Harry Potter And Voldemort's Ally
Part 24


A shocking silence fell across the room. Chilling evil, was everywhere, but in that chambers was the good. Harry, Ron and Hermione were good, and they stood shocked. Behind Voldemort his rows of Death Eaters stood, ready.

Ron reacted first. Leveling his wand at Voldemort he cried out "Geodus! " A glob of molten rock sailed through the air, speeding like a comet towards the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord waved a hand, and the rock shattered. As if t was crush by a invisible hand it crumble, and Voldemort had no wand.

Hermione yelled out a charm of some kind "Sharden! " A shard of crystal, as clear as glass, glimmered as it race through the air at Voldemort, it was as strong as diamonds, sharpened like a razor sharp sword. And Voldemort only moved his hand. It melt. From a flying shard of crystal it dissolved into a puddle on the floor.

Harry felt the rush of anger,then hatred and let it all go "Litnaiicus!"
he bellowed. Lightning flashed. It cut the air like a knife, a glowing mass of electricity. But again Voldemort raised his hand, and it explode in a deafening roar. Voldemort smiled ,cruel "If were through, with the tickling contest we'll continue"

He opened up his hand and pointed towards them. They were swept of their feet, lifted up of the ground, and hammered back into the stone of the wall. Invisible bonds encircling them locking them to the wall. Voldemort laughed a cruel,sickening laugh. "The great Harry Potter, tied to a wall by invisible bonds, the all powerful boy who lived, is now helpless, in front of the man who kill his parents"

Anger roared through Harry. It surged like a overflowing river through his veins, his muscle tried to pull and break free, as were his companions, but to no avail. He laughed again "Please try more, the more anger and hate you put in the tougher the bonds get" He keep still at the comment. Halting all his efforts. As it did the effort of his friends.

Hermione brought up some of here courage "Why are you doing this ?" She asked, though timidly, it was in a quite strong voice. Voldemort turned his back. And called "My, dear Miss. Granger, all I want is for you to be dead!" He swung round at the words 'to be' a sword in his hands.

It swung up under Harry skin, slash across he throat. he gasped as pain flowed from his throat, the blade had bad a small cut on his throat, blood was slowly flowing from it down into his robes. Voldemort held the blade at his throat, and moved closer. "Now Harry, I could kill you know, or I could let you learn about our true bond, which will it be?" He asked cruelly, blade at Harry throat.

Harry spat into Voldemort face "We share no bond, we're totally different" Voldemort turned away, whipping his robes around him. He turned his back, and the swung around again. A wicked smiled upon his face, a craved smile of a mad man. "But that's were you wrong" Voldemort cried "You see, we have a bond closer than you ever knew, and it killed your parents"

Tears stung Harry's eyes "We have no bond" He cried, refusing to believe the words in his ears "My parents were good people" Voldemort came closer, leaning on his sword. "Of course they were, nothing wrong with them, but there forefathers were wrong, not them, and they paid for the sin of their fathers"

Voldemort continued "You see Harry. Long ago, when magic was discovered, Merlin made the discovery. But no one knew of his brothers, 2 he had, Jelin and Geren were just like him, but they saw the true power in the magic, every petty being was inferior and they are right, so they used the magics to create the terrors, enslave people and sinking cities"

"But they were opposed, by Merlin, and his close friends Redric Carlson. And they started it all, Merlin, dishonored their names, and they declared war, on him. And so through the generations, the fought, dying, protecting. Jelin died at Merlin's bare hands, but Geren, went into hiding, and from there, a so-called glorious renaissance followed, with the creation of the most powerful magic item known"

Voldemort had spat the last bit out, letting his anger show. But now he brighten up "But the after many long years of hiding, Geren attack,and Merlin lost many of the magics that crafted the items that gave them control of magic by hand. And magic began to fade, in people, so they had to begin marrying muggles, but still the war continued "

"Until know, were I will kill you, I am the last of my family and will gladly kill my arch-enemy, the last son of the family of Merlin" Harry stood in shocked silence, him a relative of Merlin, no this couldn't be right, I'm in no way related to Voldemort, I'm nothing, like, I'm human.

Crying, tears running down his face he yelled "I'm no relative to you" Voldemort came closer "There is not reason to deny it Dumbeldore with confirm it, your are my nephew, and your parents die because of their relatives, as did their father and their before them, but your family never fought back, and this will be your undoing" He brought the blade up to Harry's throat. "And now you'll die, knowing the you've let your friends down, because I have the most powerful magic device known, The Scroll Of Magic, the scroll that holds, the ancient powers"

He lifted his hand, and before them and globe formed, it showed, a small red eyes, man, with a chunk missing from his face removing a vial from a wall, inside was a orange potions, that seemed to push at the metal on top of the vial, it seemed, alive, trying to get out, trying to push through the metal and out.

"The potion in that vial is a Negation Potion, it will destroy the last magics that Carlson set in place to protect the Scroll" Voldemort hissed at Harry. Harry looked and the small man walked out of the room.

"And now I'll release the potion onto the Scroll, and receive all the magic I rightfully should have" He turned his back. As a door swung open and Westerner walked in carrying the vial. "Who's he?" Hermione managed to say out loud. Voldemort seemed to glide to them. "My dear girl" He hissed "That is John Westerner" Hermione gasped. James' fathers killer.

Westerner looked over at them. "So you caught 'em Voldemort, it took you long enough" Voldemort said, to calmly "Enough Westerner, I didn't catch all of them" Westerner counted them "Were's Wills?" He said plainly. Voldemort smiled "In a burning heap of ash in the traps we laid"

Hermione squeaked and tears flowed from eyes. Westerner laughed, a merry, almost hearty laugh. "Haaahhhhaaa, rot in hell Wills" Hermione let out a tangled scream, and tears ran from her eyes. Westerner laughed even harder. Voldemort turned to them. "This is your finally minute, but before I kill you must know, with this Hogwarts will fall, and Dumbeldore will die and even if the Scroll doesn't work, all the Prisms and Death Eaters will!" Harry screamed out against him "NNNNOOOOOO!" anger was everything for Harry. Nothing seemed to matter excepted anger. Voldemort laughed. "The vial and scroll Westerner" Westerner reached into his robes and began to pull something out, when......

The door at the other end of the chamber, from were Westerner had entered was flung open. And and a man appeared. Purple robes draped over his body, a Prism. "Mil' Lord!" He bellowed as he halted at the door frame. "What!?" Westerner bellowed at him. He began to open his mouth, the man, but stopped. And began to mouth out things. "Well ,what?" Westerner bellowed. Then blood dripped from his lips. And then a sword same from behind . The sword cut through the back of the man and straight through his chest to appear out of the middle of his robes . Before he collapsed to the ground.

And then he came into view, the man. Then shape of a man, but the height, no. He wore shining armor. A helmet, perfectly crafted, thought the only way to see was through tight slits. The breast plate was of polished silver, light seemed to dance around it. Plates of steel covered all of his body, with chain mail protecting the gaps. It sword, came up again, and the Harry saw the beauty of it.

A diamonds and rubies encrusted hilt was in them mans grasp. This was like Godric Gryffindors swords, but the cross guard was totally different. On each side identical fireballs made of rubies and gold made the cross guard, the twin fireballs were surrounded my a gold rim. Held then sword in his right hand, in his left he carried a shield. It was a standard shield, like that on the statues, twins ridges on top. The shields banner was a Phoenixuss, on a background of blue. The Phoenixuss was glowing, and tail of flames, that shimmered and burned like real fire.

The man lifted his head to looked at Westerner "Westerner!" He bellowed. "It is time for me, Redric Carlson to take sweet vengeance upon you for the family of Wills" Westerner stood shocked. He shook his head. And yelled out, drawing his shield "I'll gladly take up thy challenge, as my ancestors have done for years and years" and with that he charged, sword point first, meet Carlson in a sword to sword, arm jarring crash that sent sparks flying.

Westerner swung for the stomach but Carlson brought his blade from bellowed pushing him upwards. With a quick flip Carlson reversed the angle and came down hard on Westerner side, he barely moved his sword in time. Westerner took a step back to brace himself as Carlson blade lashed out again for the chest this time. Westerner didn't try to parry, but instead dropped to on knee and rolled to his left, catching Carlson on the swing. He lashed out for his side, but Carslon's shield blocked and swung again Westerner.

Westerner rolled back as Carlson swung and got up with the momentum of the roll as Carlson launched into a new wave of attacks, Carlson swung with little power and Westerner parry with full strength, swing part of his body around. Carlson used his shield like a massive ram smashing him. Westerner fell and rolled recovering him self as Carlson attacked again.

Carlson lunged for Westerner. But was caught by Westerner sword knocking his aside in attempt to attack. Carlson swung back, Westerner blocked. They both began to fall into a rhythm swing parry, block, thrust. Westerner launched another attack, smashing downwards.

Carlson pushed up locking there blades together. Each pushing together, strength pushing against each the others strength. They could only manage a little movement, that sent a stream of sparks out. Suddenly Carlson fell back, and rolled up. Sending Westerner to the floor. He crumbled forwards,on to his face. Carlson he came at him from above. Dazed, Westerner saw the sword of Redric Carlson coming from above. And roll away. Carlson had but little might into his swing, because he knew he'd have to fight hand to hand if he lost he sword, and he did.

Westerner roll made the stone the target for Carlson. His blade lodge there. Westerner saw his chance, he swung towards the unarmed Carson,who dodge back as Westerner blade cut the air where Carlson stomach had been. Westerner over balanced and tripped. He hung in mid air for a moment While he did Carlson jumped. In full armor up into the air, delivering a forwards kick into Westerner face as he did. Westerner sprawled on the ground. Carlson leapt for his sword. Seizing it just as Westerner got up. He heaved with all his might to pull it up as Westerner came from behind, and swung for his head.

"NNNNOOOOOOOO" Harry cried. The blade smashed into Carlson faceplate sending him onto the ground, and the helmet flew off. And he chamber fell silent. James' face was behind the faceplate. "James!" Hermione shouted, hope and happiness in her voice, but James didn't answer, this was not James as they knew him.

His face was bloody, blood dribbled down from cut from his forehead and temple. Also his scar, bled furiously, making the skin bellow it crimson, but the thing that stood out was that his eyes, glowed. They glowed a ghastly red.

James roll as Westerner renewed his attacks. and with remarkable skill James rolled up and jumped into a mid air barrel roll. James must have some magical help Harry thought as he landed on his feet and pulled Carlson sword out.

Westerner circle "Well, if it isn't James Wills, my traps not effective enough to kill, were they?" He asked as he circled James, sword ready, as was James. James didn't answer, but held up his sword. Westerner continued "Well, if the traps weren't enough to kill you, I will!" He leaped towards him swing towards James left. James pivoted the sword upwards as he blocked, giving James a clean striking angle, he swung down.

Westerner blocked and thrust again for James' middle. James crouched as the blade missed and kicked upwards with his armored foot, catching Westerner in the ribs. Westerner gasped. And James advanced upon him. He jerked his hand towards he jacket, grabbing the vial and yell "Voldemort!" He tried to throw it but James armored foot came down on his wrist. He picked up the vial and hurled it into a burning torch. Westerner cried out as the flames turned orange.

"You fool!" He bellowed "You'll kill us all!" James looked down at him raising his sword so he could bury in Westerner head. Westerner color drained from his face. He twisted his body and and did a crouching kick, that knocked James off his feet. He fell back onto his armor with a crash.

Westerner leapt up and kicked James gauntlet which held his sword. It spun meters away from him. Westerner stood over James, blade ready and said softly "Finally after many generations, the spirit of both Wills and Carlson are destroyed, or should I say just Carlson, goodbye Redric, it wasn't nice knowing you!' and swung down.

Hermione screamed, Harry and Ron yelled,Voldemort laughed, and James lunged upwards with his left hand to grab Westerner sword and with his right he picked him up by the collar of his robes. Westerner cried out and James lifted him off the ground and ran him into a stone column that held the hall up. Westerner gasped and screamed as James' left hand twist he sword hand around and around, until snap! Westerner's wrist snapped under the force of James twist. James put booth hand on Westener's throat and then took his right off, and opening his hand he yelled "Accio! "

His sword sailed into his hand from were it had lay on the floor. Lowering his left hand on Westerners chest and raising his sword he cried "For The family of Wills to survive, you and your family will die here and now!" And Westerner let out his finally scream and James sword swung through the air.

Hermione screamed as James sword cut through Westerner's neck. She heard James' sword go through his neck with a crack and saw the drops of blood that flew through the air as James sword left Westerner's neck. James let go, and let Westerner's body drop into a heap on the floor. They all saw the bloody red stump of his neck, and saw the white the spine in the heap of red flesh of the stumped.

James grasped Westerner's head and lifted it up and showed them all. Westerner's feature were set in a mask of fear and horror, the color in his face was gone and blood fell from the neck. James bent down, and grabbed something then suddenly collapsed onto his knees. Hermione cried, and James features changed.

The bleeding stopped, and his began to settle into their usually green and hazel color. And then, the armored around his body began to fade into a blue mist, that was pulled into his shield. He looked up and around, in shook . He glanced towards Harry and the others, shaking his head. Hermione managed a smile and James smile back for a moment, but then turn Voldemort. And said softly "Let them go!" Voldemort didn't answer, but raised a hand.

James shot across into a wall, smashing into the side he crumpled down to the floor, stunned. Voldemort turned his back on James and said to Harry and the others "I'm sorry, but I have to go" He turned his back on them and yelled out "Prism, Death Eaters, to the surface and marshal up!" The doors in the chamber swung open, and out ran line after line of Prism, wearing purple robes and Death Eaters. The ran towards the doors, as did those around him. James stuck his foot out and tripped one.

He fell onto his face and lost his mask, but go up and ran on, and then they saw his features. It was Malfoys! Except his eyes were white, his hair was white, and the color in his skin was white. He spat and James and ran on. As the last left he turned to Face Harry,James,Ron and Hermione. "I'm afraid I don't have the pleasure of killing you myself, so I'll let you all go out with a bang!" He was about to open his hand when the orange torch exploded, sending flames every where, Voldemort shield his eyes, and saw magic fire engulfing the rear of the chamber.

He smiled and stalked out. Slamming the iron door behind him. And it was engulfed in a wall of flames, preventing anyone, ever from getting out.

James is alive, but there trapped and doomed to die any way! Find out what happens soon! and PLEASE R&R!

Paladin Starfire

Disclaimer: Harry Potter , his friends and enemies are owned my J.K Rowling But I OWN James Wills And Michael Wills and all other strange characters (Except those mentioned in her novels)