Katie

23. Battle Over Heart & Mind

The words seemed to fly straight through Harry, it was like his eardrums had exploded during the battle. Sirius had to nudge him forward in order to get him moving.

We walked towards the moat. As we approached it, Lucius' coal black aparated form shot into the air and disappeared past the tall, arched roof.

I knew what was next. I knew what laid in the dusty trench. I could feel Sirius brush past me so that his figure could hide her mangled body that laid in the ditch. Her arms were twisted behind her inhumanely, her legs had snapped like twigs. Her eyes were open, yet they weren't seeing. The life had well and truly left her body as her face had gone white, the sinister expression of when she had intended to kill Sirius still imprinted on her cavernous face, most likely for the rest of time.

Sirius ushered Harry and I on quicker. He pushed us through the hallways that seemed so different. Everywhere I looked felt like a distant memory of when things were happy and full of joy. I felt drained. Everything felt like a cold bath whose water was sucking down the drain at a rapid rate, leaving me to stick to the ceramic walls as though the water was my soul.

He took us to the elevator, pushing us inside and setting the cage and buttons before it shot off.

I had had no time to think clearly about everything that had just happened. I am Harry's sister. There is a prophecy written about it. I have a family. I know where i belong, yet why do i feel like there is still a piece missing?

Perhaps its the fact that they're both dead. Both of my parents perished at the hand of Voldemort and i only found out 15 years later. Nothing would change. I wasn't going to meet a sorry mother and father who would apologise profusely for the outcome of events leading to my disposal. All i had was Harry. The boy i'd become friends with over the past year.

I was intent on hearing Sirius version of what happened. It had to be the closest thing to the truth that i would encounter. It was my only hope.

The elevator shook to a stop at the Atrium. Sirius opened the door and led us out. I felt like I was walking with a different sense of life. Sirius walked closely behind Harry and I. Where were we going to go? What was going to happen now? I looked up, and a pain so full of fear shot throughout my entire body that I felt like electricity had set me on fire.

There he was, standing right in front of me, the infamous Lord Voldemort.

His blood red eyes gazed at Harry as though he was something to eat. His face was so misshapen and deformed that he didn't look human, but more like a plastic surgery freak that went too far. His alabaster-bluish skin shone like porcelain in the Atrium lights, only amplifying his non-human-like features. Voldemort's figure was dressed in a black cloak from his shoulders and hid the rest of his body apart from his hands, one was empty, the other held his wand.

The pure sight of him brought the scariest feeling I'd ever felt. I gazed at his blood red eyes, the eyes that had witnessed and enjoyed killing so many innocent people, that including my mother and father. It brought my guts to decide to play twister inside my stomach. I feared for my life and knew that if he attacked Sirius or Harry that they would stand no chance against him.

"Harry Potter," he said calmly and slowly. He began to slowly drift forward, his robes making him look like he was elegantly gliding across the floor.

Each centimetre he moved my bones were telling me to grab Harry and Sirius and run. Yet, my feet were planted to the floor, root and stem.

"Don't you dare," Sirius hissed. He moved in front of Harry, throwing his wand up at Voldemort. He used his free hand to reach towards me and pull me behind him and Harry.