Harry Potter
And the
Doomspell Tournament
Last time, when we left Harry, it turns out that he must face his former and now second-to-ultimate rival, Draco Malfoy. Draco has been appointed Voldemort's Bodyguard himself, and now Harry must face them both consecutively, that is, if he can defeat Malfoy.
The stakes are higher that ever, tension is strung tight, and the future of mankind hangs in the balance - balancing on one young man's shoulder's!
Will Harry be able to defeat overwhelming odds like this once more? Or has his luck run out? There's only one way to know...
Chapter 8
Eternity Exigent
Lightning crackled, striking the ceiling of the ring and illuminating the bolt a brilliant green all the way up to it's originating cloud.
Draco raised his wand and Harry plunged into his robes for his.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Draco cried.
"LEVITIO!" Draco's spell missed, and Harry thrust him off the floor and flipped him over backwards, sprawling him onto the ground.
"Damn you, Potter, you're much better than the last time we dueled."
"That was four years ago. Since then I've beaten everything your boss sent at me." Draco's face was contorted with malice.
"Give it up, Malfoy. There's no point. We're still just kids, we shouldn't have to go through this."
"Thanks for the offer, Potter, but you saw what happened to that coward on the corner of the ring. He's not in very good condition, now, is he? That's what you'll be looking like in a moment, too." He began to get to his feet.
"Only if you cheat. Like you always did." Harry growled.
Draco raised his wand, but Harry shouted, "IMPEDIMENTA!" And sent him flying to the edge of the ring once more.
"It's going to be such a shame," Draco began. "To rid myself of such a worthy opponent." It was then that Harry noticed that Draco's eyes were white, completely, like Pettigrew's had been earlier.
"Watch." Draco laughed. "Watch this little trick..."
"DISPERSHIA!" Harry yelled, and Draco discontinued whatever he was trying to do.
"Where'd you learn that one? My wand doesn't work anymore!" Draco was furious. "No matter." He placed his hands in front of him. "This will be just as easy. IMPERIO!"
Suddenly, Harry felt himself relax. He was falling... falling... like that split second just before you drift off to sleep. And all the time, a little voice whispered in his ear, "Walk out of the ring, go on. Go ahead."
"No. I'll get killed, I'm not stupid." He righted himself before he took even one step.
"What? Do it!"
"It's not like it will work, or I already would have." Harry turned back to him.
"Damn! Guess it's time to do things the pathetic muggle way!" He leapt forward and grabbed Harry's throat, and began to push his jaw forward from behind as they toppled to the floor. (This would be known in first aid as a jaw thrust, by the way, which is very painful and can be potentially dangerous.)
"You..." Harry managed to spit. "CRUCIO!" Draco was sent to the floor in howls and spasms. Harry kept up the curse for at least half a minute before pulling his wand back. When Draco looked up, Harry realized it had done the trick.
"Potter? Where are we?" He rubbed the back of his head, still shaking slightly.
"You mean you don't know? Draco, what month is it?"
"I don't know, why are you asking? December for all I remember. I was just in my father's studio, how did I get here?"
"Draco, look behind you." Harry commanded him.
Draco turned...
"Dear God, is it..." He turned back to Harry.
"Yes Draco."
"Then my father must have... must have..."
"Must have what?"
"He must have possessed me. I thought he said something when all I remember is passing out. Oh no, they didn't!"
"Oh, yes, they did. I thought you wanted to, at first."
"Wanted to? They've both almost gotten me killed twice now! I don't want to work for someone who manipulated me in that manner!"
"I know."
"DRACO!" Voldemort's screech was like nails on a chalkboard.
"I've never really met him face-to-face." He whispered fearfully to Harry. "Potter, what's going on?"
"We're in a dueling tournament to decide the fate of the world."
"You mean, he'll kill us all if we don't win?"
"Most likely."
"DRACO! BOY! KILL HIM NOW!"
Draco gasped. How can we do this?"
"I don't know, the ring is lined with a killing curse, so you can't step out until one of us wins. This is all I know."
"Were you going to kill me?"
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to."
"ENOUGH!" Voldemort was fuming. "It seems to me you have broke my possession of my bodyguard. Neither of you leaves the ring until the other dies!" With that, he raised his wand, swirling it overhead. The deathwalls on the ring joined edges to form a bubble shape, and began to close in on them.
Harry and Draco stood back to back in the center of the ring.
It was closing in... fifteen feet from them...
"He want's you, Potter."
"Yes, I know."
"Well, give him more than he bargains for." Draco stepped forward.
"Harry!" Dumbledore shouted. Sirius called, too. But there was nothing anyone could do to help.
"I'm sorry for everything, Potter. Save the world again for all of us, why don't you?"
"Draco, no! What are you doing?"
"One of us must die for the other to leave. Good luck, Potter." He spread his arms and fell backwards, through the walls of the killing curse, and landed dead. The bubble burst, leaving Harry in the center of the ring, beyond shock and anger.
Everyone was speechless.
"ARE YOU HAPPY, YOU BASTARD!?!" Harry demanded of Voldemort.
"Quite, actually." He cackled.
"GET YOUR ASS IN THIS RING! WE'RE GOING TO FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
"Nobody speaks to me that way-"
"I'LL TALK TO AND REFER TO YOU ANY WAY I WANT, VOLDEMORT! YEAH, I'M NOT AFRAID TO SAY YOUR NAME! NIETHER SHOULD ANYONE ELSE BE!"
"Such insolence! You shall pay..."
"He will not!" A voice countered.
"Who..."
"You'll face me, you coward." Alastor Moody stepped in the ring. "Out, Potter."
"But, sir..."
"I told you to leave."
"I will not accept a match with you." Voldemort screeched.
"Are you some sort of a coward? The boy shouldn't have to go through with this."
"You will step out or I shall execute the Error curse here and now!" He bellowed. He stared Moody in both his real and fake eye, and Moody sighed, wished Harry luck, and stepped out.
"I've waited too long for this, and I shall not wait another minute." Voldemort directed at Harry.
"Try and kill me, if you can." Harry pulled out the weed and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it.
"What is that?"
"Heh." Marshall snickered.
***
"It's happening." Chuck told them. "I can feel it. Harry's fighting him."
"How can you tell?" Neville asked him.
"Is everything all right in here?" McGonagall stepped into the common room.
"SHH!" They all hushed her.
"My word. And what is a Slytherin doing in here?"
"He's a friend, he's with us! SHH!" They turned back to the window. Lightning emanated from the swirling pillar of cloud that completely enrobed the Quidditch field.
"I suppose there are more important things." She muttered as she sat by the fire with them to watch the clouds.
***
Voldemort glowered. "This time I shall not be so arrogant. AVADAE KEDAVRUS!" The glowing green walls were once more restored.
"Now for you. AVADA KEDAV-" Voldemort was shocked as Harry suddenly disappeared.
"Here I am!" Harry smashed the vial of Chuck's superacid over Voldemort's hood. But the liquid slid completely off his robes.
"Whatever that was, it cannot possibly harm me. These robes are charmed."
"Well, at least I know my friend wasn't just trying to get me killed."
"AVAD KED-" But Harry disappeared again.
Thank you, Neville. He thought.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" He shouted, throwing Voldemort back.
"DISPERSHIA!" Voldemort caught him off guard with a charm.
"Dammit!" He dropped his wand, now useless.
As he continued to dodge the curses, he noticed the green curtain flickering. Perhaps, he realized, Voldemort had to concentrate on it to keep it up.
"Will you stand still for a minute!" Voldemort screamed at him.
"Make me." Harry told him.
"SUSPENDRO!" Harry hopped out of the way of the curse.
"How can anyone be so fast?" Voldemort wondered aloud. Harry ran behind him, and before Voldemort could react, struck him hard in the neck. Voldemort fell over and was stunned.
"Thank God for muggles and Judo. Or whatever that was. How about it, do you give up yet?"
Voldemort growled. "SUSPENDRIA!" Harry tried to dodge it this time, but something was wrong. The weed must have worn out for one, and two, this particular advanced version of the suspension charm affected a large area. He couldn't move.
"Now." Voldemort laughed. "This is where you beg for your life. CRUCIO!" His laugh grew and grew as did the pain, and in the distance, he thought he could hear Ron, Hermione, Cho, Marshall, and Sirius calling his name. Then shrieking it. Then...
"It ends here!" Voldemort shouted. "AVADA-"
But he did not finish the curse. Harry dropped to the ground and looked up to see Voldemort's mouth hanging open, drop his wand, but silent, and something silvery wrapped around his throat.
"PETTIGR..." He choked out partially.
"Pettigrew?" Harry muttered.
"It DOES end here." Pettigrew remarked, squeezing harder. "Harry, I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm sorry." Pettigrew burst out. "I'm sorry for all these years of pain, they're all my fault. I've been a fool Harry! I deserve to die for Lily, For James, for Sirius, for everyone who I've betrayed. I owe it to you all! But most of all, Harry, I owe my apologies to you. You shouldn't have had to have gone through all of this."
"PETTI..." Voldemort was grasping his throat.
"I know it can't make up for all of these years of pain, without your parents, Harry, but one wrong can be righted this day!"
Voldemort placed his hands together and began to choke an incantation.
"I'm sorry, Harry!"
BOOOOOOM!!!
Harry was thrown back as a deafening explosion reached his eyes and ears, the searing heat blistering his face and hands. When he glanced up a moment later, he was near the edge of the ring, the killing wall was gone, and in the center...
A smoldering black crater, almost eight feet across and five deep, lie there, and only Pettigrew's false silver arm lie off to the side, and then melted and splattered as if it were mercury.
He stood up and walked over to the crater.
"All is forgiven, Peter. Thank you." He said as he realized what had happened.
"You... you did it, Peter!" Sirius shouted, almost laughing. "I don't believe it, you little bastard, you did it! WHOO!!" He thrust his fist in the air. "Harry, are you all right?"
"Sure am, just a few bumps and bruises." He smiled. "It looks like it's finally over."
"NOT QUITE!" A voice boomed from above.
"Ah, No!" He looked back up to see Voldemort levitating, a little blistered, and rubbing his neck, but otherwise seeming all right.
"Ah, yes!" he landed in the ring. "Now do you see? It is all over, finally."
"How..."
"How is it over? How did I survive? It's not that important, in a few moments, you shall all be dead. Almost."
"Almost?" Harry demanded.
"Well, you see, when the black hole reaches it's full intensity, you will undergo what is known as speghettification as you are crushed by it. And you shall experience this for eternity, you see, because as you reach the singularity, time will be stretched for eternity. It will not effect me, however. I forgot to tell you, Harry, I have become immortal! I shall simply travel off just before it all ends. As for you, you will live forever, and so you will die forever. How poetic. Now!" He began, picking up his wand.
"Harry!" Sirius tossed him Pettigrew's wand. Harry caught it and rounded on his heel, screaming the killing curse as he did. But voldemort knocked him aside before he could finish.
"Hit it, now!" Ron shouted. About half a dozen killing curses and half a dozen stunning hexes came flying into the face of Voldemort.
The blinding red and green light died down, and there...
"He... he is immortal." Marshall stuttered.
"We could..." Dumbledore began.
"Let's see how long you can live WITHOUT YOUR HEAD!" Marshall shouted.
"Mister Oak, no!" Dumbledore cried, but it was too late. Marshall conjured from his wand a beam of blinding light which extended about two feet, and charged Voldemort head-on, swinging and slicing.
But all it did was bounce off him, or pass through. Marshall never even scraped him.
"I will not even give you the privilege of dying." Voldemort laughed, and raised his arms to the dark skied.
"I CALL UPON THE DARK OF NIGHT
THE POINT OF NO RETURN!
TO SWALLOW UP EVERY LIGHT
FROM SUNS TO FIRES BURN!
COME TO EARTH AND MAKE THEM COWER
CRUSH ALL IN YOUR PATH!
LET NONE ESCAPE THE PAIN AND FEAR
AND TORTURE OF YOUR WRATH!"
With that, the skies became even darker, and Voldemort began to glow a pale gray, and then they felt it.
Little pebbles began to float a foot off the ground, and dust swirled up into great brown cones reaching the sky. Marshall stood to deliver a solid punch, but suddenly, he and Harry were thrown back by Voldemort and some unseen force that began to emanate from him.
"IT SHALL CRUSH YOU ALL! THE END HAS COME!" Voldemort howled triumphantly.
***
"What is that?" Neville shouted.
"This is it!" McGonagall told them. Mrs. Weasley had made her way into the common room and was hysterical over Ron.
"This can't happen!" Stan shouted. "This can't be it!"
"It's too late. It's over for all of us." McGonagall said solemnly.
***
"Headmaster!" Harry shouted over the slowly growing roar of the horizon. "I can stop him, but I need to get near him. Can you suggest anything?"
"I'm sorry Harry." Dumbledore told him.
"What about that arm Pettigrew had? It had a lot of power behind it!"
"I'm not sure..."
"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Harry took Marshall's wand and sliced his left arm off.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Sirius demanded as if he were mad.
"Give... me one... of those arms..."
Dumbledore complied, and Harry shook off the shock. He held out his new arm in front of him, and charged Voldemort. He was completely unfazed with it.
"What? What are you doing?" Voldemort demanded.
Harry grasped Voldemort by the throat.
"YOU CAN"T!" Voldemort screamed.
"Watch me. LEVITIO!" They took off, Harry dragging Voldemort.
"Harry, no!" Sirius called behind him. But it was too late. Up they soared, higher and higher, until they reached the vortex.
They were both pulled into the singularity. Then darkness.
Nothing.
A/N; Good ending? You never know what happened after that. Am I twisted or what? Hope you liked it...
PSYCHE! Did you really think I'd leave you all hanging like that? Find out for yourself how it ended, in the next chapter, possibly the last.
~Silverpen
And the
Doomspell Tournament
Last time, when we left Harry, it turns out that he must face his former and now second-to-ultimate rival, Draco Malfoy. Draco has been appointed Voldemort's Bodyguard himself, and now Harry must face them both consecutively, that is, if he can defeat Malfoy.
The stakes are higher that ever, tension is strung tight, and the future of mankind hangs in the balance - balancing on one young man's shoulder's!
Will Harry be able to defeat overwhelming odds like this once more? Or has his luck run out? There's only one way to know...
Chapter 8
Eternity Exigent
Lightning crackled, striking the ceiling of the ring and illuminating the bolt a brilliant green all the way up to it's originating cloud.
Draco raised his wand and Harry plunged into his robes for his.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Draco cried.
"LEVITIO!" Draco's spell missed, and Harry thrust him off the floor and flipped him over backwards, sprawling him onto the ground.
"Damn you, Potter, you're much better than the last time we dueled."
"That was four years ago. Since then I've beaten everything your boss sent at me." Draco's face was contorted with malice.
"Give it up, Malfoy. There's no point. We're still just kids, we shouldn't have to go through this."
"Thanks for the offer, Potter, but you saw what happened to that coward on the corner of the ring. He's not in very good condition, now, is he? That's what you'll be looking like in a moment, too." He began to get to his feet.
"Only if you cheat. Like you always did." Harry growled.
Draco raised his wand, but Harry shouted, "IMPEDIMENTA!" And sent him flying to the edge of the ring once more.
"It's going to be such a shame," Draco began. "To rid myself of such a worthy opponent." It was then that Harry noticed that Draco's eyes were white, completely, like Pettigrew's had been earlier.
"Watch." Draco laughed. "Watch this little trick..."
"DISPERSHIA!" Harry yelled, and Draco discontinued whatever he was trying to do.
"Where'd you learn that one? My wand doesn't work anymore!" Draco was furious. "No matter." He placed his hands in front of him. "This will be just as easy. IMPERIO!"
Suddenly, Harry felt himself relax. He was falling... falling... like that split second just before you drift off to sleep. And all the time, a little voice whispered in his ear, "Walk out of the ring, go on. Go ahead."
"No. I'll get killed, I'm not stupid." He righted himself before he took even one step.
"What? Do it!"
"It's not like it will work, or I already would have." Harry turned back to him.
"Damn! Guess it's time to do things the pathetic muggle way!" He leapt forward and grabbed Harry's throat, and began to push his jaw forward from behind as they toppled to the floor. (This would be known in first aid as a jaw thrust, by the way, which is very painful and can be potentially dangerous.)
"You..." Harry managed to spit. "CRUCIO!" Draco was sent to the floor in howls and spasms. Harry kept up the curse for at least half a minute before pulling his wand back. When Draco looked up, Harry realized it had done the trick.
"Potter? Where are we?" He rubbed the back of his head, still shaking slightly.
"You mean you don't know? Draco, what month is it?"
"I don't know, why are you asking? December for all I remember. I was just in my father's studio, how did I get here?"
"Draco, look behind you." Harry commanded him.
Draco turned...
"Dear God, is it..." He turned back to Harry.
"Yes Draco."
"Then my father must have... must have..."
"Must have what?"
"He must have possessed me. I thought he said something when all I remember is passing out. Oh no, they didn't!"
"Oh, yes, they did. I thought you wanted to, at first."
"Wanted to? They've both almost gotten me killed twice now! I don't want to work for someone who manipulated me in that manner!"
"I know."
"DRACO!" Voldemort's screech was like nails on a chalkboard.
"I've never really met him face-to-face." He whispered fearfully to Harry. "Potter, what's going on?"
"We're in a dueling tournament to decide the fate of the world."
"You mean, he'll kill us all if we don't win?"
"Most likely."
"DRACO! BOY! KILL HIM NOW!"
Draco gasped. How can we do this?"
"I don't know, the ring is lined with a killing curse, so you can't step out until one of us wins. This is all I know."
"Were you going to kill me?"
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to."
"ENOUGH!" Voldemort was fuming. "It seems to me you have broke my possession of my bodyguard. Neither of you leaves the ring until the other dies!" With that, he raised his wand, swirling it overhead. The deathwalls on the ring joined edges to form a bubble shape, and began to close in on them.
Harry and Draco stood back to back in the center of the ring.
It was closing in... fifteen feet from them...
"He want's you, Potter."
"Yes, I know."
"Well, give him more than he bargains for." Draco stepped forward.
"Harry!" Dumbledore shouted. Sirius called, too. But there was nothing anyone could do to help.
"I'm sorry for everything, Potter. Save the world again for all of us, why don't you?"
"Draco, no! What are you doing?"
"One of us must die for the other to leave. Good luck, Potter." He spread his arms and fell backwards, through the walls of the killing curse, and landed dead. The bubble burst, leaving Harry in the center of the ring, beyond shock and anger.
Everyone was speechless.
"ARE YOU HAPPY, YOU BASTARD!?!" Harry demanded of Voldemort.
"Quite, actually." He cackled.
"GET YOUR ASS IN THIS RING! WE'RE GOING TO FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
"Nobody speaks to me that way-"
"I'LL TALK TO AND REFER TO YOU ANY WAY I WANT, VOLDEMORT! YEAH, I'M NOT AFRAID TO SAY YOUR NAME! NIETHER SHOULD ANYONE ELSE BE!"
"Such insolence! You shall pay..."
"He will not!" A voice countered.
"Who..."
"You'll face me, you coward." Alastor Moody stepped in the ring. "Out, Potter."
"But, sir..."
"I told you to leave."
"I will not accept a match with you." Voldemort screeched.
"Are you some sort of a coward? The boy shouldn't have to go through with this."
"You will step out or I shall execute the Error curse here and now!" He bellowed. He stared Moody in both his real and fake eye, and Moody sighed, wished Harry luck, and stepped out.
"I've waited too long for this, and I shall not wait another minute." Voldemort directed at Harry.
"Try and kill me, if you can." Harry pulled out the weed and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it.
"What is that?"
"Heh." Marshall snickered.
***
"It's happening." Chuck told them. "I can feel it. Harry's fighting him."
"How can you tell?" Neville asked him.
"Is everything all right in here?" McGonagall stepped into the common room.
"SHH!" They all hushed her.
"My word. And what is a Slytherin doing in here?"
"He's a friend, he's with us! SHH!" They turned back to the window. Lightning emanated from the swirling pillar of cloud that completely enrobed the Quidditch field.
"I suppose there are more important things." She muttered as she sat by the fire with them to watch the clouds.
***
Voldemort glowered. "This time I shall not be so arrogant. AVADAE KEDAVRUS!" The glowing green walls were once more restored.
"Now for you. AVADA KEDAV-" Voldemort was shocked as Harry suddenly disappeared.
"Here I am!" Harry smashed the vial of Chuck's superacid over Voldemort's hood. But the liquid slid completely off his robes.
"Whatever that was, it cannot possibly harm me. These robes are charmed."
"Well, at least I know my friend wasn't just trying to get me killed."
"AVAD KED-" But Harry disappeared again.
Thank you, Neville. He thought.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" He shouted, throwing Voldemort back.
"DISPERSHIA!" Voldemort caught him off guard with a charm.
"Dammit!" He dropped his wand, now useless.
As he continued to dodge the curses, he noticed the green curtain flickering. Perhaps, he realized, Voldemort had to concentrate on it to keep it up.
"Will you stand still for a minute!" Voldemort screamed at him.
"Make me." Harry told him.
"SUSPENDRO!" Harry hopped out of the way of the curse.
"How can anyone be so fast?" Voldemort wondered aloud. Harry ran behind him, and before Voldemort could react, struck him hard in the neck. Voldemort fell over and was stunned.
"Thank God for muggles and Judo. Or whatever that was. How about it, do you give up yet?"
Voldemort growled. "SUSPENDRIA!" Harry tried to dodge it this time, but something was wrong. The weed must have worn out for one, and two, this particular advanced version of the suspension charm affected a large area. He couldn't move.
"Now." Voldemort laughed. "This is where you beg for your life. CRUCIO!" His laugh grew and grew as did the pain, and in the distance, he thought he could hear Ron, Hermione, Cho, Marshall, and Sirius calling his name. Then shrieking it. Then...
"It ends here!" Voldemort shouted. "AVADA-"
But he did not finish the curse. Harry dropped to the ground and looked up to see Voldemort's mouth hanging open, drop his wand, but silent, and something silvery wrapped around his throat.
"PETTIGR..." He choked out partially.
"Pettigrew?" Harry muttered.
"It DOES end here." Pettigrew remarked, squeezing harder. "Harry, I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm sorry." Pettigrew burst out. "I'm sorry for all these years of pain, they're all my fault. I've been a fool Harry! I deserve to die for Lily, For James, for Sirius, for everyone who I've betrayed. I owe it to you all! But most of all, Harry, I owe my apologies to you. You shouldn't have had to have gone through all of this."
"PETTI..." Voldemort was grasping his throat.
"I know it can't make up for all of these years of pain, without your parents, Harry, but one wrong can be righted this day!"
Voldemort placed his hands together and began to choke an incantation.
"I'm sorry, Harry!"
BOOOOOOM!!!
Harry was thrown back as a deafening explosion reached his eyes and ears, the searing heat blistering his face and hands. When he glanced up a moment later, he was near the edge of the ring, the killing wall was gone, and in the center...
A smoldering black crater, almost eight feet across and five deep, lie there, and only Pettigrew's false silver arm lie off to the side, and then melted and splattered as if it were mercury.
He stood up and walked over to the crater.
"All is forgiven, Peter. Thank you." He said as he realized what had happened.
"You... you did it, Peter!" Sirius shouted, almost laughing. "I don't believe it, you little bastard, you did it! WHOO!!" He thrust his fist in the air. "Harry, are you all right?"
"Sure am, just a few bumps and bruises." He smiled. "It looks like it's finally over."
"NOT QUITE!" A voice boomed from above.
"Ah, No!" He looked back up to see Voldemort levitating, a little blistered, and rubbing his neck, but otherwise seeming all right.
"Ah, yes!" he landed in the ring. "Now do you see? It is all over, finally."
"How..."
"How is it over? How did I survive? It's not that important, in a few moments, you shall all be dead. Almost."
"Almost?" Harry demanded.
"Well, you see, when the black hole reaches it's full intensity, you will undergo what is known as speghettification as you are crushed by it. And you shall experience this for eternity, you see, because as you reach the singularity, time will be stretched for eternity. It will not effect me, however. I forgot to tell you, Harry, I have become immortal! I shall simply travel off just before it all ends. As for you, you will live forever, and so you will die forever. How poetic. Now!" He began, picking up his wand.
"Harry!" Sirius tossed him Pettigrew's wand. Harry caught it and rounded on his heel, screaming the killing curse as he did. But voldemort knocked him aside before he could finish.
"Hit it, now!" Ron shouted. About half a dozen killing curses and half a dozen stunning hexes came flying into the face of Voldemort.
The blinding red and green light died down, and there...
"He... he is immortal." Marshall stuttered.
"We could..." Dumbledore began.
"Let's see how long you can live WITHOUT YOUR HEAD!" Marshall shouted.
"Mister Oak, no!" Dumbledore cried, but it was too late. Marshall conjured from his wand a beam of blinding light which extended about two feet, and charged Voldemort head-on, swinging and slicing.
But all it did was bounce off him, or pass through. Marshall never even scraped him.
"I will not even give you the privilege of dying." Voldemort laughed, and raised his arms to the dark skied.
"I CALL UPON THE DARK OF NIGHT
THE POINT OF NO RETURN!
TO SWALLOW UP EVERY LIGHT
FROM SUNS TO FIRES BURN!
COME TO EARTH AND MAKE THEM COWER
CRUSH ALL IN YOUR PATH!
LET NONE ESCAPE THE PAIN AND FEAR
AND TORTURE OF YOUR WRATH!"
With that, the skies became even darker, and Voldemort began to glow a pale gray, and then they felt it.
Little pebbles began to float a foot off the ground, and dust swirled up into great brown cones reaching the sky. Marshall stood to deliver a solid punch, but suddenly, he and Harry were thrown back by Voldemort and some unseen force that began to emanate from him.
"IT SHALL CRUSH YOU ALL! THE END HAS COME!" Voldemort howled triumphantly.
***
"What is that?" Neville shouted.
"This is it!" McGonagall told them. Mrs. Weasley had made her way into the common room and was hysterical over Ron.
"This can't happen!" Stan shouted. "This can't be it!"
"It's too late. It's over for all of us." McGonagall said solemnly.
***
"Headmaster!" Harry shouted over the slowly growing roar of the horizon. "I can stop him, but I need to get near him. Can you suggest anything?"
"I'm sorry Harry." Dumbledore told him.
"What about that arm Pettigrew had? It had a lot of power behind it!"
"I'm not sure..."
"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Harry took Marshall's wand and sliced his left arm off.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Sirius demanded as if he were mad.
"Give... me one... of those arms..."
Dumbledore complied, and Harry shook off the shock. He held out his new arm in front of him, and charged Voldemort. He was completely unfazed with it.
"What? What are you doing?" Voldemort demanded.
Harry grasped Voldemort by the throat.
"YOU CAN"T!" Voldemort screamed.
"Watch me. LEVITIO!" They took off, Harry dragging Voldemort.
"Harry, no!" Sirius called behind him. But it was too late. Up they soared, higher and higher, until they reached the vortex.
They were both pulled into the singularity. Then darkness.
Nothing.
A/N; Good ending? You never know what happened after that. Am I twisted or what? Hope you liked it...
PSYCHE! Did you really think I'd leave you all hanging like that? Find out for yourself how it ended, in the next chapter, possibly the last.
~Silverpen
