AN: Ask and ye shall receive...
They were losing badly when suddenly things began to change. She
appeared in the middle of the room, though no one really saw her entry... the first signs of her presence were the energy balls that began flinging themselves around the Great Hall, crisp frying any Death Eater they touched.
She stood there with her legs braced as her black-on-black hair rippled in an unfelt breeze. Her eyes were like drowning pools of darkness, absorbing all the light into their very depths. Dark veins trickled across her skin, appearing and disappearing with her heartbeat. She was glorious and terrible to behold, the obvious Darkness in her shining brightly.
"You will not hurt these children,
" she said in a voice that hissed with strange echoes and reverberations.
"Who the hell are you?" a mask muffled voice demanded. Snape couldn't help but to recognize it as his old "friend" Lucius Malfoy, newly broken out of Azkhaban.
"Call me Darth Rosenberg,
" she ordered, a hint of something like dark humor flashing across the surface of her voice. "And I'm not going to let you hurt these kids.
"You can't stop us, woman," Lucius growled, throwing a killing curse at her.
She didn't even flinch as it hit her flesh and was absorbed. She turned to look at him. "Fool, you think that something that pitiful is going to hurt me? Get real, loser man.
She raised her arms up over her head, her hair whipping around in an unfelt breeze, her eyes rolling upward with concentration. There was the sense of a gathering storm and lights flickered around her like flashes of lightning trapped in a very small jar--deadly dangerous and never to be touched.
Her arms snapped down suddenly, her entire attention focused on the Death Eaters before her. Bolts of pure energy shot out of her fingertips. One bolt from each finger, five bolts from each hand, ten bolts all together, and they all struck their targets, every last one of them. Ten Death Eaters fell dead to the ground as easy as that.
"All right... who else wants some?
" she demanded, her voice rising and turning gruff on the last part.
Some of the more cowardly of the Death Eaters made a break for the door, but there was no getting out. Voldemort had ordered the doors sealed when they had first broken in. It was supposed to keep their victims from escaping, but now they were the ones that couldn't get out.
Killing curses began flying at her from every direction, but she didn't even blink hard.
The years of fighting on the Hellmouth and afterward had taught her that while mercy wasn't only an aspect of the weak, it had a time and place. And she really didn't think it belonged here, not when a bunch of jerks were trying to kill a bunch of children. Which is why she didn't hesitate to go against them with full strength.
They deserved whatever they were about to get.
* * *
She couldn't really explain it, but somehow Willow Felt everything that was going on around her. She could feel the terror of the children as they faced the certainty of death. She could feel the despair of the teachers as they realized their students were going to die and there was nothing they could do to save them. And then there was the overriding evil of the masked men who were filled with hate and rage and the dark desire to cause pain and bathe in the "glory" of their victims' deaths.
Knowing what they all felt, Willow own natural outrage had grown to truly epic proportions.
Pain, terror, and the darkest emotions scraped from humanity's underbelly were all percolating in her brain only to burst out of her in a force of unstoppable destruction.
* * *
She was awesome in her fury. Beautiful and frightening, yet so desirous as to be a shadow of reality.
Watching her take the Death Eaters apart, Snape felt his heart beat faster. She was everything he had ever dreamed of in his darkest moments. Flame and fury with night-black hair whipping around her head as she threw the Death Eaters around the Great Hall with her will alone.
She didn't even use a wand. She just pointed her hand, and her victims screamed, the flesh ripped from their bones.
Even as Dark Magic flowed out from her in unstoppable waves, her face bore a rapturous expression. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and even though she filled him with fear, he couldn't help the desire that moved through him.
For his entire life he had moved through the world in the shadow, and now, here was the light, and she was glorious. And seeing her, more than anything, he wanted to burn