Upside Down

That1OverThere - I was more along the lines of a US size 18-20. I'm quite large....*sigh* And I hate it when people just waltz up to me and say "Hey....go on a diet!" Well you know what? It's a little harder than that...I'm an emotional eater....and my dad passed away a few months ago...no teen should have to go through that...even if they're eighteen at the time. Anyway...thanks for the review, and I look forward to hearing more from you in the future!! ^_^

distinctlyME - Goodness you're a violent one! You have to let me finish you silly little pudding pop! I know that chappie was a bit....odd....but I'll say this one thing for Ruby: She was running on pure adrenaline. We'll see where she is when that winds down and she truly realizes what she did. And as for Ron dying...if you go back and read my other stories....you'll know I always have happy ever after....I'm a marshmallow that way.... BTW, see if the...well...order in this chapter looks a bit familiar.....

LolaDiBlack - *giggles* I love your review. And Bellatrix's platonic relationship with spongebob is going to appear again. And it was quite fun to write her flipping off old Voldy. As stupid as it was....if I was standing in front of him, and I had last words....they would probably be something like that...oh and the 'child of magic' bit isn't quite over yet...but you'll have to hang on for that one...

Absence - *blushes* Oh! What a lovely review. I'm so happy you like my lil story. It makes me happy to write it. And yes, especially the parts about Bella....she's just effing crazy and it's so much fun to write that! About the physical part of the last chapter...you'll just have to wait and see about why I did that..but I promise this one is a bit more angsty.

Baybeetricia - Yay! A newcomer! You're not too late to join the festivities. I'm so glad you're here! And Ruby thanks you for your concern, but she's not one to accept pity. And as for the quick update....is this fast enough?

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Bellatrix had been at the front lines since the beginning, she and Rodolphus fighting back to back to protect each other. And they were doing a mighty fine job of it. Several Death Eaters were already dead by their wands, and the others were starting to back away from the pair.

While they had been servants of Voldemort, Bella and Roddy were feared amongst their brethren. Bella was a favorite of the Master, and by association so was Roddy. Voldemort had high hopes for them from the beginning.

Bellatrix wasn’t feeling well. She was a bit queasy, and the charmed leather armor she had worn under her white robes was squeezing her uncomfortably. It wasn’t enough to distract her from her dueling, but it was enough to make her worry. If she or Roddy were killed, the other would be irreparably damaged. And if she were just harmed enough to kill the baby, she would never forgive herself, and neither would Rodolphus.

She wondered why the bloody hell she hadn’t talked to Dumbledore and been stationed at the back of the group. She had meant to, and meant to explain her circumstances, but the distraction on pregnancy, Kyra, and getting the high hard one nightly from her husband proved a formidable distraction.

Bellatrix’s conscious was fighting with itself. As she had been for a while, she was torn between the past and present. Her parents would be rolling in their graves to see her fighting on the same side as the likes of Albus Dumbledore. They had never quite liked his ‘rescue the half-bloods and Muggleborns’ attitude.

She turned her head to the side and caught sight of Dumbledore. For an old man, he sure was a fighter. He was knocking aside Death Eaters left and right….in a one on one battle with the Master, he probably could have either put up on hell of a fight, or won outright. It was hard to say, really.

She howled in agony as a curse grazed the top of her shoulder, slicing open her robes and cutting the flesh. She was dazed for a moment, but thankful it wasn’t her wand arm. She shook herself out of the daze and the remnants of her reverie and went back to fighting.

Her nausea was starting to get the best of her. She was seeing spots, and her mouth was watering like a garden hose. She finally knocked one Death Eater on his arse, and then bent beside him and vomited. He scooted away, a horrified look on his face.

“Gods, that was just....vile!” he snapped. She then promptly killed him.

“Your face was vile....now shut the fuck up.” She said, and wiped her mouth. Rodolphus was at her side.

“Are you all right?” he asked. She nodded, and spat on the ground.

“Uh…armor’s too tight.” She said quickly. He nodded, and went back to fighting. She blew out a breath, and cast a quick cleansing charm on her tongue before blasting off some more killing curses.

Rodolphus looked over his shoulder to make sure Bella really was all right. The shoulder of her robes was stained red, and her face was a bit pale, but she appeared fine otherwise.

Rodolphus went back to his dueling, nothing much on his mind but the string of curses that flickered through just before he cast them. He was concerned for his wife, of course, but he knew she could take care of herself. She was a master duelist.

He did, though, feel quite a bit of guilt at mowing down his brethren like this. He was still torn at the decision to pledge loyalty to the Order…but he knew if he’d stepped back to the Master’s side, the bastard would have killed him immediately. Besides…he wouldn’t turn his back on Bella. She was all he had left in this world.
His Mark was burning each time he killed another, and the pain was so intense that if he had held his wand in his left hand he wouldn’t have been able to keep up the grip. He suspected Snape was feeling about the same way.

And he was right.

Let it never be said that Severus Snape wasn’t a good duel. Quite the opposite in fact. Pair that with the fact that quite a majority of the Death Eaters had either participated in or enjoyed more than one of his tortures at the hands of Voldemort, and it made for a disastrous combinations for those fools.

His Mark sent searing pain through his arm each time he killed one of the Death Eaters. He felt a bit of jealousy towards Lucius and Bellatrix, because they wouldn’t have to deal with that pain. Their Marks were gone, and they were free to kill the Death Eaters as they wished.

He could smell the tangy scent of blood, and see it staining the white robes of the Order members as they either fought or fell.

He had to give it to Hermione and Ruby…these designs were smart….he’d mostly shot down the other designs for being too ‘frilly.’ These robes were shorter than the Death Eater robes, and harder to get a grip on. The sleeves were loose and easy to move the arm around in, and the collar fit closely so that it couldn’t be grabbed either.

He turned to his left and grinned viciously when he saw a particularly sharp pain-in-his-arse. Reginald Filkin was a bastard if he’d ever seen one. More than once he had stood and taunted Snape after a particularly nasty whipping for Voldemort’s pleasure. He went straight for him, not missing the look of terror on Filkin’s face as he knocked him on his arse with a well-aimed Flippendo.

Filkin scrambled to his feet, and leveled his shaking wand on Severus, whose wand was aimed with deadly accuracy right between his eyes.

“Come now, Snape….surely you aren’t going to kill one of your old friends?” Filkin asked. He was a short, ugly little fellow, with beady little brown eyes and cropped hair. Snape sneered at him.

“Old friend? What was the last thing you said to me? Oh I know….it was something along the lines of: ‘If I ever see your skinny arse around here again, you greasy overgrown dungeon bat, then I’ll shove your face into a cauldron of acid.’” He said, affecting a whiny voice to mimic Reginald.

“I was only kidding, Severus….”

Snape cut him off with a short bark of laughter. He reached into his white robes, and pulled out a clear glass bottle. “Do you know what this is, Filkin?” The pudgy little man shook his head fearfully, never lowering his wand. Snape flipped off the stopper of the bottle with his finger, letting it fall to the floor. “It’s acid.” He hissed, and threw the contents of the bottle at Filkin. The man threw his arms up, and the liquid splashed onto his face and arms, the skin beginning to melt. He let out a horrible scream, and began to attempt to wipe off the acid, only succeeding in removing clumps of flesh. He then took off in a run, and Death Eaters and Order members alike separated before him, horrified looks on their faces at the disfigured man.

A presence at Severus’ side made him turn. He looked into the eyes of Dumbledore.

“What was that, Severus…?” he asked softy.

“That may or may not have been sulfuric acid.” Snape said, and turned to walk away, blasting a staring Death Eater with the killing curse as he walked. Dumbledore watched him leave, before turning in time to lock a shield in front of him to keep Fenrir Greyback from crashing into him.

“Well hello there, Headmaster!” Fenrir snarled, showing his yellow, pointy teeth.

“Greyback.” Albus said, blasting him back with a stunner. Of course he knew that one stunner would not take down Greyback…and he was right. The werewolf got to his feet, albeit he looked a little unsteady.

“Snape sure is a dark one, aint he?” Greyback growled, pounding on Dumbledore’s shield.

“He’s been wronged by so many. He has a right to be angry with your lot.” He replied, attempting once more to stun him.

“Our lot? Your precious Potions Master was part of our lot at one time, Headmaster.” Fenrir snapped, throwing his entire body at the shield. Let it never be said that Fenrir Greyback was weak…. He shattered the shield with his body, and went at Dumbledore with his sharpened nails crooked like claws.

He was blind sided by a smaller figure, and knocked to the ground, his head banging painfully to the ground. Fenrir grabbed his assailant and flung him off of him, scrambling to his feet. He looked down.

“Lupin! You sorry little bitch!” he snarled. Remus scrambled up as well, his own teeth bared in an animalistic way.

“Say what you want about me, Greyback, even attack me if you dare….but do not for a moment attempt to harm Albus Dumbledore.” He snarled.

Fenrir charged at him. Remus met him halfway, and with growls that could only come from animals they fought with each other. Several fighting groups stopped to watch the two werewolves go at it.

Fenrir was much larger than Remus, but Remus had more to fight for. Fenrir wrestled Remus for the dominant position, clawing and biting at the smaller man. But Remus brought his knee up at just the right time, catching the large beast of a man in his groin. A few of the surrounding males winced in sympathy, even for Greyback, and then watched in amazement as Remus switched their positions, flipping himself on top of Greyback. He wasted no time in pulling back and punching Greyback in the throat as hard as he could, effectively crushing his windpipe. With a desperate swipe, Greyback caught Remus across the face with his sharpened nails, cutting him from temple to chin with four long gashes horizontally across his face. Remus roared, and drew back; scrabbling off of the other werewolf and standing to watch him slowly suffocate.

As Fenrir’s lips turned blue, he lifted his yellow eyes to Remus, and drew back his lips. He tried to say something, but it came out as a gurgled mess. Then his eyes rolled back, and he was still. Remus was shivering, his eyes dilated to a wolfish intensity. He looked down at Greyback’s dead body, and his fists clenched. Then, without warning, he threw back his head and howled. It wasn’t a sound that could be mistaken for a human mock of a wolf….it was all animal in its intensity. He howled until he ran out of breath, and then he stopped, and looked back down at Greyback.

“Who’s the bitch now?” he asked, before turning and blasting several unsuspecting Death Eaters that had been watching the fight. The battle resumed around them, no one caring about Fenrir Greyback’s body.

Dumbledore had to hide a smile. There were a lot of witnesses to that death, and quite a bounty on Greyback’s head. If the Order could keep this up, Lupin would be a wealthy man when this was all over…
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Oh my....Remus you animal! (I know...I know....)

This chapter was a little harder to write. I had to look up acids, and see all kinds of nasty pictures...*shiver* then I had to look up the best way to crush a windpipe. My goodness....I may not sleep tonight, so please...if you read this little blurb...leave me a comment to keep me company tonight.

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