Chapter 10: The Fall
A/N: See prior chapters for speech and disclaimer.
Harry walked from the entrance of Hogwarts to the Pitch, Godric walking behind him /Are you sure that this is wise little one?/ Godric asked of Harry as they walked.
Harry frowned slightly as he glanced up, his hair falling from his slightly pointed ear to expose it for everyone to see. /Not really Godric but I had to stop the killing some how./
"What are you now Potter? A bloody elf?" Voldemort sneered as he saw the ear.
"Better an Elf then a moldy snake wanna be" Harry retorted back. They walked to the center of the field as Death Eaters, Dragon Riders though their Dragons took up positions on the field's edge, the Riders magical support squads and the rest of the wizard kind that had come to Hogwarts and Hogsmeade to help fight the battle.
Harry looked at Voldemort "There are no rules in this contest and no referee to stop. This is to the death." He said to both Voldemort and the crowd as they turned to face each other at 10 paces. "Now first we bow to each other Tom." He said as Voldemort raised his wand to strike "Surely you've been taught how to duel." Harry said with a bit of a smile to remind Voldemort of the grave yard incident in Harry's fourth year.
Voldemort sneered at Harry "Do not call me by that name Potter." He spat out as he bowed. Harry copied the action. "On the count of three. One…two…three." He said, though before he had finished three he heard the death curse being shouted at him. Harry threw himself to the side.
"So predictable Tom." Harry said as he rounded on the other so called Man. He flicked his wand and said "Letta" expecting Voldemort to be frozen in place. He smiled as he saw that he did not miss his mark but that quickly turned to a frown as he felt a drain on his magic. He realized that Tom Riddle was doing the counter spell to his own magic. He shook his head as Voldemort snapped his wand up to shout the stunning spell at Harry.
"Harry, Harry…. Harry…." Voldemort started as he flicked his wand to cast another Death Curse. "Do you not know that I, Lord Voldemort the strongest sorcerer to ever live would know your so-called Ancient Language for magical spells? It is nothing but Ancient runes that allow you to cast magic from." Voldemort flicked his wand and a blue colored spell exploded from his yew wand.
Harry snapped his own wand up to cast a shielding spell based in the language of the elfs. Voldemort kept talking "Harry, did you know that Avada Kadrava is simply the merging of the twelve words of death in the Ancient Language? That is why it is so unblockable by magic." He said as he casted the Death Curse again at Harry. The Rider threw himself out of the way and the spell impacted the ground inches from where he landed. The impact caused a shallow crater in the ground but also blew dirt directly into Harry's eyes.
Sputtering slightly Harry rolled again as he felt that there was surely another spell coming at him. "So much for your hero status Master Rider." Voldemort spat the last two words as bludgeoning spell was cast at Harry. This spell impacted Harry's left arm, causing it to shatter in twelve places. Several bones poked through the skin in his arm. Harry cried out in pain, falling back to his knees as he used his right arm to place his left in to his shirt to protect him until he could cast a healing spell.
However that action took Harry too long as another bludgeoning spell impacted Harry in the face, throwing him back four feet. The healing spell was left unfinished, having pulled the bones back out of his skin and back into his body but was not able to finish healing the warm. As he landed, the wind was knocked from him. Gasping for breath as the spell had broken his nose, not just broken but shattered his nose and cracked his skill, Voldemort walked up to the first Rider on earth in two hundred years. Reaching down he picked up the wand that was a brother to his own from where it had fallen a few feet away from Harry Potter.
"And see how you're hero falls." Voldemort said to the crowd as he took a step back out of Harry's reach. "So much training and yet he is no match for Lord Voldemort. He is defenseless with out his wand." He said with glee upon his noseless face. As he leveled his wand at Harry, the Rider's right hand snapped up to show the mark of the Rider upon his palm despite the pain that was racking Harry's body.
"Tell me Tom, you know what that mark is?" He asked as he cried out a spell in the language of the Elves to sever a limb. Not expecting the Rider to do wandless magic, Voldemort barely spun out of the way. However he was not unscathed. The spell caught the risen Dark Lord's left hand. As the Dark Lord faced Harry again, his left hand was laying on the ground, blood dripping from his stump. "You will pay for that Potter. No one makes me bleed my own blood and lives to tell about it." He said as pain was etched upon his face.
"Well Tommy Boy, You'd find that I am full of surprises, though really, how powerful can you really be? You let a baby expel you from your body because you were too damn old to move out of a curses way." Harry said as he thought the spell to send at Voldemort. A flick of his right wrist and his own bludgeoning spell was sent at Voldemort. The pain in the Dark Lords arm slowed him slightly as he moved. The Dark Lord barely brought up a shield in time but he still was pushed back a few paces.
"Then you let an eleven year old kill your servant because you didn't understand the ancient magics that you claim to. Then your Avatar was too stupid to even kill me properly and let a phoenix heal me because he forgot about their healing powers." He continued to speak as he flicked his hand again, but the spell was not aimed at the Moldy Dark Lord but for the ground behind him. As Voldemort watched Potter, casting a spell at him but did not see the wall being formed behind him. "Then when this kid was fourteen, He managed to get away from you. Damn Tom, are you that weak that you can't even murder an untrained CHILD?" He said as he shoved his hand forward, casting the banishing charm at the ground in front of Voldemort,
Unexpected was the spell, the shield that the Dark Lord used for more powerful shield however that was the wrong move as the shockwave from the impact pushed the Dark Lord back into the wall. However it was not a plain wall. This wall had spikes transfigured into it. The Dark Lord cried out in pain as he looked down at his right leg and chest. Through his chest was a thick spike, but it was in his lung. In his right leg was another spike that was though the bone.
Growling as he pulled himself off the spike, he quickly healed the bone in his leg and sealed the wound in his chest. Harry smiled as he knew the Dark Lord would not last much longer in his weakened state. He flicked his hand again to cast "Letta" upon Voldemort. The Dark Lord found himself unable to move, Harry stepped forward.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, I could kill you but I don't know how you came back to life. One or more of your magics did work so until such time…." Harry snapped his fingers, causing something to appear in his hand. It was a locket of some sorts. He slipped it around the Dark Lord's neck and whispered a complex spell. He felt drained as he felt the magic bind the locket to the Dark Lord's neck.
He sagged slightly as the pain of his wounds hit him with the magical drain. "This locket will bind your body and will draw away your magic to keep you bound. It will allow you to be healed but with it on you will be as powerful as a squib should you find a way to break free of the locket." Harry smiled "Immortal life, tinny living space."
Harry turned to face the crowd. "Albus, I would suggest that you place Riddle somewhere were he will not be found, bound behind wards that are as unbreakable as you can find. Ask the Goblins to hide him away. A vault in the bank will due nicely. He is no longer a threat and vanquished from the land." He said. He managed to take three steps before the wounds he had took him and he slumped to the ground, having fainted from both blood loss and the pain.
Harry's friends, Ron and Hermione come rushing from the stands, having vaulted the rampart that protected them from the field. "You can't die on us Harry" Hermione said as they knelt next to him. They both started to cast spells of detection on their friend to find what is wrong with him.
"Hermione, he is really messed up….We have to help him despite the drain to both of us to heal him." Ron stated to the woman that used to be known as the bookworm of Hogwarts.
"Let us help." Said Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather. "We take turns healing him; we will not have such a magical drain upon us."
Hermione and Ron nodded. Slowly, the Riders healed their Leader and Teacher. After a half an hour of healing, they took a step back, and looked at Harry. Not a sign was upon him that he was in a battle and nearly lost to the Dark Lord, which was being ignored at this point. The Ministry had started to arrest those that did bear the Dark Mark.
"Lets take him to the hospital wing; he will need to rest after that fight." Hermione said softly. "We all need to rest."
"Allow me Miss Granger." Dumbledore said, as he conjured a stretcher under Harry. Another flick of his wand, and Harry Potter was lead from the field of battle, for a good rest.
A/N I have several Ideas on how Harry should return to the land of Eragon. 1: He infiltrates the Varden, along with several other Riders and magical support before he shows himself. 2: All the riders fly upon the Varden's camp and scares the crap out of them. I can see both in my minds eye so I'd like what my readers think. Vote in the poll on my profile if I can get it to work otherwise review please.
Also, the time line is fluid a bit when Harry does return, so don't use the baseline of 2 months = 30 years. I had planned on more in the last two chapters but because I lost all my notes and plans it kind of fell a part.