Disclaimer, Summary, Warnings and Important Notes are in chapter one.
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"speech"
'thoughts'
'letters'
books/information/files/newspapers
ALSO: Last chapter was purposely left at "He ran." -just mentioning this because of a few reviewers thinking it was cut off, don't worry it wasn't!
Back in the Great Hall, Minerva McGonagall was informing the students and staff who remained that what Tom Riddle had said, was, in fact, the truth. Everyone was somewhat calm now. Surprisingly, almost everyone seemed to agree with what the man once known as Voldemort wished to do in their world. As the battle raged outside, those inside the Great Hall had food and games and books, allowing them the opportunity to chill out and relax. Which was odd, considering the circumstance, but funnily enough, it worked.
In a corner to the left sat several people from each of the houses. Neville and Luna being two of them. They sat close to each other, hands just touching as they sat chatting. Suddenly, Luna's body tensed up, her silvery blue eyes glazed over as her eyes flickered as though she was watching something. She gasped as she came out of her trance-like state.
"Luna?" Neville asked in concern, but she was already up and running out of the Great Hall much to the shock of the others. Neville went after her only to fall on his rear end as he crashed into the invisible barrier keeping neutrals safe inside the Hall.
"I want to fight. I need to fight. I need to protect Luna." He whispered quietly, fists clenched before he stuck one hand carefully over the barrier, before taking off after the blonde. They reached the battlefield, Neville was closing in on the speeding blonde as they stumbled over bodies. Luna fell down and Neville reached her, grabbing her shoulders. Her piercing scream made him stumble backwards, his eyes looking at what caused her to scream. He yelled.
"I'm too late…" Whispered Luna hoarsely as she held onto Neville
—LINE BREAK—
Damien took off running to his dad. For once he was thanking the fact that Dudley used to chase him throughout his childhood, he was glad because it meant he was very fast. Reaching his father just in time, he heard a piercing scream, a yell, then nothing. Green light and pain consumed his body before everything was gone.
—LINE BREAK—
Tom had blasted Dumbledore away from him, before turning around to fight off the cowards that had been sneaking up on him. He watched in confusion out of his peripheral vision as Luna followed by Neville came stumbling across the grounds, he blasted the oncoming attacker away and turned, watching as Luna collapsed on the ground, eyes wide as she released a pained scream. Neville too yelled as he looked at Tom. The man was confused, why were they looking at him? Only…they weren't. He realised as the green glow of the killing curse sprouted around him. But…why was he still alive? Turning as a body collapsed onto him, Tom stared in shock. Silence consuming the battle. Looking down at the body he was holding by the arms, Tom stumbled backwards taking the body down on top of him as he fell onto his rear. Dead emeralds stared up at him. Screams burst out from around him, before a scream of pure agony and heartbreak was ripped from his lungs and torn through his throat.
—LINE BREAK—
Seconds before, the Weasley's had grouped together, back to back as they defended themselves as one against Dumbledore's foolish followers. They froze as Luna's scream silenced the fighting, quickly followed by Neville's. Turning in the direction the younger Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were looking, they watched in horror as a green light consumed the Dark Lord. Only once it died down, did they stare in confusion, until the man fell with a body on him. Then…shouts of no whistled harshly through the air.
—LINE BREAK—
Fighting beside his parents and Blaise, Draco turned to look at Luna who had found herself stumbling across the bloodied grounds with Neville rushing after her. Her terror filled scream sent shivers down his spine, especially as it silenced and froze the fighting. A roar of no ripped out of his mouth as he watched the boy he loved take the killing curse meant for his father. He collapsed into his own dad's arms, allowing them to wrap comfortingly but tightly around him. He heard the sharp intake of breath coming from his mother and the stifled cry from Blaise. His fathers arms tightened as Tom's scream broke through the atmosphere.
—LINE BREAK—
The Lestrange's were grouped together much like the Weasley's brother's (except Ron of course), Bellatrix was using the Cruciatus curse as usual whilst cackling. Even she froze when the blonde girl's scream tore through the battle. The Lestrange's watched in horror as a young boy took the killing curse aimed at Tom. Screams of 'no' echoed around them and from them.
—LINE BREAK—
Air filled his lungs as he took in a thirsty breath. Gasping and spluttering, he opened his emerald eyes and stared at what appeared to be a white ceiling, although considering the whole room was white, he was unsure as to whether there really was a ceiling or if it was just a glow from the pure white. Stumbling to his feet, he wavered slightly, his legs felt heavy and numb. Jumping in surprise and worry, his emerald eyes met familiar dark ones.
"Are you alright, Damien?" The owner of the eyes and hand asked,
"I…I…yes?" The man gently ushered Damien onto a bench that he could've sworn wasn't there a minute ago.
"I suppose you are rather confused." Stated the man,
"Yes…"
"I believe your father told you of his Horcruxes and how you are one?"
"Yes, sir…"
"Well…I technically am the piece of soul that has been living in your scar-" The man's hand brushed Damien's hair away and lightly fingered the shaped scar,
"-when you took the killing curse for…well your dad -it is rather difficult talking about him when I am in fact a piece of him- it seems that you've been given the opportunity to return to the living or to move on."
"Why? Why didn't the curse just end me altogether?"
"I suspect it is because of me. I believe that I have somehow saved you, so should you move on or return to the living, I shall die."
"Will that effect dad?"
"No child, it won't. While I suspect he will always have his moments of insanity, I am a very small fraction of his soul, nothing of complete significance." He paused and looked at Damien's face, the boy looked extremely innocent and child-like with his wide emerald eyes and sad expression, "Do not be sad young Damien. I am merely a minuscule fragment of his soul, should you return, he will still be there."
"But…but why would you not rejoin dad? Like…like with the Diary Horcrux, I technically killed that piece of soul, but it still returns to dad."
"I do not know." The man -no Horcrux was rather elegant as he lost himself in his thoughts, "I may return to Tom, but I do not believe I would."
"But, I want you to!"
"Sweet child, it is not that simple."
"Dad…he deserves to have a complete soul. He has already been punished enough for his acts." Well…kind of…many wouldn't think Tom has repented enough, but Damien always the hopeful, believed he had.
"You really are something." Murmured the Horcrux as he cupped the boy's cheeks in a loving way, before he shook his head, "You need to make your decision Damien. Do you return to your father or move on?"
"I…I have to go back…" The Horcrux smiled gently and pressed a kiss to Damien's forehead before the boy found himself disappearing from the room,
"Good choice." Was the last thing he heard from the Horcrux that was once embedded in his forehead.
—LINE BREAK—
A sharp inhale caught everyone's attention as it travelled through the wind and across the still silent -well somewhat silent considering Dumbledore was monologuing, bragging and laughing about killing the boy (until Damien rose from the dead) because Albus something-something Dumbledore was a giant bag of dicks.
"Damien?" Tom asked hoarsely as the emerald eyes opened (Tom had closed them), Damien took in the silence and stared at his dad, noticing the tear stains -which explained the odd wet drops on Damien's own face,
"Hi, dad."
"How! How are you alive? You died!" Roared Dumbledore in fury before he started firing spells again at the pair who were still on the ground. An odd barrier appeared around them. It was a shield of pure magic. Tom rose with his son, the shield staying intact as Damien's eyes glowed brighter than normal. The two attacked Dumbledore with everything they had. Thus continuing the fight for everyone.
"Expelliarmus!" Shouted Damien, Dumbledore's wand was sent flying in the air as the youth leapt up and grabbed it, thoroughly confused as the old man screamed in anger -well he seemed more angry about being disarmed than he should be. The wand glowed in his hand for a brief moment. Albus went to grab his first wand and was about to cast a spell when a searing pain echoed through his body. His wand was not on his person as he could not feel the slim piece of wood, but it was still in his hand…which was on the floor with his entire right arm. Dumbledore screamed in agony as the stump where his arm once was bled profusely. He stumbled to his knees. This stopped the fighting. Knowing they had no choice, Albus' followers dropped their wands to the ground and held their arms up in surrender.
Author's Notes:
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