A Death Eater’s Revenge by Phenioxsong22
Chapter Notes: Disclaimer: It all belongs to JK Rowling...
Harry stared into Lucius’s cold gray eyes, looking for any trace that the former Death Eater was lying, but none was found. Bellatrix’s plans were surprising for Harry. So far, Malfoy had just told Harry old news: the closed door, the barrier, and the dementor attacks, but Malfoy was recently involved in telling Harry how the dementors would rally against those who have, in the past, declined them prey. It would seem the dementors would be the main focus of Bellatrix’s scheme.
“So Potter, the dementors are targeting you, the ministry, the”” listed Malfoy.
“Who else is Bellatrix allying with besides the dementors?” interrupted Harry.
“Can’t even figure that out, Potter? You’re worthless without that Mudblood, aren’t you?” sneered Lucius’s neighbor, Rodolphus Lestrange.
“Who is Bellatrix allying with?” repeated Harry, ignoring Rodolphus, though tightening his grip on his wand.
“Bella wants to gather the familiar army of creatures. You know, giants, some dragons, dementors, especially dementors. Wizards aren’t her focus or her main allies this time, creatures are. Bellatrix wants to rally them and use them against the entire magical community, starting with you. Every creature will go up against you and what’s left of your family.”
“What do you mean what’s left of my family?” asked Harry sharply.
Malfoy went silent, his face turning pale as if he had heard the dementors were going to be performing a kiss on him. Lestrange, however, suddenly smiled, a maniacal expression appearing on his face.
“What do you mean what’s left of my family?” snarled Harry, grabbing Lucius by the collar of his worn robes.
“Giving away my secrets, Malfoy?” sneered a familiar voice.
Shock resounded through Harry’s body. She’s here. Harry thought before whipping around and casting a Stunner. Bellatrix Lestrange easily sidestepped the spell.
“Tsk, Tsk, Potter. I thought that Auror training would have taught you to hit your target…I guess I was wrong,” drawled the voice of Bellatrix. Harry tightened his hold on his wand, watching Bellatrix closely.
“But aww…wittle baby Potter has gwown up so much since our last encounter. Do you remember it, Potter? I’m sure you do seeing as it was one of my proudest moments”
murdering that half-breed Lupin was so satisfying and the pain required made it even better. Who knew silver could hurt so much?”
“Stupefy!” bellowed Harry as white hot anger flowed through his veins. He wanted to hurt this woman, this monster. He wanted to her to feel pain like he had felt when she killed Sirius, Lupin, Mad-Eye, Padma Patil, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown and so many more. As Bellatrix laughed at the missed curse, Harry couldn’t help but keep Remus’s murder in mind before casting another spell toward the women with heavily lidded eyes.
-Flashback-
Harry and Remus were back to back, surrounded by a circle of Death Eaters. Curses whizzed by, but between the two friends, nothing remotely dangerous ever hit them. The cursing kept up until finally, with a flamboyant Stunner, Remus finished off the last of the eight Death Eaters. Panting, both men (for Harry could no longer be considered a boy) sat down behind a boulder to rest, if just for two minutes. Both surveyed their injuries. Harry nursed a cut arm and some major bruising while Remus fixed a slash across his cheek and some injuries on his own arms.
“Thanks for helping me out of there, Moony,” panted Harry, trying to get his breath back as he got to his feet. “I probably would be tending a lot more injuries right now if you hadn’t come.”
“Hey, that’s my job, to keep you from getting into trouble.” Remus said, with a twinkle in his eye in spite of the gravity of the situation.
“But you know Harry; you fight just like your father.”
Harry stared at him in amazement.
“Oh yes. Just like Prongs, you let no fear show and taunt unmercifully.” Harry blushed, a little ashamed of his mocking just minutes ago. “You also act before thinking, just like your father used to do.” Harry looked at his feet, Sirius’s murder in mind. “That’s not always a bad thing; acting quickly can get you out of some tough spots as you have experienced.” Remus paused before adding, “But you know, the reason you are so like Prongs is not your skills but your loyalty. You would never betray a friend even if it would means death. I just wish everyone could do that,” added Remus softly, thinking of an individual in particular. Harry thought of Wormtail also, wondering what would have happened if Peter had been a true Gryffindor and not a coward.
“You have James’s loyalty, but you have your mother’s love and willingness to sacrifice,” continued Remus, “And your love for Miss Weasley is deep; it reminds me of Lily and James’s love. Not many can truly love, but you and Ginny seem to have found out how. Always remember to do that. But like your mother, you sacrifice without a single thought. I saw how you helped Mr. Smith out of that dilemma down there and how you took that curse for Hermione.”
“But anyone would have done that!” protested Harry.
“No, not anyone would have been brave enough to step in to help in the face of danger; you would be surprised how many people wouldn’t have taken that curse. You are still too young to have seen the horrors of what people do to their friends.” Harry gave Remus a doubtful look, thinking he had seen far too much then he should have at his age. Remus spotted the look immediately and added,
“Oh, yes, I know you have seen more than you a man of seventeen should have, but you are surrounded by loving friends who would do anything to save you. Unlike me, you haven’t experienced someone leaving a friend to save their own skin.” Remus paused, thinking of other times, before adding,
“Harry, I hope you never see that because in my eyes, putting yourself before others is probably the worst crime out there.”
Both friends were quiet for a moment before Remus spoke again.
“You have a mix of your mother and father’s anger. Lily would be calm and ignore people when she was mocked, but if her anger was unleashed, you had better take cover. Prongs on the other hand, if mocked or angered, would immediately react and take that fury out on someone. I remember one time Snape called James a Mudblood lover. Well, James, as stupid as that name was, went ballistic. Snape wasn’t recognizable by the time Prongs was through with him. Then, Lily saw what happened, and I don’t think that hand print she gave Prongs ever went away!” Remus chuckled before continuing, “There were countless times Prongs lost his cool, and he only fixed that problem with Lily’s help. You should be glad you didn’t inherit that trait to the extent he had it!”
“You forgot about the time Prongs used the Cruciatus Curse, Moony,” came a sly voice from behind Remus and Harry.
Both whipped around to stare into the small, watery eyes of Peter Pettigrew. “Oh, yes Harry, your father was capable of much worse than a few hexes or jinxes. He used the torture curse on Lucius Malfoy. But not only was it put on him, it was used with such hatred and anger that it almost killed the man. Why do you think Lucius hates you so much?”
“He wouldn’t,” said Harry through clenched teeth; his wand was in a death grip in his hand in order to refrain from using any curse on the traitor. Harry glanced at Remus to confirm that his father wouldn’t dare use an Unforgivable, but Remus was staring at Wormtail as if he didn’t know the person standing there. There was disbelief in Remus’ eyes, not hatred.
“Oh, yes he would use the curse, Harry,” countered Peter.
“And tell him Peter, why Prongs used that spell.” Remus shot back, his face angry.
“Your father was bored, Harry, and was looking”” started Wormtail.
“LIAR!” shouted Remus with such vindictiveness that both Wormtail and Harry stared at him. “How could you say that Wormtail? Of all people to use that horrendous day to their advantage, it had to be you? Why? You know us Marauders vowed to never speak of that day!”
“What happened?” shouted Harry, shaking with disbelief of his father using an Unforgivable to the extent of almost murder.
Remus shot Peter such a glare that if looks could kill, there would be nothing left of the rat standing there, before telling Harry the tale.
“Harry, your father used the Cruciatus Curse because of your mother. The Order was in a battle with Death Eaters and both sides were fighting fiercely. No one was being truly hurt though why the Death Eaters were refraining from using such spells was a mystery to us until everyone hears this scream. It was this long, excruciating, howl of pain. Suddenly, it became clear that the Death Eaters had but one target. James knew who the target was at once. He knew who was screaming in pain. It was Lily. All four of us Marauders dashed over to where the horrendous sound was coming from. That’s where we saw Lucius with his wand on Lily. Harry, he was torturing her, but not with the Cruciatus Curse. She was cut and bruised everywhere, and it seems Lucius had been feeding her information that James had been killed along with hallucinations of his death. It was too much for one person to handle. Harry, Lily was on her hands and knees sobbing for death! What you have to understand is your mother never let weakness show. She may have shed a tear or two or even cried in pain, but she never lost control completely. So when James saw her, lying there, asking for death, he was so scared. Lily had never let Prongs see that she was in pain. So seeing her so vulnerable, scared James to death”I had truly never seen James as terrified as he was. But like I said, he always let his anger get the best of him. But you also have to understand that your father was so full of love for your mother that his hatred for the person hurting her was intense enough for the curse to become extremely powerful. I was really surprised that Lucius wasn’t tortured into insanity. He really would have been if it hadn’t been for the fact, James stopped in order to grab Lily.”
“You’re the liar, Moony,” interrupted Wormtail.
“SHUT UP WORMTAIL! I can’t believe you would mock that memory! You saw Lily! You saw how she was inches from death! James had nightmares about that day until he died. And you just stand there, MAKING FUN OF JAMES AND TELLING HIS SON HOW AWFUL A PERSON HE WAS! IT WAS ONE DAY AND WITHOUT THAT CURSE LUCIUS WOULD HAVE KILLED LILY”THE LOVE OF JAMES’S LIFE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU PETER! WASN’T KILLING PRONGS ENOUGH? OR DO YOU FEEL YOU HAVE TO USE HIS MEMORY AGAINST HIM?” roared Remus, his fury like the werewolf he was.
Wormtail stood there with wide eyes, staring at Remus. “I’ve never heard you yell like that before, Moony,” whispered Wormtail, in such a quiet voice that it might have been meant for only him to hear.
“I”WHAT?” asked Remus incredulously.
“Moony, I wasn’t making fun of Prongs, I was”” Suddenly, Peter Pettigrew sank to the ground, sobbing like a baby. Harry was so bewildered at the change of emotions, his mind was spinning. Remus stared in shock.
“Moony…I m-miss him! H-h-he always gave m-me advice a-nd lo-oked out f-for me and l-l-look at w-what I did!” wept Peter.
Remus stood there with an unbelievable look in his eyes.
“I knew it was wrong! I kn-knew it was horrendous b-but I di-di-din’t want to DIE! You-You don’t un-understand what the-the Dark Lord is ca-capable of! He has ways-t-to tor-to-torture you that no one c-could imagine!”
“James would have taken the torture to save you!” insisted Remus.
“STOP BEING SO BLOODY RIGHT MOONY! I WAS NEVER AS BRAVE AS YOU, SIRIUS, AND JAMES WERE, ALRIGHT? I COULDN’T HELP BUT BE A COWARD!” Peter cried.
Remus’s eyes softened as he realized that Wormtail was the same boy he had known, just influenced by power and his own fear.
“Wormtail, I know”” began Remus.
“HARRY WATCH OUT!” screamed Peter’s voice. Harry whipped around to see a jet of green light coming at him. I’m going to die. Harry stood frozen, the one thought echoing through his mind. Suddenly, he felt a heavy object collide with him before roughly hitting the ground with the green light passing above him. Hardly believing he was alive, Harry looked around for his savoir. His eyes rested on the rat-like figure beside him.
“THERE JAMES! ARE YOU HAPPY? I SAVED HARRY! NOW MY DEBT IS REPAID TO BOTH OF YOU! OH JAMES WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME SO? EVERY NIGHT I SEE YOU HAUNTING ME! I SEE LILY GIVING ME THAT LOOK OF DISGUIST SHE ALWAYS SAVED ESPECAILLY FOR YOU WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER! WHY JAMES? OH WHY?” cried Wormtail to the sky.
Remus came over and put a hand on the sobbing man’s shoulder. “Wormtail, he forgives you.” He said simply.
“I don’t deserve to be forgiven! I should be killed! Kill me now, Moony!” was Peter’s answer.
“Wormtail, James wouldn’t want you killed.” Remus answered softly.
“Kill me Moony!”
“No,” repeated Remus.
“DO IT NOW MOONY!”
Remus just stood there as Wormtail turned to Harry.
“Kill me, Harry. I know you want to! I killed Lily and James! If it wasn’t for me, they would be alive! Kill me!” begged Peter.
“You can go to Azkaban, but I won’t kill you,” answered Harry before backing away from the sobbing man.
Peter continued to beg, though his plea was not answered.
After another final ‘No’, Peter was desperate.
“Fine!” the rat-like man hissed.
In a swift motion, Peter Pettigrew was up with his wand pointed directly at Harry’s heart, a maniacal look in his tear stained eyes. “Remus, if you don’t kill me, I’ll murder Harry. Try and disarm me, and I send the curse faster than you can stop me,” warned Wormtail.
“Wormtail, I won’t kill you,” responded Remus.
“Then you’ll have an innocent murder on your hands!” screamed Peter.
“You won’t do it Wormtail,” said Remus, though looking at Peter’s wand uneasily. Harry stood there, not daring to move in case Wormtail carried out his threat.
“Who says I can’t murder? I murdered the Potters without a single thought”why not finish the job?”
“No”” began Remus
“Avada Kedavra!” yelled Peter, but Harry shot to the left, so that the curse barely missed him. As Wormtail took aim again, Remus screamed.
“STOP WORMTAIL!”
“Then kill me!”
“Why should I?”
“I don’t deserve to live among innocent people.”
“Yes you”” protested Remus.
“SHUT-UP MOONY AND DO IT!”
“I’m not a murderer,” whispered Remus.
“Then become one!” hissed Peter. “You were all set to murder me in Harry’s third year, what has changed? If Sirius was here, he’d do in a heart-beat!”
Remus stayed quiet.
“Remus, kill me or always remember being the one who just as well killed ‘The Chosen One.’ Wormtail said with a sneer.
“Fine Wormtail! I hate you though! I don’t want to kill you! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? YOU’VE GIVEN ME AN IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE! BUT HARRY NEEDS TO WIN AGAINST VOLDEMORT!” Remus was in hysterics”something Harry had never seen before. “I love you like my brother. We are Marauders until the end. Don’t make me do this!” Remus finished softly.
“Do it,” whispered Peter back.
“A-AVADA-I CAN’T!”
“MOONY! THINK OF ME GIVING INFORMATION TO THE DARK LORD! THINK OF JAMES AND LILY AND SIRIUS! THINK OF ME KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE! THINK OF ME MOCKING THEM!” yelled Wormtail.
Remus lifted his wand and took aim.
“COME ON YOU WEREWOLF!”
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” bellowed Remus with a determined look. His eyes seemed to have an unusual glint to them as the jet of green light hit Peter Pettigrew. A calm, satisfied look was printed on Peter’s face as he crumbled to the ground, dead. The rat had finally believed that he was forgiven. Remus stared at his victim with a disbelieving look on his face before everything caught up with him.
“What have I done?” sobbed Remus, sinking to his knees, his eyes their usual self.
Harry hurried over to Remus’s side to comfort him. “Remus…Remus…Remus listen to me!” Remus looked into the green eyes of his friend’s son as Harry continued, “Remus, you killed Peter out of love for everything around you. As hard as it is to say, you killed Wormtail out of love for him and for everyone that has come before you and will come after you.”
“It’s still not right,” spat Remus, looking at Peter’s lifeless face.
“It may not seem right now, but in time you will realize it was the only way. You will eventually understand that it truly was the right thing to do,” finished Harry.
“When did you get so wise?” questioned Remus gently before getting to his feet.
“When Hermione gave me the same speech about killing Voldemort,” answered Harry with a small grin.
“I should have known. I should have”AAAHHH!” Remus fell to the ground in pain. Bewildered, Harry watched his friend’s breathing quicken and start shaking on the ground.
“Moony, what’s wrong?” asked Harry, bewildered. Harry then noticed the glint of silver protruding out of the werewolf’s back.
“Is that painful, werewolf?” taunted a voice. Remus screamed in more white hot pain as Harry faced Bellatrix Lestrange. “Are you shocked Potter, that I managed to kill the last of the legendary Marauders? But you know, I only killed him since he seemed to have finished off this pathetic rat over here. Not that I care.” laughed Bellatrix, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “I just wanted to kill the rodent myself.”
Remus suddenly let out a howl of grief and aching pain as burns erupted across his body.
“NOO!” cried Harry. “Remus, fight it! Don’t leave me.”
“Harry,” whispered Remus in a weak voice. “It’s too late.”
“It’s not!” cried Harry fiercely.
“But remember what I said about having Lily’s love and James’s loyalty,” continued Remus, ignoring Harry’s statement, “Love, Harry. Don’t let your anger get in the way. Don’t do anything”” Harry never found out what not to do because Remus Lupin took his last dying breath. The last of the Marauders was gone.
“No! Come back!” sobbed Harry.
“Aww”did you wove him?” asked Bellatrix while watching the scene with amusement.
“SHUT-UP!” screamed Harry, shaking with anger.
“Naughty Potter needs to be taught some manners.” But before Bellatrix could “teach” Harry, the green eyed man had shouted, “CRUCIO!” Unlike the time in the Ministry of Magic, Bellatrix fell to the ground in agony. Harry felt satisfaction in the way Bellatrix twisted in distress. He wanted to hurt Bellatrix for causing him this much pain. He wanted to show her what pain actually felt like… Love, Harry. Don’t let your anger get in the way. Remus’s voice echoed in his mind, causing Harry to break off the curse. Bellatrix was up in an instant, hatred bellowing out in her every move.
“CRUCIO!” she screamed.
Harry dodged it and responded with a Stunner. The duel went on with every color of curses flying around the pair. Every time, Harry felt hatred flow through him, he envisioned his mother’s face and was able to recollect his calm.
Bellatrix was in frenzy. She was in a fury that the pain from the Unforgivable had caused; she wanted to kill the man in front of her. How dare he look so calm! As she was about to send the killing curse toward Harry, a dozen or more POPS resounded around her. Both Death Eaters and Order members had appeared to join the fight. Bellatrix was soon fighting a mixture of people while Harry was rushed off to the side by a distraught Tonks. Harry suddenly saw a flash of red hair running toward him and immediately put his arms around the girl, thankful Ginny was not hurt.
“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Harry suddenly asked in a panic, seeing her wide eyes as he hugged her close.
“He’s here Harry! He’s here!” cried Ginny.
“Where?” Harry asked softly, hugging Ginny tighter.
“By Zonko’s, but Harry, oh be careful. Promise me you’ll come back! Promise me, you’ll come back. I’ll die if”if you””Ginny burst into tears, holding Harry as tightly as he was holding her.
“I will, Ginny. I promise.” Harry whispered. He kissed her on the lips before breaking apart. With a glance at Bellatrix and a vow to finish off the woman who had taken so much from him, Harry Apparated to kill or be killed.
-Flashback Ends-
“See, I knew you remembered,” came the cruel voice of Bellatrix as Harry was lifted from his memory. “So, how’s that wife of yours?” she added with a sly smile.
“Stay away from her!” shouted Harry.
“I wouldn’t go near that blood-traitor. Besides, I already dealt with her. My barrier came into nice use, don’t you think? The Dark Lord taught me that spell himself,” taunted the heavily lidded woman.
“But Voldemort isn’t here to teach you anymore, is he? You do know that you never meant anything to that snake. You were his play thing; something to command”nothing more,” Harry shot back cockily.
“I have something that will wipe that smirk right off your face, Potter,” Bellatrix threatened, clasping her wand angrily.
“What your wand?” smirked Harry.
“No,” Bellatrix paused before smiling, “This!” Bellatrix suddenly reached to the ground besides her and picked something up, though it was invisible.
Harry glanced warily at Bellatrix’s arms as she responded, “It’s your cloak.”
Harry laughed before saying, “My invisibility cloak is supposed to scare me?”
“Don’t you wonder what’s under the cloak?” taunted Bellatrix. “Your cloak comes in handy more ways than you expect.”
“Yeah, it was always useful for a late night snack,” said Harry with a yawn, though his watchful eyes never left Bellatrix’s arm where the cloak apparently was.
“Stop with the sarcasm, Potter,” snapped Bellatrix.
“Why don’t you get on with it Lestrange,” shot Harry back.
“Your cloak is very useful when hiding someone.”
“Obviously; it is an invisibility cloak in case you haven’t noticed,” smiled Harry.
“We’ll see who is smiling after I’m done.” Bellatrix then, shifted the cloak to one arm, and with the other, pulled the silvery material off. A pair of green eyes that mirrored his father’s peered around at his surroundings
James Potter began to wave at his father while Bellatrix laughed triumphantly.
Harry’s heart leapt in fear and surprise when he saw his son’s smiling face. Harry’s mouth dropped open, and his wand hung limply by his side,
“I’m glad that smirk is gone,” Bellatrix said with a laugh.
“Let him go, Bellatrix,” Harry said in a deadly low voice.
“What’s it to you? Surely you don’t care for this boy,” said Bellatrix with a sly smile.
“I’ll do anything! Just let James go!” cried Harry in desperation as Bellatrix and the surrounding Death Eaters laughed.
“James, is it? Well, Potter, I am not ‘something to command’ as you put it nicely. So, I don’t think James will be freed anytime soon,” Bellatrix grinned.
Harry’s mind was spinning. His son was a captive of Bellatrix Lestrange. James was a captive of a madwoman, a murderer, his enemy. What was he to do? Harry nonchalantly raised his wand to aim at Bellatrix, but Bellatrix tsked at him, “Forgetting about something, are we? Any spell directed at me will meet your son.” She held James up in front of her like a shield.
Harry’s fear was choking him; his mind was blank. Desperation was blinding him as he tried to come up with a plan. He had no control over this situation, and time was ticking before Bellatrix did something extreme. Harry’s green eyes peered into his son’s, willing him to struggle or do anything that would help him. But James was perfectly content, smiling and giggling as if nothing in the world mattered.
“Dada!” gurgled James, making Harry’s heart break. Harry decided to keep Bellatrix distracted.
“What do you hope to accomplish by this, Bellatrix?” asked Harry, though all the while inching toward the pair.
“Oh, no you don’t, Potter! Don’t even try to distract me.” Bellatrix scolded. Harry inched ever closer. James started to squirm, seeing his father was not going to pick him up anytime soon. Harry saw his chance and lifted his wand to perform a spell, when Bellatrix laughed. The heavily lidded woman casually held her wand at James.
“Not another step, Potter, or my wand may accidentally slip.” Harry stopped, defeated, before Bellatrix continued, “I’m surprised at you Potter. You never asked how I happened to obtain James.” Bellatrix paused and added, “And who I had to kill.”
“What did you do to Mrs. Weasley?” yelled Harry. He had forgotten all about James being in Mrs. Weasley’s care, but new found fear for his only mother-like figure wound its way into his body.
“Just a simple curse or two, and a flash of green light helped,” Bellatrix said with a laugh.
Harry stared in horror. The only person who had ever been like a mother to him was dead and it was all because of him. I’ll guard them with my life. Mrs. Weasley’s words echoed through him, haunting him. Harry clenched his wand, anger unfurling through him. How he hated this woman! As if sensing his fury, Bellatrix shouted,
“CRUCIO!” Too preoccupied with his anger, Harry was caught in white-hot, blinding pain. He suppressed the urge to scream, not wanting to scare James. But as quick as it came, it was over. He raised his wand to attack with the same curse, but hesitated at the sight of his son’s face. His hesitation was all Bellatrix needed to shoot the curse again. This time, the curse went on for much longer, and Harry screamed, despite his reluctance. As the pain reached a new intensity, one he couldn’t handle, it was suddenly gone. Bellatrix laughed a cold laugh.
“Wittle Potter, his weakness, Love. How touching. Look at you, Potter…worthless, lonely, your son in my hands, and your wife inches from death. How pathetic,” Bellatrix hissed. “But being so merciful, I’ll leave you here instead of killing you. But just so you see me leave with your son. Crucio!” Harry was once again hit with pain, and both James’s crying and Harry’s screams filled the prison. After three more bouts of the curse, Bellatrix stopped completely as Harry lay there, stricken by pain. He couldn’t move; his entire body was on fire and shaking. The doors of Azkaban suddenly opened, and Death Eaters flanked out, leering at the shaking form of ‘The Chosen One’. Harry tried to stand but was swiftly kicked in the side.
As Bellatrix set to Disapparate, with the Death Eaters behind her, she glanced at the broken form of Harry Potter. Harry stared coldly into her eyes, trying to escape the pain, in order to help his only son.
“Don’t worry, Potter,” Bellatrix laughed, “I’ll make sure James is taken care of . Then with a wave of her hand, Bellatrix Disapparated with a now crying James in her arms, Death Eaters right behind her, and a pain-filled Harry left behind.
Harry groaned, trying to lift himself up and reach his wand where he had dropped it during his torture. He suddenly noticed two Death Eaters had stayed behind. He watched as one sped around the corner and as the other, Lucius Malfoy, walked swiftly up to him.
“You had a debt, Malfoy!” Harry managed to croak.
Lucius smirked before saying, “You didn’t save my life. You saved Draco’s. He has the debt, and after that little stunt he preformed at the last battle, I disowned him.”
Suddenly, Rodolphus Lestrange appeared, holding two wands.
“This is for everything,” smirked Rodolphus before pointing his wand towards Harry.
Harry saw the purple fire consume him and everything went black.