Disclaimer: I'M JK ROWLING! laughs maniacally
Joanne's lawyers rush in and shuffle copyright papers in front of Nessa's nose
cough cough Maybe not. After all, I'm never better at stories than Emily (diagonalleyist) or my sister anyway, so, tough luck.
This is actually a short story I wrote for a competition of HP fan fictions. I won, yes…but this is the newer version that I added more chapters and more tears! Or more likely to be the REVISED version after I posted this LAST YEAR and months of denial! Poor thing! Now it's kinda back in business, so sit back and relax…oh and prepare a box of Kleenex tissue if you think you're emotional (in my case only movies work on me…like LOTR: Return of the King)
If it's like an icing on the cake…put on some orchestrated music, something that's touching and powerful. You can try the Lord of the Rings soundtrack, Return of the King – 'Grey Havens'. Okay, don't stare at me if you don't have them, then try JoJo's 'Keep On Keepin' On'…and if you don't have this…gawk, forget it! On with the story!
- REALISATION -
CHAPTER ONE: BATTLE OF ETERNIA
Imagine your feelings when you've lost something precious, your treasure, your possession, your precious…how do you feel?
Simplify that you feel the great loss of what you treasure.
But how do you feel when you lost a friend…
Your best friend…
Your brother…
Someone you truly love as a family?
Harry Potter glared at Voldemort with every bottle of hatred, disgust, and the utmost desire in him to kill the person who murdered his parents frazzled inside him without pity, consumed by the greatest hatred towards the man who was once called Tom Marvolo Riddle.
A voice called to him inside his mind, blindly led him to a place where it all began: Godric's Hollow, the place he was born exactly eighteen years ago, at the time when the seventh month died.
Blood dripped down the side of his head spattering his robes and oozed down to the ground. His wand was gripped so tightly in his hand that his knuckles were white and his left arm wounded and bloody. Voldemort, unlike him, stood unharmed and was cackling loudly that it sent a shiver down Harry's spine.
"You think you can beat me, Potter? I'm the ultimate wizard and no one is capable of defeating me!" Voldemort sneered, and laughed in the mind of a devil.
"I'm not dead yet, Voldemort," Harry pointed out. "I can kill you for what you did seventeen years ago. My task is undone!" He raised his wand and pointed straight at Voldemort's eye. "I'll kill you no matter what! STUPEFY!"
Unfortunately, Voldemort had already avoided Harry's curse.
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort cursed. It struck Harry immediately and he yelled in pain. He felt his body crunching, twisting into a manner of a bent line as he was lifted of his feet to the air, prisoned in a sphere of blazing green light in excruciating suffering. And especially unbearable was the fact that his head was throbbing he felt it could burst anytime.
"Still think you're the hero of this duel, eh?" Voldemort said triumphantly, still pointing his wand at the black haired boy.
"No…" Harry managed to mutter in a struggling voice.
"What?"
"I WON'T LOSE TO YOU!"
Harry broke off the curse and fell to the ground with a loud slam; ignoring the pain swelling in him, he got up but swayed a little due to over-exerting pain. He could not depend on anything, neither strength nor intelligence, but only his murderous will in this dangerous crisis that placed him at the brink of death.
"I…I won't lose to you, Voldemort!" Harry repeated once again as he struggled to stay on his feet.
"If you wish, MEET YOUR DOOM!" Voldemort raised his wand once more and pointed at Harry. "Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of flashing green light blazed from his wand and it hit Harry, but he was far off prepared. While Voldemort was conjuring the words, he swiftly pulled out a mirror from his pocket. The green light struck the mirror, and in no hesitation it reversed back to Voldemort. The process was so quick, the next thing he knew, he saw his enemy fall to the ground defenselessly.
Harry Potter had conquered the Dark Lord, once the most feared wizard since the beginning of his existence.
Voldemort's wand suddenly spun wildly like a top, and a scarlet light shone from its tip. Many white, solid dense bodies of people appeared out of the wand's tip, one by one, floated away gently and vanished. Harry had guessed they were the innocent people murdered by Voldemort, for they had a mourning yet delighted smile on their faces, finally able to rest their troubled spirits into peace and the path they're going? Harry didn't solve that mystery.
Harry struggled to stay awake to witness every victim of Voldemort to be free, awaiting his parents, Cedric, but then his eyesight blurred. His head felt light, and the next thing he fell on the hard ground. He knew he had suffered so many years of pain, despair, obstacles and dangers to come so far to the end, and he finally succeeded.
He remembered Professor Lupin told him once, that before a person ended his or her life, their memories of the past would replay, and so did that happened. Harry viewed the unforgotten memories of the past: how he gone through ten years of misery with the Dursleys, when he got his Hogwarts letter, the meeting with Hagrid, enrolled to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where he was sorted into Gryffindor, where he found his first best friends in Ron and Hermione…
Then there was Voldemort when he first met him, and the second time of a young Tom Riddle. The Basilisk, finding out Sirius as his godfather, The Dementors and the great Patronus he conjured. There was his dad…the stag that offered protection as a part of the Patronus. Then came the Triwizard Tournament, the Order, DA...so many things happened in the past seven years, and he was glad he had fulfilled his wish, granted it with his own and even if he was fated to pass on, he can rest in peace, forever.
I will finally meet mum and dad and catch up with Sirius Black. Maybe I could even meet my grandparents.
For eternity of my afterlives, I will always have the fragments of my love, friendship, my teachers and mentors; all the tears I've spilled and blood I've wasted, all the pain I've gone through, will be lost forever, but in my heart I will have the only key to them…
"HARRY!"
With a tiny smile, his face revealed peace and enlightenment, glowing with glow of euphoria as he drifted to darkness, accepting his fate with all his heart. He would be remembered forever in tales and histories of the magical world, the tale of the Great War when the Boy Who Lived triumphed to bring safety back to the world.
A/N: Sorry for any mistakes or plain English, this is originally written two years ago when I was 12 and now I'm kinda having the lazy bug to carefully rearrange the storyline and the sentences (still having my writer's block!). Oh, please, please REVIEW! And when you're done, next chapter!