To Hell And Back
Written by Elven Warrior1
A/N: Is it me, or is this story getting deeper by each chapter?
Chapter 11
Morgana watched in disgust as Sirius Black kneeled next to the girl, bearing his hidden love he held for her. She sneered, watching the man cry. As she knew him, Sirius Black never cried. But here, here he poured his heart and soul to the dead girl before him. She suddenly frowned, noticing a slight twitch of the girls foot.
No one else had even noticed, for they all wept themselves, burying their heads into the chests of their friends and loved ones. Alastor Moody did not cry, but looked sadly upon Charolette, wishing he could have done more. Her foot twitched again.
"No!" Morgana suddenly hissed to herself. "It can't be!" Once again, Charolette's foot twitched again, this time, with more force, heaving her foot to the left side. "No!" Morgana yelled out, clutching her staff, which was glowing with the anger that radiated off of her.
Sirius looked down with shock on Charolette. She had taken a gasp for breath, her eyes shot open. Those deep saphiers, near black starring up at him. Sirius was taken aback, and could do nothing but stare. No one moved now, afraid that their own minds were delusioning them.
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Oh look at him, starring at my like an idiot. Though, I do have to say, that I liked Morgana's sudden outburst of disbelife and fury. I could feel her anger radiating off of herself, and of course, it's indicated towards me. It's not everyday that any living soul could live against that curse.
Still, aftering hearing Sirius's undying love for me, he still didn't move. So my eyes penetrated his, trying to make him uncomfortable and to look away, or at least help me up.
No one was bloody moving...which meant, I had to get up on my own. Damn.
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Over the course of 15 minutes of starring, Sirius suddenly realized that Charolette was sitting up. Instinctivly, he tried to push her back down, afriad that she would be injured further. Her arm twitched.
"Oi, Sirius, I'm fine." She stated gruffly, that croak in her voice still not heaving off. "Lemme up." Still Sirius Black held her down, tears welling in his eyes again, this time, with happiness.
"No." He whispered, only for her ears to hear. "No."
Charolette stared up at the man with utter disbelife. Not knowing why she was even shocked by his behavior, she thrusted herself away, rolling several feet before jumping to her own, staff in her hand.
Ignoring sudden shrieks from both sides, Charolette turned towards Morgana for the last time, her eyes locked cold hard on hers, making Lethel writher with hatred.
"You're supposed to be dead!" She shrieked, sending a curse towards the girl. "I did you a favor!"
"Killing me and sending me back to my traitor of a family is a favor?" Amusement flodded through her voice. "Ah, I think likewise Lethel. As your dying wish, I'll do you one thing. Be wise about your choice. And make it quick." Morgana watched the girl, realizing that she had plans to kill her. She smirked.
"Then I have no wish." She stated boredly. "For you cannot kill me."
Charolette errupted with laughter, her shoulders racking trying to gain controll over herself. Morgana could only be overjoyed to hear her laughter once again, but refused to show it.
"My my 'mother'." She growled, her voice pulling over with hatred once again. "As you've said yourself only minutes ago, that I am the most powerfull sorcerer, and can do whatever I set my mind too. You know perfectly well that I can, and will kill you."
With a lower murmer of words, and a quick black flash, Morgana layed on the ground, cold, and dead. Her deatheaters suddenly shrieked with horror, bending to their master, begging her to awake. Like pittiful children when they loose a pet.
"You bitch!" One of the deatheaters screamed, his wand pointed at his lords Murderer. Charolette chuckled.
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Morgana was really starting to piss me off. Inside that thick head of hers, she knew perfectly well that I was able to kill her and her men with a simple blink of my eye. She made herself an easy target, beliving that I could not bear to kill my own 'parent.'
Morgana was not my parent. I had killed my parents five and a half years ago that faithfull night Voldemort was brought down by Harry Potter,The Boy Who Lived and The Boy that Prevailed Victory. My parents stood their ground in front of Voldemort, and I merely squashed them like a defenceless bug. Nothing more.
Hah, Morgana felt she was doing me a favor. How dreafully horrid for her. Nothing she could do a favor for good, but only for evil. And all those resulted in the death of someone. In her opinon, everyone desrved death, and she was the one to kill them all. I'm surprised gaining world dominance wasn't on the list either. Then again, she was leaving Voldemort to that. Lucky Bastard.
I gave the woman one last wish. Most liekly, I wouldn't see it done, but at least I have the decancy to give her something to think about before she died. Instead, she still thinks I can't kill her.
Her death came quick and very painfull I assure you. It had seemed to happen quick, but to her, if felt like a thousand knives pentetrated her skin, seraching for her heart. Now she lay crumpled on the ground, visably dead.
Look at those deatheaters, all kneeling on the ground, groping for their master to wake up. Like a child with a dead and cherrished pet. Pittiful for these grown men to act in such a way. Really, Morgana would have wanted something different, but lets' just say, she isn't suitble for it.
She wasn't suitable for anything but death. And I made sure she got what she deserved.
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Almost as quick as Charolette had disposed of Morgana Lethel, she disposed of the deatheaters sprawled on the ground at their dead masters feet. They weren't the last of the deatheaters. There were followers all over the world for Voldemort. Most went into hiding after he was killed. Then some then went and joined Morgana for justice.
Remus Lupin suddely dissappeared into the house, making a panicked called to the Ministry, saying that Charolette had destroyed Morgana and her followers. Within seconds of his call, The new Minister of Magic and more aurors apparated to Number Twelve Grimwald Place's back lawn. All stared in shock at the great amount of dead betrayers, and among them, Morgana Lethel.
Charolette stood and stared at the freshly murdered people. Her eyes never blinking, and bore into the pile before her. Never in her life, did she want to kill so many people in one round. Indeed, her title as a 'Murderer' was true, and was for certain that this new minister was going to send her back to Azkaban. But instead, he stood in front of her. Brown eyes on blue.
His name was Ethridge Jones, A member of the Wizarding Games Keeper. He had a high potential for the High Seat of the Ministry, but Fudge, playing his wicked game, had won. Leaving Ethridge a seat as a wizarding sports writter. A.K.A Wizarding Games Keeper.
"Charolette Rones." He said politely, watching the girl, who in turned, watched him back. "Thank you. Thank you for saving our world from Morgana. Words cannot express our gratitude towards you, and we wish to do something for you in return." Charolette looked at the man with interest. It's been a long while since the wizarding world thanked her for her good deeds.
"I did what needed to be done. Morgana needed to be stopped, and that meant death to her and her men." Ethridge nodded, agreeing with her fully. "But." His face suddenly fell. "There are more of them still out there. Deatheaters and Sorcerers. And because Morgana has been killed, that means they will come in search of her body. It must be destroyed immeaditly. No delays." The Minister nodded once again, taking in theinformation and letting it process through his mind.
"Do you know how long it will take for the news to get around?" He asked, becking Percy to him. Charolette made no movement.
"If we can keep this from the Daily Prophet, then the news shouldn't reach them. But that can't be for certain. Afterall, someone could be disguised, and hidden securely among the trees, or anywhere near by. If the news reaches them in some shape or form, then instantly, we must be prepared for another battle. But this one, would be mainly pressed on my shoulders, for I am the last of my brothers and sisters, or that I know of anyway." Ethridge Jones took the girls hands into his own.
"Charolette, you have given a great lift off of everyone's shoulders here in the magic world. Even if more deatheaters and sorcerers such as yourself come back, we can take care of them, as you did this group before us. I have stronge faith in you, and I want you apart of our defence." Charolettes eyes widdened.
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Whoah...
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A/N: Is it me, or is this story getting deeper by each chapter?
Chapter 11
Morgana watched in disgust as Sirius Black kneeled next to the girl, bearing his hidden love he held for her. She sneered, watching the man cry. As she knew him, Sirius Black never cried. But here, here he poured his heart and soul to the dead girl before him. She suddenly frowned, noticing a slight twitch of the girls foot.
No one else had even noticed, for they all wept themselves, burying their heads into the chests of their friends and loved ones. Alastor Moody did not cry, but looked sadly upon Charolette, wishing he could have done more. Her foot twitched again.
"No!" Morgana suddenly hissed to herself. "It can't be!" Once again, Charolette's foot twitched again, this time, with more force, heaving her foot to the left side. "No!" Morgana yelled out, clutching her staff, which was glowing with the anger that radiated off of her.
Sirius looked down with shock on Charolette. She had taken a gasp for breath, her eyes shot open. Those deep saphiers, near black starring up at him. Sirius was taken aback, and could do nothing but stare. No one moved now, afraid that their own minds were delusioning them.
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Oh look at him, starring at my like an idiot. Though, I do have to say, that I liked Morgana's sudden outburst of disbelife and fury. I could feel her anger radiating off of herself, and of course, it's indicated towards me. It's not everyday that any living soul could live against that curse.
Still, aftering hearing Sirius's undying love for me, he still didn't move. So my eyes penetrated his, trying to make him uncomfortable and to look away, or at least help me up.
No one was bloody moving...which meant, I had to get up on my own. Damn.
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Over the course of 15 minutes of starring, Sirius suddenly realized that Charolette was sitting up. Instinctivly, he tried to push her back down, afriad that she would be injured further. Her arm twitched.
"Oi, Sirius, I'm fine." She stated gruffly, that croak in her voice still not heaving off. "Lemme up." Still Sirius Black held her down, tears welling in his eyes again, this time, with happiness.
"No." He whispered, only for her ears to hear. "No."
Charolette stared up at the man with utter disbelife. Not knowing why she was even shocked by his behavior, she thrusted herself away, rolling several feet before jumping to her own, staff in her hand.
Ignoring sudden shrieks from both sides, Charolette turned towards Morgana for the last time, her eyes locked cold hard on hers, making Lethel writher with hatred.
"You're supposed to be dead!" She shrieked, sending a curse towards the girl. "I did you a favor!"
"Killing me and sending me back to my traitor of a family is a favor?" Amusement flodded through her voice. "Ah, I think likewise Lethel. As your dying wish, I'll do you one thing. Be wise about your choice. And make it quick." Morgana watched the girl, realizing that she had plans to kill her. She smirked.
"Then I have no wish." She stated boredly. "For you cannot kill me."
Charolette errupted with laughter, her shoulders racking trying to gain controll over herself. Morgana could only be overjoyed to hear her laughter once again, but refused to show it.
"My my 'mother'." She growled, her voice pulling over with hatred once again. "As you've said yourself only minutes ago, that I am the most powerfull sorcerer, and can do whatever I set my mind too. You know perfectly well that I can, and will kill you."
With a lower murmer of words, and a quick black flash, Morgana layed on the ground, cold, and dead. Her deatheaters suddenly shrieked with horror, bending to their master, begging her to awake. Like pittiful children when they loose a pet.
"You bitch!" One of the deatheaters screamed, his wand pointed at his lords Murderer. Charolette chuckled.
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Morgana was really starting to piss me off. Inside that thick head of hers, she knew perfectly well that I was able to kill her and her men with a simple blink of my eye. She made herself an easy target, beliving that I could not bear to kill my own 'parent.'
Morgana was not my parent. I had killed my parents five and a half years ago that faithfull night Voldemort was brought down by Harry Potter,The Boy Who Lived and The Boy that Prevailed Victory. My parents stood their ground in front of Voldemort, and I merely squashed them like a defenceless bug. Nothing more.
Hah, Morgana felt she was doing me a favor. How dreafully horrid for her. Nothing she could do a favor for good, but only for evil. And all those resulted in the death of someone. In her opinon, everyone desrved death, and she was the one to kill them all. I'm surprised gaining world dominance wasn't on the list either. Then again, she was leaving Voldemort to that. Lucky Bastard.
I gave the woman one last wish. Most liekly, I wouldn't see it done, but at least I have the decancy to give her something to think about before she died. Instead, she still thinks I can't kill her.
Her death came quick and very painfull I assure you. It had seemed to happen quick, but to her, if felt like a thousand knives pentetrated her skin, seraching for her heart. Now she lay crumpled on the ground, visably dead.
Look at those deatheaters, all kneeling on the ground, groping for their master to wake up. Like a child with a dead and cherrished pet. Pittiful for these grown men to act in such a way. Really, Morgana would have wanted something different, but lets' just say, she isn't suitble for it.
She wasn't suitable for anything but death. And I made sure she got what she deserved.
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Almost as quick as Charolette had disposed of Morgana Lethel, she disposed of the deatheaters sprawled on the ground at their dead masters feet. They weren't the last of the deatheaters. There were followers all over the world for Voldemort. Most went into hiding after he was killed. Then some then went and joined Morgana for justice.
Remus Lupin suddely dissappeared into the house, making a panicked called to the Ministry, saying that Charolette had destroyed Morgana and her followers. Within seconds of his call, The new Minister of Magic and more aurors apparated to Number Twelve Grimwald Place's back lawn. All stared in shock at the great amount of dead betrayers, and among them, Morgana Lethel.
Charolette stood and stared at the freshly murdered people. Her eyes never blinking, and bore into the pile before her. Never in her life, did she want to kill so many people in one round. Indeed, her title as a 'Murderer' was true, and was for certain that this new minister was going to send her back to Azkaban. But instead, he stood in front of her. Brown eyes on blue.
His name was Ethridge Jones, A member of the Wizarding Games Keeper. He had a high potential for the High Seat of the Ministry, but Fudge, playing his wicked game, had won. Leaving Ethridge a seat as a wizarding sports writter. A.K.A Wizarding Games Keeper.
"Charolette Rones." He said politely, watching the girl, who in turned, watched him back. "Thank you. Thank you for saving our world from Morgana. Words cannot express our gratitude towards you, and we wish to do something for you in return." Charolette looked at the man with interest. It's been a long while since the wizarding world thanked her for her good deeds.
"I did what needed to be done. Morgana needed to be stopped, and that meant death to her and her men." Ethridge nodded, agreeing with her fully. "But." His face suddenly fell. "There are more of them still out there. Deatheaters and Sorcerers. And because Morgana has been killed, that means they will come in search of her body. It must be destroyed immeaditly. No delays." The Minister nodded once again, taking in theinformation and letting it process through his mind.
"Do you know how long it will take for the news to get around?" He asked, becking Percy to him. Charolette made no movement.
"If we can keep this from the Daily Prophet, then the news shouldn't reach them. But that can't be for certain. Afterall, someone could be disguised, and hidden securely among the trees, or anywhere near by. If the news reaches them in some shape or form, then instantly, we must be prepared for another battle. But this one, would be mainly pressed on my shoulders, for I am the last of my brothers and sisters, or that I know of anyway." Ethridge Jones took the girls hands into his own.
"Charolette, you have given a great lift off of everyone's shoulders here in the magic world. Even if more deatheaters and sorcerers such as yourself come back, we can take care of them, as you did this group before us. I have stronge faith in you, and I want you apart of our defence." Charolettes eyes widdened.
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Whoah...
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