This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter universe, which are trademarked by J.K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership of these characters nor the locations such as Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, etc. that are Rowling's creations. This work also includes Pokémon, which belong to the Pokémon Company, and I again claim no ownership of these characters.

I thank both Rowling and the Pokémon Company for the universes they have created that allows me to do something like this for my own entertainment and, hopefully, the entertainment of the readers.

Harry was frozen in shock.

"Sirius."

Bellatrix laughed.

"Shadow Ball, Banette," she crooned and Harry just stood there dumbly, not even considering the horrible attack that flew his way. His mind was blank, his body cold.

Sirius.

"Abomasnow, go!" Remus's voice cut through the fog and Harry felt something shatter within him as the hulking form of Abomasnow appeared before him, taking the attack in his stead. All of a sudden the room came back to life, the volume almost seeming to turn up back to normal, and something stirred inside him.

She'd killed him, a small voice said in his head, as though in disbelief. She'd killed Sirius.

And then anger rose within him, fiery and spiteful.

"Charizard, Flamethrower!" Harry commanded, forgetting all about Serperior and Rhydon at his back and focusing all his anger and hate towards the woman laughing in front of him.

Bellatrix shrieked, though in laughter rather than pain, as she skipped away from the blasts of fire, laughing as she flounced her way up the stone steps, Banette chittering at her side.

"Shadow Ball, please," she instructed sweetly and Kingsley, having stepped out in an attempt to stop her, was forced to take cover behind his Slowking as the powerful ghost type attack slammed against his shields.

All the while Bellatrix continued on, looking unperturbed by the battles around her as she skipped up the last few steps and flounced over to the exit. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at the devastation she had left behind, and blew a mocking kiss before she and Banette disappeared from view.

Harry ran after her.

"Harry! No!" Remus cried, attempting to catch him but Harry slipped through the older man's grip, running up the stairs two at a time, unable to focus on anything but catching up with Bellatrix and making her pay.

Up ahead Charizard was blasting fire into the corridor indiscriminately but, from the echos of Bellatrix's maniacal laughter, she had found some way to block it.

Charizard only stopped his attack once Harry had caught up to him and immediately Harry went sprinting off after Bellatrix. The tunnel was smoulderingly hot as Harry followed the sounds of Bellatrix's laughter, Talonflame swooping in after him, leaving Charizard to scrabble and claw his way into the opening, the tunnel much too small to accommodate the enormous fire type Pokémon.

Up ahead Harry could just make out Bellatrix's silhouette in the light at the end of the tunnel as it suddenly disappeared and Harry sent Talonflame off after her, determined she could not get away.

He burst into the room beyond, sweat dripping from his brow, dirt and grime caking his features. The Magikarp tank was instantly noticeable, as Malfoy had promised, but it wasn't the only thing as Harry came to a sudden stop.

"Don't move, Potter," Bellatrix told him and, held in front of her as a human shield, sharp, deadly knife digging into her throat, was Ginny.

Bellatrix cackled. "Not so brave now, are you, Potter?" She smirked. "Now do everything I tell you and I might not slit little Red's throat."

Harry stayed completely still, fighting against his impulses as he felt the blood pound through his head. He'd already lost Sirius to this madwoman, he would not lose Ginny too. His eyes darted around the room.

There wasn't much for inspiration but a quick look did answer some of Harry's questions. Against the wall nearby leaned Ron, his face pained, both physically and emotionally it seemed as he looked rather battered and broken, watching his sister's situation with sheer panic in his eyes. In his arms slumped Luna, unconscious, though hopefully just that, a small trail of blood running from her forehead.

Out of the three Hogwarts students Ginny looked the most healthy, and despite her vulnerable position her eyes still burned with determination, though the fear in them was just as clear.

Harry stepped forward.

"Ah, what did I say about moving?" Bellatrix snapped, pointing her knife at him and stopping him in his tracks. "Another step and she dies." The knife returned to Ginny's throat.

Harry stayed perfectly still.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, trying to remain calm. He could not lose his cool now.

"For you to come with me," Bellatrix told him. "For you to walk away quietly, and accompany me to the Dark Lord." Harry swallowed.

"Then we can make a deal," Harry told her. "You let Ginny go and I come quietly."

"Harry don't." Bellatrix tightened her hold on Ginny as the redhead protested and she fell silent, terrified. Bellatrix smiled.

"He's such a sweet boy, isn't he, Red," she crooned. "So heroic, giving his life for yours." Bellatrix turned her attention to Harry. "Sirius would be so proud," she said, a malicious smirk on her face. "Giving yourself up for a damsel in distress. Like godfather, like godson."

Harry swallowed hard.

"Just let her go, Bellatrix," Harry said harshly, trying hard to hold on to the untethered ropes of his anger. "Let her go and I'll come quietly."

Bellatrix smiled. "No," she said, and she dug in the blade.

Ginny gasped, her eyes widening in shock, a small trickle of blood leaking out from beneath the knife, Bellatrix's eyes gleaming ecstatically.

"Wait, stop," Harry said, his voice a panic as he stepped forwards. Bellatrix's eyes flashed.

"You're moving, Potter," she hissed and Harry immediately stepped back as though burned. As hard as it was to watch Ginny be tortured like this he knew it would only be worse if he did not listen to what Bellatrix told him to do.

"I don't accept your deal, Potter," Bellatrix smirked, seemingly satisfied now that Harry had stepped back. "Unlike Lucius I won't allow you to dictate terms. Do as I say or Red faces the consequences."

Harry had no doubt she wasn't kidding. He nodded sharply.

"Good," she crooned. "First thing's first, return your Pokémon."

Talonflame had been hovering just a few feet away from him, like Harry brought up short by Bellatrix's hostage, and Harry quickly recalled him to his Pokéball.

"And Charizard?" Bellatrix questioned.

"Stuck in the Death Chamber," Harry told her. Why oh why had he not thought to return Charizard before he left. With Pikachu in Moody's possession all he had left to fight was Talonflame.

Bellatrix was smiling. "Good. Now take your belt, and throw it away." Harry had never got around to reattaching his belt, having carried it in one hand throughout his battles and his pursuit of Bellatrix. Now, reattaching Talonflame's Pokéball, he tossed it across the room.

The Magikarp in the tank glubbed away obliviously.

"Okay," Harry said. "I've given up my Pokémon. Now let her go and you can take me hostage instead." Bellatrix's mischievous grin put Harry on edge. "You can't take us both," he warned her. "The Legion will be here any minute. Just take me and no one will stop you."

There was silence for the longest time. Bellatrix seemed to be considering Harry's words carefully, as though expecting there to be some kind of ruse. But Harry had none, but for the tiniest sliver of hope that he might be able to delay Bellatrix long enough for the Legion to catch up.

"There's nothing I can do," Harry told her desperately. "I've given up my Pokémon. You've got Banette here somewhere, I assume." Banette was nowhere in sight but Harry doubted it wasn't present. "I'm surrendering. A full surrender." And Bellatrix seemed to believe him.

"Hands where I can see them," she snapped and Harry quickly lifted them into the air. "Step forward slowly. Slowly."

Harry did so and he started to wonder if Bellatrix was somehow worried about him overpowering her. He was about the same size, his shorter stature made up for by his broader shoulders, and he was in reasonably good shape. Was she worried he might turn the knife on her?

Whatever it was she was worried about she was proceeding very cautiously, but unfortunately for her she was focusing on the exact wrong target. As Bellatrix brought her knife from Ginny's neck to point at Harry instead, blood dripping slowly from the blade, her grip on the girl was weakened and Ginny lashed out.

"Ah! Bitch!" Bellatrix screamed in rage, looking down almost disbelievingly at where Ginny had kicked her violently in the shin. "Skank!" The red head had fallen away from Bellatrix upon separation, stumbling and crawling away as Ron, pushing past Luna's dead weight, moved to release a Pokémon. "Get back here!"

"Beldum!"

A flash of blue whizzed by, catching everyone by surprise and Bellatrix square in the stomach. Her eyes widened comically as she stumbled backwards, Beldum continuing to push to prevent her from regaining her balance.

And then Beldum began to glow.

"Metang!" The evolved Pokémon cried as Bellatrix finally found her feet, kicking out at the Pokémon and slashing her knife dangerously, though the weapon only glanced harmlessly off Metang's steely body. With crazed eyes Bellatrix stepped forward.

A roar stopped her in her tracks. From behind them the latest arrival made its appearance as Charizard poked his head through the doorway, having scrabbled and clawed his way down the whole length of the corridor. Charizard hooked his claws through the doorway, pulling his upper body into the light, and, seeing Bellatrix standing before him, knife held dangerously in her hand, he let loose a blast of fire.

Bellatrix leapt back, the fire scorching a path across the room, separating it in two, Harry and the others on one side, Bellatrix trapped on the other.

Bellatrix watched for a moment, her countenance growing worryingly calm, and she caught Harry's gaze through the flames. With a small, satisfied smirk, Bellatrix opened up the door beside her, and left.

Harry could barely wait for the flames to die.

"Harry, what?"

But Harry didn't hang around long enough to answer Ron's question, quickly scooping up his belt and, once the fire was mere embers scorching the ground, making for the doorway, pointing a Pokéball back at Charizard. "Charizard, return."

He left behind his friends, hurrying quickly through the door he'd seen Bellatrix leave by, and found himself back in the circular room once more. Fortunately he didn't have to check all the doors to find the way out, Bellatrix hadn't bothered to close it behind her, and he could hear her voice in the corridor beyond, laughing her way to freedom.

"I killed Sirius Black," she chanted and Harry rushed after her, entering the corridor just as Bellatrix walked into a waiting elevator. She smirked when she saw him and blew a kiss as the elevator doors started to close.

"Talonflame, Fire Blast!" Harry shouted and Talonflame burst forth, streaming down the length of the corridor with a war cry, a five pronged blast of flame scorching its way before him, reaching Bellatrix and the elevator just as the elevator doors clanged shut.

"Come on," Harry muttered impatiently, jabbing at the button to call for the lift and ignoring the heat the metal door was emitting. The elevator returned a few moments later, and with Bellatrix noticeably absent Harry hurried inside, Talonflame swooping after him and landing on his shoulder. Harry pressed the button for the atrium.

"When the doors open you need to move fast," Harry said hurriedly to Talonflame, looping his belt back into his trousers. "She'll have a head start on us. You'll need to slow her down until me and Charizard can catch up." Harry grabbed hold of Charizard's Pokéball, practically able to feel his partner Pokémon waiting inside.

The elevator dinged. The doors opened. Talonflame soared free and Harry ran after him, Charizard's Pokéball at the ready.

Wham!

Something hard collided viciously with Harry's hand and Charizard's Pokéball went flying from his grasp. It soared through the air, landing many meters away with a loud clatter, then it lay still.

Harry did not go after Charizard's Pokéball. He knew he'd never get there.

Lord Voldemort stood before him, standing clear as day in the empty Ministry atrium, his eyes watching him with a cool yet satisfied look. The look of a man knowing he had his enemy beat.

"Harry Potter," he spoke, his cold voice shattering the silence. "We meet again."

Harry did not say anything in response. He could not. He could only watch with a sickening feeling in his stomach as the Arbok, Nagini, slithered across the marble floor to her master's side. Standing at Voldemort's back was Bellatrix, smirking triumphantly, Banette at her feet. The soft beat of wings signalled Talonflame's return to Harry's side.

At least he was not totally alone.

Voldemort surveyed Harry with interest, as though surprised by his silence. "No words, Potter?" He asked. "I remember you had rather a lot to say when last we met. Just where is that Gryffindor bravery?"

Harry swallowed. He had none. He was trapped. Though standing in an open space, a space where anyone could happen upon him and help, he was there with the worst two people he could imagine. There was nothing he could do. Fight and he'd surely lose. Run and he would surely lose Charizard. Terror at that thought kept him rooted to the spot.

Voldemort looked disappointed. "What did you do to him, Bella?"

"Nothing, my lord, as you commanded," Bellatrix said gleefully. "My traitor cousin on the other hand…" A cruel smile spread across Voldemort's face.

"Ah, I see," he smirked. "You cared for the convict Black, didn't you? So foolish. You should know by now that the more people you care for the more vulnerable you become."

Harry clenched his teeth, hating every word for the one simple fact that it was all true. Had it not been for his grief he wouldn't have been here. Had it not been for Sirius's death he wouldn't have been so close to seeing him again.

Voldemort looked amused. "Well, we don't have all day," he said casually. "Bella, do you have the prophecy?" Bellatrix's gleeful expression turned into a snarl.

"He destroyed it, my lord. Potter." She spat. "He threw it through the Veil, my lord." Voldemort's face was a stone cold mask.

"Is that true?" He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

It wasn't true, of course, but it was close enough that there was no point correcting him. Harry nodded.

"Do you understand what you have done?" Voldemort pressed, suppressed anger leaking out of every word. At his feet Nagini hissed.

Harry shook his head.

"So you did not hear the prophecy then," Voldemort surmised, looking at Harry as though he was a puzzle. "You did not witness the memory of the time plant."

Harry shook his head again.

Voldemort seemed disappointed. "Very well," he said. "I was planning on torturing the prophecy out of you but if you do not know… And what does it matter? Once you are dead the prophecy will be worthless. And maybe once I've finished with you and conquered this world I can take Giratina's realm too and find that prophecy once more. But for now… Nagini, kill him."

Nagini coiled up and sprang forward.

"Ho-oh!"

Burning flames erupted between them, so hot that even Harry, filled with the freezing frost of despair and grief, flinched backwards. On the other side Nagini drew back, hissing indignantly, and as one all eyes moved upwards as Fawkes the Ho-oh soared overhead.

"You shouldn't have come here tonight, Tom."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "Dumbledore."

Albus Dumbledore walked calmly into view, looking like this was no more unusual an occurrence than going down for breakfast each morning. He did not flinch as Voldemort and Bellatrix turned to him, ignoring Harry completely, and stopped a short distance away.

"Yes, it is I," Dumbledore announced calmly, his tone in stark contrast to the venomous looks he was receiving and the greedily burning fire that still blockaded Harry from Voldemort's path.

"So you decided to show yourself," Dumbledore said conversationally. Fawkes circled high above him. "Undoubtedly you must have become aware of the calamity your attempted mission had become and thought it best to step in."

"If you want something done right then do not entrust it to someone else," Voldemort said with narrowed eyes.

"An attitude I find neither healthy nor helpful," Dumbledore told him. "It has long been apparent, Tom, that trust is among your greatest of weaknesses. You have none in your followers and so limit yourself to only what you can achieve. Tom…"

"Stop calling me that name," Voldemort spat angrily. "I discarded that name long ago when I discarded the man who gave it to me. I outgrew the name, transcended it, and become powerful and strong as Lord Voldemort."

"That might be the way you see it," Dumbledore said sadly. "But I've seen young men waste themselves in pursuit of the superficial and the needless. I know what it looks like. Never forget that I was there in the beginning, Tom."

"But you will never see the end!" Voldemort shrieked in outrage. "There will be no end. I will live. Forever! And you, Dumbledore, will die." And Nagini, who had been slithering up silently towards Dumbledore, body pressed flat to the ground, pounced.

Harry tried to shout a warning but it did not matter as Dumbledore miraculously disappeared on the spot. It was only when the aged man reappeared, this time on the other side of the atrium, that Harry spotted the Alakazam that had appeared at his side.

"I see," Dumbledore said softly, even as Voldemort and Bellatrix whirled around to face him. "If that's the way it's got to be." And he looked up and inclined his head.

Fawkes soared down onto the battlefield, fire billowing everywhere, and Nagini hissed and writhed, dodging the Ho-oh's attempts to catch her and twisting between the bursts of flame that issued from the legendary Pokémon's feathers.

Across the way Dumbledore's Alakazam found himself waylaid by Bellatrix's Banette, the ghost type holding him back as he attempted to close in on an infuriated, and vulnerable, Voldemort.

Meanwhile, Harry saw his chance. Charizard's Pokéball was left well alone, unnoticed in the drama of Dumbledore's arrival, and Harry ran for it, somewhere in the back of his mind realising that they had, perhaps, an opportunity, an incredible one, to capture Voldemort himself. If only Harry could call on Charizard for help.

"Ah ah, no you don't Potter." Harry didn't see Bellatrix, hadn't realised she'd noticed his break for it, but he did notice when a beam of red light cut in front of him and a Pokémon appeared in his path, stopping him in his tracks.

It was a Mawile, and it struck him silly for the sheer fact that he had not realised, until now, that Bellatrix had more than one Pokémon. It stood before him, looking up at him innocently, and Harry had no idea what to do.

"Talon!"

Fortunately Talonflame kept his wits about him and, as Harry slowed to a stop, Talonflame soared past him, eyes on Charizard's Pokéball.

Harry only had the briefest of warnings, as Mawile's eyes narrowed, of what was about to happen. As Talonflame flew overhead, keeping some distance, but not much, from the steel and fairy type, Mawile launched itself into the air, revealing a set of concealed jaws which bit down sharply, causing Talonflame to cry out in pain.

"Talonflame!" Harry shouted, running forward, and Mawile quickly released its prize and met him halfway. Mawile's Iron Head attack struck him in the midriff and caused him to crumple, all the air forced from his lungs.

A battle was going on around him, Harry not able to see but able to hear instead the cries of Talonflame and Mawile exchanging blows as he struggled to recover from Mawile's attack. He was able to pull himself up onto all fours, coughing, and as he did so he spotted Charizard's Pokéball.

It was only a matter of feet away and Harry's pulse quickened. Glancing round he saw Talonflame occupying Mawile's attention, firing down attacks and staying just out of reach of Mawile's powerful jaws.

Harry made a break for it. Rising to his feet he took the couple of steps needed before he threw himself at Charizard's Pokéball, grasping it firmly in his hand.

A mere moment later Harry was bowled over, a destructive force crashing into him and knocking him to the ground. Harry tried to wriggle free, twisting and turning and flinching back as Mawile's jaws came mere millimetres from snapping in his face. An Ember attack from Talonflame gave him some space and, ignoring the burning of the fire on his skin, Harry fought free and delivered a vicious kick, knocking Mawile back, before opening Charizard's Pokéball.

Charizard rose again and Harry collapsed back to the ground, gratefully leaving it to Charizard as he felt every single bump and bruise, burn and cut he'd received that night and lay empty on the ground. The familiar heat of Charizard comforted him, the war cry of Talonflame told him he was safe, and Harry closed his eyes wishing it could all be over.

"Oh my word," a high pitched voice sounded, so out of place that it caused Harry to open his eyes and sit up. "What's going on here?"

Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Pokémon, was looking wide eyed at the devastation that encompassed the whole atrium. He looked tiny and ridiculously out of place, dressed in a dressing gown of all things, but the men behind him were alert.

Auror Dawlish stepped forward.

"It's him," he gasped, sounding more expressive than Harry had ever heard him. "You-know-who." Then his eyes narrowed. "Aurors, get him!"

Voldemort hissed in rage. "Nagini." The poison type pounced, spraying deadly toxins in the direction of the approaching aurors and forcing them into a defensive formation. With a jerk of the head Voldemort directed Bellatrix to him, Nagini slithering to his side as Banette and Mawile disentangled from their battles to join their trainer.

The group retreated, backing up against the wall, and from across the room Harry and Voldemort's eyes met. Then, a moment later, Voldemort, Bellatrix, and their Pokémon, were gone.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed.

Thanks to those of you who answered the question of the day. It seems like Sirius, Fred and Dobby were the most impactful deaths and I have to say I'd agree with that. Reading the reviews reminded me of just how many main characters actually died, which was more than a bit depressing, but it just goes to show how good the books are that we cared so much about these characters dying, even some like Colin who didn't really have much of the limelight.

QOTD: What is your favourite legendary Pokémon?

Given Fawkes's arrival and the effect of the veil of Giratina this seemed like a good time to ask this question.

For me it is Rayquaza. I've never caught or even battled a Rayquaza in any Pokémon game before but it is just such a cool looking Pokémon. Its shiny is amazing and the fact that it can Mega Evolve without a Mega Stone and it has its own signature move just adds to how incredible this Pokémon is.

Saying that I would also give credit to Mewtwo as well. Its story is just heartbreaking and in my mind the first Pokémon movie with him in it is still the best after all this time.

So, what do you think? Which is your favourite legendary? Let me know in the reviews.