Chapter 6: The Final Battle

I was in a rather dark mood because of recent events. I killed my son to save myself. What type of person does that make me? Maybe I should have gone with the Order. No, that wouldn’t have helped. Thoughts like these rushed around my head for all of the next day before the Death Eater meeting we had that night.

Death Eater gatherings were never very big to-dos. They were more like everyone who was brave enough came and those who weren’t probably weren’t alive for very much longer. During the gatherings everyone listened obediently to the Dark Lord and this meeting was no different.

I sat around with the rest of the Death Eaters, trying to concentrate, but sad thoughts kept plaguing my memory. I was having trouble paying attention until I heard something that caught my mind.

“Tomorrow we will have our victory!” yelled the Dark Lord, “That daft boy and his band of hooligans will fall, we will succeed, and the wizarding race will be clean once more.”

From where I was sitting you could almost hear everyone’s excitement. I had known previously that Potter had called out the Dark Lord for this duel of fates but I didn’t know it was to be this soon.

“At Godric’s Hollow we shall finish this foolish war,” the Dark Lord continued. “Be ready, my faithful servants. Be ready!”

With that the meeting ended, leaving us all to ponder our fates. This battle was going to be difficult but finally all of our hard work will pay off. If I wasn’t so upset about the events of the previous week and loosing almost everything that had ever meant anything to me, I might have actually been excited.

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We apparated to Godric’s Hollow that night. It was quite out of the way of any form of civilization. Go figure, that’s just where Potter would have wanted it. He would never do anything that could endanger the stupid muggles or any of the disgraces to the wizarding community.

The Dark Lord didn’t arrive with us. He would probably enter when he felt it would benefit him most. That idea was very smart on his part. Once we take care of the unnecessary people he can come and take care of Potter. The Dark Lord doesn’t need to throw away his time on the rest of these unfortunate wastes of flesh.

As soon as we got there the battle started. I got myself stuck in a duel with that clumsy halfblooded thing that calls herself my niece. She wasn’t as horrible a fighter as I would have thought she would be. I was shocked when she almost defeated my defenses with a very strong Blasting Curse. I was getting fed up with messing around with her. She was
a waste of my time and a complete waste of magic. I disarmed her with a particularly strong Expelliarmus and then used Petrificus Totalus to bind her body. I walked over to her where she lay motionless.

“You are no relative of mine,” I sneered. “Avada Kedavra.”

“No, Tonks!” I faintly heard someone yell but I was too preoccupied to care. The Dark Lord had just arrived.

“You will pay for this, Voldemort,” Harry yelled. “This is where it started. And this is where it will end.”

“Do you actually think you can win, Potter?” mocked the Dark Lord. “You will die and the muggles will fall. The Wizarding world will once again be pure. You are fighting a losing battle. Give up now and I may spare your loved ones.”

Potter didn’t even seem to think twice about it. “NEVER!” He yelled and the duel once again began. I didn’t see much of what was going on with the Dark Lord and Potter because I got caught up in a duel of my own with a man I wasn’t very familiar with. He had shabby robes and light brown hair. He didn’t look like he was well enough to duel but after spending so long in Azkaban, who was I to judge ones wellness?

We dueled for quite some time, throwing defensive spell after defensive spell. He was rather good for being from the Order. Then I recognized him. He had taught my son when he was in school. Lupin, was it? Yes, I think that was it. Taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. No wonder he could repel my curses so easily.

At some point he yelled something at me that sounded like “This is for Tonks,” but I was suddenly distracted by what was going on with the Dark Lord’s battle with Potter. The Dark Lord did not look too good.

I heard someone shout an ‘Avada Kedavra’ that I was sure was aimed at the Dark Lord. I saw a green flash of light and then everything was black.