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Chapter 1: The battle
Voldemort’s voice thundered across the Great Hall, issuing an ultimatum: Hand over Harry Potter or die.
“He’s here!” Pansy Parkinson screeched. “Potter’s here! Somebody grab him!”
Tracey was ready to strangle Pansy when Professor McGongall spoke up.
“Thank you, Miss Parkinson. You will now leave the Great Hall,” she said “Perhaps if the rest of you house could follow.”
Tracey left with the other Slytherins, glancing angrily behind her. Most of the students fled but Slughorn rounded up the ones who still wanted to fight.
“We can’t’ just abandon the school!” Tracey insisted. “They can’t ask us to just leave!”
“We won’t, my dear,” said Professor Slughorn. “But before we return, we need reinforcements; we don’t have a chance fighting with just ourselves.”
“Good point,” agreed Theodore Nott.
The Slytherins scattered. No sooner did Tracey begin looking for reinforcements when she saw her old Slytherin dormmate and friend, Laura Gamp.
“Laura!” she called, Laura and the people she was with
“Tracey, what’s going on?” Laura asked. “I just heard Hogwarts is under attack!”
“It is!” said Tracey. “Voldemort just showed up and demanded we hand over Potter.”
After quickly explaining the situation, the Slytherins rounded up as many reinfocred as they could find they all went back to Slughorn who had ran into Charlie Weasley.
“What the hell?!” gasped Charlie. “My little sister is in there!”
“If you’re sister is not of age, she would have been asked to leave,” Slughorn explained.
“Anyone who is of age was allowed to stay, but seeing as we’re outnumbered, we decided to get reinforcements,” Tracey said.
They returned to the castle where the battle hadn’t yet completely stopped, despite Harry Potter’s death. The centaurs forced their way in, and Slughorn and Charlie Weasley lead the way. Tracey followed close behind, and pushed her way into the castle. A huge giant came trampling in and Tracey had to be careful to not be flattened by him. The centaurs joined in as well. Voldemort fired curses at everyone in sight.
Soon, Tracey was locked into a duel with a death eater. She could hear Voldemort’s word echoing in her mind: He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as well every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before him, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together. Tracey, however, was not about to give up. His cold words made her feel angry and defiant. Why should we believe you? I may be about to die, but not without a fight! Tracey thought.
She and Theodore were soon in combat with another death eater.
“Cru—” he shouted,
“Stupefy!” Tracey shouted.
“Petrificus Totalus!” Theodore yelled.
Immobilized, the death eater fell to the ground. The battle was now in full swing, a death eater shot a curse at Tracey, who blocked it and stunned the attacker head on. MacNair shot a curse at Theodore who wheeled around and immobilized him.
“We’re gaining the upperhand,” Tracey said to Theodore.
Out of nowhere, Millicent charged out at them. She tried discarded her wand and just tried to wrestle Tracey into a half-nelson but Tracey dodged and stunned her. She couldn’t see anymore Slytherins, nor did she know what the casualty count was but it didn’t matter. She was focusing in on her own survival. Her adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She didn’t have time to be scared or to question herself. The death eaters showed no mercy to anyone. There were a number of bodies that were scattered throughout the Great Hall.
“You think you have a chance, little girl?” a death eater sneered at them. Tracey fired a spell and stunned the death eater.
Giants and acromantulas had also appeared to join the battle. One giant did appear to be fighting for them, though Tracey had no idea who he was. There were also house elves that were fighting the death eaters, and the centaurs had also joined the fray.
“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!” a voice screamed. Out of nowhere, a woman charged at Bellatrix Lestrange.
Several of the students, including Tracey, ran forward to help, but the woman pushed them aside.
“No! Stand back! She is mine!” the woman insisted.
Tracey stood back, and watched apprehensively. Did this woman stand a chance against the most dangerous dark witch out there? Tracey wasn’t sure, but she also thought taunting an enraged mother, as Bellatrix was doing was foolish. Pride always came before the fall.
“What will the rest of the family do when you’re gone? “When Mummy’s gone the same way was Freddy?!” Bellatrix was taunting.
“YOU. WILL. NEVER. TOUCH. OUR. FAMILY. AGAIN!”
In the ensuing duel, Bellatrix was defeated. Voldemort let out a roar of rage that turned Tracey’s blood cold. He blasted aside Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn, and another man, who were duelling him and went after the woman who killed his strongest follower.
Just then, out of nowhere, Harry Potter appeared! Tracey wondered if she was seeing things. Apparently Voldemort didn’t believe it, either and the two began duelling and debating. Tracey wondered why Potter called “Riddle”. Was Voldemort not his real name?
Voldemort raised his want high into the air, and Potter did the same.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Voldemort shouted.
“EXPELLIARMUS!” Potter shouted back.
The two wands appeared to meet and Voldemort fell to the ground. At that moment, Tracey knew it was over. Voldemort was gone. A huge wave of relief swept over.
“Tracey!” someone called. Tracey saw her parents, and ran up to them.
“You’re all right!” her mother said.
“When did you get here?” Tracey asked
“When the fighting picked up, we received word that Hogwarts was under attack. We asked your head of house said Slytherins were asked to leave, so they had gone to get reinforcement,” Tracey’s father said. “We knew you’d come back to fight.”
Now that the battle was over, Tracey could see the bodies. With some trepidation, she glanced over to see if anyone she knew was dead. She saw Vincent Crabbe lying among the dead death eaters, and wasn’t surprised he’d join, he had shown considerable talent in casting dark spells, and it was alarming. However, Tracey guessed that this may have also killed him. He didn’t have the skills to control anything powerful.
The newly-appointed Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, addressed the crowd, promising dramatic changes to the Ministry and to build a new future. Whatever was ahead, Tracey thought, the worst was over.