Harry's Story: Part 3

It was hard to part with my friends, but in the end it was necessary. For one thing, Voldemort was my problem, not Scott's or Luke's. And not only did he tried to kill us, but he has killed hundreds of people from this universe and ours. I stopped him at home, and I'll stop him again now. The Great Hall of Hogwarts is just ahead. I don't know why, but I know I'll find him there . . .

Harry burst through the doors of the Great Hall, expecting to see Voldemort with a few manikins. Well, he was right about the manikins at least. The moment he entered the doors slammed and the manikins charged, as though they expected him.

Harry was quick to draw his wand and begin blasting them back with everything he had. He didn't have time for such things. He just wanted to face Voldemort for their final one-on-one match.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," came a voice from high above him. Harry didn't even need to look to know who it was. He was all too familiar with it. "You put up such a good fight against me and Mewtwo in Lab No. 5. But I'm afraid you're no match for me."

Harry turned to face his foe. Voldemort was slowly lowering himself to the floor, a wicked smile on his face. He was holding something in his hand. Harry looked at it for a while before he realised what it was. "An EX-Core!" yelled Harry, knowing their power from experience. Voldemort kept smiling as he unleashed its power.

"Behold, Harry, the power of the Elder Wand," said Voldemort as his wand transformed into the most powerful wand to ever exist. "In our universe, it wouldn't betray its master, but here, I am its master." Wasting no time, Voldemort immediately pointed the newly acquired wand at Harry. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry didn't hesitate either. Diving to one side, Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort and yelled "EXPELLIAMIS!" Voldemort easily deflected this, and sent another spell back at Harry. Harry narrowly avoided getting hit by this one, and before he could counter Voldemort was already firing another one. Harry jumped to one side, but the force of the blast knocked him over.

Voldemort could see he had the upper hand, and wasn't going to waste it after what happened back home. Pointing his wand at Harry, he sent another killing curse at him. Harry managed to dodge this one too, which was infuriating to Voldemort, but he kept his cool and kept attacking. Harry was surprised he could keep dodging and blocking spells, especially when Voldemort was firing them this rapidly.

Soon, however, Harry could feel the cold stone wall against his back. Voldemort was very pleased by this. Pointing his wand back at Harry, he only had two words to say to end his nemesis's life. Harry closed his eyes. This is it, he thought. I tried, but he won this time.

"AVADA KED. . ." he said as he suddenly gasped. Harry opened his eyes and saw what caused his surprise. The Elder Wand was gone, replaced by Voldemort's regular wand. The EX-Core's power had worn off. Seizing the opportunity, Harry raised his wand at Voldemort.

"STUPIFY!" yelled Harry, diving to the side. The spell hit Voldemort right on the chest, stunning the evil wizard. Harry picked himself up, and saw something across the hall that was bound to help. Voldemort saw it too, but Harry's spell had worked too well. Harry jumped over the Dark Lord and had his hands on the EX-Core before Voldemort was even on his feet.

"So, this is how it ends. I thought it would be different in this universe, but that damned prophecy applies here too," said Voldemort. "I don't suppose you have any sympathy for me Harry?"

"Sympathy? For you?" spat Harry. "Do you know how many people have died at your hands, in this universe and ours? You will never have sympathy from anyone you heartless bastard." Pocketing the EX-Core, Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort. "This is for everyone you've ever killed. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The curse seemed to take forever to charge, but eventually it fired with a bright green flash, striking Voldemort on the chest. Voldemort flew back and landed on the steps at the front of the hall. Harry approached the fallen wizard with caution, since the laws of his home universe sometimes didn't apply here.

Voldemort was still breathing, as Harry feared, but he was also fading. Voldemort looked up at the young wizard, clearly still disappointed at being so close to victory over the one who had killed him before. "Don't think you've won yet Potter," said Voldemort as he faded. "Chaos will lend me more strength, and I will defeat you then." As the last words left his lips, he disappeared altogether.

"No matter how many times I have to fight you, I will always win," said Harry to himself. Relieved, Harry sat down on the stone steps of the Great Hall. He'd done it. He'd defeated Voldemort again. Harry laid his head on the ground, wanting to rest after the ordeal.

As his eyes closed, a bright glow filled the room, so bright Harry could see it through his eyelids. He tried to open his eyes, but the brightness was too intense. However, it soon dimmed, and Harry got a good look at what had caused the blinding light.

It looked like a small golden ball, about the size of a golf ball, with two golden wings on either side. Harry's first thought was that a golden snitch had come to this universe, but then Harry noted that the wings weren't moving, like a normal one. There was only one other possibility, thought Harry as he picked it up.

"My crystal," said Harry, holding it above his head. "I finally have my crystal. Chaos shall soon fall." Pocketing it with his EX-Core, Harry set off back to Order's Sanctuary. He couldn't wait to tell the others what had just happened.