A/N: This was originaly a short story by an author called Orion and I addopted it. If you want to check it out (which I strongly sugest you do) then it's called Short Shots: Harry Potter. It's great, he's great. This fic is adopted from his shor shot by the same name.
In conclusion, the charicters and places in the story aint mine. The idea isn't even by I just asked Orion and he said I could write a long version of 15.
Fifteen
The war that had ravaged the Wizarding world had been raging for seven years without any sign of relenting. And now it had come to this: a last desperate battle between an army of Deatheaters and those remaining loyal to Dumbledore and the Ministry. Countless wizards and witches fell defending their cause. Some of them shouted the name of their leader as they feel, others screamed. A small number fell silently, but the baulk of the dead wizarding community were dead before they fell, struck by the lethal Avada Kedavara.
All the time more wizards and witches fell, some of them worked for the ministry, some were Aurors but others were ordinary people who were either conscripted to the army or volunteered.
But all the time the leaders of both sides were nowhere to be seen.
They were, in fact, miles away at the ancient sight of Stonehenge.
"Put away your wand, Harry." Said Voldemort softly.
"Put away your wand, Voldemort." Replied Harry with enough of a magical boost to imply a subtle Imperius curse. Voldemort resisted, and for a second the balance of power was equal before it fell to Voldemort. His eyes glowed coldly with triumph.
"Put away your wand, Harry." He repeated the words melodiously.
Harry obeyed soundlessly.
Voldemort smiled a slow, sadistic smile. He knew he was in control, he always had. He wasn't going to underestimate him now. No, he had been underestimating the boy for twenty-three years.
He was a wizard now, he could see it in Harry's eyes.
"A duel perhaps, Harry? Between the leaders of the two sides."
Harry's face remained stony and resolute. "To avenge my people."
"So you are their leader?" Voldemort retaliated, not bothering to hide the hatred in his words.
"They follow me Voldemort," spat Harry moving forward with every word, "because they believe in me. You rule your people because they fear you."
Voldemort laughed softly "And I will win."
His opponent paused for a second before drawing his wand from within the folds of his robes.
Voldemort gripped his wand and approached Harry slowly.
And as night approached the world shook and the fate of humanity was sealed.
In all of Alexandra's eight years she had never seen anything so beautiful. The sun had set in a swirl of luminous colours. The pinks and oranges of the sun's light had mixed with the mauve of the lowest clouds. The horizon was streaked with scarlet.
"Red sky at night, sailors delight." Murmured her mother stepping outside into the cold autumn breeze.
"What's that mean mummy?"
The woman smiled, "I don't know. It's just a saying."
They turned back to the rapidly setting sun. Only minutes passed before the fiery sphere had dropped below the horizon.
The young girl was oblivious to her mothers apprehension as she went back to playing with her dog. And why should she? She had little grasp of time and only vaguely knew of twilight, and anything she did know was far from a scientific reasoning.
"Come inside now, Alex" said the girls mother anxiously.
Alex's delicate face looked crestfallen, "But-"
"Now." Replied her mother firmly as the ground shivered slightly beneath her feet.
The girl obeyed sulkily.
In conclusion, the charicters and places in the story aint mine. The idea isn't even by I just asked Orion and he said I could write a long version of 15.
Fifteen
The war that had ravaged the Wizarding world had been raging for seven years without any sign of relenting. And now it had come to this: a last desperate battle between an army of Deatheaters and those remaining loyal to Dumbledore and the Ministry. Countless wizards and witches fell defending their cause. Some of them shouted the name of their leader as they feel, others screamed. A small number fell silently, but the baulk of the dead wizarding community were dead before they fell, struck by the lethal Avada Kedavara.
All the time more wizards and witches fell, some of them worked for the ministry, some were Aurors but others were ordinary people who were either conscripted to the army or volunteered.
But all the time the leaders of both sides were nowhere to be seen.
They were, in fact, miles away at the ancient sight of Stonehenge.
"Put away your wand, Harry." Said Voldemort softly.
"Put away your wand, Voldemort." Replied Harry with enough of a magical boost to imply a subtle Imperius curse. Voldemort resisted, and for a second the balance of power was equal before it fell to Voldemort. His eyes glowed coldly with triumph.
"Put away your wand, Harry." He repeated the words melodiously.
Harry obeyed soundlessly.
Voldemort smiled a slow, sadistic smile. He knew he was in control, he always had. He wasn't going to underestimate him now. No, he had been underestimating the boy for twenty-three years.
He was a wizard now, he could see it in Harry's eyes.
"A duel perhaps, Harry? Between the leaders of the two sides."
Harry's face remained stony and resolute. "To avenge my people."
"So you are their leader?" Voldemort retaliated, not bothering to hide the hatred in his words.
"They follow me Voldemort," spat Harry moving forward with every word, "because they believe in me. You rule your people because they fear you."
Voldemort laughed softly "And I will win."
His opponent paused for a second before drawing his wand from within the folds of his robes.
Voldemort gripped his wand and approached Harry slowly.
And as night approached the world shook and the fate of humanity was sealed.
In all of Alexandra's eight years she had never seen anything so beautiful. The sun had set in a swirl of luminous colours. The pinks and oranges of the sun's light had mixed with the mauve of the lowest clouds. The horizon was streaked with scarlet.
"Red sky at night, sailors delight." Murmured her mother stepping outside into the cold autumn breeze.
"What's that mean mummy?"
The woman smiled, "I don't know. It's just a saying."
They turned back to the rapidly setting sun. Only minutes passed before the fiery sphere had dropped below the horizon.
The young girl was oblivious to her mothers apprehension as she went back to playing with her dog. And why should she? She had little grasp of time and only vaguely knew of twilight, and anything she did know was far from a scientific reasoning.
"Come inside now, Alex" said the girls mother anxiously.
Alex's delicate face looked crestfallen, "But-"
"Now." Replied her mother firmly as the ground shivered slightly beneath her feet.
The girl obeyed sulkily.