A.N. Okay, here is an idea from Dan and Will. My internet wuz acting up, while I wuz IM-ing them, and here's an idea that they had. This is not actually a part of my story:
"Damn!" Ivy burst out angrily. She slammed her fist down onto her laptop, and snapped it shut. She opened it again and tried to log onto her e-mail again and it froze on her. She cursed loudly and pounded her fist onto the keyboard. It left a dent. Ivy picked up the laptop and smashed it onto the side of Snape's head.
"Take that, your lowness," Ivy snapped.
"Ahem," Sphinx said, looking over the top of her sunglasses at Ivy. Ivy rolled her eyes and said, "I mean- your highness…"
Anywayz, I hope that you enjoy this chapter.
Malena
P.S. I'm glad that several of you "enjoyed" my little joke at the beginning of the last chapter
*evil cackle *
"Potter…" Voldemort hissed. Harry felt the color drain from his face as he stared back at Voldemort. He knew that he was still wearing the disguise, for his bracelet was not seriously damaged.
"It can't be…" Voldemort said softly, "you're dead."
"Well, obviously I'm not as dead as you thought," Harry snapped back.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed.
"How did you survive," He spat.
"The Order of the Phoenix," Harry said simply. Then he raised his wand and said, "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort raised his hand and it stopped in midair. It went shooting back at Harry, and he dived out of the way.
"Answer me Potter," Voldemort snapped. Harry merely pointed his wand at the Dark Lord and yelled, "Quannasinar!" The spell hit Voldemort in the arm and Voldemort fell limply to the ground, his legs no longer working.
Harry held out his hand in front of him, and Voldemort's wand went shooting from his hand. Harry lifted his own wand so it was level with Voldemort's left eye.
"So… you're going to kill me now Harry?" Voldemort said softly, staring up at Harry. "You don't have the guts." Harry opened his mouth to say the fatal incantation, but before the words could even get out of his mouth there was a loud rumbling noise and the ground cracked open under Harry's feet. He felt himself falling, and he managed to hang onto the side of the canyon that had just appeared. In the process he dropped his wand.
"It seems that the power has shifted, Harry," Voldemort said. He seemed to have overcome the curse that Harry had put on him, and he was now standing on the ledge of rock that overlooked Harry. Voldemort smirked down at Harry, and said, "If you had just died like you were supposed to two years ago, you wouldn't have to go through this." Voldemort raised another one of his wands, so it was level with Harry's head.
Meanwhile:
A rumbling, cracking noise could be heard from inside the castle. All of the Agent's, except for Sarge, looked up from what they were doing.
"Ignore it," Sarge commanded. The Agent's looked at her before they returned to what they were doing.
"I wonder if Stealth is okay," Max whispered to Angelina.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. You've forgotten that he's dealt with Voldemort before." Max nodded.
"I wonder what's happening now…" Angelina said.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort cried. Harry ducked his head, while trying to hold onto the rock. He felt blood trickling down his arm from where the rock had cut his hand. He moved his hand, trying to get a better grip. He started to pull himself up the wall of rock, as Voldemort watched.
He had almost reached the top, when Voldemort reached down and grabbed him by the lower arm and yanked him up a few feet. Harry dangled 100 feet above the rocky bottom, trying to release himself from Voldemort's grasp.
"Let go of me," he hissed, trying to wrench his arm out of Voldemort's grasp. A cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's face.
"As you wish," he said softly. Voldemort let go of his arm, and Harry reached out to try and grab the rocks again. His hand slipped, and he found himself falling…
~*~
"Choose a color," Ivy said.
"Er… blue," Angelina said.
"B-L-U-E. Choose a number," Ivy said.
"8." Ivy counted to 8, moving the flaps of the little piece of paper.
"Again."
"4."
Ivy opened the flap and read out, "You are horribly bored, and you have to resort to a little piece of paper for entertainment. Frankly, it's very depressing." Angelina snatched the Cootie-Catcher out of her hand and opened all the flaps.
"They all say that!" Angelina exclaimed.
"It speaks the truth!" Ivy proclaimed. Angelina rolled her eyes and said, "Is there any other game that we can play?"
"Well…" Celeste said, sitting down next to Ivy. "There is one other game we could play…"
"We're saving that game for later…" Ivy said with a sly smile.
He must've fallen at least thirty feet before he got hold on a rock that jutted out of the wall. Harry gasped as he started to pull himself up. He glanced up, and saw that Voldemort had walked away from the canyon. Harry pulled himself up the rock wall, thankful that he had done rock climbing since he arrived at the Order of the Phoenix.
He stopped for a moment to rest, and then he pulled himself out of the canyon and onto the damp grass. He sat there for a moment, and then healed his hands, which were still bleeding a lot. Suddenly he was hit in the side with the Killing Curse, and he almost fell back into the canyon. He started to reach for his wand, but remembered that he had dropped it when he first fell. Harry started to use telekinesis to get his wand back, but Voldemort hit him with Avada Kedavra again. He was thrown twenty feet and then he struggled to his feet, limping slightly.
"You can't win, Potter," Voldemort hissed.
"Wanna bet?" Harry spat. Before Voldemort could cast another spell, Harry flipped out of the way and summoned his wand to him.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled. The curse hit Voldemort in the chest and he went flying backwards a good 20 feet. He stood up, and Harry hit him with the Killing Curse again. Suddenly, Harry felt a sharp pain in his side.
"What?" Harry gasped. He looked down and saw the wound, and felt it stinging slightly.
Oh shit, He thought. The No-Pain potion is wearing off. Harry paid for his lack of concentration, and was hit with the Cruciatus Curse. It didn't hurt as much as it normally would, for the Potion hadn't worn off completely. Harry still winced, and he yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"
~*~
Everyone was quiet in the Great Hall, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the ceiling and the distant explosions from the duel. It was about 10:20, but no one was really tired. Most of the Agents were sitting around, reading a book or playing chess with each other. Ivy had begged for Alex or Max to fight with her, but they had refused. Finally, she was just sitting in her chair, drumming her fingers on the armrests. Suddenly, she got a sly smile on her face and she lifted her left hand up slightly. She took her wand and muttered, "Sphericunin." The tips of her fingers glowed gold, and she admired them for a moment before pointing her wand at her hand again and muttering, "Avada Kedavra." The curse didn't react as it normally would. Instead of blasting off Ivy's hand, it turned into a glowing green ball the size of a baseball. All of the Agents were looking at Ivy out of the corner of their eyes. The teachers had quizzical looks on their faces as Ivy started to bounce the ball on the ground. Ivy caught the ball and gave it a little squeeze. A timer appeared inside of the glowing green ball, and started counting down. 60… 59… 58… Ivy threw it into the air and caught it, before yelling out, "ALEX!" She threw the ball as hard as she could and Alex had to dive to catch it. And the timer started over again.
Ivy had started a game of A.K. (Avada Kedavra) Ball. The timer inside of the ball told the amount of time the person holding the ball had to throw it to another player. If she or he didn't, the person was disqualified. If the person who they threw it to did not catch the ball, they were disqualified (unless they threw it too far away, or way over the person's head). It was a highly popular game at the Order of the Phoenix, and at times they had 200-300 people playing at one time.
"JALEESA!" Alex yelled, throwing it to her. Both of the players ran, trying to make Angelina hold it until the timer went off. Angelina had 30 seconds left, and she threw the ball to Cedric. Everyone ran and hid behind the tables that were standing against the walls.
"Well, at least they aren't bored anymore," Sarge sighed.
Harry dodged another Killing Curse and winced in pain as he stepped on his injured leg. It had been hit with a Killing Curse only 3 minutes before.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry yelled. The curse hit Voldemort in the leg, and he fell to the ground, clutching his leg.
Harry hobbled over to Voldemort and started to raise his wand again, when he was hit with the Killing Curse in the chest. The wind was knocked out of him and he fell to the ground. More blood stained his shirt, and he felt a gash through his shirt.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort hissed, getting to his feet shakily. Harry was hit in the hand and it was blown off his arm.
Harry cried out in pain and he clutched his arm. He gritted his teeth and started to get up, grabbing his wand. Before he was able to get to his feet he was hit again, this time in the thigh. He raised his wand, and not really aiming, yelled "Avada Kedavra." Harry heard Voldemort fall to the ground, and Harry shakily shifted so he was lying on his elbows. Voldemort was starting to get to his feet, and Harry hit him with the Killing Curse again. He flew 20 feet and Harry pulled himself to his feet. He quickly reattached his hand, but before he could do much more he was hit with the Killing curse in the stomach. He was thrown into the ground again, and he saw Voldemort standing above him, looking down at Harry's injured body. Harry winced as Voldemort kicked him in the ribs. Voldemort raised his wand so it was level with Harry's head.
"Goodbye Potter," Voldemort said. Before he could mutter the words, "Avada Kedavra", Voldemort was hit in the eye with the Diablo Curse. Harry had hidden his wand in his robes, and he had perfect aim.
Voldemort clutched his eye for a second, before pulling his hand away and saying, "That was not smart Potter." He started to raise his wand again, but he stopped. He froze, and dropped his wand. Harry scrambled away as Voldemort dropped to his knees and started screaming in agony. Harry watched, horrified as Voldemort's skin started to melt away from his face, leaving his muscles exposed. Those melted away too, leaving the bones. Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion, and Harry was thrown 30 feet. He fell limply to the ground, and only looked up to see dust floating to the earth, at the place that Voldemort had been. Then he fainted…
BOOM! The explosion could be heard back at the castle. The Agents froze in the middle of their game of A.K. Ball, and looked out the window of the Great Hall.
"What on earth was that?" Ivy whispered.
"Ignore it," Sarge said.
"But what if something happened to Stealth?" Ivy continued.
"I said, ignore it. If Agent 97 is injured he'll contact us. But that's only if he's finished the duel."
"But what if he's unconscious," Angelina said. Suddenly there was a buzzer, and signaled that Alex had run out of time to throw the Ball.
"Oh well." Ivy's mouth dropped open and she stared at Sarge with a mixture of surprise and anger.
"Oh well?" She said indignantly. "What? You're just going to let him die out there?"
"He knows that he is supposed to report back to us when Voldemort is dead and the duel is done," Sarge replied. "We have to wait."
"What if he's dies out there while we're just sitting in here following your orders?"
"That's his problem. I'm satisfied so long as he killed Voldemort."
Ivy glared at her and then burst out, "That is your Agent out there! All you can say is That's his problem!"
"Agent 36, sit down and shut up," Sarge snapped. None of the other agents had heard Sarge get this angry at one of her agents. Ivy remained defiantly on her feet.
"I believe that I just gave you an order agent 36," Sarge said softly. "As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, you are obligated to obey me or anyone I put in charge."
"Screw the Order of the Phoenix," Ivy hissed. She suddenly disappeared with a small ping.
Sarge shook her head while the other Agents stared at her in shock.
"Stealth!" A voice seemed to echo in Harry's brain. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't think straight… He was hurting all over, and he was starting to have trouble breathing. If he moved in any way he would be in considerable pain.
"Stealth!" Said that voice again. Harry suddenly recognized it. Ivy. Suddenly her face appeared above his.
"Ivy," Harry groaned.
"Are you okay?" Ivy asked.
"I-I'm…" Harry tried to sit up a bit but pain kept him from moving. He moaned and lay back down. Everything was starting to get sort of blurry.
"Harry, hold on," Ivy said in a hushed voice. Then everything went black.
A.N. * evil cackle* I lovvveee writing cliffies. As you can probably already tell…
Malena