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Chapter 2
The Final Battle
The entry Order of Phoenix was standing in front of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. All of the students of forth year and above where out, too, to protect what they were calling their home. The students of the younger years were rounded up and locked up safely into the Slytherin dungeons' common room, only the best placed at the castles' windows.
It was time. The last battle would take place where it once began and all parties were beyond nervous, they were calm.
'The calm before the storm,' Sirius thought locking around the soon too be battle field.
Harry was at the front with Dumbledore, Remus standing beside him. He had grown up so fast, between the abuse of the Dursleys' and the war in the wizarding world.
As Sirius went over he asked Dumbledore.
"How long do you think it will take them to attack? As good as it is that they don't get the wards down this waiting is killing me."
"I can understand that Sirius but any minute we can gain is a minute Harry can learn a spell, charm or even a course which could be our victory. 'Shit' I am to old for this."
"Albus, don't get your hopes up," sneered Severus and gave Harry a chased kiss.
Sirius gritted his teeth but said nothing as he himself kissed Remus even if it was just so he didn't need to see his godson and his worst friend kissing. The word enemy had been placed on Death Eaters and Voldemort himself as it was the strongest word possible. Remus, however, had other plans he took charge of the kiss and deepened it.
"Do not worry yourself silly. Everything will be fine," declared Remus.
Just as he said that a shake went through the entry grounds.
The wards were down.
Harry turned around a last time to speak.
"Be strong and fight for your children, loved ones and your own live. Let them see that we won't go down without fight. Fuck them all for forcing us to do it."
"Yeah!"
"Of course!"
"Always Harry!" The Weasely twins shouted.
The enemy was advancing fast but they were ready.
The impact of both parties was like an explosion.
Spells, courses and jinxes were thrown around. Death Eaters, students an phoenixes went down all the same the only difference between both sides was that when a Death Eater got down two new ones took his or her place.
'We are loosing,' shot through Sirius head as he looked around.
Moody went down but took about five Death Eaters with him.
'Moody! At least you went down like you wanted to.'
Harry saw the fighting but didn't particular participate in it. His sole purpose was to find and kill Voldemort. He saw his friends fight and loss.
'Hermine! Ron! I will get you for that Tom!' "Sonorus."
"Tom Marvolo Riddle are you that much of a coward that you don't even come to fight for yourself. Are you sending your pets to cover your arse!" Harry shouted above the noise of the fight.
Death Eaters and Order Members alike jumped out of the way as the self proclaimed Lord himself apparated into the middle of the battle.
"So we meet again Potter. This is the last chance to rescue yourself and your closest friends like that mutt of yours. Join me and live or fight and die," Voldemort drawls out.
All fighter decreased their to hear the answer. The last year everyone of them has seen the wrongs they had done to the boy which they depended on for their win and rescue. He had no debts to anyone who lived he could just switch sides and 'rescue' just his family.
"Tom every time we met you have asked me the same question. Why should my answer have changed. Yes we do share many simultaneous but one thing is different Tom. I do know 'love'. It is an emotion you will never fathom and so NO I WILL NOT EVER JOIN YOU! You have taken every thing form me. My parents, my godfather, my uncle Remus and yes in some ways even Peter Pettigrew who set all this into monition and last but not least many of my friends. You destroyed my childhood, my teens and now you are threatening my very existing. I will fight you until I die."
Voldemort just smirked.
"You wish for it. 'Crucio'"
Harry moved out of the way and the duel began.
Both of them fought furious. No one wanted to loss and face the possible outcome of it. Also the others began to fight again but as they did it they stood relative clear of the duelling area of Voldemort and Harry.
Harry was down, breathing harshly and bleeding from various wounds sustained in the duel of live and death. Breathing harshly but standing firmly on his ground was Voldemort.
"Come on Harry. Be my heir and help your friends that way. It is a shame to waste so much power, come on nothing can be worth it to sacrifice ones own live," Voldemort told him.
"Fuck me!" Harry roared.
"That can be arranged," smirked the self proclaimed Lord and advanced on Harry.
Up to that time Albus Dumbledore was gravely injured but he moved fast enough to get a portkey into Harry's hand. Activating it and vanishing Harry from the fight.
"Old man for that you will pay. 'Crucio'"
Voldemort was beyond angry he just had his price vanish before his very own eyes again. He let loos his fury on the old wizard which didn't stand a chance
"Atire acido"
"Punctum"
"Nitrose Narosis"
"Avada Kedavra"
Every curse hit its mark killing one off the most powerful wizards of the century. With only one wish on his lips.
"Harry I know this will be hard on you but you aren't ready jet. Take everything you have and get help from the elfen realm and rescue our world. I am sorry I could tell you this before as you would not have stood for it, I am sorry for what I put everyone through now that you have vanished, please stay strong and come back with the power the dark lord knows not as I know you will find it within yourself. Stay strong my child, my grandson."
The war was lost.
"Atire acido" Forms a jet of pure acid to be shot from ones wand directly at the opponent. Has been known to cause death.
"Nitrose Narosis" Closet of and blocks the lungs to make breathing a near impossibility. Renders the victim unconscious but only kills if recast onto the unconscious body.
"Punctum" To puncture the lung of ones opponent.