Allies vs. Enemies

[Sequel to 'The Unexpected Ally', final HP book told from a different POV] The journey to defeating Lord Voldemort continues as the group parts ways to find the Horcruxes. A young witch and her companion encounter danger around every corner and staying undetected proves harder than anticipated. The group questions the power of love as relationships are tested. Will the Dark in everyone be reviled or will the Light prevail? (All plots and ideas are owned by the talent, inspiring J.K. Rowling. Some of the plot is familiar to many where other parts are the work my creative license) Enjoy!


19. The Death of Holly Jane Peters

As Holly entered the Forest, past the chilly barrier or Dementors that guarded it, she began to shake.

‘C’mon Holly. You got this. Just another adventure.’ Holly thought, trying to steady herself. In her heart she knew it was the right thing to do but her head was running wild. She would never see Harry or her friends again. She would never get married and grow old with someone. She would never be a mother and raise her children in a little country home like always she dreamed.  Greece, Rome, New Zealand, she would never set eyes on. On the plus side, she’d get to see Arthur Abbott and both sets of her parents.

As Holly walked through the old trees of the forest, their gnarled roots twisting above the ground, she thought about death. ‘I hope it doesn’t hurt, I hope I go quickly’ She thought. She shook her thoughts out of her head as she heard voices coming towards her. Holly stood her ground and walked straight towards them.

“Ohhh lookie here Yaxley, we gots ourselves a visitor” Two Death Eaters came into view from behind a large tree. The Death Eater called Yaxley sent her flying backwards with a wave of his wand. She tripped over a tree root and fell backwards to the ground.

Yaxley leered over Holly and drew a line down Holly’s cheek with his finger. “Well aren’t you a beauty. Shame we’ll have to wreck your pretty little face.” Holly yanked her head away from his hand and spat in his face. She was promptly rewarded with a punch to the jaw.

“You little bitc-“ The rest of Yaxley’s words were drowned out by the other Death Eater’s laughter.

Holly felt hot liquid trickle down her face; Yaxley’s ring had cut it when he punched her. He yanked her to her feet and led her to a clearing. Death Eaters filled the clearing, making a semicircle around a roaring bonfire. Holly could see Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy off to the side looking terrified and not speaking to each other. When they saw Holly come into the clearing their eyes grew wide. Holly thought she caught a look of empathy on Narcissa’s face but it must have been the trick of the light. Holly’s eyes swept the clearing and they landed on Voldemort. He was standing in the middle of the circle, eyes closed. Bellatrix let out a loud cackling laugh as she saw Holly trip into the clearing. She was standing off to Voldemort’s left side and whispered urgently in his ear.

“My Lord, we found this” Yaxley pushed Holly forward into the light, “walking towards us in the Forest.”

Holly watched Voldemort. At Yaxley’s words he opened his slit red eyes and stared into Holly’s soul. Holly had been expecting him to use Occlumency on her but underestimated how powerful he was. She saw memories flash before her eyes. Holly receiving a letter from Dumbledore inviting her to come to Hogwarts. Dumbledore explaining to Harry in his office who Holly was. Holly’s first Quidditch match. An intimate encounter between Holly and a particular blonde haired boy by a tree beside a frozen lake. At this, Voldemort withdrew from Holly’s mind; he had seen enough.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise. It’s very nice to meet you Holly Potter.” Voldemort said with an evil smile. Whispers flared up among his Death Eaters.

“Potter?! You mean this filth is related to Him?” Bellatrix cried, “Why you filthy little-“ Voldemort silence her and the rest of the group by raising a hand.

“Tell me, why haven’t I known about this small detail before?” Voldemort asked Holly.

“Dumbledore put something in the drinks and food at the first feast. No one could tell anyone about me who wasn’t at the feast.” Holly replied. She had kept that little tidbit of information to herself since arriving at Hogwarts.

“Ah I see. But you weren’t there the night the curse rebounded were you?”

“No” Holly told Voldemort, “They had given me away before that happened”

“Oh my poor child, it’s a hard life being an orphan isn’t it?” Voldemort asked. Holly kept her mouth shut; she knew he didn’t want to hear an answer. “So why are you here my dear? Why did you leave the castle walls? To beg me to end your life mercifully?”

Holly drew a deep breath then said, “No, I was actually hoping to see Draco one last time before I died.”

Gasps arose from the crowd. Voldemort’s laugh echoed amongst the trees. “Ah. Young love. Draco, can you come here please?” Holly’s heart jumped to her throat as she watched Draco emerge from the group to stand beside Voldemort. He was pale and had a few scorch marks on his clothes and face. When his eyes met Holly’s they were full of terror and disbelief. Draco made a movement as if to walk towards Holly but froze when he heard Voldemort’s voice.

“I’m sorry to say that this will be the last time you young lovers see each other. I swore long ago I would end the Potter line, including any long-lost relatives.” Voldemort said with fake sadness. He walked closer to Draco and put to hands on his shoulders. “Now, I think it’s time for this little love affair to end.” Voldemort walked to the other side of Draco and looked at him seriously.

“Kill her.”

Draco’s eye grew wide with fright. Bellatrix cackled beside him and clapped her hands together in celebration. Holly thought she saw Narcissa move slightly from the corner of her eye but Lucius must have stopped her. Holly only had eye for Draco. She tried to silently communicate to him that it would be alright but was afraid Voldemort would see and become suspicious.

“Kill her, now.”

Voldemort’s last command was final. If Draco didn’t comply, he would probably die as well. Draco held up his shaking wand harm and pointed it at Holly. She felt her own wand on her chest inside her jacket but didn’t draw it. She had to go willingly, to make it easier on Draco. Holly look one last longing look at Draco then closed her eyes. She didn’t hear his words; instead she focused on the wind rustling through the leaves, the creaking branches as they swayed, the memory of Draco’s lips on hers. Holly saw a flash of green light from beneath her eyelids and then nothing. 

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