Isabella Lestrange

Death

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
As I began to sing, I placed a shield up blocking the Hogwarts students, staff, and members of the Order. I looked up to see them all staring at me in shock or mumble to each other. I could feel my hands grow warm as I began to look at them.

Every roommate kept awake by
Every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I start to think about it
I began to form a power ball with my hands facing Neville. This needed to be the strongest amount of magic I had ever used. I began to move the black ball back and forth from hand to hand. Once it was large, I pushed my hands out to create three large balls out of the ginormous dark magic I had just created. It felt weird to be using this much magic before. I had never done this before. I quickly spun around.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
I threw the first ball at the Death Eaters in the back. I watched as hundreds of Death Eaters dropped to the ground either dead or unconscious. I had no idea. I heard Voldemort scream out.

"Avada Kedavra!" He shouted pointing the green magic at me. I threw the strongest ball of magic out in front of me to block the spell. I cried out as I sang in pain. I could feel my magic already begin to drain. I focused on pushing the black light forwards to the Dark Lord.

"Isabella!" I could hear my mother cry out in betrayal.

Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I then threw the other magical ball of black light into the middle section of the Death Eaters. They all were down. As I continued to sing, more and more of my powers went into the dark ball of light that intertwined with Voldemort's green.

Only when I stop to think about you I know
Only when you stop to think about me
do you know?
I sang with wide eyes as I saw my black magic turn into a lighter shade of blue. I watched as the color turned lighter and lighter by the minute. I could feel myself growing more powerful by the minute, but I knew it would explode and be too much soon. My knees began to buckle. I could hear Voldemort's wand snapping as he screamed his spells to me.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I fell to my knees as I continued the song. My vision began to grow blurry as my shield went down. Voldemort walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. He looked worn out, as if he were about to faint. I had succeeded. He grabbed me by the chin and looked down at me.

"You could have been great." He sighed in disappointment before holding his wand up to face. The sound of metal being sliced through the air grabbed Voldemort's attention as his attention turned to Neville.

"Isabella!" The worried sound of Harry's voice as he grabbed me and looked into my eyes with concern. My head began to spin as I smiled up with him.

"I'm sorry." I apologized before collapsing to the ground and seeing all white.

I gasped sitting up from the ground. I looked around me to see I was in what seemed to be a train station, Kings Cross I presumed. I looked down at my outfit to see I wore a more modest black dress with short sleeves. I ran my finger through my hair to feel soft curls. I held up my hair and saw loose curls. I preferred these over my tight curls and flat hair.