(A/N: Only one more chapter after this...I'm going to miss writing for this story...but keep a lookout for Faith and Sarah appearing in other fics...)
Chapter 62: Final Flight II
As Harry walked down the slope he could feel his heart beating harder and harder in his chest. His mind was going numb and he was finding it difficult to breathe. The fog that hung on the grass was sending shivers up and down his spine…or was that the fear? As Harry neared the outer ring of deatheaters, Voldemort turned and spotted him.
"And th- Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Harry Potter," He yelled with a thin lipped grin. The deatheaters turned and moved to grab Harry. He held his wand up and Voldemort commanded
"No No No. Let Harry come to me,"
The deatheaters parted and Harry walked through them hearing their whispers and breaths of excitement.
"Well Harry…I was hoping you'd come," Voldemort flashed a malicious smile.
"A forest…great. We bloody get lost in a forest," Sarah grumbled.
"Hush Sarah, Voldemort has to be around here somewhere," Faith snapped sternly.
"Curse that John Lovegood for leaving us. Coward," Sarah spat as they began to venture through the forest.
"Dumbeldore, do you think…you could change me into a werewolf?" Remus whispered to Dumbeldore as the Order traveled through the forest.
"I could…but why?" Dumbeldore inquired
"Well, I figure that if I can't do much…that the monster will," replied Remus.
"Ok. When we get to the deatheaters..I promise you that I will force you to become a werewolf if that is what you really want," Dumbeldore muttered nodding.
"It is," Remus nodded.
"Now Harry, do we really need to be pointing those?" Voldemort asked referring to Harry's wand which was still raised.
"Yes," Harry growled. He then sent a fire red spark towards Voldemort. Voldemort said the counter spell with ease. He then sent Harry's wand flying.
"I'm surprised Dumbeldore isn't here to save his favorite student," Voldemort declared with a smile and turning circles around Harry. Peter Pettigrew stood not to far off and kept shooting Harry pleased grins.
"This is my fight," Harry growled.
"Pride. I admire that. Your father had pride too. I asked him to plead for his life and you know what he did?" Voldemort hissed icily. Harry didn't respond his jaw just went rigid and he stood still, never taking his eyes off Voldemort.
"He spat in my face. Well, I had to kill him of course. Your mother…she just was too caring. Sickening really, I mea-"
"Are you saying that because your father hated you and your mother took it out on you? Sounds like jealousy to me," Harry seethed through gritted teeth.
"Tsk tsk tsk…that cheek of yours will get you in trouble," Voldemort chidedsending a green spark towards Harry. Harry winced as it hit his cheek and fresh blood began to trickle down.
"I think I'm going to enjoy scarring up the rest of your face," Voldemort sneered.
"As long as I don't look like you," Harry bit back with defiance in his eyes.
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort roared. Harry instantly fell to his knees. His head felt like it was splitting in two. Pain spread through his entire body and he could barely hear Voldemort ask calmly
"Hurts doesn't it?"
Voldemort took the curse off him and Harry remained on his knees breathing hard. When he looked up at Voldemort, Voldemort kicked him across the face.
"Let me go Sirius," Faith demanded trying to jerk herself free from Sirius's grasp.
"You can't go out there by yourself. Wait," Sirius hissed sharply into her ear.
"I can't wait…He's going to kill him," Faith cried struggling against his grip but Sirius only held her tighter. They watched as Voldemort put the Crucio curse on Harry for the second time.
"He's going to torture him to death," Sarah said almost running out of the shadow of the forest.
"Stop... wait for Dumbeldore," Remus demanded grabbing his wife by the arm. Faith and Sarah exchanged a glance. Sarah nodded.
"Faith stop it!" Sirius whispered sharply, fear flooding his heart, but it was too late. She was gone.
"I really thought you were going to last longer than this Harry. I must say. It is kinda disappointing…but I've grown bored of you," Voldemort commented with a smile and kneeling down next to Harry as he bent over from the pain of the crucio curse.
"Your mother begged me to spare you. She did. She was the dirty filthy mudblood I always knew she was. No honor. No honor at all," Voldemort hissed into Harry's ear. Harry muttered something and Voldemort laughed. He stood up and brushed himself off. Raising his wand he shouted
"AVADA K-"
"TOM RIDDLE IS A MUDBLOOD!"a loud shout said interrupting him. Voldemort stopped and turned. He looked around and could see no one.
"Is someone here with you Harry? My, I'm going to enjoy torturing them…sounds like a girl…coming from the forest. That'll be fun," Voldemort laughed.
"TOM RIDDLE IS AN UGLY OLD GIT!" another voice yelled.
"TOM RIDDLE IS LORD VOLDEMORT!" the voice said again. Voldemort paid no attention and raised his wand.
"AVADA KEDV-" but Voldemort never got to finish the killing curse. There was a loud ear piercing shriek and a large brown whirl snatched the wand right out of Voldemort's hand. Harry looked and saw a brown bird flying up into the air. Clutched tightly in the bird's grasp was Voldemorts wand.
"A falcon…I'll bet it's an animagus…lets find out shall we?" Voldemort said with a smile and snatching the wand of one of his deatheaters. He raised it towards the falcon but it quickly flew down towards the ground. Voldemort gave an amused laugh.
"If I'm not mistaken, I do believe that the falcon is the fastest bird…or at least one of the fastest," He mused raising his wand again as the crucio curse began to wear of Harry. Two things happened at once. A loud roar shook the Earth as Voldemort raised his wand. The deatheaters turned to see a large werewolf bouncing out of the forest followed by a big black dog and a stag. The second thing that happened was a bright yellow streak hit Voldemort and he let out a noise that sounded almost like a scream. Harry looked and saw that Voldemort's hand was now only pearl white bone. The wand he once held lay at his feet. Voldemort turned, his eyes blood shot and murder blazing in them. Harry also turned and saw perched near the cornfield with wand raised and a determined look in his eyes was Neville Longbottom.
"Ah…Mr. Longbottom," Voldemort seethed with a sly smile.
"Another fine man with brave, and incredibly stupid parents," Voldemort continued. Harry wasn't paying attention though. He had turned back around and watched as several deatheaters went after the werewolf, dog and stag. The werewolf picked one deatheater up and flung him far away. The deatheater never got up. The stag lowered its head and charged through a group of deatheates. The dog bared bright teeth and attacked a deatheater.
"I bet those animals are animagus's too," Voldemort added with a smile as four deatheaters went to retrieve Neville.
"Pettigrew!" He bellowed.
"Yes master?" Peter asked coming up and kneeling before Voldemort.
"Who are those animals?" questioned Voldemort. Peter stood up and looked over.
"The werewolf is Remus Lupin. The black dog is Sirius Black, and the deer looking thing…why…I don't know who that is," Peter answered as he watched the werewolf throw yet another deatheater.
"Oh…look…there is Dumbeldore," Voldemort commented with a slight smile. Dumbeldore's white figure could be seen as he stepped out from the shadow of trees and stood.
"Everyone thinks I'm terribly afraid of him. Well maybe once I was Harry, but not anymore. I'm going to enjoy killing the old man really," He gave a cold-hearted chuckle. His chuckle died when he saw a legion of people step out from the shadow.
"It's the Order," Peter whispered.
"Why yes it is. Seems to be missing a few members. Probably too afraid…but I'll find them," Voldemort put in with a toothy grin and looking back at Harry. The deatheaters and Order suddenly charged at one another. At the same time, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Luna, charged out of the cornfield sending curses in every direction.
Neville was dragged up by the collar and was placed next to Voldemort. Voldemort clamped a hand down on his and Harry's neck.
"My two favorite boys. I can kill you both at the same time. Along with your ruddy Order," Voldemort remarked calmly as he stood at the bottom of the valley.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" Hermione shouted. Three deatheaters were thrown off of the stag. The stag nodded its head at Hermione and she smiled back. She then reared her wand on a deatheater and yelled
"Avada Kedvra!" she spun around and didn't look as the deatheater died. Instead she raised her wand and flew a fury of curses on a couple of deatheaters that were circling around a black dog.
"Avada Kedvra!" Sarah yelled at a deatheater as it raised its wand towards the werewolf. She then picked up the wand of the fallen deatheater and snapped it in half.
"Impedimenta!" A loud shout sounded behind her. Sarah whirled through the air and landed with a hard thud on the grass. Her eyes watered over and she tried to get up. The deatheater that had sent her spiraling smiled underneath his hood. He raised his wand but it was quickly snatched out of his hand by a falcon. The falcon proceeded by using her claws to snap the wand in half. Sarah shot a smile at the deatheater and rose.
"Avada Kedvra!" she yelled.
Ron's wand went flying out of his hand as a deatheater yelled "Expelliarmus!". Ron spun to come face to face with the deatheater. The deatheater smiled and raised his wand. Ron ran and threw a punch. He could feel a crunch underneath his hand as the deatheater went spiraling backwards and to the ground. The deatheaters hood flew backwards and Ron glared at his Hogwarts rival, Draco Malfoy.
"Here to save your mudblood girlfriend?" asked Malfoy spitting a mouthful of blood. Ron lunged and threw another punch, this time hitting Malfoy in the nose. Malfoy reached up and wrapped his bone white hands around Ron's neck. Ron choked and sputtered as he lost his breath. He reached up another hand and hit Malfoy in the head. Malfoy's grip loosened and Ron was able to rip free.
Kicking Ron off him, Malfoy reached and grabbed a nearby wand.
Malfoy sent a fury of blue and yellow streaks at Ron. Ron went flying backwards. He flew high up in the air and with a most sickening crack he landed on a jaggedrock.
"Well, it looks like the Order is loosing," Voldemort said with a pleased smile. Harry and Neville watched with heavy hearts as the deatheaters greatly outnumbered the Order. There had to be at least 10 deatheaters for every member of the Order. Bodies littered the ground and many were not dressed in black cloaks. The two watched as the Order, including the werewolf, dog and stag, were circled by the deatheaters.
"Bring the animals to me!" Voldemort shouted to his followers. With wands raised, a group of deatheaters led the werewolf, dog and stag to Voldemort.
"To make sure you don't move," Voldemort smiled as he banded Neville and Harry together. Harry's eyes scanned to see who was still alive. Sarah stood next to Dumbeldore. Her face was splattered with blood, but Harry had a suspicion it wasn't hers. Hermione stood next to her and appeared to have a fresh cut on her cheek. Ginny stood next to Hermione and looked flushed. Luna stood behind Dumbeldore and looked to have a gash on the top of her head. But where was Ron? Harry scanned the valley for that familiar spark of flaming red hair. When he finally saw it, his heart dropped. Ron lay face down on the grass and next to him lay a rock with crimson blood on it.
"Now to get your damn bird," Voldemort said as the falcon circled around their heads. Voldemort sent a green flash towards the bird and the spark went flying through its wing. The falcon began to fall to the ground and Voldemort caught it with an outstretched hand.
"Finally we getto see the person behind the animal," Voldemort said setting the falcon on the grass. It's other wing fluttered as if in attempt to fly. Suddenly the falcon began to change into a woman with dark brown hair and a bleeding arm.
"Faith Sloom," Peter whispered with fear in his voice.
"No Peter, She is Faith Black now. Isn't that right Mrs. Black?" Voldemort questioned sweetly as Faith got to her feet; she clutched her arm tightly.
"Now you Remus," Voldemort turned his wand on the werewolf. The werewolf began to shrink in size until he was a man with pale brown hair and tired eyes. His robes were ripped on the back and blood began to seep out.
Peter began to twitch nervously as Remus and Faith both sent him hateful glares. The two exchanged a glance and then shared a secretive smile as they looked at the stag.
"Mr. Lupin, I believe your wife is over there. Your daughter is very well behaved," Voldemort said with a grin. He then turned his wand onto the black dog. It began to change into a man with dark brown hair and a smug grin on his face. He had a large tear across his chest and crimson blood stained his skin.
"Hello Tom, Peter" Sirius greeted, letting his eyes rest on Peter who seemed to cower more and more with each unveiled person.
"Sirius," Voldemort said coldly.
"And who could this be?" Voldemort asked turning towards the stag.
"Lets find out shall we?" Remus snapped sarcastically with a grin.
"So feisty Remus…I think I'm going to enjoy killing you. The silent types are always fun," Voldemort hissed with a cold smile. Voldemort turned his wand on the stag and slowly the stag began to turn into a man with messy jet-black hair. He looked exactly like Harry. Peter made a small shrieking noise and began to shrink backwards as James shot him a vicious glare.
"Wait…Harry…is over here…so how can you be here?" Voldemort inquired pointing from Harry to James. James glowered at Peter.
"Who..who is this? Is this a trick Harry?" Voldemort muttered as he stared at Harry. Peter began to shrink back farther and make odd squeaking noises out of fear.
"Pettigrew! Back Here!" Voldemort boomed as he pointed at the ground next to him. Peter meekly walked to the spot.
"Who is this?" Voldemort roared as he pointed a hand at James.
"Yes, Wormtail, who is that?" Sarah shouted from where she stood with a sly smile. Peter looked at her fearful and made gasping noises.
"We're waiting Peter!" Sirius snapped. Voldemort looked back up at James, and squinted, then he smiled.
"I don't believe it," Voldemort smiled wider, "Well, this is a wonderful surprise! I can kill two Potters. One I've already killed," Voldemort turned back to look at Harry, "What do ya think Harry? Think I can get your father to plead for his life this time? And well James," Voldemort beamed turning towards James, "You look fantastic for a fellow has been dead for what is it know…17 years? You don't appeared to have aged a day. I must thank you all for this joyous surprise. I can FINALLY kill all the bloody marauders at once,"
"But who first, Remus I really enjoyed torturing you. You were SO much fun. It'd be great if we threw your wife into the mix. She is such a good pureblood….pity to see her die. Maybe I'll leave one of you alive to take care of the baby…but then again, Harry over here turned out just fine without parents. Maybe you could get lucky and become part of the Fate Council in death,"
"Sirius, Sirius, I never got to torture you, and I ALWAYS wanted to. I'm excited that I am finally getting the chance. Mrs. Black will be fun too. I can see you two putting up quite the fight…but I think I can make you beg for death in the end,"
"And Mr. Potter, well, you pose a problem. See, I've already killed and tortured you. Maybe I'll torture you by killing your son first. That'd be fun and interesting, or maybe I'll keep you around for a while and have my deatheaters use you as target practice," Voldemort hissed softly, "I think…yes…I know who to do first," Voldemort held his wand firmly. He chuckled slightly and everyone's expressions of wonder. Suddenly they turned away from him and looked off in the distance. Voldemort stood shocked at what he saw coming towards him in the distance.
"Is that John Lovegood?" Sarah inquired placing a hand on Dumbeldore's shoulders.
"Yes,"
"What in the hell is he riding?"
" He is riding mountain raised hellhounds cross bred with unicorns," Luna beamed from behind. Sarah stared in amazement as John Lovegood, along with several other members of the Order, as they rode on the backs of these 3 large animals that were four times as big as full-grown unicorns. They were bulky and the same white color as unicorns with bright white horns on their heads. Their claws were meaty and were easily the size of Sarah's belly when she was pregnant. Their teeth were massive and looked to be fighting their way out of the beast's horse like mouth. One let out a vicious roar and Sarah could swear that the ground rumbled. One of the large beasts ran straight for the deatheaters who scattered. Another went straight for Voldemort. He and the others dived out of the way. James picked up a whole wand on the ground and unbounded Neville and Harry. Instantly curses began flying in every direction.
Hermione gathered up her wand and pointed it at a deatheater. The deatheater instantly fell down stunned. Hermioned reached over and grabbed their wand, snapping it into two pieces. Suddenly a hand reached out and pulled Hermione by the hair. She fell backwards and stared up into the face of Draco Malfoy who had a wand pointed directly at her throat.
Faith rushed to help Hermione but was stopped by someone walking into her path. It quickly snatched her wand from her and snapped it in two.
"Bellatrix," Faith gasped at she stared at the beautiful woman before her.
"Aww look it's Faith," Bellatrix cooed as she pointed her wand and forced Faith backwards, she tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. Bellatrix laughed and kept her wand pointed at Faith.
"It's so great to see you again," she seethed, "I hear you and Sirius finally got married. I think it's great that my cousin married a mudblood and ruined his perfect lineage….but I always thought that there was hope that you would die before a child would be born…it seems though…that a child has been made," she continued, her words getting thick with anger. She stared down at Faith, her eyes almost turning red from hatred, "But maybe I can still save the Black lineage…the child hasn't been born yet. Lets make sure that it isn't" she began to raise her wand, but a large black dog vaulted forward and snatched the wand out of her hand. It crunched the wand in its teeth as two deatheaters attacked it. Faith jumped to her feet and stared Bellatrix right in the eye.
"Guess we'll do this the old fashioned way," she smirked. Bellatrix gave her a slightly confused look but it was quickly ended by Faith's fist ramming into her face hard. Bellatrix stumbled back but regained her balance. Bellatrix spun around and slapped Faith across the face. Four lines appeared along her face and fresh blood began to ooze down her cheek. Faith touched a hand to the spot and then delivered Bellatrix a swift punch.
Bellatrix fell face down into the grass with a loud thud. She spat blood into the grass and uttered a low growl. Reaching low into her robes she produced a long blade. Quickly getting to her feet she spun around and sunk the knife into 5 inches of flesh.
Hermione stared up at Draco fearful.
"Hey Mudblood," he hissed. "Took care of your boyfriend earlier," He pushed the wand into her throat.
"I'm going to enjoy this so much," he smiled, but suddenly there was a loud shout of "Avada Kedvra!" Draco fell over dead. Hermione stared up at the person that had yelled the killing curse. They were covered in blood and moved stiffly over to her.
"Ron," she breathed.
"Hey 'mione," he nodded.
Sirius changed back into himself, he turned to see Bellatrix with a knife firmly grasped in her hand. The knife was deeply planted into the chest of Neville Longbottom. Faith stood there shocked behind him. It appeared that Neville had jumped in front of Faith as the knife had came flying out.
"AVADA KEDVRA!" Neville yelled as he pointed his wand to Bellatrix's forehead. She was blasted backwards and never got up. Neville sank down the ground -his wand breaking as he did- and Faith fell to her knees next to him. Sirius also rushed over to Neville.
"Neville!" Faith hollered her voice cracking as she placed a hand on the dagger. Neville looked up at her, blood trickling from his mouth.
"Neville, it's gonna to be ok," Sirius reassured.
"Did I kill her?" Neville wheezed.
"Yes," Faith murmured, tears welling in her eyes, "Yes you did Neville, you did so great. Your father and mother would be so proud."
"It hurts," Neville whispered as he stared up at the star-filled sky.
"I know it does Neville," Faith cried.
"We're going to heal you. You'll be ok," Sirius whispered hoarsly as he searched for a wand. They were all broken. There was no hope for Neville.
"I can…" Neville mumbled, a gurgling sound emitted from his throat, "…see my dad," then with a final gurgle, he was dead.
"Lets go!" James said grabbing his son by his collar as Voldemort pointed a wand at them. They narrowly missed a dark purple streak.
"I need my wand," Harry described , "I need it to kill him,"
"Where is it?" James asked breathlessly as they ran from Voldemort's curses.
"Somewhere…" murmured Harry.
Sirius looked down at Neville. He stared at the dagger in his chest, had Neville saved Faith from death? But, wouldn't have James known if Neville was going to jump in front of her…so maybe…
"FAITH!" Sirius shouted as he looked up. A deatheater had a similar dagger to Bellatrix's raised above Faith's head.
"Save the blood line," the deatheater hissed. A hand shot out and grabbed the deatheater's hand as he lowered the dagger onto Faith. The hand belonged to Severus. The deatheater plunged the dagger into Severus as he muttered, "Avada Kedvra,"
The deatheater fell dead and Severus sunk to his knees.
"I overheard James and Sirius," Severus whispered softly to Faith. "I had to save you," he muttered finally and fell to the ground, he never got up again.
James searched the ground for a whole wand.
"Looking for this Harry?" a voice called to James. He turned to see Peter standing there waving a wand back and forth. His face fell when he noticed it was James and not Harry.
"Hi Peter," James seethed.
"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hi James," stuttered Peter as he began to back up.
"Give me the wand Peter," James commanded. Peter turned around and ran off instead, James followed closely after him.
Sarah ran away from a deatheater that was blowing curses at her. She was wandless and chanced a look back. Suddenly she ran headlong into someone. She looked up in shock and fear but felt a wave of relief wash over her when she saw Remus and not a deatheater. Remus pointed a wand at the deatheater and he fell to the ground.
"Remus," Sarah breathed wrapping her arms around her husband.
"Are you ok?" he questioned squeezing her into a tight hug.
"I am now," she sighed.
James chased after Peter as they pushed through a group of deatheaters he lunged forward and grabbed Peter by the shoulders. He brought him down on his back with a sickening thud.
"Give me the wand," he growled trying to wrestle the wand from his grasp.
"No!" Peter screamed. There was obvious fear in his voice as James hit him across the face trying to get the wand.
Harry ran over to where his father and Peter fought for the wand. He collected his wand in his hands as someone yelled
"AVADA KEDVRA!" Harry spun around and watched as Dumbeldore fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
"Damn…I meant to get you Harry…but oh well," Voldemort flashed a dark smile.
"Lets end this," Harry replied coldly raising his wand. Voldemort nodded.
"CRUCIO!"
"Sectumsemspra!"
The two curses hit one another and caused a blinding flash of light. The ground shook violently for a moment and knocked everyone to their feet. Voldemort was quicker getting to his feet and yelled
"AVADA KEDVRA!" as Harry began to get to his feet. The curse hit Harry square in the chest and he was knocked onto his back. He stared up at the star filled sky. He was dying slowly. Every bad memory that he had ever had began to flood back to him. He felt the pain of losing his parents. All the times Dudley beat on him-
"Harry! HARRY!" someone was yelling. Was it Sarah…Mrs. Weasley…Hermione…Faith…Ginny? They were getting more distant. Others began to yell but Harry could barely heat them.
"No!" James screamed scrambling towards from Harry. Peter grabbed his leg but James kicked him in the face and ran over to his son. He looked down at his son who had a face filled with pain as he slowly died. James brought his hands to his face. "No!" He screamed again. Suddenly he could hear that all to familiar whispering in his ear again.
James looked down at his son as the last bit of life left him. Carefully James put a hand on Harry's chest. His whole body went numb and it felt like his brain was going to explode on itself. His heart beat harder and harder until he thought it'd burst. Harry's suddenly opened and James fell to the ground. Dead. Harry lay there in shock for a minute. Not sure what had just happened. He looked to his side and saw his father falling to the ground.
He realized what had just happened. His father had given his life to save his. How many more people were going to die for Harry? His mother, his father twice now, Dumbeldore, Sirius, Bill, Fred…how many more would there be? Harry felt all the rage in the world collecting in him. He got to his feet and pointed his wand at Voldemort.
"AVADA KEDVRA!" Harry screamed with all the frustration that had been boiling up in him for the past 17 years. Voldemort looked shocked as the curse hit him. He stood there petrified and turned a glowing blue color. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. At that moment there was a collection of voices but no one was speaking. The voices were calling
"Thank You Harry. Thank You"
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