"You!" Harry cried in astonishment. Professor Dashall grabbed his arm, hauled him to his feet, and shoved him behind her. The wand she held in her right hand, his wand, she kept pointed at Voldemort.
"Who are you?" Voldemort snapped at her. "Who dares to challenge me?" Dashall didn't say anything just stared at the dark lord coldly.
"You know who I am," she said her voice emotionless. Voldemort was staring at her with part curiosity and part indifference. Harry watched in shock as Dashall tore the pendant from her neck and threw it at Voldemort's feet. Voldemort waved his hand and the pendant flew into his hand. He studied it momentarily and his face changed. He looked at Dashall with an evil smile.
"So," he said. "You do exist." He advanced toward them but Dashall raised the wand again aiming directly at his forehead.
"Stay back," she ordered through clenched teeth. To Harry's shock the dark lord complied.
"Must it really come to this my dear," Voldemort said. Harry's palm was growing sweaty and though she spoke with confidence he could see Dashall's hand shaking.
"It doesn't have to," she said. "If you leave now I will let you live"
"What!" Harry shouted. What was Dashall thinking. He tried to pull his hand away but her grip on him tightened.
"How can you think of letting him live?" Harry demanded.
"Because," Dashall said quietly her eyes never leaving the dark lord. "He is my father." Harry stepped back and stared at Dashall. Voldemort was her father. That was what she had been hiding. Yet, she had saved him. She'd saved him from the dementors.
"Indeed," Voldemort said. "Blood of my blood and flesh of my flesh. Twenty-one years has it been? How did Dumbledore keep you hidden from me"
"An orphanage," she said. "They told me my mother and father were dead. They were nearly right"
"And how does Dumbledore feel about my heir teaching at his school"
"He doesn't know"
"My heir," he said. "Too long you have been hidden from me. Forced to rely on silly potions to stay alive. But you have great power, I can see it in you. I can show you how to use these powers. I can give you everything, the world. Just give up Potter." Harry sucked in his breath terror clutching his heart. But Dashall merely stepped in front of him keeping herself between Voldemort and him.
"I will not let you harm Harry," she snapped.
"Pettigrew!" Voldemort snarled. "Kill her!" Harry had completely forgotten about Pettigrew. The man who had betrayed his parents had crept to thier side and had his wand pointed at both of them. Dashall reacted instantly pointing Harry's wand at Pettigrew.
"Petrificus Totalus!" she yelled. Pettigrew's arms slapped to his sides and he fell straight foward.
"Very merciful," Voldemort said. "I would simply have killed him. Avada Kadavra!" Green light shot from his wand and struck Pettigrew. Pettigrew jerked and then lay still. He was dead.
"I'm nothing like you," Dashall snapped.
"Indeed you are not. I should have known you would betray me. I might have guessed you would protect the boy. Just like your mother tried to protect him"
"What," Harry said in confusion stepping back trying to get his head focused.
"Professor Dashall," he slurred. "What is he saying." She took her eyes from Voldemort and looked at Harry her expression unreadable.
"It's true Harry," she said softly. "My real name isn't Emily Dashall. It's Lucy. Lucy Evans"
"Evans?" Harry gasped. He knew that name. He remembered seeing it on the Dursley's tax forms. Under wife's maiden name.
"I'm your sister Harry." Dashall...Lucy said. Harry stared at her with wide eyes as her face began to change. Very subtle changes, but there all the same. Her face was longer, her nose rounder, and her eyes...her eyes. They were no longer deep brown but emerald green. His mother's eyes...his eyes.
"But how?" Harry couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could his mother have had a baby with Voldemort? Even when he was Tom Riddle it was way before his mother's time at Hogwarts. He felt as though a brick had been dropped into his stomach as it all clicked into place.
"He raped her," Harry whispered.
"Yes," Voldemort said. "But your mother protected her just as she protected you. Lily always was a weakling when it came to protecting those she cared about. How she begged me to spare you, Potter. Begged me with her dying breath. I gave her a chance you know. I told her I would spare her and you if she gave up my heir. So she died to protect both her children you might say. Now you, my heir, will die just like she did." Harry cried out as his wand was yanked from Lucy's hand and tossed over the roof. Harry gripped Lucy's hand hard pulling her toward the door, but Lucy would not budge. Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it directly at Lucy's heart.
"DIE!" he yelled. Green light shot from Voldemort's wand. Harry's eyes widened as Lucy held up her hand and the light was repelled. It didn't kill her, didn't even burn her. She was stopping it with her bare hand.
"NO!" Voldemort screamed. Lightning split the sky and Harry felt himself lifted off his feet. Lucy grabbed his hand and held on tightly and he was lifted from the ground. He could see Lucy straining, holding off the killing magic with one hand while trying to keep him from being blown off the roof at the same time. The wind blew harder whipping her hair around her head.
"Hold on Harry!" she yelled. He held on, but he wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to stop the green light from killing her. But he knew, he just knew, that she would hold on as long as possible.
"You can't hold on to him forever," Voldemort mocked them. "You must choose. Save the boy or save yourself." Lucy turned her head, while keeping her hand blocking the light, and met his eyes. She shifted her eyes to the left. Harry understood what she was planning and nodded.
"On the count of three," she gasped. "One, two, THREE!" With her remaining strength she flung Harry to the right so that he landed on the roof, and at the same time leaped away from the green light. Harry rolled onto his side and saw Lucy a few feet away from him, slowly getting to her knees.
"Quite valiant, my heir!" Voldemort said. "But it makes no difference. When I have done with Potter I shall enjoy killing you." Harry backed up against the wall as Voldemort raised his wand.
"Good bye Potter"
"NOO!" Lucy screamed. Harry watched in horror as Lucy ran toward him and fell as the green light meant to kill him struck her. Her body fell to the stone as she lay still. In shock he crawled over to her.
"Lucy," he gasped. She'd sacrificed herself to save him. Just like his mother did.
"Such a shame," Voldemort said. "I would have like to torture her first." Rage bubbled in Harry's stomach. Voldemort had killed his parents. He'd grown up never knowing his parents because of him. And now to lose a sister he hadn't known existed until a minute ago. It was too much. Fury engulfed him as he ran at Voldemort. He didn't care if he died, he just knew he was going down fighting. He leaped at the dark lord and clawed at his face. To the shcok of both, the flesh burned beneath his hands.
"AUGH!" Voldemort cried out swatting Harry away as though he were an insect. Harry stared at his hands.
"NO!" Voldemort shouted. "It's not possible!" Harry saw it. Voldemort had dropped his wand and was grabbing his face. Harry moved like lightning grabbing the wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shouted. Green light erupted and Harry was thrown back. He watched with wide eyes as VOldemort, the one all had feared for so long, the one who had killed his parents, tried to kill him, withered away until he was nothing but a pile of dust. It was over. Voldemort was gone, forever. He thought he would feel happy. But he didn't. He crawled over to his sister's still form. He took her hand and rubbed it. She was so cold. Tears filled his eyes. His sister. He'd thought that she was his enemy and all this time she'd been trying to protect him. Why hadn't they told him about her?
"Harry!" Harry turned his head dully and saw Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Wood watching in astonishment.
"How long have you been standing there?" he wondered aloud.
"We just arrived," Hermione said. "Was that, Voldemort"
"Yes," Harry said. "I killed him. At least I think I did"
"You did indeed," Dumbledore said. "He is gone forever." He knelt down and gently laid his finger against Lucy's neck.
"Professor Dashall is still alive," Dumbledore said. "She needs immediate attention." Harry's head shot up! She was alive! His sister was alive!
"Oliver," Dumbledore said. "Will you take Professor Dashall to the hospital wing"
"Lucy," Harry said. "Her name is Lucy Evans." Dumbledore and McGonagall stared at him in shock.
"Are you sure Harry?" Dumbledore asked urgently.
"Yes," Harry said. "Professor Dashall is my sister"
"Sister?" Ginny gasped.
"Lucy," McGonagall gasped tears in her eyes as she stared at the unconscious young woman. "All this time...Oh Albus her face is different. She's the spitting image of Lily"
"Harry," Dumbledore said. "I need to speak to you in my office. Oliver, take Professor...Lucy to the hospital. Hermione, Ron and Ginny please wait for Harry in your common room. There is much to explain, and very little of the night left." Harry was still a moment and then carefully got to his feet. He started to follow everyone but then he remembered something. He knelt down and searched the ground until he found the silver pendant. Clutching in his fist he hurried after Dumbledore. It was time for some answers.
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