Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse
Chapter 28 The Duel and the Deathday Curse
A.N. I'm trying to get these on FF.net pretty fast, so not to keep the reviewers waiting for too long. This chapter is dedicated to Gracie Miller, who is incredibly hyper and always goes overboard when reviewing. You da' bomb Girl!!!!!!
Surprisingly enough, no one guessed right. It is not James and co. who came running in on Harry and Voldie. You'll just have to read to find out who it is.
Malena
James was sitting in the Dumbledore's office, his face in his hands. Sirius and Remus were sitting a few feet away from him, staring at the floor. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, thinking hard. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were sitting on James's other side. Everyone was incredibly worried about Harry and Ginny. James was feeling resentful, Mrs. Weasley was close to tears, and Sirius and Remus were just wondering what they should do now. Should they wait for some sign of Harry and Ginny, or should they start searching for him. They knew, somehow, that Harry had to get through this on his own.
There was a series of doors slamming and the sound of people running up the stairs to Professor Dumbledore's office. A moment later Ron and Hermione came running into the room.
"Do you know where he is?" Hermione said hurriedly. "Do you know if he's all right? Oh, I knew something like this was going to happen-"
"Hermione, we have no more information from what you were told." Professor Dumbledore said heavily. James sighed.
At that moment the doors sprang open and a Death Eater came striding into the room.
"What do you want?" Voldemort spat. "Why are you disturbing us?"
"My lord," came Lucius Malfoy's voice from under the cloak. He bowed and said. "I have something that should be of great interest to you."
He held up something in his arms. The Deathday Book. Harry felt the color drain from his face as he saw Malfoy handing the book to Voldemort, who was smiling.
"Good job Lucius," He said in a gleeful whisper. "You will be rewarded very greatly. Very greatly." Voldemort opened the book and the blood poured from the pages once more. Voldemort paid no attention to the liquid coming from the book and started to read the prophecy. Then he turned the page and his eyes widened in happiness as they fell upon the incantation. He muttered the words and then smiled slyly.
"Thank you Lucius, thank you very much." He handed the book back to Lucius and turned back to Harry, who stared angrily back at Voldemort, ignoring the searing pain in his scar.
"You never returned the bow Potter," Voldemort said, with a smile on his face. Harry slowly bowed, never taking his eyes off of Voldemort.
"And now, we duel." Harry immediately had to dodge the Cruciatus curse. He got back up and yelled, "Stupefy!" Voldemort was knocked off of his feet and thrown into the wall. He was not Stunned however.
"That was not smart Potter," He whispered venomously. "Crucio." This time Harry was hit with the spell. He fell to the ground, yelling in pain. A second or so later the spell was removed and Harry scrambled to his feet. Voldemort was like a cat, always playing with their prey before killing, always making them seem like they had a chance to survive before ripping their life from their bodies.
Before Harry could so much as lift up his wand he was hit with the Cruciatus curse again. Harry was hit with it three times in a row. He was tired, and aching, he didn't know how much more he could stand. He rolled over and dodged the curse again.
He was able to get to his feet and he had his wand in his hand, raised, and pointed at Voldemort. Voldemort's was pointed at him.
"Any last words, Potter?" Voldemort snarled. Harry didn't reply, he wasn't going to play along. He was not going to be beaten by Voldemort…
"No? You just wasted precious seconds of your life. This is the end." Voldemort opened his mouth to shout a spell, just as Harry did. At the same instant, they both said, "Avada Decorpus Kedavra."
The eight people in Dumbledore's office had been sitting in silence for what seemed like forever. They all jumped when they heard the door slam and someone screaming from outside the door.
"Professor Dumbledore! Please let me in!" came Ginny's voice from outside while she pounded on the door.
James jumped up and ran over to the door, he pulled it open and Ginny came rushing in.
"Ginny!" squealed Mrs. Weasley as she ran over and embraced her daughter. Ginny squirmed out of her grasp and ran up to Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor! Harry's still there! He's with Voldemort! He-He traded himself for me! He's still there Professor! We n-need to go back to him!"
"Miss Weasley, please calm down. Now, where is Harry?"
"He's-he's in the mountain," Ginny stammered.
"We already know that much from James," Dumbledore said, nodding toward James. "But we don't know exactly where."
"The very center!" Ginny said. "The map!" She exclaimed suddenly. She reached into her torn robes, but the map that Harry had given her was nowhere to be found.
"Harry gave me a map of the mountain, but I lost it." Ginny said, sounding close to tears. "Wait a moment." Sirius said suddenly. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a piece of clean parchment. "For Harry's birthday I gave him a necklace. Wherever Harry is, I'll know, if he's wearing the necklace." Sirius tapped the parchment with his wand. Suddenly, a map identical to the one Ginny had appeared on the paper.
A dot with Harry's name was on it, at the very center.
"Sirius, Remus, James," Dumbledore said. "You must go at once. God's speed."
Sirius, Remus and James all rushed out of the room and down the stairs.
The spells met, and connected, like they had before. Only this time, the connection was not gold, but it was pitch black. And instead of Pheonix song, the wail of thousands of people echoed off of the chamber walls. Harry watched in horror as the blackness started to spread around him and Voldemort, like a giant cage. Voldemort looked as terrified as Harry felt. Suddenly, Harry's wand turned cold, and the wand started to tremble as the screams got louder and louder. Suddenly, out of the connection, came a voice.
"The Prophecy…"
"There will be only one survivor when the darkness and the light do battle
Harry's wand started to shake violently. It was impossible for him to hold on any longer. Suddenly, a voice rang out through the screams and wails.
"The winner will be shown now…" The connection splintered, and the two spells that had been performed when shooting toward the person they were meant to hit. The spells hit Harry and Voldemort, and they were both thrown into a wall. Harry slumped down and fell to the ground. He didn't move. Voldemort lay facedown on the ground as well.
Everything was silent.
"Are we almost there?" James panted, calling back to Sirius who was staring hard at the map.
"Yes, we're almost there." Sirius said. They turned a corner, turned another, and they ran into the chamber. Two figures were slumped onto the ground, neither moving.
"Harry!" James gasped. He ran over and turned Harry over. His eyes were closed.
"Oh please Harry," James whispered. "Please, don't be dead. Please, don't leave me." James pleaded with his son.
"James, is he alright?" Sirius asked, crouching down next to him and taking his pulse.
"I don't know," James said. "Sirius, is his heart beating. Please say, yes." Sirius looked up at James. His eyes were wide with panic and he was looking at Sirius with a pleading look. Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by Remus.
Remus had walked over to the other side of the chamber, where Voldemort was laying. He turned him over with his shoe, reached down and took Voldemort's pulse.
"Sirius, James," Remus said. "He's dead."
"What?" Sirius gasped. "He's dead? How?"
"I don't know," Remus said, wiping his hands on his robes as though he had just touched something slimy and disgusting. "He just is."
"What about Harry?" James prompted to Sirius. "Is he…"
"No, Harry's heart is beating, only barely though." Sirius said quietly. "Do you know what this means James?"
"That Harry will be alright?"
"I don't know. But Harry beat Voldemort, and if Voldemort's dead then…"
"I don't give a damn about Voldemort right now," James snapped. "We need to get Harry back to Hogwarts. Now."
James conjured up a stretcher and he and Remus lifted Harry onto it. The stretcher levitated a few feet above the ground as they returned to Hogwarts.
A.N. That's all for now. I'm sure that a bunch of you want to know how Harry beat Voldie, but that'll be in the next chapter probably. Anyway, please review!!!!!!
Malena
