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K. Rowling.
Authors Notes: Hope you like it and please review.
-Chapter Twelve-
Voldemort stood and faced the doors of Hogwarts, the Death Eaters and Black Snakes in a semi-circle behind him. Harry, cold as ice, stopped walking a foot from him, the Aurors, Phoenix Agents and Professors in a semi-circle behind him.
"I didn't think you would have the guts to come." Voldemort said.
"There's one thing I've got to ask you before we start." Harry said coldly, ignoring Voldemort's compliment. "Why did you go after us in the first place?"
"Because of your destiny, Harry. Now, shall we get ready?"
Harry only gave a little nod and gave his cloak to Draco so that it wouldn't get in the way. Voldemort was handed an evil-looking sword. The two opponents faced each other, none of them bowed only gave a short nod. Voldemort was the one who gave the first blow.
"Ammotervia!"
Harry quickly got out of the way. The curse would have made him blind if it had hit him.
"Cedurtica!"
"Cedima!" Voldemort cast the counter-curse just in time.
The duel got more violent, both of them using old curses that nearly everyone had forgotten. Draco kept an eye at the Death Eaters and the Black Snakes as Harry had told him to, and could see that there was something wrong but he didn't know what.
"I seem to have underestimated you, Potter." Voldemort growled as their swords met, while he was trying to keep Harry's wand away from himself. Suddenly he got a fist in the face.
"You, of all people, should know better by now." Harry replied as he danced out of the way of Voldemort's sword. Harry thanked his lucky star for the dancing and karate lessons he had taken in the summer after his fourth and fifth year. Smeltings had sent a letter to the Dursley's suggesting that Dudley should take those classes, and that it was good for his diet. Dudley, being the big idiot he had been, had only wanted to go if Harry went with him.
"And you should know that trusting someone without shaking hands, is fatal. NOW!"
The Death Eaters and Black Snakes attacked the Hogwarts group. Draco didn't waste time and a second later the two groups met, spells and curses flying everywhere.
To Harry it seemed as thought Voldemort had decided to use every trick he had in this duel. Something black erupted from his wand. It seemed to swallow everything it came close to. Harry didn't have time to wonder what it was. It crept up his legs, his stomach, in the end he was completely covered, from head to foot, and he couldn't move. The anger he had held in chess for several years now began to boil.
Voldemort gaped when the black thing began to crack. Strong, golden light shining through the holes. The thing exploded, pieces flying everywhere. Harry was glaring at Voldemort in a way that even frightened even the Dark Lord himself.
"You've pissed me off, Riddle." Harry whispered in a way that sent chills up everyone's spine. "Are you sure you want to take the consequences?" A ball of fire began to shape in Harry's hand and he threw it with all his might towards Voldemort, who had to throw himself on the ground to avoid it.
Maybe he had underestimated Potter a bit more than he had thought. But if Potter used the Elements, why shouldn't he? He got up and used Air to lift his opponent high into the clouds, then he dropped him. Voldemort waited to see Harry fall towards the ground or at least float to it, but what he saw made his jaw drop. A pure white phoenix came shooting towards him like a bullet. Voldemort quickly calculated out what to do and when, then got ready. Just before Harry hit him he grabbed the phoenix by the neck and slammed it into the ground. Harry changed back into his human-form, but Voldemort was sitting on top of him with his hands round Harry's throat.
"Any last words Potter?" Voldemort asked, tightening his grip.
"You're an idiot Riddle." Harry growled. He had gotten an idea of what to change into.
His face grew into an oblong, flat, compressed snout, with sharp teeth. His body got longer, he got a long tale that served for balance. His arms got horrible claws and his legs got the shape of an ostrich. One of the toes got a crescent-shaped, deadly claw.
Voldemort let go of the beast and backed off, but not fast enough. One of the back-legs of the beast scraped his face up. One of the claws, the crescent-shaped one, made a scar from his forehead to his chin. His hands flew to his face.
"What the Hell are you?!" Voldemort asked through his hands.
//Never heard about dinosaurs, Riddle?// The beast got up and came towards him. //This is a Velociraptor. Let me tell you about it. It's brain is extremely big, they were extremely fast and hunted in well-organized packs, something that made them one of the most feared hunters. And one more thing, they were meat-eaters.//
Voldemort didn't even try to hide his fear. He was backing away from the creature. He had underestimated Harry more than he realised. The Dark Lord could see the natural intelligence of the reptile in it's eyes. And with Potter's intelligence there too, the creature was the worst death anyone could meet.
Harry jumped, and landed on top of Voldemort. His jaws about to bite the head of the man. He changed back into himself. That was a mistake. Voldemort kicked him off, then got up.
"Nice decorations you have there." Harry said, mentioning to the three scars from Voldemort's forehead to his chin. "But isn't it a bit early? Christmas is four months away, you know."
The two of them used telekinesis to summon their wands and swords to them, and began to duel again, this time using absolutely everything they had.
Everyone, Death Eater as well as Red Dragon, had stopped duelling when Voldemort had used the black thing to surround and swallow Harry. Their mouths had dropped open when Harry turned into a Velociraptor. Now, as the two of them began to fight in a more normal way, the onlookers got back to their own duels.
Draco was jumping here and there to avoid spells. It reminded him a bit of Riverdance The Show, or some kind of a Russian dance.
//Potter, where the Hell are Dorimus and Calloway?!// He asked telepathically.
//They'll be here soon!// Harry replied, and got hit by a Cruciatus curse a second later.
Draco decided not to bother him anymore, and concentrated on his two opponents. Suddenly he noticed a large mass in different colours coming from everywhere on brooms. He thought he could see Calloway and Dorimus in the front. When the help arrived it didn't take them long time to capture, or kill, all the Death Eaters or Black Snakes.
The robes of their helpers where coloured in their flag-colours so that they could identify each other. Norway's red, white and blue, Sweden's blue and yellow, Germany's black, yellow and red, Canada's red and white flag, with the maple leaf, the flag of the USA, the Australian flag, China's red flag, with the four yellow stars. To say it shortly, every land and country was there.
Now everyone stood in a circle round the fighting Harry and Voldemort. Both of them were bloody, and pale due to the blood they had lost. Sweat on their brows. Voldemort, looking around, realised it was time for him to get out of there. This was a move he hadn't expected from Potter. He pushed Harry backwards with Air and hit him in the guts with Fire, took out a little orb, it was exactly the same as Krum's, and threw it on the ground. It shattered, the smoke surrounded him and a second later he was gone. Draco and the rest ran over to Harry when he didn't move.
"Someone get Madame Pomfrey! Help us to get him to the Infirmary!" Draco barked out.
The newcomers came to life. Several coming forward to help levitate Harry, which ended up with Harry high in the air. It the end Snape exploded and took Harry to the Infirmary himself, mumbling about idiotic Aurors and stupid boys that ended up fried.
About 500 of the Aurors from the different country's escorted the prisoners to the British Ministry of Magic. The rest began to set up camps all over the grounds.
Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, Draco and all the other Professors had followed Harry to the Hospital wing, but now came back outside. Madame Pomfrey had chased even Dumbledore out. Out there they where met by Dorimus and Calloway.
"Will he manage?" Dorimus asked.
"Have no idea." Ron replied. "Madame Pomfrey chased us out."
"Good plan this, to get help from the other Ministry's of Magic since we couldn't get from our own." Snape said, it sounded weird coming from him. "Thank heavens that someone still has some brain left."
Ron was beginning to wonder if Snape hadn't been hit by one spell to many.
"It wasn't our idea Professor." Calloway replied. "You should thank Mr Potter for that."
"That's why he didn't suggest a duel between him and Voldemort before." Draco added, walked back into the castle and sat down at the Gryffindor table. It felt wrong somehow, to sit at the Slytherin table. He didn't feel at home there like he had when he had started school.
Hedwig swooped down, carrying the Daily Prophet in her talons. Draco took it and told her where she could find her master. The owl hooted and flew off. He looked at the front page. His mouth would have fallen to the floor if it hadn't been stuck.
'AZKABAN, THE EASIEST PLACE TO ESCAPE FROM?
By: Colin Creevy
It has recently been discovered that all the prisoners in the feared prison Azkaban, has escaped. The Dementors are also gone. We think that they have plans to rejoin You-Know-Who in his rise to power, just like last time.
The word is that Minister Fudge got a warning from Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the newly reopened Hogwarts, that this would happen, but didn't listen to him.
I just have one question for you readers: Do we need a new Minister of Magic?'
'We are in deep shit.' Draco thought. 'I don't want to bee there when Harry finds out... if he survives. C'mon Potter, you can't leave us now.'
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Well, that's it for chapter twelve. Hope you liked it.
I want to thank Lily Evans, Pampered Tigeress, Jcorrington, Anubys and Polaris for reviewing.
Authors Notes: Hope you like it and please review.
-Chapter Twelve-
Voldemort stood and faced the doors of Hogwarts, the Death Eaters and Black Snakes in a semi-circle behind him. Harry, cold as ice, stopped walking a foot from him, the Aurors, Phoenix Agents and Professors in a semi-circle behind him.
"I didn't think you would have the guts to come." Voldemort said.
"There's one thing I've got to ask you before we start." Harry said coldly, ignoring Voldemort's compliment. "Why did you go after us in the first place?"
"Because of your destiny, Harry. Now, shall we get ready?"
Harry only gave a little nod and gave his cloak to Draco so that it wouldn't get in the way. Voldemort was handed an evil-looking sword. The two opponents faced each other, none of them bowed only gave a short nod. Voldemort was the one who gave the first blow.
"Ammotervia!"
Harry quickly got out of the way. The curse would have made him blind if it had hit him.
"Cedurtica!"
"Cedima!" Voldemort cast the counter-curse just in time.
The duel got more violent, both of them using old curses that nearly everyone had forgotten. Draco kept an eye at the Death Eaters and the Black Snakes as Harry had told him to, and could see that there was something wrong but he didn't know what.
"I seem to have underestimated you, Potter." Voldemort growled as their swords met, while he was trying to keep Harry's wand away from himself. Suddenly he got a fist in the face.
"You, of all people, should know better by now." Harry replied as he danced out of the way of Voldemort's sword. Harry thanked his lucky star for the dancing and karate lessons he had taken in the summer after his fourth and fifth year. Smeltings had sent a letter to the Dursley's suggesting that Dudley should take those classes, and that it was good for his diet. Dudley, being the big idiot he had been, had only wanted to go if Harry went with him.
"And you should know that trusting someone without shaking hands, is fatal. NOW!"
The Death Eaters and Black Snakes attacked the Hogwarts group. Draco didn't waste time and a second later the two groups met, spells and curses flying everywhere.
To Harry it seemed as thought Voldemort had decided to use every trick he had in this duel. Something black erupted from his wand. It seemed to swallow everything it came close to. Harry didn't have time to wonder what it was. It crept up his legs, his stomach, in the end he was completely covered, from head to foot, and he couldn't move. The anger he had held in chess for several years now began to boil.
Voldemort gaped when the black thing began to crack. Strong, golden light shining through the holes. The thing exploded, pieces flying everywhere. Harry was glaring at Voldemort in a way that even frightened even the Dark Lord himself.
"You've pissed me off, Riddle." Harry whispered in a way that sent chills up everyone's spine. "Are you sure you want to take the consequences?" A ball of fire began to shape in Harry's hand and he threw it with all his might towards Voldemort, who had to throw himself on the ground to avoid it.
Maybe he had underestimated Potter a bit more than he had thought. But if Potter used the Elements, why shouldn't he? He got up and used Air to lift his opponent high into the clouds, then he dropped him. Voldemort waited to see Harry fall towards the ground or at least float to it, but what he saw made his jaw drop. A pure white phoenix came shooting towards him like a bullet. Voldemort quickly calculated out what to do and when, then got ready. Just before Harry hit him he grabbed the phoenix by the neck and slammed it into the ground. Harry changed back into his human-form, but Voldemort was sitting on top of him with his hands round Harry's throat.
"Any last words Potter?" Voldemort asked, tightening his grip.
"You're an idiot Riddle." Harry growled. He had gotten an idea of what to change into.
His face grew into an oblong, flat, compressed snout, with sharp teeth. His body got longer, he got a long tale that served for balance. His arms got horrible claws and his legs got the shape of an ostrich. One of the toes got a crescent-shaped, deadly claw.
Voldemort let go of the beast and backed off, but not fast enough. One of the back-legs of the beast scraped his face up. One of the claws, the crescent-shaped one, made a scar from his forehead to his chin. His hands flew to his face.
"What the Hell are you?!" Voldemort asked through his hands.
//Never heard about dinosaurs, Riddle?// The beast got up and came towards him. //This is a Velociraptor. Let me tell you about it. It's brain is extremely big, they were extremely fast and hunted in well-organized packs, something that made them one of the most feared hunters. And one more thing, they were meat-eaters.//
Voldemort didn't even try to hide his fear. He was backing away from the creature. He had underestimated Harry more than he realised. The Dark Lord could see the natural intelligence of the reptile in it's eyes. And with Potter's intelligence there too, the creature was the worst death anyone could meet.
Harry jumped, and landed on top of Voldemort. His jaws about to bite the head of the man. He changed back into himself. That was a mistake. Voldemort kicked him off, then got up.
"Nice decorations you have there." Harry said, mentioning to the three scars from Voldemort's forehead to his chin. "But isn't it a bit early? Christmas is four months away, you know."
The two of them used telekinesis to summon their wands and swords to them, and began to duel again, this time using absolutely everything they had.
Everyone, Death Eater as well as Red Dragon, had stopped duelling when Voldemort had used the black thing to surround and swallow Harry. Their mouths had dropped open when Harry turned into a Velociraptor. Now, as the two of them began to fight in a more normal way, the onlookers got back to their own duels.
Draco was jumping here and there to avoid spells. It reminded him a bit of Riverdance The Show, or some kind of a Russian dance.
//Potter, where the Hell are Dorimus and Calloway?!// He asked telepathically.
//They'll be here soon!// Harry replied, and got hit by a Cruciatus curse a second later.
Draco decided not to bother him anymore, and concentrated on his two opponents. Suddenly he noticed a large mass in different colours coming from everywhere on brooms. He thought he could see Calloway and Dorimus in the front. When the help arrived it didn't take them long time to capture, or kill, all the Death Eaters or Black Snakes.
The robes of their helpers where coloured in their flag-colours so that they could identify each other. Norway's red, white and blue, Sweden's blue and yellow, Germany's black, yellow and red, Canada's red and white flag, with the maple leaf, the flag of the USA, the Australian flag, China's red flag, with the four yellow stars. To say it shortly, every land and country was there.
Now everyone stood in a circle round the fighting Harry and Voldemort. Both of them were bloody, and pale due to the blood they had lost. Sweat on their brows. Voldemort, looking around, realised it was time for him to get out of there. This was a move he hadn't expected from Potter. He pushed Harry backwards with Air and hit him in the guts with Fire, took out a little orb, it was exactly the same as Krum's, and threw it on the ground. It shattered, the smoke surrounded him and a second later he was gone. Draco and the rest ran over to Harry when he didn't move.
"Someone get Madame Pomfrey! Help us to get him to the Infirmary!" Draco barked out.
The newcomers came to life. Several coming forward to help levitate Harry, which ended up with Harry high in the air. It the end Snape exploded and took Harry to the Infirmary himself, mumbling about idiotic Aurors and stupid boys that ended up fried.
About 500 of the Aurors from the different country's escorted the prisoners to the British Ministry of Magic. The rest began to set up camps all over the grounds.
Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, Draco and all the other Professors had followed Harry to the Hospital wing, but now came back outside. Madame Pomfrey had chased even Dumbledore out. Out there they where met by Dorimus and Calloway.
"Will he manage?" Dorimus asked.
"Have no idea." Ron replied. "Madame Pomfrey chased us out."
"Good plan this, to get help from the other Ministry's of Magic since we couldn't get from our own." Snape said, it sounded weird coming from him. "Thank heavens that someone still has some brain left."
Ron was beginning to wonder if Snape hadn't been hit by one spell to many.
"It wasn't our idea Professor." Calloway replied. "You should thank Mr Potter for that."
"That's why he didn't suggest a duel between him and Voldemort before." Draco added, walked back into the castle and sat down at the Gryffindor table. It felt wrong somehow, to sit at the Slytherin table. He didn't feel at home there like he had when he had started school.
Hedwig swooped down, carrying the Daily Prophet in her talons. Draco took it and told her where she could find her master. The owl hooted and flew off. He looked at the front page. His mouth would have fallen to the floor if it hadn't been stuck.
'AZKABAN, THE EASIEST PLACE TO ESCAPE FROM?
By: Colin Creevy
It has recently been discovered that all the prisoners in the feared prison Azkaban, has escaped. The Dementors are also gone. We think that they have plans to rejoin You-Know-Who in his rise to power, just like last time.
The word is that Minister Fudge got a warning from Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the newly reopened Hogwarts, that this would happen, but didn't listen to him.
I just have one question for you readers: Do we need a new Minister of Magic?'
'We are in deep shit.' Draco thought. 'I don't want to bee there when Harry finds out... if he survives. C'mon Potter, you can't leave us now.'
-------------------------
Well, that's it for chapter twelve. Hope you liked it.
I want to thank Lily Evans, Pampered Tigeress, Jcorrington, Anubys and Polaris for reviewing.