our little angel

The Darkness Moment

Age:4
Words: 686
Summary: During the fight with Lord Voldemort Lola and Mattheo lost Raven and Voldemort found the kid.

The battlefield was chaos. Screams, spells, and the thunder of battle filled the air as Hogwarts burned under Voldemort’s assault. Smoke curled through the ruined corridors, the sky above dark and heavy with storm clouds.

Lola and Mattheo fought side by side, wands raised, deflecting curses and sending their own spells flying. They had one goal—protect their family, protect Raven.

But somewhere in the madness, in the swirl of duels and destruction… their daughter had slipped away.

Lola turned, panic gripping her chest. “Where’s Raven?” she gasped, her voice drowned by the explosions around them.

Mattheo’s heart stopped. “She was right here—I had her hand—” His voice broke as realization hit. “No. No, no, no—”

And then, across the battlefield, a chilling voice rang out.

“Well, well… What do we have here?”

Lola and Mattheo’s heads snapped toward the sound, their blood turning to ice.

There, standing in the middle of the carnage, his skeletal fingers gripping the wrist of a tiny, trembling girl, was Lord Voldemort.

Raven.

She stood frozen, her small frame dwarfed by his towering presence. Her wide silver eyes—so much like her mother’s—were filled with confusion and fear.

Lola’s breath hitched. “No—”

Voldemort’s lipless mouth curled into a cold, cruel smile. “Such a peculiar thing… A child, wandering alone in the middle of war.” He tilted his head, red eyes gleaming with malice. “Tell me, little one… Are you afraid?”

Raven, though shaking, lifted her chin, her voice barely above a whisper. “M-My mummy and daddy will come for me.”

Voldemort let out a soft, chilling laugh. “Oh, I have no doubt.” His gaze flicked up, landing on the two figures running toward him. “And there they are.”

Lola’s hands trembled as she raised her wand, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. “Let her go,” she snarled, stepping forward.

Mattheo’s grip on his wand was white-knuckled. “You touch her, and I swear—”

Voldemort merely raised a finger, and a blinding force sent them both crashing to the ground.

Pain shot through Lola’s back as she struggled to sit up, watching in horror as Voldemort turned back to her daughter.

“Such bravery in one so small,” he mused. “Tell me, child… do you know who I am?”

Raven swallowed hard but nodded. “…You’re the bad man.”

A deadly silence followed.

Then—Voldemort laughed.

A low, terrible sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone who heard it.

“Bad man,” he repeated, amusement laced with danger. “How delightfully simple.” He crouched lower, bringing his face closer to hers. “Would you like to see what the ‘bad man’ can do?”

Raven’s lip wobbled, but she stood her ground.

And then—

“STUPEFY!”

A jet of red light blasted toward Voldemort, forcing him to release Raven’s wrist as he twisted away.

Harry.

Panting, wand raised, standing protectively between Raven and Voldemort.

“Get away from her,” Harry growled, stepping in front of the little girl.

Voldemort’s amusement faded, replaced by fury. “You again,” he hissed.

Lola didn’t hesitate. She scrambled forward, grabbing Raven and pulling her into her arms, holding her tightly. “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” she whispered, tears in her eyes as she kissed Raven’s hair.

Mattheo was beside them in an instant, shielding them both. “We’re getting her out of here.”

Voldemort’s attention snapped back to them. “I think not.”

But before he could lift his wand, a wall of golden light erupted between him and the family. A protective spell—one conjured by Hermione and Ron, who had arrived just in time.

Harry’s voice rang out like thunder. “You’re not touching them.”

Voldemort sneered. “Then you shall die first.”

And just like that—the duel began.

As spells clashed and fire raged, Lola clutched Raven tightly, whispering over and over, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

And Mattheo—his heart pounding, his rage burning—held his wand steady, ready to fight to the death to protect the ones he loved.

The final battle had begun.