The art of ass-whup
My connection to Riddle lets me know where the fucker's hiding. I can tell that he has Luna. Don't know why, but he does. After leaving Hogwarts, Fred and George apparate to their shop for some 'supplies'.
I'm not even gonna try to convince Mione not to come. Luckily, I can eliminate any chance of a killing curse. She's changed though. As soon as we get to Grimmauld, she disappears into our room. Surprises the fuck out of me when she comes back out with a rapier and basilisk-hide armor.
Tells me that she managed to get back into the CoS in her seventh year. She harvested every piece of that fucking snake. The real shock's the sword though. 'Fencing' is all she'll tell me.
Dobby's gonna be a helluva lot of help in this fight. Little bugger comes out of the kitchen with two knives tied to his waist.
To top it all off, the twins show up with a special treat.
--oo00HPR00oo--
"What the fuck are you doing with those?" demanded Sirius when Fred and George arrived with a large trunk and twin Desert Eagles strapped to their waists.
"Well, what can we say?" asked Fred.
"When it comes to toys..." continued George.
"Muggles know what they're doing." they finished simultaneously.
"What's in the trunk?" asked a skeptical Neville.
"Come and see for yourself."
The other occupants of the house approached the trunk with slight trepidation as George Lifted the lid. Inside was a black object that all but Neville recognized as a muggle assault rifle resting atop a pile of of egg-shaped objects attached to belts.
"Grenades?" asked Hermione, picking one belt of the explosives up.
"Yep! Along with a special little something for our elf friend. Still smiling, Fred reached into the bottom of the trunk and withdrew an eight-inch long, silver tube.
"No..." breathed the resident bookworm as she closely examined the open end of the silver device and the small green crystal locked into place halfway down the interior. "There is no way."
"What?" demanded Neville, increasingly agitated at the lack of knowledge and action.
"We saw a movie last year. In it, a bunch of the characters had these swords made of light. Wicked dangerous. Could cut through almost anything." explained Gred.
"So...we figured that, maybe, we could make a copy using magic." added Forge.
"Unfortunately, nothing we could think of would make the bugger work."
"So we figured that perhaps Dobby could." they stated as Fred tossed the tube to the elf. As soon as the metal touched his skin, a two-foot length of green energy erupted from the end. Dobby's wide eyes became wider as he carefully swung the blade from side to side, everyone hearing the gentle 'whoosh'.
"Time to play a game." rumbled Riddick, smiling darkly.
"What game is that?" asked Hermione as she took one of the grenade belts the twins were passing out.
"Who's the better killer?"
--oo00HPR00oo--
It had been two days since the failed ambush on Potter, and Draco Malfoy was still aching from the Dark Lord's anger. The punishment was worse since he was the only death eater to have returned. Whatever the muggles had shot his team with had killed them instantly, leaving young Mr. Malfoy to take the full brunt of the consequences.
"Filthy half-blood." he muttered as he stormed through his ancestral home. After Potter had somehow infiltrate the Dark Lord's last lair, he had taken up residence in the Malfoy estate.
Throwing open his bedroom door, his anger dissipated slightly at the scene before him. Laying, scantily clad on his bed was his girlfriend. While he wasn't happy that Ginny had taken the dark mark a week ago, it was a relief to have her around more often.
"I've been waiting." she purred.
"I can see that." he answered. Before he could make any move toward her, however, multiple explosions sent dust from the rafters cascading on the platinum blond hair. Not long after, a cacophony of screams erupted from the lower floors.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" demanded the Malfoy heir as he turned and stampeded out of the room, followed closely by the red head. Reaching the top step of the grand staircase that led down into the Malfoy estate entrance hall, the couple could only stare in shock at the scene before them.
The front door was nothing but splinters and dust. Several death eaters were laying sporadically around the entrance hall, screaming in pain as they clutched missing body parts. Looking back to the obliterated door, they were frozen as the rest of the dark forces arrived.
Standing in the settling dust were seven figures. Ginny gasped as the red heads of her twin brothers came into focus. They were not their goofy selves. The smiles adorning their faces were dark. Resting in loosely clenched hands were some kind of silver weapons.
"Guns." she whispered, remembering her father's hobby.
Next to the twins was Sirius Black. The smile on his lips sent chills down the couple's spines. The long sword on his hip glinted in the sunlight that that filtered through the doorway. The long black weapon in his hands seemed to vibrate in anticipation.
If Black's smile was spine chilling, then the anger on the face of Neville Longbottom could freeze the fucking sun solid in fear. The daggers on his belt held nothing over the translucent skin pulled across the massive clenched fists. Neither Malfoy nor Ginny had realized how much Neville had truly changed until this moment.
The last two people in line were none other than Hermione Granger and Harry bloody Potter. Granger was actually making Malfoy drool. She was wearing a skin-tight, acid-green suit of some kind of material that hugged a mouth-watering body. The ornate rapier on her shapely hip shined with a deadly light. Potter was wearing the same out fit Malfoy had seen him in two days ago. His silvery eyes shifted from person to person as his body tensed.
"Merlin!" exclaimed Ginny quietly. "He's gorgeous!"
Malfoy scowled as he tried to see any weapons on the boy-who-lived. Not seeing any, his eyes slid down to the final member of the group. The gray orbs widened in shock as he recognized his old house elf, Dobby. The little elf held a sadistic smile as he deftly twirled a silver tube.
"Potter!" shouted one of the cloaked men in the hall, pulling his wand. Hearing the exclamation, all of the focus shifted to the aforementioned man.
"Where the fuck his my wife?!" demanded Longbottom.
"It doesn't matter, blood-traitor. You won't live to see her. Avada Kedavra!"
Time seemed to stop as everyone waited for the deadly streak of green light. When it never came, a chuckle rumbled through the packed hall. All eyes locked on Potter for a second time as he pulled two daggers from seemingly nowhere. The blades curved from the handles clenched in his fists, down in front of his fingers and past his hand. Various metallic noises emanated from the group as several weapons were pulled. A green light erupted from the house elf's silver object, accompanied by a ominous hum.
"Gentlemen!" declared Dobby in a proud voice, expertly twirling the emerald light. "Let us introduce you to the art of ass-whup."
And thus...the slaughter began.
--oo00HPR00oo--
Lord Voldemort winced as the screams from his followers filtered down to the dungeon. His body was frozen in fear, his eyes focused on the ceiling.
"It appears as though Mr. Potter and my husband have arrived, my lord." Luna's voice pulled the dark lord from his thoughts and he hurled a glare in her direction.
"They will stop when they see you held under my wand." he snarled.
"Believe what you will." was her reply as he gestured for her to precede him out of the cell.
--oo00HPR00oo--
Malfoy couldn't move. He couldn't look away from the spectacle before him. His eyes were riveted. Not even the ear-splitting reports from the muggle 'guns' and the sporadic explosions could break his focus. Black and the Weasley twins kept firing into the crowd of death eaters, not once coming close to hitting their comrades. Potter, Granger, Longbottom, and the filthy elf were cutting a bloody swathe through the sea of black cloaks.
Granger's rapier flashed to and fro with a deadly grace that seemed to radiate a soul-chilling beauty. She flowed from target to target, smoothly rending flesh and bone. What Malfoy now recognized as Basilisk skin armor was rendered useless since no spells were flying. The incantations were being spoken, but no energy came forth.
Potter was brutally efficient. The curved knives slashed and cut, sending geysers of ruby blood flying into the air. His arms never stopped, wrapping around his targets to reach the vital areas. But not even his fighting could match Longbottom's.
The once shy boy bulldozed through the Dark Lord's followers. The daggers on his hips hung, forgotten, as his fists collapsed skulls and caved chests. The blood of no less than ten men were already beginning to dry on his skin, forming a pair of macabre gloves.
It was the house elf that remained the most shocking, however. It seemed to be everywhere at once, the sizzling green beam cutting through whatever or whoever it touched. The stench of burnt flesh mixed with the sights and sounds of the battle to complete the disgusting display.
"Draco!" hissed Ginny, tugging on his arm desperately. "We need to hide. If we're goning to succeed, we must survive."
Malfoy remained comatose. Even as a silver blade erupted from his girlfriend's chest, he didn't move. Ginny gasped as blood entered her longs and tears flowed from her eyes. She managed to turn her head enough to see a mass of curly brown hair. Hermione Granger smiled back sweetly as she leaned into the dying girl's ear.
"That's what you get for fucking with my man, bitch!" she hissed as the red head's eyes closed for the last time.
It was the dark tone that finally pulled Draco from his frozen state. He turned to see Ginny bleeding out on the floor. Slowly, his eyes traveled up the green-clad body before him, taking the time to admire the curves before he reached the cold brown eyes.
"Hello, Malfoy. Sorry, but it seems as though I was the last one to...penetrate your little whore."
"Yeah," came a voice from behind him. "And I doubt that my master would like you staring at his woman. Not that it matters." Before his head could even turn, an impossibly hot...something...traveled the width of his neck. The last image his gray eyes recorded was the slightly sadistic smile that rested on the face of his former servant.
--oo00HPR00oo--
Tom Riddle's already pale face blanched even further when he bore witness to the slaughter in the Malfoy entrance hall. Every one of his minions were dead, their bodies in various states of mutilation.
"H-how?"
"You pissed of two very dangerous men, my lord." The easy comment from his prisoner jerked the dark lord from his shocked state. In a fit of anger, he banished the petulant woman into a nearby wall with a casual flick of his wand. Unfortunately for him, that simple act of retribution garnered him some...unwanted attention.
"Luna!" The angry Bellow instantly gathered Voldemort's full attention and he whipped around. Standing before him were five people. The source of the shout was large man who Riddle instantly recognized as the Longbottom brat. Standing beside him was the bane of the dark lord's ex forces, Harry Potter.
"Potter...I see you have finally decided to show yourself."
"That's a pretty confident tone, Tom-a-hack. Especially for a man standing in a puddle of his minions' blood."
The statement forced Riddle into looking down to see that was, indeed, where he was standing. Looking up, he was just in time to point his wand, tip glowing the green of the killing curse, at the unconscious form of Luna Longbottom. Thus halting the two men's approach.
"Take one more step and the woman di..." his threat was interrupted as a length of razor-sharp metal blossomed from his chest. He looked down to see a thin sword sticking out, coated in his own black blood. Immediately, he sent a burst of magic toward the body behind him. When he heard the person land, he turned to see Potter's mudblood bitch sprawled out on the ground, glaring at him hatefully.
"Did you honestly believe that you could destroy me with a muggle weapon? I am Lord Voldemort! I am immortal! I am the most fe..."
Any other proclamations were muted as two hands clamped on either side of his head. With his body remaining firmly planted, his head was wrenched around. Riddle could feel the bone and cartilage crack as his line of sight was reversed to line up on the silvery eyes of Harry Potter.
"You alright, Mione?" asked Riddick as the body of his enemy crumpled to the blood-soaked floor. The red eyes dimmed, never to see again as he stepped over to his lover.
"Yes. I'm just a little bit sore."
"Tell me about it." the declaration caused the couple to look in Luna's direction. Her face and arms held a deep, purple bruise as Neville helped her to her feet.
"It's over." sighed Hermione, wrapping her arms about Harry's neck.
"Over, it is not. One left there is. Hmm." Every one of the team threw quizzical and disbelieving looks at the house elf as he walked up . Their looks only deepened when they saw him hunched over, using the tube as a make shift cane.
"What?" asked Dobby, seeing their looks. "I know things!"
All eight of those still living looked at each other before laughing. Still chuckling, the group waded their way out of the mansion, leaving the bodies of the dark forces to rot.