Shadows Fall

Shadows Fall

Chapter 3: Victory at Last

”Avada Kedavra!” was heard throughout the Old Riddle grounds, and then utter silence. For even the Dark Lord stopped his duel with Harry to look at the scene before him. Harry too looked over and his eyes opened wide, he tried to speak but no words came out, he was in shock. Despite Layla’s painful form even she managed to look at the site, and then sadly looked at Hermione. Hermione and Lucius stopped dueling at the same time everyone else did, but instead he had an evil smile on his face, while Hermione’s went deadpan. She already knew before she turned her head at what she would probably see. For that rat had said those words. Which meant… Hermione slowly looked down at Ron, already dead before his body even hit the ground. No, that wasn’t the worst of it though. To Hermione’s despair, she saw that his eyes had been fixed on her, and they would remain so in the same spot, forever.

A mixture of emotions filled up in Hermione, pain and angry were the top two, mingling with each other. Until finally the angry side seemed to have won, for she slowly moved to Wormtail who looked at her with fear. Wormtail could only stare in shock back at Hermione’s form. For there was no more light in her eyes, instead they resembled the fire of hatred, that even the Dark Lord himself would be impressed.

Layla could only watch, she tired to stop Hermione, but it only sounded like she was gasping for breath. She felt helpless she was no good to her friends in this state and it angered her so.Damn Lucius! He practically enjoys seeing me cry. What good am I to my friends? I’m just a sitting target Damn him! She would have continued on with her train of thought if it weren’t for Lucius, who suddenly remembered that she was there, and he then intensified the curse. He smiled at her curled up form, “So sorry my dear, I had almost forgotten about you, but I can assure you that won’t happen again,” he said slyly. Layla could only shiver in response, hearing the hint of lust in his voice again.

It took Harry a few moments to collect himself in all that had happened in such a short amount of time. His best friend, he couldn’t believe it, had just died right before him and there was nothing he could do. He felt helpless and worthless; he just couldn’t seem to protect any of those that he loved. These thoughts only enraged his hate for Lord Voldemort as he looked at him spitefully. “Damn you! You just have to take away everything!” Harry shouted. Voldemort smiled, and calmly replied back, “It’s not my fault Harry. You’re the famous Harry Potter. So why couldn’t you have saved your dear friend?” Harry’s answer back was a spell from his wand.

Hermione slowly approached Wormtail who was indeed afraid now. The moment he had snuffed out Ron’s life, it seems Hermione’s went with his. Her soul felt like it was split into and the other half could never be replaced. Wormtail looked at her and saw the look in her eyes; she was out for blood, or more. “You foul lousy little rat!” she shouted at him. The Hermione Granger of old would have yelled at her future self at the act, that she was about to commit, but she didn’t care. For once Hermione said, fuck you to the rules, and used one of the unforgivable curses on Wormtail. “Crucio!” and Wormtail was down on the ground yelling in pain, tears already coming out of his eyes. Un-surprisely no one was shocked by his behavior.

Now Wormtail’s cries filled the Riddle grounds. None of the Death Eaters rose to help. In fact most of them where actually enjoying the site before them, that perhaps finally the rat would perish. Hermione could only stare at the huddling crying form of Wormtail. Unknown to her, a certain witch was slowly creeping up behind her. “Don’t worry mud-blood, I’ll make sure you’ll join your love soon enough,” Bellatrix said. Hermione slowly turned around; her angry filled eyes stared at Bellatrix before finally speaking. “Oh you… I had forgotten you where still here.” Bellatrix’s black eye’s narrowed, “I’ll be sure to remind you of me then!”

Lord Voldemort smiled at the lovely site before him. Ah yes, things are indeed going as planned. A small laugh escape him, as Harry looked at him, as if to ask what was so damn funny, but he didn’t say. Instead Harry could only look at Voldemort with such a hate, it was consuming him. He wanted nothing more than to see the Dark lord dead, even if they meant he would have to die in the process. Harry just didn’t know how to go able it, for none of his spells were getting him anywhere. Any spell he said the Dark Lord quickly countered it. That was until out of the corner of his eye he saw Hermione using the crucio curse on Wormtail. It suddenly gave him an idea he knew he could use them too, it would be risky, but he was running out of options. And besides Hermione had done it too, so there won’t be any harm if I tired. Harry thought.Even though he knew he was only fooling himself, he would be greatly harmed if he failed.

“Voldemort! Let’s see how you enjoy a taste of your own!” Harry shouted, but Harry seemed to have failed to notice that the Dark Lord was an excellent legilimens. Which meant he already knew the spell that Harry was going to cast so he was already prepared. ”Avada Kedavra!” they both said in unison. Green flashing light came out of both wands, hitting each other dead in the middle. Harry was so shocked at the force he almost dropped his wand. Voldemort too, gripped his wand tightly, and sneered at Harry.

Lucius took his concentration off of Layla, and looked at his Lord and Harry smiling.Finally! And end to that miserable Mr. Potter! However, he failed to remember that he had taken focus off of Layla for she ignoring the pain that her body felt was quickly back on her feet. “Bombarda!” she shouted at Lucius’ back. Who in turn went flying into a tombstone. She smiled faintly and looked over to Harry and Voldemort, but her vision started to blur, and she could fight it no longer, she suddenly passed out.

Hermione and Bellatrix had stopped fighting to watch Harry and the Dark Lord. “You can do it Harry! Do it for Ron!” Hermione screamed. Bellatrix laughed at her, “Stupid mud-blood! You think that our great Lord will lose!?” Hermione looked at her coldly and responded, “Well he has before.” Bellatrix was appalled at this mud-blood who dared challenge herself and her Lord. Before either witches could speak anymore, screams could be heard coming from Harry and Voldemort. Than suddenly there was no more green light, instead in place stood Lord Voldemort, victorious at last.


Author's Note: Again I just want to remind everyone that this story starts off slow, but don't worry all the juicey bits will be coming soon!