Harry Potter- The New Prophecy

Battle At The Burrow

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Sirius's cousin, while every other wizard took out their own wands, all ready for a fight. Looking around, Harry took a mental note of all the death eaters that had shown up and noticed there were quite a few of them.

Peter Pettigrew was there, his wand pointed at Sirius, who had his wand pointed back at him. Sirius was glaring at the man who had once been his friend, while the traitorous rat cowered slightly under his intense gaze. Neither one of them seemed like they were going to be taking their eye off of the other any time soon. Sirius had a murderous look in his eyes, as if he were set on getting revenge on the man he once considered a brother.

Remus had his wand pointed at Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who had attacked him when he was just a child. Instinctively, Remus blocked his own son from view. Tonks was blocking the other side of Teddy, so that he was between both his parents. Her wand was pointed at Alecto Carrow.

Ron stood in front of Hermione, who did her best to shield both Rose and Hugo from possible harm. His wand was pointed at Gregory Goyle. The last time any of them had seen Goyle was when Ron and Hermione had saved his life when the fire broke out in the room of requirement. As Harry watched the man point his wand at Ron's heart, he found himself wishing they had let him burn.

Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley had their wands fixed on each other. Both men had a determined look in their eyes.

Fred and Vincent Crabbe, both of whom had recently returned from the dead, were shooting murderous looks at each other, their wands pointed at each other. George stood next to his twin, his own wand pointed at Barty Crouch Jr.

Bill and Charlie each had their wands fixed on wizards that Harry didn't recognize but who were obviously death eaters. Even with all of the wizards plus Tonks prepared to fight, the number of death eaters still outnumbered them. Especially as many of the women's main focus was on shielding their children rather than on the fight itself.

"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" Bellatrix taunted. Harry was immediately reminded of the night that Sirius had fallen through the veil, after he had chased after her in anger. It seemed as if she was thinking about the same thing. She fixed him with the same look that she did all those years ago and spoke in a voice as cold as ice. "What was it I told you after I killed Sirius? When you tried to use the cruciatus on me. You have to mean it, Harry. And you and I both know you don't have it in you."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Harry retorted, not once taking his eyes off of the witch. "A lot has happened since I last tried to hurt you. You have no idea what I'm capable of, but if you come anywhere near my family, you're going to find out."

Harry didn't want to kill Bellatrix, or anyone else for that matter, but if it was between killing her or losing those he loved, he would choose killing her every time.

"Where's Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Did he send you to do his dirty work?" He was hoping to distract her and hopefully the other death eaters long enough for Ginny to make an escape with the children.

Bellatrix's eyes flashed. "YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME!" She screeched.

Harry snorted. "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." He said, speaking the same words that Albus Dumbledore had spoken to him many years ago. "Or I could always call him Tom, if you prefer to go by his given name."

"CRUCIO!" Bellatrix shouted, with her wand pointed at Harry's heart. Instinctively, he dodged the curse, but the screams that erupted from his wife as a result made him sick with worry and regret. In his haste to get away from the curse, he had forgotten she and his children were there.

As he watched his wife fall to the ground, Harry felt anger like he had never felt before. This was worse than the anger he felt at watching Bellatrix kill his godfather. This was worse than the anger he felt at watching Snape kill Dumbledore. This was worse than any anger he had ever felt.