Chapter Thirty: Der Letzte Tag

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The underlined portions are taken directly from the novel; I do not own those parts. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be different from my other stories. This picks up where "The Heart of Everything" and "The Heart of Everything: Shallow Bay" left off. The time in the books also changes. So, pay attention the time, so you don't get confused. Some of the chapters are other Marcus Flint/Katie Bell stories, just with more changes and deleted scenes added.

Time: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship

Rating: PG-13

Italics: Dream

Marcus exited his family's manor in Dover and Apparated to Katie's house. Even though, he had turned of age last summer, the effects of this method of travelling still bothered him. He rested his hands on his knees on as attempted to regain himself.

After a few moments, he walked up to the Bell's two story home. It was just a simple place with nothing fancy. He could see the Christmas tree shinning through the window. He raised his fist and knocked on the front door. He stepped back and waited.

Katie opened the door within seconds. "Hey," she stepped back to let him. Her long blond hair was loose. She was wearing a blue and white sweater that brought out her blue eyes. "I was not sure if you were going to make it."

"They will not miss me for a few hours." Marcus's extended family was so large and they really did not know how was present at family gatherings and who was not.

Katie looked at him. "Okay, then." She stepped toward the living room. "I will tell them that you are here and we can go up to my room for a bit. Take your coat off too," she called as she disappeared into the room.

Marcus shrugged his coat off and draped it over his arms. He felt extremely awkward around Katie's family. He was not sure what they thought of him yet.

Katie came back out. "Okay." She led the way upstairs.

Marcus followed closely behind her. Once they reached the room, Katie shut the door behind them and turned on the light.

She went over to her desk and picked up a package. "This is for you." She handed it over to him.

Marcus nodded his thanks as he opened it. Inside there was a pair of gloves and a thick book.

"I am getting sick of holding your cold hand and I thought that you would find it very entertaining to read a Muggle fantasy."

It was a little known fact that he did actually read. "The Lord of the Rings," Marcus read slowly. He had never heard of it.

"It is a very good series," Katie said.

Marcus nodded and handed her gift. He was just going to have to take her word on the book.

Katie opened it and gasped. She was holding the bear and looking at the locket around its' neck. She took the locket off the neck. "Will you put it on me?"

Marcus walked to her and brushed her hair aside. He clasped the chain together.

She turned to him. "I did not put anything inside," he said.

Katie nodded. "I will just have to find something." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Marcus said back.

She deepened the kiss as the soft tune of "Jingle Bell Rock" drifted up through the floor. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss. "We had best get downstairs before Dad comes up here and threatens to murder you in your sleep."

Marcus laughed.

Katie started toward the door. "Oh, the bear is the same one you got me last year."

Marcus followed her. "Oops."

Katie gave Marcus a small smile. "Marcus, you need to go back."

Marcus looked at the gifts and looked back up at her with a confused expression. "Go back where?"

"To the world you belong in."
Marcus blinked.

Katie shoved him forward. "You have to go."
Marcus blinked as he stumbled forward.

"Don't let this be, der letzte tag."
Marcus frowned. What did that mean?

"Der letzte tag," Katie repeated.

"I know what that mean," Marcus pleaded. "Just tell me!"

Katie shook her head. Her blue eyes were big.
Marcus took a step forward. "Katie?"
Katie gave him one final push before the world changed.

Bellatrix bent down next to Marcus and smirked at him. "Does that hurt?"

Marcus didn't answer. He was fighting the urge to black out.

Bellatrix drew back her foot and kicked Marcus in the side. Marcus could not contain himself and let out a cry of pain, which earned him a round of cheers from the Death Eaters.

"Let me have him," Greyback hissed.

Bellatrix put her hand up to block Greyback, who was making a toward Marcus. "Leave him to die. He's probably only got an hour, so we might as well make him suffer."
Greyback's beady eyes focused on Marcus. "And if he lasts longer than that?"

Bellatrix gave Marcus an evil smile. "He's all you."

"You'd better last longer than that, I want to have some fun with you."

Marcus's gulped. He really didn't want to die. Pain was shooting through his body as he watched them walk away. He really didn't want to die here. Gasping in pain, Marcus forced himself up onto his uninjured side.

There was a tree a few metres away. If he could just make it that, then he could came up with a plan. Those two metres were the longest metres in Marcus's life. Once he made it there, he sat up gasping against the tree with one hand on his side and the other on his stomach.

His heart sank as he realized that he was nowhere close to the Apparition zone. He pulled his shirt and robes back him as he looked around. He had to think quick because he could literally feel his life pouring out of him.

The ground was covered in blood, too much blood. His vision was getting fogging and black dots covered most of his eyes. He blinked, hoping it would clear his vision, but nothing changed.

A hand covered Marcus's mouth causing him to jump. Marcus felt his heart race. It hadn't been an hour already? He had more time, he just knew it!
"It's just me," his father's voice filled Marcus's head.

Marcus gulped as he struggled to look around.

Brad's face filled Marcus's vision. "Marcus, I need you to look at me."
Marcus blinked as he fought to get his vision in focus.

"Marcus, please."
Marcus finally got to the point where he could see all of Brad's face.

Brad ran his hand along Marcus's face. "It's okay. You're going to be alright," he whispered. "I'm going to have to pick you up and run."

Marcus just nodded, not believing his dad that everything was going to be okay; nothing was ever going to be the same again. He knew this was going hurt.

Brad bent down and picked up his son. He winced slightly as Marcus let out a cry of pain, the cry went right to his heart. Hurting a his blood was the hardest thing in the world. There was no time to be gentle. Brad had no idea where the Death Eaters or when they would appear.

Brad took off running into the woods and did not stop until the Malfoy property was out of line. He knelt down and laid Marcus gently down. Marcus's eyes were losing focus.

Brad snapped his fingers in Marcus's face. "Stay with me."
Marcus blinked, which Brad took as a good sign.

Brad looked at Marcus's bloodied front. "Move your hands."
Marcus looked wide eyed at his father.

Brad reached from Marcus's hands. "Marcus, I've got to look," he whispered as he moved Marcus's hands and putting them on the ground.

Brad reached from the hem of Marcus's shirt and started to lift it up. Marcus tried to pull away from Brad, but Brad held him down with ease.

The shirt's material was sticking to the wound on Marcus's stomach. Brad tried to be as gentle as possible as he worked the material lose. The entire time Marcus was trying not to cry out. Brad's heart sank when he saw Marcus's stomach. It was deep, much too deep for Brad to do anything about it.

Marcus's eyes were drifting shut.

Brad gently slapped Marcus. "Don't you dare close your eyes."

"I'm trying not to," Marcus whispered. His voice was soft and shaking.

Brad pulled up the side of Marcus's shirt. He looked at the side wound, which wasn't as deep as the stomach wound. It appeared to have missed Marcus's heart.

Brad pulled Marcus's shirt down. "You can put your hands back up."
Marcus's right hand briefly touched Brad's own. Brad frowned as the coldness raced through his body. "Marcus, are you cold?"

Marcus didn't answer.

Brad lifted Marcus up and held him close. Marcus was shaking. "Marcus?"
"Maybe."
Brad rolled his eyes. If Marcus still had a sense of humour, it meant that he was still with Brad. Brad held Marcus closer to him, hoping that his own body heat would offer Marcus a little warmth.

While still holding Marcus, Brad reached into his own pocket and pulled out his mobile. He punched in Jasmine's number.

"Hello?" Jasmine said after she picked up.

"I've got him and he's hurt," Brad said.

Jasmine paused. "Okay, what do you need to me do?"
"I have the chest and I'm going to try to take him to Nathanial's." Brad looked down at Marcus who's breathing had grown weaker.

"I'll use the other one to meet you there."

"Okay," Brad answered. "And Jasmine?"
"Yes?"
Brad looked back down at Marcus, who had slipped into unconsciousness. "Don't be too long."
"I won't."
Brad took the box out of his other box and picked Marcus up. He only hoped that Marcus held on long enough for them to get help. Brad stepped into the box and soon the English countryside disappeared leaving them in a world of darkness.

Brad stumbled forward as he entered Nathanial's hours.

Nathaniel nodded toward the bed. "Put him down there."

"Lay him down him," Nathaniel said.

"He's lost a lot of blood," Brad said as laid Marcus down.

Nathaniel nodded as Jasmine stepped into the room.

Jasmine pushed Katie and Demi to the side as she made her to Marcus's side.

Nathaniel was pulled up Marcus's shirt and looking at the wounds. His forehead was filled with deep frown lines. He took out his wound and moved it up and down Marcus's body, muttering something under his breath.

Jasmine went to Nathaniel and joined him.

Brad looked nervously on. The wounds were not getting smaller.

Jasmine looked up at Nathaniel. "It's poison, isn't it?"

Nathaniel took a deep breath. "Yeah and it's getting closer to his heart."

Jenna came into the room carrying a bowl of water.

Nathaniel handed Katie and Brad some washcloths. "Clean the wounds and keep an eye on him."
Katie nodded. "Where are you going?"
"To see if any of my books have anything to slow the poison down."

Brad wasn't sure if it was wise for both of them to be leaving, but they did have the most knowledge on these kinds of things.

Brad bent over Marcus. He really didn't want to ask the next question. "What happens if you don't find something?"

Jasmine and Nathaniel looked at each other.

"Then, he will die," Jasmine whispered.

With one final look, they walked out of the room.

I know, I know cliff hanger. I hope to have new chapters up September or October. The next part will only be ten chapters. Thanks for reading! Oh, almost forgot, der letzte tag is German for the last day.