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A human life is a story told by God. -Hans Christian Andersen
"There you are! What happened?!" Mrs. Weasley asked, watching as the scared teens ran down the hall of St. Mungos.
"Death Eaters are at the Burrow. Greyback is leading them!" Ron told her quickly, noticing his father and brothers appear. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"AT THE BURROW!" Mrs. Weasley screeched.
"We were able to get out, but Dean's a bit banged up. He's downstairs getting looked at with Seamus and Luna," Harry explained.
Bill pushed through his brothers and looked around, a fearful look in his eyes. "Where's Fleur? She was supposed to stop over to check on you," he said.
An excruciatingly painful pang dealt a hard blow over the three as they went pale again. The night Hermione had almost died flooded through Ron's mind and he suddenly felt numb.
Ron looked up at Bill. "What would you do if Fleur died?" he asked quietly.
He felt Bill stiffen beside him and knew the question had hit home for his eldest brother. They remained silent for a really long time then Bill turned away and Ron could have sworn he saw a tear fall from Bill's face.
"She'll survive," he gritted through clenched teeth before leaving.
After the prolonged silence, Bill grew pale and he grabbed Ron by the shirt roughly, shaking him.
"Where is she?" he demanded again, his eyes begging Ron for an answer he could not give.
Hermione bit her lip, touching Bill's arm as he continued to hold a pale and mute Ron.
"Bill… she didn't know…" Harry tried, eyes on his best friend, begging him to say something.
Bill shook Ron harder, glaring at him and purposefully ignoring Harry, hot tears filling his desperate eyes.
"WHERE IS SHE?"
They all watched as Ron just stared back at his brother, unable to give him an answer. George reached out to take Bill's hand.
"Bill, Harry just said-"
"NO!" Bill shouted, his eyes still boring into Ron's, which were now filling with tears as well. "WHERE IS SHE, RON?! WHERE IS SHE?" he bellowed, but still Ron was unable to answer, the scene of that night playing over and over in his mind.
Angelina lifted a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. "Oh my God…"
Hermione went and rested a hand on Bill's shoulder. "Bill, let him go… please…"
Bill slammed Ron against the wall violently and everyone rushed over to try to get him off of his youngest brother. Hermione jumped back in surprise, eyes wide as the scene became worse.
"WHERE IS SHE? WHAT DID YOU DO??!"
"Bill, Ron didn't do anything!" Harry yelled as Fred, George, Mr. Weasley and Percy tried to pry him off Ron.
Silent tears poured down Ron's cheeks as he stared into the deranged eyes of Bill.
"She's dead."
Though it was hardly audible, everyone heard what Ron said. For a moment it looked as if Bill were about to back down but then he did something no one ever would have thought he'd do.
"NO!"
Ron hit the floor before anyone could stop Bill. It took the combined strength of Fred, George, Percy, Harry and Mr. Weasley to get Bill off of Ron, who welcomed his onslaught without a struggle. Hermione kneeled down beside Ron while Mrs. Weasley watched her eldest son fall apart. At first Bill continued to scream profanities at Ron, but that soon gave way to the wracked sobs of pain that escaped from his throat as he fell to his knees, reality becoming ever so real to him in that moment.
Hermione wiped the blood from Ron's lip as he watched his brother cry. Watched the one brother he looked up to as a mentor fall to pieces. The consuming pain that his brother was going through scared him to no end. Scared him beyond reason.
"Ron… Ron, are you ok?" Hermione asked.
Ron finally tore his gaze from the awful sight to the young woman kneeling beside him, watching him with the utmost concern and a hint of something he couldn't explain. She touched his cheek carefully.
"Are you ok?" she asked again.
Ron just stared at her for what seemed like forever then he turned his gaze back on his brother.
He never wanted to be like his brother…
Pansy was walking down the hall, going over everything Bellatrix had said to Greyback.
"Malfoy doesn't know about this does he?"
Bellatrix smiled. "I pride myself on secrecy, Greyback. You of all people should know that."
"You shag the child and all of a sudden you make the calls," he growled deeply, moving away from the wall and going over to her with deliberate calculation. She turned to him.
"He's not a child anymore, Greyback," she whispered.
"Yet you do things behind his back and protect him like he was one," Greyback hissed, moving around so that he was behind her.
"When you get me what I need, I will tell him," she told him.
Greyback turned her around so that she was pressed up against him. "I will not take orders from a runt," he growled into her ear.
Bellatrix looked into the eyes of evil and smiled. "That isn't your decision," she murmured calmly. "Do what I ask and I promise, you will not have to take orders from him any longer," she whispered before motioning for him to leave.
Greyback's lip curled back to expose dripping white fangs stained with the blood of innocent people.
"I'll be seeing you," he growled before slinking out of the room.
If that whore thought she could get away with killing Draco, then she had another thing coming.
Pansy smirked to herself as she picked up her pace down the dark halls.
"Watch where you're… Draco!" Pansy exclaimed.
The blonde looked over her with little interest as he dusted off his spotless black robes. Pansy hesitated for a moment then coughed.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
"About what?" he asked as he started to walk again. Pansy had to hurry, almost jogging, to keep up with his long strides.
"Bellatrix."
Draco stopped and looked over at her, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"What about her?"
Pansy put her hand on her hip, trying to show him that she wasn't afraid.
"She's going to try to kill you. She's plotting something with Greyback and she's going to kill you."
Draco remained absolutely still for a moment, a slightly pained look coming into his eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice small and raspy.
Pansy frowned, noticing his state of being. "Of course I'm sure. I heard it with my own ears. She said, 'Do what I ask and I promise, you will not have to take orders from him any longer,'" Pansy told him eagerly.
"Is that so?"
Pansy's whole body flinched and the blood was drained from her face when she heard the silky calm voice of Bellatrix Lestrange come to her. She twisted around and came face to face with the older woman, who stood there, her dark eyes blazing with outrage, though nothing else showed her anger.
"Bellatrix," Pansy gasped backing up slightly.
Bellatrix just approached again, eyes still trained on Pansy.
"You've been nothing but a thorn in my side since we arrived here, Parkinson, and it's time we ended it. It's time you died like the bitch that you are," Bellatrix growled, taking out her wand. "Only wands," she added.
Pansy took out her own wand, pointing it at Bellatrix.
"You're the one who's going to die," Pansy managed to say before Bellatrix attacked, firing a curse at her.
Pansy dived out of the way and soon the hallway was filled with dust from the curses hitting the walls. It was painfully obvious that Bellatrix was just teasing Pansy like a cat with a mouse. She'd let Pansy believe she was winning before giving a stunning blow. That's when Pansy made a desperate and utterly stupid move.
She jumped onto Bellatrix and the two came crashing to the floor, wrestling each other for wands while Draco and other men who had heard the commotion watched with excited eyes.
Both Bellatrix's wand and Pansy's wand went flying in the air. Bellatrix was about to get off of Pansy to get her wand when Pansy yanked on her hair and dragged her back down to the ground before scrambling after the wands herself.
Bellatrix lifted her head off the ground watching Pansy as she reached the wands. Bellatrix reached down to her ankle and took out something before getting to her feet and walking over to Pansy, who had just grabbed both wands.
Pansy stood up and turned around.
She gasped in pain as she felt the cool blade being shoved through her ribcage and forced upwards as Bellatrix grabbed her shoulder to make sure the knife went through properly. Bellatrix leaned in to Pansy's ear as her eyes began to cloud over.
"Go to hell," she snarled before yanking the blade out and plunging it into Pansy's neck. As the girl sank to the ground in her own blood, Bellatrix leaned in, her eyes filled with a madness Draco had only seen once. "And tell Lucifer I said hello."
A/N: Somehow, I've grown to hate Bellatrix... and Pansy... but mainly Bellatrix. This was a moment of "whatever". "Let her have some fun."
I told you I start killing people in this story. I've killed two people you all thought would live a little longer... or at least one person why you thought would live a little longer. I bet all of you knew I was going to kill off Pansy some time. I was honestly thinking that I'd have Draco do it, but then I was like, "Bellatrix hates the girl, let her do it."
CHAPTER TEASE!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!
"We have to keep fighting…"
Hermione looked out the window, wiping away the tears.
"For how long, Harry? For how long?"