord wondered mockingly aloud to the two, taping his wand against his rough palm.
He tilted his head as he watched them mutter something under their breaths and Amber disappear. Abby rose to her feet, her wand in front of her face ready to strike. Amber appeared behind Voldemort, a sword raised above her head ready to strike.
"What are we to do?" Abby questioned helplessly as she began to step towards the lumbering figure.
"Kill you!" Amber screamed as she brought the sword down and through the body coating the shining blade with blood from tip to hilt. Abby jumped slightly at the sight, Amber refusing to let go as Voldemort began to fall forward, a look of utter surprise on his face.
Amber bit her bottom lip as she twisted the blade once to the right hearing a crack from inside the flesh. A small spatter of blood flew on to her cheek causing her eye to blink upon impact.
All of a sudden, Voldemort shot back up and pushed the sword back through, causing it to exit his body. He turned around, his blood covering his hand, he looked from his hand to Amber's face with a queer grin.
"Didn't think you could kill me that easily did you?" He raised what would be assumed as an eyebrow in question as the blood disappeared from his hand.
"What . ." Abby whispered, unable to understand what was going on in front of her. Why hadn't he died? That would've killed anyone, including Dumbledore. It was impossible!
Amber dropped the sword to the ground with a clatter of metal hitting stone, a metallic cling ringing through the room. Her hand glued open and to her side as her mouth stood a gap in complete shock. She felt a tug on her shirt and felt her feet lift off from the ground as Voldemort's hand motioned upward.
"You, however, won't survive."
Abby soon rose to her feet as George took off after the unconscious Madison. He carefully took her head and carefully placed it in his lap, brushing the strands of hair from her face. To him in the candlelight, her face looked like porcelain, her cheeks a rosy tint with her beautiful eyes shut. The only thing wrong besides the killing tyrant standing in front of them was the cuts adoring her arms and left cheek from the wall she had flown against.
Abby, Megan and Amber made their way slowly together, shoulders together and touching as if a human wall. All griping their wands in their dominant hands, mainly right, and all at the ready. Their eyes never leaving the dark satanic figure.
"Oh, how touching. If you must all die together, I can arrange that." He spoke, his wand never faltering as a laugh tickled his voice. He was readying his wand when Megan and Abby stepped forward leaving Amber a step behind and in between the two.
"You will no longer hurt anyone else Voldemort." Abby stated quite flatly, barely any feeling except pure hatred in her voice. She tightened her grip around the wooden handle of her wand.
"We will do what our fathers were sent out in this force to do, to stop you," Megan informed as she took a spot across from Abby, but just a few steps away to the side.
Voldemort gave himself a once over glance and then looked back to the two with a grin plastered across his face, his hands held out to his sides. "Well, it looks as though they have failed wouldn't you say?" He questioned them with a little chuckle. He pulled his wand across his body and toyed with the tip of it. "Although, I must say, it was rather entertaining to watch them squeal and beg for mercy as I tortured them slowly to death. I wonder if you will do the same."
With his statement Abby and Megan both released the same spell, blue sparks shooting from the tips of their wands and smacking the creature in both shoulders sending him stumbling backwards. His wand fell off to the side as he attempted to regain his balance before faltering any more. Amber made a run for the wand, her brain sending messages to her legs to take her body as fast as it could. She heard the clicks of her heels hitting against the stone and averted her eyes from the demon and kept them on his wand. Her body went flying forward in a long dive for the wooden piece, her arm outstretched. It was within inches when it flew away from the ground and her hand grew numb, unmovable. She felt her body hit the ground harder on impact then she had imagined, her ribs wanted to crack under the pressure, she couldn't tell if they had or not. She cried out in pain as she felt her hand being crushed by Voldemort's power, he now had his wand back.
"Tsk tsk, you should not attempt to take things that aren't yours you foolish Gryffindor." He shook a finger at her as he clenched his other hand up sending impulses to continue crushing her hand.
She felt bones begin to crack under the pressure as Abby ran over to her. Megan muttered a spell under her breath hitting the clenched hand and knocking it away from Amber, releasing the spell. Voldemort gave a cry of anger as his hand was hit away and within a second he whipped himself around and hit Megan's hand, causing her to drop her wand and grab her wrist. It felt as though her hand were on fire and thousands of needles were puncturing her skin and hitting her bone. She cried out in pain, yet the pain would not subside.
Abby jerked her head around and spotted everyone, Oliver stuck on his knees wandless, George caressing an unconscious Madison, Megan grasping for her hand and Rosalina down as well. There were two left, odds were looking more than unpleasant and horrible.
"And then there were two. What to do, what to do? Your friends are all down, what's an heir and an auror to do?" The Dark Lord wondered mockingly aloud to the two, taping his wand against his rough palm.
He tilted his head as he watched them mutter something under their breaths and Amber disappear. Abby rose to her feet, her wand in front of her face ready to strike. Amber appeared behind Voldemort, a sword raised above her head ready to strike.
"What are we to do?" Abby questioned helplessly as she began to step towards the lumbering figure.
"Kill you!" Amber screamed as she brought the sword down and through the body coating the shining blade with blood from tip to hilt. Abby jumped slightly at the sight, Amber refusing to let go as Voldemort began to fall forward, a look of utter surprise on his face.
Amber bit her bottom lip as she twisted the blade once to the right hearing a crack from inside the flesh. A small spatter of blood flew on to her cheek causing her eye to blink upon impact.
All of a sudden, Voldemort shot back up and pushed the sword back through, causing it to exit his body. He turned around, his blood covering his hand, he looked from his hand to Amber's face with a queer grin.
"Didn't think you could kill me that easily did you?" He raised what would be assumed as an eyebrow in question as the blood disappeared from his hand.
"What . ." Abby whispered, unable to understand what was going on in front of her. Why hadn't he died? That would've killed anyone, including Dumbledore. It was impossible!
Amber dropped the sword to the ground with a clatter of metal hitting stone, a metallic cling ringing through the room. Her hand glued open and to her side as her mouth stood a gap in complete shock. She felt a tug on her shirt and felt her feet lift off from the ground as Voldemort's hand motioned upward.
"You, however, won't survive."