Warnings: I've tried to make this a dark/angstfic chapter, so be warned. If you're a sissy who can't handle... say... the fourth book, dun read this.
Disclaimer: Gahz, I sincerely WISH I own Harry Potter, but alas, I do not. THAT glory belongs to J.K.R., and whoever else did it, I don't know any of this legal crap. *for whole story this dissyclaimer iz!***
A/n: Yes, I KNOW I said it'd be "tomorrow" like... a month ago, but I just couldn't place WHAT would go on here... so here it is... most likely, the second to last chapter. If I get a LOT of responses I might continue it...
SO REVIEW IT PLZZZZZZZ!!!
(Next Chapter: Peace) .... I think it'll be called that....
A dark shadowy form slowly walked into a small clearing, with a purpose. He was set on Revenge. Vengeance. How sweet that sounded. Almost as melodic as Dra-... his voice. Harry let the hood fall over his face, covering the cruel scar that was painfully etched across his brow. Now it throbbed, as the young man hastened his pace and walked towards the small area, filled with a group of people in robes, much like his own.
Thoughts swam through his head, thoughts that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived wouldn't have thought of a year before. Thoughts of hate, and cruelty. All Harry was in the mood for now besides avenging Draco and his parents' death, was to maim, torture, and kill each and every one of these... Death Eaters. Of course Harry had hated them before, but now, every fiber in his being, his entire existence, hated them for all the pain they had caused him, and so many other people in this world.
It had been almost an entire month before Harry had gotten himself together enough to do this, to face Voldemort. And in that small period of time, so much had happened. So much pain. Arthur Weasley, Ron's father, had been killed while working for Dumbledore, out spying. Killed by Death Eaters. Hermione Granger's parents were murdered in their home in Bristol, because of Harry's closeness with Hermione.
Only last year, Harry couldn't understand how someone could hate something enough to wipe out its very race, but now, he knew. He knew that hate, hate spreads and... and thickens until your heart becomes black. Harry was so filled with hate for the Death Eaters, it scared him, deep down to his core, his very soul, it scared him. Before, he would have gone after Wormtail first off... Peter Pettigrew... Harry spat every time he thought of that filth. But no, this time, he would seek out Lucius Malfoy. The one who caused all of this blackening in his heart, all of this pain and frustration tearing down his walls of sanity.
As Harry walked closer his feet crunched in the grass, making loud, obtrusive, crinkling noises. He tried to walk slower, softer, tiptoeing, nothing worked. "Ah bugger it." Harry said. And walked normally, if they heard him, they heard him. Harry stepped up and saw Lucius Malfoy, groveling and sniveling at Voldemort's feet.
Disgusting... Harry sneered, pulling out his invisibility cloak and wrapping it around his body. He wasn't sure if, like Dumbledore, Voldemort could see through one. Yet he knew not one Death Eater possessed that type of raw power, and decided that he might as well use it.
Harry lifted his wand, only the very tip peaking out of the folds of the cloak, and whispered, concentrating on Lucius Malfoy, aiming straight towards the slimy bastard, Avada Kedavra. A surge of power went through Harry, draining a bit of his energy... and he watched as he composed himself, as Lucius Malfoy dropped silently to the ground. Harry was prepared for what would happen next, a dozen or so wands were pointed in his direction and he apparated to about twenty meters away. He sniggered silently as they wasted their power, pointing Avada Kedavras at an empty space.
Positioning his wand, he aimed for Wormtail, in the rear of all of the spell casters, what a coward. Whispering as he aimed and concentrating, he spoke out loud, Avada Kedavra. And the worm slowly slumped to the ground in an unsuspecting heap.
"Come out to me Potter, I know you are out there." Voldemort shouted sinisterly, goading Harry out. After placing a large shield around himself, he slipped off his cloak and walked out into Voldemort's line of vision.
"We meet again Tom." Voldemort's snakelike face twisted into a sneer. Red eyes glowing with raw hatred.
"That's Voldemort boy, but then again, there won't be much need to remember that once I'm through with you." Harry merely smirked, he had been doing that a lot lately.
Just as Voldemort raised his wand and poised it, Harry shouted out before Voldemort could say an incantation, "I challenge you to a wizard's duel!" knowing how He would not resist the invite.
"All right.... all right boy, you shall have your bit of fun before you die. Hmm... Death Eaters, leave now you worthless ad pathetic excuses for wizards. We are going to duel alone." Voldemort's voice said chillingly, running a small shiver down Harry's back. The Death Eaters looked a bit apprehensive, but then apparated away, leaving the two most powerful wizards on earth alone to duel.
Wands at the ready, the two wizards circled around three times, then starting spewing out curses at one another. Harry, as intelligent as he was when it came to facing Voldemort, quickly took down His shielding, something Voldemort forgot to do with Harry's.
"Imperio!" Voldemort shouted at Harry. His face slacked and a little voice inside of his head was telling him to just drop his wand. Harry, was now completely immune to the Imperious curse, no more of fighting the curse crap, and as he slowly lowered it, he aimed it at Voldemort and screamed with all of his might, "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" and both Harry and Voldemort fell to the ground. Not even Voldemort could escape the Killing Curse, not when unprepared to block it.
Voldemort was the only wizard who had ever managed to make a shielding for that curse, but he was too shocked and unsuspecting to do a thing. And He lay dead in the grass, corpse slowly rotting away to nothing, as it was only his magic keeping him alive.
Harry, worn and beaten, lay broken and too weak to make a movement. That final curse weakened him so badly, and he laid down his head, drifting into a sweet sleep.
A/n: Muahahaha, yeah yeah yeah..... Moldie Voldie Warts is finally dead, yes I know the chapter is rushed, and YAY!!! I finally got tha chappy out!!! WOOHOO!!!!! But the real question is... did Harry die too? Too weak to do anything but die? Gimme ur info... I have two ways of going about this..... so REVIEW!!!! And I'm not posting (sorry but no one's reviewing hafta) until I reach 25 reviews!!!!
Yes, that's childish, but I'm starting to think that no one likes my story... *sniffle sniffle*
