“Potter! I knew you’d come! Only, you’ve just missed your girlfriend, we had to, ah, do away, with her!” Voldemort laughed but Harry knew he was lying. However, he put on a great act of being devastated. He Covered his face, crying from the pain of losing her.
He looked through his fingers all around the room. The bodies of his team members had been moved over near Snape, some had regained consciousness but were tied up in magical ropes. Snape was also awake, though obviously trying to seem like he wasn’t.
“My Ginny! You bastard! I will kill you for this” he cried, falling to his knees, pushing Wormtail out of the doorway so Neville could get into the room.
The Malfoys came running into the room then, Draco laughing at Harry’s pain. “You should have listened to me on that first day we met Potter,” he spat, “then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten yourself tangled up with filth like the Weasleys and could have joined OUR side!” they all laughed, not noticing that Harry was pulling his wand from the inside of his robes.
In a flash both Draco and Lucius were on the ground, stunned into silence. Wormtail looked horrified, it was as if Harry could read his mind, he thought Harry had stunned both of them at once! He made a mental note to thank Neville profusely.
He stood up then, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction, “do you really think I don’t know that Ginny’s safe?” he walked cautiously around the room, keeping his wand leveled at Voldemort and one eye on Wormtail. “I, after all, am the one who escorted her from the building,” he laughed as he noticed Kingsley was rubbing his wrists where the ropes had been.
He raised his wand to curse Wormtail as he felt himself being tackled from behind. He fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, but he rolled over, wand ready. Bellatrix was standing over him, grinning dementedly. Harry saw Kingsley and Leslie tense in anticipation but they could do nothing at the moment, they had no wands.
She raised her wand, smiling evilly, “crucio!” she shouted. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but it never did. He heard her fall to the floor near him, screaming, writhing in agony.
Harry opened his eyes, and saw Neville, standing over her an insane light in his eye. “How do you like it Bellatrix? Huh? Are you CRAZY, yet? How long does THAT take? How long did you torture them before they LOST THEIR MINDS?!” Harry wasn’t sure what to do. Bellatrix deserved this, but he didn’t want Neville to go down that road, he was too good of a person.
He stood up and grabbed Neville’s hand. “Neville, stop!”
He glanced up, finally realizing what he had been doing and stepped back, shock appearing on his boyish face. “Harry, I, oh my God what have I done?” he dropped his wand and ran from the room.
Harry saw his moment, he kicked Neville’s wand to Kingsley and rounded on Voldemort and Wormtail. Harry laughed at what he saw. Wormtail was crouching behind Voledmort’s chair, shivering in fright. “Wormtail!” Harry called, “you are pathetic,” he was suddenly sad, filled with pity for him, the last friend of his father’s, “I should have let Sirius and Lupin kill you when they had the chance,” his voice cracked, filled with emotion. “We could have avoided all of this,” he growled and stunned Wormtail.
“It’s just you and me now, Voldemort, I know those aren’t odds you like, you COWARD. You prefer to have your minions do most of your dirty work. Well,” he gestured around the room to the disabled death eaters who were being guarded by Kingsley, “they are indisposed at the moment, as you can see.”
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