Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the series of books, or any of the characters, ext.. ext…
A/N: First thing I would like to say is, don't flame this fic because it is H/Hr! That just isn't polite. I respect the fact that you don't like the shipping, so if you don't like it, don't bother reading… and DON'T FLAME!
Also I'd like to just say that this fic was written before HBP came out… so Dumbledore is still alive, and stuff like that. Basically, this was written two years ago, (my first fic ever) and now I just thought it would be nice to post it on here. Since it was written so long ago, it won't be that good, but I still think it's decent and that it wouldn't hurt you to take a chance reading it.
So some background info: It is Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts and no one has heard of Voldemort since his fifth year. When Harry defeats Voldemort, will that be the end of all his problems? Read and find out! H/Hr
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Chapter 1As usual, Harry went down to breakfast with his friends Ron and Hermione. The Great Hall was packed and the ceiling was covered with clouds. The trio sat down when suddenly an owl swooped down in front of Hermione. She took the letter off of the owl and then read it to herself.
"Who is it from?" asked Harry.
"Oh, no one," replied Hermione.
Harry thought that this was really odd. Hermione was never too secretive, especially when someone sent her a letter.
The day passed on by with nothing too exciting. Actually, ever since his godfather's death, nothing exciting ever happened. The absence of word about Voldemort was strange. There weren't any abrupt uprising of killings anywhere. As Harry pondered this, he went up to his dorm to see if Ron was there.
When he went inside, there was no one there, so he decided to start his homework for Charms class, but a few minutes later, he heard someone in the common room, and decided to go take a look. At the top of the staircase Harry could see that Ron and Hermione were talking about something important, so he decided to not go downstairs, but to eavesdrop instead.
"So why did you want to meet me Ron?"
"I want to talk to you about something Hermione…"
"Well, what is so important that you needed to send me an owl?"
"Hermione… I wanted to let you know… that I… I… I really like you…"
"Ron, I…"
Right then, Harry's eyes widened as Ron started to kiss Hermione.
Everything in him just went berserk. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Through all of the years at Hogwarts, Harry never thought Ron could betray him in such an evil way. He couldn't stand it anymore. He was furious. Harry ran up the stairs and started looking for his firebolt. When he found it, he opened the window and flew out towards the Quidditch pitch. 'Nothing matters anymore. I don't have a need to live,' he thought. Harry sped downward, straight towards the ground. He was five feet above it, four, three, two, one, and when he was six inches from the ground; he turned upwards and away from his death.
Harry didn't know what made him stop. He was so set on ending his stupid life but yet something urged him not to. In mid air he viewed Hogwarts. These seven years here had been paradise for him. A few inches had separated him and his life here. Hogwarts had taught him how to fly and he would have used that to kill himself. Not wanting to think about it anymore, he flew to the pitch and when he was on the field, a building popped up out of nowhere. It was as if someone had placed a box there. There were no windows, but it was tall. He walked around it; the building drew him closer and closer until he finally found a door. It urged him to open it, and go in, and so he did, leaving his firebolt behind.
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Everything was dark and he could see nothing. Then out of nowhere, a spotlight came upon him and a voice he had heard before spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the event of the century! Here today we shall see a miraculous site! And now here is your host, me, The Dark Lord!"
Lights came up everywhere and there at the other side of the building was Voldemort himself. There was nothing in the building except for Voldemort and he, Harry. After two years, Voldemort had finally shown himself.
"Our guest today is Harry Potter. He will be given these options. There are two doors, and if you go out of either one, you will die. Your second option is to stay here until you die of hunger. Oh, but before I forget…"
At once Voldemort summoned Harry's wand. Now Harry was powerless. He was going to get what he wished for, for Harry to die.
"So ladies and gentlemen, today you will see the famous Harry Potter die! Yes Harry, I have finally out beaten you after all of these years! And with not that much work either!"
Voldemort's cruel laughter rang everywhere. Harry couldn't believe this. After all of those very organized tries in killing him, he was going to die because he walked through a door or out of hunger. Harry wouldn't let Voldemort do this. He wouldn't die here today, not after seventeen years of battling with Voldemort, not after what he did to his parents and Sirius. His day had finally come to vanquish the almighty Lord Voldemort.
"So Harry, let's discuss what I should do when you're dead. Hmm, let's think, I've been so busy with trying to kill you, what did I do before? Ah, yes, I will start killing again, but whom should I kill first? It should be someone who is dear to you of course, oh and a mudblood too would be all the better. Hmm, let's see. AH, YES! That little, filthy, good for nothing, mudblood friend of yours, what was her name?" asked Voldemort sarcastically.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HURT HERMIONE! YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.
"What's wrong Potter? What did I say? Wait a minute; this reminds me of a killing that happened a long time ago. OH, it was your bloody father, Potter! He said the same thing you did just now! I can remember it so clearly, 'YOU ARE NOT GOING TO HURT LILY! YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!' This is hilarious! The expression 'like father like son' wasn't true with me, but you make it so true, and most of all it's just so funny I could laugh!"
Voldemort's laughter rang out more than ever.
"Now, does what you said mean there is something you aren't telling me Potter? Come on, don't be shy," said Voldemort with that cruel grin of his. By now all of Harry's rage had become a volcanic explosion.
"Fine, you want me to say it? I WILL! I'll tell it to the whole world! I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER! HAPPY NOW?"
Harry wouldn't let Voldemort kill Hermione. She was everything to him and he wasn't going to be the reason she died. He would fight all the way until he died himself. There would be no more killings as Voldemort said. No, today was going to be the day Harry ended all of this. The prophecy had made it clear and somehow, he was going to kill Voldemort even if it meant killing himself along the way.
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Somewhere in the Ministry of Magic, on the ninth floor in the Department of Mysteries, a door burst open, a door that was never opened before, and out of it, streaks of gold and red sped out and towards the northern part of England.
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Hermione tore away from Ron. She had suddenly thought she heard someone calling her name, but didn't know where it came from. She knew that this was wrong. What was she thinking? She had mixed emotions about Ron before, but now she knew it was not what she wanted.
"I'm so sorry Ron, but I don't feel the same way about you," said Hermione and with that she ran out of the common room. She had to find Harry and fast. She had realized that it was his voice that said her name.
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Harry felt strange. He felt like he was getting stronger. While this was happening, Voldemort couldn't manage to keep his high-pitched laughter to himself. It was out of control and by now Harry was starting to get annoyed. Then out of nowhere one of the doors flew open and in came streaks of gold and red. They sped forward towards Harry and hit him straight in the heart. Suddenly, Voldemort stopped laughing and his wide grin faded away to become a little curl in his lip. Harry levitated and was now in mid air. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt this strong force in him and somehow he knew what it was. It was the force of love and with it he was going to kill Voldemort. The first thing he did was get his wand back along with Voldemort's. Then he took Voldemort's wand and held it in a tight grip to his heart.
"How in the world are you… what are you doing?" asked Voldemort in rage.
Voldemort's wand was burning in Harry's hand. Then after a short while there was a pile of ashes on the floor, which used to be Voldemort's wand. Voldemort's eyes bulged out in amazement. He didn't have a wand anymore; he couldn't do much to stop Harry. Even the charm on the doors was released but he wasn't about to tell Harry that. There was still some chance of Harry not going through the door.
"Tom, you are going to die today, I swear by the sword of Godric Gryffindor that you will, so get ready to mark this building as your grave," said Harry coolly.
Voldemort didn't know what to think of Harry or his threat. By now Voldemort was considering running for the door, but suddenly he couldn't move. He felt dreamy as if he could float. Harry was gliding beside the walls and a crimson mist fell on them as he flew by. He continued until the whole space was filled with love. His intention was for Voldemort to feel the one thing he hated the most and by the look on Voldemort's face, it was working.
Voldemort felt really good. In fact, he wanted to hug Harry. This feeling inside of him was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Though now that he thought about it, he started to feel a bit different. He started to become furious. That special feeling was starting to fade away. He couldn't have that feeling anymore. It was taken away from him and he couldn't stand it anymore. After a while, the fury became sorrow. Harry was glad to see that Voldemort was in pain just like when he had lost Sirius. Voldemort was now weeping uncontrollably. He couldn't stop no matter what he did.
"HARRY POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?" yelled Voldemort.
By now he was in a state of shock. His body couldn't keep up with all of the emotions. It had never happened to him and now that it did, his body was shutting down slowly from all the pain. He was dying and now Harry had won. Harry had kept his word and Hermione was going to be safe. By now, Harry had given up all of his strength meaning he couldn't hold his place in the air. Slowly, he fell onto the floor like a feather. He could finally live in peace without having to worry about Voldemort. He had little strength and he couldn't get up. His only hope for someone finding him was calling out. His eyelids began to close and he could barely lift his head. This was it, now or never.
"Hermione…" and with that his head dropped to the floor.
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Hermione had looked everywhere for him. She stood panting in the entrance hall. Harry was nowhere to be found in the castle. 'Why did he call my name? How could I have heard him if he's not in the castle at all?' she thought.
"Hermione…" she looked towards the main doors and knew where to go. She sped down the steps and out the doors, towards the Quidditch pitch.
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In his office, Professor Dumbledore had the growing feeling that something had happened outside of the castle. He went downstairs and bumped into Professor Snape.
"Oh, I am terribly sorry Professor," said Snape.
"No need to be sorry Serverus, but I do need your help," said Dumbledore.
Just as the sun was setting, there were two more shadows heading towards the Quidditch pitch.
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A/N: So that was Chapter 1. I hope you liked it; even though I know it wasn't that good. But I promise it will get better. I think the next time I'll update this will be next week. So until then! I'm glad you took the time to read this, and I hope you have a great day!
Oh, and there are probably some typos, and I'm sorry for that, but see I've been rushed and stuff, and I've been writing another fic, so I don't have that much time to spend on this one, so sorry in advance lol