Usual disclaimer, not mine, wish it was, etc

Sorry this one's kinda short but I thought I should post what I had, in case my muse goes on leave.

Part 7

'No offence luv, but do you even know where the guy is?' Spike walked beside Willow as she headed out of the front door and out through the ground the same way they had come in earlier that day.

'The owl told me he was in the village and once I'm close enough I should be able to sort out his magic signature from the spells cast on the letter. If you don't want to come Spike, it's not a problem, I can handle this myself.' Her eyes were growing darker as she spoke and her strides were getting longer. Her bastard father had raped and killed her mother, it was his fault she had grown up thinking Sheila and Ira were her parents, having to deal with the pain of knowing they didn't care about her and he had hurt her brother. It all added up to a very angry Willow and a very soon to be dead Voldemort.

'So, tell me again why we're walking, can't we just do that apparating thing everyone here seems so fond of?' Spike was trying to distract her, if she went into the fight this angry it would cloud her judgement, and since he fully intended to get them both out of this alive, that was definitely a bad thing.

'It's against the rule to do that within the grounds, it's my first day here, I think breaking the rules would create a bad impression.' She bit out the words impatient to start kicking some paternal ass.

Finally they reached the gates and Willow immediately used her magic to bring them to the centre of the village of Hogsmeade.

'You feel anything yet, coz I've gotta say I'm putting my money on the big haunted house over there, I think your dads the kind of psycho that likes a good cliché.' Spike continued to try to lighten the atmosphere, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle.

'Give me a minute.' Her voice came out as a harsh warning, clearly telling him not to interrupt again. 'There are a lot of magical signatures, it's gonna take a moment to sort through.' Her eyes remained open, deep black pools, staring into space as though she could see things that no one else could, which was probably true. 'Got it.' A wicked smile lit up her face as she marched purposefully towards the edge of town farthest from the school.

Spike followed as she walked to the door of a very normal looking house and blasted it in with a wave of her hand while he watched proudly, never let it be said that his girl couldn't make an entrance.

'Who the hell are you?' a man came running down the stairs and stood in front of Willow blocking her way, he either couldn't feel the power surrounding her, or he was too stupid to be scared.

'I'm not here to see you.' She used her power to throw the man back up the stairs and crashing through a door at the top, 'I'm here to see my Daddy.'

She floated up the stairs, her hair and eyes were now pitch black and veins were beginning to show on the surface of her skin.

She felt the thread of magic she had been following pull her towards the door on her right and she left the man slumped unconscious on the floor of the room where he had fallen. Once again she blasted the door, sending it flying off its hinges and well into the room beyond.

'So daughter,' a voice hissed sinisterly from the shadows at the far end of the room, 'you have come to join me at last.'

'I've come to kill you,' she contradicted flatly, her voice almost devoid of emotion, her rage had become overwhelming but she poured it into her magic, making it stronger, gathering it between her palms in a twisted ball of black flame.

'Goodbye dad, see you in hell.' She released the magic, the ball of flame crashed into the dark wizard and seemed to consume him. Satisfied she moved back towards the door but was stopped by the sound of ethereal screams echoing through the room. The sound seemed to come from many throats at once and vibrated through her skull painfully finally subsiding as the black flame died away, only to be replaced by the chilling sound of laughter.

She spun back around to see her father still sitting across the room, seemingly untouched by her power. 'Very impressive, but as you can see not very effective, you can try again if you like, but first I would like you to meet some 'friends' of mine.' He sneered at the word 'friends' as he pulled his wand from his pocket, muttering an incantation that she didn't quite make out.

White mist formed in the space between them, slowly resolving into vaguely human shapes, 'these are the spirits of my victims, they are bound to protect me from magic through some rather tricky blood rituals. You heard them screaming earlier, your little spell must have been quite painful for them.'

Willow paled, her face losing the veins as the shock of what she had done set in, she had tortured the souls of the people he had murdered, they were innocent, they didn't deserve that.

Voldemorts voice cut over her thoughts, 'oh my dear, look over there, I believe that's your mother, most people would have settled for a hello, but I'm sure she'll understand why you put her through that. She was a very understanding person and I have to say she looked stunning when she was bruised and bleeding.'

His words pulled her out of her shocked state and her anger returned, bringing the flare of her magic as always. She stopped thinking for a moment, pushing her anger back to allow her to go over what he had told her. The spirits protected him from spells not physical harm, say from a fire? She would kill him for what he had done, for the torture he was inflicting, he had her mothers soul.

The last thought tore away her rational thought and the magic flowed from her body, flames tore through the house, intent on destroying every living thing within. Willow collapsed to her knees, the force of the emotions and the overuse of magic left her drained and weak.

She fell to the floor, struggling to stay aware, feeling the heat of her own fire closing in while smoke filled her lungs. Looking up, the last thing she saw before losing consciousness was Voldemort disappearing from the room.

End part.

Dragonmage