Chaos Runs in Our Blood ~ draco malfoy Enemies To Lovers

final battle

an- my writing for this chapter is a little different to the rest of the chapters i tried something different that i may use for the remaining years

The Basilisk's venom was said to be so potent that even a single drop could kill a fully grown man within seconds, turning their flesh into a lifeless husk. Its jaws, capable of unhinging to an unimaginable extent, could swallow a human whole, bones and all, leaving no trace of their existence behind.

As it slithered forward, the Basilisk's body seemed to move in perfect harmony with the darkness, blending seamlessly into the shadows. Its scales, a deep shade of midnight black, were adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to writhe and twist, almost as if they were alive. The mere sight of it sent shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness its presence.

The Basilisk's movements were eerily silent, its massive form gliding effortlessly across the cold stone floor. Each sinuous motion was executed with a precision that spoke of centuries of predatory instinct. It was a creature born to hunt, to strike fear into the hearts of its prey.As it approached its target, the Basilisk's eyes narrowed, fixating on its victim with an unwavering intensity. Its gaze held a hypnotic power, capable of paralyzing even the bravest of souls with a single glance. Those who dared to meet its eyes would find themselves trapped in a nightmarish trance, unable to escape the impending doom that awaited them.

The Basilisk's presence was suffocating, its aura of malevolence permeating the air. It exuded a palpable sense of evil, as if it were a physical manifestation of all the darkness and despair that lurked within the depths of the Chamber of Secrets. Its very existence seemed to defy the laws of nature, a creature born from the darkest recesses of the human imagination.

Each breath it took seemed to fill the chamber with an overwhelming aura of fear and dread, as if the very atmosphere recoiled in terror at its mere presence.Yet, perhaps the most horrifying aspect of all was the Basilisk's gaze, a deadly weapon capable of turning its victims to stone with a single glance. Those unfortunate enough to meet its eyes would find themselves frozen in time, their bodies transformed into lifeless statues for eternity, their screams forever trapped in the silent darkness.

The room trembled as the colossal serpent slithered, its body coiling around the space. A piercing scream reverberated through the air, sending shivers down the spines of those present. Darcy Malfoy was forcefully pushed towards the concealed exit beside the skull, a wand pressed menacingly against her delicate neck. Lockheart's intense gaze bore into the onlookers, freezing their blood and igniting a fiery rage within Atlas. No one could harm the girl he cherished and escape unscathed. No one. With a burst of power, he unleashed a powerful explosion towards Lockheart, determined to protect his love.

The explosion sent shockwaves throughout the chamber, causing debris to rain down from the ceiling. The force of the blast knocked Lockheart off balance, sending him sprawling across the stone floor. Darcy, now free from his grip, stumbled towards Atlas, her eyes wide with fear and gratitude.

Atlas wasted no time in rushing towards Lockheart, his wand raised high. The rage within him burned like a wildfire, fueling his every move. Lockheart, dazed and disoriented, struggled to regain his footing as Atlas closed in on him.

With a swift flick of his wand, Atlas sent a powerful stunning spell hurtling towards Lockheart. The spell hit its mark, causing Lockheart's body to convulse and then go limp. He lay motionless on the ground, defeated and at Atlas' mercy.

Breathing heavily, Atlas turned his attention back to Darcy. He reached out a hand to steady her, his touch gentle yet firm. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.