Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own Harry Potter. (J.K Rowling owns them, lucky woman.) I only own my original characters and my own original plot.

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Chapter 32: Another Battle Fought

Harry tightened his cloak around him as he stood by the side of Andrew's boat. They had set sail two hours ago, and were all traveling on one boat. No one had said a word since they left the harbor; all were content on keeping silent.

Ginny walked over to the side where Harry stood and grasped his cold hand in her own, looking up at him.

"Don't look so grim." She said softly, smiling. A storm was steadily approaching and more fog was settling around them. Harry smiled, wondering at the same time how Ginny could smile in such depressing conditions.

"You look as if we'll never come back from Azkaban." Ginny said seriously.

"I'm just worried, Gin, that's all." Harry said, giving her small hand a comforting squeeze.

"About Jesabelle?" Ginny asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. Harry nodded.

"We don't even know if she's still alive." Harry said.

"If Jesabelle has survived staying in the same room as Lucius Malfoy then I think she'll be fine." Ginny said, grinning.

Harry laughed. "That's what I love about you Gin." He said, kissing her forehead lovingly, "You always know exactly what to say."

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Jesabelle's tears continued to fall upon the stone floor, mixing with her blood. Draco was dead. The words rang out in her head as she looked at his dead body.

I love you. Those were his last words to her before her father took him away from her.

She looked at his frail body, racked with the cuts and marks of the torture he endured, because of her. If she had stayed away from him, maybe he would have lived.

Jesabelle's sobs grew louder as she was left to her thoughts.

~Why did you have to love him? You know that every person you have ever loved has been taken away from you. First your mother, and now Draco. What were you thinking? You stupid, stupid girl. You took another life away. You caused Narcissa even more pain. Why didn't you just stay away?~

Because I already fell in love with him.

~You know the meaning of love? I think not.~

Do not lecture me, I know my crime.

~You are now cursed.~

My father must be celebrating my pain right now, along with Lucius Malfoy. Bastards, all of them.

Jesabelle closed her eyes, trying to force the image of Draco's body away from her mind, but instead, in a flash, she relived the entire ordeal.

She cried out, the pain of her physical wounds cutting through to the pain of her aching heart. She screamed her agony, the sound echoing off the stone walls.

Suddenly, her breath caught. Her heart ached, literally. She jerked forward suddenly. 72589. Her Azkaban brand bled, as did her Dark Mark. It was the curse at work.

She coughed violently, and passed out.

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Harry and the others kept a close eye on each other as they traveled underwater, protected by the Bubble Head Charm. The boat was anchored and charmed to stay in the same place it was stopped, so they had an escape.

Tonks and Moody surfaced first, their eyes only visible above the water, scanning the area. They both dove back under and gave the others the sign that it was all right.

They surfaced two by twos, cautiously walking onto the sand of the beach. They were walking into a cave underneath the prison on the eastern bend of a rock fissure.

They looked up at the prison briefly and continued on, getting deeper into the cave. They lit their wands when they were a safe distance from the entrance of the cave, and Moody and Jones led the way.

Fifteen minutes later, they came to a door. Keep Out. Ministry Personnel Only, the sign read.

"How are we going to get in?" Hermione whispered, afraid that someone might hear her, though the chances were unlikely.

"Just wait." Jones said. "Moody, what time do you have?"

Moody shook up the sleeve of his right arm and looked at his watch.

"I have exactly one o'clock." Moody growled.

"All right, we'll just have to wait a bit, then." Jones said.

"For what?" Harry asked as footsteps were heard from inside.

They raised their wands, ready. The door swung open, revealing Narcissa Malfoy, eyes red and tired. She sniffled, and looked around at all of them, Snape following close behind her, his face grim.

"Am I right in guessing that this is the Jesabelle Potter rescue party?" she asked.

"Narcissa Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Good evening Mr. Potter." Narcissa said, bowing slightly. Harry and his friends exchanged glances, clearly confused.

"We'll explain later, let's move." Moody said, leading the way. Narcissa stepped aside and closed the door tightly behind them. "Remember, stick to the plan about skirting the levels."

"Where is she?" Harry asked, looking at Narcissa. "Where is Jesabelle?"

Narcissa looked away, dabbing her eyes. "She's on the fourth floor, in the execution room. The seventh room on your left. There are five Death Eaters guarding her door." She answered shakily.

"Narcissa," McGonagall said, reaching out to her, "are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine Minerva." Narcissa said, but no one believed her.

"Is she?" Ginny asked, her eyes full of fear.

"No, thank goodness." Narcissa said. "But you have to hurry."

They all nodded.

"There are exactly seven floors. Four Death Eaters each floor. Voldemort is on the seventh floor, with twenty other Death Eaters, celebrating." Narcissa said.

"What are they celebrating?" Harry asked.

Narcissa turned to him, looking into his green orbs full of concern and courage.

"They are celebrating Jesabelle's emotional downfall." She said. "Hurry, you don't have much time."

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"All right, the rest of you skirt the other levels, four minimum to each level. Tonks, Jones, and myself will retrieve Jesabelle." Moody said.

"What about Voldemort?" Neville asked.

"I will worry about that." Dumbledore said, the twinkling in his eyes long gone and replaced with a contained rage.

"I want to retrieve Jesabelle." Harry said.

"No, the fourth floor is very close to the Dark Lord." Moody said.

"But, she needs us." Luna said. "She'll be frightened if you go and get her."

"We can handle it ourselves." Hermione said.

"Then Tonks and Remus will come with you." Dumbledore said.

"Deal." Harry said.

"Serverus, Narcissa, go up and join with the Dark Lord, but lay low, just keep your cover." Dumbledore said.

"Yes, Albus." Snape said, nodding slightly.

Snape and Narcissa nodded and disappeared behind a door.

"Let's go." Shacklebolt said.

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"I'm sorry, Draco." Jesabelle whispered to Draco's body, knowing there would be no response.

I'm sorry.

~It's too late to apologize now, isn't it?~

Please, leave me be.

Jesabelle's tears continued to fall, her eyes bloodshot. It was at that moment that she wanted to die more than anything.

She pulled at the chains, violently screaming out.

"Let me go Voldemort!" she screamed. "Do you hear me? LET ME GO!"

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Tonks snuck out from a corner twisted a Death Eater's neck, killing him. She dropped his body to the ground and signaled to everyone that it was clear. They fanned out and nodded at each other, wishing the others luck.

Remus led the party, followed by Harry, then Neville, Luna, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, then Tonks bringing up the rear.

They made it up to the fourth floor without any run ins with any Death Eaters and stopped at a corner, looking out at Jesabelle's door, where the five Death Eaters stood like statues, their black cloaks and masked faces looking forward. It was hard to believe that they were even human.

"All right." Remus whispered. "Tonks and I will take out the Death Eaters. When the coast is clear, come out."

They nodded and Tonks slowly walked out, keeping to the wall.

"Expelliarmus!" she said, thrusting a Death Eater four feet away from the door.

"Stupefy!" Remus yelled, forcing another one away from the door.

"Expelliarmus!" one of the Death Eaters said. Tonks dodged the spell and ran, knocking out the Death Eater with her fist.

"Difindo!" Remus yelled. Another Death Eater's arm snapped, the crack echoing slightly through the corridor. The Death Eater groaned in pain and Remus kicked him the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"Stupefy!" Tonks said, knocking the last Death Eater away from the door. Remus and Tonks placed binding spells on them and threw them in a heap at the side of the door.

Harry looked out from the corner and saw Tonks nod. He nodded in response and they slowly approached the door.

"Nice work." Ginny said, looking at the heap of Death Eaters.

"Thanks." Tonks said.

They turned toward the door, an old one made of fine wood with a doorknob. Execution Room. The words were written in black ink across the top part of the door.

"Difindo!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the door.

The spell hit the door but was repelled back to him by an invisible shield.

Harry ducked as the spell hit the wall behind him, cracking it.

"Damn!" he yelled.

"They must have put charms on the door." Remus said. "Tonks, do you think you could break the charm?"

Tonks shifted from side to side, looking at the door thoughtfully. "I think so; it looks like a simple one."

She walked towards the door and touched it with the tip of her wand. Instantly, the shield began to spit out electric sparks.

"The Lightning Protection Charm." Tonks said more to herself than to those around her. "Stand back."

Harry and the others stood back as Tonks removed her wand and centered it in the middle of the door; more energy came from it as Tonks directed the energy to the top left corner of the door.

"Incantatem Protego!" she yelled, forcing the door backward.

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Jesabelle twitched slightly, so lost in her mind that she didn't realize that someone broke into the room.

"Jesabelle!" Harry yelled, running in.

The others followed. Ginny's eyes filled with tears as Hermione put a hand over her mouth. Luna closed her eyes and opened them. Ron and Neville looked around, surveying the room. Tonks lit the torches inside.

Jesabelle looked up at them, her eyes shinning, squinting from the sudden outburst of light from the torches.

"Harry?" she cracked out.

"Yes, Jesabelle, we're here, we've come to get you." Harry said as Tonks walked over and melted Jesabelle's chains.

Jesabelle fell forward. Harry caught her in his arms, grimacing as he saw her wounds.

"Jesabelle?" Ginny choked out as she, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Ron approached her.

"What happened?" Ginny cried, seeing her wounds.

"He's dead." Jesabelle whispered, beginning to cry again as Harry sat her against the wall.

"What?" Harry asked. "Who's dead?"

Jesabelle looked to the side, where Draco's body lay, it's back facing them. None of them noticed it until now.

Neville walked over and bent down, turning the body over.

"Oh gods!" Neville said. "It's Draco!"

"Draco Malfoy?" Tonks said, rushing over to the body.

"Don't waste," Jesabelle began, breathing heavily as she grew weaker. "Don't waste your time."

They looked at her, confused.

"He's already dead." Jesabelle said, sobbing silently, turning away from the body.

"What happened here?" Harry asked. "What happened to you?"

"There's no time to explain." Remus called out from the entrance of the room. "It's already three o'clock. The Ministry will be here soon. We have to get her out of here and to the safety of the school."

"Here, let me help her wounds a bit." Tonks said. She pointed her wand into Jesabelle's torn blouse at her torso. "Ferulas Spineas." Bandages appeared around Jesabelle's torso and over a few of the cuts on her back.

Jesabelle twitched slightly.

"Here, drink this." Tonks said, removing a green potion from her robes. "It's going to stop the bleeding and give you a bit more strength."

Jesabelle drank the potion and coughed slightly at the taste.

"All right." Harry said, lifting Jesabelle and carrying her in his arms. "I'll take care of Jesabelle. Let's go."

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They cautiously made their way out of the Execution Room and down a flight of stairs leading to the third floor. Two minutes later, they were about to head down the next flight of stairs leading to the second floor when a flock of Death Eaters arrived, about ten of them, led by Lucius Malfoy.

"There they are!" Lucius Malfoy yelled, pointing at them. "Get them!"

The Death Eaters removed their wands from their robes.

"Stupefy!" a voice boomed from behind them.

Two Death Eaters were thrown forward, and the others turned around to see Moody, Jones, and Andrew standing there, their wands outstretched. Moody was the one who initiated the battle.

"Get them!" he yelled again. "All of them, kill them all!"

A battle raged on between the Order and the Death Eaters, each one dueling the other.

"Go Harry!" Remus yelled and he threw Arnold Rockwood off him. "Get out of here! All of you!"

They nodded and Ron and Luna led the way, followed by Harry and Jesabelle, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville bringing up the rear.

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They were running along the second floor corridor when they heard a cold voice ring out through the hallway.

"I think you are taking something of mine with you." The voice said.

Harry and the others stopped dead in their tracks, looking around for the owner of the voice. A cold wind swept through the corridor and Voldemort appeared from behind the corner, grinning with satisfaction, Bellatrix Lestrange, Augustus Rockwood, Blake Marshall, and Gabriel Parker, following behind him.

"And what exactly are we taking from you, Voldemort?" Neville asked defiantly.

"Oh!" Lestrange said, cackling. "The little boy has finally grown a backbone since our last meeting."

Rockwood grinned, while the Parker and Marshall laughed.

"You little," Hermione said, rounding on Parker and Marshall.

"Little what, Mudblood?" Marshall asked, looking at her.

"What are you two doing here?" Ron screamed.

"To serve our Lord in any way we can." Parker said, smiling wickedly.

"And to become official followers." Marshall said, nodding slightly.

"And why should he want anything to do with the two of you?" Ginny asked. "What have you done to help him?"

"Enough." Voldemort said. "You two may head back to the school."

Parker and Marshall took a step backward and turned around, walking down the corridor.

"You've been spying on us!" Neville yelled behind their retreating backs.

Marshall turned around, looking at Harry, who was still carrying Jesabelle in his arms. "Who do you think it was that tipped the Ministry off?"

Voldemort and the other Death Eaters laughed.

"Pity." Marshall said. "If that stupid Draco Malfoy didn't go against the Dark Lord, he might be laughing along with us."

With that he turned around and left. Parker winked and blew a kiss towards them, strutting away behind Marshall.

Voldemort smirked and stepped forward. Neville and Ron stood in between him and Harry and Jesabelle, serving as a shield, Luna, Hermione, and Ginny standing to either side of them.

"Stay back!" Luna said, pointing her wand forward, as the others did.

"Or what?" Voldemort asked, clearly amused. "You'll hex me? Really, Ms. Lovegood, I think you're over your head on that one."

The others, confused, widened their eyes. Voldemort even knew who Luna was. Not many people knew about Luna's friendship with Harry and the rest of them. Marshall and Parker must have been passing on information to Voldemort ever since they both came to Hogwarts.

Voldemort took another step forward. Harry and the others took a step backward. Before Harry could run, Lestrange and Rockwood came up behind him, blocking his way. Jesabelle was too weak to walk, so Harry could not reach for his wand.

"We're not giving her up!" Harry yelled, eyeing Lestrange and Rockwood with disgust, rage filling his being.

"Stop trying to be a hero, Potter." Rockwood said, taking a step towards him.

Voldemort took another step toward them, his eyes flashing dangerously. "All right," he said, "have it your way."

Surprisingly, Voldemort took three steps backward, away from them. Jesabelle stirred slightly, looking towards Voldemort. Slowly, she got out of Harry's arms and stood up, using Harry as support for her frail body.

"How did it feel, Jesabelle?" Voldemort hissed, looking at Jesabelle, limp in Harry's arms. "How did it feel when I tortured him to death?"

Jesabelle's breathing was labored as she looked at him, pure hatred in her eyes, the events of that night flashing through her mind.

"He fought for you, you know." He said, casually looking up at her. "When he found out about the curse, he wanted us to stop it. He didn't want us to place the curse upon you."

Jesabelle's body was racked with pain as her wounds reopened again. She gripped Harry's robes, wincing.

"Jesabelle." Harry said.

"It was then that I found out that he really did love you." Voldemort said.

"Ahh." Jesabelle said, her legs failing her. She fell on her knees, blood flowing from her wounds, her Dark Mark, and her Azkaban brand, as it had before. She breathed heavily, looking up at her father with renewed strength.

Don't let him win, she thought. Don't let him win.

"He tried to hide his feelings for you from me." Voldemort continued. "But I saw right through him."

Jesabelle jerked forward, arching her back, her head slightly thrown backward. She could see Draco being whipped. She watched him. She felt his pain.

Harry watched in terror through Jesabelle's torn blouse as a new and fresh cut formed on her back.

The others surrounded her, eyes widening, equaling Harry's terror as they too saw the cuts and scars of Jesabelle's torture.

"He died for you, my dear." Voldemort said, eyes narrowing.

Jesabelle jerked forward again.

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Draco collapsed on the ground, his back cut and bleeding.

"Jesabelle." He whispered, extending his arm. He was only a foot and a half away from her.

"Draco." She said as Voldemort whipped him again.

"I love you." He whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Jesabelle's eyes filled with even more tears.

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled. Draco twitched and twitched, crying out.

"SSTTTTOOOOOOOPPPPPP!" Jesabelle yelled.

Voldemort stopped, and looked at her.

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"If it wasn't for you, he would still be alive." Voldemort said, his smirk growing wider. "Just like how your mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you."

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"Lei viverà su, il dolore della sua morte pesando giù sul suo cuore solitario." He hissed.

~You shall live on, the pain of his death weighing down on your lonely heart.~

Jesabelle struggled even more.

"No." she said. "No."

Voldemort pointed his wand toward Draco. "Avada Kedavra."

"DRACOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle cried out as the flash of green light blinded her and Draco's body went limp.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jesabelle screamed, the sudden sound of her voice echoing off the walls, sending chills down Harry's spine as she collapsed to the floor, weeping and twitching, wrapping herself into a little ball.

"Draco." She whispered. "Draco."

"You bastard!" Ron yelled, lunging for Voldemort.

"Ron, no!" Hermione screamed, as Voldemort removed his wand from his robes in a flash.

"Crucio!" Voldemort said, fire dancing in his eyes.

Ron fell, twitching on the stone floor.

"Ron." Jesabelle whispered.

"Ron!" Harry yelled.

"Expelliarmus!" a voice yelled.

Voldemort was thrown backward slightly, his wand escaping from his hand. He turned around to find Dumbledore, his robes billowing in the breeze, Moody, Tonks, and Remus standing aside from him.

"Albus." Voldemort said, narrowing his eyes in disgust.

"Tom Riddle." Dumbledore said, matching his ferocity.

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Four o'clock turned the corner as, Monday, June 21st continued its course.

Cornelius Fudge stood on a small rowboat with two other Ministry workers, eyeing Azkaban grimly. They had camouflaged themselves using a charm and were assembling in a circle in their boats around the prison, staying a safe distance away from the shores.

Fudge looked at his watch. Good, he thought, right on schedule. He nodded at the other officials in the boat and they nodded in response, both shooting sparks upward from their wands, both green, the fog blocking it from view.

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Dumbledore instantly shot silvery gold sparks from his wand.

Voldemort ducked, running off to the side as Rockwood battled Moody, and Remus battled Lestrange.

Voldemort withdrew a sword, a snake slithering around the end. Dumbledore in turn withdrew his own sword.

"The Sword of Godric Gryffindor." Voldemort hissed, grinning with excitement. "Let us set the wands aside, Dumbledore; let's see how skilled you are with the sword!"

Voldemort immediately ran towards Dumbledore, his sword held high above his head. Bringing it down on him, Voldemort amusedly smiled as Dumbledore quickly stopped him, his sword set horizontally in front of him, pushing Voldemort backwards.

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The six boats moved slightly as small waves brushed against them. The officials eyed the signal and got into position, pointing their wands toward the highest tower of Azkaban.

Fudge nodded again, seeing their readiness, extending his own wand out along with his comrades.

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Escaping the fray, Harry and the others, stood to the corner. Harry lay Jesabelle against the wall as he fought his tears, looking at her with mixed emotions. She just lost Draco.

Tonks crouched down in front of her, trying to fix her as best as she could, while Neville and Hermione helped Ron, sitting him down against the wall next to Jesabelle.

"Here," Tonks said, handing Hermione a vial of clear liquid. "have Ron drink that."

Hermione nodded and fed the potion to Ron. Color began to grace his face again as he coughed slightly, the cold sweat that formed upon his bow beginning to slide down his forehead.

"He'll be fine now." Tonks said as the wall to their right exploded.

Remus was fighting Lestrange with a ferocity that none of them had ever seen. She did, after all, kill Sirius.

Jesabelle winced as Tonks tightened the bandages around her torso.

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"Distruzione!" Fudge yelled.

"Distruzione!" the others yelled.

White smoke leaked out of their wands, surrounding the prison. In a matter of seconds, Azkaban was covered in a bubble.

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Voldemort and Dumbledore fought with rage as Voldemort cut Dumbledore's left cheek.

Retaliating, Dumbledore lunged forward, their swords meeting and clashing with each strike the other sought to accomplish.

Dumbledore jumped as Voldemort plunged his sword underneath his feet. Their swords met again Dumbledore lingering above Voldemort. It looked as if Dumbledore was about to win.

"Tsk, tsk." Voldemort said, "Such rage, and here I thought you were more composed than that, Albus."

He screamed, pushing Dumbledore away.

Ginny looked out the window, seeing the white encampment they were put in.

"The spell!" she screamed, getting up quickly. "They've already started!"

Moody flew across the room, hitting the wall as Rockwood held his wand in front of him, pointing it at Moody's heart.

"Expelliarmus!" Neville yelled, hitting Rockwood straight away at the stomach.

Rockwood flew backward, crashing into Lestrange.

"Good one." Tonks said, risking a smile in the battle-filled atmosphere.

"Thank you." Neville said, still looking at Rockwood and Lestrange, who were struggling to get up.

"They're going to destroy the prison!" Luna said.

Tonks looked out the window, her eyes filled with urgency as she saw the bubble turning red.

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"Distruzione!" Fudge yelled again, the bubble growing red.

"Distruzione!" they yelled again.

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Hearing Luna's words, Voldemort looked out the window, seeing the red atmosphere.

"Looks like it's time to take my leave." Voldemort said.

Lestrange and Rockwood were already heading down the stairs.

"Stop them!" Harry yelled.

Remus and Moody got up, chasing after them. Voldemort struggled with Dumbledore as he removed his wand.

"Stupefy!" Voldemort yelled.

Dumbledore wasn't fast enough and was blasted through a cell door, a large piece of wood hitting his side from the fray.

"Albus!" Tonks yelled.

No one noticed Harry slipped away.

Voldemort stepped into the cell, smiling at his "victory".

"Pity, Albus." He said. "To think, I expected more from you." He lifted his wand, pointing it towards Dumbledore, who was struggling with a bookshelf. He had fallen through into a small library.

"Ava-" Voldemort began.

"Ahhhhh!" Harry yelled, tackling Voldemort.

Voldemort pushed Harry off.

"Crucio!" he yelled.

"Harry!" Luna and Ginny yelled as Harry began to twitch more violently than Ron did.

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Harry was drowning in pain as he heard Voldemort's laughter, his head feeling as if it was splitting in half.

He saw Sirius falling through the veil. He saw Jesabelle hanging from the wall, the chains stained with her blood. He saw Draco, dead, Jesabelle weeping.

He saw Jesabelle jerking forward, pain etched on every feature of her face as her so-called "father" continued his verbal assault.

No.

Jesabelle.

Get up, Harry.

Don't give up.

Fight.

Ginny.

Hermione.

Luna.

Neville.

Ron.

Dumbledore.

Tonks.

Jesabelle.

He'll get Jesabelle.

Get up.

You have to protect them.

Get up, Harry.

Fight it.

Protect them.

Save them.

Do it for mum and dad.

Do it for Sirius.

Do it for the Aunt Gema you never knew.

Do it for them.

Do it for yourself.

FIGHT!

GET UP!

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Harry screamed, getting up, forcing the curse away.

"No!" Voldemort screamed as Harry fell again, breathing heavily.

For once, Voldemort seemed at a loss. He looked into the room, seeing Dumbledore already halfway through getting the shelf off of him. Tonks and the others were hovering a corner, too afraid to move.

Then, he saw her. Jesabelle, standing in front of the window.

"Jesabelle!" Tonks said, jumping in front of her.

Harry shivered on the ground. Voldemort grinned as Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Ron ran to him. He could easily kill them. No, he would save it for another time. There was only one thing he needed.

"Jesabelle." Voldemort said softly, extending his hand out to her. "My daughter, my darling little girl."

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Molly and Arthur ran out of the prison, waving frantically out to the Ministry.

"Stop!" Arthur screamed.

"Weasley!" Fudge screamed, dropping is wand.

"Dumbledore and the others are inside!" Molly screamed.

The workers in Fudge's boat rowed quickly to shore.

"What is going on here?" Fudge yelled.

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"Come along, my dear." Voldemort said, still using his fatherly voice.

Jesabelle's eyes went blank, staring at him. Slowly, she began to walk forward.

"Jesabelle!" Neville yelled, getting up. He tried to run to her, but was met with an invisible shield. Feeling the shield, he swore loudly, banging on the shield in desperation.

Tonks tried to move as well, but found that her feet were glued to the ground. She frantically tried to pull her foot free, but there was no luck.

"Don't listen to him!" she yelled.

Jesabelle was four feet in front of Voldemort, taking very small steps.

"That's it, child." Voldemort said, his hand still outstretched. "Take my hand. We wouldn't want to keep your mum waiting."

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Jesabelle smiled, looking like a young child. She did not see the pale face, the red eyes, the slitted nose, she saw the father she always wanted. She saw a middle-aged man, hair already graying at the ends. His kind eyes glowed with love as she slowly walked towards him.

She was no longer in Azkaban; she was in a grassy field, the light breeze dusting through her hair, her father standing by a beautiful oak tree.

In the distance, she glimpsed a Mansion, its luxurious appearance beckoning her.

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"Jesabelle, don't listen to him!" Tonks yelled, vainly tugging at her legs, her wand two feet away from her. In her haste to protect Jesabelle, she had forgotten it on the ground.

Neville and Ginny were banging on the invisible barrier, while Hermione and Ron were desperately trying to help Harry up.

Harry was drifting in and out of consciousness as Hermione and Ron struggled to pull him up.

Luna was trying to find another way around the corridor, but found that another transparent barrier was blocking her way. She tried again where Dumbledore was blasted through and found that another barrier prevented her from getting to him as well.

Ron finally succeeded to pulling Harry up, placing him left arm around his shoulders and steadying him, using his own body as leverage. Luna returned to the others.

"Jesabelle, please!" Ginny yelled, punching the barrier in desperation. "Stop!"

Harry's eyes shot up, hearing Ginny's plea, realizing for the first time what was happening.

"Jesabelle!" Harry screamed, pulling out of Ron grasp and leaning against the barrier, punching it in anger.

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Jesabelle looked around, hearing voices. The voices sound familiar, she thought.

"Don't worry about them, dear." Voldemort said, his hand still outstretched. "They'll be fine. Move quickly now, my sweet, your mum is waiting."

She was so close now, their hands were nearly touching.

Something inside Jesabelle's mind clicked, and her eyes widened in fear.

"No." she said, pulling her hand away. "No. My mum is dead."

The beautiful, sun-filled sky suddenly turning dark with anger as a storm swiftly began to approach. The green grass and flowers of the field suddenly turned to ash, the entire setting transforming into a dark, dismal desert of despair.

"Stupid girl!" Voldemort screamed. "I am taking you with me if it is the last thing I do!"

"No!" Jesabelle screamed, struggling to get away. "Somebody please, help me!"

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The others watched as Jesabelle cried out for her mother, stumbling and tripping on her own feet, falling backwards, landing hard on the floor, her eyes wide.

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"MUM!" Jesabelle screamed, her eyes lifted upward towards the sky.

"No one can save you now, Jesabelle!" Voldemort said, the breeze picking up to a gust. "You're mine!"

A voice suddenly began to resound throughout the prison.

"Leave her be, Tom." The voice said.

Voldemort looked up and around, Jesabelle's illusion fading, being replaced with the present, Azkaban's stone walls broken from the duels that took place just minutes ago.

"Who is that?" he screamed in anger. "Show yourself, coward!"

"I can't and you know that." The voice said again. The others listened carefully and realized that it was a female voice. "I'm already dead."

"Gema." Voldemort said.

"Yes." Gema Potter's voice replied. "Leave my daughter alone!"

Voldemort paused, looking from Jesabelle, to Tonks, to Harry and the others. For the third time since his invasion in Azkaban Voldemort seemed to be lost, confused.

Their eyes widened as Voldemort's own eyes transformed from blood red to white, with blue in the middle. His pale skin began to gain color, and his nose was no longer slits but a fine-shaped aristocratic one.

No longer was the hate and rage inside Voldemort's eyes. His eyes no longer possessed a lust for power, it now possessed understanding, and, if one was so bold to say, kindness and generosity.

In fact, it seemed as if this man was never Voldemort at all. It seemed as if this was the real Tom Marvolo Riddle. The man, the wizard, not the Dark Lord who despised half-bloods.

"Gema?" he questioned again, his voice completely different. His voice sounded normal. It sounded like a man, a kind man. "Is that you, my love?"

"Yes, Tom." Gema said again. "He is trying to take our daughter away."

"No, we mustn't let him." Voldemort said.

Harry, Jesabelle, Tonks, and the others looked around, bewildered at Voldemort's sudden change of personality.

But just as quickly it had come, it had vanished. Voldemort's strange transformation quickly died away and was once again replaced with how he was before; the red eyes, the slits, the pale skin, the hatred, the lust, the power- hungry Lord.

"What?" Harry whispered.

Voldemort angrily looked around. Seeing Dumbledore struggling out of the small library, he once again realized that he would have to run again.

He quickly made his way past Jesabelle, and then past Tonks, jumping upon the window sill and looking down, smirking at the surprised faces of the Ministry workers below.

"Just wait, Potter." Voldemort hissed, looking from Harry, to Jesabelle. "Next time, Potter, next time."

With that parting phrase, he jumped off the sill and in a small pop, he disappeared with a swish of his black cloak.

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Yeehaw! Okay, I know, I took a while. I am so sorry; my weirdo parents kept grounding me on and off. Wow! This is my longest chapter! Woohoo!

Anyways, I really hope you liked this chapter. "Another Battle Fought" or, as I like to call it, "Operation Save Jesabelle from the Claws of the Dark Lord." Long, I know, that's why I just shortened it! Please read and review!

Coming Up.........Stay Tuned!

Chapter 33: Harry and the others are taken away to heal. What happened to Voldemort? How is Jesabelle going to cope with Draco's death now that it's about to sink in even more than it already is? Harry and the others find out what happened in Azkaban. Jesabelle breaks down. The Ministry decides what to do with her.