Fan Fiction - Harry Potter Duel - Bellatrix Lestrange vs. Severus Snape

This work is - like the title suggests - fan fiction, and just fan fiction. It is in no way associated with J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Inc., Bloomsbury, Warner Bros Inc. or any person or company associated with J.K. Rowling.

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This one was written sometime ago, and when I started, I never really got around to finishing it. When I did finish it, I rushed it, so a lot of it is actually messed up. It isn't what I'd call a good piece - I give it a 3 out of 10. Do leave a comment at the end - however harsh, I don't mind.

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There she was, in an armchair, facing the grate. The room was getting dark; it was sunset, and she didn’t even bother to light the grate.

            She leaned back in the chair, her wand twirling in her hand, releasing red sparks every now and then. She was angry. And she was deep in thought. Had she lost everything? Her heavily lidded eyes opened and closed in frustration, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. What was next?

            Behind her, a figure appeared out of nothingness. It was cloaked heavily, even hooded, but not masked. But the hawthorn wand in her hand had cast all the charms around the house, and she knew when they had been defiled by Apparition. But she wasn’t scared; there wasn’t anybody on the face of the earth that could scare her at this moment. Raising her wand, she traced out a rectangle above her in thin air. The rectangle glowed for less than a moment, and then the air inside it began to solidify into a mirror. But before it was fully formed, she saw a wand flick in the mirror, and it returned to nothingness. In its place was a fiery rope, which twisted itself into words:

Turn to face me, won’t you?

Finally, she got up, and turned around gravely.

“You!” she shrieked. “Crucio!”

As skilled in Legillimency as he was, he didn’t expect her to attack so quickly. Just as she pronounced the curse, he waved his wand over himself. No, he would not shriek, nor moan in pain. He would not submit himself totally to her curse.

“Silenced yourself, have you?” she yelled at him. “You will scream, Severus, I will make you SCREAM!” She waved her wand at him, undoing his Silencing Charm, then screamed again, “Cru-“

“RRReddeliso!” Snape exclaimed, slashing his wand through the air. A jet of white light erupted from the point of his wand, and when it hit her, she froze, her lips in the middle of the Cruciatus curse, her wand pointing straight at him. Her eyes were wide open, and her hair and robes were caught in mid swing.

“You infuriate me, Bella,” said Snape, walking in circles around her. “When last did you hear me speak an incantation?” he asked, his lips barely moving. “Oh, I forgot, Madam Bellatrix Lestrange is now a statue.” Coming around to face her, he touched his wand to her lips, and they unfroze, allowing her to speak. The rest of her body was still bound by Snape’s jinx.

“So, how do you feel, Bella?” asked Snape, looking her straight in the eyes. “Do you not remember that it was I who taught you to work the Cruciatus curse properly, after you foolishly failed and gave away our position when we first attacked the McKinnons so many years ago?”

“Let me go, now!” shrieked Bellatrix.

“Make me,” said Snape, snorting. He moved to face her wand, also frozen in her hand. Your wand is pointing straight at me. Try the Imperius curse, won’t you?

 “And,” he said, looking straight into her eyes once more, “get the Avada Kedavra out of your mind. I taught you that also, remember, with the engorged spiders in that filthy little house of yours in Grimmauld Place. You would be unwise to try it against me. Proud and haughty as you are, your Occlumency is exceedingly mediocre. Poor Draco.

“And now, with the manners you were unfortunately not taught by your pure blood mania parents, we duel.”

With a tiny flick of his wand, he unfroze her. Without forethought, as her deliriousness had obviously gotten to her, she yelled, “Cruc-“

“Traneto!” exclaimed Snape forcibly. Bellatrix’s wand spun in her hand, refusing to cast the Cruciatus curse that she had commanded, then it shot out of her hand, to the ceiling. Snape moved it across the ceiling with his wand, taunting her, provoking her, enraging her.”

“What have you done? Let me have my wand, you blithering idiot! Complete coward! You know fully well that if I had my wand in my hand, you would be gone before you knew it!”

“Too bad you don’t have your wand, Bella. Winners, keepers, right?”

Flourishing his wand in a superior way, he flicked his wand at her – she shot towards the nearest pillar – and he yelled triumphantly, “Incarcerous!” and she was bound to the pillar, hair disheveled, wand doing cartwheels across the ceiling, blood trickling from her mouth.

Snape bowed, and, turning, he silently faded into nothingness, unaccompanied by the loud crack of ineptitude.

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