Voldemort's long, pale fingers stroked at his chin gently. The time was coming closer; he could feel himself growing stronger. He was no longer a shadowy specter, but he was solid as Draco or Orion.
Yes, the blood moon was near. The afternoon sunshine was starting to dissipate and the moon would rise soon.
Draco's mouth was bone dry; every cell in his body was screaming. He wished now that he had paid attention in Practical Magic… they had taught the 7th years how to break out of curses and hexes by sheer willpower. Mind racing, he tried to remember what Madame Maxine had been teaching out them.
The light was fading quickly; so was the thin thread that kept Voldemort suspended in undeath. Orion's cries became more pronounced as the light faded to dark. He knew then it was time. "Harry!" He snapped, his voice echoing off the walls and sending both babies into a flourish of cries.
After a minute, Harry walked in, wiping his pocket knife on his robes. "I was in the middle of something. Can't this wait?" He snarled. "The Weasley girl must be good in bed if the entire Gryffindor 6th and 7th year class said she was."
"There will be time for that later!" Voldemort roared, grabbing Harry by the collar. "Now shut up and get started. This has to be completed before the moon is fully in the sky."
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled a vial of grey liquid out from under his robes. "Veni, veni…" The parseltongue in addition to the traditional Latin would increase the intensity of the ceremony ten fold. "Veni, veni, demona noctis."
He opened the vial in one swift movement. His chanting became more fevered, "Veni, veni, demona noctis."
Fog began to roll over the entirety of Goyle Manor. Coming in through the windows like smoke, it mixed with the black swirling mist that began to circle around Orion and Voldemort, blocking them from view.
Draco tried to yell or to even move. He HAD to save his son; he had to! With a piercing sound, he felt his hands and legs relax. It took mere seconds for him to stand up. "Let go of my son!" He roared, charging at Voldemort full force.
It felt as if he smashed into a brick wall. The black mist repelled Draco, throwing him backwards into the wall with a sickening crack. His vision swam and a piercing singing hit his ears. It was death…he knew it; he could feel the pain subsiding already.
Faye's tiny body levitated into the room with the power of the sun. In fact, it looked as if it were daytime again. "Tom, you have been defying death for a long time. " She said sweetly. "The universe must now run its course." Her pale hand reached out to take Orion.
Voldemort screamed a high, bloodcurdling sound that seemed to chill the air. "Harry! Get her!"
Harry immediately dropped the vial and stopped chanting. Pulling his hand, he pointed it at her. "SECTUSEMPRA!" He yelled.
A deep gash appeared in Faye's side, gushing dark crimson blood. Her face smiled brightly as she pressed her hands to the wound. "Harry Potter…it must be so terribly difficult to live with the demons that plague you." She said sweetly. "To have your life so decimated by the death of your parents; I have spoken at great length with Lily…she would hate what you have become."
"SHUT UP!" Harry cried, pressing his hands to his ears. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Tears welled up behind his green eyes that had dulled with the evil that coursed through his body. "You don't know my mother! My mother is dead!"
She just watched him, not bothering with Voldemort. She knew how this worked…as long as Harry was alive, so Voldemort would be too. But Faye was a Higher Force…her powers were for good, she could not kill him. "Your mother was murdered in cold blood by the man holding the baby of a woman who you devoted several years of your life to."
"She hates me!" He began to shake. His whole body was wracked with silent sobs and he stared into her angelic face. "You should have seen how she looked at me."
Faye just smiled and let her bloodied hand extend. "She was angry and hurt…you compromise her children, how could anyone love a man who does that? She grew those boys in her body and she loved them…even when she thought they were the product of a brutal rape."
Harry dropped to his knees, crushing the vial beneath his knee. Covering his face with his hands, he looked up at her. "Please, please…help me!"
Voldemort was wailing and twisting; the moon was rising higher and higher in the sky and in a mere 5 minutes, it would be over and he would be stuck this way forever. "You fool! Get up! Keep going!"
"Listen to the sound of my voice…it will guide you." She whispered, pressing a hand to his back comfortingly. Her mouth opened into a little 'O' and she began to sing her sweet song. To the passerby it would sound merely like syllables but to Harry, it spoke volumes.
"Yes." He said quietly, tears running down his face. The angelic nature that Faye exuded made him want to do anything she said. Standing up, he walked over to the bed. "Faye, tell my mother that I'm coming." He said, wiping his face.
Voldemort turned to him. "No! You stupid boy! Do as I tell you! She will never reunite you with your mother! She is a fake!"
Faye silenced him immediately; she sent a blast of white light toward him that left him clawing at his own non-existent being. The sheer velocity of love and happiness she had inside of her made him want to rip himself to shreds, even though that was impossible in specter form. "Do what is right Harry and you will be pardoned."
Harry nodded, smiling as if he were a silly child. Reaching into his pocket once more, he extracted the knife. "Faye?" He questioned gingerly.
"What is it, love?" She asked, floating nearer to him. It wouldn't be long now…her crimson blood still spilled out onto the floor from where he had wounded her; but the light never faded.
Wiping his tears away, he spoke. "Tell them I'm sorry…Harry, Hermione, all the Weasleys, especially Ginny and even Malfoy. I never wanted to hurt his children." He sniffled. "Promise me, please."
She pressed her hand to his back again. "I promise." She smiled and pulled him into hug.
Harry nodded. "Thank you." His voice was weak and his hands began to shake. Looking towards the sky, he took a deep breath. In one fell swoop he raised the knife and plunged it into his heart.
He gasped, falling back into Faye's arms as he drew his very last breath. A pink light exploded out of his body, hurling towards Voldemort at breakneck speed.
The last sounds of Voldemort were those of a noise so wretched and terrifying that it was heard all across the world. He was sucked into hell…defeated for good.
Harry's body lay limply on the bed; blood seeped out onto the bedspread and dripped in a silent stream down onto the floor.
Faye smiled and looked up at the sky. "It's over." She breathed, picking Orion up and gently placing him next to Gregory in the crib. With this accomplished, she finally succumbed to her injuries.
She slumped down onto the ground, her blue eyes wide open…and she was motionless.
Veni, veni demona noctis translated into; Come, come, demon of the night. Mind you, it's been a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time since I took Latin, so that could be wrong, hehe. We're so close, I'm sorry to keep you in suspense. Sorry these are so short but my life is so hectic right now, I can't write more than 3-5 pages at a time. FYI, this entire story is 137 pages long total. Wow.
The next chapter is going to toy with your memory. Here's your little hint: What did Marina say was going to happen on the blood moon a long time ago?
Well, now that you're fully confused, have a great evening! Leave some reviews please :D