(I'm not claiming anything that was made by J.K Rowling, who would want someone stealing their characters! Everything is hers except Lemercier.)

A/N: It wasn't suppose to be Narcissa but Bella. Sorry.

13. Nagini

A pale woman with black cascading curls down her back stood before a mirror, ripping parts of her dress here and there, as if she was just in a struggle. Finally finished, she glided to her dresser, picking up a red scarf she went to her window and opened it. The cold wind was enough for her to shiver, she tucked it so that it waved in the wind. Then she too left the room, she didn't bother to wear a mask. All the Death Eaters glanced over at her with lazy eyes, as they lounged on chairs, sudans, and throw pillows. Passing a pair of them, she heard them whisper and start to giggle, then a few more. yet she held her head high and entered the hall that led to his Lordship's private rooms. More death eaters looked at her, with smirks upon their faces. She knew why they smirked and giggled behind their masks, or hands.

She collasped to the ground, her insides were burning, as if something was cluthing her stomach and crushing it between it's claws. Screaming from the pain she tried to place her arms around her lower half, but her wrists were chained to the ground enabling her. "My Lord-"

"SILENCE!" He bellowed, again she wraithed in pain. Sniggers from around her, made it known that there were people presenced during her punishment. Yet she knew who that belonged too, Narcissa. The Inner circle was present, to watch her. Taking shallow breathes, she tried her best not to black out.

Another shearing pain ran through her body.

"It has been months now, and you can't even give me a decent report? You are entitled to this pain, you earned it. Give me what I want Cassandra, give me what I deserve to know." The Dark Lord's voice was walfering in and out.

"But my Lord-"

"GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!"

Another roll of pain, and she was gone.

A soft smirk graced her red lips, because it was only her that knew of their fate. That they would die unprepared, and with fear, all through her doing. Uncluthing her hands she savoured the thought of power, power to say who was to die painfully or quickly, the traits of a Lemercier still lingering in her bones.

Harry waited silently, noting that the death eaters were guarding all sides of the Manor, but didn't bother to go in the woods where he sat waiting.
Peter Pettigrew let out a high pitched yelp, when Cassandra pushed him aside roughly, opening the French doors and greeted by what looked like a meeting between Bellatrix, Snape and his Lordship. Putting up a look of horror and anger she fell to her knees in front of his lordship. "Mi' Lord you must leave!"
The big snake slitthered upon the grass over rocks, or around them. It's glittering skin reflected the moon's light. Harry knew she was coming his way, he watched as the snake moved effortlessly towards his hiding place, its pink tongue darting in and out. he raised himself in a crouching position, a dagger in his hand. Before Nagini could posed herself, Harry purged the snake with the dagger, the blood that came forth soaked his sleeves.
"Stop this act you ungrateful girl!" Bellatrix spat, trying to pull Cassandra up from her knees but could not. "GET UP AND AWAIT YOUR TURN TO SEEK ASSEMBLY WITH THE DARK LORD!" Just as her words finished, Cassandra watched still in her hysterical state, as Voldemort stopped breathing. His eyes bulged from his sockets and his fingers gripping the armrest of his chair.

"Nagini..." A soft whisper left his thin lips, Cassandra focused her eyes on her lordship, while Bellatrix still pulling and still yelling at her faded to a distance. His red eyes widen as if he was reliving the snake's last moments in life.

"GET UP GET UP GE-" A blow from Voldemort and Bellatrix flew practically across the room, landing on her back. Turning Cassandra watched as blood tinkled from the corner of her mouth, then turning to Voldemort he had risen from his seat his hand still raised, perfect.

"MY LORD HE IS HERE! HARRY POTTER IS HERE!" Grabbing the hem of his robes, she hid her smile in them.

After wiping the dagger and his hands on the grass he took out a mirror and whispered. "Ronald Weasley." Ron's face appeared at once. "Phase one is a go."

Ron looked from the mirror, as he laid against the mount that they were hiding behind. He was surrounded on both sides by Aurors or healers, all of them waiting anxiously for the sign. Moving his hand he waved the number three with his fingers, Moody seeing it waved at Collins and at once a company of men crawled their way through the long grass to the manor.

Again Ron repeated the same gesture signaling for company two to start moving. Shrugging off his robe so that he was dressed in just a pain button shirt and pants, Lupin left with company two. This lasted for just under half an hour, the last company left with both Moody and Ron leading the way, company three already stationed on the right flank, company two on the left flank, and their company squared in the middle exactly in front of the manor. There they waited again for Harry's signal.

The fireplace slowly opened, when Harry lightly tapped the statue of a snake that extended from the mantle piece. Stepping into the dark tunnel, he whispered a word and his wand flared, not losing a second he ran into it, with a surge of hate fueling him. The tunnel was coming to an end he was nearing it. Using the Mirror again he said only one word.

"Attack."