What if Harry Potter Killed Bellatrix Lestrange in The Order of The Phoenix?
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Voice Acting & Narration: Steven Waters @bobablackfly602
Writing: Myself, @khuz377 , @viktoriafilbert
What if Harry Killed Bellatrix After Sirius Black’s Death? Let’s explore the depths of it in the video.
Harry feels something shift...a door opening, a current reversing. His rage is still his own, enormous and raw, but the shape it takes is borrowed. A cold clarity settles over his mind like frost forming on glass. The focused intent. The absolute conviction that this person should not exist. These are not Harry's emotions. They are a mould pressed over his own, and his grief fills it perfectly. The two words leave his mouth like something that has been waiting there for years.
HARRY: "Avada Kedavra."
The green light is blinding. It crosses the distance between them in less than a heartbeat. Bellatrix's expression changes...from mockery to surprise to nothing at all. Her body hits the polished floor and does not move and does not move and does not move.
The Horcrux fragment surges. Not a stirring...a celebration. Harry feels it as a rush of warmth behind his eyes, a flooding sense of rightness, of completion, as if two puzzle pieces have finally been pressed together. For one terrible second, he cannot tell where his satisfaction ends and Voldemort's begins. They are the same feeling. They came from the same act. The collaboration was seamless.
Then the horror hits...all at once, like stepping off a cliff. Harry's knees buckle. He vomits on the polished floor next to Bellatrix's body. His wand clatters from his hand. He is shaking so hard his vision blurs.
He just cast an Unforgivable Curse. He just killed someone with the darkest spell in existence. And the worst part...the part he will spend the next two years trying to bury...is that for one second, it felt like coming home.
A burst of cold air. Voldemort apparates into existence near the fountain, tall and white and terrible, his red eyes scanning the room for the prophecy he came to collect. He finds it gone. He finds Bellatrix dead. He finds Harry on his knees beside the body.
VOLDEMORT (soft, almost tender): "There. You see? That wasn't so difficult."
HARRY: "Get out of my head!"
VOLDEMORT: "I'm not in your head, Harry. I was. For a moment. But the spell was yours. The power was yours. I merely opened the door. You walked through it."
HARRY: "You made me..."
VOLDEMORT: "I made you do nothing. I showed you what you're capable of. And you were magnificent. She died before she knew what happened. Clean. Efficient. Better than most Death Eaters manage on their first."
HARRY: "Shut up."
VOLDEMORT: "The guilt will pass. It always does, after the first time. The second is easier. The third is nothing at all. And then you'll wonder why you ever hesitated, and the hesitation itself will embarrass you, and you'll realise that mercy is just cowardice wearing a better coat."
Dumbledore arrives in a burst of phoenix fire. Fawkes shrieks once...a sound like a blade drawn across glass...and Voldemort rises. He , he expected his old headmaster to come.with the unhurried pace of a man who expected the interruption.
VOLDEMORT: "Dumbledore. You're late. You missed the boy's graduation."
DUMBLEDORE (quiet, dangerous): "Step away from him, Tom."
VOLDEMORT: "He cast the Killing Curse tonight, Dumbledore. Your golden boy. Your weapon. He heard my voice and he chose to listen. You can see it in his face. I can see it from here."
DUMBLEDORE: "I said step away."
VOLDEMORT: "You raised him so carefully. So gently. Groomed him for sacrifice, yes...I can smell it on your plans...but always with love. Always with the soft hand. And in the end, he reached for the green light all on his own. How does that feel, old man? To know your instrument has a crack in it?"
Dumbledore does not answer. His wand moves. The duel erupts...the two most powerful wizards alive, tearing the architecture apart around each other, spells that bend the laws of physics crashing against shields that shouldn't exist. Ministry officials stumble from fireplaces in their pyjamas and see the face they've spent a year insisting couldn't possibly exist. Cornelius Fudge drops his lime-green bowler hat. It rolls across the polished floor, and nobody picks it up.
During the possession attempt, Voldemort pushes into Harry's mind. The Horcrux fragment pulls him in...not resisting, welcoming, the two pieces of soul recognising each other like hands clasping in the dark.