Harry Potter's Last Battle-
My ideas on how I think book seven will end.
Ahh! Nobody's reviewing, please please review and tell me if I should continue or not! I'm actually liking how it's turning out and I would like to keep writing it but I would like someone's opinion....Anyway...
Chapter 3-
"Accio wand!" Bellatrix shouted as soon as she walked through the door way, Nicola a few steps behind her. Voldemort's wand flew out of Harry's hand and into hers, "This doesn't belong to you," she said.
This was the first time Harry had seen Bellatrix since that night in the Ministry of Magic when she had killed Sirius. He couldn't move, he felt light headed but full of hatred. He felt cold. Bellatrix almost had the effect of a dementor on him.
"It doesn't belong to you either," Hermione said angrily but her voice shook. Harry couldn't speak. He felt like he was going to fall over but he couldn't understand why. Why was she affecting him like this? Voldemort killed plenty of people Harry knew and cared about but he never felt like he was going to collapse ever time he was around him.
"No, it doesn't. It belongs to my master and since he's," Bellatrix glanced at Voldemort on the floor, "indisposed at the moment, I don't think he'll mind me holding it for him." Bellatrix smirked then turned around and seeled the door shut, "So, how do you like my home?"
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, "This is your house?" Ron asked.
"Yes, it is. When I found out you three were coming I was going to tidy up a bit.... But then I remembered you're not going to live to tell anybody what condition my house is in..." Bellatrix smirked again. This last statement finally seemed to wake Harry up slightly, "If Voldemort couldn't kill us, what makes you think you can?"
Bellatrix looked perplexed for a moment. A very brief moment. But she recovered herself with, "Haven't you ever heard the saying 'Never send a man to do a woman's job?' Well, not to speak ill of my master but he sometimes gets a little bit carried away in planning his schemes and runs out of steam for when it is time to execute them." She paused for a moment, "Oh, and not to mention the fact that there's two of us. Don't be fooled by her age, she may be young but she's as deadly as I am." It was now Nicola's turn to smirk, even though she always did, it suddenly became much more pronounced.
"I trusted you!" Harry shouted dramatically.
Nicola giggled evilly. "You are so naive. Did you honestly think I was going to help you three over my own mother?" When neither Hermione, Ron or Harry answered, she giggled again, "You did, didn't you? That's so insanely stupid it's kind of sweet....The wittle children thought I had seen the error of my mother's ways...." Nicola continued in a mock baby voice that sounded uncannily like her mother's.
Harry felt a surge of hatred rise up in him like none he ever felt before. His hatred at the moment was greater than anything he ever felt around the Dursley's, Aunt Marge, Malfoy....even Voldemort and his feeling of light-headedness seemed to evaporate into thin air. Harry suddenly realized why he felt so awful when Bellatrix and Nicola entered the room, it wasn't his past with Bellatrix coming back to haunt him, it had nothing to do with Bellatrix at all...it was his heart breaking. Nicola had betrayed him.
Harry swore at her loudly.
"Aww, Harry. Did I hurt your feelings?"
Harry didn't answer. He was shaking so violently he could have sworn the walls were shaking as well.... Hermione and Ron took a few steps away from him towards the center of the room, staring at Harry looking petrified. Dust was falling from the ceiling, the walls were shaking. Nicola's smirk was wiped clear off her face, even Bellatrix looked scared.
"Harry what are you doing?" Hermione screamed.
Harry didn't answer. He was still standing exactly where he was, staring at Nicola, not moving at all. Bellatrix seemed to sense her daughter was in some sort of danger and did the first thing she could think of. Ron saw what she was doing before Harry did, "Harry, move!" But it was too late, Bellatrix shouted something under her breath before Ron had even opened his mouth. Harry was thrown across the room into a wall, the shaking stopped abruptly and Harry knew no more.
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Harry was walking down a dungeon hallway about to go to his detention with Snape. The unfairness of this made Harry's head hurt. Snape knew he couldn't concentrate around Nicola but he paired Harry with her anyway and then she had to go and tell Snape that he wasn't shredding the roots properly. Uck, Harry thought, she reminds me of Malfoy.
Rounding the last corner to Snape's office Harry bumped into the last person that he wanted to see at the moment but he was strangely expecting he was going to anyway... He didn't see her obviously and Harry would have knocked her down a flight of stone steps if he didn't grab her arm at the last possible second after she let out a short but piercing scream.
"Thanks," Nicola said stumbling to stand up straight. "I would have thought you'd be the last person to save me from sustaining an injury."
Harry didn't say anything to that. It was true, he would have liked to see her fall down a flight of steps but he didn't want to be the cause of her doing it. He managed to break the obvious silence with, "What are you doing down here?" Nicola paused for a moment, not like she was trying to think of an excuse but like she was thinking on how to word her excuse properly. "I- I wanted to talk to Proffessor Snape to- to find out if he'd let you get out of detention tonight."
Harry stood there gaping at her. This didn't make any sense, she's the one who got him in detention in the first place. "What? Why would you do that?" Harry asked dumb-founded.
"Well, I thought detention seemed like a very unreasonable punishment for shredding roots in the wrong direction." She answered very matter-of-factly
"Then why the hell did you tell him?" Harry asked angrily.
"Because I thought he'd give me a new partner and I wouldn't be there bothering you anymore."
Harry paused for a moment and then opened his mouth to speak but Nicola held up her hand gestering that he shouldn't. Suddenly she looked very grave. "Look, don't think I don't know what my mother did to you....or anyone else for that matter." She paused for a moment, it seemed this subject was painful...or embarrassing, to her. Harry again opened his mouth like he was going to say something but she cut him off before he could. "I understand how being around me would hurt you so much and I apologize that I was forced to inflict my company upon you last potion lesson.....I thought if I told Snape about the roots he would have forced you to work alone, or at least with someone else...Other than me." When she finished talking there was an awkward silence. Harry didn't know what to say and it appeared Nicola didn't have anything else to say either, "Well, see you around." She then bowed her head slightly as she made to walk away but turned around when she was half way to the end of the hallway, "Oh, and by the way.... You don't have detention anymore." Then she departed completely, leaving a stunned Harry standing there stupidly.
"You are not going to believe what just happened," Harry was telling Ron and Hermione ten minutes later during dinner.
"What? Why aren't you at detention?" Hermione asked bewildered. Harry then explained his confrontation with Nicola.
"You've got to be joking," Ron said when Harry was finished.
"Nope. She was...nice." Harry just remembered something Hermione had said, "Hermione?" he asked.
"What?"
"Durning that Hogsmade visit when Nicola came into The Three Broomsticks and afterwards we were sitting on those steps, you said, 'Look, I don't like her much either...' What did you mean by that? Have you ever talked to her before?"
Harry was surprised to see Hermione looked slightly nervous.
"Yeah, I've spoken to her before. We take Arithmancy together," she said.
"Well, why don't you like her?" Ron asked. It seemed Ron was very interested in this story...
"She's just...strange. And she's never been very friendly to me."
"Oh, well. Maybe you weren't being friendly with her. You should make an effort--" Harry began.
"Since when don't I 'make an effort', Harry?"
"I just meant that maybe you should try being nice to her--"
"I never did anything to her and she started behaving like a-a, well whatever. And since when do you want me to make an effort fraternizing with Bellatrix Lestrange's Slytherin daughter? Twenty minutes ago you hated her." Hermione shouted angrily.
Harry looked startled by her outburst, "Look, I just thought--maybe you could have...she was nice to me, that's all."
That was the first time Nicola Lestrange caused a ripple in their friendship.
My ideas on how I think book seven will end.
Ahh! Nobody's reviewing, please please review and tell me if I should continue or not! I'm actually liking how it's turning out and I would like to keep writing it but I would like someone's opinion....Anyway...
Chapter 3-
"Accio wand!" Bellatrix shouted as soon as she walked through the door way, Nicola a few steps behind her. Voldemort's wand flew out of Harry's hand and into hers, "This doesn't belong to you," she said.
This was the first time Harry had seen Bellatrix since that night in the Ministry of Magic when she had killed Sirius. He couldn't move, he felt light headed but full of hatred. He felt cold. Bellatrix almost had the effect of a dementor on him.
"It doesn't belong to you either," Hermione said angrily but her voice shook. Harry couldn't speak. He felt like he was going to fall over but he couldn't understand why. Why was she affecting him like this? Voldemort killed plenty of people Harry knew and cared about but he never felt like he was going to collapse ever time he was around him.
"No, it doesn't. It belongs to my master and since he's," Bellatrix glanced at Voldemort on the floor, "indisposed at the moment, I don't think he'll mind me holding it for him." Bellatrix smirked then turned around and seeled the door shut, "So, how do you like my home?"
Hermione and Ron glanced at each other, "This is your house?" Ron asked.
"Yes, it is. When I found out you three were coming I was going to tidy up a bit.... But then I remembered you're not going to live to tell anybody what condition my house is in..." Bellatrix smirked again. This last statement finally seemed to wake Harry up slightly, "If Voldemort couldn't kill us, what makes you think you can?"
Bellatrix looked perplexed for a moment. A very brief moment. But she recovered herself with, "Haven't you ever heard the saying 'Never send a man to do a woman's job?' Well, not to speak ill of my master but he sometimes gets a little bit carried away in planning his schemes and runs out of steam for when it is time to execute them." She paused for a moment, "Oh, and not to mention the fact that there's two of us. Don't be fooled by her age, she may be young but she's as deadly as I am." It was now Nicola's turn to smirk, even though she always did, it suddenly became much more pronounced.
"I trusted you!" Harry shouted dramatically.
Nicola giggled evilly. "You are so naive. Did you honestly think I was going to help you three over my own mother?" When neither Hermione, Ron or Harry answered, she giggled again, "You did, didn't you? That's so insanely stupid it's kind of sweet....The wittle children thought I had seen the error of my mother's ways...." Nicola continued in a mock baby voice that sounded uncannily like her mother's.
Harry felt a surge of hatred rise up in him like none he ever felt before. His hatred at the moment was greater than anything he ever felt around the Dursley's, Aunt Marge, Malfoy....even Voldemort and his feeling of light-headedness seemed to evaporate into thin air. Harry suddenly realized why he felt so awful when Bellatrix and Nicola entered the room, it wasn't his past with Bellatrix coming back to haunt him, it had nothing to do with Bellatrix at all...it was his heart breaking. Nicola had betrayed him.
Harry swore at her loudly.
"Aww, Harry. Did I hurt your feelings?"
Harry didn't answer. He was shaking so violently he could have sworn the walls were shaking as well.... Hermione and Ron took a few steps away from him towards the center of the room, staring at Harry looking petrified. Dust was falling from the ceiling, the walls were shaking. Nicola's smirk was wiped clear off her face, even Bellatrix looked scared.
"Harry what are you doing?" Hermione screamed.
Harry didn't answer. He was still standing exactly where he was, staring at Nicola, not moving at all. Bellatrix seemed to sense her daughter was in some sort of danger and did the first thing she could think of. Ron saw what she was doing before Harry did, "Harry, move!" But it was too late, Bellatrix shouted something under her breath before Ron had even opened his mouth. Harry was thrown across the room into a wall, the shaking stopped abruptly and Harry knew no more.
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Harry was walking down a dungeon hallway about to go to his detention with Snape. The unfairness of this made Harry's head hurt. Snape knew he couldn't concentrate around Nicola but he paired Harry with her anyway and then she had to go and tell Snape that he wasn't shredding the roots properly. Uck, Harry thought, she reminds me of Malfoy.
Rounding the last corner to Snape's office Harry bumped into the last person that he wanted to see at the moment but he was strangely expecting he was going to anyway... He didn't see her obviously and Harry would have knocked her down a flight of stone steps if he didn't grab her arm at the last possible second after she let out a short but piercing scream.
"Thanks," Nicola said stumbling to stand up straight. "I would have thought you'd be the last person to save me from sustaining an injury."
Harry didn't say anything to that. It was true, he would have liked to see her fall down a flight of steps but he didn't want to be the cause of her doing it. He managed to break the obvious silence with, "What are you doing down here?" Nicola paused for a moment, not like she was trying to think of an excuse but like she was thinking on how to word her excuse properly. "I- I wanted to talk to Proffessor Snape to- to find out if he'd let you get out of detention tonight."
Harry stood there gaping at her. This didn't make any sense, she's the one who got him in detention in the first place. "What? Why would you do that?" Harry asked dumb-founded.
"Well, I thought detention seemed like a very unreasonable punishment for shredding roots in the wrong direction." She answered very matter-of-factly
"Then why the hell did you tell him?" Harry asked angrily.
"Because I thought he'd give me a new partner and I wouldn't be there bothering you anymore."
Harry paused for a moment and then opened his mouth to speak but Nicola held up her hand gestering that he shouldn't. Suddenly she looked very grave. "Look, don't think I don't know what my mother did to you....or anyone else for that matter." She paused for a moment, it seemed this subject was painful...or embarrassing, to her. Harry again opened his mouth like he was going to say something but she cut him off before he could. "I understand how being around me would hurt you so much and I apologize that I was forced to inflict my company upon you last potion lesson.....I thought if I told Snape about the roots he would have forced you to work alone, or at least with someone else...Other than me." When she finished talking there was an awkward silence. Harry didn't know what to say and it appeared Nicola didn't have anything else to say either, "Well, see you around." She then bowed her head slightly as she made to walk away but turned around when she was half way to the end of the hallway, "Oh, and by the way.... You don't have detention anymore." Then she departed completely, leaving a stunned Harry standing there stupidly.
"You are not going to believe what just happened," Harry was telling Ron and Hermione ten minutes later during dinner.
"What? Why aren't you at detention?" Hermione asked bewildered. Harry then explained his confrontation with Nicola.
"You've got to be joking," Ron said when Harry was finished.
"Nope. She was...nice." Harry just remembered something Hermione had said, "Hermione?" he asked.
"What?"
"Durning that Hogsmade visit when Nicola came into The Three Broomsticks and afterwards we were sitting on those steps, you said, 'Look, I don't like her much either...' What did you mean by that? Have you ever talked to her before?"
Harry was surprised to see Hermione looked slightly nervous.
"Yeah, I've spoken to her before. We take Arithmancy together," she said.
"Well, why don't you like her?" Ron asked. It seemed Ron was very interested in this story...
"She's just...strange. And she's never been very friendly to me."
"Oh, well. Maybe you weren't being friendly with her. You should make an effort--" Harry began.
"Since when don't I 'make an effort', Harry?"
"I just meant that maybe you should try being nice to her--"
"I never did anything to her and she started behaving like a-a, well whatever. And since when do you want me to make an effort fraternizing with Bellatrix Lestrange's Slytherin daughter? Twenty minutes ago you hated her." Hermione shouted angrily.
Harry looked startled by her outburst, "Look, I just thought--maybe you could have...she was nice to me, that's all."
That was the first time Nicola Lestrange caused a ripple in their friendship.