Amelia Bones' Last

by Donna Vito Frutti

Madam Bones. The witch with the monocle. One of the few who were just and reasonable at Harry's trial in his fifth year. One of a few whom Voldemort killed in person.

"You're hardly the first dark wizard I've fought, Tom. But I must say none of them had ever twisted themselves into a monstrosity. Even Grindelwald had charm."

Voldemort's nostrils flared. "You seem very brave for someone who's about to die."

"Well if I'm about to die, it's hardly any use being anything else. Wouldn't you say?"

They fight.

"Enough. Take her. "

"I don't think so. " She non verbally cast Reducto, making the glass beside shatter into a thousand pieces of shrapnel. With another wave she directs them toward her opponents.

"DUCK! "

But they were too late.

"It's no use, Tom. I have taken the precaution of wiping my memory clean of anything that is useful to you."

"Very well then. You've proved your lack of value. It's a shame. You're smart and powerful. You could have easily joined me and lived."

"Join you? After all you've done to my family? I think not."