Chapter 19
They appeared in the foyer of Riddle mansion. The group that was to go inside and attack from within followed Amanda and Draco into the basement and then down a long hallway. Harry had broken from the pack to search the upper levels of the mansion for the Horcruxes.
"Password?" asked the guard
"Forever live Lord Voldemort." Said Draco
"You may enter."
The small crowd walked into the chamber behind the door at the end of the hall. There was two groups of chairs separated by an isle down the center leading to a platform that all in the room knew Voldemort would soon stand upon. They separated and took seats all around the room. Amanda sat near the front, while Jacob sat a few seats behind. Draco sat in his normal seat in the front most left seat. Alira took a seat two rows from Draco. Hermione sat in a seat in the left side of the last row. McGonagall sat in the right most seat of the opposite row as Hermione. The room was cornered.
Harry quietly tiptoed through the massive mansion. He opened each door slowly, checking each room for the last few Horcruxes.
Harry looked behind door one: nothing, door seven: nada, Door twelve: zip, Door thirteen: Jackpot!
Harry saw the Hufflepuff cup sitting on a little dusty, moth eaten, and red velvet pillow in the middle of the room.
He maneuvered through the large piles of junk and boxes of more junk that were surrounding the tiny pillow. In the process, he knocked over a particularly large crate. A small glass orb fell from the contents of the crate. It shattered on the wooden floor.
A small holographic image of a woman floated above the shattered remains. She began to speak.
"Blood of the daughter must be spilt a second time to destroy the father. Harry, savior, Amanda must die to kill Voldemort."
The woman bowed and disappeared. The prophet, or whatever she was, knew that Harry would be the savior of the magical and muggle world.
Harry didn't dwell on this. He had to destroy the horcrux. Then he must figure out what to do with Amanda.
Harry walked back down to the foyer and through the door that would lead down to the basement where the meeting was to be held. As he took the first step down the stairs to the basement, an explosion occurred at the front doors.
In the dust, Harry could just make out Tonks and Tyren, shoulder to shoulder. Another explosion came from his right and left, as he was now facing the front door.
"Harry! Behind you!" called Tyren
The guard was running down the hall towards Harry, wand at ready.
"Stupefy!" Harry called out
Harry turned back towards Tyren and nodded his thanks.
The explosions were heard in the 'meeting hall.' Many of the sitting death eaters were now standing. Voldemort had entered the room at a brisk pace.
"What is the meaning of this!" shouted Voldemort, "Go! Kill the intruders."
Many tried to follow his command, but were stopped dead in their tracks by the many spells aimed for the faithful death eaters.
The order members that were spread out among the deatheaters took their hood off, revealing their identities. Voldemort stood at the podium, stunned by the faces in the crowd.
The death eaters tried desperately to escape from the small confinements of the room, but to no avail.
"You insolent little girl! I'll finally get my chance to hurt you, now that saint Potter isn't around." Said Malfoy Sr. to Hermione
"Immobulous!" shouted Hermione
Mr. Malfoy stood soldier still. Hermione pushed back onto his back with the force of but one finger.
More blasts could be heard over the pandemonium. They sounded now as if they were right outside the doors. Then, the doors smashed into several thousand splinters as another blast tore them from their precious hinges. Harry, Tonks, and Tyren stood in a row in front of the army of witches and wizards.
"Harry Potter!" hissed Voldemort, "Kill Him! Kill him now!"
"Why don't you do it your self, Voldemort?" Harry called over the sounds of war.
The ruckus eased down and got eerily silent. Voldemort came down from the platform. Harry walked towards Voldemort as well. They met near the center of the room, wands posed and ready to attack at the slightest movement.
They bowed to one another and prepared to duel. Harry and Voldemort took ten steps from the other and turned back towards their opponent. Each posed in a ready position. Voldemort was first to strike.
"Crucio!" he called out
Harry recoiled and took defense.
"Rictusempra!" Harry cried
Voldemort dodged Harry's spell with a graceful side step. Again, Voldemort attacked Harry
"Crucio!" he shouted out once again
Harry tried to dodge, but started too late. He was hit and was now screaming something horrible from his curled up ball on the floor. Amanda took a stand. She headed for Voldemort's back. He turned and stared evilly into her eyes. She stooped down and picked up Harry's wand that had rolled across the floor.
"Now, Amanda. What can you possibly do with that? You know as well as I that you can't use a wand…"she lifted the wand and pointed it at her own heart, "…no…you can't do that!" Voldemort roared
Amanda looked into the eyes of Jacob as the fat tears rolled down her cheeks in streams. He shook his head, hoping against all hope that she would stop and find another way.
"Avada Kedavra!" she cried and she fell to the floor, lifeless, Harry's wand rolling back to its owner
Jacob ran to his love, scooped her up, and held her limp body tight.
Harry had been released from the spell once Voldemort had relized what Amanda was going to do. Harry had his chance to kill Voldemort. He picked up his wand and took aim.
"Voldemort!" he screamed
Voldemort turned towards the call to see Harry pointing his wand in his face. Harry did what he had been waiting seven years to do, kill Voldemort.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry cried
Voldemort's eyes quickly faded, the life leaving his body. His body fell, all so lifeless to the floor into a heap. Everyone in the room stopped what little warfare was left to stare at the dead body of He-who-must-not-be-named.
The remaining deatheaters tried again to flea from the scene, but were struck down by McGonagall or Hermione.
Harry starred at Voldemort's body, his work finally done.
Jacob continued to hold Amanda's body, the tears now dried on her cheeks. He held her tight until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Amanda's hand was there when he turned to look. He looked into her face, her eyes open and full of life. She had not died.
"You know that I could never take my life, even if I wanted to. I'm an Intremance. Besides, I knew it would hurt you, kill you even. I love you and would never ever try to hurt you. What I did was kill Voldemort's half of me, the feeble evil that I had locked away so long ago. I was the last of his Horcruxes." She said to Jacob
Jacob helped her to her feet. She looked around the room. Her eyes stopped on Voldemort's body and a smile formed on her lips. She knew that the war was now over, and her side had won.
They were finally free.