Chapter 9: The Prophecy
The second the Order of the Phoenix came in the door Snape had his wand on his Dark Mark, calling the other Death Eaters to the fight. Before he had so much as moved his wand from his arm, the fighting had started.
The Death Eaters were outnumbered, although when the others go there they would take care of that. The Order members who weren't fighting were freeing Ron and Hermione from their prison so they could help too.
Tonks was battling Bellatrix Lestrange with a fierce glint in her eye. She was going to avenge her cousin if it was the last thing she did. They traded hexes and blocking spells as if they were in class, although it was plain that they were both saving their energy for later on in the battle.
"Trying to avenge our dear cousin. There's no need for that, although if you stick around much longer you can rejoice in meeting again," Lestrange taunted.
Tonks, her blue eyes glowing and glinting in rage raised her wand, "Cru-"
"No! Don't Tonks! Stupefy! Stupefy," Lupin stunned Lestrange. "Tonks, don't hurt or kill them, stun them. We don't want to kill them, we want to capture them."
Tonks, her eyes glinting again, turned her back on her husband to pick a fight with a different Death Eater.
Ron was battling Harry now.
"Harry, mate-" he blocked a spell. "Listen, you don't know what-" he blocked another spell. "You're doing. Listen-" he blocked yet another spell. "Listen! You stupid- Bloody Hell, Harry!" Ron said, nursing a bloody gash up one of his arms. "Stupefy!" Harry fell to the floor with a thunk.
Hermione rushed over to magically sew up Ron's wound. The second she had finished, four more Death Eaters rushed through the door. Ron looked around the room.
Bellatrix, Harry, Knott, and Malfoy were down. Tonks was fighting Snape. Neville was fighting Crabbe. Lupin was fighting Goyle. Bill was fighting Dolohov. Charlie was fighting another Death Eater Ron did not know the name of. All the other Death Eaters, including Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle Senior, were currently in Azkaban.
Then Tonks fell to the floor. Ron could not see if she was alive or dead. He ran over to take over for her. Snape and he were firing hexes at each other, but it wasn't even close to a fair fight. Snape did the leg locker curse and Ron fell to the floor.
"Well, well, would you look at that. Weasley is going to die just like his parents, lying helplessly on the floor with a certain Death Eater over them. It is just too sad. I must finish it before I dissolve into tears," Snape said all this with the utmost sincerety and sarcasm. "Avada Kada-" Snape made an odd choking noise. His voice went harsh and
un-Snapelike, he fell to his knees.
"The followers of the Dark Lord will be punished… they shall…" Snape choked out, "not… escape… again…forceful… winds will… make sure everything is done… right… the rightful… fighters and… workers…shall be rewarded… beyond… dreams… the… balance will be… restored… evil… will be gone…from world," Snape looked weak and vulnerable. Ron's curse wore off and he stunned Snape with a flick of his wand as easily as pouring tea.
He looked behind him, all the Death Eaters and Tonks were lying on the floor. The rest of the Order was staring at him oddly, all except for Lupin who was sobbing next to Tonks.
"Did Snape just make a prophecy?" Neville asked unsurely.