The Last Horcrux/Graveyard/Fight

Outnumbered, possessing an unfamiliar body, and using a wand that belongs to neither of you, you need a way to level the odds. Rather than cursing a single opponent and enabling another to freely retailiate, you try to incapacitate as many of them as possible.

“Vermillious Tria!” You incant, and a volley of red sparks fly from the end of your wand, illuminating the graveyard and striking two of the men. A third dived for cover behind an ancient tombstone, but the forth fights back.

“Don’t hurt her! That’s my niece’s body!” Cries the woman, whom you are now sure is your aunt Bellatrix.

“Stupefy! Expelliarmus!” The man sneers his curses at you.

Your protego corpus charm resists and reverses the first of the curses, which in turn bounces of of your opponents shield, but the second causes your wand to fly from your hand and deadens all feeling in your right arm, such was the viciousness of hatred behind his intent.

“Well well well…” the man says, with mock empathy as he approaches you and stands over your prone body, “what do we have here?”

As they approach, some of them injured from your vermillious sparks, you see that there are actually three men and two women. Only the first man is close enough to make out though, and you don’t recognise him.

You glower at him and snarl “You fools! Isn’t it obvious who I am? I answer to no one!”

“You don’t want to get on the bad side of me girl.” The man replies coldly.

“Maybe we should listen to Bellatrix, she did say that…” the second woman says.

“Shut up Neeva,” the man interrupts, “this isn’t our Lord. This is some petty possessor come to rob the Lestranges. Tell me who you are girl, hurry now.”

As he speaks the tip of his wand begins to glow red hot, then white hot. You hear Bellatrix cry out and run toward you, but the other Death Eaters hold her back. In the light cast by the man’s wand you can see they are wearing black robs and masks, all except for the man, who has taken off his mask to reveal an ugly and sadistic face. He draws closer to you and points his wand toward your chest, protected only by your silk night dress.

“Now tell me,” he demands, icily, “or I will hurt you. Very badly.”

“I am the new owner of this girl,” you sneer back at him, “whose body I am currently occupying.”

The man laughs, “Oh, she looks young, but she’s got some bite. Have it your own way.”

He moves the white hot wand towards your face.

“Aaaaaggh!” The man screams in pain as Hastur, your snake familiar sinks his fangs into his ankle. You don’t hesitate to act.

“Accio wand!” You cry, and your wand snaps back into your hand in an instant.

“Avada Kedavra!” You roar, between gritted teeth, putting every ounce of your hatred into ending the fool. He screams in agony for a few seconds, and then dies, falling to the ground like a sack of shit.

The other Death Eaters seem to realise that a normal eleven year old girl would not even know the forbidden curse of death, and that even a possessor intent on robbing a pure blood wizard family wouldn’t simply murder with such hatred. They back off, lowering their wands, and three of them bow before you.

You retrieve your familiar from the ground, and he settles around your neck where he prefers to be. You hiss a word of thanks to him in parseltongue, and feel his smooth scales and the tickle of his tongue against your neck in response.

“I told you!” Cries Bellatrix, with glee rather than anger, “I told you he would come back! He shared this plan with me, many years ago! He told me!”

Bellatrix runs toward you and drops to her knees.

“My Lord!” She cries, practically weeping with joy, “you’re back! I am so happy that you are back!”

She starts to hug and kiss you all over your face, but you fend her away with the pointy end of your wand. She holds on to you, clearly desperate for your affection or approval.

“I am back,” you declare, “I have returned.”

What do you do next?

• Give Bellatrix some of the affection and approval she so dearly seeks
• Ask them who the fool was that tried to hurt you