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Once again, contains spoilers about Deathly Hallows Part II
Chapter Fifty-Two - Loving Angels Instead
Gradually, the bodies were moved to a room just off the Great Hall and the survivors grouped together. The hour was almost up and people were slowly moving towards the doors, preparing for the battle to commence once more.
Izabella stood in the Entrance Hall with Sirius. She was extremely tired, but didn't show it as she knew that Sirius would send her home at any sign of weakness. She needed to be there for Harry.
As an hour came and went, worried mumbles echoed around Hogwarts.
“What if he went to the Forest?” Izabella said, looking up at Sirius as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Izabella stop worrying. Harry knows what he's doing.” Sirius said. He kissed Izabella's forehead and smiled gently, but as she looked away, burying her face against his chest and locking her arms around his waist, Sirius' face creased and he looked just as concerned as Izabella did.
Just as people began getting impatient, the cold voice rang throughout Hogwarts for the final time.
“Harry Potter is dead.”
Izabella froze, her chest began to rise and fall rapidly then she shook her head before she ran out of the castle, others followed her and together, they watched the procession of Death Eaters, lead by Voldemort and a sobbing Hagrid, who was carrying Harry gently in his huge arms. As Hagrid laid Harry down on the floor in front of the steps, a loud scream was ripped from Izabella's throat and she stumbled forward, yanking out of Sirius' grasp as he tried to pull her back. She fell to her knees beside Harry's body.
“No.” she cried, tears cascading down her face.
Voldemort was silent for a moment as he looked down at the sobbing person in front of him.
“Izabella?” he said, his voice mildly surprised. Through her tears, Izabella saw a blonde figure step out from the crowd of Death Eaters. Then she looked up at Voldemort, her face full of contempt.
“So you really were a traitor?” he said, his voice was low and dangerous. He looked up to the crowds on the steps and raised his voice. “I do not take kindly to traitors.”
He lifted his wand and directed it at Izabella, but suddenly there were hands pulling at Izabella's shoulders and Lucius Malfoy was in front of her, writhing in pain from Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse. Narcissa stepped forward, shrieking her husband's name and Voldemort lifted his wand. Lucius fell to the floor, breathing heavily.
“Lucius, when will you learn that she doesn't love you?” Voldemort said, sighing.
“You can't... Her baby... It's not right.” Lucius panted, struggling to get to his feet. Izabella watched, her hands cradling her bump and Sirius holding her tightly.
As Lucius staggered to his wife, he turned and Izabella smiled gently.
“Thank you.” she mouthed. He nodded as Voldemort stared at her stomach, looking almost disgusted, then suddenly Neville Longbottom came flying towards Voldemort until he lifted his wand and with a loud bang he disarmed Neville, throwing him flat onto his back.
“Who is this?” Voldemort asked as Neville hurried to his feet.
“The Longbottom boy my Lord. The son of the Aurors.” Bellatrix said hungrily.
“Ah yes.” Voldemort said quietly. “You are a Pureblood, you will be welcome amongst us.”
“I'll join you when hell freezes over.” Neville spat.
“Very well.” Voldemort said, raising his wand. A black shape flew through the air and landed in his hands. He held it up, revealing the Sorting Hat. “There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts. Everyone will be in Slytherin.” he announced as he shoved the hat roughly onto Neville's head.
“Neville is going to demonstrate what happens to anyone that disobeys me.”
With a flick of his wand, Voldemort set the hat on fire. Flames burst into life on Neville's head, but before Izabella could step forward and help, a group of centaurs appeared, firing arrows and Grawp bashed through the grounds shouting “Hagger” at the top of his voice. Hogwarts was in chaos once more as spells flew through the air amongst the arrows.
Sirius grabbed Izabella's hand and pulled her up the stairs back inside the castle, until Hagrid's voice rang out through the crowds.
“Where's Harry?” he boomed. Izabella stopped and looked back at the spot where Harry's body had been moments before.
“Izabella come on!” Sirius said, dragging his eyes away from Hagrid and pulling her into the Great Hall where various duels had started. Izabella grabbed the front of his shirt.
“Sirius we have to find Harry's body!”
“Someone will have moved it. We'll find it later.” he said, before turning and firing a spell. The battle continued, but there seemed to be more people than before.
One by one, the Death Eaters became outnumbered and they started to fall. Members of Dumbledore's Army, along with their families and the Order of the Phoenix duelled fiercely until only two fights were left.
Hundreds of people stood in a ring around the outside of the Great Hall whilst Mrs Weasley flung spells at Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort fought Kingsley, Slughorn and McGonagall. Bellatrix laughed manically then suddenly, Mrs Weasley's curse hit her straight in the chest and she crumpled, falling to the floor, the shock still present in her face.
Voldemort screamed in rage and his three opponents were blasted backwards. With a vicious malice in his eyes, Voldemort turned on Mrs Weasley and raised his wand until-
“Protego!”
Mrs Weasley was shielded and in the centre of the room, Voldemort looked for the caster of the spell.
In a flourish, Harry whipped off his invisibility cloak and Izabella gasped loudly and her knees buckled beneath her. The room was buzzing as everyone stood on the toes to get a glimpse of the Boy Who Lived again.
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