Chapter 45
They circled each other, sizing each other up. Harry glared at Lucius, "you son-of-a-bitch! Look at her, my Azadeh is ill and you have put under some spell like it's a fairy tale and you're the prince charming!"
"Actually, she passed out mostly on her own. It could be from how I made love to her...her orgasm being so intense and all, and she did have one," Lucius drawled with a smirk.
Harry's rage was getting the better of him, his eyes had turned red, but he was trying to remember what Wolfgang taught him...'he will try and provoke you, Harry. He will try and make you so angry, that you will forget your strategy. Lucius will say aweful things, things he might have done to Azadeh, but you must not let it affect you, no matter how much it may hurt you or make you angry, let it go, think clearly and you will win.'
"Only because you forced her, Lucius. She doesn't want you, she never did. It was me she always dreamed of, me she wanted to marry...and if you kill me, you'll still never truly have her, because I'll have her heart, even after death...that is what her ring means...'I'll follow thee into the beyond'. She's rightfully mine, even after death, she'll follow me...who knows, maybe if you do succeed, Azadeh really will," Harry watched as Lucius's eyes widened in anger. What he was saying was intense and Harry knew it, but like Lucius, he didn't want Azadeh in another man's arms, and perhaps he would call to her after his death and meet her at the gate. They would never be apart again.
"You think I would let that happen, Potter? You think I would let her die so easily, because of love sickness?" Lucius chuckled. "After this, I do tend on adjusting her memories...you'll be erased clean from her mind along with your blasted child!"
"That isn't going to matter, Lucius. Her heart will know...hell, her soul!"
"You HAVE been hanging around the Shamans a bit much, haven't you?" he drawled humorously.
"It's done me a lot of good...how is your training these days, Lucius?" "Better than ever, Potter."
"We shall see, won't we?"
They attacked each other simultaineously with their weapons, both magic swords, slicing at the air and nearly missing each other...it would be close, there was no doubt.
Hermione and Draco had taken down a number of the Death Eaters, but there was still more. Hermione had unfortunately been wounded, Draco was doing his best to seal up the wound, but it was a powerful curse.
"Are you alright?" Draco panicked as he fumbled to stop the blood.
"I think I will be," she winced.
"Why did you do that, you silly girl...stepping in front of me!"
"I told you before, I love you," her breath was ragged...she was for the most part alright, the curse didn't hit her directly, but it grazed her enough where it was painful and did some good damage.
Draco kissed her hard on the mouth, "if there wasn't fighting going on, I might just make love to you right now."
She blushed and giggled, but winced.
"Alright you love birds, we have to get going. Hermione, can you walk?" Bishop looked down.
"I think...ahh..ah," she fell down on her knees again, Draco scooped her up.
Bishop shook his head, "give'er to Fritz, we'll take her back to the site and take care of this."
"But..."
"No buts, she can't stay with us, she's hurt and it will make her more of a target, plus, slow us down and I need you to focus. If she's here, you won't be up here," Bishop tapped Draco's head gently. "You'll be too worried about her and we need you."
Draco nodded curtly and handed her to Fritz, who seemed a little too happy to take Hermione. He suspected Fritz of liking her...a little more than he was supposed to. "Be careful, Draco," she said softly. He nodded and kissed Hermione on the lips again.
They left, "alright...you four go down the center, Draco and I will take the left and right corridors, we're almost in."
Harry and Lucius were both bloody and tired, they had sliced each other, but used healing spells when given a moment. They had gone through many of the weapons, but Harry continued to used the last one, the whip. He liked the whip, but couldn't tell you why, Perhaps it was Bishop's influence. Harry looked over Azadeh's way, she was still sleeping peacefully.
"Take a good look, Potter...she'll be the last thing you'll see before you die," Lucius hissed.
"Or yours."
They went at each other again and this time they lost thier weapons in the stuggle. This time they went at each other with brute strength, throwing each other around like two wild tigers, blooding each other up and skin made contact with skin. Fist made contact with fist.
Harry kicked Lucius square in the chest, causing him to fly backward, but he easily got up and went after Harry. They came to the ground, trying to pull out each other's wands, and some how Lucius ended on top of Harry, punching him fiercley. Harry knocked him off and did the same, but Lucius knocked Harry's wand out of his hand, and pointed his at Harry's chin.
"Oh, how I'm going to love killing you...," Lucius grinned...he grinned until he felt a sharp pain at his side.
Harry yanked out a knife from Lucius's side, one especially made, one that Wolfgang made for him. It's beautifully crafted blade and handle now dripped with Lucius's blood, "I have a little secret of my own Lucius...this knife has a poison in it that will kill you in just 30 seconds. You shouldn't be able to talk now."
Lucius tried, but he couldn't.
"I told you, didn't I? I told you that you before that you were second best for a reason," his eyes were cold, he talked like the old 'right hand' that he had once been. "You took something very precious away from me...and no one gets away with that."
Harry plunged the dagger into Lucius's heart, his body arched... and Lucius was now dead, blood dripping from his mouth. Harry yanked the dagger back out, wiped it off and placed it back in it's holster. Standing up, he looked around, "where are you, you bastard!"
There was a cackling, "very good my 'right hand'...even more deadly than before."
"I am no longer that to you...come out."
"Very well." A black mist formed near Harry. "How you've grown boy. Your Azadeh would be so proud, how bravely you have faught for her. I would hate to see you lose her."
"Play fair, Voldemort...don't you envolve her now."
"And why not? I could easily give you back everything you had before. The money, the respect...Azadeh. You could have your family, I have a feeling she would recover quickly with you by her side again. You wouldn't want for anything...she wouldn't want for anything. A life of comfort and security."
"A life of lies," Harry hissed. "You cleaned my memory...you made me think we were the good guys, that we were doing the right thing!"
"Easy to do when you were suffering over the blood-traitor, Ginny Weasley. Your heart and mind so needed a rest, you couldn't take it, the idea of losing your other friends...because I was winning, wasn't I, Potter? Everyone thought you would surely win, everyone thought that you were the 'chosen one', but you were failing...and badly. What they didn't consider was the fact that you had no real life experience, no real magic experience, except for the encounters we had...but it didn't prepare for what I truly knew, now did it!" Voldemort stared at Harry coldly. "You were a weak child then, though your intentions were noble...but nobility isn't always enough. But now...look at you, you are a worthy opponent now...now this will be exciting. But keep in mind, Potter...if you lose, so does Azadeh...but I won't let her die...oh no. She'll lose the child of course, but then she is a lovely creature. Perhaps being one of my concubines would be suitable. After all, how many of the head Death Eaters have wanted to have a go at her?"
Harry was going to kill him.
"That's right...keep that furry...you'll need it!"
Voldemort attacked, as did Harry...it was time, time to end it, one way or another.
Draco was Bishop were cutting through as many as they could. Everyone once in a while Draco's mind would wander off to Hermione, hoping she was well. At least she was out of there...at least she was safe. She had to be worrying more about him, he was in the front lines after all. Oh Gods, he wanted to make it out alive, he wanted to be with her, he wanted a family. A real one, one where he would be a good father and not be unkind or cruel like his father was. He wanted to prove himself to be a great husband too...he could do it, he just had to get out alive.
Hermione laid by the fire. The site was a good ways away and was hidden from the enemy. They constantly changed the spells for that, always hiding. She looked at the stars, the curse she had suffered was now subsiding, thanks to Wolfgang. He was their main healer and only faught when he was truly needed, and when he did, what a fierce fighter he was.
"Draco," she whispered. "Please...please be alright." Tears started to form, she wanted to be there...why did she have to get hurt! But she had to take the blow...if not, it would have been far worse for Draco...far worse. Her heart ached, what would she do with her life if he died?
There was a riot on the street now, she heard. The people were rebelling, the people were tired of the tyranny too and it was rumored that Harry Potter was alive once more...the hope had returned. One way or another...it would all end tonight.