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Oct 25, 2007 11:24

Who? Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry Potter, Hermione Weasley, Voldemort
What? The final show down
When? Roughly 24-48 hours after the Ministry battle
Why? All we are saying is give peace a chance.

I got a number on me. I got a number. Won't make it through the high noon sun. Well I am my father's son. And I am my father's son. His bed is made. And I was a hero early in the morning. I ain't no hero in the night. I am my father's son. )

voldemort, after 19 years later, roleplay, bellatrix lestrange, hermione weasley, harry potter

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wontletmedie October 25 2007, 23:56:45 UTC
He squeezed her hand tight and thought about the location they were aiming for. The first time he revisited his childhood home had been with Hermione when they had used polyjuice potion to try and blend in.

Now they were all grown up and walking together wearing their own appearance. He took another deep breath and felt like his lungs were screaming in protest. Relax, just do this. An unbreakable vow, a killing curse, and all would be well again right? Right.

They arrived at the house and he looked at it for a long moment before turning to look at her. "Suppose waiting in front it good enough. Doubtful he wishes to go all the way up to the nursery to relive the not quite good old days."

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books_clevernes October 26 2007, 00:01:14 UTC
She leaned against him a little tired on her feet. "When this is all over and you're back you owe me big time Harry Potter. You will be taking me out and buying me the biggest ice cream in the world while we watch out children play in the park near your house." She didn't wait for him to say deal, "And then you will come with me and Ron to help us find your new niece or nephew and...and maybe a new pet. And paint for the little one's bedrooms." So many things to demand of him, mindless things because he had to promise to come back then. He just had to.

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wontletmedie October 26 2007, 00:08:22 UTC
"All of that and them some, you have my word," He said in a tone that was just this side of desperation. Because he knew that she was starting to worry too. There was no guarantee that he would be permitted to come back this time. He'd promised so many people he'd live, and Merlin he really wanted to keep that promise. He still had so much to do. His children, his wife, his family and friends, they still needed him and he needed them too.

"Hermione, I'm sorry to leave you with sorting this out and keeping the secret, but I'm grateful you agreed to do it."

Before he could say anything else he felt his scar ache and looked up to see Voldemort and Bellatrix approaching. His wand was in his hand, but Harry made no move to raise it. This was about peace. He gave Bellatrix a considering look and realized she and Hermione both were not in top form.

"Are you opposed to doing it here? It's poetic isn't it? Finishing it where it began for us. Hermione and Bellatrix, they're not one hundred percent and a portkey would only exhaust them more."

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lord_riddle October 26 2007, 00:16:47 UTC
He'd watched them silently, an arm around Bellatrix to steady her on her feet. Slowly his eyes looked towards the dark ruined building before them before looking back at Harry and the mudblood. He took them both in, both tired, the woman injured and slowly he nodded.

The sooner they could get this over and done with, the sooner they could try and find some kind of 'peace' and get on with their lives.

"If you would prefer."

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wontletmedie October 26 2007, 00:20:30 UTC
"I would. Do you want me to give you an unbreakable vow now or let's think positive and I'll owe you one when I get back?" Gallows humor. He finally learned it. Wouldn't Severus be proud.

Actually Severus would be getting his owl with what Harry planned to do soon. Proud probably wasn't the word he'd use.

"This will work," He said, as much for himself as the rest of them. "Your child will be safe just as our children will be."

He reached for Hermione's hand and looked at Voldemort. "I can be the one to bind them if you'll do the spell, or I can do the spell and you bind them. Whichever you prefer."

He wasn't going inside the house. He didn't want to fall inside that house. Not like his father fell just at the end of the stairs or his mother did next to the crib. This would do.

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lord_riddle October 26 2007, 00:28:15 UTC
He reached for Bella's hand and all but forced her to take hold of Hermione's, casting her a glace when she tried to recoil from the woman who had damaged her so.

"You speak the words, I will bind them."

Another glance at Bella before she looked at Hermione.

"I vow to never do harm to yourself, your blood kin or your family again."

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wontletmedie October 26 2007, 00:39:22 UTC
Harry noticed that Hermione was in no more hurry to touch Bella than Bella was to touch her. He gave her a nod of encouragement as she repeated the words ( ... )

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lord_riddle October 26 2007, 00:45:25 UTC
He watched and for the briefest moment he actually felt sorry for the man before him.

"And to you."

He looked at Hermione for a moment before turning his attenion back to Harry.

"Harry Potter, this ends now." And with those words the spell was cast and he listened to Hermione cry out as she watched her friend crumble before turning to Bellatrix. "It's time to go."

And moments later there was a soft pop and the apparated leaving Hermione alone with the body of the boy who lived, died, lived, and died.

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wontletmedie October 26 2007, 00:52:34 UTC
"You are a fool, Harry Potter, and you will lose everything."

"Harry Potter, this ends now. Avada Kedavra."The past and the present collided just as the flash of green light shot out of the wand. Harry saw it coming and made no move to duck it. He found that in that moment between the first and last word of the curse all fear left him. He felt peace wrap around him the way that Ginny's arms had on so many times. The last thought he had, just before the spell reached him, was that this time he understand fully what he was doing and had done it on his own terms ( ... )

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books_clevernes October 26 2007, 01:08:15 UTC
And she was left alone. Tired, sick and close to breaking, unble to pull her gaze from the body of her best friend. How many times did he have to die to save them all ( ... )

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