Have You Ever
By Miss Mysteria
Harry cleared his throat and all in the room turned to him. There was about seven hundred of them, all Order members and the remaining Ministry and all ready to follow him into battle. It was disconcerting, to say the least, but he could see Sirius, Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Neville in the corner, all smiling encouragingly at him. He took a deep breath in and straightened his shoulders.
"Before we jump into this, I...I just wanted to talk to you all about something. Something important, although it might not seem like it is important now, it will be in the future," He had their attention, he knew he did. Then again, he always had everybody's attention. He breathed deeply, swallowing his nerves at talking to the crowd and was about to speak again when Draco's voice cut across the silence.
"Come on, Potter. Merlin, there's a war to be won." Harry rolled his eyes at the laughs that echoed across the room but inclined his head towards his enemy-turned-friend and received a nod back.
"Of course, Draco, whatever you say," More laughs, he waited until they had died down and spoke again, "Life is extraordinary, as I am sure we all know. Especially with magic, it makes everything in life just that little bit more sweeter, easier, better. But...life is to be lived no matter what you are born as; wizard, muggle or creature. No one species is guaranteed another minute just because they are; life can be long or short, it all depends on how you want to live it. It's like forever, always changing. For any of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You can never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count, even during the hard times we are about to face. What you have to decide is how you want your life to be. If your life was ending today," Harry's voice cracked and the silence was staggering, "is this how you'd want to have spent it?" He took a breath and allowed his words to sink in before continuing, "Before we go, I would just like to offer some of the advice that...that a very special member of my family once gave to me, and if some of us...don't make it out today...survivors, please heed it," He avoided looking in Sirius' direction and went on, "Hold high expectations for yourself and accpetance of others. When frustrated, remember that we all do the best we can in the moment. Eat well, indulge in cravings, occaisionally, but view food as fuel more often. Sleep enough. Avoid alarm clocks when possible. Rise with the sun sometimes. Don't gossip or judge. Respect all beings. Support happiness and freedom. Be thankful for small moments. Take pride in work, no matter how routine. Invite criticism and use it to grow, but don't let it consume you. Cultivate the wise judgement of age, but stay young at heart. Maintain a steady and joyful connection to the world. Carve out time and space for reflection and nothingness. Acknowledge, then release fear." He gave a watery grin to them all, before wiping absently at his eyes. It was the sign of friendship and alliance that no one said anything in that moment and the only sound was the occasional sniff, "And finally, be open to love." A certain black-haired girl at the back of the room coloured slightly when a few heads turned to her and her friends elbowed her with small smiles. Harry smiled down at her, addressing her, but also the rest of the crowd when he spoke the next, quiet sentence, "Falling in love is like looking at the stars. If you pick one out of the billions and stare at it long enough, all the others will melt away," He looked away from her and wiped his eyes again, clearing his throat as he did so, "So, friends, family, people I have come to know over the past ten years, I want you to know that I love you all and...pray in my heart for a better future."
It was silent for a moment, but then the clapping started and applause rang out across the room as he stepped down off of the makeshift stage and made his way through the Order and Ministry members. They were all clapping him on the back and muttering words of comfort and of alligence. When he reached the corner that his friends were in, Neville stepped forward and called out over the noise, "Alright! Everybody knows their stations; lets get going!" Harry nodded once to his friend before shaking his hand and turning to the oldest member of the little group; Sirius Black.
After Dumbledore had died, Sirius had come out of hiding, walked straight into the Ministry and demanded an explanation and trial. Of course, with the backing of Harry Potter and Minerva McGonagall, he had been offered a trial and had been found innocent, obviously. A warrant was put out for Peter Pettigrew's capture - or death on site - and Sirius had been welcomed into the Ministry's Auror programme with open arms. It wasn't a month and a half before Sirius was an Auror Captain, and then another three months and he was Head Auror. Sixth months later, he was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and by then, Harry had quit his seventh year, along with Neville and Ron, and had joined up with the Aurors. Harry was immediately put in charge of his own team - with Neville and Ron in it - and once he had proven himself, he had been pushed up to Head Auror. That was where they were now.
Yes, Sirius had a higher position in the Ministry than he did, but in his will, Dumbledore had left Harry the Sword of Gryffindor, the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the 'deeds' to Head the Order of the Phoenix. He was very surprised when he had seen the other Order members signatures on the magical contract, and had signed quickly. That meant that Harry was the official leader of the light, and now the final battle was about to occur, he was in charge, with Neville as his second.
Sirius placed a strong hand on his Godson's shoulder and sighed deeply, "You ready for this, Shadow?"
Harry sighed and leant into the hand, "No. But I don't think I ever will be."
"Me neither." Sirius smiled gently," That was a good speech."
Harry coughed as he hung his head, "Yeah. Moony...he was always the best at advice."
Sirius nodded, clapped Harry's shoulder twice and looked over his shoulder to see the last of the army leave the Grimmuald Place. All that were left were Sirius, Harry, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Theo, Blaise and Daphne. Harry smiled at them all and they all smiled back. Over the last few years, they had all become something of a family, fighting against Death Eaters and oppressors was something that brought them all together, no matter the background you came from.
"You ready for this?" He asked a little warily. If any of them denied being able to take part, he wasn't sure that he would be able to fight.
Ron snorted and ignored Hermione's elbow into his stomach, "Mate, me and 'Mione have been with you since the train, First Year. There's no way you're winning this thing without us."
Neville nodded, "And me."
Theo, Blaise and Ginny all nodded their agreement and Sirius swung his left arm around his shoulders in a show of support. With a deep breath, Harry turned to last member of their group; Daphne Greengrass. They had met when Harry had joined up with the Aurors; he hadn't realised back in school that the Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass had always been neutral, which meant that they didn't support Voldemort, nor did they Dumbledore, or Harry once Dumbledore had died. They had started speaking, became friends...and then more. But he could never manage to get serious with her, if she got hurt because of his stupid actions, he would kill himself and spare Voldemort the trouble. He really did love her, and no amount of teasing by his mates, or threats from Voldemort could push her away completely.
When she smiled at him, the tension eased in his chest and the rest of the world faded away. He reached his hand out to her and she stepped into his hug immediately, Sirius dropping his arm somewhere along the way. He breathed in her scent and tucked his head in so that it rested against her forehead and he smiled dopily at her, hands locked behind her back and hers behind his neck, "I love you so much."
"And I you." she whispered, pressing her lips to his softly. He tried to not think that it could be the last time that happened.
Daphne pulled away lightly and Harry had to fight the voice in his head that screamed at him to latch onto her and just apparate them to Antarctica where they could be safe, raise a family and have an actual life. A life like the one he had just asked the survivors of the Final Battle to have.
Harry sighed deeply, looking at each one of his...well...family. He nodded, more to himself than anyone else, and looked towards the door.
"Let's go win this thing."
Harry grinned with satisfaction as he came out of a forward roll, ten feet in front of Macnair. He quickly leapt up and dodged the green light that the Death Eater sent his way; raising his wand in a sharp upward thrust, he yelled, "Naturam Expllas!" Instantly a thick mass of fleshy vines burst around the startled man, sweeping him in a tight grip that prevented any movement. With a yelp, Macnair found himself shooting into the air as the vines connected with the roof of a nearby house in ruin, leaving him swaying and dangling above the fight.
"Nice one, Potter!" called out Draco as he sped pass, duelling furiously with a masked Death Eater who had the same coloured white hair as the man he was fighting. Harry nodded to him in thanks and quickly ducked to one side, conjuring a small stone wall to act as temporary cover from the quick-fire curses being sent his way. He caught his breath back as the concrete he was hiding behind began shuddering from the spell impacts.
"Fuck sake." Harry swore. He poked his head over the cover to take a look, only to pull back in time to avoid a series of nasty-looking hexes that flew overhead. The constant drumming of spells against his cover and the sound of crumbling rock told him that he was well and truly pinned down - and that his conjured cover wasn't going to last long. From the sounds of it, they wouldn't get tired of shooting at him anytime soon and everyone else was already occupied with their own problems; but, at the very least, Harry figured that some of the Death Eaters had to be smart and that he would be on the receiving end of a flanking attack right about...now.
"Stupefy!" he roared as he threw himself to the side. The blasting hex tore a fist size chunk of concrete out of the block he had been hiding behind, but his return stunner had hit the shooter square in the chest, causing him to crumple to the ground. Harry rolled to his feet, adrenaline pumping through him. His eyes darted across the road, as he hastily put up a sheild charm that prevented the spells from hitting him momentarily whilst he figured out his next move. He hesitated a brief second to note that the incoming fire was coming from behidn a makeshift stone wall, not unlike the one he had conjured, then made a dash for the nearest available cover, throwing himself behind a set of wooden barrels that contained some kind of green liquid that he did not want to identify. He rolled to the side as the barrels began to explode under the withering barrage of fire.
"Bastards." he muttered to himself as he reached the last barrel. Hoping that the Death Eaters were still where he remembered them to be, he silently counted down as his cover was reduced to rubble.
The last barrel was splintered as a Reducto hit it and Harry threw himself into a forward roll, his wand flicking through the air as he went, firing back with a series of high-powered, painful hexes and curses. Not enough power to kill, but to maim and cause monumental pain? Yes. Ducking away from two Death Eaters who where running towards the fight that was occurring behind him between Draco and Lucius Malfoy, Harry took careful aim.
"Expelliarmus!" Almost instantly, the curse struck it's intended target. The spell hit Yaxley with such force, the Death Eater was knocked off of his feet and sent flying back a good ten-fifteen yards, his wand snatched from his hand.
Harry strode forward, descending on the winded Yaxley, who was now struggling to his hands and feet. He swiped his wand down through the air, "Ferris Solidificus Bindus!" Instantly two pairs of iron manacles grew from the ground, clamping down on Yaxley's wrists and ankles before he even knew that they were there.
He quickly turned, stunning a Death Eater who had tried to run to aid his ally in the duel between Ron, Blaise, Theo and four other Death Eaters; he was about to run to aid his friends when another duel nearby caught his atttention; Daphne and Sirius head-to-head against five other Death Eaters. Sure, they could handle it, he knew that, but out of everyone on the field, he cared most for them and could not allow anythignt to happen to either of them.
Ducking and weaving towards them, Harry avoided most of the curses flying about, save one or two which were deflected by a hastily drawn shield. As he reached the group, he saw Rowle jump up from where he had been pushed back by a knockback jinx and spot him. Before he could even raise his wand, however, he fired off a quick hex that had Rowle dropping to the floor, unconcious.
Harry was rushing towards Daphne and Sirius, his mind only occupying space for their saftey, when he was hit from behind with a tripping jinx. Damn him and his fucking luck.
He swore loudly when hsi face hit the ground, attracting Sirius' attention. His Godfather's eyes went to him immdiatley, but then they flicked over to whoever had cast the spell and his eyes widened with fear. Harry spun from his front onto his back, only to see Voldemort who had frozen where he stood, five metres in front of him, but his red eyes had found Harry's green, and he stared as Harry moved to get up, with nothing but the fire between them.
Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy who now standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.
"Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire of the burning buildings, "The Boy Who Lived."
Harry inclined his head as he fingered his wand, "Tom Riddle." Harry glanced around at the battlefield where duels were still taking place, the one behind him that included Sirius and Daphne seemed to have stopped, but he wasn't sure if that was because they had killed his family, or if it was because his family had got them. His eyes focussed back onto Voldemort, "Come here often?"
Voldemort didn't reply, not that Harry was expecting him to...he was snapped back to the present.
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes and raised his own wand. Just as Harry was about to call out a spell, that could possibly end it all, a loud, ear piercing scream erupted into his mind and Harry spun around, not caring that his back was now completely unprtected and facing an armed Voldemort.
His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw Daphne writhing on the floor, held under the cruciatus by a Death Eater not five yards away from Harry. He made up his mind and sprinted towards the Death Eater. He barged into him with his shoulder and the man dropped to the floor and lost his concentration on the spell. Harry pointed his wand at the back of the his head and muttered, "Stupefy," and the Death Eater crumpled.
Just as Harry was about to turn to see if Daphne was alright, his worry for her overlapping the events of the last few minutes, someone else called out to him. It was a desperate, chilling sound so frightening that it had his neck spinning to find the source.
And there he was. It was Sirius. But...Sirius was running towards him, screaming at him to move.
Harry ducked suddenly just as a ray of green light shot over his head. He turned quickly to face Voldemort.
Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing his wand:
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, the centre of their separation marked the point where the spells collided. It was just like last time, they wouldn't be able to kill each other with these wands; these brother wands. The connection was unexpectedly broken as Voldemort brought up his wand to shield from a killing curse Sirius had sent his way.
Harry and Sirius stood side by side; dodging, shielding and battling against Voldemort; Harry to protect Daphne, who was now unconscious, and Sirius to protect Harry from the monster they had both faced too many times to count in the last ten years that they had both been in the Auror office.
"Reducto!" Sirius cried out, but Voldemort batted it away easily and fired back, using Sirius' lack of shield to his advantage.
"Imperio." Voldemort hissed, and Sirius froze.
Harry's back stiffened, he kept up his shield that faced Voldemort, but he wouldn't be able to block both men out. He cleared his throat, "Sirius?" he questioned softly. A chill went down his spin as his Godfather's eyes met his own. It was there in his eyes: a distracted, powerless expression.
Sirius' wand raised stiffly; he was in there somewhere, Harry knew that, struggling for control. Harry moved towards him cautiously, aware of the man's wand pointed in his direction.
A blast of green light jumped from his wand, it tore through the empty air followed by a horrible, awful sound.
It was Sirius's scream that spun through the air, following in the wake of a spell that would destroy everything that mattered to him. His arm swung wide at the last moment, sending the curse far over Harry's shoulder, a burst of willpower allowing him to break through the curse that was shackling him. He dropped his hands to his knees, taking in air as if he had been drowning.
Harry watched the scene numbly. It had been terribly close. He looked around cautiously, his head tilting slowly as he examined the area. The noise from the fight with the Death Eaters was all around them; up and down the street. He could see his friends and allies all fighting diligently.
Voldemort stood rather still, a small smile playing across his face, although Harry could tell that he was surprised Sirius could break the Imperious curse.
"Accio, " Harry called quickly.
The summoning charm jerked Sirius to the left pulling him off his feet just as a bolt of green light flashed where he had been. The light had leaped from Voldemort's wand with only a slight twist of his wrist, the same motion one might use when swatting a fly.
"You never took rejection well," Harry replied casually. He tried to sound as glib and unconcerned but he knew his face was tinged with anger.
"No, I cant imagine that I ever have." Voldemort replied in the same tone.
The Dark Lord raised his wand, running his slender fingers down the yew wood, a smile playing on his lips. Harry copied him and Voldemorts smile grew.
"You are too confident, Potter," Voldemort said with a slightly mocking tone. "Fools always are. Have you learned the real secret yet, or are they still telling you bedtime stories about good and evil." He looked away for moment, speaking to the air around him, "There is only power. Which I have." He turned back as his hand gestured around the small village, eyes alight at the destruction. The Apothecary still smouldered nearby, the scent of smoke heavy in the air.
"Stupefy!"
Harry started as a red glowing light burst from under his elbow, shooting toward the Dark Lord. He turned his head slightly to see Sirius panting, with his wand raised. Harry tucked his arm in Sirius' to help him stand.
Voldemort batted the spell away like it was a fly, however, next, his wand moved rapidly, a silver dart shot from the tip like an arrow. Harry conjured a wooden shield on the spot; the blade struck the wood with enough force to sink thee inches into the shield, its tip visible and pointed at Sirius' head.
Sirius moved forward just as quickly, untucking his arm from Harry's, "Diffindo!"
Voldemort didn't even need to dodge, following up with two red spells that coursed through air, burning like sparklers and leaving shattered light in their wake. Harry wasn't familiar with the magic, but the light spiralling around the them both left him with a very bad feeling.
"Get down!" Harry dragged Sirius to the ground while creating a protective layer above them. The two spells met in mid-air, bursting into a flame so hot that even behind his protective shield, Harry began to sweat and Sirius joined his own shield with Harry's reinforcing it.
From their position on the ground Harry turned his head to face Sirius, "Are you OK?"
"Fighting against Voldemort," Sirius said, grinning. "And you're asking me if I'm OK?"
"Point there," Harry conceded.
Another spell burst from Voldemort's wand, striking the ground near Harry. The blast hit hard, sending pieces of the brick road through the air and firing shrapnel underneath the protective shield Harry had erected. Harry caught the worst of it, pieces of the sharp stone hitting his ear and tearing long cuts along the edges.
He clutched a hand to the side of his head for a moment, before hissing and pullng it away in pain. Sirius looked on, concerned, "Do you need me to heal it?"
Harry shook his head and pushed himself back into a crouching position, firing off a concussion hex and foot-tripping jinx; the blue and yellow spells shot so close together that for a moment it looked like a single green light. Voldemort would easily dodge them, or block them, but Harry used the distraction to summon a piece of debris that had probably once been apart of the Apothecary roof.
Harry rose to his feet, Sirius at his side, shielding from any surprise attacks that might come their way, and Harry began sweeping his wand downward motion; a faint yellow light sped from his wand, hardly noticeable on the sunny day. But before it even reached Voldemort's shield charm, it exploded, sending a blinding glare into the street.
Harry and Sirius slapped hands over their eyes at the last moment, keeping much of the light from hurting their own vision. Sirius used the distraction to send a powerful slicing charm, the silver light leaping through the air flying through the air like the shine of a blade.
A piece of the broken street rose up to block the spell, the brick diced by the force of the pushed the rest aside with a wave of Voldemort's wand.
Harry wasn't tired. His magic was reacting to the need in the forceful, protective way that it had since Daphen ahd been hit, and the energy burning in his chest was eager to be spent.
"Fractus!" Harry shouted, he pointed his wand at the ground. The power behind the spell made it appear almost solid, a hammer of black light hit the street bucking the ground up three feet, creating a small division between them and Voldemort. The power behind the spell made a ridge that was three meters at it's highest point and ran for over ten meters.
"Okay, that was pretty neat," Sirius muttered. Harry shot a small smirk at him, and cast a glance at the still unresponsive Daphne. Sirius caught the look and said, "She'll be alright, just focus on Riddle."
Voldemort's red eyes were watching him closely; Harry was feeling as if he were some sort of clever pet. While his expression didn't deviate from that carefully regulated smile, the rapid examination was easy to discern.
"Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Incarcerous! Tranfeso Animati!" Sirius emerged from behind his almost constant shield, his wand moving faster this time. His first three spells pointed at the Dark Lord—the fourth, however, struck another piece of roof, transfiguring it into a large dog that then turned to attack with a growl.
His spells were batted away and the dog was shattered into a thousand pieces.
Harry reared up. "Etico!" A bolt of bluish lightning shot from his wand, fleeing through the air. The light striking the dark wizard and crisscrossing against his skin.
Voldemort brushed his clothes, looking rather disdainful. With a subtle flick he shot an arching orb of blue light, forcing them to dive behind a piece of roof Harry had summoned quickly.
"Crucio!" Sirius cast fiercely turning his back on the cover. Harry rolled his eyes; at least his Godfather was persistent.
Voldemort spun at the last minute, an excited expression on his face as he missed the red light by inches.
Sirius had fired another spell which Voldemort blocked with a wave of his wand. Voldemort snarled at him and flung his wand out in a sharp flip, the end coming down hard. "Crucio!" he cast, the pronunciation a growl.
Harry reacted instinctively, swinging between Sirius and the spell; the magic locking into his nerves produced an unimaginable pain. He dropped to his hand and knees, screaming as the red hot magic burned through his body. Through the pain he forced his hand to keep hold of his wand, trying to think only of the grain of the wood under his fingers. The surplus of magic he constantly dealt with was rushing through his body faster than the pain.
"Crutoes!" Sirius cast, sounding desperate, a jet of fiery orange light catching Voldemort's elbow as the man held the spell on Harry. The force of the Sirius' spell forced the wand away.
Harry wheezed on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He shook his head, removing some of the fuzz that had latched onto his brain. he felt Sirius tug him off of th ground up and next to him and gave him a grateful nod.
Sirius twisted his wrist back, his robes shoved back at his elbows. The wand he held came down with a striking motion that released a glowing blue light. Harry thought he felt a chill from the magic as it passed. But the spell splattered across the front of the ethereal glowing shield that Voldemort had conjured.
"Fractinous," Voldemort cast in a bored manner. The red spell pushed Sirius to the left, leaving Harry to stand by himself and try and recover, another spell, a muttered word and an orange streak of light, forced him to the right. Sirius' physical ability was helping to strengthen his duelling, but his movements were slowing. Sweat dripped into his eyes as he moved to avoid another silent curse Voldemort had sent his way.
Harry knew a cat playing with a mouse when he saw one.
Sirius raised his wand, his tired voice shouting a curse into the air. But a spell needed both power and concentration to be effective, and Sirius was already losing what power he had to begin with. Harry could feel the magic within him struggling. A few pieces of brick and other debris pulled free of gravity and hovered unnoticed at ankle level. Harry focused on a sharp bit and sent it spinning, trying to put the excess magic to work.
"Ventus," Voldemort cast, a dark green blur shooting in Harry's direction; the light was quickly followed by a silent spell that barely displaced the air as it moved.
The magic hanging around him caught the spells like a spiderweb, trapping them in the air before him. Harry's mind continued to toy with the spinning brick, watching the speed increase as he pushed more focus. Unlike most wizards, Harry's magical levels didn't drop due to physical weariness; instead, they seemed to grow fed by his own; Wilburt Croaker Head of the Department of Mysteries had wanted to experiment on him when he joined the Ministry to see why and if it could be applied to others, but Sirius had declined on his behalf. Harry had no want or need to be experimented on.
The spells caught in Harry's net fell to the ground like glass when he raised his head. Voldemort seemed to spy those green eyes and a thrill seemed to fill the air.
They both reacted at the same time, a crisscrossing of magic that made the air smell like ozone. The colours from the spells bled into each other and their voices bounced off the buildings in the village. The magical volley left them at a standstill as both fought the other with tightly controlled powers. It must have only lasted for less than a minute but when the pair paused the battlefield was littered with scorch marks once again.
Harry propelled the still spinning piece of brick, and all the others that were floating nearby. One stone cut to the side, slicing through Voldemort's magical shields, its momentum too fast to control tightly. It drew a long gash along the Dark Lord's cheek. Red eyes narrowed but there was no other emotion as Voldemort blasted a sharp edged silver spell that broke through the roof protecting Sirius as he rested, slicing through the debris like a knife. Sirius hissed and brought a hand to his shoulder, pressing into the sleeve of his shirt that was rapidly turning crimson.
"Bastard!" Sirius yelled letting his wrist rest upon the remaining structure. "Foroctious!" His spell arched wide, a spinning disc of magic that drove forward like a sledgehammer.
Voldemort's shield shuddered as the spell hit, forcing him back a few feet.
Sirius was breathing heavily, anger licking at his expression.
Voldemort raised his wand, preparing another spell for them, but Harry stepped away, moving outside the ring of upraised ground from previosu spells. The concussion hex was more reaction than skill but knocked Voldemort away from his intended targets.
Harry pulled to the right, nearing the Dark Lord with a faint, challenging gleam in his eyes. It was almost as if the world had stopped. The smoke stopped coming from the nearby Apothecary, the duelling still continuing around them seemed to become nothing. There was a sense of expectation in this confrontation and Harry found himself forgetting some important things. Like who he had to save and who he loved.
Harry wasn't prepared for the blast of black energy that spiralled toward him, moving with a fluidity that sliced through the air. There was something hypnotic about that light—he only managed to spin out of reach a second before it would have hit his face.
Sirius responded quickly, his magic reaching out and grabbing the debris on the ground and throwing debris through the air like horizontal rain.
Voldemort blocked fairly well, pushed most of it away, fragments breaking through and tearing at his clothing. But this seemed to matter little, his arm reached over his hand and moved behind like a lasso, a spell that looked like a whip of fire sprang from his wand.
Harry did what seemed natural, he pushing back with a wall of water that met the Dark Lord's spell in the space between them and when Sirius' spell joined his own, it began sending up a wave of steam that hissed thunderously between them.
Harry's wand twisted and turned; the magic that was building beneath the tip was so icy cold that Harry felt the skin on his hand stiffen from the chill.
Sirius limped up next to him but didn't yell; it was his and Sirius' magic that diced open the sky, not their voices—a fearsome twist of blue and silver light striking Voldemort. The spell was co cold that the temperature dropped five degrees. Voldemort screamed loudly, drawing the attention of most Death Eaters and Order members alike.
Harry heaved as he looked down at the ground, the magic still heavy around him, leaving a chill to the sunny day. He abd Sirius were drenched from head to toe, their black hair laying flat against their faces, and their clothes dripping. Not far from them the Dark Lord was in a similar condition, but Voldemort's quickness of breath was more from anger than exertion. His temper, usually well-contained, broke to the surface. He looked around angrily, his wand moving to the side and capturing a metal bench in a black energy.
The bench flew through the air, aimed at Harry's head with a reckless force.
Sirius reacted more on instinct than thought. His wand jerked upward sharply, blasting the bench with a banishing charm.
He and Harry watched numbly at what happened next, the bench was revolving, so fast that one of the legs struck Voldemort's wand arm fiercely as it passed. The bench kept flying, finally finding its resting place in the window display of the stationary store, scattering paper and quills throughout the street.
Voldemort stood stiffly, silent; his arm was bleeding heavily, a piece of bone visibly jabbing through his skin and robe, his fingers just barely managing to keep his wand from tumbling between his fingers.
Sirius snarled, "It's over, Riddle. You're done."
Voldemort, no matter how much pain he should have been in, laughed loudly, a sound that brought shivers down Harry's spine, "You think I am done with you, Black, Potter?" His voice was high as he mocked them, "You believe yourselves to have won?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but his hand was still clutching tightly to his wand, "Save us the theatrics-"
"This is not over." Voldemort snarled as he raised his wand, his wrist twisting as golden mist seemed to appear out of nowhere and latch onto the end of the Dark Lord's wand.
Harry leaned into Sirius' shoulder, "What the bloody hell is that?" he whispered. Sirius shrugged but put up his wand anyway.
Voldemort suddenly smiled widely as the golden mist glowed even brighter, "Good riddance, Harry Potter. Sirius Black. Remember that you have left your time to perish at my feet."
Harry frowned, "Wha-"
But he was cut off by the golden mist shooting towards him and Sirius. They both put up shield charms quickly and Harry made to lunge for Daphne, to keep her safe from whatever this spell was...but before his feet had even left the ground, all he saw was black.
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