Note to Readers: Hey!! Thanks for the great reviews! The author of this story is being lazy so I, the Publisher/Sister of the author, am typing the story from the author's notebook. I sound crazy but this is kinda fun!! HA HA. Anyway, upon special request, I have made this chapter quite long but short enough so there will be more to come! But enough of listening to me! Back to the story!.....
Previously on Harry Potter and the Portus Tempus Spell…..
His voice made James's blood run cold. He was so scared that he couldn't move a muscle and You-Know-Who wasn't even talking to him! Then the other one (Harry?) spoke.
"You're wrong about that Voldemort."
On to Chapter 2!!
James's 3rd person POV
The hall gasped. This stranger had just said You-Know-Who's name and that he was wrong! But he wasn't finished yet…..
"You and your Death Eaters fight to spread evil and darkness. There's no loyalty among you. You are fighting for your own ends. They serve you out of fear. They will kill and tab each other in the back to achieve their ends. The Light fights to keep their friendships and families alive. We fight so that the world can be in peace, we fight so that freedom prevails. We would die so that our families can live. I would have thought my mother's sacrifice would have taught you…love conquers death Tom Riddle." Harry said.
James was awestruck by this strangers courage and words. Voldemort's face was contorted in rage.
"You dare call me that filthy muggle name!" Voldemort practically screamed.
"Yes, I dare Tom! You are afraid of death. You do not love. There are things worse than death, Tom Riddle."
"There is nothing worse than death" Voldemort hissed.
"Yes, there are. It's your inability to realize that. That has always been your greatest weakness," Harry said in an even voice.
"You are wrong little boy. You know how to duel. Let's see how your pathetic 'love' does against the great Lord Voldemort. Bow Harry. Bow to death." Voldemort's voice had taken on a mocking tone. He inclined his head an inch. Never taking his red eyes off the other figure…Harry?
"Fine Tom. But unless you want a repeat of 4th year I suggest you chose a different wand" Harry said smoothly.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and an outraged expression crossed his face. James eyes widened. This stranger was really going to 'duel' Voldemort! Voldemort now reached into his robes and withdrew another wand. He replaced the first wand. He held the other wand loosely in one white hand.
"It's always helpful to have a wandmaker on hand. Especially one that has difficulties with throwing off the Imperius curse" Voldemort said snidely.
Voldemort and Harry backed up a few paces.
"Bow to death Harry."
"Bow to love Tom."
The two inclined their heads and brought their wands up. Harry waved his wand and a gold and red glittering shield encased the two.
"I don't trust Death Eaters not to curse me," was all he said.
A tense silence fell upon the watchers as the two looked at each other. The air was ripe with anxiety, anticipation. James stared at the two duelers. Then, as if by some unspoken signal the two moved simultaneously.
"Crucio!" "Forticus!" the spells blasted from the wands but neither hit as the target was already moving. The duel was amazing. James watched with wide eyes at the skill the two possessed. "Stupify!" "Reducto!" "Expelliarmus!" the two moved gracefully, it was almost synchronized. As the stranger spun out of the way of another dark sickly yellow spell, he raised his wand and out of the end of his wand came golden flames. Voldemort put up a silver shield quickly. The duel then got faster and more furious. They progressed into non-verbal spells.
The spells flew through the air. When they collided in the air sparks flew. Voldemort and the stranger just managed to spin out of the way of each curse, or put up a shield before throwing another curse. Nothing seemed to be able to get the other. By now the two seemed to move inhumanly fast.
Finally, in the intensity of the duel, the two began to get hits. Voldemort was hit with a curse that made his afflicted limb petrified. His left arm was now useless. If there was time he probably would have reversed it but the duel was too fast. A 'cutting' curse had hit the stranger in his wand arm, making a long, thin gash appear there. The stranger didn't even pause in his restless barrage of curses. Then as suddenly as they had started, they whirled to a stop. Both were panting and had taken several more hits. Voldemort had a few cuts, including one across his cheek. The other stranger's left arm had become useless when a bone-shattering curse hit it. The stranger had taken no notice, except for a slight flinch. Now, the two stood facing each other.