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Traditions Before Freedom	By : kat69d Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Students, we have reached the end of another year. Before we eat the wonderful food that was prepared, I have a few announcements. The Quidditch Cup is awarded to our Gryffindor team once again, with Slytherin coming second. As to the House Cup, the points stand at 637 for Hufflepuff, 681 for Ravenclaw, 717 for Gryffindor, and 733 for Slytherin."

Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands and the banners within the Great Hall changed to those of Slytherin House. The students were shocked that the snakes won, since Gryffindor had won each year since Harry Potter became a student.

"To those who will return to Hogwarts, enjoy the summer and do remember to do your homework. To those students leaving, I wish you luck and prosperity in your future. And to those who will be gone but not forgotten, may your next great adventure outshine this one."

Professor Dumbledore's twinkling eyes scanned the Great Hall before he stepped back from the podium. It was then that Draco was to recite the incantation to activate the poison but I could not have that on my brother's conscious.

"Nex Fio Albus Dumbledore!"

The poison coursing through his veins released their deadly toxins attacking every blood cell. The old wizard stumbled and reached out for the podium. His arm did not make it before he collapsed to his knees. Blood began leaking from his eyes, joining that which was dripping from his nose. The sight was something to behold.

The students began screaming and the teachers ran to help the Headmaster. Draco looked at me for an explanation for it was to be his task.

"Draco, you are not a killer. I have already killed and the Dark Lord will not know otherwise," I whispered.

We watched as Harry ran to the Headmaster, falling to his knees in the blood. The old wizard began having a fit and Harry took him into his arms to keep him from thrashing about. He had yet to cry out from the pain but I knew that cry would come, with his last breath.

I felt the Dark Lord waiting at the gate. He was pleased, almost relishing in the death of his rival. He will not be feeling that pleasure for Harry's death if my heart still beats. Harry will not be one of the 'gone but not forgotten' that the Headmaster mentioned.

The old withering hand of Albus Dumbledore reached up to caress Harry's cheek, blood smearing across the skin. Their eyes saw nothing but each other.

"Harry," he cried before falling slack into the Boy Who Lived's arms.

The entire castle shook as the wards fell. No Headmaster had died while on the job, most retiring and passing on the title and wards to their successor. Without Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall had no way of taking control over the wards

Emerald green eyes scanned the Great Hall and caught mine. I tilted my head, signaling I was the one to recite the incantation, before grabbing my necklace. I looked to Draco once more.

"Olivia said do it," he said before slipping something into my pocket.

I activated the portkey and the Great Hall disappeared around me, a second before appearing next to the Dark Lord.

"He is dead, my Lord. Died in Potter's arms."

"Excellent. Kill the mudbloods and capture the half bloods and blood traitors. We will need to celebrate after I kill Harry Potter."

Nagini slithered in between the Dark Lord's legs and hissed at her master. His red eyes glared at me for a moment before he hissed something back.

"Evangeline, you will stay with Nagini. She will keep you from harm."

"Thank you, my Lord, but I wish to be out there reveling in their screams and pain."

The Dark Lord backhanded me across the face. My neck snapped to the left as I took the blow. My teeth caught the inside of my cheek, ripping the flesh allowing my mouth to fill with blood.

"You can revel in the screams and pain from the edge of the Forbidden Forest. No harm will come to my heir."

The Dark Lord led the group of Death Eaters towards the castle as my mind pretended to comprehend what he said. The giant snake hissed at me as she slithered away. I followed to the edge of the Forest, close enough to watch the battle but far enough that I would not be accidentally hit with a spell. It was not hard to distinguish who was fighting whom, even those still in full Death Eater robes and mask. I had been around enough to know their personal fighting styles. While some were out from behind their masks enjoying the battle, like Bellatrix.

The insane woman was battling two Aurors, a tall dark bald man and a woman with pink hair. One would shield while the other would cast Light spells. This battle would not be won using Light spells and Bellatrix knew this but liked to play with her prey before striking them dead. Even from this distance, I knew she would be casting that Unforgivable soon.

My hand slipped into my pocket, grasping what was there. I was careful not to touch the tip as I drew it out. I glanced down at the snake briefly before looking for the Dark Lord. He was Crucio-ing several of the older students, making his way to where Harry stood with his friends, battling against the Lestrange brothers.

I sighed loudly catching Nagini's attention. She barely raised her head from the ground to hiss at me but it gave me a chance to slam the fang down into her body. Her venom was no match for that of a basilisk. What looked like black blood seeped from the wound as she flayed around. I touched the other item that Draco slipped into my pocket and I felt it grow hot. The signal would be sent to everyone with one of the charmed Galleons, alerting them that the last Horcrux was destroyed.

Running from the Forest, I threw spells, hexes, and curses at anyone fighting for the Dark Lord. Many were hit in the back but I did not care. The only true feeling I had since my mother died was hatred towards the Dark Lord. It had been hidden with my memories but with the release phrase it flooded my body with emotion and understanding that I needed to take down as many Death Eaters as possible before I could be stopped.

Bellatrix had killed the male Auror and moved on to the Cruciatus curse on the other. Ginny had joined the fray and was trying to protect the woman.

"Poor baby cousin. Needing a blood traitor to protect you," she cackled.

I slowed and threw a severing charm at her arm, her wand still clasped tightly in the hand. Her brachial artery spewed blood with every beat of her heart. She turned to see who had cast the charm and I waved my wand in a salute before sending another severing charm. Sadly it did not sever her head from her neck. The loss of her precious blood did her in allowing her to join those she killed in death.

I did not stop to help them more than I had. I neared where Harry had begun fighting the Dark Lord when I took a spell to my leg. Ignoring the sting, I faced the one who cast it.

"Father," I seethed.

"Traitor."

"Better a traitor than a follower of a half blood. You taught me the superiority of purebloods, yet you follow someone who should be beneath you. How low can you fall?"

"Lies."

"On my magic, I speak the truth."

The vow enveloped me but did nothing. Father now knew exactly who he was following and it gave me an opportunity to fire a curse at him. He blocked it easily and we dueled. Neither of us used Light spells, showing the other our knowledge of the Dark Arts. Father had years on me in both knowledge and practice but I had something better backing me. I knew that if Father got away from me, he would go after Draco and I had already lost one too many members of my family.

Obviously Father had not heard about my condition because it was the third round of Cruciatus when I felt the trickle of blood between my legs. I pulled off my outer robes, leaving me in my uniform. Evidence of the miscarriage rolled down my thighs.

"Why thank you, Father. I did not want to carry the Dark Lord's heir. This saves me from killing it later. Avada Kedavra!"

I turned from my father's dead body and ran towards the Dark Lord's side. Rather than using actual spells against the Light fighters, I cast glamours giving the appearance of injuries and a mild stinging hex so they would collapse.

"My Lord, they killed Nagini. I tried to protect her but they launched me into a tree."

I took up my place next to him and sent my glamour spells at Ron and Hermione. I could not see my brother but knew he was nearby keeping an eye on Harry. The cramping from the miscarriage throbbed in my abdomen but I pushed it away. I needed to focus on the now, the impending death of Lord Voldemort.

"I will deal with you later, witch. Kill the mudblood and blood traitor."

"With pleasure, my Lord."

I conjured up several sharp looking knives and used a spell to propel them through the air towards the Gryffindors. Ron dived in front of Hermione, catching two knives in his chest. Another set of conjured knives was banished before they could reach their target. Hermione tried to disarm me but I kept my wand.

"Stupid mudblood. Just die already."

I sent another glamour spell at her and caught her in the ribs. She shrieked in pain and I used the chance to send a harmless green light at her. Turning my attention back to the Dark Lord and Harry, I spotted my brother next to the Boy Who Lived. Baring my teeth, I took my place next to the Dark Lord.

"What the bloody hell, Draco. Whose side are you on? You dare turn away from the Dark Lord?" I yelled as I kept casting glamour spells.

"And follow that half blood? If I had to follow a half blood, I would rather it be Potter."

"Then you will die next to Potter, dear brother of mine."

I threw a mix of glamour spells and real spells at Draco, none harmful enough to hurt him. He retaliated with simple tickling jinxes and other annoying spells we learned in first year. I conjured a few more knives, taking them into my hand before throwing them at Draco. All but one were the fake blade knives similar to what I threw at Ron and Hermione. With the real knife, I slashed it vertically against my wrist, dissecting the vein.

The Dark Lord knew instantly that I was fatally wounded. He swayed when the blade cut through the skin. A quick Dark spell made it so the wound could not be healed. I collapsed to my knees and held my wrist.

"Now, Harry. Do it now!" I yelled.

The pale head of Lord Voldemort swiveled to glare at me in contempt. I flipped him off as Harry disarmed him and pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor. I did not know where he had kept it but he swung it high into the air before bringing it down on the Dark Lord's neck.

"Be free," I said, smiling.

I collapsed onto the grass and stared up at Draco with open blank eyes, as the goblin made steel sliced through the pale skin without any hesitation. The war was finally over.

Nex Fio Albus Dumbledore translates to Death Becomes Albus Dumbledore...
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