Even if I try my best, I still can't get that J. K. Rowling impression spot on. Sorry...
Harry Potter was tired, sweaty, stiff and sore in all kinds of places. But even with all the things that spoiled his concentration, he simply couldn't let go. He couldn't allow himself to make even the slightest mistake. Not when only death of one of them could end this duel.
He watched Voldemort closely and, even though he knew that the man was an outright bastard, he had to admit that the guy had a serious set of skills. This duel lasted an hour already. There was little left of the protective gear on either of the opponents. Their potions and various supplies, that both of them had on them during the beginning, were long gone.
Still, neither of them looked like they would give up any time soon, and air was still thick with spells zooming in both directions. Those were no longer the mightiest and most destructive spells in their possession, since they didn't have enough energy to make them work. Instead, the duel descended into it's second part, where tactics, concentration and patience played the main role.
Harry hissed when a particularly nasty bind landed in the place he was a split second earlier, and got out of only thanks to an unimaginably lucky dodge. He retaliated with a wave of fire, continuing with a mirror images of himself appearing around him before the smoke cleared.
'That should confuse him a little', the raven-haired boy thought, correcting his glasses.
He steered the mirages to circle Voldemort, and placed himself among them. Not too closely, as not to give his nemesis a shot at taking them all at one go. But not too far away either, since he himself wanted to maintain a careful watch over his opponent.
That situation lasted for a while. Bot of them gathering strength and thinking of how to end it quickly. That was, until Voldemort haven't pulled one last ace out of his sleeve. He haven't made a single move, but out of a sudden, a large amount of flashes appeared all around him.
Harry's eyes widened, as he knew all too well what was happening. Voldemort was planning to sacrifice nearly all of his life force to unleash one last, destructive attack. A perfect way to end a standstill like this one.
If he succeeded, then it was game over for Harry, as there was no way he could get out of it alive. But it was a double edged blade, and promised a window of opportunity. A chance for victory. No matter how small it was...
Voldemort first had to drain his life to cast the spell. And as he continued doing so, there was a place right before the blast where even a stronger punch could easily kill him.
That's why Harry jumped from his place, springing to action the moment he caught sight of that. He abandoned his doppelgängers as the dissipated into thin air, since he knew he would need all the energy he still had. He charged right at Voldemort, knowing that the swirling mass of energy around the man was too strong for any outside attacks to work. He would need a point blank hit to make it work.
But in the exact moment he made the last long jump and was about to execute his attack...
Harrry Potter came to stare at a complete, pitch black darkness.
He stayed there, not sure of what happened, when a lightning bolt tearing the sky made him aware of the storm raging outside.
"Strange", he muttered to himself, "I haven't even realised it started raining,"
Comming to stand right in front of the window, he gazed outside and finally noticed that the rest of the town was as dark as his own house. It seemed that storm once again had it's way and knocked over some trees, destroying electric lines. It happened all the time around this time of the year.
"Well, it's high time I did my homework," the raven-haired boy muttered to himself, once again correcting glasses that kept on sliding down his slippery nose. "Mum and dad are comming back soon, and I wouldn't want to once again be shouted at that I did nothing today," he said, and snorted, "Yeah, because becoming the best player of the year is totaly nothing," he stated sarcastically.
He stretched, trying to get used to moving again, thinking that admins had to agree when he asked to repeat the final match of the tournament that just got spoiled. It wasn't like he was the one responsible for the blackout. And, besides, he clearly was less than a second away from winning.
Harry smirked to himself while he went up the stairs to his room, thinking of finally showing that dork, Voldemort, who was the best guy. That imbecile was so insufferable, with him spamming wherever he could – on the server, on the forums – just how awesome he was.
"You? Awesome?" Harry couldn't help but say it out loud while he shook his head. "Be ready, Voldemort, because next time I meet you, nothing will stand in my way."
AN. stallion-ponyta asked me nicely for a sequel, so here it is. I hope you enjoyed it.
