Authors Note: It would help to have an understanding of the deaths talker series before attempting to read this story, however, not completely necessary

Authors Note: It would help to have an understanding of the deaths talker series before attempting to read this story, however, not completely necessary. I will try to do my best to make things understood. I don't own any of the characters, and yes, I'm not good with latain, so I made up some of the spells myself…sorry for the retarded names, haha.

Chapter I: The decision

"We've been waiting. And we aren't pleased with the results. This darkness has been counterbalanced by a light for so long. A good to it's evil. A yang to the yang. We will interfere now. We will make our presence known.

We only have a couple of things to figure out first. What about the seven parts of the soul. What about the one boy. How will we set them on equal footing? How will we set them so they, with their skill, will overcome their weakness and become hole? For years, decades, axons, millennia, we have not had to deal with this. We swore never to interfere, however, our creation, the humans, will be lost if we do not.

Tom is getting to powerful. He will start the chain of destruction. Harry is getting to brave, and resistant. He will unknowingly add to it. He will cause his loved ones to be too sheltered. He won't accept their help. His will is going to overcome him, and he will engage in a final dual that will end all. A curse meeting a curse so powerful that the earth will be obliterated. It will be downed, so easily."

The being closes its eyes, as if picturing something. A scene begins to take shape in its mind. A Sean of death and destruction, a scene of total chaos, violence, and sorrow.

Little Ginny is tied to a tree, blood running from her abused sex. Mixing with the snow, turning it a read. The moon makes it almost look pretty, the light reflecting off of it so softly, so effortlessly shining it's brilliance upon the red-eyed man facing her, thrusting into her, long and hard, loving her screams.

With a final groan, he leaves, and bends down, to lick the blood off of her. To "Clean her up," as he likes to put it. Lord Voldamort was in a rage. He knows his time is now or never. He had killed Ron, and had tortured Hermione to insanity.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasely were still laying under the draft of the living dead he had force-feed them only 3 hours before, before he had engaged in some cruel fetishes.

Running footsteps came behind him. He turned, to face his nemesis. The green-eyed boy, Harry. He raised his wand, and without any formalities, without any pretence, they began to dual.

Their wands slashed, making sparks fly. Almost as if the being of the earth was on fire, and breaking through the cracks. It could barely even keep up with its own foresight. It couldn't tell what happened.

The wands twitched and danced, green, yellow, red, blue and all sorts of colors flew out, hit their counterparts, and collided, setting off bomb-like explosions, cracking open the ground.

"You'll never defeat me Harry. You never will! I can't die!"

"You can today, Riddle. You will die at my hand. You've killed my best friend. Set my family to never wake again, and tortured two of the best girls I've ever met. You will die at my hand. Slow and painfull."

Ginny's Hyman blood was untouched. Almost as if it was a resemblance. A fuel to Harry.

"She's not dead yet Potter. But she has been taken and will bare my child, and be a reminder to her forever when I crown her as my lover when this is through."

Harry's eyes became bright with the kill lust, and Tom's became bright with the rage, the hatred, the power.

Thrusting his wand forward, Tom called out the ever famous killing curse. Only to have it be deflected off of a tree back at him. Harry retaliates with a reducto, blasting Tom off of his feet.

"What's wrong tom? Not getting your way? Not able to kill me?"

"It's over! Distructo!" Tom shouted, sending a nuclear firestorm towards the teenager.

"Engorge! Devissio!"

The now enlarged firestorm was busted into thousands of smaller, hotter, faster balls. One of which consumes the still whimpering Ginny, and that enrages Harry even more.

"What's wrong is, you killed your ownly love. How will you live now? Oh yeah. You won't!" Voldamort scramed. Still shooting curse after curse at the younger opponent.

Closing his eyes, Harry releases a beam of golden flame at Tom's stream of fire, colliding with it. The contrasting elements caused an immediate disintegration. And then?

It opened its eyes, and would have gasped if the collective espar mind could do so. In a sense, the espars were behind this. It was linked up to the true being, showing them the vision.

"You, my espars, to whom I have granted power, will help me think of a task. A set of trials. If one does not agree, the other still may. And the battle will be one-sided. You may use whatever manipulative tricks you can think of, my companions, to ask them to undergo these trials. Will you accept the task? Will you help us?"

"Yes. We will," the espar mind answered.

"Good. I will expect the assistance of all of you. The uber Espars included. Manipulate, trick, lie to, do whatever it takes. I have decided to end this now. I will do my own will. I will transport them into the beings that will settle this, and they will fight with me. So I can observe the end. So the earth will be safe. Here, on New Haden."

"We understand," The espars stated. "We will do what we can. They both will agree."

As it closed it's minds, the collective espar mind began to colaberate. The many participants to this grop, leaving their bodies in sleep, traveled to the undermind to decide the fate.

A blond girl was the first to take a seat on the bridge, overlooking the river. She smiled to herself, awaiting her companions. She alone, even though she had passed on, knew she could help the boy.

"Who will help Tom. Who will trick him?" She thought to herself.

"I will." Another woman's thoughts slammed into hers. Thoughts of Screaming death, of excitement of control. The thrill of being able to be brought back into use, and legally, with the support of even Dianna Vertue, was exciting to the Uber Espar called SScreaming Silence.

"Well Silence. I never thought you and I would be on friendly terms. Just do what you have to, and get out of here. I can't stand to see you anymore."

"At least I have a body, you dead and ungrateful freek."

With an effort, Dianna forced herself out've the undermind, and out of the espar collective.

A/N: Well? What do you think? I never claimed to be a good righter, so, I can understand if it sucks. I'm just doing it for my entertainment, and to see if writing is indeed a hobby of mine. My first fic, so, don't go too hard on me, people. Haha. Suggestions, reviews, and corrections are helpful. "This sucks," will be ignored. "I believe that you don't portray Harry's character accurately. He isn't as smartass, or isn't as stupid because of insert reasons here" will be greatly helpful to me.