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"A new age is coming Potter," rasped the central figure. "Declare your allegiance to the cause or suffer the consequences."
Alexandra could not help it. She burst into giggles.
"This is not a joke!" Roared the Death Eater, furious Alexandra wasn't apparently taking him seriously. The green-eyed Ravenclaw stopped laughing with difficulty.
"You're right. Trying to kill me is no joke. And your little friend Randolph Carrow has already attacked me a few minutes ago."
Alexandra took a step forward for the Death Eaters to let them see her blood-stained robe in the light of the torches. Given that she was here and Carrow was not, the message was impossible even for dim-witted pure-bloods to miss.
"Blood-traitor..." whispered hatefully the figure on the right. "How dare you shed the noble blood sustaining our society?"
"My lineage is far more ancient and respectable than yours. Peasant." There was no way to say who was hiding behind the masks, but the remark found its mark. Fists tightened, the little skin which could be seen went red with anger.
"Die traitor! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Death to the Mudbloods! AVADA KEDAVRA!
"The Heir of Slytherin! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Three livid green rays of light came into existence. Three Unforgivables, three Killing Curses, with enough hate and murderous thoughts to send her ten times over into the caverns of Mandos.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The sheer amount of dark magic mustered shattered on the knight's armour she had just levitated in their path. The steel buckled, melted and finally liquefied under the Unforgivables, but it had fulfilled its purpose. The Death Eater on the right fell to a knee on the ground. The two other bigots were trembling on their feet. It was lamentable, a proof their levels of magic definitely weren't used to coping with this deathly power. And it would be their doom. A new Levitation Charm and the debris from the armour was sent at the Junior Death Eaters, sending them to the ground like dominoes.
My turn then.
Nine twirls of her wand, four movements of her sword covered in blood and a very focused visualisation were necessary for the incantation she had in mind. And it wasn't going to be pretty.
"By the power of Pertho, Hagalaz, Eihwaz and Thurisaz, I beseech you thunder of heavens! FULMEN IMPERATOR!"
Alexandra had promised Morag she wouldn't use this spell except in the direst circumstances. The Imperial Thunder Battle-Spell was a reconstitution of some very nasty magical engineering, and needless to say it had been severely restricted in its use by the most narrow-minded Ministry officials.
But the risk was worth it.
An ocean of green-red thunder stormed the corridor, generating an unstoppable wave of destruction. One of the junior Death Eaters began to run as far away as he could, while the two others casted red-grey shields and waited for Alexandra's war-spell to hit them. Alexandra felt her heart beat faster as a fantastic quantity of magic was consumed. She felt her blood sing with the power in her veins. She felt her hairs rise such was the energy she emitted. She felt every little wound Carrow's spell had made on her body.
And then the column of thunder ended as fast as it had begun. Alexandra fell on her knees, out of breath. In a rough estimate, she had the impression of having run five kilometres at full speed. Maybe one-third of her magical core had gone into the Imperial Thunder.
Trying to gain some balance, Alexandra glanced at her enemies and regretted it.
Of the two Death Eaters who had stayed to withstand her attack, their magical wands and their shredded robes were the things having shown the greatest amount of resistance to her lightning incantation. The lightning-based spell had not been content to break their magical shields. It had consumed them. Below the robes, two wizards had been hiding their visages. Now they were only two charred corpses.
Alexandra gagged at the putrid smell of roasted meat.
Oh by the eye of Sauron...what I have done?
There was no point examining them to see if there was any sign of life left in them. No one human could take burns like that and survive.
The Potter Heiress almost collapsed and it wasn't due to magical exhaustion.
I killed them. I killed them. I-
She closed her eyes. She tried to think logically. She tried to analyse the situation like a good Ravenclaw.
I killed them. I killed them before they killed me.
A bitter laugh came to her lips. A few minutes – or was it seconds? – ago, she had been speaking about the blood of Slytherin. And now more and more of the red liquid was shed for this imbecility.
"How many more have I to kill? How much blood must I take on my hands before it ends?"
There was no one to answer the question. Alexandra hadn't expected anything else. She was always alone at the end, no? In the darkness of the cupboard, when she hadn't been able to escape the clutches of Vernon or the rest of her 'family'. In the abyss of Brise-Roc, when magic and steel failed against the monster of another dimension. At Hogwarts, when Professors and students failed routinely to look like a sane and normal school.
Nigel was unconscious. Hermione and Morag were petrified. Flitwick was certainly in the same state. Dumbledore, as much as she disliked the old powerful wizard, was not here. She was alone, tired of this butchery...
A loud sound echoed in the distance. An atrocious hiss resonated in the empty corridors and halls of Hogwarts. A sound which could only be made by one living creature in the magical world.
"Here comes the Basilisk."
11 April 1993, Hogsmeade, Scotland
Albus Dumbledore watched with cold eyes the castle of Hogwarts in the distance.
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