AN: Hi everyone! So I quickly wrote this chapter in one hit whilst giving Trick or Treaters sweets and shoving them down the driveway. I do hope you likey. Thank you to those who reviewed, they make me happy. Sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed, it's nearly midnight in Australia and I wanted to get it out. The story is coming to a close soon so I'd like to thank those who have been with me through the start and continued to explore my very first fanfiction with me *hugs and throws chocolate frogs to everyone* I hope you enjoy this chapter. Flames will be added to the ring of fire in this chapter to fuel it even more.

I don't own Harry Potter *kicks a chair in anger*

Harry almost ran to Dumbledore and for a hug but remained where he was. He flicked the water from the tidal wave which had just splashed his face. The old Headmaster stood on the edge of the cliff with his robes and beard flapping in the wind. Voldemort got to his feet with his soaked robes weighing him down. He cast a drying charm on himself before snarling at Dumbledore.

"Oops, didn't see you there," Dumbledore said innocently as he twirled his wand through his fingers. "How careless of you to be in the way of a wave."

Voldemort threw a curse and Dumbledore lazily flicked the attack away. He tried twice again and had the same result.

"Harry, get out of here," Dumbledore ordered.

Snape automatically made his way over to the boy but Sirius cut in front of him.

"I'll take my godson, thank you, Snivillius," Sirius spat as he shouldered past him.

"Be my guest, dog," Snape said and tripped Sirius up as he strutted past.

"Behave, you two," Dumbledore scolded as he cast a Stupefy at Voldemort. "Tom, stay still!"

Death Eaters began to duel the Order once again and Sirius ran to Harry but was knocked aside by Dolohov. Tonks retaliated and she and Dolohov were caught up in a splendid duel. Harry had to duck a few flyaway spells and scampered backwards out of harm's way. Spells flew over his head as he used his Quidditch skills to avoid flying objects. He covered his face as spells hit the ground and spat up rocks and dirt towards his eyes. Everyone was too busy fighting each other to notice him escape except Greyback.

"Come here, boy," Greyback snarled as he chased the boy.

"Give up, Tom," Dumbledore said as he and Voldemort circled each other, clearly ignoring the other fights happening around them.

"Why protect the boy, Albus?" Voldemort asked as he focused his wand at Dumbledore's heart. "Why are you so bent on keeping him from me?"

"There is a reason, and you do not need to know."

"I'm not a child anymore, professor."

Voldemort threw a dark spell and Dumbledore threw up a shield just in time but Voldemort apparated behind him and cast a crippling spell on Dumbledore's wand arm. Dumbledore cried out in pain and dropped the wand and Voldemort kicked him away. He reached down to scoop the wand up and pointed it at the older wizard. Dumbledore clutched his shattered arm and looked up through his askewed glasses.

"How would you like to be killed by your own wand?" Voldemort taunted and had the killing spell ready on his lipless mouth. Something small tackled Voldemort around the waist and they both slammed onto the ground. The Dark Lord craned his neck up to look at the tackler. Harry scrambled to Voldemort's face and punched him right where his nose should have been.

"You stay away from him!" Harry hollered as he punched the same spot again.

"Harry, no!" Dumbledore wheezed, still in pain. He dragged himself across the ground and Snape tripped over him.

"Flaming Firewhisky, Albus! Stop laying about," Snape lectured as he regained his balance and deflected Malfoy's sneaky spell.

"Such Muggle brutality," Voldemort tutted as he shoved Harry away. "And where is Greyback? I saw him chase you."

Harry pointed in the direction of the werewolf and Greyback was curled up in the foetal position clutching his crown jewels. Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"Pathetic excuse for a beast," the bald wizard snarled as he turned his focus back to Harry. "You dare to fight me unarmed, Harry?"

Harry swallowed and his palms began to sweat. He had no idea what he was thinking as he talked the most evil wizard in history. He just wanted to protect Dumbledore and now here he was with no plan and no weapon whilst his opponent had two wands. Voldemort smirked as he sensed Harry's fear. He titled his head to the side to dodge a spell from behind and sighed.

"Harry, run," Dumbledore begged as he felt his broken bones crunch together.

"I don't think so," Voldemort growled. He swished his wand and a large fire snake erupted from it and slithered around the pair. The grass beneath the snake caught alight and the fire encased the two wizards and separated them from the battle. The few idiotic Death Eaters that didn't get out of the way caught on fire and screamed as they burned. Order members were trying to extinguish them. The fire snake bit his own tail and the ring was complete. The walls were high and the heat was intense. Harry began to sweat and there was no way to escape.

"So you are my equal?"Voldemort sneered as he began to walk forward casually.

"What?" Harry asked, clearly confused.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"You don't know the prophecy?"

"What?"

Voldemort put his bone handled wand to his lips in thought.

"Dumbledore didn't tell you? And neither did Severus."

"Tell me what? What does Snape know? How do you know?" The heat was almost unbearable and Harry was feeling faint. Outside the walls the Order could be heard yelling and casting spells to remove the fire but everything they tried had failed.

"Why, Severus told me...well half of it anyway. Have you ever thought why I have tried to kill you? Why I am after you? Who is responsible for your parent's deaths?"

"You're responsible," Harry spat.

"Am I now?" Voldemort jeered, clearly enjoying the torment that Harry was going through. The boy was told nothing which surprised him; surely Dumbledore would have explained why he was a target. It was frustrating in a way that he wouldn't get the other half of the prophecy out of the boy. Harry looked confused at the answer.

"Physically...yes I am responsible. I did cast those spells that killed the Potters. However I would never have done so if Severus hadn't told me of the prophecy that he had heard in the pub. His news sealed your parent's fate."

"You...you're lying," Harry choked out. Snape could never have betrayed his mother. They looked so happy in the photographs when they were younger. Why would Snape keep them if he hated her?

"Am I now? Ask him yourself," Voldemort suggested and he held his palm out to the fire and it split right where Snape stood. Voldemort beckoned the Potion Master forward and the fire sealed itself once he was in the premises.

"Tell me, Severus," Voldemort said sweetly. "Who told me about the prophecy?"

Snape paled at the question and his eyes flickered to Harry.

"Who led me to kill Lily Potter? Who is the real reason this boy has no parents?"

Snape remained silent but Harry could see regret and pain in his eyes without the use of Occlumency. Voldemort was telling the truth. Harry felt his blood boil with anger. He clenched his sweaty palms into fist so tight that his fingernails pierced his skin. Blood seeped from his wounds and tears moistened his eyes.

"You betrayed my mother," Harry said angrily, his voice shook with rage. "Everybody loved my parents but you killed them. Nobody loves you...it should have been you who should have died!"

"Yes, that's it, Harry," Voldemort encouraged. "Let all your anger out, fuel the fire. Release your inner power. This man is the reason you have nothing."

Harry closed his eyes and tears leaked past his eyelids. All the unfair detentions, poor grades, snide remarks and constant attempts at expulsion. All the venom Snape spread about his father and the torment he endured from the man just became too much. He had never felt such rage, he wanted to kill Snape. He longed to snatch Voldemort's wand from his cold bony fingers and cast the killing curse at the Dungeon Bat. Harry stopped his train of thought. He was no killer. The sudden urge to kill rose within him again and then it clicked. Voldemort was inside his mind; brainwashing him to kill the professor.

"Take the wand, Harry. Avenge your parents".

Harry grabbed his head and screamed in pain as Voldemort tortured his mind with images of his parent's death and the looping command to kill Snape. Harry turned and ran...right into the fire.

"Potter!" Snape called out but Harry didn't stop. He burst through the fire wall and flames clung to his flesh and clothes. He headed towards the edge of the cliff and showed no signs of slowing down.

"Harry!" Dumbledore bellowed. Sirius transformed into Padfoot and ran after his godson; his four legs ran faster than two legs. He closed the gap rapidly but Harry was almost at the edge, there was no way Sirius would reach him in time. He barked to get Harry's attention but the boy would not listen. Harry felt his flesh peel away and his clothes melt to his body. He then jumped off the cliff and both the Dark and the Light sides watched as the Boy-Who-Lived splashed down into the water below. The salt water burned his skin even more as it washed over him as he broke the surface of the ocean. His skin began to harden and he tried to peel his clothes away from him but they were firmly stuck to his body. Voldemort disappeared from his mind and he was himself again. He looked to the side as a second body dove near him and pulled him to the surface. Harry coughed and spat the salt water from his lungs as he stared at Snape.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, POTTER?" Snape bellowed as he struggled to stay afloat with his robes on. He unclasped his cloak and let it float away. He forced Harry over to a small alcove in the cliff and hauled both of them up. Harry's skin was red and continued to peel. Snape grabbed his arm and they apparated back to the cottage just as spells were thrown towards them from above. They landed on the path leading to the cottage and Snape ran with Harry to the door and pushed him in. Harry was left in the living room as Snape headed straight to his potions cupboard and grabbed three vials, one small bottle and a large jar. He spelled Harry's clothes away and left the boy stark naked in the middle of the room. Harry didn't care and stood there as his professor thrust a vial in his hands.

"Drink this Pain Reducer," he ordered as slathered thick white paste over Harry's charred skin. The boy hissed in pain as his raw skin was abused even more even though Snape's touch was gentle but quick. In no time his body was white and thick in the paste. Snape then tipped a liquid from another vial all over Harry's head and rubbed it in his hair.

"Of all the idiotic things, Potter. What made you do that?" Snape scolded as the first layer of paste absorbed rapidly into Harry's skin. He gathered the jar of paste and applied it all over Harry's body again.

"He was in my head," Harry said quietly and squirmed as Snape rubbed paste into his arm.

"The Dark Lord?"

"He was brainwashing me, he wanted me to kill you."

Snape grunted. "You had to put your mind on something else to force him out."

"Fire hurts," Harry confessed stupidly.

"Of course it hurts! Your skin is melting away from your body, you stupid child. You are just extremely lucky that I have burn paste and hair replenisher in stock. Here's the paste, do your own private areas whilst I do your back."

Harry did as he was told, secretly glad that the fire had not spread too much there. Snape muttered under his breath about stupid Gryffindors and that Harry should get a ticket for the Wizard Lottery with all the luck that he has. They waited in silence as the paste began to absorb.

"Is what Voldemort said true?" Harry asked sadly.

Snape looked at him and grimaced and looked away.

"I hate you," Harry said with no emotion. "I will never forgive you for this."

"I have yet to forgive myself."

The paste disappeared and Harry's skin had healed well. There were only a few marks on him and Snape applied Dittany to heal them. He then handed Harry a tall vial.

"Go to your room, put this on your skin and get dressed," Snape instructed. "It's a skin soother and will put moisture back into your skin. You are to remain here."

Snape turned on his heel and marched out of the door. Harry followed the instructions and his heart was still heavy from the truth. How could Dumbledore tell Harry to trust the man who had led the Voldemort to kill his parents? He looked in the mirror and saw that he was healed from the burns. The only scar he had was the stupid lightning bolt on his forehead. There was a loud knock on the front door and Harry opened it without thinking.

"Nathan! Long time no see, bro," Derek exclaimed and clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry winced from the dull ache he had as his skin was still recovering. "There's a huge fire at the beach and some crazy people are there. Come and see!"

Harry was plonked on the front of Derek's bike and the other boy peddled like a cheetah towards the beach. His heart dropped when Derek turned down a pathway and Harry saw a large white lighthouse with blue paint on it. Voldemort had been this close all along? Sure enough Harry looked towards the cliff and saw the ring of fire still in place.

"Crazy hey?" Derek commented.

"Derek, turn around," Harry commanded.

"Don't worry, mate. We won't get close."

"No, seriously, don't get any closer."

"Aw come on, Professor Prince won't catch us he...is that your uncle?"

Harry looked in the direction that Derek pointed at and saw Snape running towards the battlefield. The order were out-numbered, they needed backup. He knew just what to do.

"Derek, get up to the cliff," Harry said.

"Change of heart? Ok, let's go!"

Harry gripped the handlebars as Derek took them along the path and close to the cliff. Harry jumped off the handlebars before Derek pulled to a halt and ran to the battle.

"What are you doing?" Derek yelled as he dropped his bike and sprinted after him.

Lupin turned around at the voices and almost dropped his wand. "Harry!"

"Keep the Muggle back, Lupin," Harry ordered. Lupin looked confused as Harry ran past him but then saw the other boy.

"Hold it there, son. It's far too dangerous," Lupin said as he blocked Derek's path.

"But my friend's up there," Derek protested. "Let me pass."

"I can't allow that."

Derek tried to shove past him and Lupin stunned him and carefully laid him down on the grass. He watched as Harry neared the fire. The teenager ran straight to Malfoy and headbutted him in the stomach. Malfoy wheezed in pain and dropped his wand. Harry scooped it up and looked at the fire.

"Hey, Snake Face!" he called out. The whole battle stopped and Snape looked ready to explode in anger that the boy refused to follow orders. The fire ring vanished and Voldemort stared at Harry whilst a clearly tortured Dumbledore laid at his feet.

"SECTUMSEMPERA!" Harry bellowed and the spell cut through Voldemort's wand and split the bone handled weapon in half. Dumbledore's wand slipped from his sleeve and landed on the floor. Almost immediately Aurors and Ministry workers apparated to their location at Harry's use of under aged magic. Fudge appeared and puffed his chest out importantly.

"Harry Potter, you are..." Fudge saw Voldemort and the dark wizard snarled as he turned on the spot and disapparated. He looked stunned and slowly saw the other Death Eaters; Malfoy, Dolohov, Bellatrix and a few nameless faces.

"Oh Merlin, he's back!" Fudge squeaked. "I saw him with my own eyes."

The Aurors got to work and arrested the Death Eaters.

"Well looky here," a large plump man said as he held his wand out at Sirius. "We also have Sirius Black!"

"And Peter Pettigrew," Tonks said as she showed them a small cage with a recognizable rat squeaking inside.

Snape ran to Dumbledore's side and checked him over. "We need to get him to St Mungos."

"No," Fudge said. "We will have St Mungos healers come to the Ministry where he will stay. Along with everyone here. You are all under arrest."