Black Symphony (Faith/Flora Carrow/Hestia Carrow)
Right, I actually went and checked to be sure this time… Buffy the Vampire Slaye
r, Angel: the Series
, and all associated characters belong to Fran and Kaz Kuzui. And of course, Captain Fangirlhumper… err, J.K. Rowling owns the world the Harry Potter
series takes place in. Wish the characters were mine so I could do utterly retarded things to them and watch my bank account get steadily larger, but sadly not mine either. Not mine, don't sue, and so forth and so on.Summary:
"Time's almost up, Trixie. Is Hermione Granger really worth losing your sister and nephew over?"Joe's Note:
Contrary to what some of you might think, Flora
Carrow aren't OCs of mine. Granted they're movie-only members of the Harry Potter
universe, but they are canon characters. I use them occasionally, but it was when Lexi and I were talking about how she'll flesh them out for her upcoming project that I saw a way to use them alongside Faith as well. Enjoy.
"Stop or she dies!" Panting, Harry Potter peered around the edge of the sofa, eyes widening at the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange supporting an unconscious Hermione Granger with one arm as her other hand held a short silver knife to Hermione's throat. "Drop your wands. Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!" As he straightened up, his fingers curled around Bellatrix's wand, Harry looked over at where Ron stood rigid with Wormtail's wand in his hand. "I said drop them!"
Harry knew they had to leave, knew that Voldemort was coming… but how the hell were they going to resolve this situation? Four against two, including a werewolf and one of the most feared Death Eaters in the wizarding world. It was impossible, Harry knew, even before one factored in… he sucked in a breath as Bellatrix pressed the blade into Hermione's throat, beads of blood forming along the blade. "All right! We surrender!" He dropped Bellatrix's wand to the floor at his feet, Ron quickly following suit, and the two raised their hands to shoulder height.
"Good! Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!" Bellatrix wasn't exactly telling him anything he didn't know, Harry thought with a snort. His scar was on fire and he could feel Voldemort flying through the sky from far away, see a dark and stormy sea through the man's eyes, and knew somehow that he would soon be close enough to apparate to the manor. And now that they were disarmed, their chances of escape had dropped from 'slim' to 'none'. As Draco hurried back over to Bellatrix, carrying her wand and Wormtail's, the insane witch stalked back and forth as she eyed them. "Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight."
At her last word, there was a thunderous pop and a clump of black-clad figures appeared between the two groups. "Usually my policy is that as long as you're not scratching at me or humping my leg, we're five by five… but I'll make an exception for you." Harry sagged in relief at the familiar voice, watching as Faith Lehane took two steps forward before hefting an axe and letting it fly. It spun through the air once… twice… three times and then buried itself cleanly in Greyback's skull. Before the werewolf's corpse could hit the floor, Faith's escorts raced forward with perfect synchronicity, the Carrow sisters deftly disarming the Malfoys and herding them away from Bellatrix as they drew their wands from within their deep green robes. Within ten seconds of the trio's arrival, four against two had become one against three, with Flora pressing her wand to the side of Draco's head even as her twin Hestia held Narcissa hostage in an identical position. Reaching behind her back, Faith pulled out a significantly larger and nastier-looking knife as she turned to face Bellatrix. "Release the bookworm or your family tree gets trimmed."
Bellatrix's wild eyes bounced back and forth between her nephew and her sister before returning to Faith, and she let out a shrill cackle. "Save that threat for someone who doesn't know you, Slayer! We know why you're no better than the rest of the Order you serve. We know the rules you live by. All I have to do is give them one glimpse at a memory of you killing, and the Watcher's Council will hunt you to the ends of the earth… if I don't kill you first. No, I think I'll wait right here for the Dark Lord to arrive so I can give him Harry Potter, both his friends, the Slayer, and her traitorous whores all at once. And then I'll be rewarded beyond my wildest dre-"
"One problem with that theory, Trixie." Faith used the hilt of her dagger to point back over her shoulder at the captive Malfoys. "You see, my very lovely matching girlfriends there happen to be friends with the Dark Arts too. Not as good of friends as you, of course, but they know some nasty stuff. Including those 'Unforgivables' you love to throw around. And so yeah, you're right. I won't kill them… but I don't have to save them."
The tips of the Carrow twins' wands began to glow a sickly green and Harry's eyes went wide as he comprehended Faith's threat. He knew he couldn't kill; he hadn't managed to summon that sort of darkness from within himself even in the direst of situations. Draco couldn't. Faith was evidently constrained by rules that kept her from it even if she wanted to. But the Carrows were not only able, but willing. And so now, confronted by her own side's tactics for the first time, Bellatrix was obviously at a loss as to what to do. Or stalling, Harry realized, feeling Voldemort's glee as the distance between his current location and where he would disapparate from shrank. "Faith, he's almost here!"
Shooting him an assessing look, Faith eventually nodded before returning her attention to Bellatrix. "Time's almost up, Trixie. Is Hermione Granger really worth losing your sister and nephew over?"
Bellatrix shook her head vehemently. "You wouldn't."
And as Harry watched, the death of Draco and Narcissa Malfoy came not with the angry snarl or shout that so many Death Eaters employed, but a pair of low, monotone words spoken simultaneously by two mouths. "Avada Kedavra
." Green light erupted from identical wands, driving straight into the side of Draco and Narcissa's heads and making green light pour from their eyes and mouths for a brief moment before both crumpled bonelessly to the floor. Their task completed, Flora and Hestia moved to stand on opposite sides of Faith, facing down Bellatrix as a trio. "And now you lose everything."
As Bellatrix collapsed to the floor screaming under Flora's curse, Hestia neatly caught Hermione and spun on her heel, disapparating away from the manor. Tucking her knife back into the waistband of her pants, Faith nodded in the direction of the Malfoys' corpses as she moved to hug Flora from behind. "Take your pick of wands and get while the getting's good, kiddos." Still in shock at how abruptly their fortunes had reversed, it took Harry and Ron a few seconds to shake themselves from their stupor and race over to the fallen Malfoys. Ron scooped Wormtail's wand back up - a good choice, Harry realized, given that it was the sole wand that might recognize him as its master - while Harry himself reclaimed Bellatrix's wand… and Narcissa's for good measure. After all, both he and Hermione would need wands to continue the fight with…
Flora held the curse in place for a few more seconds before releasing Bellatrix, the insane witch collapsing limply to the floor as she cackled or sobbed or perhaps something halfway in between; Harry wasn't entirely sure nor did he care. Summoning Griphook - and the Sword of Gryffindor - to him, Harry watched Flora and Faith disapparate with a pop of their own before following suit. Arriving at Shell Cottage, Harry found himself standing on a pristine beach under a starry night sky… and then Faith was hurrying away from the arrival zone, dropping to her knees a few yards away as she vomited noisily. Flora and Hestia looked at each other with unmistakeable concern on their normally unreadable faces, and then they were talking over each other as Hestia shoved Hermione's unconscious form into Ron's arms, a thin slice across their friend's neck slowly oozing blood. "I don't know if that blade of Lestrange's was enchanted…"
"…but assume it is because it's her. Use vulnera sanentur
. You'll need to…"
"…repeat it three times to make sure the cut is fully healed. Then you can…"
"…wake her up. Or apply dittany to make sure there's no scar. Better yet…"
"…wake her up and let her apply the dittany so you two don't screw it up." Instructions delivered, the two of them rushed off to see to Faith, Flora rubbing the taller girl's back as Hestia held her hair back. Deciding that the best thing he could do was stay out of the way while Ron healed his girlfriend, Harry took a few steps to the side, putting a bit of distance between him and his friends as well as allowing him to eavesdrop on the trio of dark-haired girls. "…rescued Potter and his friends and managed to take out…"
Faith let out a derisive snort before clearing her throat and spitting noisily. "We took out a scared teenager who'd gotten in too deep and a rich MILF. Neither of them was a real threat to any of us. Greyback, yeah, but the Malfoys?" She shook her head before sighing. "I don't know if I can do that again. I'm tired of being the one who causes pain. Tired of having blood on my hands. I'm… tired."
This was a side of Faith that Harry had never seen before. Upon arriving a month or so before the start of his sixth year, the fiery American had become the Order's go-to girl for all things related to magical creatures, particularly Voldemort's werewolf and vampire allies. With the rapid-fire fall of Dumbledore, the Ministry, Hogwarts, and Moody, she'd risen to become the central figure in the militant arm of the Order's activities. She'd always been so quick with a joke or a sword or a boot to the face that Harry had never really stopped to think about the toll the changing war - the human element - might be taking on her.
Suddenly, sneaking around the country with his two best friends while living in a tent didn't seem like such a horrible life anymore…