Chapter 7: Dawn of Justice

[Harry Potter]

✶✶✶

"Stupefy!"

A bolt of red light shot at Bellatrix from behind the coffee table.

She deflected it effortlessly with a shield charm.

"Confrigo!" the dark witch cried, raising her blackthorn wand and firing a bolt of orange light that caused Marla's T.V. to explode.

Then there was silence, punctuated only by Marla sobbing in the corner.

Bellatrix grinned as she strafed out from behind the kitchen counter.

"Poor wittle Harry," Bellatrix said sadly. "There's no Dumbledore around now, there's no Mummy and Daddy to-"

"Accio!" cried Harry beneath his invisibility cloak.

The rug Bellatrix was standing on flew out from under her feet and she lay sprawled on the hardwood floor.

"Stup-AH!" cried Harry as Jeremy rushed at Harry's approximate location. Harry spun and managed to avoid the Blue Melee Minion, following up with a stunning spell to the back of Jeremy's head, but with the distraction Bella rose to her feet, her lips parted in a feral smile and her dark eyes filled with rage.

There was silence.

"Wittle Potter better come play with his Aunty, or else his wittle girlfreind-" Bellatrix stopped, and realized Marla was gone.

In her place, with no cloak to hide him, stood Harry Potter, the man who lived, his holly and phoenix feather wand clutched in his hand.

"Hello Bellatrix," said Harry neutrally as Bellatrix cackled madly.

"Oh little Harry, it has been so long!" Bellatrix mocked. "The last time I saw you-"

"Stupefy!" roared Harry, and a bolt of red light shot toward Bellatrix.

"Protego," said Bellatrix lazilly, and the bolt was deflected harmlessly by the shield charm. She raised her wand above her head and brought it slashing down in an exotic motion.

"Perforo," she said, and an ugly, twisted knife appeared above Harry's head and slashed down towards him.

"Protego!" Harry cried desperately, pointing his wand above his head, and barely managing to deflect the blade. While Harry's hand was still above his head, Bellatrix struck.

"Perfora Maxima!" she called, with a hungry sound in her voice. This time she ended the spell with a poke forward instead of a slash downward.

Twelve glittering steel blades appeared in front of Bellatrix and rushed towards Harry. He rushed to cast a new charm in front of himself, flinching as the knives caught in his magical shield.

"Incendio!" Bellatrix screeched triumphantly, and a gout of flame erupted from her wand.

Harry was brought to one knee as Bellatrix's flames battered against his shield charm. The blades still hung, suspended in midair, turning white hot as Bellatrix sustained the spell even as the wallpaper in Marla's hallway began to catch fire. The shield charm began to tremble.

"Little Harry looses, again," taunts Bellatrix. She cackles triumphantly as the shield charm collapses.

"Oppungo!" roared Harry, and Bellatrix's white-hot knives streaked back towards her, forming the head of a lion with blades for teeth and snapping it's jaws.

"Protego!" she shouted in surprise, but the white hot knives ripped through the shield and through Bellatrix's arm. The scream she made when she saw her hand twitching on the floor was sickening.

She sank to her knees and dropped her wand. She started to giggle as Harry approached.

"This is your surrender, then?" asked Harry coldly, his wand aimed at Lestrange's neck. Bellatrix snorted in laughter.

"Flesh of the servant," she said, chuckling.

"I'm calling this a surrender, ok?" said Harry irritably. A sudden familiar shiver ran down his spine, and the room seemed just a little darker. A hysterical cackle rose in Bellatrix's throat.

The shadows started to whisper.

"Lily!" said the shadows.

"No," said Harry. His eyes began to roll into the back of his head. "Not here."

Bellatrix took advantage of Harry's distraction, and her wand flew into her reamining hand. Her manic smile split her face wide as she channeled her hate and rage into her wand. A tiny red synth-crystal buried inside the wand glowed, acting as a focus for her power, and a humming red lightsaber blade emerged from the tip of her wand. Harry screamed as the dark witch used the saber to slice his holly and phoenix feather wand cleanly in half.

"Lily! Take Harry, I'll hold him off!" whispered the voices.

"No, little Harry," Bellatrix cooed as Harry sunk to his knees beside her.

The Dementors closed in as Harry's consciousness fled.

"This is about YOUR surrender."

✶✶✶