𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 [Harry James Potter]

Chapter 40: The Chariot

The Chariot

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Grief and Vera weren't all that different but that was probably on account of them being so acquainted with each other. Both a formidable and unwavering entities of darkness.

Rage was like a second skin to Vera, one that her snake-like self would never shed. This just proves how bad the parasitic relationship between Vera and grief is, because, after all, anger is just dressed-up grief.

Until now Vera had been holding back but as the sheer heat of the flames tore the stone bridge leading up to Hogwarts apart, Vera had only one objective... Revenge.

Power could not keep the ones she loved safe it only meant she could avenge them and avenge them she did.

The image of Harry’s limp body was seared into her mind, it replayed like a broken record, over and over again.

She had made a home out of Harry, the only home she ever had and it had been destroyed.

Vera had become unravelled, unhinged, and yet all the more determined on one objective.

Voldemort was in the form of black smoke as he attempted to escape the scarred dragon his daughter rode.

Any surviving Death Eaters apparated away or duelled those who had been rallied up in the courtyard. The battle on the ground led into the great hall, centaurs, and house-elves fought beside students and civilians as Vera had her father in death's grasp.

Vera held onto one of the many spikes that protruded from the white dragon's back.

Her throat felt raw from her screams as she closed in on her father.

In a swift movement between life and death, Voldemort change his course and flew upwards toward the tower where Remus and his group had been posted.

In desperation Voldemort crashed into the stained window of the tower, escaping the flames that escaped the dragon's jaws.

Without a second thought, Vera jumped off the dragon's back and through the broken window.

Vera wordlessly undid the imperious curse so the dragon could fly away safely.

She crashed to the floor, her forehead colliding with the cold pavement as she rolled over the shards of stained glass.

Catching her breath Vera snapped her head up to see a jet of red light being sent her way.

She rolled over, slicing her thigh in the process which gave her the initiative to send the shard of glass toward her father with her telekinetic abilities.

"Stupid girl!" Voldemort turned the glass to dust with a wave of his hand.

Vera didn't give him a chance to recover because her eyes rolled back as she began muttering something under her breath. Voldemort could only catch bits of it, but it was dark, horrendous, and definitely, something that was not taught in this land.