𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧

chapter 12

talia thought about harry and voldemort as she apparated, along with that stupid snake.

she found voldemort backing harry up on the grand staircase. harry was only using defensive spells and shields to protect himself as nagini slythered behind him.

tal turned to a snake, ready to go up against nagini again. as she did, voldemort hit harry with his magic, forcing harry to hit him with his own magic back as the two snakes battled behind him. harry could see talia shifting back and forth and knew she needed help. so, he lifted his wand to the ceiling and threw rubble in front of voldemort's body.

harry started making his way to give talia the basilisk fang. but, once the two got close enough with each other, voldemort struck them and caused them to fall to a new flight of stairs. harry had dropped the fang. when voldemort saw this, he destroyed it from afar with his powers.

voldemort formed to a black cloud of smoke, drifting to where harry and talia had landed. they were helping each other up when he stood before them. his smoke cloud grew arms like a seal, holding the two teens by their wrists and throats before talia turned again to escape.

she slithered up and bit his face quickly, causing him to let harry go. it was only a scratch, but she turned back to her human form to do as much as she could.

as she turned to make sure harry was okay, voldemort slapped her across the face, causing her to fall down a flight of steps. harry ran after her, voldemort hitting him as well and causing him to stumble.

"you were right." harry said as they grew closer to tal, who was struggling to get back up. voldemort hit him again.

"when you told professor snape it was failing you. it will always fail you."

as harry spoke, the dark lord backed him up to a balcony of the castle where a wall was broken. he got him to the edge, away from his daughter.

"i killed snape!" voldemort seethed as he stepped closer.

"but what if the wand never belonged to him? what if the wands allegiance was to someone else?"

voldemort stared at him confused.

"come on, tom. let's end this the way we started it..."

talia finally was able to get herself up and follow the direction they went.

"together!"

but she was too late. harry had flung them both off of the edge of the castle.

"no!" she yelled.

she knew she had to think fast as she watched the black smoke cloud of voldemort descend up and down, harry with him. once she watched them land by the front of the castle, she followed her impulses from before and apparated after them.

there, they had just landed on the ground. they were both dishelveled. harry was bloody. talia had a red mark on her cheek from the hit.

she ran to him, kneeling.

"harry, harry-you need to let me do this." she whispered at him, putting her hands out to help him up. voldemort was slowly doing the same.

"b-"

he couldn't get a word out as voldemort lifted his wand. tal threw harry to the ground and lifted her own. they both yelled as their magic went up against each other. the green light from their wands showed that it was a fair match-his magic was hers, and hers was his.

it was then that harry realized the snake, for the first time, was not at his side. and, just as harry and talia could see it in their head, voldemort could see it happening as well.

their wands stopped petruding magic as nagini was beheaded by the one and only neville longbottom.

they quickly turned back at each other.

talia looked at his wand and took a risk.

it's mine she thought.

as voldemort shot his power towards her, she put out her hand. harry and voldemort watched as it incredibly flew right to her palm, her wand from before bursting to dust.

she stared at her father as he fell to his knees. talia cried as she picked up the elder wand and shot it at him one last time, even though he was already dying. she was too angry.

his skin fell off and turned to flakes of dust as it disappeared into the sky. tal watched as she realized how everything in her life was leading up to this singular moment.

she dropped to her knees, crying with pure exhaustion and agony as she felt a piece inside of her die in that moment, too; the part of her that was him.