Avada jumped through the ferns. The battle, soon to be known as "The Battle of Hogwarts," had started. She loved it. Students scattering, wondering to surrender Potter, the one kid who was always in her Lord's way... She felt herself cackle as she scratched a brown-haired student, yowling "OOPS!" Then, in her gut, she felt a low feeling. Something was going to happen. She knew it.
-A Few Minutes Later-
Avada's paw was burning something fierce. Her green Dark Mark, a paw with a snake wrapping it tight, was stinging. She dashed around, looking for her Lord. He was talking to that idiot, Harry. She hissed as she neared him, "Moron, facing the Dark Lord... You're telling me you went to Hogwarts for seven years, though?" She teased, smirking. She flicked her tail in his face, and he coughed, sputtering out fur. Then she saw it. The snitch, on the ground, words popping out, "I open at the close." She remembered something. "
-Flashback-
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was walking through the forest, just after the hour he should have been surrendered. He had that small, golden snitch in his hand. "I am about to die." The snitch then opened, a stone in it. When Potter-Boy touched it, all sorts of ghosts appeared.
-Back to Reality-
Voldemort and Potter were still chatting. But the sinking feel returned. Voldemort yowled, "GET IN THE CASTLE, AVADA." She dashed off, but looked back in time to see Potter-Boy's confused face. She had to admit, he looked nice. She gazed at the scar on her flank and sighed. She must stay faithful to her Lord.
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"Avada Kedavra!"
FanfictionAvada, who found herself a best friend in the Dark Lord Voldemort, had always been his faithful cat. But will she remain herself as she finds Voldemort dead and runs to get her revenge?
