Harry Potter's Last Battle--
--I own all new characters--
I know the last chapter was short, this one is longer, don't worry. I'm open to constructive criticism, so, if you have anything useful to say, feel free to tell me. And if you like the story, please review. I could use the support.
Chapter Two-
Nothing happened. "It didn't work," Ron said, "Voldemort's still breathing."
"I don't understand....I meant it, I tried with everything I could, all the hate in my body..." Harry said.
Hermione looked at Voldemort's body with a curiously thoughtful expression on her face, "Maybe it's a sign that it wasn't supposed to be this way, that this isn't how it's supposed to end," she said softly, still looking at Voldemort.
"How else am I supposed to kill him then? When is it supposed to happen, huh?" Harry asked angrily. "I'm just supposed to wait around until--" Harry stopped talking abruptly. Somebody was coming.....
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It was late December. Harry, Ron and Hermione were enjoying the first Hogsmade visit they had in some time. For his student's safety, Dumbledore had banned Hogsmade visits the year before when Voldemort had been suspected to be in the area. But, luckily for the students who were bored being stuck inside, Voldemort was recently sighted three hundred miles north of Hogwarts, rendering the ban lifted until further notice.
"I can't believe Voldemort allowed himself to be sighted. He hasn't actually been seen since that night in the Ministry of Magic--" Ron cut off. Him, Harry and Hermione never talked about that night. Ron swallowed a sip of butterbeer and looked at his hands.
"I know, it's rather reckless of him." Hermione said sounding as if nothing awkward had happened. She always thought it was stupid that they nevered talked about it, she thought they needed to but out of respect for Harry, never said anything. Harry nodded.
Suddenly, Hermione almost fell off her chair starring at the door. An extremely gorgeous girl with long, lightly wavy jet black hair, hooded green eyes and a mouth that was somehow always smirking walked into The Three Broomsticks. Harry jumped out of his seat and made for the exit, he brushed passed the girl and ran out into the cold winter air. She always had this affect on Harry, Ron and Hermione. First, Hermione would drop whatever she was holding and stare horror-struck at Harry, Harry would run out of where ever he was without saying anything and Ron would sit dumb-founded not noticing anything until well after Hermione was running after Harry.
Ron and Hermione found Harry sitting on steps that led to a path in the less commercialized section of Hogsmade. "You can't let Nicola keep doing this to you, Harry." Hermione said but she sounded sympathetic all the same. "She's been attending Hogwarts for a year and a half now and just because she's--"
"--The woman who killed my godfather's daughter doesn't mean I should act like it's the same person. Yes, I've heard this lecture before Hermione, but thanks." Harry said angrily.
"Well, it's true! She's not Bellatrix. You agree, right Ron?"
"Close enough," Ron admitted. "She looks exactly like her, except, you know, younger."
Nicola Lestrange. Daughter of the Lestranges Bellatrix and Rodolphus. When her parents were sent to Azkaban, she was just a baby. Nicola was sent to France to live with cousins, where she stayed until almost two years ago. The summer after her parents escaped, her cousins moved up to London so Nicola could be closer to them, even if she couldn't actually be with them. Ever since then, she has attended Hogwarts as an exchange student transfered from Beauxbatons. She was sorted into Slytherin.
"See," Harry spat at Hermione.
"Look, I don't like her much either but if you keep behaving like this we're never going to be able to finish a whole butterbeer." Hermione said jokingly. "You have to face your fears."
"I'm not afaid of her!" Harry yelled, jumping up and glaring at Hermione. Hermione looked unfazed by this sudden outburst, "Yes, you are," Hermione said in her calmest of voices.
"I am not!"
Hermione now looked slightly unpatient, "You're afraid of what she makes you remember," she said. And Harry didn't say anything after that.
As they entered the great hall for supper that evening, Nicola was standing in the doorway with a group of Slytherin girls talking animatedly about something. Hermione looked annoyed, it seemed she was tired of running after Harry and she thought she was going to have to do it in a moment. But Harry walked right passed Nicola and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Ron and Hermione exchanged sideways glances and then walked over and sat down next to Harry. "I'm not afraid," Harry said.
A few weeks passed and things happened pretty normally. Harry no longer ran away from Nicola, even if he may have wanted to. They only had one class together, Potions, which was a blessing and a curse. Snape still loved to torture Harry in anyway he could, he knew Harry hated to be around Nicola but-- "This next potion is going to require that you work with a partner, " Snape had said one potion lesson. "I will assign your assistant. Now let's see--" Snape stared around the class, "Granger you may work with Walters. Malfoy, you will be working with Parkinson," He paused, "Ahh, yes. Potter, you will be working with Lestrange, collect your things, both of you. Since neither of your desks are large enough for two people to work, you may use this table." Snape gestured to the table in front of the class and then continued to pair off students. Harry packed up his things in a trance, he was barely aware of what he was doing, which, he thought, was probably a good thing. He walked up to the desk and put his things onto it, Nicola did the same a moment later. Snape then gave instructions on how to make the potion, but Harry wasn't listening. He was determined to stay in his semi-unconscious state. "Excuse me but will you please help me?" Nicola said angrily, five minutes later. Harry looked at her slowly, she was starring back at him with an annoyed expression on her face. "All right." Harry said rather softly. He then began to shred some of the herbs and a minute later noticed Nicola was still starring at him. "What are you starring at?" Harry asked.
"You," said Nicola.
"And why are you starring at me?" Harry asked angrily.
"Because I never had the chance to before. Not this close, anyway.... You have nice eyes."
Harry then began to cut his herbs again and didn't say anything.
"You know, if you'd have paid attention, you'd know that you're supposed to be shredding the rosemary roots vertically, not diagnally."
Harry continued to shred the roots...in the same direction.
"So...what? You're not going to listen to me? Alright then." Nicola then turned around and looked at the classroom, "Proffessor Snape? Harry isn't shredding his roots properly, I told him he was doing it wrong but he didn't listen to me. Can I have a new partner?" Snape walked over to the desk and starred down at the roots, "Detention, Potter. Your neglect to follow rules has now cost a fellow, innocent student to get bottom marks for todays lesson."
But was she that innocent?
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were trapped. There was no other way out of the room except for one door, and since someone was about to come through it, that door wasn't an option.
"What are we going to do?" Hermione whispered frightened.
"Shut up. They'll hear you..." Harry said pointing Voldemort's wand at the door.
Less than a minute later, Bellatrix entered the room, followed closely by her daughter.
--I own all new characters--
I know the last chapter was short, this one is longer, don't worry. I'm open to constructive criticism, so, if you have anything useful to say, feel free to tell me. And if you like the story, please review. I could use the support.
Chapter Two-
Nothing happened. "It didn't work," Ron said, "Voldemort's still breathing."
"I don't understand....I meant it, I tried with everything I could, all the hate in my body..." Harry said.
Hermione looked at Voldemort's body with a curiously thoughtful expression on her face, "Maybe it's a sign that it wasn't supposed to be this way, that this isn't how it's supposed to end," she said softly, still looking at Voldemort.
"How else am I supposed to kill him then? When is it supposed to happen, huh?" Harry asked angrily. "I'm just supposed to wait around until--" Harry stopped talking abruptly. Somebody was coming.....
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It was late December. Harry, Ron and Hermione were enjoying the first Hogsmade visit they had in some time. For his student's safety, Dumbledore had banned Hogsmade visits the year before when Voldemort had been suspected to be in the area. But, luckily for the students who were bored being stuck inside, Voldemort was recently sighted three hundred miles north of Hogwarts, rendering the ban lifted until further notice.
"I can't believe Voldemort allowed himself to be sighted. He hasn't actually been seen since that night in the Ministry of Magic--" Ron cut off. Him, Harry and Hermione never talked about that night. Ron swallowed a sip of butterbeer and looked at his hands.
"I know, it's rather reckless of him." Hermione said sounding as if nothing awkward had happened. She always thought it was stupid that they nevered talked about it, she thought they needed to but out of respect for Harry, never said anything. Harry nodded.
Suddenly, Hermione almost fell off her chair starring at the door. An extremely gorgeous girl with long, lightly wavy jet black hair, hooded green eyes and a mouth that was somehow always smirking walked into The Three Broomsticks. Harry jumped out of his seat and made for the exit, he brushed passed the girl and ran out into the cold winter air. She always had this affect on Harry, Ron and Hermione. First, Hermione would drop whatever she was holding and stare horror-struck at Harry, Harry would run out of where ever he was without saying anything and Ron would sit dumb-founded not noticing anything until well after Hermione was running after Harry.
Ron and Hermione found Harry sitting on steps that led to a path in the less commercialized section of Hogsmade. "You can't let Nicola keep doing this to you, Harry." Hermione said but she sounded sympathetic all the same. "She's been attending Hogwarts for a year and a half now and just because she's--"
"--The woman who killed my godfather's daughter doesn't mean I should act like it's the same person. Yes, I've heard this lecture before Hermione, but thanks." Harry said angrily.
"Well, it's true! She's not Bellatrix. You agree, right Ron?"
"Close enough," Ron admitted. "She looks exactly like her, except, you know, younger."
Nicola Lestrange. Daughter of the Lestranges Bellatrix and Rodolphus. When her parents were sent to Azkaban, she was just a baby. Nicola was sent to France to live with cousins, where she stayed until almost two years ago. The summer after her parents escaped, her cousins moved up to London so Nicola could be closer to them, even if she couldn't actually be with them. Ever since then, she has attended Hogwarts as an exchange student transfered from Beauxbatons. She was sorted into Slytherin.
"See," Harry spat at Hermione.
"Look, I don't like her much either but if you keep behaving like this we're never going to be able to finish a whole butterbeer." Hermione said jokingly. "You have to face your fears."
"I'm not afaid of her!" Harry yelled, jumping up and glaring at Hermione. Hermione looked unfazed by this sudden outburst, "Yes, you are," Hermione said in her calmest of voices.
"I am not!"
Hermione now looked slightly unpatient, "You're afraid of what she makes you remember," she said. And Harry didn't say anything after that.
As they entered the great hall for supper that evening, Nicola was standing in the doorway with a group of Slytherin girls talking animatedly about something. Hermione looked annoyed, it seemed she was tired of running after Harry and she thought she was going to have to do it in a moment. But Harry walked right passed Nicola and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Ron and Hermione exchanged sideways glances and then walked over and sat down next to Harry. "I'm not afraid," Harry said.
A few weeks passed and things happened pretty normally. Harry no longer ran away from Nicola, even if he may have wanted to. They only had one class together, Potions, which was a blessing and a curse. Snape still loved to torture Harry in anyway he could, he knew Harry hated to be around Nicola but-- "This next potion is going to require that you work with a partner, " Snape had said one potion lesson. "I will assign your assistant. Now let's see--" Snape stared around the class, "Granger you may work with Walters. Malfoy, you will be working with Parkinson," He paused, "Ahh, yes. Potter, you will be working with Lestrange, collect your things, both of you. Since neither of your desks are large enough for two people to work, you may use this table." Snape gestured to the table in front of the class and then continued to pair off students. Harry packed up his things in a trance, he was barely aware of what he was doing, which, he thought, was probably a good thing. He walked up to the desk and put his things onto it, Nicola did the same a moment later. Snape then gave instructions on how to make the potion, but Harry wasn't listening. He was determined to stay in his semi-unconscious state. "Excuse me but will you please help me?" Nicola said angrily, five minutes later. Harry looked at her slowly, she was starring back at him with an annoyed expression on her face. "All right." Harry said rather softly. He then began to shred some of the herbs and a minute later noticed Nicola was still starring at him. "What are you starring at?" Harry asked.
"You," said Nicola.
"And why are you starring at me?" Harry asked angrily.
"Because I never had the chance to before. Not this close, anyway.... You have nice eyes."
Harry then began to cut his herbs again and didn't say anything.
"You know, if you'd have paid attention, you'd know that you're supposed to be shredding the rosemary roots vertically, not diagnally."
Harry continued to shred the roots...in the same direction.
"So...what? You're not going to listen to me? Alright then." Nicola then turned around and looked at the classroom, "Proffessor Snape? Harry isn't shredding his roots properly, I told him he was doing it wrong but he didn't listen to me. Can I have a new partner?" Snape walked over to the desk and starred down at the roots, "Detention, Potter. Your neglect to follow rules has now cost a fellow, innocent student to get bottom marks for todays lesson."
But was she that innocent?
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were trapped. There was no other way out of the room except for one door, and since someone was about to come through it, that door wasn't an option.
"What are we going to do?" Hermione whispered frightened.
"Shut up. They'll hear you..." Harry said pointing Voldemort's wand at the door.
Less than a minute later, Bellatrix entered the room, followed closely by her daughter.