Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 20: Waterloo

Madison Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 20: Waterloo

I was lying face down on the ground, my hand intertwined with Harry's. Every single part of me hurt with a burning passion, all stemming from the place where I had been hit with the Killing Curse.

I expected to hear a lot of cheers of joy and triumph, but none where there.

"My Lord... my Lord..."

It was my good old friend Bellatrix's voice, and she spoke to Voldemort almost as if they were lovers. I wanted to open my eyes so badly, but I knew if I did I would be killed— for real this time. However, I could feel the wand I owned in my pocket, and I knew somewhere on him Harry had the Cloak.

"My Lord..."

"That's enough, Bellatrx," Voldemort said, sounding like an old man who struggled to get to his feet after forgetting to call life alert. Maybe Voldemort collapsed when he hit us with the Killing Curse? Did he see what we saw? The three of us all were unconscious, and now the three of us had returned.

"My, Lord, let me—"

"I don't need assistance," said Voldemort with a chilly tone in his voice. I pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a hand from trying to help him up.

Serves him right, I mean, he didn't get life alert and these are the consequences.

It was silent for a moment or so in the clearing before Voldemort spoke again, "You. Go look at them. Tell me if they're dead."

I didn't know who he sent to check on us, but at least Voldemort didn't— he must have suspected that his plan hadn't really worked.

"Is Draco live? Is he in the castle?" a woman whispered, her voice so quiet it was nearly impossible to hear.

Ah, it was Narcissa Malfoy. Draco's mother.

"Yes," I breathed back, my voice nearly inaudible as well.

Her hands quickly touched my neck, and as soon as they were on my skin they were gone.

"They're dead!" Narcissa's voice called out.

Only at this time did they begin to cheer with triumph. Through my eyelids I saw sparks of all different colors fly out from wands.

"You see? The Potter twins are dead! Watch! Crucio! Crucio!" Voldemort cried out with joy.

I had to be as stiff as I could through the pain that shot through me, and no matter how much I wanted to cry out in agony, I could not do it. I had to play dead.

"Now," Voldemort said, "we must go to the castle and show them all what has become of their heroes... Who will carry the bodies? No... Wait..."

A giggle of laughter came out of Bellatrix's mouth, sounding more crazy than ever before.

"You carry them. They'll be visible in your arms. Pick up your little friends, Hagrid."

I wanted to scream. This snake of a man wanted Rubeus Hagrid to carry our bodies to the castle? While I knew Voldemort was not capable of love, I was sure he could show some compassion. Everybody can show compassion.

Then again, he was conceived under the contents of a love potion.

Enormous hands picked both Harry and I up. The gentleness was familiar, and I could tell that it was Hagrid by the sound of heavy sobs.

Hagrid carried us for what seemed like hours, but it was probably only about 20 minutes. We suddenly came to a stop and I sensed somebody walking by in front of me.