"So how do I get it open?" Jamea asked, surveying the sink and the little scratch in the shape of a snake. "I've never really done this before, you know?"
"Well tell it to open!" Evan said. Did his eyes just flash red? That couldn't be…nah.
"In English or Parseltongue?"
"Parseltongue! How dense are you Tom?"
Jamea looked up at him. Tom?
"That's not my name!" Jamea said, backing away slowly. "What's wrong with you Evan?'
"Nothing, nothing." Evan said. "I don't know why I called you Tom."
"Yeah, nether do I, Evan. I don't think this is a very good idea. Lets just go to bed." He turned around; ready to walk out, but Evan wrapped a hand tightly around his arm.
"Open the Chamber, Jamea." He hissed and yanked him over to the sink.
"Okay, Evan." Jamea said. "Just let go of my arm."
"Open it!" He squeezed the arm with more strength than Jamea thought he could have in him.
"Evan- let- go- of -me!" Jamea said.
"OPEN THE GOD DAMN CHAMBER!"
Jamea looked at the snake and muttered, "Open up."
Evan smiled wickedly and did not release Jamea. "Go down the slide."
"No, Evan. I want to go to bed."
"Do it Jamea!"
"No! Get away from me!" Jamea yelled. "GET AWAY!"
"Oh Jamea, be quiet!" Evan said forcefully. "You'll give us away."
"Yes, that would be the general idea." Jamea said he tried to yank his arm out of Evan's grip. "You're hurting me, Evan. Please let go!"
"That isn't all the pain you'll get from me!" Evan said. But it wasn't Evan's voice. It was somebody else's. It was high and cold. It made Jamea wasn't to run and hide.
"Who are you?" He choked out.
"Allow me to introduce myself." Evan's body changed drastically. It grew many inches and thinned. The nose lengthened and the eyes sunk in and changed into a reddish rusty color. His hair turned black with wisps of gray. "I am the Lord Voldemort."
Jamea broke free of the grip on his arm, which was now very brittle. "Stay away from me! HELP! HELP ME!" Jamea screamed as loud as he could.
"That isn't going to help you, boy." Voldemort sneered. "Come here."
"NO!" Jamea yelled and ran out of the bathroom, Voldemort hot on his trail. "HELP ME HELP ME! Oh god, somebody help me!"
Doors were banging. Somebody was coming for him. Jamea slowed down. Voldemort took his chance and dove for Jamea. Jamea screamed and kicked Voldemort down and then kept running. A skeletal hand wrapped around Jamea's ankle and brought him down on the ground with a sickening smack.
Jamea looked up as his world started to go into blackness and whispered, "Don't let him take me." And then he was out cold.
Voldemort grinned and stood up. Luscious came out of the bathroom and picked up Jamea. "Good work, my Lord." He said and threw an invisibility cloak over them. When Professor Dumbledore came into the hall four seconds later, all he saw was a smattering of blood on the stone.
"You may have won the battle, Voldemort." Dumbledore said to the air. "But you have not won the war."
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Harry pulled on his cloak, getting ready to go to Quidditch practice. Katherine was still sleeping, the covers tucked tightly around her. She looked peaceful when she slept.
An owl fluttered through the window. Harry took the letter from it and it fluttered back through the window.
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Potter,
We regret to inform you that your son Jamea Potter is missing. He snuck out of his bed last night and from what Professor Dumbledore heard he was being attacked. But when the staff came to the hall he was in, nothing could be found of your son except some blood. We're doing everything in our power to find them.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry re read the letter four times before shaking Kat awake. She groggily read the letter. When she had finished she looked faint.
"On no!" She said bursting out into tears. "What are we going to do?"
"Not sit around that's for sure." Harry said. "Come on, we've got to go find him!"
"I can't though, Harry!" Katherine cried. "I can't run with my stomach this large! I can barely move!"
Another owl came in the room and dropped a letter. It was oddly heavy. Harry ripped it open. Voices flooded the bedroom.
"Well, good to see you check your mail." It was Voldemort.
"VOLDEMORT WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?" Harry yelled into the envelope.
"He's here with me." Voldemort said. Harry wished he could see them. He wanted to know were they were.
"Dad? Is that you?" Jamea's voice came in from the background. "Help me! Please, please help me! He's going to-"
"Shut up boy!" Voldemort said forcefully.
"Dad! Mom! Please!" Jamea was crying.
"I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET!" Voldemort bellowed.
"I'm begging you!" Jamea sobbed. "I'm scared."
"Crucio!" Voldemort said.
"VOLDEMORT TAKE THAT CURSE OFF OF MY SON!" Harry screamed, feeling helpless. Katherine was looking very astonished indeed.
"Harry?" She said quietly.
Harry looked at her. "Yes?"
"My water broke." She said. "I'm going to go into labor."
"Oh shit." Harry said. He picked her up like a small child and yelled into the letter, "Jamea hang in there! I'll try to find you as soon as I get her to the hospital! She's having the baby now. Be strong, Jamea. We love you. VOLDEMORT IF I HEAR YOU'VE TOUCHED A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD YOU WILL SEE THE FULL EXTENT OF MY WRATH!"
"Dad- we're in a cave- somewhere in Wales! There's- there's a tourist attraction below it. Please hurry!" Jamea said and started yelling as Voldemort issued another smack.
"You'd do best to shut up, boy." Harry heard him hiss and Jamea whimpered.
Harry blew the letter up and ran out of the bedroom, Katherine screaming in pain in his arms.
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"Lady with a baby coming through!" Harry yelled as he ran through Mungo's Hospital. He pushed the people in the line to see the doctors out of the way. "She's going into labor." He panted. "And we're kind of in a crunch here if you wouldn't mind." He told the secretary.
"Well, sir, you'll have to wait in the line like everybody else-"
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME THE FIRST TIME? MY WIFE IS HAVING A BABY AND YOU'LL DO WELL TO GET HER A DOCTOR!"
"Y- yes sir. Can I get a name?"
"Harry Potter and Katherine Potter."
"Right away sir." She said and came around the counter with a wheelchair. Harry set her in the wheelchair gently and kissed her.
"I'm sorry honey, but I need to go get Jamea. I'll try to be back quickly. I swear I'll try."
"Good luck Harry." She said and winced. "I love you." He kissed her again and whished her luck as she was wheeled down the hallway.
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Harry quickly went back home and changed into some better clothing. Breeches, a tunic and- he scowled greatly when he put it on- a sword and a stiletto. If Voldemort wouldn't die by curses, he WOULD die by bloodshed. Harry didn't realize he was grinning grimly as he left the house.
Harry knew exactly where Voldemort was. It was stupid how bad he was at hiding things. Maridunum Wales. It had to be. There was a tourist attraction below Merlin's cave. They were in Merlin's cave. They HAD to be. And so his disappeared to the foot of the village and ran to the place where they rented out horses to explore the mountains.
The man running the place looked oddly at Harry when he spotted him. Harry knew the picture he must make. A tall, young man wearing a cloak, which was fanning out behind him and then a medieval looking outfit, complete with a dangerously beautiful sword.
"Give me a horse." Harry said. The man gaped at him.
"Sorry sir, we're closed." He said paling.
"Did I ask if you were closed?" Harry asked. "No. I didn't."
"I don't think I can give you a horse, sir." The man said. "Now g-go home."
"Give me a horse." Harry growled and banged a fist on a rustic looking counter. "Give me a horse or I'll steal one."
The man crossed himself. Harry stared into his eyes. The man whimpered. "What kind would you like sir?"
"Something fast." Harry said. "I don't want what you advertise as horses. I want a real one." He pointed to a mare. "She'll do."
"A-are you sure?" The holster said. "She's a beauty, but she's thrown herself a few riders, sir."
"I've ridden before." Harry assured him and swung a leg over the great beast. "I'll return her later."
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"Push Katherine!" Evan's mother said. (See remember how I said that the mother's worked together? Now you know what Katherine is…) "Common Kat! Put your back into it!"
"It-isn't-working!" Katherine screamed. "It- won't come- OUT!" She gasped panting for air.
"Your contractions are growing farther apart." Evelyn said. "Maybe the baby isn't as ready as we thought. Here- take some water."
A nurse put a glass of water to Kat's lips and she drank.
"I think the kid is waiting for his daddy to come and watch." Katherine said when she had finished.
"Maybe." Evelyn said. "It's always possible. Where is Harry?"
"Off to save the world." Katherine said with a dry laugh.
"Go figure."
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"You killed my girlfriend, didn't you?" Jamea said. His hands and feet were tied together and he was sitting on an ancient, squeaky bed. Voldemort was pacing in front of him.
"She failed me." Voldemort said. "Her job was to bring you to me and she failed so I killed her. Of course her heart blew up from fear when she saw me, so it really wasn't my fault."
"Oh, of course it wasn't." Jamea said sarcastically. "She died at the sight of your ugly face. What a compliment that must have been."
Voldemort glared at Jamea and smacked him.
"Never say that again." Voldemort warned as he lifted his hand away. "Because next time I wont be so nice to you."
There was a long silence.
"What are you waiting for?" Jamea asked after a while. "I mean, if you're going to kill me, just get it over with."
"What makes you think I'm going to kill you, Tom?"
"Would you stop calling me that?" Jamea said. "TOM isn't even my name."
"I'm not going to kill you because I need you on my side." Voldemort said, ignoring his last statement.
"What if I don't want to be on your side, eh?" Jamea said.
"Then I'll force you to be on my side." Voldemort said. "I forced your father to be on my side, why should you be any different?"
"Because I have a back bone?"
Voldemort laughed. "You don't like him much, do you?"
"I don't know." Jamea sneered. "He never killed my girlfriend."
Voldemort stopped pacing abruptly. "You hate your father, but yet you still wont come willingly to my side? What kind of child are you? If you joined with me, I guarantee your father would have fits.
"You should become a preacher, Voldemort." Somebody said quietly near the front of the cave. "You seem to be trying to convert this poor boy to your evil religion."
Jamea gasped. Voldemort looked up in surprise.
"Well, well, well." Voldemort said with a grin. "What have we got here?"
Jamea was gaping at the man in the front of the cave. He looked like something that had popped out of a history book. The lighting in the cave wasn't good. Jamea couldn't see very well, so he said the first thing that came into his mind. "M-Merlin?"
Voldemort laughed shortly. "That is NOT Merlin." He said and glared at Harry. "But you're close. Merlin's Heir."
Jamea tried to stand up but Voldemort pushed him back onto the bed. "I knew it!" He whispered loudly. "I knew somebody cooler than my dad would come and get me!"
Harry laughed. "Well, I have some news for you." He stepped into the light and Jamea choked on his spit.
"Why are you in my cave?" Harry asked calmly.
"This isn't your cave, Harry." Voldemort sneered. "I gave it to you when you joined our side."
"I NEVER joined YOUR side!" Harry's impassive face broke and he glared daggers at Voldemort. "You forced me to join it! And it is mine!"
"It says its property of the Prince." Voldemort said. "And you are-"
"The Prince of Darkness." Harry said. "Now give me my son and leave!" He knew perfectly well what was going to happen. He knew Voldemort wasn't leaving him or Jamea alone without a fight. He prepared himself for the blow.
"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed. Harry held his hands out in front of him and shot a bolt of fire and blew up the purple light coming towards him.
"Oh impressive." Voldemort said and sneered, brushing off his robes.
"Isn't it?" Harry asked wincing realizing his hands were slightly scalded. He felt suddenly subconscious in his slightly odd outfit. Jamea was looking at him quite strangely and Harry seriously couldn't tell if the look was of awe or mockery. "What do you want?"
"Dad-" Jamea said. Voldemort rounded on him.
"I told you not to speak." Voldemort said coldly. "Face the consequences. Crucio!"
Harry paled and lunged at Voldemort as Jamea fell of the bed, screaming. Voldemort's body collapsed onto the ground under Harry's. Harry pulled Voldemort's wand off of its target and shot it at the ceiling. Voldemort snarled and suddenly he was on to of Harry, arms wrapped firmly around his neck.
"No!" Jamea yelled.
Harry choked something at him like "I'm okay" but Jamea still looked frightened.
"Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you!" Voldemort was saying. "You've delayed me enough, Potter…"
Harry lashed out a leg and kicked/kneed Voldemort in the ribs somewhere. He wheezed and rolled off of him. Harry stood up and dusted himself off. "Sixteen years has not gone into your favor." He said. His eyes flickered momentarily to his son. He smiled and Jamea realized that the ropes holding his arms and feet fast together had been removed and were on the bed smoldering.
"God I love doing this." Harry said quite suddenly. Jamea looked at him like he was a lunatic. Voldemort had found his feet. He stood shakily.
"You love it, eh?" He said. "CRUCIO!"
Jamea watched helplessly as Harry fell to the ground twitching, but not screaming.
"You were never fun to do this to." Voldemort said lightly. "Come on Harry. I'll let it off of you if you give me a nice scream."
Harry's back was rising up higher than what was natural. Jamea stared. ~* It must take practice not to yell out like that. ~*
~* It did. ~* His father's voice echoed through his mind. Jamea jolted violently. That was NOT natural.
"Crucio." Voldemort said and shook his wand furiously at Harry. "Come on, Harry. Had enough? No? Crucio. More? You want more than this? Crucio. Crucio! CRUCIO!"
Harry let out a tiny sob. Jamea was officially disturbed. "STOP IT!" He screamed. "God, stop it! You terrible, terrible man! Take it off of him!"
Voldemort grinned and did so. Harry's back relaxed and he stood up shakily.
"T-thanks. You sh-shouldn't have." He said and gave him a smile.
"Well Harry, you're son is just as stupid as you, just as stupid as your parents. He was so easily lured into the Chamber…it was almost sad. I will enjoy breaking him."
Jamea paled. "I am not stupid." He said.
"Not quite as stupid as your grandparents." Voldemort sneered. Harry clenched his fists. Voldemort looked at him. "How does it feel to know that you are not only a failure of a son, you are a failure of a father?" He said.
Harry's temper, so far kept in tact flared out. "HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ANYBODY WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE? YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN YOUR GRAVE! CRUCIO!"
Jamea yelped as Voldemort was hit by the spell. His father had placed the spell on him and that spell was illegal!
"So Tom, had enough?" Harry mocked lightly, walking around Voldemort. His other hand went to his belt and he felt the handle of the stiletto under his fingertips. "No? No, you haven't? Crucio. Oh, are you not going to scream for me? That's no fun. Crucio. Is this hurting you terribly? Oh, I'm sorr- Crucio! Did I slip? Oops. That must hurt. Crucio! Oh heavens I did it again! Crucio. Crucio! CRUCIO!"
Voldemort was twitching on the ground, much as Harry had been. His eyes were shooting around everywhere. Harry was driving him mad.
"Dad, you'll put yourself in jail!' Jamea hissed, getting his courage.
"Nonsense, Jamea. They don't put heroes in jail." He said.
"Dad, kill him and get it over with. I want to leave!"
"No!" Harry barked. "This is more than me murdering him again. This is a personal thing, Jamea."
"So I noticed." Jamea said.
Harry fingered the stiletto's handle. He could kill Voldemort while he was down, right now. ~* No. ~* Said a voice in his head. ~* If you do that, you'll be fighting dirty. ~*
Harry lifted the curse off of Voldemort. He stood up. His eyes were still half mad.
"You will pay for that, Potter. I swear to god, you'll pay."
"Bringing God into this isn't going to help you." Jamea said. "I mean, god will never take you into heaven because of all the people you've killed and Satan wont let you into hell because you are still alive after being buried for 15 years. God isn't going to help you now."
Harry smiled at Jamea proudly. He really was Harry's son after all.
"You Potters are so brash! All of you are over-confident fools!" Voldemort burst out suddenly. "You will meet your end someday."
"Yes." Harry said lightly. "We all have to die someday. That includes you too."
"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, but I'm doing it the good way this time." Harry said.
"What is the good way?" Jamea wondered. "How did you kill him the last time?"
Harry didn't hear Jamea. He was staring at Voldemort. "I have never known that hate for one single person could fill a person's entire body." Harry said. "But it fills mine every time I look at you misshapen body. You, more than anybody alive deserve a long slow death. I want you to feel every maggot that eats at your rotting flesh."
Jamea gulped. Was that even possible? He didn't want to know.
"But, we don't always get what we want." Harry said. "I know how you hate how I give speeches before I kill you, by the way, but Voldemort, you have tormented my family and my dreams enough."
"Get on with it, Potter!" Voldemort said. Harry wondered why he wasn't fighting this at all. He must be planning something.
"Get on with what?" Harry asked. "I'm done. I'm going home."
"Avada Kedavra!" There was no way of telling to whom the curse was meant for. Both Harry and Jamea jumped to sides and the curse went out into the night.
"Voldemort!" Harry said. "You'll never win! Look at yourself, man! You're old. You spent 16 years turning into dirt in your grave. You should have stayed in there. You are in no condition to fight with me. With my son too."
"Liar." Voldemort hissed. "Come here, Prince."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Help an old man up." He said.
"Why should I?" Harry asked and edged forward a little bit.
"Because what is a fight when one man is down?" Voldemort said. Harry's eyes went blank, all the sparkle had disappeared. Jamea watched in horror as Harry bent down to help the half decaying man up. "I knew you'd see it like I did." He said with a little laugh.
"Of course." Harry said, like a machine.
Voldemort laughed. "You see Jamea? Your father never left my service. He just forgot he was in it."
"NO!" Jamea said, crying. "No, dad!"
Harry's head snapped up and he made eye contact with his son. Words filled Jamea's head with Harry's voice. ~* Play along. Do you hear me Jamea? ~*
Jamea nodded stiffly.
"Harry, go over to Jamea." Voldemort said. "Tie him up again."
Harry did so, but very loosely. Jamea looked at his father. He looked bewitched. Jamea had to take a few calming breaths.
"Harry, come back over here." Voldemort said.
"Is there anything else you require my lord?"
"One thing, Harry." Voldemort said.
"On your word, my Lord. What is it?"
"Kill him." Voldemort said.
Harry pretended not to understand him.
"Do what?" Harry asked.
"Kill him!" Voldemort said. "You are still young and obviously more powerful. I want you to kill the boy. Do you deny me?"
Harry took a few breaths. He hadn't expected this.
"No, my lord, I dare not deny you." Harry said. "You boy, stand up tall."
Jamea was afraid. He took a deep breath and straitened up.
"Avada-" Harry said and stopped.
"Well get on with it!" Voldemort said, getting angry. "You've lost your charm now. Kill him and be done with it!"
Harry took a very deep breath and took out the stiletto. Jamea gasped, but Voldemort took no notice.
"But my lord!" Harry said smoothly, moving behind him. "Why would I kill my son- when I can kill"- he took a breath and whispered, "you?"
"What?" Voldemort whipped around and Harry thrust the thin, sharp knife directly into his chest. He coughed and Harry moved away from him. Jamea was in shock. This had to be a dream. No way did this happen in normal life.
Harry stood next to his son.
"I'm sorry you had to be here for this." He said quietly. "But-"
Jamea suddenly pointed. Voldemort was not dying. In fact he had yanked the knife out and was walking forward to them.
"Well, your highness looks life you failed again." Voldemort said.
"Damn it!" Harry said under his breath. "Why don't you ever die?"
"It's because I'm immortal." Voldemort said. "I may be old, but I am immortal. I will never die."
"But you age!" Jamea put in. "If you keep aging you'll eventually just slip away out of view."
"Jamea, he's still dangerous. For once believe me when I say SHUT UP!" Harry hissed. Voldemort, clutching his wound walked forward. "Stay away!" Harry said, unsheathing his sword and holding it in front of himself and Jamea.
"Come, Harry." Voldemort asked. "What would you do with that? Cut me in half just so you can watch me grow back together again? Wouldn't do you any good."
Jamea's eyes narrowed. "I don't think you're immortal at all!" He hissed. Harry elbowed him.
~* Be quiet! ~* His voice said in his brain. ~* If you must talk, think it over to me. ~*
~* Why are you waiting? ~* Jamea asked as they backed away from the bleeding man. ~* Murder him! ~*
~* Well, Jamea. ~* Harry said and slashed out the sword, warding the wizard off. ~* I have to think of something touching to say first. ~*
~* Why? ~* Jamea said. ~* That's stupid! You may not get another opening like this! ~*
~* It's tradition! ~* Harry snapped.
"Just do it!" Jamea muttered. "You're wasting time. Mom may have already delivered the baby."
That decided Harry. He was ready, and he knew what to do.
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A/N: Ha! Was that long enough for you all? For the record, it's 13 pages long with size 12 font. That's mad, isn't it? I thought so. Sorry again for the whole Cliffhanger thing, but you know I love them, it's very true. Special thanks to my - um- my fingers because this was kind of hard to type and you have no idea how hard this chapter was to write. Not the length, the content of it. But even so- my fingers played a pretty big part in this chapter. Jamea Potter and the Return of the Dark Lord is almost to a end my friends! So now, I need help! Yay! You're favorite part of reading I'm sure!
Kat is pregnant, is she not? What gender is the baby?
a) boy
b) girl
c) twins (one boy, one girl)
The choice is yours! Vote away!
"Well tell it to open!" Evan said. Did his eyes just flash red? That couldn't be…nah.
"In English or Parseltongue?"
"Parseltongue! How dense are you Tom?"
Jamea looked up at him. Tom?
"That's not my name!" Jamea said, backing away slowly. "What's wrong with you Evan?'
"Nothing, nothing." Evan said. "I don't know why I called you Tom."
"Yeah, nether do I, Evan. I don't think this is a very good idea. Lets just go to bed." He turned around; ready to walk out, but Evan wrapped a hand tightly around his arm.
"Open the Chamber, Jamea." He hissed and yanked him over to the sink.
"Okay, Evan." Jamea said. "Just let go of my arm."
"Open it!" He squeezed the arm with more strength than Jamea thought he could have in him.
"Evan- let- go- of -me!" Jamea said.
"OPEN THE GOD DAMN CHAMBER!"
Jamea looked at the snake and muttered, "Open up."
Evan smiled wickedly and did not release Jamea. "Go down the slide."
"No, Evan. I want to go to bed."
"Do it Jamea!"
"No! Get away from me!" Jamea yelled. "GET AWAY!"
"Oh Jamea, be quiet!" Evan said forcefully. "You'll give us away."
"Yes, that would be the general idea." Jamea said he tried to yank his arm out of Evan's grip. "You're hurting me, Evan. Please let go!"
"That isn't all the pain you'll get from me!" Evan said. But it wasn't Evan's voice. It was somebody else's. It was high and cold. It made Jamea wasn't to run and hide.
"Who are you?" He choked out.
"Allow me to introduce myself." Evan's body changed drastically. It grew many inches and thinned. The nose lengthened and the eyes sunk in and changed into a reddish rusty color. His hair turned black with wisps of gray. "I am the Lord Voldemort."
Jamea broke free of the grip on his arm, which was now very brittle. "Stay away from me! HELP! HELP ME!" Jamea screamed as loud as he could.
"That isn't going to help you, boy." Voldemort sneered. "Come here."
"NO!" Jamea yelled and ran out of the bathroom, Voldemort hot on his trail. "HELP ME HELP ME! Oh god, somebody help me!"
Doors were banging. Somebody was coming for him. Jamea slowed down. Voldemort took his chance and dove for Jamea. Jamea screamed and kicked Voldemort down and then kept running. A skeletal hand wrapped around Jamea's ankle and brought him down on the ground with a sickening smack.
Jamea looked up as his world started to go into blackness and whispered, "Don't let him take me." And then he was out cold.
Voldemort grinned and stood up. Luscious came out of the bathroom and picked up Jamea. "Good work, my Lord." He said and threw an invisibility cloak over them. When Professor Dumbledore came into the hall four seconds later, all he saw was a smattering of blood on the stone.
"You may have won the battle, Voldemort." Dumbledore said to the air. "But you have not won the war."
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Harry pulled on his cloak, getting ready to go to Quidditch practice. Katherine was still sleeping, the covers tucked tightly around her. She looked peaceful when she slept.
An owl fluttered through the window. Harry took the letter from it and it fluttered back through the window.
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Potter,
We regret to inform you that your son Jamea Potter is missing. He snuck out of his bed last night and from what Professor Dumbledore heard he was being attacked. But when the staff came to the hall he was in, nothing could be found of your son except some blood. We're doing everything in our power to find them.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry re read the letter four times before shaking Kat awake. She groggily read the letter. When she had finished she looked faint.
"On no!" She said bursting out into tears. "What are we going to do?"
"Not sit around that's for sure." Harry said. "Come on, we've got to go find him!"
"I can't though, Harry!" Katherine cried. "I can't run with my stomach this large! I can barely move!"
Another owl came in the room and dropped a letter. It was oddly heavy. Harry ripped it open. Voices flooded the bedroom.
"Well, good to see you check your mail." It was Voldemort.
"VOLDEMORT WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?" Harry yelled into the envelope.
"He's here with me." Voldemort said. Harry wished he could see them. He wanted to know were they were.
"Dad? Is that you?" Jamea's voice came in from the background. "Help me! Please, please help me! He's going to-"
"Shut up boy!" Voldemort said forcefully.
"Dad! Mom! Please!" Jamea was crying.
"I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET!" Voldemort bellowed.
"I'm begging you!" Jamea sobbed. "I'm scared."
"Crucio!" Voldemort said.
"VOLDEMORT TAKE THAT CURSE OFF OF MY SON!" Harry screamed, feeling helpless. Katherine was looking very astonished indeed.
"Harry?" She said quietly.
Harry looked at her. "Yes?"
"My water broke." She said. "I'm going to go into labor."
"Oh shit." Harry said. He picked her up like a small child and yelled into the letter, "Jamea hang in there! I'll try to find you as soon as I get her to the hospital! She's having the baby now. Be strong, Jamea. We love you. VOLDEMORT IF I HEAR YOU'VE TOUCHED A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD YOU WILL SEE THE FULL EXTENT OF MY WRATH!"
"Dad- we're in a cave- somewhere in Wales! There's- there's a tourist attraction below it. Please hurry!" Jamea said and started yelling as Voldemort issued another smack.
"You'd do best to shut up, boy." Harry heard him hiss and Jamea whimpered.
Harry blew the letter up and ran out of the bedroom, Katherine screaming in pain in his arms.
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"Lady with a baby coming through!" Harry yelled as he ran through Mungo's Hospital. He pushed the people in the line to see the doctors out of the way. "She's going into labor." He panted. "And we're kind of in a crunch here if you wouldn't mind." He told the secretary.
"Well, sir, you'll have to wait in the line like everybody else-"
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME THE FIRST TIME? MY WIFE IS HAVING A BABY AND YOU'LL DO WELL TO GET HER A DOCTOR!"
"Y- yes sir. Can I get a name?"
"Harry Potter and Katherine Potter."
"Right away sir." She said and came around the counter with a wheelchair. Harry set her in the wheelchair gently and kissed her.
"I'm sorry honey, but I need to go get Jamea. I'll try to be back quickly. I swear I'll try."
"Good luck Harry." She said and winced. "I love you." He kissed her again and whished her luck as she was wheeled down the hallway.
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Harry quickly went back home and changed into some better clothing. Breeches, a tunic and- he scowled greatly when he put it on- a sword and a stiletto. If Voldemort wouldn't die by curses, he WOULD die by bloodshed. Harry didn't realize he was grinning grimly as he left the house.
Harry knew exactly where Voldemort was. It was stupid how bad he was at hiding things. Maridunum Wales. It had to be. There was a tourist attraction below Merlin's cave. They were in Merlin's cave. They HAD to be. And so his disappeared to the foot of the village and ran to the place where they rented out horses to explore the mountains.
The man running the place looked oddly at Harry when he spotted him. Harry knew the picture he must make. A tall, young man wearing a cloak, which was fanning out behind him and then a medieval looking outfit, complete with a dangerously beautiful sword.
"Give me a horse." Harry said. The man gaped at him.
"Sorry sir, we're closed." He said paling.
"Did I ask if you were closed?" Harry asked. "No. I didn't."
"I don't think I can give you a horse, sir." The man said. "Now g-go home."
"Give me a horse." Harry growled and banged a fist on a rustic looking counter. "Give me a horse or I'll steal one."
The man crossed himself. Harry stared into his eyes. The man whimpered. "What kind would you like sir?"
"Something fast." Harry said. "I don't want what you advertise as horses. I want a real one." He pointed to a mare. "She'll do."
"A-are you sure?" The holster said. "She's a beauty, but she's thrown herself a few riders, sir."
"I've ridden before." Harry assured him and swung a leg over the great beast. "I'll return her later."
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"Push Katherine!" Evan's mother said. (See remember how I said that the mother's worked together? Now you know what Katherine is…) "Common Kat! Put your back into it!"
"It-isn't-working!" Katherine screamed. "It- won't come- OUT!" She gasped panting for air.
"Your contractions are growing farther apart." Evelyn said. "Maybe the baby isn't as ready as we thought. Here- take some water."
A nurse put a glass of water to Kat's lips and she drank.
"I think the kid is waiting for his daddy to come and watch." Katherine said when she had finished.
"Maybe." Evelyn said. "It's always possible. Where is Harry?"
"Off to save the world." Katherine said with a dry laugh.
"Go figure."
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"You killed my girlfriend, didn't you?" Jamea said. His hands and feet were tied together and he was sitting on an ancient, squeaky bed. Voldemort was pacing in front of him.
"She failed me." Voldemort said. "Her job was to bring you to me and she failed so I killed her. Of course her heart blew up from fear when she saw me, so it really wasn't my fault."
"Oh, of course it wasn't." Jamea said sarcastically. "She died at the sight of your ugly face. What a compliment that must have been."
Voldemort glared at Jamea and smacked him.
"Never say that again." Voldemort warned as he lifted his hand away. "Because next time I wont be so nice to you."
There was a long silence.
"What are you waiting for?" Jamea asked after a while. "I mean, if you're going to kill me, just get it over with."
"What makes you think I'm going to kill you, Tom?"
"Would you stop calling me that?" Jamea said. "TOM isn't even my name."
"I'm not going to kill you because I need you on my side." Voldemort said, ignoring his last statement.
"What if I don't want to be on your side, eh?" Jamea said.
"Then I'll force you to be on my side." Voldemort said. "I forced your father to be on my side, why should you be any different?"
"Because I have a back bone?"
Voldemort laughed. "You don't like him much, do you?"
"I don't know." Jamea sneered. "He never killed my girlfriend."
Voldemort stopped pacing abruptly. "You hate your father, but yet you still wont come willingly to my side? What kind of child are you? If you joined with me, I guarantee your father would have fits.
"You should become a preacher, Voldemort." Somebody said quietly near the front of the cave. "You seem to be trying to convert this poor boy to your evil religion."
Jamea gasped. Voldemort looked up in surprise.
"Well, well, well." Voldemort said with a grin. "What have we got here?"
Jamea was gaping at the man in the front of the cave. He looked like something that had popped out of a history book. The lighting in the cave wasn't good. Jamea couldn't see very well, so he said the first thing that came into his mind. "M-Merlin?"
Voldemort laughed shortly. "That is NOT Merlin." He said and glared at Harry. "But you're close. Merlin's Heir."
Jamea tried to stand up but Voldemort pushed him back onto the bed. "I knew it!" He whispered loudly. "I knew somebody cooler than my dad would come and get me!"
Harry laughed. "Well, I have some news for you." He stepped into the light and Jamea choked on his spit.
"Why are you in my cave?" Harry asked calmly.
"This isn't your cave, Harry." Voldemort sneered. "I gave it to you when you joined our side."
"I NEVER joined YOUR side!" Harry's impassive face broke and he glared daggers at Voldemort. "You forced me to join it! And it is mine!"
"It says its property of the Prince." Voldemort said. "And you are-"
"The Prince of Darkness." Harry said. "Now give me my son and leave!" He knew perfectly well what was going to happen. He knew Voldemort wasn't leaving him or Jamea alone without a fight. He prepared himself for the blow.
"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed. Harry held his hands out in front of him and shot a bolt of fire and blew up the purple light coming towards him.
"Oh impressive." Voldemort said and sneered, brushing off his robes.
"Isn't it?" Harry asked wincing realizing his hands were slightly scalded. He felt suddenly subconscious in his slightly odd outfit. Jamea was looking at him quite strangely and Harry seriously couldn't tell if the look was of awe or mockery. "What do you want?"
"Dad-" Jamea said. Voldemort rounded on him.
"I told you not to speak." Voldemort said coldly. "Face the consequences. Crucio!"
Harry paled and lunged at Voldemort as Jamea fell of the bed, screaming. Voldemort's body collapsed onto the ground under Harry's. Harry pulled Voldemort's wand off of its target and shot it at the ceiling. Voldemort snarled and suddenly he was on to of Harry, arms wrapped firmly around his neck.
"No!" Jamea yelled.
Harry choked something at him like "I'm okay" but Jamea still looked frightened.
"Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you!" Voldemort was saying. "You've delayed me enough, Potter…"
Harry lashed out a leg and kicked/kneed Voldemort in the ribs somewhere. He wheezed and rolled off of him. Harry stood up and dusted himself off. "Sixteen years has not gone into your favor." He said. His eyes flickered momentarily to his son. He smiled and Jamea realized that the ropes holding his arms and feet fast together had been removed and were on the bed smoldering.
"God I love doing this." Harry said quite suddenly. Jamea looked at him like he was a lunatic. Voldemort had found his feet. He stood shakily.
"You love it, eh?" He said. "CRUCIO!"
Jamea watched helplessly as Harry fell to the ground twitching, but not screaming.
"You were never fun to do this to." Voldemort said lightly. "Come on Harry. I'll let it off of you if you give me a nice scream."
Harry's back was rising up higher than what was natural. Jamea stared. ~* It must take practice not to yell out like that. ~*
~* It did. ~* His father's voice echoed through his mind. Jamea jolted violently. That was NOT natural.
"Crucio." Voldemort said and shook his wand furiously at Harry. "Come on, Harry. Had enough? No? Crucio. More? You want more than this? Crucio. Crucio! CRUCIO!"
Harry let out a tiny sob. Jamea was officially disturbed. "STOP IT!" He screamed. "God, stop it! You terrible, terrible man! Take it off of him!"
Voldemort grinned and did so. Harry's back relaxed and he stood up shakily.
"T-thanks. You sh-shouldn't have." He said and gave him a smile.
"Well Harry, you're son is just as stupid as you, just as stupid as your parents. He was so easily lured into the Chamber…it was almost sad. I will enjoy breaking him."
Jamea paled. "I am not stupid." He said.
"Not quite as stupid as your grandparents." Voldemort sneered. Harry clenched his fists. Voldemort looked at him. "How does it feel to know that you are not only a failure of a son, you are a failure of a father?" He said.
Harry's temper, so far kept in tact flared out. "HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ANYBODY WHEN YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE? YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN YOUR GRAVE! CRUCIO!"
Jamea yelped as Voldemort was hit by the spell. His father had placed the spell on him and that spell was illegal!
"So Tom, had enough?" Harry mocked lightly, walking around Voldemort. His other hand went to his belt and he felt the handle of the stiletto under his fingertips. "No? No, you haven't? Crucio. Oh, are you not going to scream for me? That's no fun. Crucio. Is this hurting you terribly? Oh, I'm sorr- Crucio! Did I slip? Oops. That must hurt. Crucio! Oh heavens I did it again! Crucio. Crucio! CRUCIO!"
Voldemort was twitching on the ground, much as Harry had been. His eyes were shooting around everywhere. Harry was driving him mad.
"Dad, you'll put yourself in jail!' Jamea hissed, getting his courage.
"Nonsense, Jamea. They don't put heroes in jail." He said.
"Dad, kill him and get it over with. I want to leave!"
"No!" Harry barked. "This is more than me murdering him again. This is a personal thing, Jamea."
"So I noticed." Jamea said.
Harry fingered the stiletto's handle. He could kill Voldemort while he was down, right now. ~* No. ~* Said a voice in his head. ~* If you do that, you'll be fighting dirty. ~*
Harry lifted the curse off of Voldemort. He stood up. His eyes were still half mad.
"You will pay for that, Potter. I swear to god, you'll pay."
"Bringing God into this isn't going to help you." Jamea said. "I mean, god will never take you into heaven because of all the people you've killed and Satan wont let you into hell because you are still alive after being buried for 15 years. God isn't going to help you now."
Harry smiled at Jamea proudly. He really was Harry's son after all.
"You Potters are so brash! All of you are over-confident fools!" Voldemort burst out suddenly. "You will meet your end someday."
"Yes." Harry said lightly. "We all have to die someday. That includes you too."
"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, but I'm doing it the good way this time." Harry said.
"What is the good way?" Jamea wondered. "How did you kill him the last time?"
Harry didn't hear Jamea. He was staring at Voldemort. "I have never known that hate for one single person could fill a person's entire body." Harry said. "But it fills mine every time I look at you misshapen body. You, more than anybody alive deserve a long slow death. I want you to feel every maggot that eats at your rotting flesh."
Jamea gulped. Was that even possible? He didn't want to know.
"But, we don't always get what we want." Harry said. "I know how you hate how I give speeches before I kill you, by the way, but Voldemort, you have tormented my family and my dreams enough."
"Get on with it, Potter!" Voldemort said. Harry wondered why he wasn't fighting this at all. He must be planning something.
"Get on with what?" Harry asked. "I'm done. I'm going home."
"Avada Kedavra!" There was no way of telling to whom the curse was meant for. Both Harry and Jamea jumped to sides and the curse went out into the night.
"Voldemort!" Harry said. "You'll never win! Look at yourself, man! You're old. You spent 16 years turning into dirt in your grave. You should have stayed in there. You are in no condition to fight with me. With my son too."
"Liar." Voldemort hissed. "Come here, Prince."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Help an old man up." He said.
"Why should I?" Harry asked and edged forward a little bit.
"Because what is a fight when one man is down?" Voldemort said. Harry's eyes went blank, all the sparkle had disappeared. Jamea watched in horror as Harry bent down to help the half decaying man up. "I knew you'd see it like I did." He said with a little laugh.
"Of course." Harry said, like a machine.
Voldemort laughed. "You see Jamea? Your father never left my service. He just forgot he was in it."
"NO!" Jamea said, crying. "No, dad!"
Harry's head snapped up and he made eye contact with his son. Words filled Jamea's head with Harry's voice. ~* Play along. Do you hear me Jamea? ~*
Jamea nodded stiffly.
"Harry, go over to Jamea." Voldemort said. "Tie him up again."
Harry did so, but very loosely. Jamea looked at his father. He looked bewitched. Jamea had to take a few calming breaths.
"Harry, come back over here." Voldemort said.
"Is there anything else you require my lord?"
"One thing, Harry." Voldemort said.
"On your word, my Lord. What is it?"
"Kill him." Voldemort said.
Harry pretended not to understand him.
"Do what?" Harry asked.
"Kill him!" Voldemort said. "You are still young and obviously more powerful. I want you to kill the boy. Do you deny me?"
Harry took a few breaths. He hadn't expected this.
"No, my lord, I dare not deny you." Harry said. "You boy, stand up tall."
Jamea was afraid. He took a deep breath and straitened up.
"Avada-" Harry said and stopped.
"Well get on with it!" Voldemort said, getting angry. "You've lost your charm now. Kill him and be done with it!"
Harry took a very deep breath and took out the stiletto. Jamea gasped, but Voldemort took no notice.
"But my lord!" Harry said smoothly, moving behind him. "Why would I kill my son- when I can kill"- he took a breath and whispered, "you?"
"What?" Voldemort whipped around and Harry thrust the thin, sharp knife directly into his chest. He coughed and Harry moved away from him. Jamea was in shock. This had to be a dream. No way did this happen in normal life.
Harry stood next to his son.
"I'm sorry you had to be here for this." He said quietly. "But-"
Jamea suddenly pointed. Voldemort was not dying. In fact he had yanked the knife out and was walking forward to them.
"Well, your highness looks life you failed again." Voldemort said.
"Damn it!" Harry said under his breath. "Why don't you ever die?"
"It's because I'm immortal." Voldemort said. "I may be old, but I am immortal. I will never die."
"But you age!" Jamea put in. "If you keep aging you'll eventually just slip away out of view."
"Jamea, he's still dangerous. For once believe me when I say SHUT UP!" Harry hissed. Voldemort, clutching his wound walked forward. "Stay away!" Harry said, unsheathing his sword and holding it in front of himself and Jamea.
"Come, Harry." Voldemort asked. "What would you do with that? Cut me in half just so you can watch me grow back together again? Wouldn't do you any good."
Jamea's eyes narrowed. "I don't think you're immortal at all!" He hissed. Harry elbowed him.
~* Be quiet! ~* His voice said in his brain. ~* If you must talk, think it over to me. ~*
~* Why are you waiting? ~* Jamea asked as they backed away from the bleeding man. ~* Murder him! ~*
~* Well, Jamea. ~* Harry said and slashed out the sword, warding the wizard off. ~* I have to think of something touching to say first. ~*
~* Why? ~* Jamea said. ~* That's stupid! You may not get another opening like this! ~*
~* It's tradition! ~* Harry snapped.
"Just do it!" Jamea muttered. "You're wasting time. Mom may have already delivered the baby."
That decided Harry. He was ready, and he knew what to do.
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A/N: Ha! Was that long enough for you all? For the record, it's 13 pages long with size 12 font. That's mad, isn't it? I thought so. Sorry again for the whole Cliffhanger thing, but you know I love them, it's very true. Special thanks to my - um- my fingers because this was kind of hard to type and you have no idea how hard this chapter was to write. Not the length, the content of it. But even so- my fingers played a pretty big part in this chapter. Jamea Potter and the Return of the Dark Lord is almost to a end my friends! So now, I need help! Yay! You're favorite part of reading I'm sure!
Kat is pregnant, is she not? What gender is the baby?
a) boy
b) girl
c) twins (one boy, one girl)
The choice is yours! Vote away!