To Hell And Back Chapter Nine
Written by: Elven Warrior
AN: Thanks to all that reviewed. I honestly can't say that I was expecting anyone to like this, but you're lovely comments made me blush! I'm trying my best to update as soon as I can. But with school, I'm only a 9th grader, so I do have homework. Basically, I write this in what little spare time I've got. It's saterday today, so I'm hoping to write about 3 to 4 chapters to quench your thirsts. How does that sound? Keep reading
Disclaimer: I've neglected to do this for every chapter..so I had better do it now before I get sued. All orriginal Harry Potter characters go to JK Rowling. BUT the plott, and the new characters that are introduced into this story are rightfully mine. If you want to use one of my characters from my story, then please, ask me first.
Chapter Nine:
Deatheaters had stopped sending their curses, instead, they stood still, their wands placed away. Now leaving a group of people confused as hell, with Charolette Rones going whiter by the minute.
Sirius noted this, and decided that this was not good. If anything could make this girl paler, then it's not something to be happy about. He looked around, his friends were aprehensive about even making a simple shift of weight from one foot to the other. James looked like he wasn't breathing.
"Yep," He said to himself. "This isn't good."
*****
I was hoping we'd get through this battle without Morgana here. As always, I let my hopes get the better of me at certain situations. Then again, I half expected her to be here anyway. Afterall, that final battle between Voldemort and Harry, well, she was at his side, trying to hord me off.
Which she did pathetically by the way.
And now she's just standing there, her staff in her hand, and not moving. Which isn't a good thing anyway. She knows this too, and I hate her for it. Bloody hell, did she just take a step forward?
I'm panicing, I hate this. This isn't what I'm supposed to do. I dreamed, while in Axkaban, that when I met up with my old "Master", she'd be dead when first looking at me.
*****
Hands were portraying to the hood that hide their face, and bringing it down slowly. And there she was, Morgana Leathel, Sorcerer Master, Leader of Death, and Former Fiancé of Voldemort. Ginny Weasley screamed, hiding behind her husband Draco.
That only earned a smirk from the wholly evil woman. Charolette could feel the hate rising up in her, and she wanted more then every to rip her apart from limb to limb, enjoying her agonizing screams. Then Harry noticed it..
She had lost all color from her already pale face. She was whiter than Peeves from Hogwarts. So white, that he was afraid that she would suddenly collapse and die right there.
"Why Charolette." She crooned, that smikr never leaving her face. "Are you not happy to see me? Even after all these years?" Silence.
"The day I'll ever be happy to see you, is the day that I kill you myself." Charolette whispered, crouching slightly, her staff clutched in both hands now. Morgana suddenly began her screeching laughter, much like Voldemorts.
***** Gods, she had to start laughing didn't she? It's not a funny thing when I make a death threat. I carry them out with certain people. Morgana Leathel is top on my list, then the rest of the DeathEaters. And they'll die painfull deaths. I'll make sure of it.
*****
Then Morgana's staff began to glow black from the yellow gem. Charolette was frozen stiff, eyes wide, and cancelled her breathing. The sorcerer in front of her, was muttering something that only people could recognize as dangerous. With a blink of an eye, whatever Morgana was doing, shot itself towards Charolette, knocking the girl off her feet, and laying spralled on the ground, twitching horribly. Morgana smiled. "Oh you poor child. " She swooned. "Still can't react when you're being killed, can you?" Charolette stopped twitching...
A/N: Sorry, it's short..but I'm on a bit of a writters block..
AN: Thanks to all that reviewed. I honestly can't say that I was expecting anyone to like this, but you're lovely comments made me blush! I'm trying my best to update as soon as I can. But with school, I'm only a 9th grader, so I do have homework. Basically, I write this in what little spare time I've got. It's saterday today, so I'm hoping to write about 3 to 4 chapters to quench your thirsts. How does that sound? Keep reading
Disclaimer: I've neglected to do this for every chapter..so I had better do it now before I get sued. All orriginal Harry Potter characters go to JK Rowling. BUT the plott, and the new characters that are introduced into this story are rightfully mine. If you want to use one of my characters from my story, then please, ask me first.
Chapter Nine:
Deatheaters had stopped sending their curses, instead, they stood still, their wands placed away. Now leaving a group of people confused as hell, with Charolette Rones going whiter by the minute.
Sirius noted this, and decided that this was not good. If anything could make this girl paler, then it's not something to be happy about. He looked around, his friends were aprehensive about even making a simple shift of weight from one foot to the other. James looked like he wasn't breathing.
"Yep," He said to himself. "This isn't good."
*****
I was hoping we'd get through this battle without Morgana here. As always, I let my hopes get the better of me at certain situations. Then again, I half expected her to be here anyway. Afterall, that final battle between Voldemort and Harry, well, she was at his side, trying to hord me off.
Which she did pathetically by the way.
And now she's just standing there, her staff in her hand, and not moving. Which isn't a good thing anyway. She knows this too, and I hate her for it. Bloody hell, did she just take a step forward?
I'm panicing, I hate this. This isn't what I'm supposed to do. I dreamed, while in Axkaban, that when I met up with my old "Master", she'd be dead when first looking at me.
*****
Hands were portraying to the hood that hide their face, and bringing it down slowly. And there she was, Morgana Leathel, Sorcerer Master, Leader of Death, and Former Fiancé of Voldemort. Ginny Weasley screamed, hiding behind her husband Draco.
That only earned a smirk from the wholly evil woman. Charolette could feel the hate rising up in her, and she wanted more then every to rip her apart from limb to limb, enjoying her agonizing screams. Then Harry noticed it..
She had lost all color from her already pale face. She was whiter than Peeves from Hogwarts. So white, that he was afraid that she would suddenly collapse and die right there.
"Why Charolette." She crooned, that smikr never leaving her face. "Are you not happy to see me? Even after all these years?" Silence.
"The day I'll ever be happy to see you, is the day that I kill you myself." Charolette whispered, crouching slightly, her staff clutched in both hands now. Morgana suddenly began her screeching laughter, much like Voldemorts.
***** Gods, she had to start laughing didn't she? It's not a funny thing when I make a death threat. I carry them out with certain people. Morgana Leathel is top on my list, then the rest of the DeathEaters. And they'll die painfull deaths. I'll make sure of it.
*****
Then Morgana's staff began to glow black from the yellow gem. Charolette was frozen stiff, eyes wide, and cancelled her breathing. The sorcerer in front of her, was muttering something that only people could recognize as dangerous. With a blink of an eye, whatever Morgana was doing, shot itself towards Charolette, knocking the girl off her feet, and laying spralled on the ground, twitching horribly. Morgana smiled. "Oh you poor child. " She swooned. "Still can't react when you're being killed, can you?" Charolette stopped twitching...
A/N: Sorry, it's short..but I'm on a bit of a writters block..