Chapter 17
He stared down from his perch on the roof of a shop. He watched the Order and Death Eater stare each other down. Voldemort's face twisted into a sneer. He turned to his Death Eater.
“Who was it?! Who is the traitor!?” No Death Eaters came forward.
“When I find you I will kill you myself!” Voldemort turned back to the Order looking significantly more pissed off than before.
“What’s the matter, Voldemort? Not able to control your own minions.” Sirius’ said with a cocky voice wand in hand. He wished Sirius hadn’t said anything. Voldemort was not someone you wanted to anger. Though that made him a bit of a hypocrite.
Voldemort lifted his wand pointing right at Sirius, glaring before saying, “Avada Ked-” Voldemort’s spell was cut off by a scream as his arrow embedded into his wrist causing him to stumble a bit to the side and drop his wand. Everyone turned to where the arrow came from crouching down in a defensive position.
He stepped out of his shadowed hiding place and stared down at Voldemort. He heard gasps and exclaims of shock.
“What’s the matter Tom? Can’t handle a little arrow?” He tilted his head to the side grinning. Voldemort’s face filled with rage as he held his wrist.
“You!” Voldemort spat out.
“Me, surprise.” Voldemort picked his wand back up and pointed it at Regulus, “A muggle weapon would never kill me! I will never die by the hands of you!” Voldemort boasted, still believing he was immortal.
“Are you sure about that Tom? I wouldn’t be bragging so much.” Regulus’ grin turned to a smirk. He tossed down a backpack. Voldemort stared at it.
“Go on. Open it,” Regulus sounded smug, in that moment it made multiple Order members realize he sounded and looked like the spitting image of Sirius.
Voldemort used his wand, with the hand not having an arrow in it, to lift the bag and open it when he looked into his face filled with rage. The backpack dropped to the ground causing the destroyed horcruxes to fall out.
“What was it you were saying? You will never die? Well Tom, that doesn’t really apply anymore does it?” It was his turn to sound cocky.
Voldemort pointed his wand back at Regulus and yelled out “Avada Kedavra!”
“Kreacher!” He felt the house elf grab his hand and apparated them to a different roof just before the spell hit the roof. The roof he was on crumbled to the street. This seemed to break the air around everyone causing the Death Eater and they began to fire spells at the Order and the Order began to fight back.
In all the chaos it was hard to aim for Voldemort but he kept firing arrows and apparated to different roofs after. After he ran out of roofs he started firing from the ground.
He shot down Death Eaters who tried to attack him. Leaving a trail of blood and groaning bodies. He came face to face with Voldemort.
“Avada Kedavra!” The spell was sloppy and easy to dodge even without a wand. He seemed to stumble.
“Your arrows aren’t going to kill me!” Voldemort tried to fire his spell again but missed that one too.
“The arrows might not, but the poison will. You won’t make it out of this alive Tom,” Regulus lined up his last arrow.
“My name is not Tom! I am Lord Voldemort!” Voldemort held up his wand again.
“Your name is Tom Riddle.” He let the arrow fly.