HP: MAGICAL LIFE CHAPTER 33 (Patreon)

Chapter 33

LUCIUS MALFOY

Lucius Malfoy watched as his master floated towards the run-down shack. The backstabber Peter Pettigrew continued to stir the huge cauldron making his heart thump in his chest as he awaited his master’s ascension.

He looked at the hostages, his eyes finding the Slytherin student his son often lamented about. The mud blood who had disgraced the noble house of Slytherin. A stain on the history of their house.

“You eyeing your pick of the lot,” Yaxley commented from the side, and Lucius was repulsed slightly by the hunger he had in his eyes as he stared at the blonde girl.

He did not deign to give him a reply as he looked at his watch.

One minute left.

“Well, Dumbledore seems to be running out of tim….”

BOOOOM! BOOOM!

And suddenly, there were a couple of loud explosions. Lucius immediately took out his wand, shouting.

“HAVE THE WARD BEEN BREACHED!”

And there was the sound of coughing and tumbling as they all inhaled the smoke.

“NO! It’s the Hostages! They are trying to run!” and before he could raise his wand.

‘Zehphrio!’ and the area began to clear up as their master raised his wand. And Lucius watched the six hostages running through the graveyard, trying to escape.

‘Do not let them get away!’ came their masters’ command, and all of them were on the move. Rushing to stop them.

“BOMBARDA!” “STUPEFY”

“EXPULSO!”

Spells flew, and Lucius could see them struggle as they tried to run and fight off the twelve of them. Moreso, carrying the two unconscious girls.

He saw the Slytherin boy turn and watched him slash his wand.

“Sectumsempra!” Lucius ducked on instinct.

“AGHHH!” Selwyn, behind him, took the full brunt of that spell.

“CRCUIO!” he raised his wand and cast the unforgivable!

“AGHHH!” he saw the spell hit one of them, and watched them fall to the ground. It was the boy from Drumstrang who seemed to be carrying another student.

“CRUCIO!” “AVIS!”

And a small bundle of birds appeared, blocking the barrage in front of the fallen kid.

“DON’T STOP! JUST RUN!” he heard someone scream as the boy from Slytherin stopped and raised his wand.

“LUMOS SOLIUM!”

Lucius had to close his eyes as the whole area was dyed in shimmering bright light. However, he continued to cast spells in their general direction.

“AGHH MY EYES!” he heard some of his companions scream.

Though suddenly, he felt the mark on his hand burn. Burn like the way it used to years ago, and Lucius squinted his eyes and watched his master descend into the huge cauldron.

BANG! The cauldron broke immediately. Clouds of darkness formed and shimmered as they coalesced into a singular entity. It was as if the magic itself was reeling back, as suddenly the clouds expanded and shockwave reverberated across the whole graveyard.

BOOM! THACK!

Lucius was thrown back and hit a gravestone as a shadow flew past him, heading straight for the edge of the graveyard.

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ELIZABETH WHITE

Hope bubbled in her heart as she saw the edge of the graveyard. They could finally get out. She continued to run with Fleur, who was also carrying Gabrielle, right behind her, followed by Krum, carrying Hermione.

They moved cautiously, trying to avoid the barrage of spells aimed right at them.

“WE ARE ALMOST THERE!” she screamed as she glanced back, but her eyes widened as she saw a cloud of darkness rushing towards them. She barely had enough time to raise her wand.

“PROTEGO!” she shouted as a shimmering shield appeared in front of her. But it was not enough, for she was thrown back as the wave of darkness hit her.

“AGHH!” she grunted in pain as she fell on her back. Her vision blurred as she writhed on the ground in pain. She could see they were at the graveyard’s edge, even with her blurry vision.

But suddenly, her senses screamed at her to run. To get away. The shouting stopped, and the graveyard quieted down as she saw someone land at the edge of the graveyard.

“ACCIO!” and suddenly, she felt herself getting pulled back. And then she felt herself crash into another person’s body, and she looked up to find the pale face of Edward holding her in his arm. His wand was still aimed straight ahead.

His face was pale, and he seemed to be bleeding from several places though he still stood tall. Beside him, Fleur and Krum had also taken out their wands and were huddled around Gabrielle and Hermione.

“It’s him. We need to be very careful,” he heard him mutter and a feeling of dread crept over her as she looked at the figure in the black rob standing in their way.

The death eaters had now regrouped and were kneeling on the ground, standing right behind them.

His skin seemed to be white and had a scaly sheen to it like that of a snake. His nose was replaced by what seemed like slits though what made her tremble were those eyes. Those gaunt red eyes stared at them with nothing but insignificance. Like they were playthings.

She saw him glance their way, his eyes looking at them, examining them, and she shuddered as they passed by her, for they felt invasive. It was as if he was examining her whole being. Dissecting it.

“It seems the next generation has no respect for me,” and even his voice made her hair stand up. It was hoarse and seemed as if he was hissing his words. The magic in the air was bubbling with foulness. It was reviling and making her remain on edge.

“Kneel!” and Elizabeth felt herself fall to her knees. Her body obeyed her words as if she was a puppet. She looked up and found only Edward standing, blood dripping from his face though he stood.

She saw Voldemort’s smile widen as his eyes narrowed as he focused on Edward.

“Ohh! It seems I have a challenger.” His voice filled with mirth.

“You have already achieved what you wanted! Let us leave!” Edward shouted, his wands still at the ready. Voldemort licked his lips as his smile widened.

“And miss the opportunity to test Hogwarts finest! It would be such a waste! So why don’t I make you an offer,” and she saw Edward’s eyes narrow before he nodded.

“I offer you the chance to duel me, Lord Voldemort. And in return, I shall let your friends leave this place,” and her eyes widened. Dueling him.

It was suicide.

“Don’t take i….”

“I accept, but you let them leave first,” Edward spoke up before Fleur could finish her words. Elizabeth herself was distraught. She pushed herself to stand up and pulled Edward’s arm.

“Have you gone mad? He will kill you!” she whispered.

“Ohh! That I will! But for a mud-blood like him, it will be an honor to die at the hands of Lord Voldemort!” Voldemort said from the side, Edward looked at her, and she could see the look in his eyes.

“Just listen to me and leave, and do as told you, please,” he said, glancing at the shivering form of Gabrielle. Fleur was now hugging his arm.

“Don’t do this! He will kill you!” she pleaded desperately while her body shook.

“Ahhh! Young love,” her head snapped as Voldemort interrupted the French girl, and she only saw a blur as she heard a snarl.

“Crucio!”

And the spell was headed straight for Fleur, who couldn’t move because Gabrielle was right behind her, but Edward had been able to react as he stood in front of her, slashing his wand, making the earth rise up to intercept the spell.

BOOM! The earthen wall was blasted away from the force of the spell, and Elizabeth covered her face to stop the dirt from entering her eyes.

“AGHH!” she heard Edward, though he still stood tall, huffing as he gasped for breath.

“Ahh! Such a display of love, such sincerity.” He said with a smile opening up his arms as he looked towards his death eaters before suddenly raising his wand blurred again.

“It infuriates me! Crucio!”

“AGHHHH!” she saw Edward grunt once more, collapsing to his knees as he tried to stop himself from shouting.

Suddenly he stopped, and Elizabeth watched as Fleur aimed a barrage o spells at him. He swatted them away like they were nothing before shaking his hand in a disappointed way.

“It seems you must learn to respect your betters, you filthy creature!” and she saw him slash his wand as fire gushed out, heading straight for Fleur. Elizabeth saw her whip her own wand as she summoned water, but the fire was enormous, and the water was not enough to hold it back.

She picked up her wand, summoned water, “Aquario!” and felt people behind her shuffle.

“NO!” she heard him snarl, “I shall deal with them myself!” Krum joined them as well, but all three of them were still being pushed back, and the way he was smiling, easily.

“On my signal! You all run! No matter what happens, you don’t stop! Apparate away as soon as you are out!”

“But Edwa,” Fleur tried to say, but he was not listening for he seemed was busy muttering a spell, though she saw him give Krum a nod.

“NOW!”

“TEMPEST!” she heard him scream, watching lightning descend from the sky. Crashing onto the ground. They let go of their spells and ducked to avoid the overpowering flames.

BOOOOOM!

It was a big explosion. She felt herself getting pushed from behind as they ran. The debris was cleared up, and suddenly she heard a scream!

“ENOUGH!”

Elizabeth was getting pushed back as the ground shook from his mere shout, and she found herself tumbling again.

Though she was out of the graveyard! She looked to the side and found that everyone was out except Edward, who was still running.

“CRUCIO!” she heard Voldemort scream as his wand aimed at Edward, and for the first time, she heard her friend scream.

“AHHHHH! AHHHHHH!” he screamed, his body convulsing on the ground. And she noticed his robes were now in flame.

“I tried to give you an honorable death! Yet it seems you mud bloods aren’t even worthy of that!”

Dread pooled in her heart as she saw him raise his hand. Edward’s body continued to convulse! Elizabeth pushed herself to move to reach him. She saw Krum vanish with a pop as he apparated away.

“Avada Kedavara!” and her heart stopped as she saw the green bolt rushing towards her friend, a distant shout from of “NOOOOO!” ringing in her ears.

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ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

Albus slashed his wand, and a wall erupted in front of the three remaining students! Blocking the killing curse! He saw Elizabeth White’s head whip towards her, and his temper rose as he saw the fear and panic on her face.

“Professor,” he heard her mutter as he stepped forward, just as Tom broke down the wall bringing it down.

And Dumbledore felt his heart tear as he saw the state of Tom, of what he had become. He smiled as he saw him, and Dumbledore was saddened as he saw the score of Death Eaters standing behind Tom.

“Dumbledore! How marvelous of you to join us,” Tom said grandiosely, and Dumbledore scanned the surroundings and found no trace of the other three students. He turned to his Head girl.

“Where are the rest of you?” he questioned her. She stammered a bit before finally replying.

“Umm! They have apparated to Hogsmeade! The pla…” and he held up his hand. This was enough as he handed her the portkey he had prepared beforehand.

“Take this and go!” he said.

“But, Professor,” she tried to say, but he shook off his words, slashing his wand once more to block Tom’s barrage.

“You all will be a hindrance! The Aurors will be arriving any second! GO!” he added and saw her nod as she and the French girl took hold of young Edward before activating the portkey.

He felt relieved as he saw them vanish with a pop.

Dumbledore finally let go of his temper. He had held himself back for their sake. His magic erupted, repelling all the foulness that had gathered in the air.

The ground beside Tom erupted into columns that danced around him, trapping him, though Tom simply blasted them off before he took to the skies.

“This will not work, TOM! The Aurors will be here any second!” Dumbledore spoke and saw the death eaters panic at his words, but Tom merely sneered as he levitated.

“YOU THINK AURORS CAN STOP ME! EVEN DEATH COULD NOT STOP LORD VOLDEMORT!” he screamed as he aimed a barrage straight at him.

“But love did!” Dumbledore replied as he swung his own wand making the ground beneath him lift and intercept Tom’s attack before heading straight toward Tom.

Dumbledore felt the air crack beside him as he felt teams of Auror land one after the other. His attack was stopped by Tom, who made the matter disintegrate with his magic.

He felt Amelia Bones walk up, her face pale as she saw Voldemort levitating in front of her.

“Gods have mercy! He has returned! How?” and it was a question that intrigued him as well. But this was for later.

“Well! “ Everyone seems quite excited about my return,” Tom commented, and Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed as Tom suddenly spun his wand!

His eyes widened as he felt the magic shift as he let go of the spell!

“GET BACK!” he screamed at the Aurors, trying to rush towards Tom, as he slashed his wand, bringing up a barrier to protect everyone from Tom’s attack!

He watched as darkness spread everywhere and heard screams of men!

“AGHHH!”

“AGHHH!” “SAVE ME! MY LORD, SAVE MEEEE!”

And watched as death eaters vanished as well, leaving only Tom, who looked him in the eye.

“Goodbye, Dumbledore!” before he himself vanished with a pop. Dumbledore swung his wand muttering the incantation, clearing up the clouds of darkness.

“Good Lord!” Amelia cursed from his side, and several Aurors emptied their guts as they saw the scene in front of them, for there were bodies that had disintegrated as if rodents had eaten them and then heated in a fire.

Two bodies that included one Auror, who was now unrecognizable, and one, even his very own death eater.

“It was Dawlish! It’s Dawlish!” someone screamed, and Dumbledore closed his eyes as he mourned the first innocent soul lost to another war.

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BOOM! This needed two rewrites before I could finally pen this down!

Hope you like this!

If Edward was alone, he would probably have fared a lot better, but covering for six people alone and facing Voldemort while being injured is too much.