Chapter 14 : The End of War
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Here is your fourteenth chapter. The end of the war.
PS I have rewritten the last part. It seemed very unVoldemorty.
Chapter 14: The End of War
A deadly battle was happening between the four. Wands were slashing so fast they were blurred, and sparks were flying everywhere around them. Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Antonin Dolohov and Walden Macnair were all battling their hardest. Macnair and Dolohov were fighting, fighting to kill.
Dolohov and Macnair thought they had an easy battle ahead them, but obviously they were wrong. Hermione and Draco were much more powerful than what they expected them to be. They were more than seventeen year old seventh years, they were two young adults, knowing more spells than ever.
“Avada Kedavra! ”
The green jet of light that erupted from the tip of Macnair’s wand missed Draco’s shoulder by inches.
“Need some proper ‘aiming’ lessons Macnair?” Draco yelled. “
Macnair protected himself with protego.
Meanwhile Dolohov and Hermione was in a right state. Dolohov had cuts and bruises all over his face. Hermione’s eye was swollen, and she was panting deeply, like she had just ran around the Quidditch pitch three times.
The spell hit the panting Hermione squarely on the chest, and she screamed. A scream that could be heard all along the corridor. And that made Harry and Ron, who were searching for her at the end of the corridor to come rushing towards them.
“Hermione!” Harry didn’t think twice, and ran to Hermione’s aid.
Together they fought Dolohov, and Ron helped Draco.
“ Expelliarmus! ”
A red jet of light burst from Harry’s wand, and hit directly towards Dolohov. Dolohov’s wand flew from his hands, and Harry, with the skills of the youngest seeker who made it into the team, caught the wand at the tip of his fingers.
Thick ropes burst from Draco’s wand and they bound themselves tightly around Macnair. He struggled to get free, but he was tightly bound, and could not move one bit. One down, and one more to go! Dolohov was in a panic now, he’s partner was down, and he was wandless, in other words, he was useless. He cared no more, and punched Harry with all his might in the stomach. Harry, who doubled up in pain dropped Dolohov’s wand. Dolohov quickly picked up his wand before either of them could get it, and pointed it directly at Hermione.
“ Avada Kedavra!
The green light zoomed towards Hermione, but she jumped out of the way, the spell hit the wall, and several heavy framed paintings came crashing down. One of the paitings was really close to hitting Draco, but Hermione stopped it.
“Thank you Hermione!”
“No prob-“ Hermione didn’t even have a chance to finish her sentence, and she was hit by Dolohov’s second spell.
She stopped in mid-sentence, and fell slowly to the ground, her face with a frightened expression.
“No Hermione! Hermione! No! No!”
Draco opened his eyes, he was struggling in his bed, but he noticed that he was in the hospital wing. Hermione, Harry and Ron were all around him, watching him anxiously. Hermione was clutching his hand, and when she saw him opening his eyes, she felt a burst of happiness erupt in her.
“Draco! You’re alive! I’m so happy!” She hugged him very tightly.
Draco hugged her back, and gave her a kiss behind the ear (there came a loud cough from Harry).
When Hermione finally released Draco, he finally managed to croak in a feeble voice, “ yes, I’m alive Hermione. What happened anyway?”
“Dolohov hit you with a spell, and you passed out for hours. We all thought you were dead.”
“Not that it wouldn’t do us any help,” Harry muttered in Ron’s ear.
Ron sniggered, and quickly stopped when Hermione shot him one of her best death stares before she returned back to Draco.
“I you feeling better now Draco?”
“There are some sore bits, but, I’m otherwise, feeling quite okay.”
Hermione gave a dry sob, and hugged Draco tightly again.
“Hermione! Let me breathe!” Draco gasped through behind her.
“I’m so sorry!”
“What has happened to the Dark Lord? The Death Eaters? Are they still attacking the school? Why is it suddenly so quiet?”
“Voldemort sort o-“
Before Harry could even finish talking, a great crash vibrated throughout the whole school.
“Great! He’s attacking again. It must’ve been a trick!” And with that, Harry and Ron sprinted out of the hospital wing.
Draco tried to get out of his bed, but Hermione stopped him.
“No Draco, you’re not fit for fighting. Not just yet.”
“Let go Hermione! I have to go! What would you think will happen if I ’ve suddenly disappeared? They could attack me, murder me in this bed! How would you think how I would feel not knowing what will happen?”
“Hermione, there’s no way you’re stopping me.”
Draco yanked his thin blanket off him and glided out the room, Hermione staring at his back, before coming to her senses and sprinting after him. She found him duelling with a masked man.
The man ducked very violently to avoid the red jet of light hurtling towards him, but in the flurry of movement, his mask fell off. It was Lucius Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was duelling with his own father, and Hermione registered that it was all for her.
“No!” Hermione sprinted towards them and jumped in between them. “Draco! How can you do this? To your own father!” she cried, completely wild. “If this is all for me, I’m not worth it.”
Draco stared at Hermione, and lowered his wand.
“Well, I must say, a stinky, little Mudblood can actually stop a stupid boy from killing his father,” sneered Lucius Malfoy.
“ Petrificus Totalus! ”
Lucius Malfoy’s arms snapped to his body as his legs snapped together, and he fell onto the stone floor.
“Draco!” Hermione screeched. “How could you attack your own father!”
“That’s what anyone gets for calling you a Mudblood,” Draco spat.
“Hermione, he’ll come too. Come one.”
Draco clutched Hermione’s hand, and ran towards the darkened grounds.
“Draco, where are we going?”
“ You’re going away from Hogwarts. It is even more dangerous here now. Voldemort has come into the school himself! My father would know that!”
“No way. There is no way I am going from the school.”
Draco hadn’t even opened his mouth to say something else, and Hermione had already ran back into the castle. When he followed shortly, he found her reunited with Harry and Ron. Everywhere Draco looked, wands were blurry from the flurry of them. He rushed over to Hermione and Weasley who had suddenly crowded around Potter.
“What happened? What’s up with Potter?” he asked.
“Harry’s scar is hurting. You-Know-Who must be coming.”
As Ron spoke, Voldemort was backed into entrance hall by the spells Dumbledore was firing at him.
“You’re losing old man! You’re losing!”
Dumbledore smiled. “That is because Tom, I have to lose. I am not the one to kill you.” He opened his arms. “I welcome death, but bear in mind Tom, you will never be the greatest sorcerer in the world.”
With a scream of fury, Voldemort casted the spell that killed many others. Before falling to the ground, his wand clattered to the floor and Voldemort summoned it to himself.
“NOOOOOO!” Harry bounded forwards.
“The boy who lived finally decides to show his face! But you are brave. You decide to face the greatest sorcerer in the world!”
“Did you not listen to Dumbledore? You will never be the greatest sorcerer in the world. Even if you hold the elder wand.”
“The elder wand is the most powerful wand, and I, Lord Voldemort killed the last master, which makes it mine!”
“Dumbledore wasn’t the last master. There was a new master since last year on the clock tower. Until now, he probably didn’t even know he was the master of the elder wand. Draco Malfoy is the master if the elder wand.”
“But does it matter? I can attend to him after I kill you. Yes Harry, you are going to die. Tonight! Avada Kedavra! ”
Both jets of light hit each other, and Harry’s face contorted in concentration as the green light slowly moved towards him. Knowing he had to do something, Draco jumped forwards.
With the power of two spells, the red lights moved towards Voldemort. His face turned into a snarl.
“Draco how dare-“
He could not finish for the lights hit his wand. His wand flew out of his hands and Draco and Harry caught it at the same time. The rebounding green light hit Voldemort squarely in the chest. And Lord Voldemort fell backwards onto the marble floor.
The dark wizard whom had been known by every wizard and witch for nearly eighteen years was finally dead.
I was killing myself writing the Dumbledore dying part.
Now, you know what to do. Review please!!
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