HIA! OMG! I can't BELIEVE that I am DOING this! SOB SOB SOB. IT IS NEARLY OVER! That is why I have been putting it off for so long! It's SO sad! SOB! I have had a burst of inspiration because I have just finished making the Sunday dinner, as it was my turn this week, and after I decided to write the last chapter! SOB! OK I will shut up; OK I will HAVE to shut up otherwise I will never get this written. SIGH alright here it is! Love you all! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Melody's POV;
I had no idea where my feet were taking me and I had no why I followed them, but I did know that I needed to find what I was looking for if that makes any sense at all. I stumbled into the great hall where the last ditherers where finishing their meals and my grandfather – I mean Dumbledore - looked up from his plate with a half puzzled, and a half astonished look on his face. It was no surprise that I was attracting so much attention as I had not been present at school for at least a month now and everyone had obviously been wondering where I was. I looked around the hall, my eyes quickly scanning the students that remained – but none of them were of any help to me, all of the slytherin's had already left. With a disgruntled sigh I flounced over to the head table and stopped in front of Dumbledore.
"MELODY! Thank God! I have been out of my mind with worry. Why on earth haven't you been in touch? ANYTHING could have happened to you!"
"Oh don't worry grandfather I was with my parents, and they took great care of me. After all, why wouldn't they? I am their daughter." I hissed.
"Melody dear..." he began.
"I have nothing more to say to you, goodbye..." I said sweetly and walked elegantly from the hall, with every pair of eyes on me.
Without a seconds thought I began to climb down a concealed staircase towards the dungeons and the Slytherin common room. But when I was only about half way down the first corridor and I had passed the first potions classroom I collided straight into Harry Potter.
"DO YOU MIND?" I roared. He jumped out of his skin, which I watched with a flourish.
"I-I-I'm sorry Melody. I was just at a detention with professor Snape..."
"Far too much detail, I'm bored now." I say and carry on walking. But to annoy me even more he decided to persist.
"But where are you going? How come you haven't been in school? Are you OK?"
"It's really none of your business where I'm going, because I have had more pressing matters to contend with. And yes thank you very much I am fine. Harry why are you speaking to me, do you know who my parents are..."
"Well...there have been rumours.... but I thought that we could get over that, after all you're not your parents are you?"
"I am more like them than you can imagine. Well if you excuse me..." I said in my most patronising voice and turned down the nearest corridor. It was lit by just one torch burning in its bracket, and the shadows danced across the wall opposite. I don't get scared easily but I have to admit I was a little uneasy. I reached for my wand and proceeded down it. There was a single door at the end that was locked, but that didn't stop me. I merely unlocked it by a simple enchantment and carried on, my heart beating faster.
I entered a large chamber that was entirely moon lit by two large windows that spanned from ceiling to floor. There was an empty fireplace and all the walls were lined with bookcases apart from one, which was lined with cabinets holding trophies and other useless junk. The room was circular and above it was a deserted gallery with two large staircases either side. The ceiling was made from stained glass, in the shape of a red and gold lion.
The only other thing in the room was a large and dusty rug, thrown haphazardly over the cold stone floor. The floor around it was old and worn, but as I kicked the corner of it, it revealed soft polished stone. Confused I bent down and yanked the rung away. I flurry of dust flew into the air and I sneezed several times, my eyes streaming.
When the dust cleared I saw that the rug had covered a large circular slab of stone with a gilt iron handle set into the centre. I tried to pull the handle away from the floor – it wasn't easy as it was rusted over but I managed it. It was then even harder to pull away the stone circle, as it was probably heavier than me and far bigger. I knew that I was impossible to lift on my own so I cast a complicated spell that had the power to melt any substance.
Of course I didn't use my common sense and I nearly died when several kilograms of molten stone come flooding towards me. I jumped up onto the first step of one of the staircases leading towards the gallery with a startled scream and performed the counter spell. The stone froze at once, leaving a large stone ledge in the centre of the room. I ran over the gaping hole now in the floor, my heals clacking, and looked down...I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the mirror...the Mirror of Erised.
I reached down and touched it ...its silver glass. Don't ask me how I know this, I just did. "Look for silver glass" that is what Rodolphus had told me. And now I had found it I had no idea what to do. I ran my finger all the way along the immense frame looking for something. I cut it on a sharp edge and a single drop of blood fell onto the glass and instantly began to spread. I sprang up my wand pointing directly at it.
The mirror glowed and rose from the floor. When it was upright and facing me head on, the surface rippled like wind disturbing the surface of a lake. And from the ripples appeared a hand, then an arm, and a person began step OUT of the mirror. Terrified I ran to the door and tried the handle...it was locked. With growing horror I realised that I had dropped my wand...it was by his feet.
Slowly he picked it up and smiled to himself.
"We meet again my dear..." he whispered. I stood rooted to the spot.
"What do you want from me?" I asked my voice shaking.
"What do I want? I want the house of Slytherin to fall, and for your father's dynasty to fail. I want the last heir of Slytherin...dead." He whispered even more quietly. Adrenalin rushed through my body, I may not have my wand, but I was the daughter of Lord Voldemort, surly I could do something.
There were loud bangs and shouts from behind the door, and I could hear many spells being I fired at its lock.
"The fools...it's useless they will never reach you in time. "
"Who are you?" I asked my eyes glistening with tears.
"My name is Godric Gryffindor; surely you should have worked that out!"
My mind raced, my father knew I was here and by the sounds of it so did most of his death eaters... if I could just distract him for long enough then maybe, I did have a chance... so I did the only thing I could. I stumbled forward and with all of my strength managed to upturn the mirror. I heard him gasp even before it hit the floor.
Glass was thrown everywhere and at a terrifying speed. Shards of it bit painfully into the skin across my exposed arms and legs, face and neck. Blood poured from the cuts into my mouth and eyes. I couldn't see and I was disorientated. I heard him fire something at me and I threw myself to the floor. The spell hit the opposite wall making a large hole. I sprang up and stumbled blindly towards one of the staircases. I managed to find a step and ran up wards; I could hear him panting close behind me. I wondered why he hadn't cursed me...
The door below was flung open and about 25 death eaters ran in screaming orders at each other. It was absolute pandemonium. I could see Rodolphus, Lucius, Draco and my mother. But my father was no where to be seen. I was now on the balcony and as I rubbed the blood from my eyes I saw the broken glass and mass of figures below. Confused I stopped, and spun around. Where was my father? Hadn't he come to save me?
I felt hands yank at the back of my robes and Godric Gryffindor caught my and held me tight. I kicked and screamed and tried my hardest to get free. Everyone looked up as they finally realised where I was. They all ran towards both staircases towards me, leaving no one below. Seeing this Godric Gryffindor lifted me up and over it. Everyone froze, dreading what would happen next.
Voldemort's POV;
There were screams as he let go of Melody, and I remember her falling, oh falling for such a long time. Down and down and down. The deafening silence whirled in my ears as she plummeted to the stone beneath. I hear a loud crack as she hit the floor and I remember seeing scarlet blood as a large piece of glass impaled her and come out of her stomach. I just stood and watched my daughter lay dead on the floor, her beautiful eyes open and reflecting the moonlight.
People think that I cannot love. But I can, oh how it hurt. I knelt down next to her, letting her blood soak into my robes. Tears streaked down my face as I realised that she was never coming back...she was GONE. She I took out my wand and pointing it towards my own heart, I whispered
"Adva kavada"
Bella's POV;
I watched his dead body fall next to Melody's and if it was possible my heart broke twice. My angel...my beautiful beautiful angel was dead. My darling daughter and only child had been murdered. And my love, my master, had taken his own life...around me there was silence, oh such painful silence.
Tears, anger, despair, pain, death, love, tears, anger, despair, pain, death, love.
OH God save me, for I fear that I am also dead...so much death...oh God save me...for what can I do?
A/N; SOB! There you go then, my very first fan fiction! How sad. You may think not but I do! I loved Melody she was my favourite character. I actually CRIED writing this. I hope you liked Bella's angel and thank you for reading it! So long fare well! Lots a love Jasmine xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx