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One Last Time
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Chapter Fourteen: One Last Time
Bella apparated to Voldemort’s hideout and strode towards the door, patting her robes to ensure her animagus charges were all right. She opened the door and walked purposefully into the Manor, glaring at any Deatheaters that met her gaze. She terrified them and she exploited it. No one ever questioned her; as the daughter of Voldemort she was near untouchable.
He was already seated at the table, waiting for their supper to begin. She steeled herself, kissing his papery cheek and taking a seat next to him. They made casual small talk before she finally asked the obvious question. “Are you ready for the battle tonight?”
He smiled at her, a smile that would make a lesser person’s blood run cold. Hers was only chilled. “My dear, I have waited many years for this. I have never been more ready for anything.” She shivered a little before saying, “I want you to be careful tonight, I don’t want to see you hurt.” He smiled again at her and if one was looking close enough they may have spotted the briefest flicker of love in his cold eyes.
“I will fetch our dinner from the kitchens,” she said, rising out of her seat. She lightly patted his shoulder on her way out. In the kitchen she dismissed the house elves and looked at the plates of food sitting on the counter. Spying his goblet, she reached into her robes and removed the vial of potion.
Her hand shook slightly as she poured the clear liquid into the cup. It was colorless, odorless and tasteless, unlike most potions. It was fortunate that they were not trying to slip him polyjuice or some other such vile concoction. She carried his plate and goblet in to him, the slight tremor almost gone.
She placed it before him and returned for her own. Sitting down to her plate, she raised her glass, thinking to herself that this was their last supper. She supposed that made her Judas Iscariot, betraying Voldemort with a kiss. She shook the thought quickly out of her head. He did the same and lightly touched hers. “To the dark lord,” she said, draining her wine. “And his faithful Deatheaters,” he said, before downing his wine also.
For a split second before he drank her mind raced. She hated Voldemort, she wished him dead. But she loved Tom Riddle, her father. In defeated the dark lord both would have to die and for a moment she was not sure if she could accept that.
If he had asked her to leave in that moment, to run away from the battle and his followers and never speak of it again in some far away place, she would have said yes. She would forsake the Order and the Light to leave with her father.
Fortunately he did not, and as he drank the wine and potion together she felt her resolve return stronger than ever. Severus registered all these emotions and gave the leg he was currently twined about a reassuring squeeze.
They finished the meal in thoughtful silence, her contemplating the betrayal she was about to reveal and him imagining the entire world at his fingertips. She could only imagine his reaction when the spies revealed themselves.
She silently prayed that it was Voldemort who responded and not her father. Anger and hate she would manage but if he was sad and disappointed she was not positive she could handle it. That would make things extremely complicated.
Finally he rose out of his chair, interrupting her thoughts. “Come, my dear, our destiny awaits us.” She rose also and followed him, briefly thinking about how different his destiny would be from what he thought before banishing all thought to address the Deatheaters.
It was a simple rally speech, do your best, kill the mudbloods, etc. She had heard it all so many times it barely even registered. Dimly she heard them cheering. She was only aware of the dark lord and her closest friends standing next to her.
She had held back a moment in the dining room to allow her companions to change. It would be wise for them to be present now. They would probably have to sneak in with her at least once more, though. She held Severus’s hand tightly, her knuckles white.
It was fortunate that her nervous energy could easily be attributed to excitement about the battle. As soon as the speech was over and they readied themselves to leave, her mask of cool confidence slipped down over her features. She was ready, as were they all, simply for different things.
Voldemort looked around at his Deatheaters, both faithful and unfaithful, and said “It is time.” At this they all apparated to the agreed spot just outside of Hogwarts.
In the Great Hall there was a similar air of tension. All the teachers had been informed and all members of the Order were tense with waiting. Some students noticed and felt anxious themselves, though they did not know why. Some did not notice anything at all. A few knew of the approaching events and were prepared to stand with the Deatheaters.
Everyone mingled half-heartedly, sipping punch and listening to the eclectic selection of music. At least it was favorable, a perfect balance of muggle and wizard music. They all wore costumes unenthusiastically.
A few good disguises were present but most were not impressive, standard robes and maybe a colored mask. Harry and Ron had borrowed Slytherin robes from Draco and wore green masks. Hermione impressed them all by coming as a convincing cat, reminding them of second year and their polyjuice excursion. Even more impressive was the large black dog she was leading.
Remus Lupin had come as a werewolf which probably would have drawn a few laughs had anyone known it was him. Tonks had forgone her usual pink hair to blend in as a brunette, also a werewolf.
They were all waiting for the inevitable. Minerva addressed the students and invited them to join her outside. She said it was too beautiful a night to spend indoors and all the refreshments would be moved outside. That got everyone going.
This had been part of their plan. They had decided that remaining in the Hall would be too much like shooting fish in a barrel if they were panicked. Outside the other students could run and hide.
Harry was continually scanning the crowd. He was almost relived to see the first black robed figure with their silver mask slip into the student body. It was finally going to happen. After about twenty more minutes all the Deatheaters had dispersed into the crowd.
He noted that their numbers were quite sizable, larger than the Order. He was confident in their abilities, however. There was no other choice; they simply had to triumph.
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Thanks and please review! Sorry for the bit of a delay, but I am now home for Christmas! Yay! It might slow things down a bit, my family is very time consuming. Anyway there is not much left to this story, I hope you are all enjoying it!
One Last Time is a song by Midtown
Chapter Fourteen: One Last Time
Bella apparated to Voldemort’s hideout and strode towards the door, patting her robes to ensure her animagus charges were all right. She opened the door and walked purposefully into the Manor, glaring at any Deatheaters that met her gaze. She terrified them and she exploited it. No one ever questioned her; as the daughter of Voldemort she was near untouchable.
He was already seated at the table, waiting for their supper to begin. She steeled herself, kissing his papery cheek and taking a seat next to him. They made casual small talk before she finally asked the obvious question. “Are you ready for the battle tonight?”
He smiled at her, a smile that would make a lesser person’s blood run cold. Hers was only chilled. “My dear, I have waited many years for this. I have never been more ready for anything.” She shivered a little before saying, “I want you to be careful tonight, I don’t want to see you hurt.” He smiled again at her and if one was looking close enough they may have spotted the briefest flicker of love in his cold eyes.
“I will fetch our dinner from the kitchens,” she said, rising out of her seat. She lightly patted his shoulder on her way out. In the kitchen she dismissed the house elves and looked at the plates of food sitting on the counter. Spying his goblet, she reached into her robes and removed the vial of potion.
Her hand shook slightly as she poured the clear liquid into the cup. It was colorless, odorless and tasteless, unlike most potions. It was fortunate that they were not trying to slip him polyjuice or some other such vile concoction. She carried his plate and goblet in to him, the slight tremor almost gone.
She placed it before him and returned for her own. Sitting down to her plate, she raised her glass, thinking to herself that this was their last supper. She supposed that made her Judas Iscariot, betraying Voldemort with a kiss. She shook the thought quickly out of her head. He did the same and lightly touched hers. “To the dark lord,” she said, draining her wine. “And his faithful Deatheaters,” he said, before downing his wine also.
For a split second before he drank her mind raced. She hated Voldemort, she wished him dead. But she loved Tom Riddle, her father. In defeated the dark lord both would have to die and for a moment she was not sure if she could accept that.
If he had asked her to leave in that moment, to run away from the battle and his followers and never speak of it again in some far away place, she would have said yes. She would forsake the Order and the Light to leave with her father.
Fortunately he did not, and as he drank the wine and potion together she felt her resolve return stronger than ever. Severus registered all these emotions and gave the leg he was currently twined about a reassuring squeeze.
They finished the meal in thoughtful silence, her contemplating the betrayal she was about to reveal and him imagining the entire world at his fingertips. She could only imagine his reaction when the spies revealed themselves.
She silently prayed that it was Voldemort who responded and not her father. Anger and hate she would manage but if he was sad and disappointed she was not positive she could handle it. That would make things extremely complicated.
Finally he rose out of his chair, interrupting her thoughts. “Come, my dear, our destiny awaits us.” She rose also and followed him, briefly thinking about how different his destiny would be from what he thought before banishing all thought to address the Deatheaters.
It was a simple rally speech, do your best, kill the mudbloods, etc. She had heard it all so many times it barely even registered. Dimly she heard them cheering. She was only aware of the dark lord and her closest friends standing next to her.
She had held back a moment in the dining room to allow her companions to change. It would be wise for them to be present now. They would probably have to sneak in with her at least once more, though. She held Severus’s hand tightly, her knuckles white.
It was fortunate that her nervous energy could easily be attributed to excitement about the battle. As soon as the speech was over and they readied themselves to leave, her mask of cool confidence slipped down over her features. She was ready, as were they all, simply for different things.
Voldemort looked around at his Deatheaters, both faithful and unfaithful, and said “It is time.” At this they all apparated to the agreed spot just outside of Hogwarts.
In the Great Hall there was a similar air of tension. All the teachers had been informed and all members of the Order were tense with waiting. Some students noticed and felt anxious themselves, though they did not know why. Some did not notice anything at all. A few knew of the approaching events and were prepared to stand with the Deatheaters.
Everyone mingled half-heartedly, sipping punch and listening to the eclectic selection of music. At least it was favorable, a perfect balance of muggle and wizard music. They all wore costumes unenthusiastically.
A few good disguises were present but most were not impressive, standard robes and maybe a colored mask. Harry and Ron had borrowed Slytherin robes from Draco and wore green masks. Hermione impressed them all by coming as a convincing cat, reminding them of second year and their polyjuice excursion. Even more impressive was the large black dog she was leading.
Remus Lupin had come as a werewolf which probably would have drawn a few laughs had anyone known it was him. Tonks had forgone her usual pink hair to blend in as a brunette, also a werewolf.
They were all waiting for the inevitable. Minerva addressed the students and invited them to join her outside. She said it was too beautiful a night to spend indoors and all the refreshments would be moved outside. That got everyone going.
This had been part of their plan. They had decided that remaining in the Hall would be too much like shooting fish in a barrel if they were panicked. Outside the other students could run and hide.
Harry was continually scanning the crowd. He was almost relived to see the first black robed figure with their silver mask slip into the student body. It was finally going to happen. After about twenty more minutes all the Deatheaters had dispersed into the crowd.
He noted that their numbers were quite sizable, larger than the Order. He was confident in their abilities, however. There was no other choice; they simply had to triumph.
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Thanks and please review! Sorry for the bit of a delay, but I am now home for Christmas! Yay! It might slow things down a bit, my family is very time consuming. Anyway there is not much left to this story, I hope you are all enjoying it!
One Last Time is a song by Midtown