The Slytherin Princess

Overrun By Death Eaters

I woke up in the Infirmary, surrounded by men and women with black coats and silver masks. "Good afternoon, Ms. Slytherin. Welcome to the Dark Side." A voice I recognize as Lucius Malfoy says. "Hello Mr. Malfoy. Bellatrix. Alecto." I nod at them.

"Where's Draco?" I ask, suspicious. "Taking care of the task." Lucius answers. "Wait a few yards away before I send a notification spell." I order. "I'm going to help him."

"Professor Dumbledore." I say, breathless. "Ms. Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. What a lovely evening." He smiles gently. I point my wand at him, as well as Draco. I know Harry is waiting below us to come help. 'No. Stay. The Death Eaters are going to come in soon.' I telepathically say to him. I hear him say a 'ok' in my head. "Notifica!" I scream.

Bellatrix bursts in, laughing her crazy laugh. Everyone else comes in. "Do it, Draco and Lianelle. Do it." Bellatrix whispers in our ear.  "I will." Snape says in his montone voice. "No. I will. I'm strong enough." I object. Snape backs off. Draco backs up. I look at the Death Eaters. My brother. My aunt Bellatrix. My father. "Avada Kedavra!" I scream as green light shoots out of my wand.

I watch as Dumbledore falls through the window. Then all Hades broke loose.