To Hell And Back
Written by Elven Warrior
No one knows how long everyone stood there. And still, no one cast the first spell the make the battle begin. Most were still shocked at Charolette's sudden statement ' You killed them.'. Nor did the deatheaters look like they wanted to fight to get Charolette.
"Sirius, why aren't we attacking?" Bill asked, still in his stance in front of Charolette. "Or more importantly, why aren't they attacking? They want Charolette." Sirius just shook his head, watching the black hooded figures carefully.
"I, I don't know." Sirius whispered, brining the girl closer to him. She had stopped struggling several minutes ago, giving up. "Someone needs to do something, she's getting impatient." Charlie, who had heard the whispering, looked over, shocked as ever.
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Well, I'm overly impressed. Sirius seems to understand me. Or he's somehow reading my mind, but I can't say that that's the case. And still, no one moved. I had given up my struggle, defeated, and tired. If only Mathen wasn't killed, he could have helped me right away. He's an expert in wizarding medical issues. He could fix me right up.
I am indeed sad, that my family has been murdered. People don't normally appretiate such a thing, coming home to a housefull of dead people. That is something, that I do not want to see. And I'm a sorcerer, they can be known to give death. Now, my past is haunting me. I made a vow, to only kill the dark. It was a promise to dumbledore.
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Suddenly, as if she had somehow gathered up the energy, Charolette sprang from Sirius's arms, running towards the deatheaters, her left arm outstretched as well as her hand. Harry dove for her, but missed. Charolette was too fast, too smart for this.
Then something was sailing towards her as she ran. A black staff with a red ruby gem in the top. Her sorcerer''s staff. She summoned it. And the second that it touched her hand, the ruby had enacted itself, happy to return to the hands of it's rightfull owner.
Like lightening, Charolette had whirled around, yelled some spell, knocking all the deatheaters back half a mile away. Every single one of them. She had begun the battle.
*****
It's about bloody time. No one moving or casting some spell was driving me crazy. In fact, watching all those deatheaters sail back a half a mile was hilarious. I couldn't help but laugh. Oh this is going to be so fun.
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Then to everyone's dismay, the battle had begun. Most of the curses were sent sailing towards Charolette, but she blocked them like water on rocks, and sent them back to the wand that conjoured it. Harry had joined in the fun, sending curses, blocking some, and he did it with a smile on his face.
Harry had become an auror almost instantly after he graduated from Hogwarts. Since Fudge is on the merge of being impeached, he had no other alternative but to agree to Harry's training.
Charolette was extreemly fast for someone who had just gotten out of Azkaban. Sirius tried to stay as close as possible to her, in case her blockage failed, and she was sent unconcious or in a body bind. But she was just too fast. The Deatheaters were getting impatient, and sending off curses before she could even send one of her own. Forcing her to block them constantly.
"Ah, you're just as hard to fight as I remembered." The leader cooed, dodging his own curse being shot back at him. "My my, you are too quick for just getting out of Azkaban my love."
"Damnit, just shut up." Charolette growled. All the curses coming at her were starting to anger her. Harry could sence it. "You're as weak as I remembered." She shot back, cocking a half grin. The hooded figure took a feirce step forward.
"Miss. Rones, you are in no place to call someone weak. Now I suggest you drop your barriers and come with us before your little friends get hurt." He snarled. Another hooded figure came up behind him, a hand splayed on his shoulder. This hooded figure bent their head close to the leader, said something, and he retreated to their spot. Charolette recognized the hands, the red painted fingernails, the black rings..Morgana.
"And I be damned to hell.." Charolette hissed, her staff glowing a darker red.
*****
This guy really had it in his mind that I was weak. If I can get my staff back, then I still have an admirable strength of power in me still. And so far, none of their curses were able to penetrate my weak shield. Which is sad.
Then a new figure stepped from the back line, making their way to this man's side. I couldn't see properly, but they had whispered something into his ear, he nodded, and retreated to the empty spot in the back line. This couldn't be good.
Something in my mind began to flail and scream. This deatheater had a staff, a black on with a yellow gem. It was a she, I could see the silowet form from under the black robes. And her shoulders were not as square. The screaming in my head was getting stronger as my eyes wanded over her carefully.
Those hands, those red fingernials tainted with black snakes and crosses, the black rings. Oh gods, sweet mother of merlin no...
*****
No one knows how long everyone stood there. And still, no one cast the first spell the make the battle begin. Most were still shocked at Charolette's sudden statement ' You killed them.'. Nor did the deatheaters look like they wanted to fight to get Charolette.
"Sirius, why aren't we attacking?" Bill asked, still in his stance in front of Charolette. "Or more importantly, why aren't they attacking? They want Charolette." Sirius just shook his head, watching the black hooded figures carefully.
"I, I don't know." Sirius whispered, brining the girl closer to him. She had stopped struggling several minutes ago, giving up. "Someone needs to do something, she's getting impatient." Charlie, who had heard the whispering, looked over, shocked as ever.
*****
Well, I'm overly impressed. Sirius seems to understand me. Or he's somehow reading my mind, but I can't say that that's the case. And still, no one moved. I had given up my struggle, defeated, and tired. If only Mathen wasn't killed, he could have helped me right away. He's an expert in wizarding medical issues. He could fix me right up.
I am indeed sad, that my family has been murdered. People don't normally appretiate such a thing, coming home to a housefull of dead people. That is something, that I do not want to see. And I'm a sorcerer, they can be known to give death. Now, my past is haunting me. I made a vow, to only kill the dark. It was a promise to dumbledore.
*****
Suddenly, as if she had somehow gathered up the energy, Charolette sprang from Sirius's arms, running towards the deatheaters, her left arm outstretched as well as her hand. Harry dove for her, but missed. Charolette was too fast, too smart for this.
Then something was sailing towards her as she ran. A black staff with a red ruby gem in the top. Her sorcerer''s staff. She summoned it. And the second that it touched her hand, the ruby had enacted itself, happy to return to the hands of it's rightfull owner.
Like lightening, Charolette had whirled around, yelled some spell, knocking all the deatheaters back half a mile away. Every single one of them. She had begun the battle.
*****
It's about bloody time. No one moving or casting some spell was driving me crazy. In fact, watching all those deatheaters sail back a half a mile was hilarious. I couldn't help but laugh. Oh this is going to be so fun.
*****
Then to everyone's dismay, the battle had begun. Most of the curses were sent sailing towards Charolette, but she blocked them like water on rocks, and sent them back to the wand that conjoured it. Harry had joined in the fun, sending curses, blocking some, and he did it with a smile on his face.
Harry had become an auror almost instantly after he graduated from Hogwarts. Since Fudge is on the merge of being impeached, he had no other alternative but to agree to Harry's training.
Charolette was extreemly fast for someone who had just gotten out of Azkaban. Sirius tried to stay as close as possible to her, in case her blockage failed, and she was sent unconcious or in a body bind. But she was just too fast. The Deatheaters were getting impatient, and sending off curses before she could even send one of her own. Forcing her to block them constantly.
"Ah, you're just as hard to fight as I remembered." The leader cooed, dodging his own curse being shot back at him. "My my, you are too quick for just getting out of Azkaban my love."
"Damnit, just shut up." Charolette growled. All the curses coming at her were starting to anger her. Harry could sence it. "You're as weak as I remembered." She shot back, cocking a half grin. The hooded figure took a feirce step forward.
"Miss. Rones, you are in no place to call someone weak. Now I suggest you drop your barriers and come with us before your little friends get hurt." He snarled. Another hooded figure came up behind him, a hand splayed on his shoulder. This hooded figure bent their head close to the leader, said something, and he retreated to their spot. Charolette recognized the hands, the red painted fingernails, the black rings..Morgana.
"And I be damned to hell.." Charolette hissed, her staff glowing a darker red.
*****
This guy really had it in his mind that I was weak. If I can get my staff back, then I still have an admirable strength of power in me still. And so far, none of their curses were able to penetrate my weak shield. Which is sad.
Then a new figure stepped from the back line, making their way to this man's side. I couldn't see properly, but they had whispered something into his ear, he nodded, and retreated to the empty spot in the back line. This couldn't be good.
Something in my mind began to flail and scream. This deatheater had a staff, a black on with a yellow gem. It was a she, I could see the silowet form from under the black robes. And her shoulders were not as square. The screaming in my head was getting stronger as my eyes wanded over her carefully.
Those hands, those red fingernials tainted with black snakes and crosses, the black rings. Oh gods, sweet mother of merlin no...
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