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Chapter 16: Fallen Angel

"He's angry," Harry whispered in pain. "He-he wants to kill us."

Bellatrix shot him an angry look. "How would you know, you brat!" she screamed as she sent a sharp slap against Harry's bloody and bruised cheek.

Harry closed his eyes tightly as the pain slowly subsided. "I-I can just feel it."

Bellatrix paused for a moment. "I'm letting both of you go!" she screamed as she threw a spell at Ron, which caused his chains to evaporate, making him fall to the ground. He slowly got up a confused look on his face. Why doesn't she just keep us here? It would make it easy for Voldemort to get to Harry, Ron thought to himself.

Bellatrix bent down next to Harry's wooden platform and quickly started to untie the ropes. She was untying them so rapidly that the ropes were sharply cutting into Harry's wrists, allowing blood to freely fall down Harry's arm.

Finally getting all of the ropes off of Harry, she got to her feet, "Get up! He's coming! You both are on your own now!"

Harry slowly started to lift his body up, careful not to make himself dizzy.

"You're too slow," panicked Bellatrix. She harshly grabbed Harry's frail arm and tossed him off the platform onto the cold ground.

Harry whimpered as his body hit the frozen concrete, his injuries screaming in pain. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping the pain would go away soon. He felt Ron walk up closer to him.

Ron looked up and glared at Bellatrix. He had had it. She was the worst, cruelest person ever. He hoped Voldemort would punish her for every foul thing she had done, "I hope Voldemort does find you. You deserve everything that he's going to give you and more," he spat out.

"I don't care what you have to say, Weasley. Your friend Harry, here, is going to die so I have done what the world needs. No one wants him here," she lied. She knew that by telling Ron that Harry was going to die, he would believe her. But no, Harry couldn't die, she still had to get what she wanted from him, then he could die the most painful death ever.

Ron shook his head in denial. "No! No, Harry's going to live!" he cried. Ron looked down at his friend who was still lying on the ground, shaking from head to toe; he was too weak to even move.

"Mr. Weasley, look at him dear. He can't even stand up. It's pathetic," she cackled.

Ron shook his head in denial again as he bent down to Harry to try and rouse him. "Harry, Harry wake up."

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ron his eyes full of pain, "Ron?"

"Hey, mate. We need to get out of here," Ron whispered. He was going to ignore Bellatrix and try to get him and Harry hidden.

Suddenly, Bellatrix started to scream as she grabbed her forearm. "You better hide, he's on his way. There's no way you're going to survive," she said as she apparated away.

"Come on Harry, we have to go."

Harry shook his head. "I can't move, Ron. You go."

Ron grabbed Harry's arm and lifted him up, "You're not going to die," Ron screamed, "Come on we have find place to hide."

Glancing around, Ron quickly started to walk, holding the suffering and weak Harry up. "Hang on Harry, we're almost there," replied Ron as he continued to walk to a dark corner of the room.

"Ron, Ron, please, slowdown," croaked Harry as his knee once again gave way.

Ron slowed down as Harry got control of his footing.

Scanning around, Ron noticed a corner at the end of the hall that he could fit him and Harry into for the time being. He knew that there was no way that this could hide himself and Harry from Voldemort, but it was better than just sitting in the middle of the liar waiting for the inevitable.

Ron felt Harry lean up against him. He was getting tired; he had to get Harry to sit down and soon. Finally getting to the corner that Ron had found, he placed Harry up against the wall to rest. Ron then squeezed in next to Harry in the tiny corner and sighed.

This was going to be it. They were going to die. He just knew it. Harry definitely couldn't fight against Voldemort, and nor could he.

Ron felt Harry furiously shivering against him, coughing wildly into his hand.

"Harry? Are you cold?"

Harry nodded his head, "I-I don't know why, I'm so cold. I feel so cold, Ron," replied Harry as his head fell against Ron's shoulder.

"It's okay Harry. We're going to be okay," said Ron, quickly taking off his shirt and covering Harry with it. This could be the last time that he ever spent with Harry.

Ron felt Harry suddenly tense up and his eyes close in pain.

"Harry?" Ron asked.

"It-It's Voldemort, my scar it-," Harry quickly put the palm of his hand to his forehead, trying to relinquish the pain, "-hurts."

"I know Harry, but you have to keep quiet, or he could find us."

Harry only nodded his head and lowered his hand. He looked like he was going to fall asleep at any moment, the pain becoming too hard to bear.

I…………………………..I

All was quiet in Lestrange Manner; the sound of a dropping pin needle could be heard. Someone softly spoke from the silence.

"Where do you think she's at?" asked Macnair. Lucius Malfoy shot him a dangerous look.

"Shut up, you incompetent fool," he hissed.

Macnair suddenly hushed, observing his surroundings. They were in an extremely neat office. A desk in the middle of the room held organized papers, a vase with dead flowers and an extremely stiff cat. Stacked bookshelves lined the walls of the room. All was dark in the spooked manor; a chill ran down Macnair's spine.

Malfoy looked around at his companions swiftly. "You know the plan. Spread through out the castle, find her and bring her to me when you are-"

The sudden clutter of the vase falling from the desk interrupted Malfoy, as the cat jumped down and walked across the carpeted floor. Every Death Eater rolled their eyes at the small creature and continued to listen to Malfoy.

The cat was slowly making its way across the room, soon passing the group of Death Eaters.

"Now, everyone knows about Potter. If you find him alive, leave him for the Dark Lord. Kill any extras she may have."

Macnair nodded his head in concurrence with the plan, but suddenly felt distracted by the feeling of warmth across his feet. He looked down and saw the site of the cat quickly darting over his boots. He reached down and quickly picked up the cat.

"Aha!" he said in hushed victory. "I've got you now, you stupid cat."

He lifted the cat to his face, studying a set of unique markings around the cat's eyes. Unexpectedly, the cat lashed out. Hissing, the cat swiped Macnair's face with her sharp claws.

"Ah!" Macnair screamed, as he dropped the cat and held his bleeding face. Every Death Eater's eye turned toward Macnair.

Suddenly, torches around the dark room were lit; the Order of the Phoenix seemed to appear out of nowhere, surrounding the Death Eaters.

Dumbledore stepped forward. "Surrender now and no one needs to die."

Malfoy let out a deafening laugh. "You expect us to surrender? Ha! You will die first, Dumbledore! Avada Kedavra!" Lucius screamed.

Dumbledore quickly dodged the killing curse. "Where is Voldemort?"

"How dare you speak his name you unworthy piece of filth!" Lucius screamed back, shooting another spell at Dumbledore.

A stream of spells suddenly began to shoot back and forth between the opposing sides. Many Death Eaters ran to the aid of Malfoy, Dumbledore easily stunning them in moments, tying many up in seemingly invisible ropes.

The sounds of the unforgivable curses being shot out of people's wands could be heard. Some writhed on the floor from the Cruciatus and others lie unconscious from the suffering they endured.

Dumbledore suddenly stopped dueling, others following his lead. He slowly turned his head towards the doorway, the true presence of evil stood before him.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed, aiming his wand at Hestia Jones. A look of shock crossed her face as she fell to the ground, dead.

A cold laughter filled the silent room. "Morsmordre!" Voldemort screamed as he pointed his wand to the roof. Green rays emanated through the windows of the manor, signifying the existence of the Dark Mark.

"My dear, old Professor, you can not imagine how tired I am getting of these little visits we seem to be having on quite a regular basis. I am sick of you and I am sick of Potter, so you will both die tonight."

"I highly doubt that, Tom. Where is Harry?" Dumbledore asked, the everlasting twinkle leaving his old and withered eyes.

"That is a great question. I guess we will just have to see who gets to him first," Voldemort laughed, apparating from the room.

Dumbledore looked at the Order, worried and followed suit quickly, leaving the light side to fight the dark.

I…………………………………………………..I

Mr. Weasley winced as another curse grazed his shoulder. He turned around only to be faced with Lucius Malfoy-his enemy.

Lucius smiled at Arthur. He wasted no time, once again raising his wand, poised to toss another curse at him, but Arthur followed suit.

"Now, now, Lucius, I don't want to stand here playing useless games. I'm sorry to say that I have more important things to do."

"Yes," started Lucius, "but why should I give a rat's ass about that brainless twit?" he sneered, knowing full well why he was here.

"I wouldn't talk about my son- yes, my son- like that."

"I don't know why you'd even want him as a son, seems like a petty death wish, if you ask me."

"Harry doesn't cause all these people to die. It's you and all those other death eaters. Don't you ever dare say that Harry is the cause for everything." Mr. Weasley could tell that Lucius was trying to get him angry; he wasn't going to fall for it.

Lucius smiled. "Oh, I never have. It's the entire Wizarding Community. They're starting to get on to Harry and his stupid lies, one day they will know the truth."

Lucius and Arthur circled each other, both looking heavily into each other's eyes.

"You're scared aren't you?" interrupted Lucius, suddenly.

"What?" asked Mr. Weasley, aghast.

"Scared," he began, a smile forming on his mouth, "of loosing them."

Mr. Weasley closed his eyes quickly and opened them. "Of course I am, you bastard. You may not care if your son dies-you may only care that he makes it to the dark side. But I-I care for my family so much it hurts, I don't think you've ever felt that way."

These simply words caused Lucius to suddenly stop walking. "What makes you think that I don't care for my son?"

Mr. Weasley narrowed his eyelids into slits. "Because, if you actually cared for him you wouldn't make him go to the one side that you know is wrong, the one side that will most likely cause his death." With those final words Mr. Weasley cast a spell at Lucius. Caught off guard, the jet of red sparks hit Lucius square in the chest. He toppled backwards, landing on his back.

Mr. Weasley stood over Lucius's defenseless body. "Hell yeah, I'm scared. But it's moments like this that I know good will triumph over evil."

I……………………………………………………..I

"Crucio!"

"Minerva, watch out!" Kingsley yelled as McGonagall quickly dodged the unforgivable curse.

She ducked her head hastily- the spell rapidly flying over, catching her hat and making it fly off her head.

She looked fiercely at her opponent. "Avery, I do not know where we went wrong with you in Hogwarts. You were such a good student, why did you turn to the dark side."

Avery laughed, "Oh, McGonagall. The only way you are ever going to be number one is by taking the opportunities presented to you. I mean, look at you- a school teacher. You could have been more- you could have been great. BARBARIUS MINUSKUL!"

Minerva rolled her eyes and quickly conjured up a force field-like shield, easily blocking the yellow curse that was flying her way. The shield immediately evaporated into nothingness.

"Last time I checked, Avery, Voldemort was number one, and he had no intentions of giving it up to you. Stupefy!"

The jet of light hit Avery straight in the chest. He suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground. McGonagall simply flicked her wrist and a stream of ropes flew out, wrapping itself around Avery's motionless body.

McGonagall took in a small breath as she looked around the battle zone. She let a silent tear fall as she saw several of her colleagues and friends shriveled up on the floor in pain. It's hopeless. There are just too many- "Minerva, this isn't the time or place. Get your head back in this," she whispered to herself.

Suddenly a blue light radiated throughout the room. McGonagall quickly looked at Kingsley. "That will be Hagrid, help we with the charm."

He nodded his bald head quickly. "Follow me," he whispered as he ran from the room.

They entered into what looked like a ballroom. "I don't think we've been followed," Kingsley said. "Are you ready?"

McGonagall nodded her head. "Just remember to think clearly and to concentrate."

"Okay, here we go."

Together, McGonagall and Kingsley held up their wands, closed their eyes and spoke a magical incantation. "Disintegar Magintia. Disintegar Magintia. DISINTEGAR MAGINTIA!" they screamed. Suddenly, the ceiling evaporated, dissolving into the night sky. Clouds covered the moon, and lightning was to be seen far off. A light fog began to settle over Lestrange Manor.

"Can you see Hagrid?" McGonagall asked looking to the heavens.

"I can't see a thing in this fog! Damn!" Kingsley cursed.

"Well, just keep looking. He wouldn't have sent the signal if he wasn't near."

The two searched the skies for a few moments. "This is pointless, McGonagall. We won't be able to see a thing in-"

"Wait! I see him. He's on Buckbeak. Can you see?"

Kingsley looked closely to where McGonagall was pointing. A smile broadly replaced the frown that had taunted his face for the past few weeks. "He did it, he actually did it."

Hagrid flew closer and closer to the Manor on Buckbeak. Behind him followed dozens of creatures- thestrals, hippogriffs, and abraxans. Atop of those rode many of the teachers of Hogwarts, Ministry Aurors, and witches and wizards of all kinds prepared for a battle.

A tear ran down McGonagall's face once more. "Kingsley, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just end this here, tonight."

Kingsley smiled down at McGonagall. "Well, with this army, we can win the battle. But the war- that depends on someone who has suffered more than any, someone who may not have the strength to fight. That depends on Harry."

I………………….I

"Harry? Harry, are you still awake?" Ron asked, concern crossing his face, as he reached for Harry's cold and motionless body across from him.

There was no answer.

"Harry! Harry! Please, be awake!" Ron screamed, tears appearing in his green eyes.

"R-R-Ron, it's alright. I'm st-still h-h-here," Harry stuttered, his weak body beginning to shiver once more.

"Harry, I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake. If you go to sleep you could get a concussion. Just hold on for a few more hours.

Harry remained silent.

"Harry-"

"Yeah, Ron, I know- only a few more hours. But Ron, only a few more hours and then what? A few more hours and Voldemort will come and find us and I'll be dead anyways. Or-or only a few more hours and the Order will possibly be here to save us, and then I'll just have to come back and face him again. Ron, the last few weeks I've been holding on for a few more hours- for you, for-for the wizarding world. I'm sick of it, Ron."

"Harry, don't think like that-"

"You know, sometimes I think it would just be easier to, ya know, just die. I'm mean, no more pain, and I'd get to see my parents, Lupin, and Sirius again. I miss them so much. But here I am, and I hate it."

"Harry, what about me and Hermione? What about Dumbledore and the Order? How can you think like that?"

Harry remained silent for a second. "Yeah, I guess I'm being selfish. I just wish I could think of one decent reason why I should stay that has to do with my happiness."

"Harry, there are so many other reasons-"

Harry's scar suddenly exploded, his face construed in a wince of agony. "R-Ron, he's near," Harry was barely able to whisper.

Ron took Harry's hand in his own. "It's alright, Harry. Just hold it in. It will be over soon. One way or another…"

Harry gripped Ron's hand tightly, agonizing pain running through out his entire body. Ron could see Harry's face grow cold. "Harry, just hold on- just hold on for a few more moments."

"Bellatrix!" a cold voice screamed out over the lair.

Ron's face filled with fear. "It's him," he whispered to Harry. This is it. We're going to die.

"I know you're in here, Bellatrix. I can feel you- I can feel Potter."

Ron, just be brave. Be brave for Harry. It'll be over soon, Ron thought to himself.

"But where are you?" Voldemort suddenly rubbed his finger over the dark mark, a loud shriek escaped Harry's lips.

A smile illuminated Voldemort's death-lusting lips. The corner in which Harry and Ron hid suddenly burst up in flame.

"Harry, we have to move or we'll burn to death."

"L-Let me! It'll be easier b-be easier then facing him," Harry whimpered.

Ron's eyes sharpened. "No! We're getting out of here! Ron crawled out of the hole, carefully pulling Harry out with him. He tossed Harry over his shoulder and ran through the flames to the large open space in front of them.

He lay Harry on the ground carefully, and looked up at Voldemort with fear in his eyes. Voldemort smiled and pulled out his wand. "Well, Mr. Weasley, aren't we just the little hero?"

He pointed his wand out and flicked it, immediately relinquishing the flames from behind Ron and Harry.

Harry lie on the floor, writhing in utter pain. His bruises were dark, his blood bright. His breathing was uneven, sharp jolting pains came in his chest every time he moved.

"And Potter, the only thing that would give me more pleasure at this very moment, watching you in so much pain and anguish, is knowing that I had been the one to put you there," Voldemort said coldly.

Harry didn't even turn his head. He just lay there, his head exploding in unprecedented pain. "J-Just p-p-please, p-please d-do it." Harry said weakly.

Voldemort let out a shrieking laugh. "Do you really think I would make it that easy?"

Voldemort suddenly pointed his wand at Harry, "Crucio!" he screamed.

Harry was suddenly engulfed in a fury of pain. "Stop! Stop!" Harry screamed, pain apparent in his wavering voice.

"Stop, you evil bastard! Stop!" Ron screamed as he watched Harry on the floor, flailing in convulsions. Ron's eyes grew dark as he looked at Voldemort. A surge of energy ran through him. He picked himself off the ground and threw himself at Voldemort, but Voldemort was too quick for him.

Focusing his energies from Harry to Ron, Voldemort flicked his wand, sending Ron flying across the room and slamming into the sharp rocks that made up the solid wall.

"Ron!" Harry screamed as his best friend fell.

Voldemort once again let out a chilled laugh. "Not having fun Potter? That's funny because I'm just having a blast! Crucio!"

The horrid pain once again swept over Harry. His head arched back in pain and his rigid, weak body once again lay in fits of agonizing spasms. "P-Please, j-just stop! It-it hurts!"

Voldemort just stood there, laughing his cold and heartless laugh. He suddenly released Harry from the curse.

"Think you could actually win against the Dark Lord, did you, Potter?" Voldemort asked pitilessly as Harry rolled over to his side and vomited. "Well, I guess you did not turn out to be the better man. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry closed his eyes, ready for death to wash over his useless and damaged body, ready to see Sirius again, to see his parents and Lupin, ready for all the agony and pain to end.

"No!" a squeaky voice shouted out. Harry opened his eyes to see a ball of fur jump in front of him, taking the curse upon itself.

"Whispy! No! You idiot!" Harry cried, tears running down his blood-streaked face. "No! That was supposed to be for me!"

Harry crawled over to the small lump of fur lying next to him on the stone floor, dead, Voldemort watching in mere amusement.

"Whispy, why?" Harry asked quietly.

"You know, Potter. I am always amazed at how many people are willing to give up their lives for you. Why is that? You're nothing but a worthless, gutless, half-blood pain in the-"

"That is where you are wrong, Tom."

Voldemort snapped his head to the lair entry way, where his opponent of so many years stood in the doorway. Voldemort let out another chilling laugh. "You would tell the boy that he was brave and noble for his intentions. But all his intentions have led to is death. And now, they have led to your death."

"Please! Dumbledore, just go! I'm not worth it!"

"Harry, you're worth everything, don't listen to Tom."

Dumbledore walked down the staircase leading into Adflictation Lair. Voldemort suddenly sent a curse flying in Dumbledore's direction. He easily dodged it, but it hit the rocky wall behind him. The wall exploded, sending pieces of rock and boulder everywhere. Dumbledore immediately created a force-like shield over Harry's body and over his own. The rocks simply bounced off the shield until all was settled.

Dumbledore flicked his wand at Voldemort, a force of great strength shot out, causing Voldemort to have to create a silver shield. The shield reflected the curse back at Dumbledore, who simply let his own shield absorb the shock and evaporate.

"I'm amazed that you came tonight, Tom. I'm amazed you do anything these days, with all of the cronies you have taking care of your business."

"I have important business to take care of, such as ending yours and Potter's life." Voldemort replied. "Avada Kedavra!"

Dumbledore easily ducked once more. "Well, you are most certainly going to have to do better than that if you intend to reach your goal."

Dumbledore once again flicked his wand, a jet of green light shot out. In panic, Voldemort barely missed the jet of lights, but tripped over the dead body of Whispy.

Voldemort was on the ground, only a few feet away from Harry's pain-ridden body. Harry looked over at his enemy, and anger like he had never felt before surged through his body.

Suddenly, Harry lunged at Voldemort. Jumping on top of him, grabbing anything he could, punching, kicking, screaming. Pain ran through his body- pain like he had only known once- at that fate filled day at the Ministry, but he didn't care.

"You killed my parents! You're the reason for everything!" Harry kept screaming, Voldemort below him in utter shock and disparity.

"Harry! No!" Dumbledore yelled, fear clearly in his voice.

A jet of lights shot from the other end of the room, it hit Harry in the chest, blasting him from atop Voldemort and slamming him into the wall. Ron suddenly woke from beside him, his face in a confused twist as he looked at his nearly unconscious friend beside him.

"Harry! Harry! Stay with me!"

The room suddenly grew dark. "What's going on, Dumbledore?" Ron shouted out.

"Stay where you are Ron! Don't move!" Dumbledore's voice was clearly filled with fear. "Lumos," he whispered to his wand. He searched the lair quickly, Ron clinging to Harry- protecting him.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, the lamps were once more lit and the room illuminated with light. "They're gone."

Ron let out a sigh. "Dumbledore, we have to get Harry to a hospital immediately. You have no idea what's been going on. I think he's having trouble breathing."

"Of course, Ron. Stay with him- I'll be right back." Dumbledore apparated from the room, swiftly.

The room was silent. Ron cradled Harry's head in his lap. "R-Ron?"

"Harry, it's amazing. We-we're going to be alright! Dumbledore saved us! The Order's here, we're saved!"

Harry breathed heavily. "R-Ron? I-I don't think I-I'm going to make it."

"Harry! Don't speak such nonsense! Of course you're going to make it. Harry you-you have to make it!"

"I-I j-just don't th-think I c-can keep on…" Harry's weak voice drifted out slowly.

Ron felt a hot tear run down his cheek. "Now-now you listen here, Harry. Y-You told me to give you one good reason why you should live and I thought of it. H-Harry, if you leave us now- if you die tonight, you are going to miss out on all the great things in life. You know, like flying. Harry, I know how much you love to fly. You'll never be able to fly again! And Quidditch! What about Quidditch? The feeling and rush you get every single time you catch that Snitch. Harry, I can see the happiness on your face.

"And what about the start of term feast? All of that chicken and mashed potatoes? It's all so good! And the warm tastes of Butterbeer- remember the first time you ever had Butterbeer? Remember that?"

Harry's eyes met with Ron's. "I-I can't remember the t-taste of anything."

Ron felt more tears fall down his face as he looked at his best friend. " Harry, don't go. If you stay, my mum will cook you such a fine feast. It'll be like tasting everything for the first time twice!

And you know, that's not the only reason, there are so many more! Remember what you felt with Cho? You'll get to feel that so many more times if you stay. And what about my girl? You know, me and Hermione are going to grow up and have kids. Who's going to be my daughter's Uncle Harry if you are not still around? There are so many fun times ahead Harry, I know you can't see them now, but just wait Harry! Just wait! Please! There is good in this world, I know it."

Harry looked deeply into Ron's watery eyes. "I-I," Harry whispered. "I-I just, d-don't b-believe…"

Harry's eyes slowly closed as he lost all consciousness.

"Harry? Harry! Harry, wake up! You have to! Wake up, Harry! Don't go, please! Wake up!" Tears dripped down Ron's face onto Harry's bruised and blood-streaked one. "Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Help! Harry, wake up! Wake up! Don't-don't be dead… I can't live without you. I love you, Harry Potter. I believe," Ron whispered into Harry's ear, as he clung to his best friend's lifeless form.

I………………………..I

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