M15/ warnings: deathfic - conatins several major character deaths, angst, heavy violence.
part i: entering the vault
Harry and Hermione raced down the corridor, following a trail of deep red blood.
Ron's deep red blood. Ahead of them lay the Vault of Salazara, its entrance
being a huge black door with ten silver snakes running across the dark wooden
surface. They reached the door.
“Harry – open it.” Ordered Hermione.
“I am doing!” Harry retorted frustratedly. At that a hissing noise erupted from
his mouth, causing the door to dissolve into nothing. They crept through the
opening into a pitch-black room.
“I don’t like this,” whispered Hermione as the door re-emerged behind them.
“Oh and you think I do? Just shut up will you – you’re not helping!”
“Fine.”
“Good. Now, follow me.”
Harry and Hermione carefully made their way further into the darkness; their
way lit only by the weak light emitted from Harry’s illuminated wand. After what
seemed like hours, they came to an archway. Harry peered around the arch, into
the room beyond. Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy were circling a half-unconscious
Ron, a look of evil pleasure on their faces.
“Tell us Weasley, or Daddy will lose more than his job and children!” Sneered
Lucius, in a crisp tone.
“I-I-d-don’t know!” Ron spluttered. Voldemort hit Ron with the cruciatius curse.
Ron writhed and howled in unspeakable pain. Harry heard Hermione gasp behind
him. Unfortunately for them; so did Lucius.
“What was that?” He asked, looking around.
“That was me.” Harry said, stepping into the room.
Voldemort and Lucius raised their wands towards Harry. Harry pointed his
towards Voldemort.
“Well, well, well…it’s the indestructible Harry Potter,” Voldemort snarled,
“Here to rescue your little friend, I presume?”
Harry remained silent, staring at Voldemort with a deep loathing.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your parceltongue?” said Lucius, a smirk growing in the
corner of his mouth.
Voldemort turned away from Harry, refocusing his attention on Ron. “It would
seem that I no longer need or indeed want your existence Weasley. Enjoy your
death behind the curtain won’t you? Oh – and don’t forget to send my wishes to
my dear friend Snape…and the rest.” Voldemort murdered Ron with one single
curse. The same he’d used a hundred times before.
“NO!” Screamed Hermione – leaping into the room, hurtling towards Ron. Lucius
stuck his leg out and tripped her up. She fell and landed with a loud crack
against the cold, hard, bare floor. He dragged Hermione up by her hair and threw
her against the wall. A loud snap came as Hermione’s spine broke in two. Her
tongue lolled. Lucius smiled.
Voldemort and Lucius walked slowly and calmly towards Harry. Harry did not
move, nor breath, nor panic. A familiar face was creeping up behind the two Dark
wizards. One of the three remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix pointed
his wand at Lucius’ back, before whispering a curse which slowly, painfully
snapped every single bone in Lucius’ body. The Death Eater crumpled to the
floor, encouraging a deep sense of grotesque satisfaction to rise inside Harry’s
soul.
Voldemort looked down at Lucius, muttered something under his breath, and
turned to meet the gaunt face of Remus Lupin. “No Dumblesnore then?” He sneered,
glancing around the room for any other unwelcome visitors.
“I’m afraid not Tom,” Lupin replied sharply...................
disclaimer: this story is not in any way official, it has not been written, approved or even seen by j.k. rowling, it doesn't really follow any true plot of the harry potter series, please don't take offence by any of the things written here. all characters etc belong to j.k rowling and her publishers.
