CHAPTER #4
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HP (For all chapters etc)
Yet another chapter in this series. I don't know how many chapters I will put up; nor words. I hope to make it to at least 20K or 30K. Motivation will probably be the key to this vault; but without further ado, lets go!
"I cannot, and will not, allow it." Dumbledore stated, his intent true to his word.
"Oh? If I can hold my own against you for 5 minutes, you grant me a wish. If not, I leave, with no harm done. Good?" Harry proposed.
Dumbledore was in thought. "Very well."
The duel was commencing, yet again.
Bella and the assistant watched, amused. Nothing would bring Harry down now.
"First, we bow." Harry said, remembering Voldemort's words in his fourth year.
They bowed, as two powerful wizards would in a duel.
"Then let us begin. Sectumsempra!" Harry shouted.
Dumbledore responded with a, "Expelliarmus!"
"Protego! Still using non-lethal spells, eh Dumbledore? Let's see...Incendio!" Harry responded.
"I do not kill my enemies; for I believe that everyone deserves a second chance." Dumbledore swatted away the spell.
"Aguamenti!" Dumbledore casted.
"Trying to get me to drown, eh? Fiendfyre!" Harry said.
"Ignorant! Perhaps I have to teach you a lesson, after all - Crucio!" Dumbledore shouted, multiple times.
Harry made several shields, however they could not block 19 Cruciatus curses; leaving Harry vulnerable. Harry did the thing that his instincts told him to. He screamed.
"GIVE UP!" Dumbledore shouted, rage in his words.
The students were watching in shock, and Bella couldn't move.
"Never." Harry hissed, refusing to give up.
"The Lord Repla'x never gives up." Harry said, his tone becoming icy - like a Dementor.
Harry rose to his feet; Dumbledore was watching in horror; nobody should have shook off a Cruciatus like that.
"Perhaps you will like a taste of your own medicine. CRUCIO!" Harry bellowed, putting every ounce of pain he felt into it.
Every time he was tortured, every time he was neglected…
WHIP! Went the sound of Vernon belting Harry; who was a mere 5 years old. They took every opportunity to torture the boy. If only his parents were there...But he had relatives; he was sure. His magic and Parseltongue was not there for nothing.
They had left him.
Betrayed him.
Given up.
He wasn't cared for.
Why else would he be here?
Harry knew about the magic world.
No one else did.
They called him a freak.
A bastard.
"Why?" Harry bellowed, silencing all cheers and screams in the Great Hall.
"Why what?" Dumbledore spat.
"You betrayed me. You left me with the Dursley's even though I was of magical blood." Harry said, venom in his words.
"For the greater good," Dumbledore wheezed, words barely coming out.
"THE GREATER GOOD? ARE YOU TAKING THE PISS?" Harry shouted, his voice exploding across the hall.
Dumbledore shook his head meekly.
"Was I to be used? Like you have now? WAS I?" Harry spat coldly.
" I didn't know you would betray the light...I thought that-" Dumbledore started.
"You thought that I would be fine after being abused? Whipped? Do you know the feeling? The definition of insanity?" Harry said in a cold tone. (A/N - Far Cry 3 reference FTW!)
"Yo-" Dumbledore tried to start a sentence but was cut off by Harry bellowing the truth curse loudly.
"Albus Dumbledore, did you use Harry Potter for your own gain?" Harry said, clear enough for the spell to work.
Albus' eyes glazed over. "Yes. I used Harry Potter for my own gain." After that sentence, the Great Hall students gasped. Their headmaster, had used an ex-student. Ron and Hermione's eyes went wide.
"Liar! You used the Imperius Curse on him!" Ron shouted, enraged.
"Really?" Harry said.
"Ron, he didn't!" Hermione tried to convince Ron, as she truly thought they had done a massive wrong. It made sense, after all.
"Not you, too! Sectumsempra!" Ron shouted.
"Protego. Using dark spells, are we? Naughty Ron," Harry said tauntingly.
"Shut up, traitor! Impervius! Incendio!" Ron shouted, the effects of the taunt wearing on him.
"Trying to burn the castle, Ron? Aguamenti!" Harry countered.
The water spell swished away the fire, but due to the fire repellent spell it couldn't do much.
"Ha! The great Lord Repla'x, proven by a person better than him!" Ron roared.
Harry smirked. "Oh, really?" The ominous response caused Ron to look around in confusion.
"Wha…?" Ron muttered.
Before he knew it, a red light flashed, and all charms and spells were taken down.
"NO!" Harry shouted.
"That wasn't my spell...The wards are down...Voldemort is coming...Must repel attack…" Harry muttered, acknowledging the information.
The room grew dark. The candles flickered. A flurry of smoke appeared. The Death Eaters were at Hogwarts.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lord Voldemort shouted, producing three green lights zooming across the room; going for the three cloaked figures.
"HARRY!" Bellatrix shouted, slightly paralyzed from the events.
Harry raised his head.
"Protego Horribilis." Harry's eyes glowed greener than ever. He seeked more than revenge.
"Foolish little boy!" The Dark Lord screamed, enraged.
"Am I, Tom? Wasn't it you, who killed? I'm afraid I have to put a stop to you. Maybe not here, but I can defeat you enough for you to have to retreat back to Riddle Manor." Harry said, his tone calm, even in a situation like this.
"Good luck. You'll need it." Voldemort hissed.
"Crucio!" Voldemort shouted, in his cold, icy tone.
"I'm afraid that won't work on me, Tom." Harry said, shrugging away the Torture Curse.
"How? No matter, Flipendo!" Lord Voldemort shouted, trying to outsmart the great Harry Potter with slightly lower level curses.
"Protego. Really, Tom? Perhaps you need to be shocked back to reality. Crucio!" Harry shouted. The students in the Great Hall were cuddled together in the back, leaving a rather dramatic battlefield for the two ex-students.
Voldemort was struck by the Torture Curse, causing him to wince in pain.
"How does it feel, Riddle? Fighting in the same place you learnt. Good, huh? Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, trying to get Lord Voldemort's wand. Snapping it would be bad. That just meant he would torture Ollivander.
Voldemort rolled behind a table.
"I never thought Harry Potter would go dark!" Voldemort chuckled, sending several killing curses at Harry.
Harry flicked his hand and wand at the same time, creating a golden shield which deflected them, back to sender, if you will.
"Keep in mind, I'm not evil. Just dark." Harry said, shooting several curses at Voldemort, and the Death Eaters Bella was fighting.
Several of the Death Eaters were struck, leaving them vulnerable. Bella used this to her advantage, being a master dueler. She struck them dead with killing curses, which brought them into a new situation.
Several aurors and the Minister of Magic apparated into the room.
Their eyes widened.
"Harry Potter, Bellatrix Lestrange, and whoever you are, are hereby charged for murder. We will escort you to Azkaban." The Minister of Magic said, in a calm tone, before eying Lord Voldemort, who looked at him in amusement - before apparating to Riddle Manor, along with the surviving Death Eaters.
"Voldemort will win if you aren't careful. I'm building an army. He is my battle, and mine alone. We don't deserve Azkaban. We just defeated several Death Eaters. Are you mad?" Harry barked, more than willing to put the Minister of Magic in his place.
"DON'T YOU FORGET THAT YOU BETRAYED ALL OF ENGLAND!" The Minister roared back.
"DID I? REALLY? THAT'S IT? BECAUSE, MINISTER, I THINK YOU ARE FORGETTING THAT I HELPED OUT ENGLAND, AND YOU LOCKED AWAY YOUR SAVIOUR!" Harry barked back, letting emotions control him.
The Minister had nothing to say to that. Except he did have one thing.
A killing curse.
But not towards Harry.
Instead, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Harry's wife.
Motivation.
Happiness.
Love.
Affection.
Gone.
"BELLA, NO!" Harry shouted, not wanting his life to wash away.
The last thing Bella did was mouth to Harry:
'Don't worry.'
Then it was green.
Tears dripped from Harry's eyes.
"How could you?" Hermione shouted. "That was all he had left!"
Harry was too depressed; angry; sad; as well as much more emotions, to talk. He had apparated with Bella's corpse to the Lord Repla'x' island; a burial was in order.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I failed you…"
Harry's head was hung low; who's wouldn't be, if all love, affection, passion...had been swept away from your life in a heartbeat? Bella was the only one who had shown him affection.
Even before they had been in a cell together, Harry felt something.
Harry had his wand to Bellatrix Lestrange's throat.
She just winked. Not a dark one. A genuine wink.
Harry's throat went dry.
It all made sense. Bellatrix wasn't dark from the beginning. But how? Why? There was only one way to find out.
Harry called for his elf. "Something that lets me delve into a dead ones time, to see how their life was. Please." Harry said, barely able to speak from his depression. The elf sadly nodded, and appeared a bit later.
"Be careful…" The elf warned, before handing him an odd looking object; it had grooves around the edges, it was shaped like a cuboid, and had a fancy engraving into it:
'Don't worry.'
Harry took a breath.
Then everything went white.
Awesome! Not as many words, but hey! Did you like it? Hate it? Gimme a review stating how I can improve my work. If I need to portray my vision more, I'll try. It's just hard...you know?
So I think this chapter was around 1500 words or something, instead of 2000. Sorry :C
~HuntingVengeance~
P.S - I played Far Cry alot. I like the storyline, it's really engaging. I'd recommend it.
