Love and Power

{14} Angels and Demons

In my panicked mad dash to any good hiding spot in the school, I slammed into Harry so hard it made me dizzy and fall back. Harry grabbed my hand and yanked me up to my feet, then locked us in a broom closet.

"Harry?!"

"Hey!" He hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, thankful to see a familiar and safe face. "Ana, you have to let him take you."

"What?!" I pulled back, shocked. "What the hell, Harry?!"

"If he took your blood in a potion, and he k-" He swallowed hard. "You know," I nodded. "Then he'd grow weak enough for us to kill him."

I opened the closet door and saw all of the destruction. I heard all of the curses being yelled from one wizard or witch to another.

"Voldemort is here for me," I muttered. "He- he's gonna kill everyone here because of me."

Harry took my hand tightly in his. But instead of his usual hand, he held a vial.

"Harry?" I held it up and examined it. I recognized the sparkly, silvery, metallicy look of my blood mixed with another watery substance. "What is this?"

"This," Harry pointed. "Is the potion Voldemort has taken to keep himself alive. Gulp this down. Now."

"Wh- why?" I gagged a little. "Harry this is my own blood."

"It's a potion. And it's going to save your life," He urged. "Drink it!"

I opened the small vile and swallowed it's contents whole. I choked down a gag. I couldn't throw it back up. It's supposed to help me. According to Harry.

"Go," He urged me. "I'll cover you. It won't work unless he does it."

Harry and I ran back the way I came. Where I knew Voldemort was. By the Black Lake. I made it just in time too. Because I heard him yell the killing curse towards my father. 

"No!!" I yelled as I sprinted for them, jumped in between the two of them, and the green ball of light hit my chest. Stopping my heart instantly.

-3rd pov-

"No!!"

They yelled it in unison. Snape and Voldemort. Snape dropped to his knees in front of his lifeless daughter and desperately pulled her up into his arms. He sobbed. He broke. He had so many emotions going through his head.

Voldemort, however, grabbed his throat and gasped, fell to the ground, and started groaning in pain. He clawed at his chest. Harry raised his wand at the dying man on the ground.

"You've caused her so much pain," Harry growled. "You've made her life miserable. You will die for it."

"Kill me, Harry Potter," Voldemort choked out, still groaning in pain. "Kill me!"

In a flash of green, the man who had caused everyone so much pain, so much heartbreak, so much loss, was dead. Death Eaters alike started apparating away for fear of their own demise.

Snape was still sobbing. Holding Anastasia to his chest. Begging for the light to return to her open, glazed over eyes. Harry crouched down next to him.

"She will live!" He raised his voice over Snape's pained sobs. "Professor, she's going to live! She'll come back!"

"No, she won't, Potter!! You inspired her to die for me!!" Snape snarled at Harry. He stood, holding Ana's small body in his arms, and started walking towards the school.

Once he had entered the front gates, everyone had started tending to the wounded and mourning over those who didn't make it.

Snape, his hair disheveled and robes torn, tears in his eyes and despair on his face, laid Anastasia's body on the ground next to Fred Weasley. Who unfortunately had died a hero during the Battle.