Lily Potter and The Eight Zones of The World

It's Lily Potter's first year at Hogwarts and she's really excited. From what she had heard from her older brothers, James and Albus, and her cousin, Rose, Hogwarts sounded amazing. But then a new Dark Lord comes into power and steal the Wizarding World's protective relic, the Sword of Gryffindor. Will Lily be able to stop the Dark Lord before the Eight Zones of the world fall under his rule?

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9. Chapter 8

Leaving the others to get on with what they were doing, I ran off to find Malcolm. It was only fifteen minutes into the battle and people had died already. But I needed to keep looking. 

 

Then I saw a dark figure by the Forbidden Forest. I could sense it was Malcolm. “Hey, Malcolm!” I shouted “Come and fight like a man!”

“It’s pointless duelling a child.” Malcolm teased. “I’m not just any child,” I snapped “I’m Lily Luna Potter! Daughter of the boy who lived!” Malcolm turned to me. “A Potter,” he said “Then this’ll be a worthy duel.” He pulled his wand from his robes. I did the same and prepared for battle.

 

“Stupefy!” I shouted just as Malcolm yelled “Sectumsempra!”  Both spells clashed and made ropes of light come out of both wands. Duelling was harder that I thought but I didn’t give in. Then we both pulled away. “You stupid, girl. You don’t know hat you’re dealing will!” Malcolm shouted. “Oh, I think I do,” I corrected him “If my dad defeated your dad, I can defeat you.” We both started duelling again. Then from the corner of my eye, I could see James.

 

“Lily!” He cried. But I just continued to duel Malcolm. Soon enough people had stopped fighting to watch this tremendous battle between good and evil. Then we both pulled away, this time I fell backwards. “Give up?” Malcolm asked. I picked myself up and stood tall. “You may be Voldemort’s son,” I said “But there is one thing you haven’t done that your father did do.”

“Oh,” Malcolm replied “And what is that?” I took a deep breath. “Your don’t have horcruxes. So if I was to cast the killing curse you’d die straight away.” 

 

“You wouldn’t!” Malcolm said gritting his teeth. “Oh, I would,” I smirked. I lifted my wand and pointed it at him. Everyone who was watching held their breaths. I wasn’t too sure this’d work but I closed my eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs “Avada Kedavra!” Malcolm’s body stiffened and fell to the floor. The Death Eaters apparated out of sight, possibly in humiliation. Everyone else cheered. 

 

I had done it. I had killed Malcolm Riddle. Plus I had proved that any kind of witch or wizard could cast an unforgivable curse, through pure anger. With all of the excitement around me, my head started to spin. Then I fell to the floor. 

 

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