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The brewing storm had reached its peak now. The heavy and dark clouds looming above the forset had begun pelting anyone that stood under them. Bitter gusts of wind ripped the leaves from their branches. Animals hid underground, in hopes of waiting out the storm. The temperature had dropped and chills ran through the skin. Goosebumps stood at attention, shivers making their way down her spine.

Y/N had continued tearing her way through the death eaters. Black wisps loomed between trees and before they could be noticed, death eaters were lifted off their feet, choked, strangled and thrown into the endless abyss of the black lake, the calm glassy ripples of which had now turned into violent churning.

Y/N's drenched clothes clung to her skin, her wet hair in bunches having fallen loose from the bun she had made. Her fingers moved faster than the lighting struck. She jumped through the trees with the speed of a leopard. She had no idea where Voldemort was but as of this moment, her only worry was to defeat anyone that came her way. She saw red, blood red. The blood of her friends that had been spilt because of her. The bloodshed that had registered itself into her ledger was desperate to be wiped out.

Her mind was clouded with this desire, clouding her ability to reason and differentiate. Anyone who came in front of her at that moment would die a gruesome death.

Coming closer to a clearing she noticed the dark mark folding in on itself in the sky. Treating it as her north star she started towards it, hoping to find her father in law underneath it and kill him. Once and for all. All she needed was a signal from her husband that the last Horcrux - Rudolphous Lestrange - was dead.

The distance between her and the mark had started to decrease, and the nerves in the pit of her stomach grew. The closer she got, the more densely packed the death eaters got. Her foot stumbled at one point but she recovered rather quickly, tearing apart the hand of the man who had tried to hold onto it.

Inches away from the mark she saw one last man standing, right in the middle of the circular clearing. His hood was pulled over his head, droplets of water fell from the edge of the fabric and onto the ground beneath him. His slender hands were clasped together, his wand resting between his index and middle finger.

She approached him as he stood eerily calm. Her appearance was rather tattered. Bruises littered her body, a large piece of fabric missing from her overalls and instead tied onto her arm to contain the bleeding. The storm was working on cue and as she stepped foot into the circle a bright hot strike of lighting and thunder rang through the sky.

"It cruel of them to make you fight me." He whispered.
"And why is that?" Y/N asked, a curious edge to her voice.
"You can never win." He tutted.

"It's not your fault." He said, "You don't have to do this, my child, join me and we can rule over the world."
"You killed my friends. You killed my FAMILY!" Y/N screamed, pain overcoming her with memories of her brother.

"Ah about Draco, what a pity. He showed so much potenti-
"Take. his name. out. of. your. mouth." Y/N said, grinding her teeth together, her fingers curling into fists.

"Very well then," Voldemort said, taking off his hood. He stretched his pale veiny head before bringing it back to the front. He faced Y/N slowly and opened his eyelids to reveal his blood-red eyes. Y/N was slightly taken aback but decided to prepare herself for what was to ensue.

Taking a few steps back she rose in the air, darkness overcoming her soul. Her blackend fingertips moved in all different directions. Whisps of smoke arose from them, forming around her body, shrouding it. The sliver-blond hair had already turned black and flowed below her waist. She remained like that for a few seconds, her eyes closed before thowing out a huge shockwave, knocking voldemort off his feet and onto the wet ground below.

A blinding white light emitted from her as if she were the sun. Voldemort covered his eyes and once the light had dimmed he lowered his sleeve to see Y/N, lumious obsidian armour with radient purple veins along her skin, moulded to her every curve, with brilliant glowing letters in a forgein language embossed all over. The letters were words of protection that her mother had taught her. Her palms held concentrated energy, ready to be used and thrown out.

Y/N opened her eyes, all white.

And so, It began.
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Nymphadora fell the wrong way. She was flung over the iron railing, 100 feet above the ground. Remus screamed after her, running towards her, hoping to catch her friend's hand before she fell to her death. It happened in slow motion, lighting slowly growing in the background, raindrops suddenly coming to a halt, Pettigrew's head falling off his body, blood spewing everywhere.

Tonks's eyes were wide with fear as she desperately tried to hold onto something, anything. Gravity pulled her down, her organs packed it in, bracing for impact. The ground came closer to her and the little hope she had of someone holding onto her, someone saving her, was gone. She closed her eyes in resignation, letting the sword of Gryffindor fall from her palm and onto the future blood-stained grass.

Nymphadora felt the ends of her hair stands touch the ground and within seconds she expected her head to as well.

That moment, however, never came.

She felt someone's arms around her back, catching her just in time, saving her life. She opened her eyes just a crack, expecting to see the doors of heaven, instead, it was Ananya. The very same Annanya who had gone missing weeks ago and was rumoured to be dead. Little did anyone know that she had been under mind control from her now ex-girlfriend, Valena.

Tonks clutched onto her, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Thank you. Thank you for saving my life," she mumbled, realising the fact that she almost died. Her life had flashed before her eyes. Within seconds Remus was by their side. Ananya had put tonks on the ground as she held onto her, providing her comfort. It was unusual and heartbreaking to see Nymphadora in this state.

"Ananya!?" Remus said, astonished at seeing her after so long. "What are you doing here? What happened? Where were you?" Remus rambled without noticing that she had stood up, her head tilted to one side.

"Kill him." She heard, her head buzzing, the voice of Valena filling it up.
"Kill them both."

"Yes misstress." She replied in a monotone voice, void of emotion. She pulled out a dager holding her bun together and drawing her hand out, ready to stab them.

"Thats it, good girl." Valena encouraged her.

Remus was the first to notice the sharp dagger coming his way and immediatly got out of the way, rolling over on the grass with nyphadora cluched in his arms. They rolled away from danger however one person got left behind. This person now had a knife sticking out from his thigh. This person was the husband of his highschool sweetheart. This person was Sirius Black.

A shriek left his lips as remus scrambled to help him, get him away from further harm. Ananya was still possesed, under the control of her evil girlfriend but upon seeing her hands red with blood, upon seeing what she had done her senses slowly came back to her. Falling to her knees ananya held onto her head, a throbbing pain insinuating that valena was trying to get back inside.

The whites of her eyes were blood red and her body was void of all energy but she forced herself up, imitating her actions to that of which valena wanted. Ananya wasnt under her control anymore but she acted like it. Running towards sirius she pulled the bejweled dagger from his thigh and took her place beside Valena. Sirius screamed and writhed in pain while remus tried despreaetly to fill his wound.

The evil misstress moved towards them, slow clapping all the way, her false pity as seeing the damage she had caused. thats when ananya found her oppoutunity, thrusting the blade through the fabric of her black suit she impaled her heart, killing Valena.

Her body dropped onto the floor with a thud. Ananya fell to her knees. She held Valena in her arms, staring down at her withering face. "Im so so sorry. I love you but I had to do this." Ananya said, her tears falling onto the dying girls face. "I love you." She mumbled. She had truely been brainwashed by the evil that was Valena Riddle who had made her fall in love with her soon after Leanne's death. Ananya was overcome with pain and grief, her chest racked with sobs that grew stronger as she buried her face in her dead lovers arms.

==== End of Part 47 ====

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