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Chapter 10: The Duel

Fear began working its way down his spine as Harry witnessed the body of Lord Voldemort meld with his soul, complete with a blinding flash of light and wind. Harry was thrown back against the bench he was tied to, snapping the back of his head against the stone. The rest of the Followers were thrown from the Dais, landing in crumpled heaps at the edge of the chamber.

Lord Voldemort had risen again.

Harry redoubled his efforts to release his hands from their bonds as the wizards stumbled back to their feet and began making their way back to the dais. Suddenly, Harry felt eyes upon him and looked up into the face of his nightmares. Voldemort, looking just as he had in the graveyard, had finally noticed the captive tied 30 feet from him. First a smile, and then a breathy cackle began to fill the chamber as Voldemort recognized who it was.

"I admit, Mr. Potter, I did not expect to see you so soon. How does it feel to witness my second resurrection?" he laughed again, and Harry felt anger course through him.

"I admit, Tom, it's kind of pissing me off. I really thought I was over this part of my life." Harry mocked, face set in a defiant glare. Voldemort seemed to be amused by Harry's reply.

"Ollivander! I do hope you were planning on providing me with a wand…" Voldemort snapped, calling the man to his side.

"Of course, my Lord. I have two wands for you, in fact." At this he paused, as if waiting for permission to continue. Voldemort nodded his consent, and Ollivander smiled smugly as he said, "One, I made specially for you with which you can defeat Harry Potter." With that, Ollivander pulled from his robes a wand made of bright white material. He bowed, presenting it to his master. Voldemort pulled it from the man's outstretched hands, and ran his fingers down the sides, concentrating.

Voldemort's eyes flew open, shock evident on his face. "This is a wand made of Basilisk fang, is it not?" He asked slowly, eyes narrowing in puzzlement.

"Yes, my lord. Salazaar Slytherin himself created a wand of Basilisk Horn before it was destroyed. I have worked very hard to create an instrument worthy of the great Lord Voldemort; one that fits your unique abilities and power, as well as relates back to your pure heritage." Voldemort started only slightly by his servants use of his name. His eyes were wide in amazement and it was obvious he was pleased enough to let it pass.

"I agree, it is a unique and powerful instrument, worthy of one as great as I. But," Voldemort's face dropped back into his suspicious expression once again, "You said you had two wands for me. Which is the second?" At that, Ollivander's smile widened as he drew the second wand from his robes. "I believe you will recognize it, my Lord."

As he passed forward the Elder Wand, Voldemort was once again taken by surprise. Voldemort broke out in a breathy laugh. It sounded so strange and wrong, Harry cringed and continued his fight against the ropes covering his wrists and torso. His wrists were slick with blood now, and his shirt was being rubbed thin, but the enchanted ropes refused to budge. Sweat trickled down his brow and into his eyes. Harry blinked the drops away irritably, and then froze as he felt Voldemort's eyes return to him.

"CRUCIO!" Voldemort screeched, pointing the Elder wand at Harry's heart. Harry waited for the pain, but once again there was nothing. The Elder Wand did not react against him. Like before, it refused to act against its master. Voldemort screeched, this time in anger; and Harry got an idea.

"It won't work, Tom. I'm still its master, even after all these years. No one has disarmed me yet, and I don't plan on letting them. I don't plan on dying either." RELASHIO! Harry thought to himself, performing silent and wandless magic. He let out a gasp of relief as a jet of light shot from the wand and slashed the ropes on Harry's torso, freeing him finally. In the same instant, the Elder Wand flew from Voldemort's grasp, seemingly excited to be back with a master and in action again.

Harry threw himself forward, throwing off the ropes and caught the wand midair. But he was too distracted. A curse from Voldemort's new wand threw Harry high into the air, landing hard against the stairs and rolling down. He saw stars as he crumpled in a heap on the ground. Suddenly, his body burst into pain as the Cruiciatus curse was cast once again, this time hitting its mark. Like before, he tried to grit his teeth and show no weakness; however, Voldemort's curse was quite a bit more powerful than Ollivander's, and in only a few seconds of being held under, he released a scream of agony. The pain continued and Harry feared he would go insane until finally it lifted, leaving Harry gasping and spitting blood.

"You fool. You cannot defeat me…"

"I already did, you bastard. What's once more?" Harry snarled, raising laboriously back to his feet and drawing his wand. Voldemort seethed, and slashed his wand through the air, silently casting another curse. Harry threw up his shield, and responded in kind. 17 years an auror had given him some new skills, and his spells were more powerful than ever.

Voldemort cast a powerful offensive, and a fiery rope was cast towards Harry. Harry blocked it and sent fire back in the shape of a stag. Voldemort was forced to deflect it, and tried again to send another curse, but Harry had disapparated, appearing on Voldemorts left. He quickly stunned two of the wizards behind him, and deflected another curse from Grey. Voldemort turned, and sent a foreboding bolt of green lightning at Harry. Harry threw himself to the ground, barely dodging the curse. Electricity seemed to surge around the chamber, as Voldemort sent another lightning strike at Harry. Harry disapparated on the spot, appearing at the top of the chamber.

Harry tried to disapparate out of the chamber, and growled as the wards around the chamber forbid it. Harry ran to the door and tried to open it, cursing as it failed to budge. Harry did a diagnosis spell to discover how the door was enchanted, and was frustrated to discover only the one who had cast the spell could open it. He was about to try and see if the Elder Wand's power could surpass the lock when he was sent flying 10 feet into the air, landing painfully on his ribs as he hit a bench. Groaning, he wrenched himself up and again disapparated, barely missing another jet of green light.

Voldemort was furious, yelling commands to his five remaining followers. Harry appeared behind the archway, looking at Voldemort through the veil on the other side. He stunned two more wizards with a harsh flick of his wand, then yelled, "Incarcerous!" wrapping Ollivander in thick ropes. Another flick and Ollivander's wand flew into the air, landing far behind him. "ACCIO!" Harry yelled pointing at Ollivander. The Resurrection Stone flew into Harry's hand just as Voldemort cast a killing curse at Harry through the veil. Voldemort screamed in frustration as the veil seemed to envelop the curse, acting as a sort of barrier. Harry gasped in relief, realizing he was once again master of all three Hallows, and Death had just acted as a protector.

But it was short lived, as suddenly Voldemort appeared beside Harry, forcing him to dodge a powerful cutting curse by once again throwing himself to the ground. Not fast enough. Harry gritted his teeth as new agony flared up along his arm and the length of his shoulder blade.

Harry rolled to his feet, and he and Voldemort once again began to duel fiercely, each grimacing as their shields wavered and cracked. Harry wasn't powerful enough, and soon his shield shattered and ropes made of snakes flew around his torso, forcing his arms to his sides, tightening around his throat. Harry sunk to his knees, unable to breath and watched as Voldemort stepped closer and closer until he stood directly in front of him. Voldemort raised his wand and Harry couldn't help but flinch, expecting either pain or death. What he wasn't expecting was for the snakes to loosen their hold on his windpipe, but suddenly he could breathe again! Harry blinked back tears as he gasped for oxygen, and looked up into Voldemort's pitiless red eyes.

"I must admit, I am astonished by how much you've improved. No longer the scared little boy from the graveyard, are we? No longer the brat, trusting the senile old fool. Even he could not escape death, even if it was by his own making. I, on the other hand, have once again come back to life."

"Dumbledore wasn't a fool. He remains the only wizard you ever feared; the only wizard who could make you cower! He beat you before, and even in death he beat you. It was Dumbledore who discovered your secret, it was Dumbledore who taught me exactly how to destroy you, and it was Dumbledore who held your most trusted deatheater's allegiance, as well as mine. You can beat death a hundred more times, but you will never be as great as Albus Dumbledore!" Harry replied angrily, noting the color rise in Voldemort's cheeks.

Voldemort raised his wand, a curse on the tip of his tongue, when suddenly a cry was heard, and a flash of blinding light shocked the room, forcing Harry to shut his eyes. Assuming it was the final curse sent by Voldemort, Harry could do nothing by clutch his wand tightly and think of Ginny.

Then he heard shouting. His eyes snapped open. Voldemort had stumbled, and Harry spun his head around to see Grey, Ollivander (who must have untied himself somehow) and the third follower clawing at their faces as blood spurted from behind their fingers. He stared in confusion at what appeared to be deep gashes along their cheeks. Harry looked again at Voldemort, momentarily pleased to see a look of horror on the dark wizard's face. Suddenly, the snakes were completely released and they dissolved to nothing as Harry felt something heavy land on his shoulder. Fawkes the Phoenix, who had not been seen in 18 years, nudged Harry in the cheek, then flew into the air right above Harry's head, who simultaneously threw up his hands to grasp Fawkes' tail. In a flash of fire and light, and one last scream of "Avada Kedavra" by Voldemort, Harry and Fawkes were gone, and the green light hit nothing but a stone wall behind them.