Chapter 11: Final Spells (It's short but good)

Harry's body was pushed backwards by the spell and as scream tore from him as Voldemort held him under the curse, when Greg charged the man cursing him he watched as his friend and familiar caught Voldemort's wrists and held them above his head before flying upward on wings of a dragon. Greg was allowing Harry to not only be released from the spell but also get ready for a spell that could destroy the man in his grip.

"Draco I need your help," Harry said softly looking at the blond, getting helped up he took the blonde's hand and said, "Focus your good emotions into your mind, let me channel them," getting a nod he closed his eyes and focused on collecting all the good emotions him and Draco had combined into a dazzling white ball in front of him.

The other Riders were holding a barrier up around the concentrating ten and his partner who seemed o be thinking of something truly powerful, for the magic flowing from Draco through Harry was astonishing. The other dragons knew the spell as it was only a spell that some one who truly loved another could accomplish.

Voldemort tried fighting his way from the dragon as he saw the shimmering orb grow with each passing moment, he really did not want to find out what would happen if he was hit with that ball. Greg's claws dug in to hold the man up and Greg watched as his master poured all the love he held for the blond into the spell but saw it would not be enough.

Catching the other tens eyes Greg pleaded silently with him, 'Come on Draco let Harry know how you feel, let this nightmare end,' he pleaded and Draco seemed to catch the drift.

Harry felt Draco' arms come around his waist and glanced up breaking concentration for a single moment, which caused the orb to dull just slightly, to look at the blond who had moved his hands to hold Harry's. Seeing a calm look and a look he could not quite explain Harry felt his heart hammer at the look and knew it was something good, something Draco had to be proud of and something that Harry wanted to know.

Closing his eyes again Harry relaxed into Draco and allowed the blond to help him in the ay he saw fit, a whispered, "Love you," against his ear had Harry's magic and emotions swirling like crazy, feeling the love flow from Draco's body he channeled it into the blast which grew immensely.

Opening his eyes he looked at Greg and nodded, as soon as Greg released the man and flew away Harry propelled the spell forward so it collided with Voldemort's falling body, calling out, "Diligo est Lux lucis, contemno est nex."*

The force of the emotions knocked both Harry and Draco off their feet and they were knocked out with a piercing sound being the last thing either heard. The sounds of love ripping apart a heart full of hate; a heart that had never loved.

Through out Europe agonized screams came from all of the soul pieces the man had made, the love was so strong and so pure that it had branched out seeking any of the hatred left by the victim of the spell.

* 'Love is light, hate is death' in Latin.