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Maturity of Magic Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 19:26:13 +0000 UTCThe imprisoned Death Eaters were all taken care of, Bellatrix was in their custody, and everything so far had gone according to plan. All that was left to do was leave the prison and reach the edge of the island’s wards, and from there they could all portkey back to Grimmauld Place.
It was only once they were about to leave that Amelia appeared, hurrying towards them from the stairwell with a panicked look on her face.
“Amelia? What’s going on?”
“The wards have been breached, directly above the prison!” The redhead said urgently, and he felt himself freeze. “I sent word to the Ministry to send backup, but it will be some time before more aurors arrive.”
The prison’s wards being breached could only mean one thing, being that intruders were attempting to break into the prison. And the only person Harry could think of who would do such a thing was Voldemort.
As if to coincide with his thoughts perfectly, an explosion suddenly erupted and they all ducked for cover. The walls of the prison, along with nearly the entire roof, was blown apart and ripped away. It exposed the uppermost part of the prison to the elements, leaving all of them outside and caught in the open.
Harry could now look up and see up into the dark clouds above the prison, filled with floating dementors along with black shapes that danced through the sky. Suddenly a group of those dark shapes dashed downwards towards the prison, and they landed to reveal Voldemort, along with several of his Death Eaters.
“Potter…” Voldemort’s eyes were on him, glaring with hatred. “What are you doing here?”
Harry equipped his wand as everyone around him readied to defend themselves. They all knew there was a chance that Voldemort could show up during their operation, and it seemed that their worst fears had been realized.
“The same thing as you, I suppose.” Harry answered calmly. “But rather, instead of freeing your followers, I decided to kill them instead.”
The Dark Lord’s destructive entrance had blown apart a good chunk of the nearby cells, and a look from Voldemort confirmed that his men were, in fact, dead. It only seemed to make the man more angry, and Harry could see his red eyes blaze in fury.
“It’s over, Voldemort.” Harry boasted, even though he knew goading the Dark Lord was a bad idea. “All of your most loyal followers are dead.”
He expected Voldemort to begin throwing killing curses then and there, or even to begin issuing threats and maybe even try and torture him. But instead the Dark Lord gained a look of calmness, as if losing his followers didn’t bother him in the slightest.
“Dead? No. You are mistaken, Potter.” Voldemort slowly began to circle him, studying him as if looking for weakness. “I can simply stomp my feet and get new followers, as losing them doesn’t bother me in the least. You see, I suppose that I ought to teach you a lesson about Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter. Even in death, my Death Eaters still serve.”
The Dark Lord rose off the ground then, floating effortlessly into the air through unassisted flight. He spread out his arms, and his eyes changed from red to pure black. He opened his mouth and began to speak, doing so in a bizarre language Harry had never heard before.
Suddenly, unearthly growls and screams came from the prison all around them, and the dead bodies of Voldemort’s Death Eaters came back to life.
“He turned them into inferi!” Julia seemed to recognize what was happening. “You need to use fire to get rid of them!”
“I suppose today is the day I kill you, Harry Potter.” Voldemort said, as everyone around his began fighting. The Dark Lord’s wand suddenly lashed out, and Harry’s eyes widened. “Avada Kedavra!”
He leapt to the side and raised his own wand to retaliate, only to have to shield instead. A flurry of spells splashed against his conjured barrier before he could blink, and a particularly dark curse shattered it completely.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Harry Potter!” Voldemort taunted him. “Crucio!”
Harry spun around the unforgivable, and sent his own spells at the Dark Lord. “Diffindo! Confringo! Reducto!”
His first spell created three blades that Voldemort barely sidestepped in time before one of them ripped part of his cloak. Harry’s next spell was shielded by the Dark Lord, but his last spell managed to destroy the shield.
Voldemort stumbled back and hissed in fury. He moved his wand and levitated a nearby chunk of stone before sending it hurtling his way.
“Expulso!” Harry chanted, blasting the large stone into a thousand pieces before transfiguring many of them into spikes. He then launched all of them back at Voldemort, who tried to deflect his attack to the side with banishing charm.
It worked, for the most part, except that one of his transfigured spikes got through and nicked Voldemort across the cheek. It drew a line of blood that ran down his face, and Harry felt a deep sense of satisfaction from the partial victory.
Voldemort briefly held a hand to his cheek, and held it out to look at the blood on his hand before glaring back at Harry. He then opened his mouth and spoke that strange, dark language from before, and suddenly a new horde of inferi descended upon him.
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Her conjured whip made of flame cracked once again, and another inferi was blown apart and incinerated to pieces. Behind her, Julia Zabini could hear the others in their group chanting all kinds of fire-based spells in an effort to destroy the undead.
It was a demonstration of the power that Lord Voldemort possessed that he was able to create and command so many inferius so easily. Reanimating the dead was no simple task, but doing so with a number this numerous was a grand feat.
Julia knew quite a bit about the Dark Arts, having delved somewhat into Necromancy herself. She might have spent most of her career learning about beautification, seduction, and assassination-related magic, but that didn’t mean she was a neophyte when it came to the more obscure fields of dark magic. It was how she was the first to be able to recognize what Voldemort was doing, and act accordingly.
Another inferi charged at her then, breaking her out of her thoughts. The reanimated corpse wore ragged prisoner robes, and Julia could recognize it as the dead form of Alecto Carrow.
It was hard to tell the Carrow twins apart, both of them ugly from centuries of inbreeding. The female Carrow twin, Alecto, almost looked more masculine than her brother. And as her reanimated corpse charged towards her, Julia couldn’t help but think that the woman looked just as ugly after death as she did during life.
She slashed her wand down, bringing down her fire whip and snapping the inferi in half. The two pieces of Alecto Carrow then burned from the whip’s flames, and Julia turned to see Andromeda Tonks headed towards her.
“Be on your guard.” Andromeda said warily, eyeing their surroundings. “The Death Eaters are letting us get distracted by the inferi before they attack.”
She nodded and began looking around, seeing Harry and Voldemort going toe to toe from a good distance away. She looked to another part of the prison to see Narcissa and Amelia Bones fighting in tandem as a group of Inferi attacked them while Death Eaters showered the duo with spells.
Suddenly, a Death Eater went sailing out of a nearby doorway before landing roughly against a half-destroyed wall. The masked man groaned and managed to get back up, before jumping away just in time to avoid two pink curses.
“I know it’s you behind that mask, Selwyn!” Sirius Black yelled as he ran out from the same doorway he sent the Death Eater through, chasing after him. “Don’t you run away from me, you cunt!”
“He seems to have that one dealt with.” Julia remarked with some amusement.
“Indeed.” Andromeda agreed.
Most of the Death Eaters and inferi were dealt with at this point, leaving only Harry and Voldemort’s duel. Their entire group had all left Julia’s Lord to deal with Voldemort alone, and luckily Harry seemed to be holding his old.
She bit her lip and felt her thick thighs rub together as Harry effortlessly sidestepped two unforgivable curses, all while moving his wand to quickly cycle through different spell chains. All of which sent Voldemort on the defensive, and she could see that the Dark Lord was getting frustrated with how he had underestimated Harry.
It went to show that she had been right to give Harry Potter her loyalty, and Julia Zabini could only imagine how much stronger he would get in the future if he was managing to hold his own against the Dark Lord now. She licked her lips as one of Harry’s curses smashed through Voldemort’s defense and impacted his shoulder, causing the pale wizard to holler in pain.
It left his wand arm injured, and Julia knew that Harry would have an easier time defeating him now. But that was when the Dark Lord lunged forward, using a strange spell to animate his robes. His cloak moved like tentacles, and he slapped Harry aside harshly, sending her lover to the ground violently and causing him to lose hold of his wand. Julia felt her stomach drop as her eyes widened in horror, getting ready to enter the fight and save him. But it was Narcissa who moved first.
“Harry!” Narcissa moved in front of his form, and not a moment too late.
A cutting curse that was meant for him hit Narcissa instead, cutting off blonde’s arm at the elbow.
“CISSY!” Andromeda screamed in horror, moving forward with Julia not too far behind her.
Yet it was Harry who reached Narcissa first, his wand in hand as Voldemort’s evil laughter filled the background. He moved himself in front of her and pointed his wand at the Dark Lord, right as Voldemort cast his own curse.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“Expelliarmus!”
A beam of green met one of bright red light, and all of them were sent reeling back. A shield of light formed where Harry’s and Voldemort’s spells collided, enveloping both of their forms as their magic pressed against one another. But it wasn’t just them who was affected by the strange magic, as the very prison was beginning to shake and fall apart all around them.
“My Lord!” “Harry!” “Potter!” Various cries rang out, and her master spoke to them through gritted teeth.
“Get out of here!” Harry managed to grit out as he fought the Dark Lord. “I’ll be fine! And get Cissy out of here!”
That didn’t stop Sirius Black from trying to interrupt their duel, as he tried to penetrate the strange magical barrier to no avail. Julia could tell Harry was winning, based on how he was pushing the point where their spells collided towards Voldemort. It was almost like a strange, reverse game of tug-of-war, where one side had to press their magic against the other.
As that way happening, Andromeda moved to grab Narcissa, and then levitated Bellatrix’s unconscious form. The three Black sisters then headed to the stairway that would lead them out of the prison. The rest of the group wasn’t far behind, realizing they would be of no use while Harry fought Voldemort inside the strange bubble.
The prison was crumbling, the dementors were waiting to strike, and hopefully the aurors would show up soon. It was the perfect opportunity to flee, as Nymphadora Tonks practically began dragging Sirius out, while Julia found herself alone as she watched Harry and Voldemort duel. It was hard to believe that so many people refused to believe Harry Potter’s warnings about the Dark Lord’s return, especially with Azkaban in shambles all around them.
But she knew the Ministry would still deny Voldemort’s return. Fudge had proven how persistent he was on that front, and Julia was almost tempted to seduce and use the imperius curse on the man. She still remembered their bitter failure in dealing with Umbridge, and sooner or later they would have to take serious action.
Action needs to be taken now. Voldemort would know about their secret group after this encounter, and simply eliminating his imprisoned Death Eaters wouldn’t be enough. They would actually need to prove the Dark Lord was back in order to call this mission a success, and Julia Zabini had the perfect way to prove it.
She reached into her expanded handbag, sorting through it and pulling out a camera. It was a useful item to have for blackmail, but it would serve a different purpose this time around. She pointed it at Harry and Voldemort’s duel before snapping a photo.
It seems Rita would have some work to do after this.
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“Quit whining, Cissy.” Andromeda scolded her younger sister as they made their way to the edge of the island. “You sound like a child, it’s only a missing arm. You’ll get it reattached soon.”
She knew she should have been nicer, especially since Narcissa was suffering blood loss from the partly-missing limb. Luckily, the woman’s arm was in her grasp, and would easily be reattached once they reached the safety of Grimmauld Place.
“Hopefully there’s no scar.” Narcissa slurred. “Harry’s women don’t deserve scars.”
It was just her luck that she was left to drag both a delirious Narcissa, and an unconscious Bella to safety. All while the rest of their group was left to deal with Harry Potter’s nonsense, along with a horde of dementors that would probably attack them soon.
She eventually reached the edge of the island where the wards ended, and Andromeda awkwardly got all of them into position to use the portkey. Once activated, it delivered them back to the living room of the townhouse, leaving Bellatrix’s limp body laying on the floor. Meanwhile Narcissa fell into a nearby chair, allowing Andromeda to lean next to her and begin the process of reattaching her arm.
“It’s a clean cut, so everything should heal and be back to normal in the next day or so.” She said after examining the wound, lining up the woman’s severed appendage and beginning to cast the spells to reattach it.
“Mmm. You’re a good sister.” Narcissa slurred. “I’m sorry that I treated you so horribly.”
“We’ve gone over this before.” Her sister’s words made Andromeda pause, a warm feeling of happiness filling her. “Still, thank you.”
“Hard to believe you’re satisfied with that mudblood.” Narcissa continued speaking, even as the flesh of her arm began growing back together. “Does he even satisfy you?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Andromeda frowned.
“Harry satisfies me.” Narcissa smiled. “More that you would ever know. I love how he pounds me with his big cock, the way he pulls my hair and slaps my arse... I even had him fuck me in front of Lucius just to show how much of a man he is.”
She nearly stumbled at that, finding it odd how this conversation has devolved into her sister bragging about her sex life. And yet Andromeda can’t help but listen, enthralled by Narcissa’s tales of being with a younger, virile wizard.
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Voldemort stood directly across from him with a furious expression of concentration on his face, one that Harry mirrored. Their spells were still evenly matched, their wands locked together, as Harry did his best to push the glowing collision point towards Voldemort.
His mind was a wreck, with thoughts of Narcissa’s injury making him feel even worse. The man in front of him had taken so much from Harry, and no matter how hard he tried, it felt like his life would only only get worse with him around.
He thought of how far he came. He pictured his family, of Daphne, Amelia, Narcissa, and Julia. He thought of all the great times he had with them, and how he wanted to protect all of them from Voldemort. I can’t lose them!
He yelled as he pushed hard, harder than ever before as the the light moved towards Voldemort. He could see the panicked look on the Dark Lord’s face as the collision point neared him, and Harry gave one last push before the light reached Voldemort and exploded his wand.
The Dark Lord looked down at his destroyed wand and scorched hand in shock. He looked up at Harry as if seeing him for the first time, before his face scrunched up in fury.
It was then that Voldemort’s robe once again became animated, lashing out at Harry as if it was made of tentacles. He managed to shield and banish parts of the cloth that came too close, but that was when he felt the chill of incoming dementors. A glance up confirmed they were coming, and Harry decided then that it was time for him to make his escape.
He turned sprinted to the edge of the prison, all the way to the destroyed walls that provided a view out into the sea. It was a big drop from the top of Azkaban, and without hesitation, Harry reached the ledge and jumped.
His hand moved into his pocket as he fell, and he pulled out the fleur-de-lis portkey that Fleur had made for him earlier. It would take him back to Grimmauld Place, and Harry channeled his magic into it and activated it.
The last thing he heard was Voldemort’s yell of anger along with the presence of dementors, but by then he could feel himself spinning, the nauseating experience of magical travel taking hold as he was transported to his destination. However, he didn’t arrive at Grimmauld Place, nor anywhere in London for that matter.
Instead he landed in the grounds of an immaculately landscaped magical home. A massive French Chateau loomed before him, its design and construction demonstrating just how wealthy its owner was.
Harry’s eyes then drifted slowly down to his portkey, the one given to him by Fleur Delacour.
A/N:
Harry x Apolline is coming up next!
Comments
Elias
Fleur is going to have some explaining to do as to why the port key took him to France instead of headquarters,
Erinnyes
Excellent work! Wonderful fight scene that was descriptive and tense without dragging on, some fun interactions between the Black sisters, and an excellent ending.
