Fire Whips and Terrible Quips

(Y/N)'s POV

"Harry, the prophecy!" I said in shock. "It doesn't matter!" Harry shouted, but I could tell he was immensely frustrated. He raced forward to help Sirius in the battle. I wanted to do the same, but I had another concern, Neville.

He was slowly getting to his feet after the impact, but looked utterly stunned at what to do. As I saw my friends all huddled together, I got an idea, a way to traverse the battlefield without having to fight, avoiding the countless spells that flashed around the room.

The distance wasn't that far, so It should work. In theory. I grabbed Neville's shoulders, "Neville, I have a plan, but I need you to be perfectly still" he seemed confused, but nodded. He did as I asked, I focused as much as I could.

Focused on my friends, focused on being near them, focused on Hermione, I took a deep breath and said "I'm sorry if I cut you in half" to Neville, who said "Hu-" then there was a quarter of a second pause, "-h" opened my eyes.

My friends were surrounding me, all looking at me, horrified at our sudden arrival. "Uhh...hi." I looked over at Neville, he was jarred and confused, but unharmed, I looked down at myself and checked them off.

I had all my limbs, I felt my face and I wasn't missing anything. Despite being in a warzone I was filled with happiness that it worked. Neville was safely hidden and armed with a wand, I left him for the battle too, pushing past my friends to find anyone who needed help.

Making my way down to my Mother, who was engaged in a fierce duel with Dolohov, who had yet again, escaped his binds. I ran up behind him, Mum was facing me, she smirked. I cursed Dolohov in the back, "Depulso."

His entire body lurched forward, but he remained on his feet. After blocking a stunning spell from Mum he turned on his heel and snarled at me. "Ready to die boy?" I frowned at him, "You first."

We traded spells back and forth for a few seconds, I barely managed to dodge the purple curse he was so fond of. "Missed me" I smirked. He was visibly struggling with fighting both of us so I started trying to distract him and give Mum an opportunity to strike.

Making comments each time he missed a strike, or sarcastically encouraging him to try harder whenever he hit my shield spells. It started to take its toll, he seemed to be able to resist or power through most stunning spells.

But he was slowly becoming slower, but more desperate, eventually he seemed to get tired of my quips and lashed out entirely at me. Mum attempted to stun him again, this time he snarled angrily and simply flourished his wand behind his back as if he was batting it away.

The spell recoiled, she was knocked onto her back and groaned in pain upon hitting the stone. Then, I made a mistake, out of concern for my mother, I looked away from Dolohov for a split second, trying to see if she had been hurt. He took advantage of my stupidity.

He chuckled evilly, his crooked smile triumphant, he raised his wand to my chest, a green spark lit his wand, then he raised his wand above his head, shouting "Avada-" I panicked, knowing what came next and said the first spell I could think of.

"Immobulus!" He seemed to pause in mid-air, his wand raised to attack, as he was frozen Mum surprisingly cast a spell over his shoulder, it hit me in the stomach. A warm cosy feeling swelled in my chest

I was confused for a second, but she beamed at me and said the incantation for the fire rope spell, in a flourish like the crack of a whip she surrounded Dolohov in thick lashes of fire, coiling around him like satin.

As the inferno blazed around him, he managed to protect himself wordlessly but he was trapped, tangled by the flames. I shielded my eyes from the immense light, the heat was bouncing off the stone floor.

It was filling the entire room. Casting away the darkness from every corner of the room, It was immense and beautiful. A smile found it's way to my face as it enshrouded me too, but surprisingly, it wasn't uncomfortable, it felt like a slight tickle rather then a blazing fire.

Taking my chance to have a breather I walked to Mums side as she continued to use the spell and continue a rotating motion, Dolohov was trapped in what looked like a twenty foot pillar of flame. "Look familiar Antonin?  Bring back happy memories?" she said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly a gasp from across the room that caught my attention, I heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, then I heard "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!" I turned to the sound only to find Harry being held back by Lupin as Bellatrix Lestrange cackled.

It didn't take me long to figure out why, I had seen that face before, that broken voice, the pleading in his tone as he wrestled with Lupin, I understood. Sirius was dead.

Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back. "There's nothing you can do, Harry —" "Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!" "It's too late, Harry —" "We can still reach him —" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry . . . nothing. . . . He's gone." Harry's eyes changed to rage, looking at Bellatrix. "SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" bellowed Harry. "SHE KILLED HIM — I'LL KILL HER!" And he was off, scrambling up the stone benches.

I tried to follow but Mum gripped my wrist to stop me. That's when I realised there was sweat pouring down her face. It occurred to me, she hadn't charmed herself, she didn't trap Dolohov, not really, just kept him at bay, she couldn't keep this up for much longer, the heat of the flame was too much.

As soon as she stopped, Dolohov would try to escape, I was meant to stop him. As much as I wanted to help Harry hunt down Lestrange, this was a moment I had been waiting for my whole life, nothing was stopping me.

I nodded firmly at Mum and she dropped the spell, gasping for breath. I had to distract him from casting, so I did something in the spur of the moment, as I glanced at his face, I noticed he still had shards of the glass from my hand embedded in it.

With the signature (L/N) smirk, I pointed my wand to my hand, "This is from my brother" I smiled slyly, "Reparo!"  The shards, which had settled in his face after he healed it were pulled from his face as they were compelled to reform into the shattered remnants of glass encasing my hand.

As this happened, he let out a pained cry and reached for his face instinctively, the killing curse dispersing, the healed lacerations on his face were reopened all at once, he tried to refocus, but at this point,  Mum and I had both cast "Incarcerous" on him.

he was toppled over by the weight of his binds. "Night Dolohov" Mum said venomously, delivering a swift boot to the side of his head, he collapsed into a heap. "Accio wand" I muttered tiredly, catching it with my metal appendage to limit the damage to my real hand that was still tightly wrapped in bandages.

Despite my urge to snap it, I instead passed it to Mum. "Guess he couldn't take the heat" I giggled as I passed it to her. She cringed and sighed, she held the wand between her metal fingers, winking at me and kissing my cheek and ruffling my hair, still looking exhausted and sweating heavily.

"That's my boy." I beamed at her. I looked around the room and noticed the tide of the battle had started to change, the Aurors were managing to subdue the Death Eaters, and a few of them looked to the exit as an escape and paled.

As I saw at what, I knew we were saved. Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious.

Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realised he was there. There were yells; one of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrambling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite.

Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line. After that display of power Dumbledore turned on his heels and strode away after Harry, then pausing and looking over his shoulder.

"(Y/N)!" he bellowed across the battlefield "With me!" I looked between him and Mum, she nodded, taking my shoulder, strained her face as if she was trying to do something and then chuckled weakly.

"Anti-Dissaparation, the old man's such a show-off," I was confused and then realised the Death Eaters who had tried to dissaparate away from Dumbledore had just blinked back into the room.

I sprinted off after Dumbledore who had strode away as soon as he gave his command. I followed the sounds of an intense battle, "Leaving one battlefield and running into another. How fun!" The cynical voice said, all I really wanted to do was take a nap.

Despite how inviting and cool the stone floors looked, I pressed on, then I heard it, the gloating, sneering, superiority filled voice of Tom Riddle. Even as every nerve in my body deciding against it, I pushed forward. I was not expecting what I saw, I don't know what I was expecting, but not this.

I was stunned, I watched as the two most powerful wizards of our age were duelling to the death. The tension was palpable, like at any moment one of them would lash out at the other and end it all.

I had never felt so stupid. "Why would I run into this? Who in their right mind would ever want to be here?" Every fibre of my being was telling me to turn and run, to get as far away from this as I could.

As I watched Dumbledore barely dodge and counter Voldemort's vicious spells and only avoid the killing curse with the intervention of Fawkes I was dumbfounded at myself, looking at Voldemort. I found it laughable that I thought I had a chance of beating him in that graveyard.

I was in both awe and terror, I saw Dumbledore cast a spell that animated the large statue within the Ministry fountain, then I watched as Voldemort, who was here in the flesh, conjured a snake made of flame that I recognised as Feindfyre.

Looking around for a place to hide myself, I saw Harry, safely hidden, pressed up against a wall somewhere behind Dumbledore. Taking a deep breath I desperately needed, I cursed myself for being stupid and broke into a sprint, covering myself from any debris from the fight.

I rushed over to Harry, who was cowering away from the intensity of the fight. "You alright?" I asked, scanning him for any injuries, he seemed fine but didn't answer.

He pointed to the spectacle as Dumbledore caused the snake to vanish before enchanting the water from the fountain to surround Voldemort like a sphere of molten glass.

The suffocating sheet of water had clearly been powerfully enchanted and try as Voldemort may, he was unable to break free through sheer force and was forced to Disapparate out as Ministry officials, including Fudge, had arrived.

After a brief pause where Dumbledore showed his first sign of alarm, as a last act of cruelty  Voldemort attempted to possess Harry, in the hopes that Dumbledore would sacrifice his pupil to kill the Dark Lord. He taunted Dumbledore using Harry's voice.

Then, I watched as Harry crumpled, just like Hermione had not an hour ago, seeing it, I was stunned, he writhed and twitched on the floor, his eyes going dark and hollow, he was mumbling to himself under his breath. Dumbledore snapped me out of my stupor.

"Now (Y/N)! What we discussed do it now! Quickly!" I panicked and nodded, quickly falling to Harry's side. I entered his mind, intent on banishing Voldemort from it, only to find the Dark Lord's presence was already fading. Harry had done it on his own.

"Maybe you're not an idiot" I muttered into his ear as he seemed to finally catch onto his breath. I helped him to his feet and he weakly smiled at me.

What I didn't realise was because of the fact I was trying to enter Harry's mind, there were other complications to worry about. Then I heard it, that voice, that cold, distant voice that had haunted me all year.

It was a slow, chilling laugh, a laugh of triumph and every urge in my body was telling me to use Feindfyre around myself and light up the entire Ministry. It sounded like a brilliant idea, I didn't like the Ministry anyway, and Dumbledore was always talking down to me. They deserved it.

It was perfectly logical, I started casting the spell when it felt like I was jolted from a long sleep. Surprisingly, it was not an outside source that knocked me back to reality, It was the voice in my head "You cant do that you prat! Your Mum and all your friends are there, Hermione is there."

The cynical voice that everyone has in the back of their head was suddenly the voice of reason, always a good sign. I knew it was right, so I slammed my eyes shut and focused on the source of the laughter.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed, I wasn't entirely sure if it was in my head or not, but It seemed to work, it drowned out the laughter and our connection was broken.

Opening my eyes, I found that Harry was awake but looking aghast and was knocked back against the floor again and Dumbledore had fallen to one knee. Several of the Ministry people were clutching the sides of their heads in pain, but I didn't care about that right now.

Worrying about the state of the elderly man after my mistake earlier in the year with McGonagall, I extended a hand to help Dumbledore up, he took it and with great urgency went to see to Harry.

With that, I took a breath of relief and made my way back to the others. The aching in my muscles slowing me down a bit. I was taking a breather until I heard a sudden scream hit the air, followed by a rush of footsteps.

Fearing the worst, I flat out sprinted as fast as I could, ignoring my fatigue. Only to be met with bone chilling horrible cackling. It wasn't cold and indifferent like my dreams or in my head, it was low, proud, almost mirthful. And worst of all, both were familiar.

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