Title: Bittersweet
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Rating: R
Summary: During the war, Voldemort and Dumbledore face each other; that's when an unexpected vortex sucks them both in, leaving interesting results!
Status: BETAED by thrnbrooke
Chapter One: Into the Vortex of Oblivion
From the fluttering robes of the most powerful and feared wizards came the most unexpected complex of curses and spells, flying, on different jets of lights, threatening into shocking waves as both auras collided into one enormous beam.
Harry Potter stared. The Boy Who Lived stared at both wizards, gaping as their aura became vibrant waves of force and power, facing each other, their lips barely moving as their wands flick and turn on their command. He didn't expect things to end in such a way but finally, after getting caught each year by the fearful Dark Lord, Harry understood he did not stand a chance against him; The Dark Lord had grown into a fearful powerful being, to his utter displeasure.
It was when, on his last months of his final year at Hogwarts that Harry Potter faced the Dark Lord only to find himself minutes later twitching madly on the cold ground of the Unknewl Forest in the southwest of England under the enchantment of the deadly Cruciatus Curse.
He saw the pitiful scarlet eyes gleaming with the hunger that has been burning for years; his end. Harry Potter whimpered suddenly wishing he had one day more to breath, feel the morning and turn into a young man on his eighteen birthday. He felt the cold wood of Voldemort's wand, pressing down his throat starting to chock his senses.
It was then, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry made his appearance and backed the Dark Lord off Harry's whimpering figure. Harry knew Albus wanted him gone, at the moment, to a better safer place but Harry found the scene rather, intriguing; Dumbledore was pure action, like never a wizard had seen him before and Harry felt quite special about it, he was the one witnessing such a battle between these two powerful wizards.
Dumbledore was good, Harry had to admit it. Despite the hate he had developed for the old man after deciding his future and life many times Harry was fascinated how easily Dumbledore dealt with Voldemort; how the old wizard would disappear in a fluttering of his robes and reappeared seconds behind, startling Voldemort and forcing the Dark Lord to cover himself with the black shield floating inches away, just a few scant centimeters from his chest.
Harry was hidden, yes, looking amazed at the two wizards still trying to catch the curses and jets of lights flying everywhere, cracking the wood of the trees around. The tree branches bent and snapped as their auras grew and the agitated desire to end the battle thickened. Things were going nasty.
But the wizards did not exchange any word unlike the many battles they've had before, instead they flick, turned, dodged and pushed their magical auras out at each other, trying to find a way to weaken their opponent.
It was in an instant flick of their wands at the same time that sent the jet of silver light startling both wizards as their spell collided, joined into a sparkling rain of silver jolts of electricity that pulled their wands together harshly, shocking both wizards. With humming and the shaking of the ground around them almost causing them to lose their sudden hard grip on their wands.
The whirling of the air intensifies and their auras collide with the silver sparkling jolts coming from their wands. The wands began to shake wildly under their grip as each tip found its opponent. The black shield of Voldemort's chest vanished in a swirling black smoke. The tips touched and silence surrounded the place. The swirling black smoke circled both their wands, creating a rather black-silver swirling hole, sending threads of yellow light around them.
Harry stared horrified as the vortex started to pull both wizards together, dragging them despite their fight for survival, each trying to stand still. Their hands whitened, at the pressure of tightly holding their wands, as the vortex swallowed the tips and the wind tore at their robes making it more difficult for the wizards to escape.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the tree, as the wind tossed his raven messy hair, feeling the immense power of the vortex.
"Tom!" Dumbledore called, pulling his wand as much as possible away from the vortex, "Drop your wand!"
Harry felt his own wand, humming, vibrating in his pocket. "Are you crazy old fool?" Voldemort shouted back, desperately pulling at his own wand.
"It might end this nonsense!"
"It's your fucking fault!" Voldemort shouted through the turbulent wind, pulling them inches inside the vortex. "If you only had let me-"
"Do you want to live or not?" Voldemort growled narrowing his scarlet snake eyes into the concerned bright blue eyes of the old wizard.
"I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life," Voldemort mumbled slowly letting go of his wand. The wand devoured by the swirling black- silver vortex but what made Voldemort yelp was the amount of force that pulled him along with his wand.
Hastily, on instinct Dumbledore reached out and grabbed Voldemort by his forearm. Voldemort looked up startled at the bright blue eyes of his nemesis widening in fear.
"You insufferable bastard!" Voldemort yelled, throwing his other hand forward, gripping the old man's forearm. Dumbledore felt his boot loosing his footing on the ground, dragging him closer to the vortex, his other hand holding his wand still.
"Professor!" Harry called from behind the tree. "Let go of him!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Voldemort growled, "I'll pull you in if you do!"
"Harry!" Dumbledore shouted, "Stay away!"
"Professor!" Harry called. The old wizard let go of his wand, and instantly they were pulled inside the vortex. With wide eyes, Harry stared at the vortex as it swallowed them into the black-silver swirling energy fields moving like thin water around them. In a split second, it closed and vanished into thin air leaving the clearing a wreck and a wind tousled boy.
Harry let himself slump onto the ground terrified, trying to digest the idea; Dumbledore was gone, along with him Lord Voldemort.
Both bosses, the most powerful wizards of all time were gone, into a God only knows what kind of black swirling vortex created by their magic. Harry tried to stop the uneasy feeling inside his stomach.
Why didn't Dumbledore let go of him?
Why did Voldemort desperately cling to Dumbledore's forearm?
But he knew the questions couldn't be answered at the moment. Both were gone, both sides will be lost and scattered.
Mustering all his energy, Harry Potter ran, ignoring the nauseas growing in his stomach. He has to find them, all of the Order, before launching an attack. He must tell them both were lost inside a vortex...
And find a way how to get them...him out...
TBC...
Notes: You people won't believe this story but this is going to be slash! Between Voldemort and Dumbledore! I have big funny plans for this fic! Is it worth continuing?
Author: Shinigami Liliz Black
Rating: R
Summary: During the war, Voldemort and Dumbledore face each other; that's when an unexpected vortex sucks them both in, leaving interesting results!
Status: BETAED by thrnbrooke
Chapter One: Into the Vortex of Oblivion
From the fluttering robes of the most powerful and feared wizards came the most unexpected complex of curses and spells, flying, on different jets of lights, threatening into shocking waves as both auras collided into one enormous beam.
Harry Potter stared. The Boy Who Lived stared at both wizards, gaping as their aura became vibrant waves of force and power, facing each other, their lips barely moving as their wands flick and turn on their command. He didn't expect things to end in such a way but finally, after getting caught each year by the fearful Dark Lord, Harry understood he did not stand a chance against him; The Dark Lord had grown into a fearful powerful being, to his utter displeasure.
It was when, on his last months of his final year at Hogwarts that Harry Potter faced the Dark Lord only to find himself minutes later twitching madly on the cold ground of the Unknewl Forest in the southwest of England under the enchantment of the deadly Cruciatus Curse.
He saw the pitiful scarlet eyes gleaming with the hunger that has been burning for years; his end. Harry Potter whimpered suddenly wishing he had one day more to breath, feel the morning and turn into a young man on his eighteen birthday. He felt the cold wood of Voldemort's wand, pressing down his throat starting to chock his senses.
It was then, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry made his appearance and backed the Dark Lord off Harry's whimpering figure. Harry knew Albus wanted him gone, at the moment, to a better safer place but Harry found the scene rather, intriguing; Dumbledore was pure action, like never a wizard had seen him before and Harry felt quite special about it, he was the one witnessing such a battle between these two powerful wizards.
Dumbledore was good, Harry had to admit it. Despite the hate he had developed for the old man after deciding his future and life many times Harry was fascinated how easily Dumbledore dealt with Voldemort; how the old wizard would disappear in a fluttering of his robes and reappeared seconds behind, startling Voldemort and forcing the Dark Lord to cover himself with the black shield floating inches away, just a few scant centimeters from his chest.
Harry was hidden, yes, looking amazed at the two wizards still trying to catch the curses and jets of lights flying everywhere, cracking the wood of the trees around. The tree branches bent and snapped as their auras grew and the agitated desire to end the battle thickened. Things were going nasty.
But the wizards did not exchange any word unlike the many battles they've had before, instead they flick, turned, dodged and pushed their magical auras out at each other, trying to find a way to weaken their opponent.
It was in an instant flick of their wands at the same time that sent the jet of silver light startling both wizards as their spell collided, joined into a sparkling rain of silver jolts of electricity that pulled their wands together harshly, shocking both wizards. With humming and the shaking of the ground around them almost causing them to lose their sudden hard grip on their wands.
The whirling of the air intensifies and their auras collide with the silver sparkling jolts coming from their wands. The wands began to shake wildly under their grip as each tip found its opponent. The black shield of Voldemort's chest vanished in a swirling black smoke. The tips touched and silence surrounded the place. The swirling black smoke circled both their wands, creating a rather black-silver swirling hole, sending threads of yellow light around them.
Harry stared horrified as the vortex started to pull both wizards together, dragging them despite their fight for survival, each trying to stand still. Their hands whitened, at the pressure of tightly holding their wands, as the vortex swallowed the tips and the wind tore at their robes making it more difficult for the wizards to escape.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the tree, as the wind tossed his raven messy hair, feeling the immense power of the vortex.
"Tom!" Dumbledore called, pulling his wand as much as possible away from the vortex, "Drop your wand!"
Harry felt his own wand, humming, vibrating in his pocket. "Are you crazy old fool?" Voldemort shouted back, desperately pulling at his own wand.
"It might end this nonsense!"
"It's your fucking fault!" Voldemort shouted through the turbulent wind, pulling them inches inside the vortex. "If you only had let me-"
"Do you want to live or not?" Voldemort growled narrowing his scarlet snake eyes into the concerned bright blue eyes of the old wizard.
"I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life," Voldemort mumbled slowly letting go of his wand. The wand devoured by the swirling black- silver vortex but what made Voldemort yelp was the amount of force that pulled him along with his wand.
Hastily, on instinct Dumbledore reached out and grabbed Voldemort by his forearm. Voldemort looked up startled at the bright blue eyes of his nemesis widening in fear.
"You insufferable bastard!" Voldemort yelled, throwing his other hand forward, gripping the old man's forearm. Dumbledore felt his boot loosing his footing on the ground, dragging him closer to the vortex, his other hand holding his wand still.
"Professor!" Harry called from behind the tree. "Let go of him!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Voldemort growled, "I'll pull you in if you do!"
"Harry!" Dumbledore shouted, "Stay away!"
"Professor!" Harry called. The old wizard let go of his wand, and instantly they were pulled inside the vortex. With wide eyes, Harry stared at the vortex as it swallowed them into the black-silver swirling energy fields moving like thin water around them. In a split second, it closed and vanished into thin air leaving the clearing a wreck and a wind tousled boy.
Harry let himself slump onto the ground terrified, trying to digest the idea; Dumbledore was gone, along with him Lord Voldemort.
Both bosses, the most powerful wizards of all time were gone, into a God only knows what kind of black swirling vortex created by their magic. Harry tried to stop the uneasy feeling inside his stomach.
Why didn't Dumbledore let go of him?
Why did Voldemort desperately cling to Dumbledore's forearm?
But he knew the questions couldn't be answered at the moment. Both were gone, both sides will be lost and scattered.
Mustering all his energy, Harry Potter ran, ignoring the nauseas growing in his stomach. He has to find them, all of the Order, before launching an attack. He must tell them both were lost inside a vortex...
And find a way how to get them...him out...
TBC...
Notes: You people won't believe this story but this is going to be slash! Between Voldemort and Dumbledore! I have big funny plans for this fic! Is it worth continuing?