Chapter #7
Harry arrived back in the home of the black smith, and after three long and gruelling days, they had finished, it was a set of three swords, a katana, a wakisashi and a tanto, all had black wooden scabbards, as it was tradition, and all of them had the handle wrapped in leather with ray skin under need.
"You have to remember Harry-kun" said the old sword smith "That although this are pieces of art, they are meant to take the life of people away, and only then can you truly admire how wonderful and how terrible are the things we have created really are"
Harry nodded and bowed to the old man "I will sempai" said Harry accepting the box that held the three blades.
"I know what you plan to do Harry-kun" he said walking back to the door "but remember bushido is only followed by those strong enough to live by it, and not just for show, when the time comes we will see if you are able to carry out the ceremony"
Harry nodded and walked away from the village, lost in thought, wondering if he was going to be able to do what he was planning to do, and knowing that it was going to be the most difficult time in the world for him.
Once he was far enough out of view from the village, Harry aparated away to Forks, where he was going to prepare for his final stand.
Harry got to the Cullens house to find them all congregated around Bella Swan nursing what looked like a broken hand, "What is going on now?" he asked Alice, who was the only one that appeared to notice him.
"Jacob kissed Bella and she slapped him, breaking her wrist" said Alice, looking to him in the eyes "what do you have in that case?" she asked pointing to the case.
"Well that was either a very good slap, or it was so bad it hurt" he said completely ignoring her question, he then looked at all of them, and without saying anything, he made it up the stairs, before turning at the top of the stairs and pointing his wand at the broken hand "episky" mending the bones, bringing a scream out of Bella that was followed by sigh of relief.
Harry got to his room and sat down; he closed his eyes and meditated on what was going to happen in the next few days.
The next of the week went by fairly quickly, Bella had been trying to convince Edward to make love to her, while Edward refused under the grounds that they were not married yet, and she tried to constantly push for it, yet the question in everyone in the Cullen household's mouth was 'What was Harry Potter resident dark wizard and clever warrior up to?'.
It was clear that whatever he was up to, involved a great deal of consideration as he hadn't come out of the room in four days, every time that they knocked on the door, no one answered and the one time Bella opened the door, they found him kneeling in front of a case, as if he was deep in thought.
Finally Friday came, the Cullens returned from hunting, to find Harry sitting in the front of the steps that led to the back lawn, with a small table and writing things in parchment, with a candle lit.
Harry grabbed a piece of parchment, and wrote.
I Harry James Potter Lord of the House of Potter and Black, being of sound mind and body, do hereby swear this to be my final will and testament.
I live all of my worldly positions to Carlisle Cullen and his family, to do with as he wishes, may he live long and enjoy that which I live behind.
I live to Remus Lupin all real-estate property that I hold in the magical world.
I know that no one will miss me, and I made my share of enemies in this world, yet I have done this for the sake of all else who survive me, may no more Dark Lords rise from the ashes of this conflict.
"In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed."
So mote it be
Harry James Potter
He folded the envelope, and sealed it with wax, stamping it with the ring of the head of the potter family.
He then wrote two letters, one addressed to Rosalie and one addressed to Bella, he then set the three envelopes to his right, then he banished the table, only to replace it with a tea set.
The Cullens and Bella walked out of the house, and stood around him looking up to see how the clouds in the horizon seemed to become darker, making it seemingly obvious that it would rain tonight. They saw that he had a sword in front of him, and Rosalie looked at him smirking "What are you doing with that knife of yours going to play soldier now?"
Harry looked ahead and then said in his custom voice cold as ice, and without positive feelings "I am about to face my enemy, the fate of the world is at hand" he said.
He took the three letters and gave them to the larger one of the three to Carlisle, he then gave one to Rosalie and the other to Bella he then looked at Carlisle and said "Do not open it till three days from today, if I am not back you will know what to do"
He took the sword in his hand and stood up, he tied the scabbard to his waist, before walking slowly towards the woods.
When he was gone, Emmet looked at Carlisle "Should we go and see what he is doing?"
"No, what he is doing today has to be done by him, we would only be in his way" said Carlisle, as he went back inside.
Harry stood in the middle of the clearing, waiting patiently, at exactly three pm, London time, a tall figure dressed in a black robe, white, and lipless, with red eyes and long fingers, stood in front of him.
"So Harry Potter, are you so eager to die?" asked Voldemort.
Harry looked at him "You know that I have a lot of power in my hands Voldemort, and that me unlike Dumbledore will not restrict myself to only light spells, which you can see by the number of your followers I have killed in the past year"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he let out an angry snarl "Then why don't you join me, you are half way to becoming a Dark Wizard your eyes can not let you lie, join me and we will rule together"
"You know, that would never happen Voldemort" said Harry in his cold voice "I would kill you eventually so I could rule alone"
Harry looked at the man in front of him "The only thing we can do is fight it out and see who is more powerful of the two of us" said Harry, drawing out his wand.
Voldemort did the same, and they saluted each other, before bowing and turning their backs to each other, and walking twelve paces, before turning to face each other again.
Harry looked at Voldemort, as the Dark Lord threw the first curse of the duel, the Killing curse flew by him, as he sent a disembowelling curse, which Voldemort countered with a shield, before sending a pear flying out of his wand, and Harry conjured a block of granite, which he banished towards the Dark Lord.
The fight was brutal, and with every spell sent, the intent to kill was more and more palpable, the two fought with inventive ways to kill the other, to insure a most painful death, from boiling their blood, to covering the other in acid.
Finally after an hour of fighting, Voldemort sent a cutting curse, that got Harry on his side, making a wide, but shallow cut, Harry however used his hand, to unleash his aura, and sent a wave of magic, that froze anything it touched, Voldemot was caught by surprise, and his shield did not cover him completely, and he fell to the ground, Harry sent a slashing curse, while Voldemort sent a bludgeoning curse.
The two curses hit true, Harry got hit on the ribs, and he could feel two of them break, while Voldemort, got the slashing curse in the arm making him drop his wand.
The blood lose, that the two of them had after duelling for so long, was beginning to get to them, Harry stood up, and for the first time he pulled the sword out of its black shiny scabbard, he walked up to Voldemort and looked him in the eyes.
"Like I said Voldemort" said Harry looking at him "I would have killed you in the end so I could rule alone" he said, as brought the sword up "Are you going to say any final Words Voldemort" asked Harry.
Voldemort looked to his side, to where Harry was standing "You are not unlike me Potter and you will finish what I started it is only a matter of time"
Without saying anything else, Harry brought the sword so fast down, that you could hear it whispers in the wind, then the sky cracked with thunder, as the rain finally poured down on him, he flourished the sword, and put it back in the scabbard, he then pulled a galleon from his pocket, turned it into a Port key and sent the body and head of Voldemort back to England.
Harry stood for a moment, his eye sight blurring, before he brought a potion out of his pocket, and drank it, he could feel some of the smaller wounds close, and some of his blood replenish, however he was still pretty badly cut and his ribs were still shattered, in addition the magical exhaustion he had was too much for him deal with, so he knelt and passed out.
Charlie had gone out to hunt, the only problem was that since the rain hit, he was not catching anything, as all the game was in its shelter, as he came to the clearing he saw a man that was clearly unconscious, with what appeared to be a sword, and dressed in black robes.
Charlie walked up to him, and assessed the circumstance; he then looked at knelt and took the pulse of the person, only to see that it was very weak.
He then pulled out a radio that he had on him, and called for backup.
Carlisle was sitting with his wife hearing his kids argue about the upcoming nuptials between Bella and Edward, they were all planning, when all of a sudden the phone rang.
"Carlisle Speaking" said Carlisle as he answered the phone.
"Carlisle it's me Charlie" he said rushing, as if he was running "I am on my way to the hospital, I found a young man in the forest, he is injured and he doesn't look good"
"I'm on my way then"
He looked at his family "I think that Charlie has just found Harry" he said, as he grabbed a coat and his car keys "It all seems like Harry is not going to make it though"
