Harry Potter
And the
Silver Bullet Faction
When we last left Harry, he had taken the power of the legendary Multus and set off to destroy Garef and save his friends. But after finally defeating the monster, he realized that his troubles were just the tip of the iceberg. He must return Ron and Hermione to a safe spot around Hogwarts soon. And to top it off, who should arrive, but He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the evil lord Voldemort. Finally, it seems as if yet another all-out clash is going to arise between the two. But has Harry's luck finally run out? Or is his new power going to prove sufficient enough to defeat the evil magical superpower once and for all?
Chapter 10
The Ultimate Clash.
"Avada Ked - GRGHHHH..." Garef stopped dead, the slab of silver jammed into his chest. He coughed - only for a moment, then dissolved into a pile of smoldering ash.
"Boo-ya!" Ken shouted in triumph. "What? What? That's what you get! That's what I said now don't forget! Think you can beat him? Don't even bother! That's what you get when you mess with Potter!"
"Oh, really?" A very high voice said, that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
"It's him." Ron swallowed. "It's him, Harry. He's here."
"Yes. I know." Harry felt a tingle run down his spine. That voice - he remembered all too well their duel last year. The pain, the fear was still fresh in his mind, as if it had all happened just a moment ago.
"You." Harry said. "I am going to make you pay for what you've done. For Cedric and his family. For Bertha Jorkins and that old man. For my parents. And for all the others you have killed overtime." He turned, facing the dark wizard. "You - you're about to fell the pain they felt, Voldemort." Ron and Hermione gasped, and backed into a corner, this being the first time they had ever met Voldemort in person. Ken was stunned.
"What? How dare you call me by my first name! How dare you... it should be a name you should have grown to FEAR!"
Harry just glared at him for a moment. Then he spoke. "I'm not afraid of a name. A name can't hurt you." Voldemort's eyes widened in fury and shock. "Just like I'm not afraid of you."
"WHAT!?! You insolent little brat! You should be afraid-"
"Of what?" Harry demanded. "You're nothing but a bully, Voldemort. If you were powerless to defeat me, you would be afraid. Just like the fear I saw on your hideous face the day of the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Remember, Voldemort? Priori Incantatem?"
Voldemort looked thunderstruck, but Harry just continued. "And now, I have discovered something that has brought my magical power to rival that of even yours, Voldemort. I have found the Multus."
Voldemort was suddenly wearing an expression of complete shock. Harry smirked.
"You brat!" He screeched. "I have searched for that artifact for years! To make myself the ultimate magical entity! And instead, you go and find it and take it from me!!! How dare you!" He pulled out his wand.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry raised his hand, and the wand flew out of Voldemort's hand.
"YOU!!! DIE!!!" The dark lord pointed his finger at Harry.
"HARRY! REMEMBER! YOU CAN'T BLOCK IT!" Hermione yelled.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light, and what seemed like a wall of wind hit Harry. Its death force was so powerful, it crumbled the wall behind it, raising a massive cloud of dust.
Hermione shrieked. Ron and Ken both stared on in horror, speechless.
Voldemort seemed satisfied, and began to laugh evilly. But then he stopped. Staring in shock, he and the others watched as the smoke cleared. At first it seemed as if it was over, but then they realized what had happened.
As a little smoke cleared from the air and the ground, they saw a shock of messy black hair and a pair of shoes appear. When all the smoke finally cleared, there was Harry, standing there, very much alive.
"How?" Voldemort stared, dumbstruck.
Harry just glowered.
"How... how... HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO KILL YOU!?!?!"
"Not anymore." Harry told him. "Because it's over. IT ALL ENDS HERE! NOW!" Harry charged Voldemort, who was surprised at his audacity. Harry stopped right in front of Voldemort, grabbed him by the shoulder, and shouted. "CRUCIO!"
Voldemort shrieked in pain, a fire surged through his body, seeming unstoppable, tearing him to pieces. Harry was almost in equal pain, as his contact with Voldemort was his weakness, causing his scar to burn furiously.
"Now... you know... what it's like... now... NOW YOU KNOW THE HORROR!"
"BRAAAAAAAAAT!!!" The dark wizard screamed.
"It's done! It's over! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry shouted. A green wave seemed to overtake the room, and a rushing sound, like a freight train passing by, echoed throughout the hall.
The light dimmed. The dust cleared. And there stood Harry, who slowly lowered his hand. Voldemort lie on the floor, motionless, his eyes wide open in fear.
"Harry..." He heard Hermione stammer. "Harry, you did it! You defeated... He... He Who, oh, I'll say it, you killed Voldemort!"
"Wow, just like that." Ken murmured. "Just like that, you wasted the most sinister, evil, infamous, and might I say, UGLY dark wizards of all time."
"It's... it's over." Ron smiled, and stood up. Then he actually walked over to Voldemort's corpse, and spat on it.
"Come on, Harry, let's go home." Ken said silently.
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "It's time. The fear. It's all ended. Thanks, you guys, for standing by me all the way. Thank you." Harry turned. They all walked up to the door, and made their way into the hall.
"You know, it all ended so easily. It's just so... so strange." Harry told them. "It was over so quick. Listen, you guys, we've got to hurry back, and fast..."
"HARRY!" Hermione shrieked, but it was too late.
"Stehlenora!" A voice shouted, and Harry felt the tip of a wand jab into his back. He felt all of his strength leaving him, the force that the Multus had given him, leaving... leaving... he saw the world, turning red around him, and fading...
He opened his eyes, lying on the floor. He was only out for a moment, but all the same.
"Now, Harry, you will PAY." Voldemort's voice told him. So he wasn't dead... was this a trick? Had he planned this? What happened...
"Watch as I slowly annihilate your friends ONE BY ONE!" Voldemort turned and raised his wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" He shouted. Suddenly, Ron fell to the floor, eyes open, staring straight up.
Hermione whimpered.
"Oh, don't worry, now it's your turn!" He turned to her.
"BACK OFF!" Ken stepped in the way.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Ken fell aside, motionless.
"Ken - RON!!!" Harry wanted to help, so badly, but he felt so weak, and the world seemed so distant.
"Now, for you!" Voldemort raised his wand to Hermione.
But he felt something grab his wrist. He turned.
"NOT TODAY." Harry told him firmly, emanating the sort of fearsomeness like Dumbledore had when he had stunned Barty Crouch Jr.
"You are no match for me anymore, boy. I have taken all of the power you stole from me when you took the Multus." He cackled.
Even in his new body, Voldemort was not that physically strong, Harry knew. The only reason he was feared was that he was so good at killing. But Harry still held onto his wrist, and slowly, twisted it behind his back, making Voldemort begin to groan in pain.
Harry plunged into his robes for his wand, but Voldemort brought his elbow back into his chest, knocking him back slightly.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort turned his wand, and Hermione fell on her back, silent.
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. His fury was beyond words, beyond screaming, beyond tears. He never thought it was possible to see red. But it was happening. A blood vessel must have burst in his eye, because everything was truly turning red.
"NOW YOU DIE."
Harry just stared on, not caring, just simply furious.
"Avada Ke-"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" A burst of light seemed to explode from Harry, throwing Voldemort straight into the wall. Lightning flew from his eyes, his fingertips, and all of it seemed to be striking the dark lord, who fell to the floor.
"Never..." Voldemort said. "Never have I been so wronged. This is it. Boy... I will teach you respect. I will teach you fear. I will have... MY REVENGE!!!"
"In... your... dreams..." Harry murmured furiously under his breath.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort pulled out his wand.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted. Suddenly, once again, their two wands connected in a beam in midair, several bead formed between them on the beam, and a cage, as if made of thousnds of golden strands, seemed to surround them.
"What?" Voldemort gasped, surveying the sight around him. "Priori Incantatem? But how? This is a different wand!" Then he turned to Harry. "No... a little bit of the Multus must be left in you... that MUST be it. There's just no other way..."
The beads of light on the beam between them seemed to be moving toward Voldemort's wand once more. But Harry still couldn't hold out much longer. As memories of their previous duel flooded his head, he realized that his skull was hurting even more.
He concentrated every ounce of his being on the beam, and sure enough, the bead touched the tip of the wand.
Any second now, Harry thought sadly in the back of his head, Any second now, and Ron and Hermione will come out of that wand, all silver, like Cedric, and that old man, and Bertha, and my parents...
But they did not appear. This must have confused Voldemort equally. He pulled his wand up and dove aside, just as the beam from the wands shot past, putting a hole through the wall.
"Where... where are they? I killed them!" Voldemort shouted.
"NOT QUITE! STUPEFY!" Two voices shouted from either side of him, and two red beams struck, knocking him back.
"Ron! Hermione!" Harry turned to them.
"You can't kill us! We're already dead!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Where's Ken? Is he..."
"I'm fine. Did anyone get the number of that bus?" He asked.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Voldemort shouted. "Harry, we will fight another day, but your little friends are as good as dead! Blasteo!" He yelled, and the walls crumbled. There, in the distance, Harry saw the sun rising.
"I'LL DESTROY YOU SOME DAY, HARRY POTTER!" And with that, Voldemort disapperated.
"Harry! We'll never make it out of here on time!" Hermione cried.
"Oh yes, we will." Harry reassured her. "Everyone, put a hand on my shoulder." He concentrated on Hogwarts castle with all his might... the three held on to his shoulder, without the slightest idea what he was doing.
"Hurry up, Harry." Ron urged him. He was starting to blister badly.
"Harry..." Hermione started.
"Quiet!" He commanded. He imagined them all appearing outside the grounds at Hogwarts...
...and they were right there.
"Hurry! Get inside!" Harry instructed. He followed them up the hill to Hagrid's hut. He would have appeared in one of the dungeons, but you couldn't apparate onto Hogwart's grounds. The sun was rising up over the hills...
Ron and Hermione tore through the hallway and into the castle. They both headed left down a stairway into one of the dungeons.
"Harry!" A voice said behind him. It was Dumbledore. "Come. We must help Ron and Hermione right away. We are losing time." He stepped ahead of him and lead Harry and Ken down into the dungeon, where they found Ron and Hermione sitting in the desks, sorely burnt, the only light in the room coming from and oil lamp on a nearby desk.
"What can we do, Headmaster?" Harry asked him.
"Don't worry, Harry. Snape is due to arrive at any moment. He has supposedly found a cure for Vampirism that his team of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were working on."
"Will they be all right?"
"Of course, of course. So long as one of them doesn't just waltz up the stairs and outside." Dumbledore added.
Hermione suddenly jumped out of her seat as if someone had put the Crucious Curse on her for a fraction of a second.
"Professor!" She shrieked. "What about our O.W.L.S.? We've missed the tests, haven't we? Oh no, we're going to fail!" She bolted for the doorway, but Harry stepped in front of her.
"Miss Granger, please calm down." Dumbledore told her politely. "You have not missed the O.W.L.S. They will begin next week."
"But I'll have barely any time to study! And we've missed half of our lessons!" She exclaimed shrilly.
"Miss Granger, it will be all right." He reassured her. "Right now, we have to worry more about your health. I am confident that Professor Snape-"
"Headmaster! I came back just in time. Here is the antidote we finished. It should work perfectly well." Snape told them as he entered the dungeon, carrying a vile of amber liquid.
"Thank you, Professor Snape." Snape handed Dumbledore the vial.
"Who are you?" Snape turned and asked Ken.
"Is that it?" Ken asked.
"Yes." Dumbledore replied as he twisted the cork off the top. "Here, now. Take a sip of it, both of you." He handed it to Hermione first. She drank a little, and passed it to Ron. He took a quick swig too, while the color began returning to Hermione's cheeks.
Pretty soon, he was looking a lot less sickly than before.
"You should be all right. Now, come with me, so that we may all discuss this. Severus, thank you."
"Of course, headmaster." Snape replied. He may have saved Ron and Hermione's lives, but Harry could still tell that Snape was hoping Harry's actions would get him expelled.
"Now, come with me." Dumbledore said.
"All- all right." Harry replied shakily, and he, Ron, and Hermione all followed him. Ken began, but then stopped.
"Is something wrong, Mister Hunt?" Dumbledore asked.
"Nothing. It's just, well, goodbye. It's time for me to leave."
"Just like that?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, I do have to catch the next flight, you know. There's a situation I need to handle somewhere else." He pulled a shining golden piece of parchment out of his pocket, which read URGENT - and looked like a memo.
"Where to?" Harry asked as they stepped into the dawn sunlit hall. "Not back to heaven, I suppose?"
"Naah. Not for now. I'm going to the next best place. Goodbye, everyone. It's been fun, but I'm always on the run." And with that, he hurried out the front door.
"Ken, where exactly are you going?" Harry asked.
"To a nice place in America." He shouted, still jogging away. "To a state called Pennsylvania."
And with that, he disappeared.
Harry stepped back into the hallway, and followed Dumbledore up to the medical ward.
As soon as they entered, they saw Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Ginny, and Bill and Charlie all waiting for Ron. And sitting over in the corner was...
"Viktor!" Hermione shouted.
"Herm-own-ninny!" He stood up. "You are all right?"
"Yeah, thanks to Harry and Ron here."
"I came out here as soon as I heard. You are... you are burnt." He added, staring at her face.
"It's nothing."
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley shouted and began to hug him uncontrollably.
"Mum! Mum, stop it! Come on, Mum!"
"Ahem." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Mister Potter, would you mind telling me exactly what happened today?"
"Yes, sir." Harry stammered. He began to tell them all about how they beat Garef, when Voldemort appeared, and so on, with Ron and Hermione adding details along the way. He finished up at the point when he apparated onto the school grounds.
"So." Dumbledore began. "Miss Granger, do you realize what kind of jeopardy you put Harry and Ron in? Mister Weasley, do you realize the direct result of your actions? And you, Harry?"
"I... well, we..." Harry just couldn't think of anything to say.
"If you hadn't gone after them, Ron and Hermione would have been lost forever. You also killed one of the most evil and dangerous leaders of darkness in the world. And no one has ever put the Crucious Curse on Voldemort. You made him experience true pain and fear, Harry. In a sense, you avenged all of the havoc he has wreaked. Maybe someday you will avenge all of the deaths, too.
"And you, Mister Weasley. If you had not gone after Hermione and stalled Garef, she would surely be dead. Finally, Miss Granger, for your actions in standing up to Voldemort along with the others, as well as sheer cleverness, contributing to foiling the dark lords plans once again.
"Now I must leave while Madam Pomfrey attends to all of you. I need to contact the Faction at once."
"Harry!" Sirius burst into the room. Madam Pomfrey looked shocked at the sight of him.
"Poppy, don't be afraid. He's with us, all right?"
"Very... very well." She said, and began to tend to Ron's blisters.
"I've got to admit, Ron, that was a gutsy thing you did." Charlie told him.
"Thanks." He replied.
"Harry, what did you think you were doing? You could have been killed! Or worse!" Sirius ranted.
"Now, now..." Mrs. Weasley spoke to him for the first time. "Sirius... I'm just glad their all back safe now."
"Yeah." Sirius considered this. "I think it's time that the hijinks ended here, though."
"A novel idea." Mrs. Weasley agreed, glowering slightly at Ron.
"Professor Dumbledore, I was just curious about something." Harry said.
"What is that, Harry?"
"How come the Kedavrus Curse didn't work on either I or Voldemort?" Sirius looked as if he were ready to faint. "And why did Priori Incantatem occur when he said that he had a different wand?"
"Well, Harry, those are excellent questions. I suppose that two Multuses can not work against each other. It only makes logical sense. As for the Kedavrus Curse, I believe it didn't work on you because, well, you were so much more powerful than Voldemort, that you were able to block it. That is a rare occurrence. As for Voldemort, he had already been killed once, in a sense. It is my theory that either he has grown immune to the curse, or the only way he can be harmed by it is if he uses it against himself."
"What was that spell he used against me that made me so weak?"
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid he used an old spell used to take the power of another wizard. But that spell is only known by Necromancers. Quite intriguing how he learned it."
"But he said that if he got a hold of the Multus, he would be the ultimate magical entity! Now we can't stop him! And it's all my fault!"
"Harry, calm down. You did not know that this would happen. You meant well, and you did accomplish your mission. You saved Ron and Hermione. Believe me, Harry, there is no such thing as the ultimate magical entity. One day, we will have a chance to defeat Voldemort once and for all. Now! I must go contact the faction at once. Good day, everyone!" He turned, and walked straight out the door.
* * *
The following week they had their O.W.L.S. (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Hermione studied late each night that weekend with Professors Flitwick and McGonagall, along with Ron. Harry, however, had only missed a day of courses, so he just studied.
Tests were the same as usual. Snape made it extremely hard on the Gryffindors. When potions was finally done, they went on to Divination. Harry found it rather hard to read palms, and so he made a lot of it up. Ron read palms well, though. He had answers written all over his left, so he figured the right (which he had to read) was just the same.
After that came Transfiguration, then that night they had astronomy on the top of one of the towers. Finally, the next day they had Defense Against the Dark Arts, In which they all did amazingly well. Care of Magical was last. When the lesson was over (in which they had to correctly handle a young Chimera and gain it's trust) Harry asked Hagrid what he had been doing over the summer with Madam Maxime.
"Well, seein' as we're both half giants," He whispered to Harry. "Dumbledore had us extend envoys to the giants on behalf of the ministry. Don't tell Fudge, though." He smirked.
Finally, the end of the year had come. As they sat down in the great hall, which was decorated in green and silver. The Slytherins had been doing ecstatic, because Snape had been giving them points left and right, just to win the house cup. They had seven hundred and eighty four points, whereas Gryffindor finished last, with five hundred and thirty three points. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were still enjoying the end-of-term banquet. Dumbledore made his way to the front and spoke up.
"After several years," He began. "It seems as if Gryffindor's winning of the House Cup has ended. However, several important circumstances have arisen. Recently, three Gryffindors stopped a major crisis from occurring. One that involved Voldemort himself, as well as many other extreme perils. Had the dark force not been halted in its tracks, you all may not have been here. First of all. For sheer brilliance and courage in the face of overwhelming odds, I award Miss Hermione Granger fifty points." Gryffindor exploded with cheers. They were in second place already, but still more than two hundred points behind Slytherin.
"For outstanding courage and selflessness, and demonstration of what true friendship is, I award mister Ronald Weasley eighty points."
Someone in the hall might have thought a truck of dynamite had gone off in the great hall. Now they were in second, only a hundred and twenty one points behind Slytherin. It was still a reason to celebrate. They had six hundred and sixty three points. Fred and George were about ready to dump a barrel of pumpkin juice on Ron when Dumbledore raised his hand and silenced the entire hall.
"Finally, for unbelievable courage, selflessness, determination, and risking everything to return to safety the innocent, I award mister Harry Potter one hundred and twenty points."
If you were outside of the great hall at this point, and you watched the roof very carefully from one of the towers, you could just swear that it had jumped an inch or so. The noise that followed, however, could have almost brought the castle crumbling down.
Ron was covered in pumpkin juice, and Hermione was merely shaking with disbelief. They were only a point behind Slytherin. Draco was sighing with relief. Slytherin had finally won. Dumbledore had rewarded everyone. But then he spoke again.
"I feel, that like any other professor or former professor, that students should be rewarded for outstanding performance in their work, especially when a spell is performed correctly with little effort on the first attempt. Though this is not the most important trait for being a wizard, or for that matter, a student, it is still and admirable achievement. I therefore award an additional five points to Mr. Harry Potter.
The great hall sat silent. The Creevey brothers were sitting at the end of the table with their finger in their ears, expecting a deafening noise. But the hall stayed silent for nearly an entire minute. Then there was a small noise.
"Clap... clap... clap..." Everyone turned to see Doctor String at the teachers table, clapping for Harry. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall stood, and began to clap. Right away, the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs were all giving him a standing ovation.
"Take a bow, Harry." Dumbledore beamed at him, as the green and silver decorations turned scarlet and gold.
After all of the noise had finally subsided, Dumbledore spoke once more.
"For his pure daring and nerve, I have decided to make Mister Ronald Weasley a new Gryffindor Prefect for next year." He finished. Fred, George, and Ginny all shouted his name.
"Now! Let us all eat!"
* * *
The ride aboard the Hogwart's Express the next day was almost as loud as the great hall. Everyone was talking loudly up and down the cars. When the lunch trolley came by, they all bought several boxes of sweets to share. Everything was great, even when Pansy Parkinson walked through the car crying.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked sympathetically.
"Oh, shut your mouth, you little Mudblood!" She snapped, and ran off to the next car.
"Wonder what's up with her?" Ron said.
"Bad day, I suppose." Hermione replied, not bothered by the insult in the least.
"Hey, everyone, did you hear?" Neville burst into the car. "Draco's transferring next year! To Durmstrang!"
"Wow, no kidding?" Ron asked.
"Yeah! It's true. Oh, Hermione, Professor String asked me to give you this. He says he got it from Krum." Neville handed her the letter.
"Wow, he's invited me to stay the summer!" She exclaimed. "This will be great!"
"Yeah." Harry said. "Too bad where I'm going won't be."
"Cheer up, Harry! You can spend the summer with us again, I'm sure mum will be fine with it." Ron told him.
"Maybe." Harry stared out the window, thinking about the last few days. He knew what was to come his way soon. He just hoped he would be ready for it.
A/N: So, what did you think of the whole book? My next one will be called Harry Potter and the ????????? ?????????? (just like book four was supposedly going to be titled. Can you guess it?). I don't promise it will be about what you think it will be about once you learn the title. I do promise that it will be a lot better than this. I didn't make Draco as nasty as he should be, I made a few minor plot errors (but I did correct the biggest one), and the humor of the third chapter practically mutilated the drama of the next few chapters. Plus next time I'll throw a little more in the chapters about their classroom time. From now on I'll stick to writing humor fics separately. Please review for the whole book!
Also, a peek at the new idea for the next Harry Potter book, by Silverpen, in which, through your reviews, you decide what happens to Harry next!
And the
Silver Bullet Faction
When we last left Harry, he had taken the power of the legendary Multus and set off to destroy Garef and save his friends. But after finally defeating the monster, he realized that his troubles were just the tip of the iceberg. He must return Ron and Hermione to a safe spot around Hogwarts soon. And to top it off, who should arrive, but He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the evil lord Voldemort. Finally, it seems as if yet another all-out clash is going to arise between the two. But has Harry's luck finally run out? Or is his new power going to prove sufficient enough to defeat the evil magical superpower once and for all?
Chapter 10
The Ultimate Clash.
"Avada Ked - GRGHHHH..." Garef stopped dead, the slab of silver jammed into his chest. He coughed - only for a moment, then dissolved into a pile of smoldering ash.
"Boo-ya!" Ken shouted in triumph. "What? What? That's what you get! That's what I said now don't forget! Think you can beat him? Don't even bother! That's what you get when you mess with Potter!"
"Oh, really?" A very high voice said, that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
"It's him." Ron swallowed. "It's him, Harry. He's here."
"Yes. I know." Harry felt a tingle run down his spine. That voice - he remembered all too well their duel last year. The pain, the fear was still fresh in his mind, as if it had all happened just a moment ago.
"You." Harry said. "I am going to make you pay for what you've done. For Cedric and his family. For Bertha Jorkins and that old man. For my parents. And for all the others you have killed overtime." He turned, facing the dark wizard. "You - you're about to fell the pain they felt, Voldemort." Ron and Hermione gasped, and backed into a corner, this being the first time they had ever met Voldemort in person. Ken was stunned.
"What? How dare you call me by my first name! How dare you... it should be a name you should have grown to FEAR!"
Harry just glared at him for a moment. Then he spoke. "I'm not afraid of a name. A name can't hurt you." Voldemort's eyes widened in fury and shock. "Just like I'm not afraid of you."
"WHAT!?! You insolent little brat! You should be afraid-"
"Of what?" Harry demanded. "You're nothing but a bully, Voldemort. If you were powerless to defeat me, you would be afraid. Just like the fear I saw on your hideous face the day of the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Remember, Voldemort? Priori Incantatem?"
Voldemort looked thunderstruck, but Harry just continued. "And now, I have discovered something that has brought my magical power to rival that of even yours, Voldemort. I have found the Multus."
Voldemort was suddenly wearing an expression of complete shock. Harry smirked.
"You brat!" He screeched. "I have searched for that artifact for years! To make myself the ultimate magical entity! And instead, you go and find it and take it from me!!! How dare you!" He pulled out his wand.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry raised his hand, and the wand flew out of Voldemort's hand.
"YOU!!! DIE!!!" The dark lord pointed his finger at Harry.
"HARRY! REMEMBER! YOU CAN'T BLOCK IT!" Hermione yelled.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light, and what seemed like a wall of wind hit Harry. Its death force was so powerful, it crumbled the wall behind it, raising a massive cloud of dust.
Hermione shrieked. Ron and Ken both stared on in horror, speechless.
Voldemort seemed satisfied, and began to laugh evilly. But then he stopped. Staring in shock, he and the others watched as the smoke cleared. At first it seemed as if it was over, but then they realized what had happened.
As a little smoke cleared from the air and the ground, they saw a shock of messy black hair and a pair of shoes appear. When all the smoke finally cleared, there was Harry, standing there, very much alive.
"How?" Voldemort stared, dumbstruck.
Harry just glowered.
"How... how... HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO KILL YOU!?!?!"
"Not anymore." Harry told him. "Because it's over. IT ALL ENDS HERE! NOW!" Harry charged Voldemort, who was surprised at his audacity. Harry stopped right in front of Voldemort, grabbed him by the shoulder, and shouted. "CRUCIO!"
Voldemort shrieked in pain, a fire surged through his body, seeming unstoppable, tearing him to pieces. Harry was almost in equal pain, as his contact with Voldemort was his weakness, causing his scar to burn furiously.
"Now... you know... what it's like... now... NOW YOU KNOW THE HORROR!"
"BRAAAAAAAAAT!!!" The dark wizard screamed.
"It's done! It's over! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry shouted. A green wave seemed to overtake the room, and a rushing sound, like a freight train passing by, echoed throughout the hall.
The light dimmed. The dust cleared. And there stood Harry, who slowly lowered his hand. Voldemort lie on the floor, motionless, his eyes wide open in fear.
"Harry..." He heard Hermione stammer. "Harry, you did it! You defeated... He... He Who, oh, I'll say it, you killed Voldemort!"
"Wow, just like that." Ken murmured. "Just like that, you wasted the most sinister, evil, infamous, and might I say, UGLY dark wizards of all time."
"It's... it's over." Ron smiled, and stood up. Then he actually walked over to Voldemort's corpse, and spat on it.
"Come on, Harry, let's go home." Ken said silently.
"Yeah." Harry agreed. "It's time. The fear. It's all ended. Thanks, you guys, for standing by me all the way. Thank you." Harry turned. They all walked up to the door, and made their way into the hall.
"You know, it all ended so easily. It's just so... so strange." Harry told them. "It was over so quick. Listen, you guys, we've got to hurry back, and fast..."
"HARRY!" Hermione shrieked, but it was too late.
"Stehlenora!" A voice shouted, and Harry felt the tip of a wand jab into his back. He felt all of his strength leaving him, the force that the Multus had given him, leaving... leaving... he saw the world, turning red around him, and fading...
He opened his eyes, lying on the floor. He was only out for a moment, but all the same.
"Now, Harry, you will PAY." Voldemort's voice told him. So he wasn't dead... was this a trick? Had he planned this? What happened...
"Watch as I slowly annihilate your friends ONE BY ONE!" Voldemort turned and raised his wand.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" He shouted. Suddenly, Ron fell to the floor, eyes open, staring straight up.
Hermione whimpered.
"Oh, don't worry, now it's your turn!" He turned to her.
"BACK OFF!" Ken stepped in the way.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Ken fell aside, motionless.
"Ken - RON!!!" Harry wanted to help, so badly, but he felt so weak, and the world seemed so distant.
"Now, for you!" Voldemort raised his wand to Hermione.
But he felt something grab his wrist. He turned.
"NOT TODAY." Harry told him firmly, emanating the sort of fearsomeness like Dumbledore had when he had stunned Barty Crouch Jr.
"You are no match for me anymore, boy. I have taken all of the power you stole from me when you took the Multus." He cackled.
Even in his new body, Voldemort was not that physically strong, Harry knew. The only reason he was feared was that he was so good at killing. But Harry still held onto his wrist, and slowly, twisted it behind his back, making Voldemort begin to groan in pain.
Harry plunged into his robes for his wand, but Voldemort brought his elbow back into his chest, knocking him back slightly.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort turned his wand, and Hermione fell on her back, silent.
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. His fury was beyond words, beyond screaming, beyond tears. He never thought it was possible to see red. But it was happening. A blood vessel must have burst in his eye, because everything was truly turning red.
"NOW YOU DIE."
Harry just stared on, not caring, just simply furious.
"Avada Ke-"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" A burst of light seemed to explode from Harry, throwing Voldemort straight into the wall. Lightning flew from his eyes, his fingertips, and all of it seemed to be striking the dark lord, who fell to the floor.
"Never..." Voldemort said. "Never have I been so wronged. This is it. Boy... I will teach you respect. I will teach you fear. I will have... MY REVENGE!!!"
"In... your... dreams..." Harry murmured furiously under his breath.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort pulled out his wand.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted. Suddenly, once again, their two wands connected in a beam in midair, several bead formed between them on the beam, and a cage, as if made of thousnds of golden strands, seemed to surround them.
"What?" Voldemort gasped, surveying the sight around him. "Priori Incantatem? But how? This is a different wand!" Then he turned to Harry. "No... a little bit of the Multus must be left in you... that MUST be it. There's just no other way..."
The beads of light on the beam between them seemed to be moving toward Voldemort's wand once more. But Harry still couldn't hold out much longer. As memories of their previous duel flooded his head, he realized that his skull was hurting even more.
He concentrated every ounce of his being on the beam, and sure enough, the bead touched the tip of the wand.
Any second now, Harry thought sadly in the back of his head, Any second now, and Ron and Hermione will come out of that wand, all silver, like Cedric, and that old man, and Bertha, and my parents...
But they did not appear. This must have confused Voldemort equally. He pulled his wand up and dove aside, just as the beam from the wands shot past, putting a hole through the wall.
"Where... where are they? I killed them!" Voldemort shouted.
"NOT QUITE! STUPEFY!" Two voices shouted from either side of him, and two red beams struck, knocking him back.
"Ron! Hermione!" Harry turned to them.
"You can't kill us! We're already dead!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Where's Ken? Is he..."
"I'm fine. Did anyone get the number of that bus?" He asked.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Voldemort shouted. "Harry, we will fight another day, but your little friends are as good as dead! Blasteo!" He yelled, and the walls crumbled. There, in the distance, Harry saw the sun rising.
"I'LL DESTROY YOU SOME DAY, HARRY POTTER!" And with that, Voldemort disapperated.
"Harry! We'll never make it out of here on time!" Hermione cried.
"Oh yes, we will." Harry reassured her. "Everyone, put a hand on my shoulder." He concentrated on Hogwarts castle with all his might... the three held on to his shoulder, without the slightest idea what he was doing.
"Hurry up, Harry." Ron urged him. He was starting to blister badly.
"Harry..." Hermione started.
"Quiet!" He commanded. He imagined them all appearing outside the grounds at Hogwarts...
...and they were right there.
"Hurry! Get inside!" Harry instructed. He followed them up the hill to Hagrid's hut. He would have appeared in one of the dungeons, but you couldn't apparate onto Hogwart's grounds. The sun was rising up over the hills...
Ron and Hermione tore through the hallway and into the castle. They both headed left down a stairway into one of the dungeons.
"Harry!" A voice said behind him. It was Dumbledore. "Come. We must help Ron and Hermione right away. We are losing time." He stepped ahead of him and lead Harry and Ken down into the dungeon, where they found Ron and Hermione sitting in the desks, sorely burnt, the only light in the room coming from and oil lamp on a nearby desk.
"What can we do, Headmaster?" Harry asked him.
"Don't worry, Harry. Snape is due to arrive at any moment. He has supposedly found a cure for Vampirism that his team of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were working on."
"Will they be all right?"
"Of course, of course. So long as one of them doesn't just waltz up the stairs and outside." Dumbledore added.
Hermione suddenly jumped out of her seat as if someone had put the Crucious Curse on her for a fraction of a second.
"Professor!" She shrieked. "What about our O.W.L.S.? We've missed the tests, haven't we? Oh no, we're going to fail!" She bolted for the doorway, but Harry stepped in front of her.
"Miss Granger, please calm down." Dumbledore told her politely. "You have not missed the O.W.L.S. They will begin next week."
"But I'll have barely any time to study! And we've missed half of our lessons!" She exclaimed shrilly.
"Miss Granger, it will be all right." He reassured her. "Right now, we have to worry more about your health. I am confident that Professor Snape-"
"Headmaster! I came back just in time. Here is the antidote we finished. It should work perfectly well." Snape told them as he entered the dungeon, carrying a vile of amber liquid.
"Thank you, Professor Snape." Snape handed Dumbledore the vial.
"Who are you?" Snape turned and asked Ken.
"Is that it?" Ken asked.
"Yes." Dumbledore replied as he twisted the cork off the top. "Here, now. Take a sip of it, both of you." He handed it to Hermione first. She drank a little, and passed it to Ron. He took a quick swig too, while the color began returning to Hermione's cheeks.
Pretty soon, he was looking a lot less sickly than before.
"You should be all right. Now, come with me, so that we may all discuss this. Severus, thank you."
"Of course, headmaster." Snape replied. He may have saved Ron and Hermione's lives, but Harry could still tell that Snape was hoping Harry's actions would get him expelled.
"Now, come with me." Dumbledore said.
"All- all right." Harry replied shakily, and he, Ron, and Hermione all followed him. Ken began, but then stopped.
"Is something wrong, Mister Hunt?" Dumbledore asked.
"Nothing. It's just, well, goodbye. It's time for me to leave."
"Just like that?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, I do have to catch the next flight, you know. There's a situation I need to handle somewhere else." He pulled a shining golden piece of parchment out of his pocket, which read URGENT - and looked like a memo.
"Where to?" Harry asked as they stepped into the dawn sunlit hall. "Not back to heaven, I suppose?"
"Naah. Not for now. I'm going to the next best place. Goodbye, everyone. It's been fun, but I'm always on the run." And with that, he hurried out the front door.
"Ken, where exactly are you going?" Harry asked.
"To a nice place in America." He shouted, still jogging away. "To a state called Pennsylvania."
And with that, he disappeared.
Harry stepped back into the hallway, and followed Dumbledore up to the medical ward.
As soon as they entered, they saw Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Ginny, and Bill and Charlie all waiting for Ron. And sitting over in the corner was...
"Viktor!" Hermione shouted.
"Herm-own-ninny!" He stood up. "You are all right?"
"Yeah, thanks to Harry and Ron here."
"I came out here as soon as I heard. You are... you are burnt." He added, staring at her face.
"It's nothing."
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley shouted and began to hug him uncontrollably.
"Mum! Mum, stop it! Come on, Mum!"
"Ahem." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Mister Potter, would you mind telling me exactly what happened today?"
"Yes, sir." Harry stammered. He began to tell them all about how they beat Garef, when Voldemort appeared, and so on, with Ron and Hermione adding details along the way. He finished up at the point when he apparated onto the school grounds.
"So." Dumbledore began. "Miss Granger, do you realize what kind of jeopardy you put Harry and Ron in? Mister Weasley, do you realize the direct result of your actions? And you, Harry?"
"I... well, we..." Harry just couldn't think of anything to say.
"If you hadn't gone after them, Ron and Hermione would have been lost forever. You also killed one of the most evil and dangerous leaders of darkness in the world. And no one has ever put the Crucious Curse on Voldemort. You made him experience true pain and fear, Harry. In a sense, you avenged all of the havoc he has wreaked. Maybe someday you will avenge all of the deaths, too.
"And you, Mister Weasley. If you had not gone after Hermione and stalled Garef, she would surely be dead. Finally, Miss Granger, for your actions in standing up to Voldemort along with the others, as well as sheer cleverness, contributing to foiling the dark lords plans once again.
"Now I must leave while Madam Pomfrey attends to all of you. I need to contact the Faction at once."
"Harry!" Sirius burst into the room. Madam Pomfrey looked shocked at the sight of him.
"Poppy, don't be afraid. He's with us, all right?"
"Very... very well." She said, and began to tend to Ron's blisters.
"I've got to admit, Ron, that was a gutsy thing you did." Charlie told him.
"Thanks." He replied.
"Harry, what did you think you were doing? You could have been killed! Or worse!" Sirius ranted.
"Now, now..." Mrs. Weasley spoke to him for the first time. "Sirius... I'm just glad their all back safe now."
"Yeah." Sirius considered this. "I think it's time that the hijinks ended here, though."
"A novel idea." Mrs. Weasley agreed, glowering slightly at Ron.
"Professor Dumbledore, I was just curious about something." Harry said.
"What is that, Harry?"
"How come the Kedavrus Curse didn't work on either I or Voldemort?" Sirius looked as if he were ready to faint. "And why did Priori Incantatem occur when he said that he had a different wand?"
"Well, Harry, those are excellent questions. I suppose that two Multuses can not work against each other. It only makes logical sense. As for the Kedavrus Curse, I believe it didn't work on you because, well, you were so much more powerful than Voldemort, that you were able to block it. That is a rare occurrence. As for Voldemort, he had already been killed once, in a sense. It is my theory that either he has grown immune to the curse, or the only way he can be harmed by it is if he uses it against himself."
"What was that spell he used against me that made me so weak?"
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid he used an old spell used to take the power of another wizard. But that spell is only known by Necromancers. Quite intriguing how he learned it."
"But he said that if he got a hold of the Multus, he would be the ultimate magical entity! Now we can't stop him! And it's all my fault!"
"Harry, calm down. You did not know that this would happen. You meant well, and you did accomplish your mission. You saved Ron and Hermione. Believe me, Harry, there is no such thing as the ultimate magical entity. One day, we will have a chance to defeat Voldemort once and for all. Now! I must go contact the faction at once. Good day, everyone!" He turned, and walked straight out the door.
* * *
The following week they had their O.W.L.S. (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Hermione studied late each night that weekend with Professors Flitwick and McGonagall, along with Ron. Harry, however, had only missed a day of courses, so he just studied.
Tests were the same as usual. Snape made it extremely hard on the Gryffindors. When potions was finally done, they went on to Divination. Harry found it rather hard to read palms, and so he made a lot of it up. Ron read palms well, though. He had answers written all over his left, so he figured the right (which he had to read) was just the same.
After that came Transfiguration, then that night they had astronomy on the top of one of the towers. Finally, the next day they had Defense Against the Dark Arts, In which they all did amazingly well. Care of Magical was last. When the lesson was over (in which they had to correctly handle a young Chimera and gain it's trust) Harry asked Hagrid what he had been doing over the summer with Madam Maxime.
"Well, seein' as we're both half giants," He whispered to Harry. "Dumbledore had us extend envoys to the giants on behalf of the ministry. Don't tell Fudge, though." He smirked.
Finally, the end of the year had come. As they sat down in the great hall, which was decorated in green and silver. The Slytherins had been doing ecstatic, because Snape had been giving them points left and right, just to win the house cup. They had seven hundred and eighty four points, whereas Gryffindor finished last, with five hundred and thirty three points. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were still enjoying the end-of-term banquet. Dumbledore made his way to the front and spoke up.
"After several years," He began. "It seems as if Gryffindor's winning of the House Cup has ended. However, several important circumstances have arisen. Recently, three Gryffindors stopped a major crisis from occurring. One that involved Voldemort himself, as well as many other extreme perils. Had the dark force not been halted in its tracks, you all may not have been here. First of all. For sheer brilliance and courage in the face of overwhelming odds, I award Miss Hermione Granger fifty points." Gryffindor exploded with cheers. They were in second place already, but still more than two hundred points behind Slytherin.
"For outstanding courage and selflessness, and demonstration of what true friendship is, I award mister Ronald Weasley eighty points."
Someone in the hall might have thought a truck of dynamite had gone off in the great hall. Now they were in second, only a hundred and twenty one points behind Slytherin. It was still a reason to celebrate. They had six hundred and sixty three points. Fred and George were about ready to dump a barrel of pumpkin juice on Ron when Dumbledore raised his hand and silenced the entire hall.
"Finally, for unbelievable courage, selflessness, determination, and risking everything to return to safety the innocent, I award mister Harry Potter one hundred and twenty points."
If you were outside of the great hall at this point, and you watched the roof very carefully from one of the towers, you could just swear that it had jumped an inch or so. The noise that followed, however, could have almost brought the castle crumbling down.
Ron was covered in pumpkin juice, and Hermione was merely shaking with disbelief. They were only a point behind Slytherin. Draco was sighing with relief. Slytherin had finally won. Dumbledore had rewarded everyone. But then he spoke again.
"I feel, that like any other professor or former professor, that students should be rewarded for outstanding performance in their work, especially when a spell is performed correctly with little effort on the first attempt. Though this is not the most important trait for being a wizard, or for that matter, a student, it is still and admirable achievement. I therefore award an additional five points to Mr. Harry Potter.
The great hall sat silent. The Creevey brothers were sitting at the end of the table with their finger in their ears, expecting a deafening noise. But the hall stayed silent for nearly an entire minute. Then there was a small noise.
"Clap... clap... clap..." Everyone turned to see Doctor String at the teachers table, clapping for Harry. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall stood, and began to clap. Right away, the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs were all giving him a standing ovation.
"Take a bow, Harry." Dumbledore beamed at him, as the green and silver decorations turned scarlet and gold.
After all of the noise had finally subsided, Dumbledore spoke once more.
"For his pure daring and nerve, I have decided to make Mister Ronald Weasley a new Gryffindor Prefect for next year." He finished. Fred, George, and Ginny all shouted his name.
"Now! Let us all eat!"
* * *
The ride aboard the Hogwart's Express the next day was almost as loud as the great hall. Everyone was talking loudly up and down the cars. When the lunch trolley came by, they all bought several boxes of sweets to share. Everything was great, even when Pansy Parkinson walked through the car crying.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked sympathetically.
"Oh, shut your mouth, you little Mudblood!" She snapped, and ran off to the next car.
"Wonder what's up with her?" Ron said.
"Bad day, I suppose." Hermione replied, not bothered by the insult in the least.
"Hey, everyone, did you hear?" Neville burst into the car. "Draco's transferring next year! To Durmstrang!"
"Wow, no kidding?" Ron asked.
"Yeah! It's true. Oh, Hermione, Professor String asked me to give you this. He says he got it from Krum." Neville handed her the letter.
"Wow, he's invited me to stay the summer!" She exclaimed. "This will be great!"
"Yeah." Harry said. "Too bad where I'm going won't be."
"Cheer up, Harry! You can spend the summer with us again, I'm sure mum will be fine with it." Ron told him.
"Maybe." Harry stared out the window, thinking about the last few days. He knew what was to come his way soon. He just hoped he would be ready for it.
A/N: So, what did you think of the whole book? My next one will be called Harry Potter and the ????????? ?????????? (just like book four was supposedly going to be titled. Can you guess it?). I don't promise it will be about what you think it will be about once you learn the title. I do promise that it will be a lot better than this. I didn't make Draco as nasty as he should be, I made a few minor plot errors (but I did correct the biggest one), and the humor of the third chapter practically mutilated the drama of the next few chapters. Plus next time I'll throw a little more in the chapters about their classroom time. From now on I'll stick to writing humor fics separately. Please review for the whole book!
Also, a peek at the new idea for the next Harry Potter book, by Silverpen, in which, through your reviews, you decide what happens to Harry next!