~Harry Potter and the Battle of
Heirs~
~Rachie.V.~
Author's
Note: A special thank you to
EVERYONE who has reviewed. You make me even more proud of my fics. I really
cannot express my feelings enough. THANK YOU! :) Oh, and this
chapter is split up into three parts because I find that this chapter is quite
important (you might not see this, but I do), and also a lot happens, and I
needed a split at one point, and I didn't want to end the chapter at a short
stage, thus the three parts. Read on, and once again, thanks to my faithful
reviewers! I also found out with a rather nasty bump that this fic will go past
15 chapters!! **Cheers** But only to about 20…I can't be certain, but around
16-20 chapters. And don't look at me like that; at least you'll have more to
read!! Oh, and I'm thinking of writing a sequel to this, too…
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"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" Dobby
asked the Headmaster when he had been welcomed into the Professor's office that
was packed with teachers, all looking sombre.
"Yes,
Dobby?" The Professor looked weary. It was the same day that he had assigned
the Head Boy to take care of the students in the Great Hall, and he and the
staff had put charms on every nook and cranny of the school, and were now
trying to organize a plan to rescue the two kidnapped girls.
"Y–you
tell all staff, even house-elves like Dobby, to come forward with any
information that we has on the kidnap, sir," Dobby took the tea cosy off his head
and wrung it nervously in his hands. Professor Dumbledore immediately bent down
to Dobby's height and looked seriously in his eyes.
"What
information do you have for us, Dobby?"
"I
promise I would not tell! But Dobby has to…it's important…"
"It's
alright, Dobby…can't you break this promise just for now? I promise no one will
hurt you for telling me," Dumbledore said, jerking a water jug out of Dobby's
hand that he had nearly smashed over his own head for nearly breaking a
promise.
"A–alright.
Dobby is working in kitchen, sir, when Harry Potter comes in and asks for food,
sir. I gives it to him and asks him why. Harry Potter looks like he doesn't
want to tell Dobby, but he does, anyway, sir! He said he and Wheezy are going
to rescue the kidnapped girls! I say he mustn't put himself in danger, sir, but
he has! He has probably already left, sir! He made Dobby promise he won't
tell…but…" Dobby trailed off. Professor Dumbledore was alarmed.
"You
mean to tell me that Harry Potter and…someone else has gone to rescue the
kidnapped girls?!"
"Yes,
sir. Harry Potter and Wheezy."
"Wheezy?
If I know Harry, he would've persuaded Ron to join him…Dobby, do you mean Harry
and Ron Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes alight with fury, respect and
worry.
"Yes,
sir. Ron Wheezy." Dobby suddenly grabbed an ink bottle and flung it at his
head. With a SMASH, it shattered and ink flew all over the room, drenching the
teachers and seeping into their robes. With a few fast-spoken words, the
teachers and the room were ink-free, Dobby was put on a stretcher (he had
knocked himself out), Professor Flitwick was guiding the stretcher to the
Hospital Wing and the other teachers had all filed out of Dumbledore's office
and were heading outside. Dumbledore walked towards his door, preparing to
leave, but then turned around, as if fate was telling him something. He glanced
at the cabinet behind his desk where he saw Godric Gryffindor's sword that
Harry had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year. Dumbledore marched
over to the cabinet, unlocked the door with a soft click, took the sword out
and closed the cabinet back up with another soft click. Dumbledore studied the
sword for a few seconds, then slid it under his belt. He marched out of his
office and met the teachers outside, where he gave out a speech and
instructions.
~~~
"Harry, how on earth do you know where
you're going?" Ron asked, clutching Harry's shoulders as they flew, invisible,
over rooftops. Harry didn't answer.
"Harry,
are you alright?"
No
answer.
"HARRY!"
"AAARGH!
Oh, Ron! It's you! God, you scared me!"
"Are
you okay? I just asked you two questions and you didn't even hear me," Ron
said, concerned.
"Yeah,
I–I'm fine…"
"Okay…if
you say so."
They
fell silent.
Hours passed as they flew on and on past villages, fields and woods, and they still didn't say a thing to each other. Ron was concerned about Harry, but more concerned about Rachel – and Hermione, of course. You-Know-Who could be doing anything to them…Ron shuddered to think about it. But Harry was lost in a world of guilt. How could he have been so stupid? He knew that Voldemort tried to hurt anyone close to him. If Hermione died…Harry's life would fall apart. With a sombre look on his face that could break a million hearts, he desperately wondered where she was now and if she was alive…Harry felt his heart throb with anxiety and sorrow, but still he could not cry. With all his might, he wished he could at least cry one tear for Hermione – something to show he cared, but no tears came. Behind his cute glasses, his emerald eyes glimmered with hope, worry and ferocity. How could one man be so evil, cold and murderous? Why did he have to wreck Harry's life? Why, why, why…?
"Harry,
there's something behind us on the ground. I think it's following us!" Ron
whispered urgently.
"How
could it know we're here? We're invisible, remember? And is 'it' an animal?"
Harry whispered back.
"Dunno…"
Harry
flew over to a tree and landed softly into its branches that swayed in the
afternoon wind. Harry kept the invisibility cloak over them and peered around.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spotted a large, black animal sit down
under their tree and start to scratch its ears…a dog! A black dog…a large black
dog that resembled a friendly Grim…Sirius!
Harry
pulled the cloak off himself, jumped down and ran to the dog.
"Sirius!
How –" Harry didn't finish his sentence as he gasped in surprise. Sirius had
transformed back into a human and Harry saw that his looks had changed. His
wavy, black hair was clean and had been cut into a mushroom cut that suited
him. His skin wasn't stretched, and his face was normal, not hollow and
skull-like. His eyes weren't cold and empty; they were alight with mischief and
happiness. He was very handsome like this. Plus, his body wasn't thin and frail
anymore; it was strong and athletic.
"Harry,
I have quite a lot of questions for you, but first of all, I'd like you to know
that this is what I looked like at Hogwarts. Popular, cute and strong," Sirius
said, chuckling. Then his eyes grew serious. After a few seconds of studying
his godson, he exploded, "WHAT THE BLAZES DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Harry
gulped. Ron came out of the tree with Harry's broom and stood by Harry's side.
"I
know what you're up to, Harry. Let me tell you that there is no way I
will allow you to run from Hogwarts and think you're gonna go and rescue
Hermione and Rachel! NO WAY. Get on that broom and get back to Hogwarts.
I'm not doing this to be overprotective, but I have a job as a godfather. Also,
I know why Voldemort –" (Ron backed away at this point. Seeing Sirius so angry
made him very nervous, as did Voldemort's name.) –"kidnapped your girlfriends:
to make sure you'd do exactly what you're doing right now! It's a trap! Don't
you see? He wants you there so he can get you under his possession and kill
you! Now, go back. I promise I'll do everything I can to get the girls back,
but please, let the teachers deal with this!" Sirius finished off by giving
Harry a look of pure begging – and it wasn't a fake one to persuade him. He was
scared that Harry was about to be killed. Harry took a deep breath.
"Sirius,
I understand every word you're saying. I know it's a trap. I don't care,
though. He has Hermione, and I will stop at nothing to get her and Rachel back
– nothing. I'm sorry, Sirius, but I have to get her back. And even if he
doesn't kill me then, it doesn't matter, because I'll be killed at the Battle
of Heirs, anyway. C'mon Ron, we're wasting time," Harry pulled Ron away from
Sirius and told him to mount the broom and wait for him to come back. Then he
went back to Sirius and whispered, "I'm sorry. I know this isn't what my
parents would want. But this is for Rachel, and especially for Hermione. I have
to do this. I love you, and if I don't return, you didn't fail. I did."
Harry
hugged his godfather, who had tears running down his attractive face. Sirius
didn't say a word as he watched the true son of James and Lily Potter walk back
to the curious Ron, and to his doom – or was it destiny? Harry mounted the
broom, and looked back. Without a gesture or word, he looked at the man who had
worked so hard to protect his godson, and to become a free man – all for
Harry's benefit. The Boy Who Lived turned back around and flew the broom away,
then he and his friend disappeared under James's invisibility cloak.
Part Two
Hermione trembled. She
wanted to scream so badly that she nearly choked on her gag. Tied firmly to a
chair that was charmed with many un-escapable charms, she looked into Rachel's
petrified eyes. Rachel looked into Hermione's horrified eyes. At the same time,
the two girls started to stain their gags with tears. Of course, the gags were
black with the Dark Mark on them, and the chains were rusty, bloody and
painful.
The
door to their freezing, grey dungeon swung open and Voldemort walked in. He
raised his wand to Rachel.
"Crucio!" he hissed at her. Rachel tried to scream through her
excruciating pain, but merely choked and let warm tears run down her cheeks as
her chair fell over, due to her body thrashing around. Hermione's eyes widened
as she saw the Dark Lord laughing! This was his entertainment, like a
child watching a comedy show on television! Her eyes widened more and silently
pleaded for him not to do the same as his grin turned towards her.
"No…" she thought. "NO!"
"Crucio," Voldemort whispered sickeningly.
Hermione joined Rachel on the floor. Immense
pain that she had never felt before flooded her body. It was so strong, she
thought she would explode. Trying to scream, she choked and spluttered. The
Dark Lord chuckled.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, showing no
sympathy. He shook his head in disgust at the two frail teenagers and took the
spell off them. He left the room, his crimson eyes sparkling menacingly.
"Please, Harry! Save me…" Hermione thought,
before passing out.
~~~
"Dumbledore! I think I see Sirius Black up ahead!" Professor McGonagall
cried, clutching the Headmaster's waist as they flew on a broom on the way to
the Riddle House. That was where they suspected Voldemort to be – and where
Harry would have thought of.
"Yes, I see him, Minerva. And please do not
clutch my ribs so tightly, my bones are fragile at such an old age," Dumbledore
tried to joke, but McGonagall was still in a nervous, worried state. The broom
next to them, holding Snape and Sprout, came up next to Dumbledore's.
"Sir, what if Voldemort recognizes me?" Snape
asked worriedly.
"Light Conquers Shadows," Dumbledore
replied. Snape raised his eyebrows, but nodded and continued his flight with
Sprout. They reached Sirius, who had tears running down his face. He refused to
say why. In his mind, Sirius knew that Harry wouldn't want him to blab about
how he was going to the Riddle House. On the other hand, Dumbledore probably already
knew where Harry was going. Snape flew
up to him.
Surprisingly (to Sirius), Snape gave Black's
hand a shake.
"We're on the same side, now, Black. I've
changed. Even Harry knows it," Snape said to his old foe. They smiled, and
Sirius moved Sprout onto Hagrid's broom (which trembled under the weight of a
half giant and a teacher) and sat behind his new friend.
"Call me Padfoot, you slimy fool," Sirius
laughed to Snape.
"Yes, Padfoot. But please, call me Severus,"
Snape replied, shaking his head. Sirius grinned.
~~~
"Ron, wake up!" Harry shook Ron's shoulder. They had landed in a
clearing in some woods about halfway from Little Hangleton – the village where
the Riddle House was. Ron had fallen asleep during the journey, but he now
jerked awake and shivered in the chilly, foggy night air. It was nearing
midnight, and the moon provided little light.
Harry handed Ron his cloak, and put on his
own. He conjured up a fire and got out the box of food. After awhile, the box
was nearly empty, which wasn't surprising, as they had been travelling all day
without any stops. Harry wished he could just keep flying, but his eyes were
drooping, and Ron couldn't fly a broom straight to save his life. Ron fell
asleep almost as soon as they had finished eating. Harry had to smile. Then he
prayed, hoping that their girlfriends were alright, and that Ron wouldn't be
hurt because Harry had persuaded him to come along. Then he fell into a
dreamless slumber, but little did he know that he was being watched – not from
Earth, but from Heaven.
Lily
and James Potter had picked up Harry's prayer, and nearly burst into tears that
their son had to go through all these emotions and events. They were angels,
and they had no control over whether Harry would survive or not, but they were
determined not to let him down. They would help him by entering another one of
his dreams…
Harry gasped in surprise.
He was walking on clouds, under the long, everlasting, baby blue sky. Harry
heard footsteps behind him. Spinning around, he saw his parents standing there.
They were holding each other, but they turned to Harry.
"Voldemort is luring you
into a trap, Harry, as Padfoot has told you. But, trap or not, you have to
rescue those girls. It's up to you. You won't die if you fully trust the Light
Side. Remember, 'Light Conquers Shadows'. We will always be here for you,"
James said, hugging his son. Lily said no word, but through her soul, she sent
a warm feeling – one that gave Harry courage and determination.
"Good luck, Young
Prongs," James whispered, and they turned and walked away, finally becoming two
tiny little specs as they reached the horizon. Harry fell though the clouds
slowly, then onto a soft patch of grass. He lay down on the grass and closed
his eyes…
~~~
"Minerva! My dear Professor, next time we have to land, please take care
not to clutch my ribs so tight!" Dumbledore chuckled as he tumbled off the
broom in some woods.
"I apologize, but you must understand that
that landing wasn't as smooth as it could've been! I was terrified. Now where
is that food?" said Professor McGonagall as her stomach rumbled. Dumbledore
passed out the food around the group of teachers. They chewed thoughtfully,
each sitting on a small tent they had conjured up. After their meal, they went
over their plan to rescue the girls and stop the boys. After awhile, they each
snuggled under a thick blanket and caught up on six hours worth of sleep, until
Dumbledore woke them up at the crack of dawn to keep moving. But little did
they know that on the other side of the thick forest, two other people were
also awakening…
~~~
Harry
woke with a start. The alarm on his watch had gone off. Yawning, he turned it
off, crawled out of his sleeping bag and shuffled over to Ron's. He shook Ron awake,
who grumbled as he noticed that the sun hadn't even risen. The two had a hasty
breakfast, watching the red glow of the sun glimmer weakly over the mountains.
After breakfast, they packed up and set off again.
"God, Harry, d'you know how quickly our
seventh year has gone? I mean, it's nearly time for Christmas and the
Graduation Ball!" Ron exclaimed as the two skimmed the sky, invisible.
" I know. That reminds me, we have to switch
dates for the dance! I invited Rachel, and you invited Hermione," Harry said.
"Yeah, we'll switch later, that is, if they're
still alive," Ron said quietly. Harry thought the same thing, but never said a
word. Ron burst into tears. Instantly, Harry stopped flying and landed in a
tree. There he hugged Ron, and handed him the Revealer.
"Check on them. Check on Hermione and Rachel,"
Harry said.
"Why didn't you use it before?" Ron queried,
looking into the screen that Harry had turned on with a spell.
"Because we can be tracked easily if we use
it, therefore, Voldemort would find out that we're coming right now, instead of
in a few days, like he's probably planning," Harry replied sensibly.
Ron's tears flowed more and more quickly.
Harry peered over his shoulder at the screen, and gasped. Hermione and Rachel
were led on the floor with chains around them, tangled hair, bruised and bloody
skin and gasping for breath. In one swift movement, the Revealer had been
switched off, put in the backpack, the Invisibility cloak was back on and the
two were hopping on the broom; all fear had exited Harry's body, replaced by
anger and determination. Lily and James Potter were straining their powers for
their son.
Part Three
"There it is," Ron whispered five hours later, pointing to the Riddle
House. Harry's anger had gone sky high. It was so strong, that it had nearly
taken over. Harry landed harshly, making Ron fall off a foot from the ground.
Harry placed the broom under his backpack on the ground and sprinted up the
stone steps, closely followed by Ron. They reached the door, and Harry blew it
to smithereens without even touching his wand. Ron gaped at his friend, then he
followed Harry into the dusty house. They barely went three steps before
hearing two high-pitched, long, piercing screams. They had come to the right
place.
~~~
SPLAT!
Dumbledore and McGonagall toppled into a large
puddle of mud outside the Riddle House.
THUD! THUD!
Padfoot and Snape had arrived onto the stone
steps in front of the door, which looked as if it had been blasted off its hinges.
Sirius had a look of pure loathing in his eyes as he looked at the home of the
murderer who slaughtered his best friends.
The
rest of the teachers landed with a loud bang, thud, squelch or splat. Suddenly,
Sirius called out, "They're already here! Harry and Ron are already here!" He
pointed to a Streak5000 and a backpack. Snape swore. The teachers sprinted
inside, only to hear female voices screaming. They ran to the long, winding
staircase and began to ascend.
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Up,
up and up Harry and Ron went, following the screams. Blood curdling and shrill,
the screams seemed to echo around the house and within their souls, drowning
the two teenagers in angst. Harry thought he heard footsteps thundering up the
staircase behind him, but he didn't stop to look; he stumbled over the landing
that appeared quite suddenly, and heard Ron trip. He pulled Ron to his feet and
they strained to hear which direction the screams were coming from. Suddenly, a
body flew headlong over the landing and accidentally knocked Ron to the floor
again. Harry noticed it was Sirius! They glanced at each other briefly
and silently decided what to do. Harry told Ron to wait for the other teachers,
who, Harry saw, weren't as athletic as Sirius and were a few flights of stairs
behind. Ron didn't argue. Harry and Sirius tore up a dusty corridor that was
lined with old portraits. The men and women inside them were blinking solemnly,
none of them smiling. They were dressed in medieval clothing and had black
hair. Harry guessed they were the early Riddles.
After
a long minute of galloping down the immense corridor, Sirius stopped and
clutched his side. He gritted his teeth. He didn't know how Harry could keep
going. Do this for Harry… He needs your help… Sirius couldn't go on with
only two legs – he needed four. Within a second, he had transformed into the
black, shaggy dog that resembled his strong character and was beside Harry
again, his ears laid back with a new wave of determination.
Screeching to a halt, Harry gasped for breath. He and Sirius (who changed
back to a human when they stopped) were practically on top of the screams, now.
There were four doors, two on each side. With another glance, Harry and Sirius
nodded, and they separated. Going into the first door on the left, Harry saw it
was only a broom cupboard. The second turned out to be a library, with only a
house elf dusting the books inside, and no other doors. Harry turned to leave
the library, but saw a Death Eater blocking the doorway. Automatically, Harry
pulled out his wand. The Death Eater chuckled evilly.
"Think you can duel against a powerful Dark
wizard, eh, young Potter?" the Death Eater whispered hoarsely. Harry answered
by narrowing his eyes and raising his wand.
"Alrighty, then. Exp–" the Death Eater
started to say, but his spell was interrupted. Harry got there first.
"Expelliarmus!" he cried. The Death Eater's wand sat comfortably in Harry's
fist. The Death Eater narrowed his eyes. He couldn't perform magic without his
wand. At that point, seven Death Eaters appeared at the first one's side. The
seven that had just appeared raised their wands and pointed them at Harry. Yet
again, Harry's quick reflexes came to the rescue.
"Octium!" Harry yelled. Eight
chrome-coloured jets of light shot at each Death Eater, knocking them to the
ground with a deafening WHAM! Harry collected their wands and discarded
them with a wave of his wand. Then he tore out of the library and into the
first door that Sirius had gone into. It turned out to be an office. A leather
office chair was sat behind a black, wooden desk. The handsome panelling that
formed the walls was spectacular, topped off with more portraits. Harry exited
the room and charged through the last door that Sirius must have gone through.
Harry opened the door and gasped. The walls were damp, cold and made of stone
that had bloodstains splattered every few inches. Harry prayed that none of the
blood belonged to Hermione, Rachel or Sirius, whom was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, Harry located the screams. They were down this stone tunnel!! In
panic, Harry yelled out and sprinted down the tunnel, anger bubbling so
strongly inside him that he thought he had lost all sanity. Harry screeched to
a halt. There, ending the tunnel, was a magnificent, marble door with intricate
carvings of bloodstained swords and daggers, and on the other side of the door,
screams were echoing loudly. Harry's heart was in his throat. Blood pounded in
his ears. His hands were trembling. Placing a white-knuckled hand on the bronze
door handle, Harry's breathing turned short and uneven. He heard a high-pitched
voice cackle. He knew that voice. That was the same voice that had laughed when
its owner murdered his parents. It was the same laugh that had chuckled at
bodies being torn apart – bodies that had been ripped, scratched and stabbed.
This man had wrecked so many lives, and Harry was determined to wreck his. With
a scream of antagonism, Harry shoved the door open so hard that it bounced off
the wall in the other room. But this room was too big to be a room – in fact,
it looked like part of an old church. Except at the end where there was usually
a cross or a symbol of Christianity, there was a Dark Mark. On either side of the hall, there were
seats, but Harry doubted anyone had sat in them for a few years; covered in
cobwebs and dust, the seats had graffiti all over them. Although the seats had
been vandalised, the walls were beautiful. Pure white stone with high, red,
stained-glass windows; this hall had to be highly valuable.
A
shriek rang out. Harry peered down the end of the hall, and roared. Hermione
and Rachel were mangled, bloody and looked extremely injured. Harry lost it.
Screaming at Voldemort, he sprinted up the hall.
"YOU –"Harry swore so badly that even Dumbledore would have gasped.
He reached the end of the hall in record time, but he didn't stop. Doing a
running jump, he landed on Voldemort, making him fall to the floor with a
crash. Harry was flung into the air as Voldemort waved his wand. Sprawled on
the ground, Harry's rage turned, if possible, even stronger. He scrambled to
his feet and ran over to the girls. Voldemort waved his wand again, and Harry
was thrown backwards again.
"You don't touch the girls. They don't go
until you're dead. If you do touch them, I shall kill them," Voldemort
whispered. Harry narrowed his eyes, but stepped away from them, giving them an
apologetic glance. He drew out his wand.
"Put the wand away, Harry. We need to talk,"
Voldemort hissed.
"Make me," Harry spat. Voldemort shrugged and
sat down in one of the seats.
"I need to say a few things to you," he said
lazily, flicking a speck of dust off his robes. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, no need to be like that. Anyway, didn't
you realize this is a trap for me to slaughter you?"
"I did realize that, but I didn't care. All I
want is Hermione and Rachel safe."
"Noble words. Such a pity that the
speaker of them will soon be unable to say anything."
"Think again," Harry hissed, "it'll be you
that won't be able to say anything after I deal with you."
"Brave, are you, Harry Potter? Well let me
tell you something. This time, your parents won't be here to save you. Neither
will their memory or shadow. It's just you and me. No Basilisk, no Dumbledore,
no parents. Yet, I cannot deny that you have courage. Something that I have to
praise you on. Yet you're my enemy, therefore someone that has to be rid out of
my way. Goodbye, Harry Po–"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled.
Voldemort's wand flew over its owner's head and to Harry, who caught it
spectacularly. Voldemort shook his head.
"Haven't you learnt anything?"
Voldemort sighed, and waved his hand. His wand flew out of Harry's and into his
own. Harry snarled, and raised his wand, again.
"Harry, I believe that –" Voldemort started to
say, but was interrupted by the door to the hall banging open. Dumbledore, the
teachers and Ron stormed in. Voldemort sighed again. With a wave of his wand,
the hall disappeared, to leave them all standing on the grass that was
originally under the hall. Dewy and fresh, the grass made Rachel's chair slip
over, while Hermione's went sideways. Ron yelled out and started to run to
Rachel, but Voldemort waved his wand, and the teachers and Ron were enclosed in
a lilac bubble. Dumbledore wave his wand, but was unable to puncture the
bubble. Voldemort lifted his robe sleeve and pressed the Dark Mark that had
been engraved on his arm. It turned jet-black. Harry's scar suddenly started
searing with white-hot pain. He yelled out in agony, clutching his head.
Everything was blurring – and then it all stopped as suddenly as it had
started. Voldemort was looking at Harry with amusement. Suddenly, a Death Eater
appeared at Voldemort's side. A muffled scream came from inside the bubble.
Harry looked up through watering eyes from the pain and saw Professor
McGonagall faint. She had landed on the bottom of the bubble. Then, ten Death
Eaters came outside from inside the Riddle House. The remaining Death Eaters
appeared one by one. Then Harry noticed that three of them looked shorter than
the rest. Two were broad, and the other that stood in between the two was
shorter still, but thinner. It was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle! The Death
Eaters surrounded Voldemort in a tight circle, but Voldemort addressed them.
"Death Eaters! You shall not surround me and
Potter. We have to have our little Battle of Heirs, first. Then you may do what
you like with the interfering buffalo-head, Dumbledore and his little group of
teachers. Now to business," Voldemort said mockingly, turning to Harry. Harry
drew out his wand. With no training whatsoever, Dumbledore was sure Harry would
be frustrated. But he wasn't. His mind was as clear as ever. The whole universe
was relying on him, and if he didn't defeat Voldemort…he shuddered to think of
the consequences. What spells would he use? But there was no time to think
about that, now. Voldemort was raising his eyebrows at Harry. Harry's scar
suddenly started searing with pain, but stopped. It was as if some angels above
were taking the pain of his white-hot scar away. Voldemort turned to him. Harry
was ready. He had confidence. He also had fury. Shaking with fury of his past,
he raised his wand. Voldemort did the same. They bowed. The Battle of Heirs had
begun.
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Author's Note: Well, that's chapter 13 over and done with. And I'm REALLY
sorry about the cliffhanger!!! But I needed to end the chapter, and it was a
good place to stop, anyway. :) Also, I need to know what you think, so please
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Thanks to everyone who reads! You're the people who make me
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me. Your praise means so much!! I wish there was more I could do than thanking
you a billion times. But for now, I'll just have to get the next chapter out!!
Hehe. BTW, I can't seem to get the HTML working properly, so for now, it'll
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~~~*~~~ Rachie.V.
