The Secret Keeper 18
The Secret Keeper
Chapter XVIII


Harry's wand shook violently with the force of the curse that erupted from its tip. Instinctively he gripped onto it with both hands, waiting for Priori Incantatem to assert itself but, surprisingly, he did not feel that jolt of contact he remembered so well from his previous duel with the Dark Lord; instead, he sensed only the amazing spurt of power and indifference that had accompanied his earlier use of the Killing Curse, leaving him both drained and frenzied with anticipation. Such was the tremendous and unexpected celerity of the moment, however, that Harry had barely a second to register his surprise at the speed of his own reactions before the stony cavern was bathed in an unearthly serpentine glow that left him temporarily blinded as he endeavoured to discern the outcome of his spell. The bolt of light seared rapidly across the void separating him from his enemy, but Harry was almost certain that he saw it connect with Voldemort's chest, so unprepared was the Dark wizard for this sudden assault. As his eyes squinted to track the progress of the curse, Harry held his breath and hardly dared to hope. Would this be enough? Surely not...

Almost immediately the green light vanished, and the eerie noises of the cavern once more began to encroach upon Harry's consciousness. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, he heard the muffled thump of something heavy hitting the ground, followed by a collective gasp of dismay from the assembled crowd of Death Eaters behind him. Rubbing his tired eyes, Harry saw to his astonishment that the Dark Lord was no longer facing him from across the room. A black-clothed heap lying motionless between the throne and the enormous blue fire that was still flickering crisply was all that remained of the great heir of Slytherin.

An ominous silence pervaded the gloomy cavern, and for a long time nobody moved. Harry stood uncertainly, his mind torn between the conflicting desire to escape while he had the chance and to stay and witness the final confirmation of the Dark Lord's defeat. He did not withdraw the devastating instrument still tightly extended in his two hands, but waited patiently, his eyes not darting from the lone figure sprawled ungainly upon the floor lest a sudden movement should shatter his victory. He was painfully aware that the shocked state of Voldemort's servants would not last much longer, and that at any moment he could find himself in extreme danger. Nevertheless, he was unable to tear himself from the riveting spectacle before him, refusing to allow the threat posed by the Death Eaters to impinge upon the rapidly growing and liberating sense of power that was now pulsating from his finger tips, into his veins and throughout his body.

A swift movement in the Death Eaters' midst, however, attracted Harry's attention as, without warning, one of their number suddenly pushed his way through the crowd and made a frantic dash for the archway leading out of the cavern. Sirius started at the sight of his old enemy Wormtail fleeing from the scene of his master's apparent downfall, but was restrained from pursuit by Arabella, who was gazing transfixed at the still form lying prostate on the ground before the regal throne. Sirius' eyes travelled longingly from the exit to the throne, where his wand was still lying in the company of Ron's and Arabella's. He nodded glumly at Arabella. Without his wand he would have little hope of catching Wormtail, and if he grabbed it he might provoke the Death Eaters into attacking Harry. He would have to wait for his revenge.

Harry's eyes resignedly tracked the hasty retreat of the small, plump wizard from the dark cavern, causing him to sigh inwardly at the realisation that with Wormtail's escape, more had been lost than the chance to prove Sirius' innocence; gone too was the antidote to the poison that was slowly but steadily drawing the life from his own body. Harry knew, however, that he was powerless to do anything about it now except hope that, as a Secret Keeper, the protections placed upon his life would be enough to keep him alive long enough to find a way out of Azkaban and then find someone able to brew him another antidote. It was a lot to hope for, admittedly, but Harry was determined not to give in, despite the fact that he was beginning to feel the effects of the poison to an increasingly alarming degree. He had to see this through to the end, whatever the outcome. If with his death came the final, undeniable fall of Lord Voldemort, then at least he could say that he had died honourably like his parents, fighting to protect the lives of others. His death would have meaning, unlike Cedric's...

There was something he had to be sure of first, however: was the Dark Lord indeed dead?

Harry allowed his wand arm to droop wearily to his side as he inched forward, looking at the space where, a moment earlier, Lord Voldemort had stood staring at him with his evil ruby eyes. As he examined the immobile corpse stretched out at a distance before him, with its pale features illuminated by the azure glow of the fire and its deadened red orbs staring fixedly up at the ceiling, Harry's mouth opened in surprise and his shoulders tensed. It had all been too easy. Voldemort couldn't really be dead.

He proceeded with caution, the tremulous words of Rubeus Hagrid speaking forebodingly in his mind, "Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die." Harry decided that he wouldn't fall into the trap that had ensnared so many people before. He had to be sure.

His gaze drifted cautiously to the crowd of Death Eaters, who were still grouped at the entrance to the cavern and looking around uncertainly, for the moment seemingly too distracted by the shock of seeing the heir of Slytherin so easily defeated to bother with the small group of prisoners standing freely in their midst. Harry thought also that they appeared to be frightened of him, a phenomenon that he thought he would never be comfortable with, even if it were only Ron directing such nervous glances at him. As he began to approach the still body, however, Harry's eyes momentarily locked with his friend's, and he felt a bolt of apprehension at the slightly wary, awestruck and impressed expression on his friend's face. He thinks I've killed him. Oh God. Why does he have to be so quick to believe me capable of that? Sirius, who was standing next to Ron and Arabella, a little to the right of Voldemort's throne, had a very different expression on his visage, a knowing look that Harry found distinctly disturbing.

Purposefully avoiding Sirius' eyes and unhindered by the Dark Lord's servants, Harry knelt down at Voldemort's side with the single-minded intention of conducting a closer inspection of the body. The Dark Lord lay motionless on the stone floor, his wand still clutched tightly in his hand. There was a small lightning-bolt shaped tear in the front of his robes; the remnant of what Harry desperately hoped had been a fatal curse. He could feel his own breath catching in his throat with fear. He had never been this close to his parents' killer before, and he just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Swallowing hard, he bent over the pale face and listened carefully, trying to blot out the sound of his own heart thumping in his ears and the image of those dull, red eyes staring up at him from the floor. Arranging his ear over the Dark Lord's mouth, he steadied his feet in case he suddenly needed to run. A moment later he relaxed slightly. Okay, so he's not breathing; that doesn't necessarily mean he's dead. Check his pulse...

As he steeled himself to actually touch Voldemort's skin, Harry jumped as a hand suddenly clasped around his shoulder. Startled, he turned around only to see his godfather looking down at him through his dark eyes. Sirius motioned for him to stand up, and when he spoke, his voice was unusually quiet.

"Harry, get up. Come on, let's go".

"Yeah, just a minute, I have to check-"

"Please, Harry, get away from it now, you don't understand..."

"Understand what, Sirius?" Harry heard his mother inquire sharply from close behind.

Surprised and relieved, Harry swung around from his position on the floor and smiled at her. His parents were still there! Somehow he had subconsciously expected them to disappear when the Dark Lord fell, although why he should have thought that he didn't rightly know. He now longed to leap up from the floor and throw his arms around her, telling her that Voldemort was gone, that nobody else would ever die at his hands, that everything would be so wonderful now that he, Harry, had his parents back, but somehow he didn't feel much like celebrating. His victory had been too easy and swift to be conclusive, and he couldn't help but have misgivings. The unconvinced expression on Sirius' face added to this impression, but Harry had come too close to having everything he had ever dreamed of to let anything spoil his last chance of happiness. Excited and filled with fresh determination to escape from the prison alive and with his Mum and Dad, Harry returned his attention to the body lying on the floor. Through his own trembling and pain, he could vaguely hear Sirius continuing to speak to his mother in a hushed tone.

"...Harry looked just like that when I found him... lightning-bolt cut on his head... thought he was dead too... he wasn't..."

Harry had to be sure that Lord Voldemort was indeed dead, that he would never return; only then would he be able to abandon himself to the joy of having a real family at long last. Maybe Sirius was wrong, afterall. Maybe the Penna Potissimus had rendered his curse more powerful, but then, he hadn't thought to use the adaptation his godfather had taught him, had he? Damn! It might not have been enough. He could still be alive, like I was. But he looks dead...Oh, why didn't I just use the incantation he showed me? Avada Kedavra solo infinitum... So simple. If only I hadn't been so stupid and impatient...

Groaning at this realisation, Harry quickly decided to check for a pulse. Gripping his wand tightly with his left hand and pointing it at Lord Voldemort's torso, Harry shakily extended his right hand to the white neck. The pristine, smooth flesh about the carotid vein felt deathly cold and still to the touch, and it was a moment before Harry realised that, surprisingly, his scar was not hurting. Perhaps he really is dead! Raising his astonished eyes to Sirius' stony face, he found it difficult to conceal his excitement and the feeling of awe that was rising in his gut.

"I-c-can't feel... There's no pulse, but -"

At these words there was a sudden uproar among the Death Eaters, who finally emerged from their reverie and surged forward to crowd around their master. At the sight of several dozen angry Death Eaters racing towards him, Harry's body tensed and the pain in his back seemed to intensify. In the midst of the chaos, he saw his father edge discretely to the throne and retrieve the remaining three wands. Harry felt his mother's arms pulling him up off the floor, and gladly accepted her assistance, not looking back at the dead wizard as he moved. He struggled to his feet and staggered after his father, who quickly returned the wands to Sirius, Arabella and Ron. Together they hurried to the exit, leaving the furious Death Eaters behind them, and moved quickly to prevent their departure being noticed, Harry running somewhat slower than the others.

Now that the immediate danger had passed, the sickness and pain imposed by the poison and stab-wound returned with renewed vigour. Harry felt dreadfully tired, and the hard floor over which he was travelling began to appear no less inviting than his immense four-poster back at Hogwarts. Five tall figures were framed in the doorway ahead of him, apparently trying to decide which way to go. He focused his eyes on them and forced his body onward, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to support his agonising back. As weakness assailed him, he was horrified to feel his wand dropping from his grasp and to hear it landing on the ground, its impact sounding strangely loud to his ears. Harry grasped his back and moaned softly, dropping to his knees to search the floor for the Penna. He crawled forward to where it was lying, but as he raised his head he saw that the others had gone on without him. Panicking slightly, he brushed the unruly hair out of his eyes and drove himself over the hard ground to his wand. As his fingers connected with it, however, his lower back protested from the sudden movement and he slumped defeatedly to the floor, unable to raise himself against the pain. He lay face downward on the cold stone, a few feet from the exit, and listened to the confused, bitter conversations taking place among the Death Eaters. Surely the others would notice he was missing soon and come back for him. Any minute now...

"Harry?"

Thank God. They're here.

"Yeah..."

That didn't sound like my Dad or Sirius...

"Here, I'll help you up...You look like hell, Harry. There, now you'd better leave quickly. They're getting pretty angry".

At first Harry didn't recognise the voice, but he allowed the strong arms to lift him off the ground and set him unsteadily on his feet. He almost fell just as quickly, however, when he focused on the youthful, handsome face observing him keenly.

"C-Cedric?"

"Yeah, it's me. Here, don't forget your wand..."

"Thanks... Um, Cedric, I, I don't know what to-I'm really sorry about-"

"It's okay. Don't blame yourself for what happened, all right? It wasn't your fault. Oh, and thanks for taking my body back to my parents. It made it easier for them, you know?... Now, hurry; you have to get out of here!"

"Aren't you coming? You're not dead anymore. Pettigrew told me-"

"No, you go ahead. The others and I will try to delay them if they follow you".

Harry stared at him incredulously.

"But," he spluttered, amazed, "You have to come back with us! Your parents - Cho Chang... "

"Harry, I can't stay here. That fire will only last for a little while, but at least it will be long enough for me to help you escape. You have to go back! Go on, now.
Don't worry about me, it's not so bad, you know..."

"But - if- what about my parents?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, they can't stay either," Cedric stated simply.

"I'm not going!"

"You have to-"

"No! There has to be some way to keep that fire alight. A preservation charm! A deflecting charm! Anything..."

"Trust me, Harry, there's nothing you can do. You just have to accept-"

"No. There has to be something I can do. I've come too far to lose them now..."

"The fire's going to die out soon, Harry. Will you not run after your parents and spend as much time with them as you can before they go?"

"... An Impervius charm perhaps? A sempritus charm?..."

"Look, I know this isn't easy for you, but everything happens for a reason..."

"... If only I knew how to cast a longevity spell! Or...or...Wait! Maybe I could just repeat the spell that Voldemort used. Yes! I could do that, couldn't I, and keep renewing it every time it ended. There'd be nothing to stop me from keeping them here forever! I could bring you back too! But how-?... Priori Incantatem... I need his wand!"

"Harry..."

"Accio wand!" Harry roared.

The Death Eaters leapt aside to avoid their master's wand, which suddenly hurtled out of his grasp and sped towards the exit of the cavern. When they saw Harry catch it triumphantly, they were filled with rage and a bloodthirsty lust for revenge. Sensing his danger, Harry exchanged a final, meaningful glance with Cedric and turned to leave, only to run headlong into the tall form of his father. Harry stepped back and grinned at him, concealing Voldemort's wand behind his back. James raised an eyebrow at the strange, satisfied expression on his son's face, before simply grabbing him by the shoulder and rushing out into the long dark corridor, muttering to him as they went and failing miserably in his attempt to sound stern.

"Where'd you get to, Harry? I was so-Your mother was worried sick-"

"Sorry, there was something I had to do".

"C'mon. The others are waiting up here. Sirius came up with a surprisingly clever escape plan. It'll probably get you all killed, but it's still clever, at least by Padfoot's standards".

"I heard that, Prongs!"

"Good, you were supposed to".

Sirius gripped James' hand in a warm handshake as he, Arabella, Lily and Ron came out from a hidden cleft in the cave walls.

"I can't believe we actually escaped!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Not yet, you haven't," Lily reminded him, as she pulled away from Harry and eyed his ill, exhausted state. "What are we going to do about that antidote? He won't be able for that long walk without it, and we'll have to do something about his back too".

"What long walk?" Harry asked slowly, dreading the answer and inwardly cringing at the thought of having to expend any more energy.

Sirius glanced at him sympathetically.

"Remember those dementors You-Know-Who mentioned? They're supposedly making their way to Hogwarts, right? Well, I can sense them not too far ahead, moving slowly. My guess is, they'll be taking portkeys at the gates beyond the apparition wards, as they don't work inside the prison. We just have to follow them and steal a portkey. It's either that or face a long swim back to the mainland and, believe me, that's not pleasant".

"Is that all?" Harry groaned, allowing himself to sink onto the ground.

The thought of not only having to face an hour's walk, but also an army of dementors was more than Harry could bear, yet he knew that he had no other choice. At least he'd be back at Hogwarts soon, where Madam Pomfrey might be able to cure his poison. Nodding reluctantly, Harry struggled to raise himself, wincing noticeably at the terrible pain in his lower back. His mother quickly kneeled down beside him, supporting his trembling body.

"Wait a minute, Harry! James, see what you can do about his back; the wound must be excruciating. If it wasn't for the Fidelius Charm, I doubt he'd even be alive".

"All right, I don't know how much this will help; it probably won't do anything for the poison, but it cleaned up enough werewolf-inflicted wounds to save a dying dragon. Albus totalus!"

Harry heard a collective gasp behind him as the others gathered to see the effect of James' spell. He experienced a strange, tickling sensation over his wound, as if someone was running their fingers over it, but there was no pain. He gathered from the impressed look on Ron's face, though, that there was some improvement in the wound's appearance, although, without the aid of a mirror, he couldn't tell its extent. Timidly, he brought his hand around, expecting to feel the long, thin laceration, covered with a mass of clotted blood and the dried out material of his robes, but instead he felt only cool, smooth skin. He could barely conceal his surprise.

"Is it gone?" he asked, amazed.

"Of course it is! As if the great James Potter would botch an impossible healing charm like that!" Sirius retorted, laughing.

"Years of practise, Padfoot. Now, we'd better get going. Those dementors had a pretty good head start, afterall".

James and Lily helped Harry to his feet and they set off down the long tunnel. In front of them, Sirius and Arabella set a brisk pace, leading the way with their illuminated wands. Harry was so immersed in the simple pleasure of walking alongside his parents that it was a while before he noticed that Ron was following a short distance behind on his own and looking thoroughly miserable. Harry reluctantly let go of his mother's hand and turned to his friend, inviting him to come up beside them. Ron shook his head and mumbled something about not wanting to intrude, but Harry insisted and grabbed him by the sleeves, grateful for all the times Ron had admitted him to his own family, and glad of the opportunity to return the kindness.

It felt so nice, and normal, for him and Ron to be walking near his parents that all thoughts of Azkaban, and Voldemort, and poison, were soon driven from his head. He walked contentedly forward, on occasion deliberately forcing himself not to stare at his mother's hair in order to play out the fantasy that he was just a normal teenager, who saw his parents everyday and therefore couldn't be bothered to look at them every second. He felt a happiness greater than anything he had every experienced, a sense of belonging and acceptance that left him almost breathless as his mind hopped from one ecstatic and seemingly impossible vision to the next. Feverishly, he imagined himself one moment standing on Platform nine and three-quarters, saying goodbye to his tearful mother and proudly introducing his father to his fellow Gryffindors; the next moment he saw himself shopping in Diagon Alley, while Lily and James argued ceaselessly over which shop to enter first, "Flourish and Blotts," or, "Quality Quidditch Supplies". Underlying this unspeakable joy and warmth, however, was the cruel and nagging fear that it all might be too good to be true. Harry tried to dismiss these thoughts, fueled by a lifetime of disappointments and near-misses, and let his parents guide him through the immense tunnel that he remembered only vaguely from his dream back at the Burrow.

James and Lily smiled encouragingly at Ron and seemed just as interested in Harry's friend as in Harry himself.

"So, Ron, are you in Hogwarts too?" Lily asked curiously.

"Yeah-"

"Same class?" James interjected.

Ron nodded.

"Both Gryffindors, I hope?" James inquired pompously, causing Sirius to chuckle lightly.

"No, Slytherins," Harry answered seriously.

At the expression of horror and disbelief on James' face Ron and Harry burst into laughter, an incongruous sound amidst the dank, dreary walls of the prison.

"Oh, very funny. Here I am making an effort to be extra nice to the son I haven't seen in fourteen years, and he tries to give me a heart attack. That must come from your side of the family, Lily-"

"I doubt that, dear. Didn't you once try to convince me that you'd seen our newborn baby son's head spinning on his shoulders, barely an hour after I'd given birth to him and after Albus Dumbledore himself had told me to watch out for early signs of his magical abilities?"

James grinned guiltily, "Ah, but that was funny!"

"Hysterical," Lily added drily.

There followed a moment's silence, during which Harry carefully chose his next words so as not to sound like he had been waiting to say them ever since he had flown his first broomstick.

"Um, D- James?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"You can call me, 'Dad', if you want, Harry, I won't kill you for it-"

Harry blushed awkwardly and forced himself to look into his father's warm, blue eyes, an odd feature in a face that so closely resembled his own. He almost laughed when it occurred to him that his father was probably having the same thought.

"Okay, um, Dad, what kind of broom did you fly?"

James chuckled, surprised at the serious tone in which his son had asked such a trivial question.

"Oh, I had a Nimbus 50, the best broom that money could buy. Such smooth lines, turned at the slightest touch, beautifully crafted, elegant..."

"Prongs, you're making Lily jealous!" Sirius pointed out.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, well she had her beloved leather-bound, first edition copy of 'Hogwarts: A History', now didn't she? Actually slept with it under her pillow every night, terrified Voldemort would come to the house and steal it. I'm surprised she didn't think of using the Fidelius Charm! Mind you, it wasn't really necessary with two of the country's best Aurors to stand guard over it night and day, a worthy occupation for us, I'm sure you'll agree! And you didn't hear me complaining about that, did you, Padfoot?"

Sirius laughed loudly and hugged Lily in mock comfort. Ron, however, was looking at her in complete amazement.

He blurted out, "You actually read, 'Hogwarts: A History'?"

Lily looked slightly hurt, reminding him painfully of Hermione. James simply smiled and continued speaking to Harry.

"Never mind. Anyway, Harry, getting back to my excellent Nimbus...why do you ask?"

"Oh, just curious...but you should see my Firebolt! Sirius bought it for me. You'll be amazed when you try it out. It's the best broom I've ever-"

"What's that?" Arabella shrieked, pointing at a spot near James' feet.

Everyone except James and Lily suddenly jumped in fright as they saw the circular blue ring of light emanating from the ground beneath the Potters' feet. James didn't seem to notice, however, and his lips moved silently as he spoke obliviously to Harry, who sadly could no longer decipher the words. Lily also seemed unaware of the strange events that were transpiring around her, and she merely continued to nod occasionally at her husband's conversation and smile apologisingly at Arabella, whom she presumed would be bored by the discussion of broomsticks. Harry struggled to listen to his father's distant voice. It was as if some unseen force were pulling James Potter far away from the long, dark tunnel in Azkaban and his distraught, beloved son. Amidst the confusion, Harry could only make out a few words, "... have to agree... Quidditch...Canons..."

Harry watched helplessly as his parents' bodies began to fade, growing dimmer and dimmer with every passing second and coming closer to resembling the ghostly apparitions that had aided him in his escape from the graveyard at Little Hangleton after the disastrous Triwizard Tournament. Finally, however, James noticed that his son's eyes were riveted on his body, which seemed to be flickering between a strange blue and silver glow. He immediately turned to face Lily, who nodded glumly and looked down at her own figure, where a similar sight greeted her. Arabella took Harry's hand and glanced at him sympathetically, realising that he understood what was happening.

"The spell is ending?"

"Sorry, Harry".

"It's all right, I'll see them again".

"What do you mean?"

Harry pulled Lord Voldemort's wand out of his pocket and held it closely. Sirius looked at him blankly, uncomprehending. Arabella understood, however.

"Is that You-Know-Who's wand?" she asked, startled.

Harry nodded in affirmation and turned back to his parents. Lily and James were now almost completely invisible but, as he strained his ears, Harry could just make out two final heartfelt words before they disappeared in a burst of blue light, "...love you...".

"Mum, Dad..." he whispered achingly.

The light faded and all was dark. Then they were gone. Harry wiped the tears from his eyes and searched in his pocket for Voldemort's wand, just to reassure himself that it was there. It'll be all right. I'll see them again soon...

Back at the hidden cleft, not very far away, two shadows were swallowed up by the darkness as they continued their determined pursuit.





A/N: Finally! That took forever. I have never had to slave over any chapter as much as this one. Unfortunately, I had a major case of writer's block and just couldn't work out how to let Harry escape without killing Voldemort,.so I hope it works okay and that it wasn't too long. Well, I think there are only two more chapters left, or possibly one and an epilogue. I haven't really decided yet. I'll just see how the next part goes. I'd like to thank all the wonderful, kind people who reviewed. I'm eternally grateful! Please review again! Sorry I can't reply to everyone in person, but I've heard about people getting their accounts deleted for having too long A/Ns. Anyway, the following wonderful people get free copies of, 'Magical Me':

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