I didn't include a disclaimer with my last chapter! There were also some
parts I meant to be italicized, specifically Harry's thoughts. Sorry if
that was confusing!
So here we go- All Characters belong to J.K Rowling
Now on with the story!
Harry's scar suddenly burned.
He gripped his forehead, and looking onto the horizon, saw a faint line of death eaters moving towards him. The cloaked figures and masked faces sent a chill up his spine. There must have been fifty of them.
"Stay in close! They're going to cast the first spell!" Moody yelled from in front of Harry.
Harry watched as they raised their wands.
Simultaneously they shouted "Imperio!"
Moody and the other aurors stayed put, along with the ministry members. Harry felt the bliss of losing control sweep over him, and heard a murmur in his head telling him to move forward towards the masked forms.
"No!" he thought. He focused himself on the thought "I will...not!"
Harry watched in horror, though, as many of his classmates, including Ron, dismounted from their horses and began walking towards the death eaters.
Harry screamed at him to stop, to focus his mind on not walking forward, to turn around, but Ron was oblivious. The ministry members began to form a tight circle with their horses, creating a type of pen that held in the young wizards, and turning their backs to the Death eaters, leaving them vulnerable to whatever would come next as they frantically yelled counter- curses. The aurors surged forward , greatly outnumbered by the death eaters. He watched their outlines blur in the gusts of snow as they moved away from him.
"Harry, what do we do?"
Harry turned to face Hermione and Malfoy, along with a small clutch of other Hogwarts students who were apparently strong enough to resist the curse. Harry was surprised at the rare expression of desperation on Hermione's face.
"We should go help the ministry members bring everyone back." Harry said, sounding just as unsure about things as Hermione. "They should have never come!" He added.
The others turned. Harry went to follow, but was suddenly nearly knocked off of his horse with pain. His head felt as if it were about to split at his scar.
"Harry Potter," a voice from behind him hissed "You know how this must end!"
Harry whirled his horse around, to find himself facing lord Voldemort.
. He was formidable. His body was powerfully muscled beneath his robes. His skin was a silvery pale white, almost pewter. His eyes, set into a snakelike skull, glowed a sinister red. When he exhaled, there was no cloud of condensed heat as there should be in a living thing. No, Voldemort's insides were just as cold as the surrounding air.
And standing to the right side of Voldemort was none other than Draco Malfoy, sneering.
"Malfoy!"
"That's right, Potter." He said "I told you that I was no longer my father's son, and it's true."
Harry watched in shock as Malfoy moved his horse aside to reveal the crumpled dead body of Lucius Malfoy, his father. "I am stronger than him now, Potter. He did not stand by our Lord Voldemort in his darkest hour. He denied the Dark Mark, which is something I will never do.
The ministry members were too distracted to notice. The aurors were battling with the death eaters. Harry was alone.
Voldemort's slit of a mouth curled up into a horrible grimace. "Kill him, Draco."
Harry reacted instantly. He raised his wand and screamed "Expelliarmus!". He was suddenly gripping Malfoy's wand as Malfoy watched, defenseless. Harry stared int Malfoy's grey eyes, which now carried not a defiant expression, but one of fear. For a fleeting moment a thought passed through Harry's mind: "Kill him." Harry knew, though, that he was stronger than that. He would never resort to Voldemort's tactic. If he could help it, he would never do to anyone what was done to his parents. He felt a surge of anger as he noticed Voldemort was still smiling, as if reading his fleeting sinful thoughts.
Harry raised his wand towards Malfoy, saying "Petrifictus Totalus!"
Malfoy froze, his arms and legs locked, and he fell stiff onto the cold ground.
"Very good, Harry" hissed Voldemort.
Harry then noticed that, from behind Voldemort, there was another soft hiss.
"Now I am fed." Said the basilisk, slithering down from beneath Voldemort's robes. The massive snake moved towards Harry, and began to crawl up the front leg of Harry's terrified horse. The horse reared wildly, bucking the snake off before it could take a bite, and bolted.
Harry gripped it's mane as it galloped away from the scene, from the Ministry and the Aurors, from safety. Desperately Harry tried to regain control, but in vain. Harry was not sure how long or how far they had gone before he heard another shout.
"Stupefy!" Commanded Voldemort as he appartaed. Harry felt the horse collapse beneath him, and slid off of its back just in time as to not be crushed by its weight.
His scar burned.
Harry Potter now stood face-to-face with the dark Lord Voldemort.
So here we go- All Characters belong to J.K Rowling
Now on with the story!
Harry's scar suddenly burned.
He gripped his forehead, and looking onto the horizon, saw a faint line of death eaters moving towards him. The cloaked figures and masked faces sent a chill up his spine. There must have been fifty of them.
"Stay in close! They're going to cast the first spell!" Moody yelled from in front of Harry.
Harry watched as they raised their wands.
Simultaneously they shouted "Imperio!"
Moody and the other aurors stayed put, along with the ministry members. Harry felt the bliss of losing control sweep over him, and heard a murmur in his head telling him to move forward towards the masked forms.
"No!" he thought. He focused himself on the thought "I will...not!"
Harry watched in horror, though, as many of his classmates, including Ron, dismounted from their horses and began walking towards the death eaters.
Harry screamed at him to stop, to focus his mind on not walking forward, to turn around, but Ron was oblivious. The ministry members began to form a tight circle with their horses, creating a type of pen that held in the young wizards, and turning their backs to the Death eaters, leaving them vulnerable to whatever would come next as they frantically yelled counter- curses. The aurors surged forward , greatly outnumbered by the death eaters. He watched their outlines blur in the gusts of snow as they moved away from him.
"Harry, what do we do?"
Harry turned to face Hermione and Malfoy, along with a small clutch of other Hogwarts students who were apparently strong enough to resist the curse. Harry was surprised at the rare expression of desperation on Hermione's face.
"We should go help the ministry members bring everyone back." Harry said, sounding just as unsure about things as Hermione. "They should have never come!" He added.
The others turned. Harry went to follow, but was suddenly nearly knocked off of his horse with pain. His head felt as if it were about to split at his scar.
"Harry Potter," a voice from behind him hissed "You know how this must end!"
Harry whirled his horse around, to find himself facing lord Voldemort.
. He was formidable. His body was powerfully muscled beneath his robes. His skin was a silvery pale white, almost pewter. His eyes, set into a snakelike skull, glowed a sinister red. When he exhaled, there was no cloud of condensed heat as there should be in a living thing. No, Voldemort's insides were just as cold as the surrounding air.
And standing to the right side of Voldemort was none other than Draco Malfoy, sneering.
"Malfoy!"
"That's right, Potter." He said "I told you that I was no longer my father's son, and it's true."
Harry watched in shock as Malfoy moved his horse aside to reveal the crumpled dead body of Lucius Malfoy, his father. "I am stronger than him now, Potter. He did not stand by our Lord Voldemort in his darkest hour. He denied the Dark Mark, which is something I will never do.
The ministry members were too distracted to notice. The aurors were battling with the death eaters. Harry was alone.
Voldemort's slit of a mouth curled up into a horrible grimace. "Kill him, Draco."
Harry reacted instantly. He raised his wand and screamed "Expelliarmus!". He was suddenly gripping Malfoy's wand as Malfoy watched, defenseless. Harry stared int Malfoy's grey eyes, which now carried not a defiant expression, but one of fear. For a fleeting moment a thought passed through Harry's mind: "Kill him." Harry knew, though, that he was stronger than that. He would never resort to Voldemort's tactic. If he could help it, he would never do to anyone what was done to his parents. He felt a surge of anger as he noticed Voldemort was still smiling, as if reading his fleeting sinful thoughts.
Harry raised his wand towards Malfoy, saying "Petrifictus Totalus!"
Malfoy froze, his arms and legs locked, and he fell stiff onto the cold ground.
"Very good, Harry" hissed Voldemort.
Harry then noticed that, from behind Voldemort, there was another soft hiss.
"Now I am fed." Said the basilisk, slithering down from beneath Voldemort's robes. The massive snake moved towards Harry, and began to crawl up the front leg of Harry's terrified horse. The horse reared wildly, bucking the snake off before it could take a bite, and bolted.
Harry gripped it's mane as it galloped away from the scene, from the Ministry and the Aurors, from safety. Desperately Harry tried to regain control, but in vain. Harry was not sure how long or how far they had gone before he heard another shout.
"Stupefy!" Commanded Voldemort as he appartaed. Harry felt the horse collapse beneath him, and slid off of its back just in time as to not be crushed by its weight.
His scar burned.
Harry Potter now stood face-to-face with the dark Lord Voldemort.
