Part 10
Disclaimer: All people you recognize from the books belong to JK Rowling. I own this plotline, Rosie Potter, Aurora Black and Brad and Lucas Lupin.
Author's Note: Okay, I've relented. Here's part 10, the last part. Also, if you have a weak stomach, I'm warning you, don't read this, or skip parts. It's very gruesome. That's why it's rated 'R'.
James opened the door.
Suddenly, Harry threw it shut, and stood with his back against it, blockading it.
"Harry!" James shouted, exasperated.
"Dad, listen to me." Harry said, "Do not open the DOOR!!!!" he said.
"Why not?" James folded his arms.
"Because it's Voldemort." Harry said.
Suddenly, he was thrown forward as the door exploded. He felt shards of wood cut into his back and he fell. He could also feel the blood soaking his clothing. Lily screamed as she saw the shards of wood and the blood pouring out of her son's back.
"Well, I should give you some credit, young Potter." a high, icy cold voice said. Harry didn't need to look to see that it was Voldemort.
Lily gasped, James drew his wand while Brad and Lucas retreated through the door to the kitchen.
"Lily, you get Rosie and leave with her and Harry and Aurora." James said, his face set.
Lily and Aurora raced out of the room, without a second thought. Aurora followed the Lupin twins out the door while Lily raced upstairs.
"Dad, no." Harry said, "I'm staying."
"No, you're getting the hell out of here." James said.
"How touching." Voldemort laughed, a high, frigid laugh, "Father and son, dying together."
"Go to hell, Voldemort." James said.
"I'd rather not." Voldemort said.
"Harry, get out of here." James snapped at him.
"No." Harry said, stubbornly, wincing as the pain rushed through his back, "He can't fight and win against me."
"And why not?" James asked, keeping his eyes on Voldemort.
"Pray tell." Voldemort smirked.
"Priori Incantatem. Our wands can't battle each other properly." Harry said, looking Voldemort in the eye, wincing slightly.
There was the slamming of a door as Rosie ran out of the house.
Lily returned, her face pale, but determined, "Harry, get out."
"Dammit, you too Lily?" James asked,
"How touching, the whole family's come to die?" Voldemort said, in an awful parody of pity. "You don't have to die, Lily. Neither do you, James."
"What are you talking about?" Lily demanded, keeping her wand held steady at Voldemort.
"I only want to kill the brat. He's the Heir." Voldemort said.
Heir of what? Harry thought, bewildered.
"No." James said, his eyes wide. He whirled around to look at Harry.
"Now, let's see..." Voldemort said, twirling his wand, "Potter, should you go through the same as I did? Loosing your mother and father?" he asked.
"No!" Harry yelled. He was going to see his parents die before his very eyes.
"I lost my mother first..." Voldemort whirled on Lily, his wand pointed at her heart,
"Leave Harry alone." Lily said.
"Avada Kedavra!" he whispered.
There was a flash of green light and a rushing sound. When the light disappeared, Lily Potter was lying on the floor, eyes wide open, dead.
"Lily..." James whispered, looking shocked.
"Mum..." Harry muttered dazedly, looking at his dead mother. This can't be happening he thought.
"Then, I lost my father...he never came to claim me...left me in an orphanage...he wasn't dead, but I made sure he ended up dead.." Voldemort said, his crimson-red eyes flickering to James.
"Avada Ked-" he started, but James was ready.
"Expelliarmus!" he shouted, Voldemort's wand going flying.
"You really think that will stop me?" Voldemort laughed again.
"You can't perform magic without a wand, Voldemort." James said, his voice full of triumph.
"Can't I?" Voldemort said.
James's triumphant look disappeared into one of horror.
"NO!!" Harry yelled, even thought he knew he was powerless to stop his father's impending death.
Voldemort extended his left hand towards James,
"Avada Kedavra!" he whispered.
There was another flash of green light and James Potter fell to the ground, dead.
"Dad...oh my God..." Harry muttered dazedly. He had just watched his parents's murders.
"Your turn, Potter." Voldemort turned to Harry.
"You bastard!" Harry spat, his wand level with Voldemort's heart.
"Well, well, well, Godric Gryffindor's heir certainly inherited his spunk." Voldemort's lipase mouth curled into a smile.
"Godric Gryffindor's heir?" Harry started.
"Yes, Potter, Godric Gryffindor's heir. The last obstacle in my path. The heirs of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are already dead."
Harry simply stared at Voldemort with burning hatred.
"Not even going to try and stop me, Potter? Afraid of me?" Voldemort laughed.
"I'm not afraid of you!" Harry snapped. "What're you waiting for? Are you scared of me?"
"Me, scared of a little boy?" Voldemort smirked, "Highly unlikely, Potter."
"Then get it over with." Harry said, hoping inside that whatever had saved him in his world would save him in this one.
Voldemort once again extended his hand, this time pointing it at Harry,
"I'll have a little fun with you before you die." he said, his lipase mouth curling into a smirk, "Crucio!"
Suddenly Harry collapsed to the ground, shuddering with pain. It was as though white-hot lacerations were splitting along his skin; as though fire was running through his veins; as though some sort of animal was ripping him to pieces. Every bone in his body felt like it had shattered; the pain was a sting, an ache, a burn, all in one, and magnified a thousand times. The agony came tumbling from his lips in an anguished scream. It felt like forever before Voldemort had lifted the curse.
Harry rolled onto his hands and knees and coughed. He winced as blood sputtered from his mouth and hit the white carpet.
"Enjoy the pain, Harry?" Voldemort laughed. He whipped his arm at Harry again and the fifteen-year-old went flying into a wall, hitting it hard enough so that the glass in the picture frames shattered.
Harry slid down the wall, the pain in his back intensified by a hundred fold. He slid down the wall, leaving fresh blood stains. He launched into a coughing fit, coughing up even more blood. This is hell. he thought dazedly. Before he could fully recover from the shock, he was thrown into the steps.
Harry landed hard on his left leg and heard a crack. He looked down and winced. His leg was broken, he was sure of it. After all, most normal legs didn't have a bit of bone sticking out of them. Then, to add more injury and pain, Voldemort raised his hand once again,
"Crucio"
Pain once again filled every atom of Harry's body. It intensified as time went on. I'm going to die, was the only clear thought in his head. It was a full ten minutes before Voldemort lifted the curse.
"Did that hurt, Harry?" he heard Voldemort's voice laughing at him, mocking him, "I suppose it's time to put you out of your misery."
Harry raised his head and looked at Voldemort. He knew what was coming. Through the haze of pain clouding his mind, he stared resolutely at Voldemort. He knew perfectly well that blood was coursing down his back and leg and every where else he had been cut. But, he grabbed onto the stair railing and forced himself up. He would die standing upright, not lying down like a coward.
Voldemort raised his hand once last time, to deliver the killing curse,
"Avada Kedavra!"
The words were softly spoken, but Harry could feel the power. The last thing he would see was Voldemort's smirking face, the last thing he would hear was his laugher, high, cynical and mocking.
The green light rushed towards Harry. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at what could be his death.
Then a searing pain on his forehead and piercing scream made him open his eyes. The curse had rebounded on it's originator and Voldemort was withering in agony.
Harry watched in grotesque fascination as Voldemort exploded into tiny particles. A warm, red liquid dripped into his eyes. Blood.. he thought, I'm bleeding more.. he thought, raising a hand to his forehead where he felt blood, warm and sticky, centering from a lightning shaped cut.
Then, before he could move another muscle, he found his world fading into whiteness, the pain ebbing away and a feeling like he was falling backwards.
He fell backwards through dimensions, until he reached his destination.
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"Harry..." a voice whispered. Harry recognized it as Lupin's.
"Please be all right," another voice, a sad, female one. Hermione, he thought
"Fight this, Harry," Ron's voice said.
"He's strong, he'll beat it," a dull voice said, it was Sirius's.
Harry blinked a few times. Then he opened his eyes fully. He saw Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron and Dumbledore standing around him, in a hospital bed. But they were very blurry. He reached for the bedside table and put on his glasses.
"You're all right." Sirius said hoarsely, "You fell down the steps, but you were only out for a couple of hours."
"It's amazing...you were in a coma..." Lupin said softly.
"You had us really worried, Harry." Ron said.
I was only out for a few hours...but I was in that other world for months...Harry thought, confused.
Something warm and wet dripped onto his nose. Harry was confused, what is that?
Suddenly, Hermione pointed at his forehead in shock, "Harry...your scar..." she whispered.
Harry put his hand up to his scar and felt warm, sticky blood.
"I'd like to sleep." he said.
"Of course." Dumbledore said. Then the others left.
Harry lay his head back onto the pillows, putting his glasses onto the night stand. He pulled his hand away from his head. It was covered in fresh blood.
Was it a dream? he asked himself, before slipping into a dreamless sleep.
The end...finally...please review, please? Tell me what you honestly think.