"STOP!"
The cry came from none other than-
"Sirius Black. So we meet again,"
snarled Tom. "How long has it been, fifteen years? So now is the time. I
had only planned on one death tonight, but I guess our plans have been
changed."
Tom raised his wand and cried, "acrabisimoble!"
Large pink ribbons started dropping out of
the end of his wand.
"Dammit, wrong spell," muttered
Tom. "Well, nothing is going to stop me from finishing you off this
time!"
"Expelliarms!" cried Harry and
Sirius at the same time.
Tom's wand flew out of his hand and onto the
floor. A rat came and over and grasped it between its teeth. Suddenly, there
was a flash of smoke and who should appear but-
"Peter Pettigrew!" exclaimed Harry.
"I thought-
"Yes, I know what you thought. But I'm
back, and ready to kill!"
Instead of going after Harry, Peter dashed at
Tom and started to strangle him.
"Wait a second," Harry pondered.
"I thought he was going to kill me. Why is he going after Tom?"
"Because you saved his life remember?
When one wizard saves another wizard's life, they are forever in debt,"
Black answered. "Come here, I've got an idea. Okay, you take this,"
he said, holding out the invisibility cloak. "I hope you don't mind that I
grabbed this, I thought it might be useful."
Harry shook his head.
"No, not at all, anything to save
us."
"Okay, put this on and leave. Once you
are out of the room; take it off and slip it under the door and I'll follow.
Okay?"
"All right; let's go!"
Harry did as he was instructed to do. Suddenly,
Black heard the sound of a moan. I came from Peter Pettigrew. Tom had strangled
him to death. He laid still.
"Now Sirius; I will finish you
off," said Tom. "Petrificus totalus!"
Black was snapped into a full Body-Bind. Tom
slowly got up from his seat and walked over to the helpless Sirius. He just
stood over Black; watching him try to struggle free.
Meanwhile, Harry stood out in the hallway,
waiting for his godfather to arrive. Once he heard the snap of the spell, he
reached under the door to retrieve the cloak. After feeling around for a while,
he found it. He slipped it on and re-entered the room. At the sight of his
godfather in so much pain, he had no control over what he did next. He leapt
forward and lurched at Tom.
"Stay off me, stupid boy!" cried
Tom. "The longer you keep calm, the longer you will live. Now, take that
into consideration and please get off me."
"You just stop! Why do you do this? What
is the satisfaction in killing? Do you enjoy taking the lives of innocent
people? I am going to kill you now; not because you killed Peter, not because
of what you did to my godfather, and not even because you killed my parents. I
am going to kill you because of the cold hearted person you are. Die now, Tom
Riddle, prepare to die!"
"Harry, don't do it!"
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"What happened? Never mind that, stand back. This is something I have to
do. Just let me."
"No, I can't let you do this,"
pleaded Hermione. "It just isn't right."
"Hermione, we're not kids anymore. We don't need someone to tell us the
difference between right and wrong. I have to do this and don't you try to stop
me."
Harry, do you think you're parents would have
wanted this? Would they wanted their son to be a murderer?"
Hermione's words hit Harry like a punch in
the stomach. Him, a killer? The thought had never occurred to him. If he killed
this man and did what he felt was right, could he be sent to Azkaban?