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Chapter Six: Chosen of the Serpent
Nymphadora Tonks entered into the Department of Mysteries. She was now standing in a large, circular room. Everything there was black including the floor and ceiling; identical, unmarked, handless black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with braches of red candles whose flames burned electric blue. There was nothing to tell where the boy had gone, but somehow she knew where he was.
She opened one of the doors and walked through a long hallway before arriving to a large wooden door. She opened the door and stepped into the dark room behind it.
"What took you so long?"
Tonks turned towards the speaker. The brat was now wearing black, flowing robes instead of the white hospital clothes. "I see you have spend your time wisely," she said, her voice oozing sarcasm. "Instead of running away you have gotten yourself new set of robes."
Harry smirked. "Duelling is the greatest of all arts and I wouldn't even dream of walking into a duel wearing so unfashionable clothing. Transfigured robes aren't as good as the real ones, but I guess they will have to do."
She glared the Dark wizard. "The alarm has already been given, and the DMLE will return very soon. There is no way you can weasel your way out of this."
The boy shook his head gently. "You are wrong about that, Nymph. I can guarantee that the Imperiused aren't going to remember me. That is the beauty of the memory charms. It leaves you as the only loose end." His smirk came back with a vengeance. "And that end won't remain open for long."
He took out his holly wand. "Do you have something to say before we begin?"
She stared him for few seconds before she spoke, "why did you let your hatred to consume yourself, Harry?"
The boy chuckled faintly. "My hatred hasn't consumed me, whatever you mean by that. Hatred is a tool, it gives you power."
"Do you even realise the prise you paid for your power!" she snarled. "DO YOU REALISE HOW PEOPLE HAVE SUFFERED BECAUSE OF YOU!?"
Now Harry looked absolutely serene, there was no emotion on his face. "Why should I care if people suffer. The didn't care when I suffered."
"And so you have let yourself to become embittered by a bunch of stupid muggles. You are so caught in your thirst for revenge, that you are unable to see anything else. You will happily let everyone suffer as long as you can kill muggles. Pitiful. You are pitiful!"
"Am I?" Harry asked, his voice was still unnaturally calm. "Don't think that you know all about me just because of the bond we share. Do you think that I enjoy killing my fellow wizards? Let me assure you, I do not."
She blinked. "Then why are you doing this?"
"Simply because it has to done. The wizarding world has to be saved."
"What?" Tonks uttered, disbelieving her ears. "If you want to save the world, you are fighting on the wrong side."
Harry snorted. "You are misguided by the ideas of good and evil. You fail to understand that they are merely philosophical concepts. They aren't anything real. Human life has no inherent value, no purpose other than we give to it. The strong have always preyed on the weak to sustain themselves. That is the natural order of things."
"What are you trying to say?" Tonks snapped.
"A society survives only by destroying its enemies," Harry stated calmly. "And the society can be strong enough to do so only if it has a strong leader."
"Do you really think that by killing all muggles will help magical people?"
"Of course it will. Once they are gone, all resources of the Earth belong to us. Besides, if left alone for long enough, they will kill us. Once they realise our existence we would be hunted down mercilessly. Muggles are rabid beasts. Its better to putt them down before they turn on us."
"You are insane! You want to kill billions just because they might harm us!"
"I know they would," Harry said. "And even if they won't, I would still do this. They deserve nothing more than death. Besides I'm getting very well rewarded for all this."
Tonks shook her head. "You really are insane." She knew now that the boy was beyond redemption. This time she would do what was necessary. This time she wouldn't fail!
"I'm sane, it's the world that is insane," Harry said, his lips curving into a small smile. "I'm getting tired of this conversation. Cruconsto!"
Tonks was ready. With a single flick of her wand she nonverbally erected a shield, deflecting the electric blue curse towards the ceiling.
A split second after the curse had rebounded Harry's second curse left his wand. The twisting bolt of green light travelled through the room and went straight through her shield, but she was already on the move and the curse missed her by a feet.
The boy continued with a barrage of pyroprojectile charms. She easily avoided the fiery bolts, but they weren't even meant to hit, he was driving her towards the corner.
She couldn't allow that to happen, and thus she made a move that most would consider insane. The Auror dived forward, a small bolt of fire missing her head by less than two inches. The heat of the spell nearly set her hairs aflame.
Before she had even hit the floor, her wand had begun moving in a blur as she drew an invisible spiral in the air. Once the wand movement was completed, a purple bolt of Dark magic left her wand. It was an entrails-rotting curse. If that spell were to hit the brat, he would be dead within five minutes. The curse had one special ability that lifted it above most other combat spells; it would penetrate magical shields nearly as easily as the Killing curse. On the downside it took long time to cast and drained lots of magic.
But now when she and the boy shared their power, she had no need to conserve magic. Besides, that curse would be a fitting end for the brat. He deserved to die in an painful manner.
The boy obviously knew about the curse because he didn't even try to block the curse, instead opting to dodge it. However, this gave Tonks an opportunity to continue her offence.
During the next minute they exchanged dozen curses, mostly Dark or otherwise maliciously wicked and the very air was starting to be supercharged with Dark magic.
Tonks had an insane smile plastered on her face due the sheer exhilaration of using the Dark Arts. Using the darkest of arts always gave an euphoric feeling. A feeling of power, control and sheer physical pleasure.
Dark Arts needed negative emotions to fuel them, but when used they also strengthen those feelings. It is was wonder that these spells are banned in the whole wizarding world. Luckily the Auror were trained and allowed to use Dark Arts. Tonks chuckled wickedly. Life was good.
Magic burned within her, and she loved the feeling with every fibre of her being. It was real pity that she would lose the power once the boy dies. She cast three Dark cutting hexes in a rabid succession towards the boy, who sidestepped the two first and blocked the last one with a simple Protego.
The curse was rebounded back at her and she knew she shouldn't block it with a shield charm as the brat would undoubtedly follow it with a Killing Curse that would go straight through her shield and send her to her next great adventure. Instead she opted for a much rarer form of defence: The Combat Transfiguration. She had never been good in it, but she hoped that Potter's sweet and exhilarating raw power, now flowing in her too, would help her.
She made a single sweep with her wand and yelled the incantation of metal conjuring spell, while the boy blasted an another green bolt at her.
Delightful power flooded through her and a massive block of solid iron appeared out of thin air in front of her. A split second later the cutting curse hit the wall, penetrating few inches into the solid metal. It was followed in a heartbeat by a Killing Curse, which rebounded harmlessly from the metal wall with a gong-like sound.
The wall of iron completely blocked their sight. With nearly similar moves they pointed their wands towards the point in which their opponent had stood.
Then they both cast the same curse nonverbally. Two tunnelling charms left the wands and travelled into opposite directions.
Both spells easily burrowed through the massive block of iron and the soft flesh behind it.
Crimson blood was splattered on the walls in ample quantities and the bodies of the two combatants fell on the floor with two similar thuds.
Tonks screamed as the bond shattered. The pain was unbearable. The power flooded into her for a second before suddenly vanishing completely, leaving only a feeling of terrible emptiness.
No, it had left something behind, Tonks realised a second later. Twin beacons of darkness were now residing within her. She didn't know what they were, nor did she want to know, because she was sure she wouldn't like the answer.
She felt sick. She had heavily used Dark Arts. Used them and loved every second of it! She already longed to use them again, use them to kill. She wanted to feel again! And above all she longed for the raw magical power she had just lost. The invigorating, sweet and exhilarating power...
What's happening to me? she thought. This is not me! This isn't like me at all!
A wave of disgust surged through her and she emptied her stomach on the floor. Her vomit mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on her side. She had been lucky and the curse had only scratched her. She would survive.
She stood up and walked shakily to the other side of the iron wall. The brat was laying in a large pool of crimson liquid, his head was located few foot away from the rest of his body.
Tonks begun to chuckle. She had beheaded the boy. Apparently she was continuing the most noble traditions of the most ancient and noble house of Black.
She pointed her wand towards the body and the incantation of the blood boiling curse left her lips with an extraordinary ease. The bolt of Dark magic left the wand tip and struck the boy. She nearly shivered in ecstasy as she was once again immersed in Dark magic. Then the feeling left her as soon as it had come. She cast the spell again, wanting the feeling to come back. And then again and again.
She started to laugh as red steam burst out from the boy's neck-stump. It was absolutely hilarious.
And then she saw her own reflection from a mirror hanging on the wall. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her metamorphmagus abilities had activated without her knowing. Her appearance now reflected the decay in her soul. Her skin was pale white, hair was midnight black and her red eyes glittered in the darkness.
She screamed.
When you look too long into the abyss, it gazes back... and the never ending circle of corruption shall begin anew.
The end of Thicker Than Blood.
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Author's Notes: And so ends the most flamed story in DLP. Actually I'm sort of wondering why I haven't got any flames here. But then again, after an ending like this I could very well get few....
Please review and tell what you think of the ending.
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Chapter Six: Chosen of the Serpent
Nymphadora Tonks entered into the Department of Mysteries. She was now standing in a large, circular room. Everything there was black including the floor and ceiling; identical, unmarked, handless black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with braches of red candles whose flames burned electric blue. There was nothing to tell where the boy had gone, but somehow she knew where he was.
She opened one of the doors and walked through a long hallway before arriving to a large wooden door. She opened the door and stepped into the dark room behind it.
"What took you so long?"
Tonks turned towards the speaker. The brat was now wearing black, flowing robes instead of the white hospital clothes. "I see you have spend your time wisely," she said, her voice oozing sarcasm. "Instead of running away you have gotten yourself new set of robes."
Harry smirked. "Duelling is the greatest of all arts and I wouldn't even dream of walking into a duel wearing so unfashionable clothing. Transfigured robes aren't as good as the real ones, but I guess they will have to do."
She glared the Dark wizard. "The alarm has already been given, and the DMLE will return very soon. There is no way you can weasel your way out of this."
The boy shook his head gently. "You are wrong about that, Nymph. I can guarantee that the Imperiused aren't going to remember me. That is the beauty of the memory charms. It leaves you as the only loose end." His smirk came back with a vengeance. "And that end won't remain open for long."
He took out his holly wand. "Do you have something to say before we begin?"
She stared him for few seconds before she spoke, "why did you let your hatred to consume yourself, Harry?"
The boy chuckled faintly. "My hatred hasn't consumed me, whatever you mean by that. Hatred is a tool, it gives you power."
"Do you even realise the prise you paid for your power!" she snarled. "DO YOU REALISE HOW PEOPLE HAVE SUFFERED BECAUSE OF YOU!?"
Now Harry looked absolutely serene, there was no emotion on his face. "Why should I care if people suffer. The didn't care when I suffered."
"And so you have let yourself to become embittered by a bunch of stupid muggles. You are so caught in your thirst for revenge, that you are unable to see anything else. You will happily let everyone suffer as long as you can kill muggles. Pitiful. You are pitiful!"
"Am I?" Harry asked, his voice was still unnaturally calm. "Don't think that you know all about me just because of the bond we share. Do you think that I enjoy killing my fellow wizards? Let me assure you, I do not."
She blinked. "Then why are you doing this?"
"Simply because it has to done. The wizarding world has to be saved."
"What?" Tonks uttered, disbelieving her ears. "If you want to save the world, you are fighting on the wrong side."
Harry snorted. "You are misguided by the ideas of good and evil. You fail to understand that they are merely philosophical concepts. They aren't anything real. Human life has no inherent value, no purpose other than we give to it. The strong have always preyed on the weak to sustain themselves. That is the natural order of things."
"What are you trying to say?" Tonks snapped.
"A society survives only by destroying its enemies," Harry stated calmly. "And the society can be strong enough to do so only if it has a strong leader."
"Do you really think that by killing all muggles will help magical people?"
"Of course it will. Once they are gone, all resources of the Earth belong to us. Besides, if left alone for long enough, they will kill us. Once they realise our existence we would be hunted down mercilessly. Muggles are rabid beasts. Its better to putt them down before they turn on us."
"You are insane! You want to kill billions just because they might harm us!"
"I know they would," Harry said. "And even if they won't, I would still do this. They deserve nothing more than death. Besides I'm getting very well rewarded for all this."
Tonks shook her head. "You really are insane." She knew now that the boy was beyond redemption. This time she would do what was necessary. This time she wouldn't fail!
"I'm sane, it's the world that is insane," Harry said, his lips curving into a small smile. "I'm getting tired of this conversation. Cruconsto!"
Tonks was ready. With a single flick of her wand she nonverbally erected a shield, deflecting the electric blue curse towards the ceiling.
A split second after the curse had rebounded Harry's second curse left his wand. The twisting bolt of green light travelled through the room and went straight through her shield, but she was already on the move and the curse missed her by a feet.
The boy continued with a barrage of pyroprojectile charms. She easily avoided the fiery bolts, but they weren't even meant to hit, he was driving her towards the corner.
She couldn't allow that to happen, and thus she made a move that most would consider insane. The Auror dived forward, a small bolt of fire missing her head by less than two inches. The heat of the spell nearly set her hairs aflame.
Before she had even hit the floor, her wand had begun moving in a blur as she drew an invisible spiral in the air. Once the wand movement was completed, a purple bolt of Dark magic left her wand. It was an entrails-rotting curse. If that spell were to hit the brat, he would be dead within five minutes. The curse had one special ability that lifted it above most other combat spells; it would penetrate magical shields nearly as easily as the Killing curse. On the downside it took long time to cast and drained lots of magic.
But now when she and the boy shared their power, she had no need to conserve magic. Besides, that curse would be a fitting end for the brat. He deserved to die in an painful manner.
The boy obviously knew about the curse because he didn't even try to block the curse, instead opting to dodge it. However, this gave Tonks an opportunity to continue her offence.
During the next minute they exchanged dozen curses, mostly Dark or otherwise maliciously wicked and the very air was starting to be supercharged with Dark magic.
Tonks had an insane smile plastered on her face due the sheer exhilaration of using the Dark Arts. Using the darkest of arts always gave an euphoric feeling. A feeling of power, control and sheer physical pleasure.
Dark Arts needed negative emotions to fuel them, but when used they also strengthen those feelings. It is was wonder that these spells are banned in the whole wizarding world. Luckily the Auror were trained and allowed to use Dark Arts. Tonks chuckled wickedly. Life was good.
Magic burned within her, and she loved the feeling with every fibre of her being. It was real pity that she would lose the power once the boy dies. She cast three Dark cutting hexes in a rabid succession towards the boy, who sidestepped the two first and blocked the last one with a simple Protego.
The curse was rebounded back at her and she knew she shouldn't block it with a shield charm as the brat would undoubtedly follow it with a Killing Curse that would go straight through her shield and send her to her next great adventure. Instead she opted for a much rarer form of defence: The Combat Transfiguration. She had never been good in it, but she hoped that Potter's sweet and exhilarating raw power, now flowing in her too, would help her.
She made a single sweep with her wand and yelled the incantation of metal conjuring spell, while the boy blasted an another green bolt at her.
Delightful power flooded through her and a massive block of solid iron appeared out of thin air in front of her. A split second later the cutting curse hit the wall, penetrating few inches into the solid metal. It was followed in a heartbeat by a Killing Curse, which rebounded harmlessly from the metal wall with a gong-like sound.
The wall of iron completely blocked their sight. With nearly similar moves they pointed their wands towards the point in which their opponent had stood.
Then they both cast the same curse nonverbally. Two tunnelling charms left the wands and travelled into opposite directions.
Both spells easily burrowed through the massive block of iron and the soft flesh behind it.
Crimson blood was splattered on the walls in ample quantities and the bodies of the two combatants fell on the floor with two similar thuds.
Tonks screamed as the bond shattered. The pain was unbearable. The power flooded into her for a second before suddenly vanishing completely, leaving only a feeling of terrible emptiness.
No, it had left something behind, Tonks realised a second later. Twin beacons of darkness were now residing within her. She didn't know what they were, nor did she want to know, because she was sure she wouldn't like the answer.
She felt sick. She had heavily used Dark Arts. Used them and loved every second of it! She already longed to use them again, use them to kill. She wanted to feel again! And above all she longed for the raw magical power she had just lost. The invigorating, sweet and exhilarating power...
What's happening to me? she thought. This is not me! This isn't like me at all!
A wave of disgust surged through her and she emptied her stomach on the floor. Her vomit mixing with the blood dripping from the wound on her side. She had been lucky and the curse had only scratched her. She would survive.
She stood up and walked shakily to the other side of the iron wall. The brat was laying in a large pool of crimson liquid, his head was located few foot away from the rest of his body.
Tonks begun to chuckle. She had beheaded the boy. Apparently she was continuing the most noble traditions of the most ancient and noble house of Black.
She pointed her wand towards the body and the incantation of the blood boiling curse left her lips with an extraordinary ease. The bolt of Dark magic left the wand tip and struck the boy. She nearly shivered in ecstasy as she was once again immersed in Dark magic. Then the feeling left her as soon as it had come. She cast the spell again, wanting the feeling to come back. And then again and again.
She started to laugh as red steam burst out from the boy's neck-stump. It was absolutely hilarious.
And then she saw her own reflection from a mirror hanging on the wall. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her metamorphmagus abilities had activated without her knowing. Her appearance now reflected the decay in her soul. Her skin was pale white, hair was midnight black and her red eyes glittered in the darkness.
She screamed.
When you look too long into the abyss, it gazes back... and the never ending circle of corruption shall begin anew.
The end of Thicker Than Blood.
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Author's Notes: And so ends the most flamed story in DLP. Actually I'm sort of wondering why I haven't got any flames here. But then again, after an ending like this I could very well get few....
Please review and tell what you think of the ending.
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