It's been some time since my last update but I've been pretty busy. First of all I went on holiday in London, so beautiful! I also visited the Harry Potter studios! *.* After that, I had to go back to real life problems and idiotc service providers who cut off my internet connection for weeks...
Anyway.. On with the story!
"How nice of you to join us Mr. Potter" the snake like creature hissed from his throne on the other side of the long ballroom.
Harry snarled at the sight of him and crouched down, his five tails swishing and crackling with fire and some lightning sparks.
"It seems that my servants failed to inform me of that particular development." The dark lord hummed to himself "The boy who lived is a beast now. How interesting"
He growled at being called a beast. From a man who didn't even look human anymore it was really insulting. If he were less feral, he would probably make a joke of gifting him a mirror since they seemed to lack in the manor. Who knew when was the last time the man looked at his ugly face?
"You caused quite a ruckus, Mr. Potter. How uncivilized of you. I can guess that you're unhappy about your dear godfather, are you not?" he asked mockingly receiving a loud growl for answer.
"Pity the mutt is still alive" sneered Bellatrix.
"Now, now. Bella, don't be rude."
"I'm sorry my Lord. Please let me deal with this pest for you" she asked shaking in excitement.
"You can have some fun, but don't kill him. That honor falls only on me."
"Of course my Lord" she simpered.
Harry watched warily as Bellatrix advanced on him wand in hand and a mad smile on her face.
She didn't waste any time and started throwing cruciatus and avaka kedrava all over the place, always missing because of Harry's inhuman speed and agility that allowed him to dodge with ease.
After some minutes of that, Bellatrix casting curses and Harry dancing around them, she started to get tired. They were powerful pieces of magic and she was not so powerful to keep going for long.
Harry took the chance and sprinting forward he ducked under her guard and pierced her torso with a clawed hand.
She stopped moving, looking down at him with wide surprised eyes and blood flowing from her mouth. Harry narrowed his eyes and yanked his arm back, taking with him her still pulsing heart. He leaped back as her body fell to the ground, her husband screaming for her.
Voldemort watched enraged from the throne. The cursed brat has killed his most loyal, he needed to die. Now!
"Rodolphus, Rabastan! Kill him!" he screeched.
The two brothers started fighting side to side and Harry resumed his dodging. He didn't want to reveal all his abilities before fighting the dark lord so he needed to play this smart. He needed to channel his inner slytherin and kitsune cunningness.
He jumped left and right, before going still and smirking.
He raised his bloody arm, the now dead heart still clutched in his fist "I think this belongs to you, doesn't it? Want it back?" he asked mockingly using the baby voice Bellatrix like to use so much to taunt her opponents. His voice still was eerily feral and scary, it normally would have sent people hiding just hearing it, but those were seasoned and insane death eaters.
Rodolphus flushed with anger and lost his concentration attacking recklessly and without thought, making it difficult for the younger one to work on synch with him. Harry jumped on the attack then and slashing at the eldest brother chest. He missed but he reached his goal to separate the two and rattle their security. They were now on opposite sides, something unusual for them who always fought side to side or back to back, with Harry in the middle.
He knew that he just needed the right opportunity and then they would do all the dirty work for him. He kept the dodging going, knowing that infuriated his enemies something fierce when none of their curses hit him. Just a little more and they would be where he wanted them.
As one, the brothers casted a killing curse at Harry, who jumped to the side swiftly. The two curses met in the middle head on before rebounding back to their casters who died before even realizing what happened.
Now, it was just Harry and Voldemort.
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Harry looked up at Voldemort, breathing deep to calm his racing heart. Dodging and running around was not so difficult for him but he had been doing it for more than half an hour while dueling the three Lestranges and he had been running all over the manor before too.
"It's your turn now Tommy" he growled "or you're going to hide behind more minions?"
"How dare you!" the man hissed jumping to his feet and sending a killing curse his way.
It seemed that the man was convinced that he could kill him just throwing those around, like Bellatrix hasn't already shown him how useless that approach was.
He wasn't going to complaint though. Having the dark lord underestimating him, so angry that he was acting without thinking and more busy insulting him that he didn't keep track of his movement was good for Harry.
Voldemort still had sixty years of experience and knowledge above him, if he forgot all that in favor of using only unforgivable it was an advantage for him.
Sneakily and with some quick wand movements he was able to hit the man with various spells and curses. Several cutting curses hit their mark, leaving the snake like man bleeding from many not so deep cuts, a bone breaking hex caught him in the hand forcing him to forego his dominant hand and start casting with more difficulty using his other one. He was more slow and the aim a little off but it was not enough to give him more breathing room.
Dodging his killing curses was more taxing than with Bella and more than once it came too close to hit for comfort.
"Stop running around Potter! Stay still and fight me like a man. Or are you too much of coward?" Voldemort yelled
"Oh I forgot. You aren't a man. You're a disgusting beast now, aren't you" he continued, never stopping his barrage of crucios and avada kedavras.
"You and all the other beast like you will bow before me before I kill you all! Muggles and mudbloods too! My reign over the pure of blood won't be tainted by your existence!"
Harry was far too gone to his feral side to reply and way to busy avoiding the magic coming his way.
"If you weren't such a torn in my side maybe I could have made an exception of you and kept you alive" the man said smugly "as my personal sex toy"
Harry snarled viciously at that proclamation, his creature disgusted and enraged at the prospect. It made him lose concentration though and the next cruciatus curse hit him square in the chest.
He fell to his knees screaming in pain while the man laughed in glee at finally managing to catch the brat. The unforgivable was soon followed by a another curse that broke his left arm and a severing curse that cut a deep wound going all the length of his tight, missing the femoral artery for only a few millimeters.
"Fuck!" he swore as the pain and loss of blood made themselves known to his rage clouded mind.
He was now less feral and more rational, but with that also came awareness of the tiredness and pain that wracked his body.
"Not so cocky now, Potter" the man smirked twirling his wand in hand. Harry's own wand was laying several foot away from his hand, out of reach, leaving him disarmed.
Harry's breathing had grown labored and he shook his head to get rid of the dizziness. He had to do something or he would die.
Slowly he raised himself on his hands and knees.
"Aw, the savior can't even stand on his own two feet. You lost and I will take immense pleasure in killing you and all you hold dear Potter" Voldemort hissed.
He bared his fangs "I will never let you touch them! Sirius was the last person you hurt Tom, I will kill you" He shouted without even thinking, earning himself another round of crucio. His arms went to hugs his torso, both in a futile effort to reduce the pain and to keep his broken arm from jostling too much.
"You should learn to keep your mouth shut, beast. Especially in the presence of your betters!"
"You are not better of mine!" he panted.
The next spell to hit knocked him back several feet making him collide with the wall and he screamed from the white hot pain coming from his arm and now dislocated shoulder.
"Maybe I should just feed you to Nagini. You are hardly worth the waste of my magic to kill" the man sneered before calling his trusted pet for dinner.
Harry once again pushed his body to stand on his hands and knees and looked at his enemy.
He knew that losing his mind and coming here to kill him had been reckless and dangerous. He was still a fifth year student against a dark lord with decades of experience over him and much power. But he couldn't let anyone else of his loved ones be hurt like Sirius had been. He needed to protect them or he would lose himself if he lost someone else, he already suffered so much and couldn't bear anything more. Especially not now that his only father figure was in a hospital bed, he didn't know if he would recover from his fight to stay alive or how much his life would be difficult if he did.
No, he couldn't think about that now. He had to concentrate on his fight and find a way to kill the man once and for all.
Voldemort was still talking, loving to hear his voice apparently, but he wasn't listening to him anymore.
He took a deep breath and gathered his magic, concentrating on his opponent. Thanks to his mage sight, not that he was somewhat calm and focused, he saw many things about the man. He was surely powerful but his magic was dark, twisted, rotting. His soul was no more than a silver of what it should be, he had never seen one so small. Just how many times did the man severed his soul to create horcruxes? He knew he had been one, there was the diary then, the locket and the cup the goblins found. It was already four. It was beyond his comprehension. He could understand fearing death and creating one, but mutilating themselves to this point?
What little he could see of the soul told him that the man was not only insane but so tainted with dark magic that his current body was the result.
Concentrating more he could see several different magic lines coming from his body and leading in all different directions. The majority of them, of a sickly yellow color seemed to be linked to the dark mark, since three of them were connected to the three dead Lestranges. It seemed that their magic, what little remained in their bodies after their death was being absorbed by Voldemort through the marks.
That was worrisome. What if he could steal his death eaters magic at any time? Too much could leave them as squibs or dead. He frowned thinking of Severus.
At the same time, the link between the master and the followers was so strong, thanks to this feature and several other enchantments he could sense in the mark, that if he were to die all his marked minions would follow him in little time. A few days at most.
He would have to remove Severu's mark as soon as he came back, if he managed to get out of here alive and more importantly if he killed Voldemort.
There were other three lines that went from his soul, these ones a sickly green color. His horcruxes then. He made seven in total, he would never believe it if it wasn't for the fact that he had the proof right before his eyes.
One of the sickly lines of magic connected to the snake who was approaching its master. He would have to deal with it and find a way to destroy the other two too if he wanted to kill Voldemort. But how?
He needed a solution and quick. He was losing his forces and the snake, much to his annoyance seemed way too hungry.
"Nagini, my pet, you can feed a little but leave enough for him to remain alive. I will be the one to kill him" he ordered.
"Yesss, Masster" the snake obeyed before starting to slither towards him.
'Shit. I wanted to leave it as a last resort against Voldy but I need it now' he thouth 'wonder how snake flambé tastes'
He was still in a crouched position on his hands and knees. Voldemort thought it was because of weakness but in reality it was the more comfortable position for him to maneuver his tails and use his kitsune elemental powers.
Never taking his eyes off the fast approaching snake, and keeping Voldemort in his line of vision too, he raised two tails and quickly created a ball of fire in between, his nervousness adding also a bit of lightning, and threw it.
Nagini was engulfed in the fire before it could dodge and was hissing in what was the snake equivalent of screaming in anguish as its body burned and melted from the high heat. Voldemort tried to douse his familiar with aguamenti but it did nothing to the fire, impervious to any form of water or other magics.
The dark lord could do nothing but watch as his familiar died in agony in less than a minute, a black cloud rising from its dead body with a wailing scream.
He saw red. One of his precious horcrux was gone! Not only the brat killed his familiar but destroyed one of his means of immortality! They should have been impossible to destroy but then again maybe it wasn't a good idea use a living being that could be killed to store his last one. As quickly as it came, the last thought left his mind. He could do no wrong and he was still immortal and undefeatable!
"You worthless beast" he screeched sending a barrage of crucio and curses towards Harry.
The kitsune was still trying to catch his breath after his last attack and could do nothing but scream as the pain assaulted his body. A curse caught him in the back leaving his skin burned while a cutting curse left him a wound on his abdomen, thankfully he was able to shield at the last moment and it was only superficial.
Alone his injuries were not much, but together they were leaving him in a really bad shape. He was shaking all over from the cuciatus, he was getting dizzy from the blood loss and the entirety of his body hurt.
He needed to end this now he thought as he coughed up blood, his ribs hurting as he did so probably broken.
"Time for you to die Potter. I'm done playing with you" Voldemort spit launching at him a last Avada Kedavra.
Harry raised his tails, all five of them. Three of them went to create a ball of fire and lightning. It was dangerous, even more so than any attack of that kind he tried. He could control only small ball of fires, even if highly dangerous too, but lightning was still untamable for him. Adding it to the attack put him in danger of blowing himself up along with Voldemort and anything in a 2 km radius.
His kitsune was snarling and trashing against the bonds of his rationality, wanting out and kill the inhuman monster with his bare hands; he could feel the lightning threaten to break free of the contains of the sphere he created with fire.
Harry was sweating, that was taking so much more power that he could imagine and possessed at the moment. He would be magically exhausted after that, hopefully not enough to risk becoming a squib.
Just as the killing curse came a mere feet from him he launched his attack, the green spell becoming part of the flaming and crackling inferno directed towards a shocked Dark Lord.
Harry was in no better shape though. While he intended for the ball to leave his tails and hit Voldemort, he was not ready for it to be still connected to him by an infernal river of flames. He was still supplying fire and lightning for his attack and didn't know how to stop.
Voldemort was screaming and trashing, but he would not die, not only because he managed to erect some sort of shield around his body that protected him from the majority of the damage but even if he managed to overpower it, he would not definitely die since he still had his horcruxes out there, while Harry was quickly emptying his magical core.
'I don't want to die!' he thought frantically
I'm such an evil author, leaving you like this... without knowing what will happen to Harry, if Voldemort will survive.. not even a little update on poor Sirius conditions... oh well... Maybe next time?
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