Dreams to Change a Future Chapter 7- The Fight
Author's Note: So…thank you everybody for my faithful reviewers. Now to the story.
"It is your day to die Dumbledore. All of you." Voldemort threw back his head and let out another cold laugh, ready for a killing spree.
Dumbledore looked at Voldemort and his wand flew out of his hand and into Dumbledore's.
"Ah I see you're still up to your old tricks Dumbledore."
Soon wands littered the floor. Both from the Light and Dark side.
People fought hard, and some even died.
"Crucio!" A Death Eater yelled. Soon Aberforth Dumbledore was on the floor limp as a rag doll.
As the sun came up Voldemort was getting fed up with fighting. He knew it was time to wipe out the rest of the people in the room who didn't follow him. But before he could cast the spell a flash of green light came and he was knocked down, dead as stone.
The rest of the Death Eaters must have realized what happened, and stopped mid-curse. Clutching their arms they looked down at the man they followed. The Dark Mark burned sharply for a few moments before fading away to an old scar. It would never go away.
Left and right they disapperated leaving the Order of the Phoenix to survey the damage.
Ten Death Eaters were dead. But those deaths didn't matter as much as their own.
In all they'd lost 9 people to the war. Deladus Diggle, Sturgis Podmore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Benjy Fenwick, Emmeline Vance, Arabella Fig, Elphias Doge, Caradoc Dearborn and Remus Lupin.
Dumbledore looked carefully around, but something caught his eyes. He knew Lily was almost done with her second trimester, and that she shouldn't have fought. But what worried him more was that she was lying on the ground.
"Lily Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
She carefully turned her head and looked at the gentle old man.
"Where am I?" She asked sleepily.
"13 Plum Drive London. Don't worry Lily. James is right here."
Soon the room was cleared up and people went home to get a long day's worth of sleep. It had been a long night, but it was finally over with.