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Hyacinth's story

Summary- Hyacinth Potter (femHarry) after the defeat of certain snake face bastard that dared call himself a dark lord and after finding her friends aren't really her friends.. Decides to give herself just what she needs… After all of this she know just what she needs…. a fresh start.

I Do Not Own Harry Potter or any other Story that might go in to this such as anything from the One Piece word

CHAPTER TWO- VOLDY IS GOING DOWN

Face completely blank and with one her favorite weapons in hand, or to be more precise attached to her arms, Hyacinth made her way through the death eaters around her. Tearing apart anyone who dared get her way; showing no mercy to anyone as she did so. Sparing no one as she tore her way through the battle field; not even the death eaters that tried to flee when they saw her coming.

She was going to end this war and she was planning to end it here and now; she was determined to let nothing stand in her way of doing do. Hyacinth was doing this, not because she thought Voldemort deserved to be dead; because in all honesty if that was why she was doing everyone would be trying to kill him. She wasn't doing it for revenge or for her 'friends'; not in the least bit. No, Hyacinth was doing this all because she didn't want to spend another second in the wizarding world where cowards and backstabbers seemed to make up the majority of the population; all depending on the rest, the few good witches and wizards to clean up their messes.

In fact, as soon as the bastard Voldemort was dead, and Hyacinth was completely sure the bastard was dead with no way of coming back, she was planning on leaving the backwards egoistic so called wizarding world to suffer as it drowned in its own filth. After all she had nothing, nothing what so ever, tying it to said world; at least not any more. And after she did leave they better pray they never need her help again because she could assure them, without a reason of doubt in her mind, that they would never get it from her; not in the least bit. If anything she'd most likely kill them all before ever lowering herself to help them again; especially after everything they had done to her.

Keeping those thoughts and the thought of her future freedom in mind Hyacinth quickly began to search for Voldemort; the so called dark lord want to be. She didn't have to look long or hard for him before she found found the sick bastard not that far from her on her left; standing in front of Dumbledore taunting and fighting the oh so great goat fucker himself.

For some reason unknown to Hyacinth she couldn't control her temper upon seeing the two people that she hate the most in the world standing there, not even two feet from each other; despite the fact that she had seen them several times like this before. Unable to stop it, or perhaps not really wanting to stop it in the first place, Hyacinth temporarily froze, in a deadly I am about to cause some serious harm to someone sort of way. Before her magic exploded around her throwing and tearing apart every death eater that was even remotely near her as it did so. This magical explosion also caused both of her much loved blades on her arm to transform slightly; as they began absorbed her dhampire magic that was now pouring off of her.

Whereas before her blades had been rather simple blades; despite the runes they had carved into them. Runes that made it so that her blades wouldn't break or snap in half because of her inhuman strength nor allow them melt because of the intense heat of her magic. They, because of her Dhampire magic pumping through them, were now much deadlier looking blades. Blades that were now twice as long as they had been before and had almost shark like teeth on the edges of them. Not only that but now the blades were also a solid pitch black; all except what looked like a blood drenched Nundu carved into them side of them. And what's more these blades seemed to radiate a sinister aura that screamed of the pain they were about to unleash upon you ( just so you know the blades will return to normal like the ones in the picture but when she is pissed they will return to looking like this)

Hyacinth seeing this could help but drop her emotionless mask, for once, and as she did so she scared the crap out of everyone around her. As well as putting the fear of death in every death eaters near her, or anyone who saw her face at the moment said emotionless mask; including the people who were on her side.

All because of the grin Hyacinth was wearing the second she dropped that emotionless mask of hers. A grin so feral that it would have looked more in place on rampaging dragon snot then it did on her, rather delicate built face. Grin remaining in place Hyacinth tightened her arm blades once more before charging straight towards Voldemort; a blood thirsty gleam shining brightly in her eyes and an aura of pure death around her as she did so.

Voldemort seeing the look he was getting, and feeling the downright feral magic that was now in the air, paled slightly in fear; making his already sheet white skin take a waxy look. Before desperately trying to leap out of Hyacinth's way. Knowing that without a doubt he really didn't want to find out just what was making her smile that way. Meanwhile Dumbledore seemed to have disappeared among the numerous fighter that were now trying to get out of the currently mad, in more ways than one, Dhampire's way.

Hyacinth seeing Voldemort jump away, and while giving no care to the fleeing Dumbledore at the moment, speed up so that she could begin her attack; not wanting the dark lord to use the small opportunity that he had to escape. Like he had so many times before.

She moved at a blurring speed as she rapidly slashed, hacked, and cut out at the dark lord in front of her. A dark lord who was just only able to dodge these attacks because of the multiple, highly illegal and dark, rituals he had put himself through. Even then he was still having trouble doing so because he had never thought anyone would ever dare attempt to attack him physical instead of with magic; having never put much faith in what he thought of a brutal useless, not to mention filthy muggle, ability.

Seeing this Hyacinth stop giving the rather sadistic grin she had been giving and instead started gave a bone chilling smirk to the slightly sweating man, if he could be really called a man in the first place, in front of her. Before she upped her game by adding hexes and curse into her already deadly dance of attacks. Not letting up in the slightest as she launched attack after attack at the so called dark lord in front of her. Using heritage to its fullest power to back up her attacks and her new dhampire stamina to keep up the attack as she did so.

Finally, after what seemed like hour after hour of one brutal attack after another, Hyacinth, attacks started to get too much for the dark lord to take and he wasn't able dodge all of them anymore. Once this happened Hyacinth's hits started to land on the now slightly panting and bleeding dark lord.

Seeing or more like feeling this attack and there hits Voldemort became enraged and instead of dodging Hyacinth's blow started attacking her while she was attacking him. Causing him to get hit by more spells then he had been before; mainly because he was standing in one place firing spell after spell at Hyacinth.

Hyacinth, still wearing a cold smirk and with bloodlust still in her eyes, quickly figured out that Voldemort was near losing complete control over his temper and that he only need a little push to lose total control over it.

Smiling darkly she thought to herself, who better to give that little push the dark lord oh se desperately needed then her. That in mind Hyacinth opened her moth and did something she hadn't done since she found out the truth about her so called best friend; she laughed. Loud and mockingly at the snake like man in front of her.

This seemed to make whatever little sanity Voldemort had remaining to rapidly leave him as he snap. Not only that but this laughter also seemed to of caused him to completely lose all composure that he had left. For no soon had Hyacinth finished laugh then did he start just throwing any spell he could think of at her. Ignoring the fact that half the spell he threw at her wouldn't harm her in anyway shape or form as he did so. Or simple not noticing this small fact as he continued to throw spell after spell at the dancing Dhampire in front of him.

Hyacinth seeing this gave a small, almost unnoticeable, smile of satisfaction before bring her arms and there for her blades back up. Once she had them in the position that she wanted Hyacinth started channeling her magic through them; turning the dark color of the blades and even dark light absorbing color as she did so. Before dashing over and bringing her right arm up towards, the now foaming at the mouth, dark lord throat; this caused the blade to cut deeply into his neck, while the magic in the blade made it so that the wound, no matter what or who tried to heal it, would remain open .

This wound would have immediately killed Voldemort and it would have been pretty much painless seeing as Hyacinth had also cut the nerves in Voldemort's throat. Except for the fact that Voldemort was terrified of death and wasn't willing to die without a fight.

Because of this, and beyond crazed at the moment, Voldemort pulled on the magic of all his followers; which had an effect that he never thought would of happened. He did get the power like he wanted bit because his body was completely unprepared for this sudden in pour of magic it now had it exploded on the spot; killing him in a brutally painful fashion.

Unfortunately, for the death eaters, it didn't end there. The magic that had been in Voldemort's body needed a place to go causing it to flow into the bodies of his marked follower. Who all soon suffered a fate similar to their lords as their body was also horrible prepared for the sudden influx of power burst apart; drenching everyone, especially Hyacinth who had been right in front of the bodies when it happened, in their blood.

These explosions had the unexpected, yet no less helpful in Hyacinth case, effect of blowing everyone near them back or if not that injuring them bad enough that they had to stay down for a bit; including the now drained, bloody drenched, Hyacinth. Fortunately, because she wasn't completely human Hyacinth recovered a lot quicker than any of the others on the destroyed battle field; which is where the helpful bit of the explosions came into play.

Panting slightly, from both the physical and magical exhaustion she was feeling, Hyacinth, as quick as she could, picked herself up from the crater she had been blown into by the explosion. Then, ignoring the pained cries of the others around her, began to look around herself; taking in all the damage the fighting and then the explosions had caused.

Seeing the destruction that surrounded Hyacinth couldn't help but sigh and shake her head; she loved nature and was said that it had been destroyed in such a brutal way. Especially since it was a pretty much pointless war that could have easily been avoided if people had got their head out of the sand. But knowing there was nothing she could do about it, not if she wanted to escape that is, Hyacinth continued to look around. This time looking towards where the rest of the battle had taken place; or to be more precise looking at the people who had been fighting in the war. What she saw was the remaining wizard and witches, that were still standing that is, taking away the few unmarked death eater that remained away. Not paying any attention to her, apparently believing she was still knocked out like the others around her.

Hyacinth seeing this as a chance to good to give up and knowing that whatever was keeping Dumbledore and the others from coming after her wouldn't last long grabbed the medallion she had been wearing for over a year now in a tight hold before shifting in to her animagus form; a pitch black Nundu with brilliant emerald green eyes. Once she did this Hyacinth didn't waste even a second before ran off; not seeing a pair of regretful brown eyes belonging to a certain witch watching her as she did so.
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