she wouldn't.
(a tonksbella moment)
(all is lost for one by emerald)
Bellatrix chases after her, breathing profoundly and sending curse after curse – Crucios and Stupefys and Avada Kedavaras. Brilliant red-and-green lights fling themselves about the hall, and Tonks wildly thinks of Christmas… her son hasn't even been past his first yet…
A jet of emerald light shoots toward her, it is too close, too close, and then she stumbles, narrowly avoiding it as it goes whizzing past, hitting a suit of armour and deflecting back.
Bellatrix cackles behind her, and brandishes her wand, ready for more cursing.
Tonks suddenly turns around, defiant. She would run no longer.
(the moment freezes)
A scarlet beam, a definite Crucio, hangs in the heavy air between them, and a woman not so far away is screaming, screaming --
(why are you after me?)
Nymphadora searches her aunt's eyes, attempting to discover a glimmer of Andromeda, a hint of sympathy, mercy, or even pity – but could find none in those cold black eyes, so unfeeling, so dark, like little black opals.
(do you know me?)
The question dangles in the air, suspended by the silence between them. Neither are saying a word, yet there is some connection between their sober faces, their steely eyes.
(I'm your niece)
Yet the eyes stare warily at Tonks as if she was a stranger, as dark light suddenly shadows her face, and the moment breaks.
"You… are… no… niece… of… mine!" Bellatrix shrieks, "I don't have any nieces!" She looks murderous – her hair us flying up in strands, eyes shooting daggers, chin high up. She points her long, willowy wand straight at Tonks' unnaturally long nose. "CRUCIO!"
Yet Tonks makes no sound, no whimper as the red luminosity hits her, she merely collapses – her legs giving way, and she ends up sitting on the icy marble floor.
Bellatrix moves in for the final spell.
"You wouldn't," Tonks whispers, her eyes aglow with some sort of defiance.
Bella's lips curl into a small sneer. "Who says?"
The emerald glow illuminates Tonks' graying hair as she falls.
Bellatrix stares as the body goes limp, and leaves.
Merry Christmas, Cuba:)
Thank my sister for rereading this: or it would be like this:
Quote: You… are… niece… of… mine!" Bellatrix shrieks, "I don't have any nieces!"
hehe, yeah. Come on, I was tired!
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