NO MORE A PRETENDER~ {The Lestrange Daughter #3}

𝟑𝟐. Accusations

The stands were filled with what seemed to be thousands but Valentine couldn't make out a single face or house colour. She could hear them cheering, voices raised as if they were one. Like the faces, she couldn't make out the words. It was like a never-ending roar, like the ocean crashing against a jagged cliff face without low tide ever arriving. 

Valentine was stood in the centre of the quidditch pitch staring up at the stands, turning in a circle as she tried to take it all in. The dark sky and rain didn't help. Why was she here?

A crackle accompanied a spell shooting over her head and she remembered.

The tournament. 

She dodged right as another spell was thrown in her direction. Then a figure was leaping out at her, wand in hand.

She could see the Hogwarts robes but no indication of their house or who they were as the hood was pulled up and obscuring their face in shadow. 

Then more and more appeared in her line vision until there were at least a dozen figures watching her. All hooded and ready to kill. They almost looked all dementors, surrounding her ghoulishly. 

Suddenly she recalled her own wand, gripped loosely in one hand. Her fingers tightened around it. She had to get out of here and find Harry, but first, she needed to get past them. 

Wiping rainwater from her eyes, she ducked down to miss another spell. A figure ran for her and she flicked her wrist.

Stupfy!

The figure went flying but was almost immediately replaced by another in its path. It swung its wand in a wide arch and Valentine only just managed to pull up a shield.

Protego!

The spell struck with such force that she was nearly thrown off her feet. She spied the cracks already forming in the shield and gritted her teeth. Whoever these people were, they were strong. 

Another spell was barreling towards her and she let the shield absorb it before shattering.

Two figures ran at her but she stood her ground, wand slicing through the air.

Diffindo!

The two figures stopped as if hitting a wall, hands going to their abdomens as the blood began to pour. Valentine winched but couldn't bring herself to feel bad for them as she was busy deflecting a spell from her right. Then left. Then her right again. 

She felt a fireball hit her leg and instead of trying to put it out with the Water Making Charm, she immediately dropped to the ground. She rolled, already feeling the heat dampen as several spells landed just a breaths width from her.  

Protego!

She pulled up another shield as she scrambled to her feet, trying to fight the limp as she did. 

There was a figure only a few feet from her now, reaching for her and she moved on instinct.

Bombarda Maxima!

The figure was blown back by the explosion but Valentine didn't wait to see where it landed, already stupfying another that managed to get close enough to grab her shoulder. 

"LESTRANGE!" An all too familiar voice screamed from above the Quidditch pitch.

Valentine looked up to see Harry on his broom, speeding down towards her.