Harry Potter
And the
Doomspell Tournament

Has the end arrived?

"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.

Harry knew it as he approached the horizon. He was doomed to suffer an eternity of pain, a single moment of being crushed stretched into forever.

He had braced himself, if one could, for what was about to happen. He could hear Voldemorts hollers of protest, and somewhere, off in the distance, his friends calling for him to come back. But he knew he couldn't. This was for the greater good.

The roar of the vortex became even greater, and then...

They were crushed...

***

"What is it, professor?" Stan asked Mcgonagall, who seemed in utter shock.

"Something's wrong. Something's wrong with the horizon."

"Has it stopped growing? Is it going away?" Dean asked.

"Is the Dark Lord finally gone?" Neville inquired. But suddenly, they all felt very sick to their stomachs.

"No, Neville. The vortex is now growing stronger at an unbelievable rate." She told them, staring at the pillar of cloud.

"Something's going down in there. Something dead wrong." Stan acknowledged.

***

Harry hit the ground. The ground?

The deafening roar was now reduced to a silent hum. He looked up to see Voldemort land about two yards away.

They both hopped to their feet and that was when Harry realized he was still gripping Marshall's wand. Voldemort held on to his.

"YOU." Voldemort glowered.

"That's right. Me." Harry shot back with a furious look seemingly beyond his teen years.

"You were going to kill me! You thought you could stop me! But now look! As long as I am here, at the singularity, the vortex will harvest my magical strength at an exponential rate, and I won't even have to expend it."

"I just have one question. Why weren't we "speghettified"?" Harry demanded.

"The vortex is not at infinite mass nor infinite density. Yet." Voldemort growled. "However, when it has harvested enough power, it will suddenly simply suck in the world and crush it. As well as us. Do you get it, boy? Look what you've done! You've damned us all!"

"No, we were already damned. So was earth. You, on the other hand, were going to escape." Harry reminded him.

"Now I can do nothing but go to hell with you." Voldemort was furious. "But it will be well worth it."

Not quite, thought Harry. If I was to destroy him somehow, all of this would easily end.

"I know exactly what you are thinking, boy. Have you forgotten that I am immortal?" Voldemort demanded. "Anyway, you have about five minutes for us before the horizon reaches it's full strength. Then it is all over." Harry took in his surroundings. Light slowed and passed overhead, and he could actually see the individual photons as they were stopped, began floating towards him, and then he realized.

"We've already been crushed haven't we? Everything is almost the same size in here, isn't it?"

"Very observant of you. Yes, it is only our individual magical strengths that were able to sustain us in this environment. You are actually standing on the singularity right now." Voldemort stomped his foot on the ground.

"So, are we going to finish this once and for all?" Harry asked him.

"Why not? Either way, you lose."

"As do you."

Voldemort's arrogant smirk suddenly twisted into a furious expression.

"BURN IN HELL, HARRY POTTER!" He directed a curse at Harry.

"Deflectus!" Harry responded, knocking the curse aside.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Once more, Harry deflected the curse. It seems that Voldemort's magical strength was being depleted by the vortex, and he realized it, too.

"Conventional spells won't work here." He told Harry. "Not as effectively, at least, as magic in it's purest form." He raised his wand up. "Now, Potter, keep your eye on the birdy."

At the tip of Voldemort's wand began to emanate a reddish glow, which soon grew rather large, until it was the size of a big red basketball, and began to crackle white lightning.

"A will of the wisp." Harry recognized this. Voldemort began to use his wand to direct it to fly around Harry, in front of him and behind him, and flying inches from his face. Harry knew that contact with the wisp would mean certain death. You couldn't deflect it.

"Scared yet?" Voldemort asked.

PLAM! A white bolt shot straight through his chest, knocking him to the ground.

"You told me to keep my eye on the birdy." Harry said. "So I decided not to." The wisp disappeared, and Harry was left standing.

"It's over, I guess." He said aloud.

"NO, IT IS NOT!" Voldemort scrambled to his feet. "You now have about three minutes, and that is it." Harry couldn't believe he was still alive.

"It... it went straight through you heart."

"Yes, it did. But you didn't listen to me, did you, when I said that I couldn't be killed."

Voldemort began to laugh in triumph.

***

"Professor, what do we do now?" Cho asked of Dumbledore.

"There is nothing we can do!" Dumbledore shouted. But if it hasn't ended, than all it can mean is that Harry and Voldemort are still alive somehow!"

"So can Harry stop him?" Hermione asked.

"Right now..." Dumbledore looked down his long, crooked nose to the ground. "Right now, Harry is the only one we have to count on."

"It's getting worse!" Cornelius Fudge's bowler flew off his head and across the ground.

"Everybody, on three, we're going to execute wide-area suspension curses!" Lupin suggested. They all got ready.

"One... two... three! SUSPENDRIA!" They shouted, pointed their wands at the earth, at least those who had them. It began to hold them in place as the black hole's pull grew worse and worse.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

They held on for dear life.

***

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"CRUCIO!"

A flurry of furious curses were exchanged with little effect back and forth. Harry was beginning to feel a tug at his feet grow; the singularity was gaining mass, and in less than two minutes (his time, as outside of the hole, time was occurs at a slower rate), there would be enough mass to crush them both. Voldemort was ecstatic; this would be his blaze of glory, his ultimate triumph. The world was done for; he had made his mark on history, undoubtedly the greatest scar on the face of mankind.

This is it, Harry realized, as he collapsed, at a loss for words, the black hole sapping all of his physical resistance.

NO! A voice shook him. No one ever got anywhere by giving up when it counted the most. You may only have a minute or two left, but you can still make the most of it. A minute may be all the difference in the world.

But how? A nagging doubt told him. He's immortal, undefeatable. Brace yourself, you're dead. Might as well get comfortable, sitting there.

People. There are people counting on you! There's always away.

You can't win.

"Embrace death?" Harry asked.

"Huh?" Voldemort scowled.

"I'm truly not afraid anymore. I'm not. Not of death. Not of you."

Voldemort just smiled that hideous smile. "Of course. Brave Harry Potter, not afraid of anything, now, are you?"

"Little. Now there's nothing to be afraid of."

"I'd say. People have bigger problems."

"Yes, and once they're done with them, nothing will seem scary ever again."

Voldemort cackled. "Done with them? It'll be a long time before this "little" problem is out of there way. Are you a fool?" But Harry wasn't listening.

"Prepare to embrace eternity, Voldemort." Harry warned him.

***

"Dumbledore!" Sirius shouted over the din.

"These spells won't keep us here much longer! When the horizon reaches it's full intensity, we'll be unprotected!"

"There's got to be some way to stop it out here!" Snape was gripping grass and a root he'd found on the field.

"The horizon is not a normal one, but one composed of the darkest magical energies!" Dumbledore reminded him. The force is simply too much to combat without killing the conjuror!"

"Then the dark lord must still be alive!" Marshall reiterated.
"I'd give us another thirty seconds out here at the most!" Dumbledore informed them. Come on, Harry, I know you can stop him! He thought.

You can do it, Harry. Cho believed.

I'm sorry, Harry. Sirius thought.

***

About a minute left at the singularity.

"What are you planning to do, boy?" Voldemort laughed aloud. "You aren't facing me, or a giant snake, or an army of Vampires anymore! You're dealing with the ultimate destructive force of nature! Your time has run out, the odds are too stacked against you, and curses don't work in here! I have won, I have won, I HAVE WON!!!"

"No, you haven't." Harry told him.

"What was that?!?"

Harry felt it swelling within him. He remembered all the times of desperation in his youth... outrunning Dudley and his gang, leaping onto the school roof, shrinking the sweater... now he really needed some of that magic. Evolution. That's what it was. Magic, he realized, wasn't an abnormality, or a God-given gift. It wasn't a destructive tool of the devil, or an irregularity, it was evolution.

He picked up his wand. The will of the wisp was one's concentration of all of one's hatred toward another and evil. Even with only the hatred, strong as it was, for this monster, Harry wasn't sure if his remaining magic would be enough to destroy this. Instead, he merely concentrated it on a single point.

The tip of Harry's wand began to glow. Brighter and brighter, until it was as bright as one little dot could seem to get.

Concentrate.

The little light stretched and expanded to a solid, bright line.

A little more...

Now the line expanded to form a solid clear wall, emanating from the tip of his wand, and moving slowly toward Voldemort.

"What is this?" He demanded.

Harry looked him square in the eye. "Keep your eye on the birdy." He reminded Voldemort, who suddenly became horrified.

***

"Twenty seconds!" Dumbledore hollered.

So this is how it all ends. Ron thought to himself.

"This isn't our fault! There's always a solution!" Hermione yelled.

"Fifteen at most!" Remus now told them.

***

"WAAAAAUGH!!!" Stan and Sharon were trying desperately to hold the windows shut, until the glass panes shattered and were sucked away.

"Oh, Ron." Mrs. Weasley was slumped in a chair in the corner. Seamus was vomiting all over the floor in fear, and Neville wasn't looking too good himself.

"Professor?" Chuck asked McGonagall.

"Mister Breaker?"

He paused for a moment. "Nothing." And he buried his face in his hands.

***

"What... what are you doing?" Voldemort screeched. Harry was forcing the great wall out from his wand, and Voldemort couldn't get around it.

"No! There's no way you can!"

"WATCH ME." Harry said firmly.

"YOU CAN'T WIN!"

Harry did not respond. Voldemort felt himself being pushed back...

"AAUGH!" He screeched as he felt his heel go over the edge of the singularity. "IT'S TOO LATE FOR YOU! IT'S ALL OVER!!!"

***

"There's no time left!" The roar was greater now than ever; the earth rumbled, quaked, and split beneath their very feet; hey were all now truly afraid.

Come on, Harry, what are you waiting for? Dumbledore wondered. "I know you can do it, why haven't you? I know that you're still up there!

"Professor! This is it!" Ron shouted.

They all braced for the endless end.

***

Voldemort growled but maintained his balance.

"What are you going to do now?" He asked Harry. The relative gravity here is too much to release me! Your demise draws near, it is all over!"

Harry was silent. Then...

"NO!" Harry let it all go.

Voldemort's wand slipped from his fingertips, and the wall threw him out. Away from the singularity. The force alone was almost enough to crush him, but not quite. He was flying further and further away... off, and then...

True blackness. No crushed light, no nothing. An endless void, a corner of the black hole known simply as a tangent, Voldemort was lost once and for all.

"POTTER!!! ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOU SHALL PAY, POTTER! You shall pay for everything! Everything..." The dark lord's voice grew fainter, until Harry heard his shouts no more. He was gone for good.

Now, Harry wondered, How do I... But not another fraction of a second passed when he heard the loud noise, the singularity was closing in on itself. The light particles were shrinking, and collecting, and he was now growing weak, and then...

...he was falling.

***

"This is it!" Ron shouted. They now all felt the lurch of gravity; Ron's head was thrown upward, and he vomited, but it all shot straight up, and then...

"What's happening?" Hermione asked as the pull suddenly died down, as well as the roar, and they felt the familiar tug of earth's gravity.

The horizon, the clouds, they all cleared up. In seconds, the day was bright and sunny once more.

"You did it, Harry!" Doctor String shouted. Hermione and Ron hugged each other. Marshall was speechless, until a little of Ron's landing vomit hit his shoulder, and he made a face in repulsion.

They turned their heads to see Dumbledore leap with his fist in the air and give a loud whoop, acting rather excitable for Dumbledore.

They were all preparing to celebrate when Cho looked up.

"Goodbye, Harry." She said softly.

But she paused. Marshall was silent, too.

"What's that?" Ron asked. Something was falling toward the ring, very quickly. Just before it landed, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and slowed it's descent. It was Harry; bruised, bloody, beaten senseless, but alive.

"You... you did it, Harry." Hermione walked up to him.

"I did, didn't I?" He asked.

"I say, good show, Harry!" Cornelius Fudge came to give him a hand up. "I just have one question. Where is... You-Know-Who?"

"I don't know."

"No, I mean... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"I know who you're talking about. I don't know where he went. Didn't he fall down after me?"

"No, he didn't." Dumbledore informed him.

"Than I guess he's gone. Lost forever, I suppose."

"A fitting end for him!" Corneluis exclaimed. Cho came up to Harry and embraced him. They kissed, and over her shoulder, Harry faced Dumbledore.

"So, it's over?" He asked him. "Finally?"

"Yes, Harry, I am sure of it. Voldemort's reign of terror has ended once and for all."

A/N: Maybe... maybe not. One more chapter, at least, in this book, where dreams will come true and tears will be sewn. Perhaps Harry can have one normal school year. But you'll never find out, unless you read on. Please R&R!

~Silverpen

(P.S.- In response to an anonymous reader, Harry Potter and the Doomspell Tournament was supposedly going to be the title of the fourth book until it got out to he public and J.K Rowling changed the title due to this. However, it may just be the seventh book title. Guess we'll just have to wait and find out!)