A Bellamort Tale

Part 60

While Voldemort waited for the potion's master, Bellatrix had stepped foot on a different path and was about to make a little detour. 

She knew he would most likely get angry, outraged even if he found out where she was going, but she needed to know that her child was still safe. Yet getting into the castle still seemed mostly impossible, as there were Deatheaters, Aurors, Teachers, Students and their parents, as well as everybody who was against Lord Voldemort fighting each other.

She had watched Severus enter the Shrieking Shack and listened to the beginning of their conversation, before rushing past all the flying spells and curses in desperate need to make sure Delphini was with the mudblood and well protected from harm. She couldn't make it past the close standing front of Aurors and teachers who were protecting the castle though and eventually gave up and followed her master's closest circle into the forbidden forest, where they were supposed to meet with him soon.

"My – my Lord?" Said Snape blankly. "I do not understand. You – you have performed extraordinary magic with that wand."

"No," said Voldemort. "I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary, but this wand … no. It has not revealed the wonders it has promised. I feel no difference between this wand and the one I procured from Ollivander all those years ago."

That was when Bella left and rushed towards the castle, unaware of the young wizards, including the boy who lived, hiding in the secret passage that led from the Whomping Willow to the Shrieking Shack.

Harry and his friends overheard the end of their conversation in shock.

“My Lord!” Snape protested, raising his wand.

“It cannot be any other way,” said Voldemort. “I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last.”

And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved. But then Voldemort’s intention became clear. The snake’s cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue.

“Kill.”

There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape’s face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake’s fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor.

“I regret it,” said Voldemort coldly.

He turned away; there was no sadness in him, no remorse. It was time to leave this shack and take charge, with a
wand that would now do his full bidding. He pointed it at the starry cage holding the snake, which drifted upward, off Snape, who fell sideways onto the floor, blood gushing from the wounds in his neck. Voldemort swept from the room without a backward glance, and the great serpent floated after him in its huge protective sphere.

While 'the boy who lived' gathered the silvery memory from Severus Snape and fulfilled the man's last wish to look into his eyes, so he could die while looking into the same eyes as Lily Potter nee Evans', Voldemort joined his inner circle in the forbidden forest, yet before he did, his gaze fell on a certain werewolf, Fenrir Greyback and a thought shot through his mind. He saw the face in front of him so clearly as he had when he looked into Hermione's mind and he now produced the image of Lavender Brown into the wolf's head, ordering him to give said girl a special treatment.

Greyback grinned and nodded to the dark lord who was just flying past him. He didn't have to be asked twice. Young girls and children were his favourite. Their flesh was so sweet and tender, like a young rabbit, cooked just at the perfect age. 

After he finally arrived in the dark forest, he waited for some time, waited until he could feel all the desperation in the people's minds and that was when he raised his voice again, as he had before, when he demanded they hand over Harry Potter.

He gave them the time to care for their wounded and their dead, before addressing the boy himself.
He ordered him to come to him in the dark forest, to meet him in person or all his beloved friends and supporters would die a needless death. He told him he wasn't really willing to spend any more magical blood and that it was him who could end the fighting, if he willingly surrendered to him.

Harry had watched Snape's memories and knew what he had to do. On his way to the main exit, he bumped into Ron and Hermione who had just returned from the Chamber of Secrets where they had managed to destroy the cup from Hufflepuff. 

"It's just the snake that's left." He told them. "After that it's only him and you can kill him."
He knew they would try to stop him, but he also knew what he had to do and so he repeated.

"Kill the snake!"

After hugging them both, the boy who lived went out of the castle and into the dark forest, where he pressed his lips to the snitch and took out the resurrection stone to be reunited with the people he loved and missed the most.

Voldemort already thought he wouldn't come, when eventually the boy appeared out of the darkness and he enthusiastically called out.

"Harry! Finally! Avada Kedavra!"

They were both thrown back from the curse and for quite some time neither the dark lord nor the boy even stirred. Then eventually, Bella saw her husband move and rushed to his side, only to be pushed away and yelled at.

"I don't need your help. Narcissa, go and see if he's dead!" He barked his order.

The youngest of the black sisters slowly approached the spot where Harry had been tossed to and knelt down beside him. She immediately could tell that he was alive, but what mattered most to her, was finding out if he had seen Draco and if he was alive. So she asked him and when he barely noticeably nodded, Narcissa gathered all her strength to occlude her mind and looked directly at the dark lord, saying.

"Dead!"

The death eaters, especially Bella began to cheer and laugh, while Hagrid started to sob. 

They forced the half giant to carry the 'dead' body, after Voldemort repeatedly using the cruciatus curse on it, back to the castle, seeing the remaining teachers, order members, aurors and students stumbling and limping through the front gates to see who Hagrid was carrying in his arms.

Hearing the dark lord's vicious voice calling out to them that Harry was dead caused an outcry in between the gathered wizards and witches, many of them desperately starting to cry or wail. 

Yet while Voldemort's spells he cast on them wouldn't last and fade off ever so often because Harry had done the same as his mother had back then when protecting him. He had sacrificed himself and by that given each and everyone of the magical people on his side of the battle the ultimate protection. 

When all attention was facing away from him, he managed to push out of Hagrid's arms and hide under his cloak until he would have the chance to kill that darn snake and be able to eventually face the darkest wizard of all times.

Little did he know that it would be none other than the always clumsy, from many thought to be incapable of anything, Neville Longbottom who pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the sorting hat and in a swift move cut off Nagini's head.

As the deatheaters forced their way further into the castle, each of them aiming to kill instead of just harming their opponents, Bellatrix was with them, quickly noticing two witches attacking her. One with flaming red hair, obviously a Weasley, the other being Hermione. Bella gasped and was distracted for a moment. Why would the mudblood be in the middle of the fighting instead of staying hidden and keeping her daughter safe.

She fired a fierce killing curse at Ginny that barely missed due to the girl's mother pushing her out of harm's way. 

Then the older red head started to attack the dark haired witch.