You love me very, very much.
I decided it was mean to post that tiny little evil chapter, so, to make it up to you, I wrote a very long chapter that includes the climax of my story.
Like I said, you love me now.
There will be one final chapter following this, then it's OVER.
Chapter Twelve
Voldemort hadn't gotten very creative with his choice of hiding. He was simply staying at the Malfoy's home. This was very convenient for the group of fighters; however Harry assumed he wanted it that way. Harry, not wanting to wait for a sneaky plan, simply led the group to the door, and was about to knock, when it opened.
Bellatrix Lestrange stood inside. She sighed, "Hello, Potter. This way." They followed her into the house. It was a nice house, furnished nicely, and no doubt covered with pictures of the previous Malfoy's and Slytherien stuff. She quietly led them to a stair case, going down into black darkness. "Who's first?" Harry quickly started down the stair case, the rest following. "Keep going." Harry finally reached the bottom, and suddenly, the room was lit. Deatheaters were everywhere, wearing their usual robes and masks.
"Only one shall go further, to see the dark lord," Bellatrix whispered. "The rest will stay out here, in our company." Bellatrix gestured to the right door to enter and Harry quickly slipped inside. What he saw actually surprised him.
There was another furnished room, including a pool table sitting in the middle, which Peter Pettigrew and both of the Malfoy males were playing on. Voldemort was no doubt sitting in a chair, decorated with carved snakes and swords, higher then the rest.
"We've been waiting for you," Voldemort said, "Welcome."
Harry scanned the room for Cho, and found her absent. "Where is she?"
"Ah, you want to get right to it," Voldemort sighed, "Wormstail, bring her out."
"Yes Master," Peter said, running into another room and dragging out a sack. He opened it and out tumbled Cho Chang.
"Harry!" she cried. She had blood all over her uniform, and her face had a good amount of bruises on it.
"Are you okay?" Harry raced to her, but was stopped by a blast at his leg.
"Not so fast, Potter," the cold voice of Bellatrix said from behind him, as she entered the room.
"No, let the little lovers have there last goodbye," Voldemort said. Cho walked over to Harry and helped him to his feet, hugging him tightly.
"I was so afraid they'd hurt you," Harry whispered.
"They did, sorta, but I knew you'd come," Cho smiled meekly.
"Act normal," Harry murmured, suddenly flinging her to his side and shouting Avada Kedavra, point his wand straight at Voldemort. But somebody knocked both students down, and the spell simply hit the ceiling and faded, as Harry's wand fell from his hand. Lucious, who was the reason for their fall, stood up and grabbed Harry's arm, tugging harshly to his feet and to Voldemort. Voldemort laughed.
"That wasn't very fair, now was it?" Voldemort smiled, looking Harry straight in the eye. He raised his wand threateningly.
"Wait!" Cho cried, "That's not very fair either, now is it?" Voldemort looked at her curiously. Cho looked around the room and locked eyes on the pool table, "I'll play you for him."
"What?" Voldemort asked.
"I'll play pool, for Harry," Cho said. "Unless you're scared?"
"By all means…Wormstail, play with the girl," Voldemort gestured to the pool table, sitting back in his chair. Both took their positions at the table, a cue handed to each.
"I'll bb-reak," Peter stuttered. Cho watched carefully as he did so, knocking a solid 4 into a hole. "You're stripes." He went again, and missed. Cho carefully picked a striped ball, a 12, and hit it in. She aimed again and hit a 13 in. Peter stared angrily at her. She walked around the table and locked eyes on a 15, but missed. Peter yelped with joy. He aimed for a 7, and hit it in. He smiled, hitting both the 6 and 2 in. He continued to hit the 3 in, but missed on the 1. Cho, determined, aimed for a group and hit both the 15 and 11 in, but missed the 14. Peter successfully hit in the 5 and 1, but missed the 8, the last ball. Cho took her chance, and knocked in the 9, 10 and 14, leaving only the 13 and 8 for her still. She aimed, and hit the 13. Now it was a race for the 8.
She tried, and missed. Peter tried, failing also. They continued like this for what felt like forever, until Cho, sure she had the correct placement, aimed for the hit. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Peter hit the white ball away with his wand, in order to keep the game going.
"That's not fair!" Cho screamed. "He cheated."
"My dear," Lucious smiled, "You never specified the rules of the game. Everything's fair."
"Even this?" Cho said grinning, whipping her cue up fast and ramming Peter right in the side of the head, knocking him down. She yanked his wand away as she did so, and threw it smoothly to Harry. Harry caught it, and began his duel with Voldemort.
"Not very smart, girly," Bellatrix whispered, "Giving your wand away? What will you fight with now?"
"This," Cho held up the pool cue.
"What on earth will you do with that?" Bellatrix asked.
"Hit you on the head with it real hard until you die," Cho smiled. In a second, she did three things. She kicked the pool table back, knocking down Malfoy and Lucious, she threw the stick at Bellatrix, and she lunged for Harry's discarded wand. She jumped to her feet and screamed, "Expecto Patronum." Her Patronus instantly appeared.
Bellatrix smirked, "I'm not a dementor."
"Really?" Cho retorted, "You sure could have fooled me." And in that second, she screamed, "Avada Kedavra." And Bellatrix fell. Dead.
"What did you do?" Lucious cursed, getting to his feet and racing over to his sister-in-law. "That's not fair."
"You never specified the rules of the fight," Cho remarked, "Everything's fair." Cho turned to Draco Malfoy. "Nice to see you again, Draco." He laughed and raised his wand.
"Crucio!" he cried.
Cho dived out of the way and screamed, "Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand flew from his hand, and the jolt knocked him down. Suddenly Cho was aware of somebody behind her and she whipped around to find Peter standing up.
"Where's my wand?" he asked.
Cho grinned, "Up your arse, where the rest of your brains are." She grinned wider as she spotted a small object at her feet. "You wanted it," she said, picking up with small 8 ball. "Here you go." She flung it at him, knocking him right in the head. He fell to the ground silently. He was dead, it seemed. She sighed, mumbling to herself, "Since when did I become a murderer…" She shrugged and turned her attention back to Draco, who was now on his feet.
"Nice nap?" she asked.
"You crossed the line by killing my aunt," he muttered.
"You crossed the line by touching my boyfriend. We're even," Cho scowled. "Now pick up your wand and fight." He did so and aimed a curse right at her, but missed.
"I'll kill you, Chang," he swore, "If it's the last thing I do."
"Not if I kill you first!" Cho said, aiming a curse at him, missing also.
"As much as I want you dead," Draco hissed, "I'd rather see that pretty little face of yours contort as you feel pain, so…Crucio!" Cho tried to dive, but failed.
But before the curse could hit her, somebody flew in front of her, sparing her the pain.
"Harry!" she cried. He fell to the floor and wiggled in agony. She lifted her wand, "Imperio!"
She threw Draco across the room, then knelt down to Harry. "Are you okay? Harry? Harry?"
"I…love…you…" he whispered.
"Stay with me," Cho ordered, "Don't leave me."
"Promise me…" Harry whispered, "You'll move on…won't mourn over me…"
"I can't make that promise," she said, tears filling her eyes, "Don't die." Cho leaned down and kissed him.
"Aw, isn't that adorable? Potter's dying and his true love gives him one last kiss," Voldemort murmured from his place a few feet away.
"You think you're so powerful," Cho said, "That you have everything. But you don't. You don't have love, or care. Nobody loves you. Nobody ever will."
"Are you trying to distract me girl?" he asked.
"No," Cho smiled, "I'm just informing you that when you die, and you will today, you are dying old, alone, and unloved."
"And you're going to kill me?" he asked.
Cho stood, raising her wand. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."
But, Cho lowered her wand as Voldemort sent the Crucio spell at her. She wreathed on the floor in pain, her breath going out of her. She took a huge amount of air as he paused.
"No fight left?" he asked. "Imperio." He flung her across the room, ramming her into the wall. She tumbled to the floor, coughing violently. Then he threw her up and banged her on the ceiling, letting her fall to the ground.
"No," Cho said, spitting out blood, "I've got fight. It's too bad that your death will be rather anti-climactic. I always thought you'd go out with a bang, not get killed by a girl from Hogwarts. I imagine your think yourself a great wizard. Well, Dark Lord, anybody can be a great wizard if they can handle a wand correctly." She lifted her wand, and screamed at the top of her lungs, with so much force that even he couldn't stop her, "Avada Kedavra."
And he was dead.
She looked frantically at her love, "HARRY?"
I do realize it's unlikely that Cho could take on so many people, but it's a fanfiction, so, touch luck.
I want many, many reviews on this. I wrote all morning so I could post this. So reviews, please.
If I don't get enough, I might not post the end…gasp!