Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 24 Trying to Escape
A.N. Let's see, where did I leave Harry? Oh yeah, he had just gotten out of his cell, while James stormed out of the room. What will happen next? Will he escape unharmed, even though he has no idea where he is. Maybe. Or will he face a horrifying and gruesome death? Who knows? Just read and find out.
J Malena J
Harry walked over to the hallway and looked down the corridor. No one was coming. Harry silently sneaked out of the dungeon room and down the hall. The corridors were deserted and Harry felt unnerved that he hadn't met anyone yet.
Perhaps they're at a Death Eater meeting, Harry told himself, but he still kept his wand out. He continued to walk, trying to find his way out of wherever he was, but it was like a maze in there. And the fact that Harry had no clue to where he had been transported to, didn't help him at all.
Finally, Harry spotted a window. He looked out of it, but all he saw was miles and miles of ocean. He didn't know that he had been transported that far. Harry turned away from the window and went back to walking.
After what felt like an hour Harry found a chamber, it looked like a great, big, duplicate of the Chamber of Secrets. Harry found himself wandering through the chamber, over to the doors on the other side. The doors hadn't been in the original Chamber of Secrets. Harry went over to investigate.
Upon the door was the Dark Mark, a giant black snake protruding from the mouth of a skull. Harry put his ear to the door. He heard voices, he recognized Voldemort's high pitched voice, as well as James's. Harry turned to leave, but he found himself face to face with Narcissa.
"Well, well, well," Narcissa snarled. "Trying to run for it? Didn't work well did it."
Harry opened his mouth to reply scathingly, but Narcissa grabbed his arm, hard, and pulled him through the door with the Dark Mark.
"My lord," Narcissa said hurriedly, "I found him." She released Harry's arm and pushed him forward.
Voldemort glared at Harry, a look of utmost loathing on his face. He raised his wand, and before Harry knew what was happening, he had been hit with the Cruciatus Curse once again.
Harry fell to his knees and gritted his teeth so not to scream in pain. Every bone on his body was aching when the spell was taken off of him. The spell that Voldemort performed right after the Cruciatus Curse was Avada Kedavra. The spell hit his already injured arm, and the pain doubled. Harry glanced at his arm and saw that it looked burnt and it was bleeding.
Voldemort turned to Narcissa.
"Go get the other Death Eaters, we're going to do it now."
Narcissa smiled cruelly and exited the room.
Voldemort watched her leave, before turning to Harry.
"It was unwise to try and escape Harry," Voldemort said softly, staring at Harry with his crimson eyes. James was staring at the floor.
"No one escapes from this place, no one who has tried has escaped. Besides the winding halls, there are booby traps. Why, just yesterday James found the body of a man who had tried to escape. His head was cut off."
Voldemort gave a small smile and started to circle around Harry, like a vulture.
"After last years battle, I was more mad at you than I ever was. I even considered just killing you and not giving you a chance to battle me, one last time. But I did. And in a few seconds, we will see who is the strongest." Voldemort turned and retreated to the other side of the room. All of a sudden there were popping noises all around the room. Death Eaters were apparating all around them. Their faces were not covered, like they usually were.
Fear was coursing through Harry's body. He kept telling himself that he could survive Avada Kedavra, and that he would be able to find a way out, but he didn't believe himself.
When all of the Death Eaters had apparated, and were standing around Harry and Voldemort, Voldemort spoke again.
"As you all know, this boy was known as my downfall. After his mother's foolish sacrifice, he can now survive Avada Kedavra as well. I'm going to prove to you today, that he is not, and never will be my downfall. You may ask, how I am going to do this without using the spell that has claimed so many lives, I say, there's more than one way to skin a cat." Harry wasn't paying much attention. He was watching James, who had just ran out of the chamber and into a different room.
"Well, Potter, it looks like you've reached the end of your life," Voldemort was saying. "As I said two years ago, there is no Dumbledore here to protect you, and no mother to die for you. And your father doesn't care if you die or not." Voldemort smiled, before he bowed.
Harry didn't bow. He just glared at Voldemort, with his scar burning upon his forehead.
Voldemort scowled and said, "You're going to die Potter, whether you bow or not." Harry gave in and bowed.
Meanwhile, in a different room, James was in denial. He kept on saying to himself that this wasn't his fault, and that nothing could be done about it. He put his head in his hands and thought hard.
There is nothing I can do, there is nothing I can do, James repeated over and over to himself. Or is there?
James's eyes started to glow red again. He shook his head and the glowing went away.
"Of course there's something I can do," James said aloud. "But what?" James got up and started to pace.
"There must be a way," James said, looking around the room for an idea. There were potion bottles all over the room, for when James was trying to find a way to block Avada Kedavra.
The potion bottles suddenly gave James an idea, and he got to work.
Outside of the room, Harry was in deep trouble. He had gotten hit with the Cruciatus Curse two more times, and he was in immense pain. The only thing Voldemort had been hit with was the disarming charm, it hadn't done anything drastic, but it had given Harry a little more time to think about what to do next while Voldemort rubbed his head.
"That was not smart, Potter," Voldemort snarled angrily. He raised his wand and screeched, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry dodged the spell and it hit a Death Eater in the face.
Voldemort took no notice of the dead Death Eater on the floor. He raised his wand again and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" again. This time the spell hit Harry in the chest. The air was knocked out of him and he fell down, gasping to the floor. He stood up again and faced Voldemort.
James was throwing different potions into a giant gold cauldron in the other room. He had no clue what he was making, he only had one person in mind. Harry.
Voldemort glared at Harry once more, before raising his wand again.
"Kniffinso!" Voldemort bellowed. All of a sudden, twenty knifes appeared out of thin air all of them pointing at Harry.
"Charonif!" Voldemort cried. All of the knifes flew forward at an amazing speed. Harry jumped out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough. A knife went straight into his side, while all of the other knifes flew into the wall.
Harry gasped and fell to his knees. The knife was stuck in his side, and he didn't want to know how badly he was injured. He didn't want to look at his wound. He knew this was the end. Harry got to his feet again and pulled the knife from his side with a yank. It was covered in blood. Harry looked at the knife for a moment, before he threw it to the side. He took his wand in his right hand, even though there was no way to protect himself. He put his other hand over his wound.
"Give up Harry," Voldemort said with a twisted smile on his face, "There's no way to win."
Voldemort raised his wand again, but before he could say another word, a door to the right burst open, and James came out, holding a test tube filled with a purple liquid.
"My lord, I figured it out," James said, holding up the liquid. "This is it, this is the way to block Avada Kedavra."
Voldemort smiled, and motioned for James to come closer. James carried the potion over to Voldemort and handed it to him.
"What's in it?" Voldemort asked, looking through the test tube.
"Er… It is a long list of ingredients, I have the list in the other room. Voldemort smiled and lifted the tube to his lips.
"Here's to immortality." Voldemort whispered, but he hesitated. He pulled the test tube away from his lips and stared at it again. It was a calculating look. He glanced at James for a moment, and then at Avery.
"Come here Avery," Voldemort said. Avery walked across the circle of Death Eaters, and past Harry, who was still bleeding from his side.
"Avery, drink this," Voldemort said.
"W-what?" Avery stuttered.
"Drink it! I want only the best for the best," Voldemort sneered.
"Thank you my lord," Avery said. He took the test tube and lifted it to his mouth.
He drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone was staring apprehensively at Avery, even James.
All of a sudden, his stomach lurched and his skin color started to change. He was gasping for air and boils were bursting out all over his body. Every Death Eater, Voldemort, Harry, and James, was looking at Avery as he fell to the floor. In the confusion, James took out an object from his pocket and put a spell on it.
"Catch!" He yelled to Harry. James threw the object to Harry, who caught it with the hand covered in blood. Harry had a feeling like something pulling him by his navel. In a second he had disappeared.
James had turned the object into a Portkey back to Hogwarts. Now everyone was staring at James, except for Avery, who had blown up a few seconds earlier. Voldemort was glaring angrily at James.
"That was not smart, Potter," He growled angrily.