Harry Potter: Another Chance

Chapter 408: Trapped

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Chapter 408: Trapped

"Move aside!" Bellatrix barked, pointing her wand at the seemingly empty space before her.

"Lady Bellatrix? What spell are you planning on us—"

Crabbe Senior's question was cut short.

"Fiendfyre!" Bellatrix cried, her face lighting up with glee. The destructive spell was her favorite, and she was ecstatic to still wield it even after becoming a vampire.

"No! You're going to destroy everything!" Wormtail squealed, scrambling away as fast as he could. Bellatrix had given them no warning before unleashing one of the most dangerous spells in existence.

"Aahhh!" Goyle cried, shielding himself as an oppressive heat engulfed the area.

From the tip of Bellatrix's wand, a massive, flaming crow emerged, its body composed of dark crimson flames. It loomed above her, crackling with raw destructive energy as she laughed maniacally.

"Tear it all down!" she shrieked. "Burn the traitors who dared defy my Master!"

The three men could only watch as the fiery bird screeched and flew toward the hidden boundaries of Potter Manor. It promised annihilation, its flames roaring hungrily.

But then something unexpected happened.

The Fiendfyre struck… and disappeared.

The blazing crow seemed to vanish into a void, its light and heat extinguished in an instant.

"What in Merlin's bloody balls just happened?!" Bellatrix snapped, staring at the empty space where her spell had faded into nonexistence.

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged nervous glances, completely at a loss for words.

Her yellow eyes turned to Wormtail, blazing with fury.

Wormtail trembled, knowing he had to say something....just anything, or risk becoming her next victim. "I-I… it could be the wards!" he stammered, his voice barely audible.

"The wards…" Bellatrix repeated, narrowing her eyes. It wasn't impossible. But she didn't know enough about protective enchantments to confirm it.

She cursed herself for not bringing Yaxley, one of their best experts in wards.

They had assumed Wormtail would lead them to the manor and that her power would be enough to tear through any defenses. Crabbe and Goyle had only been brought along for grunt work.

"Well then… let's try again," she declared, raising her wand. "There's no way those wards can withstand another Fiendfyre attack."

"Again?!" Wormtail exclaimed, taking a step back. "Perhaps we should return later with some proper ward breakers an—"He didn't get to finish.

In a blur of motion, Bellatrix was upon him, her cold hand wrapping around his throat. She lifted him effortlessly off the ground, her strength vastly surpassing his.

"Urgh!" Wormtail wheezed, kicking his legs in a futile attempt to break free.

"You think I'm going back to my Lord with a failed mission?!" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Me? Bellatrix Lestrange?!"

Failure was not an option. Not for her. She was Voldemort's right hand, his most loyal and capable follower. She would not return empty-handed, no matter the cost.

With a snarl, she flung Wormtail to the ground, just shy of unconsciousness.

"Stay there and watch!" she commanded. "And don't even think about suggesting retreat again."

Wormtail coughed violently, clutching his throat as Crabbe and Goyle helped him to his feet. No one dared to voice another complaint.

As Bellatrix prepared to unleash another Fiendfyre, Wormtail noticed something strange. His face was close to the ground, and amidst his coughing fits, he saw a black substance spreading beneath him.

At first, he thought it might be a snake, but it moved unnaturally, expanding rapidly like liquid shadow.

"Cough… Look! Look!" Wormtail croaked, his panic mounting.

His desperate cries caught the attention of Crabbe and Goyle, who glanced down to see the spreading blackness.

"What is that?" Crabbe muttered, his voice shaking.

The substance had grown alarmingly fast, now forming a large, ominous circle beneath them.

"Lady B-Bellatrix—" Crabbe began.

"Shut up! I'm focusing!" Bellatrix snapped, not bothering to look down.

"But—" Goyle stammered, his panic escalating.

By the time Bellatrix noticed the strange sensation at her feet, it was too late. The black substance had engulfed the entire area.

"What the—" Bellatrix began, but the next moment, darkness swallowed them all.

The grassy field was gone and was replaced by an eerie background.

"Where did the field go?" Goyle asked, his voice trembling. Not that he expected an answer.

But he got one.

"The field is exactly where it was before," said a calm, disembodied voice. "It is you four who have been moved away from it."

The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

"I can't see anything!" Crabble yelled in a panick voice.

"Ahh!, let me out!" Goyle exclaimed.

"Who's there?! Show yourself!" Bellatrix demanded, her yellow eyes scanning the pitch-black void. "Is it you, Potter?!"

"J-James is here?!" Wormtail cried. This would be the last person he wanted to see right now.

There was a silent pause after that.

"You are partially correct," the voice replied smoothly. "I am a Potter. Although not the one you were thinking about."

Bellatrix's lips curled into a sneer, but before she could speak, the voice continued.

"But that is irrelevant. What matters is this: none of you are ever leaving this space."

The darkness shifted, and the four Death Eaters felt an oppressive weight pressing down on them. It was not just the lack of light...it was as though the space itself had turned against them.

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