Harry Potter and the Apocalypse Rod

I only own the Apocalypse Rod, and my character Gorland "Demoncaster". Joshin belongs to my friend, Joshin. Aurora belongs to my friend Aurora. Nitrotic belongs to me. All other characters belong to J.K.Rowling.

1 Prologue

The town lay in ruin. Their souls had been absorbed into the spherical sapphire atop the Apocalypse Rod. Gorland himself was standing in the midst of his destruction, revelling in it. He watched as the souls of the villagers were sucked into the diamond, filling it. He walked away from the town, and kicked a corpse out of his way. Behind him, over the ridge, Dumbledore, Cornelius, Palan and Mad Eye Moody appeared.

"STOP GORLAND!" Dumbledore yelled. Gorland giggled. A dark, evil giggle, and he slowly turned to face the Hogwarts students.

"Hello Dumbledore. I was wondering if you'd show up. Took considerably longer than I expected." Gorland laughed. "Although what you expect to achieve, I'm sure I don't know."

"Gorland stop this! You cannot expect to succeed!" Dumbledore shouted. "Your quest to master the Apocalypse Rod will only end in your destruction!"

"I doubt it, young one. I have been alive since the dawn of magic, and you are a rank amateur. You will not stop me any easier than those before you have tried." Gorland tapped his foot on the ground. "Besides. I have already mastered the Apocalypse Rod! Now I only need the last component."

"We can't let you have the ruby! Gorland, what happened? You were never the same after that experiment! The explosion changed you!" Palan said, concerned.

"If you'll remember, I was not found for many hours after that little incident. I traveled to Hell, and I experienced all the horrors there. I was torn apart, only to be reconstructed and torn apart again. I was seared, I was boiled, and I suffered. That changes a man. I will command the Apocalypse Rod, and I will use its energies to ensure that I never die, and never have to experience that again!" Gorland ranted.

"Everyone dies, Gorland. Only the Philosophers Stone can forestall that." Moody said.

"But this Rod, it can. No, I see no reason to tell you. Now Palan, be a good little boy, and GIVE ME THAT RUBY!" Gorland ordered.

"Never!"

"Abeo Dolens!" Gorland pointed at Palan, and immediately the man dropped to the ground, and writhed in agony. Gorland quickly strode up to the writhing Palan, and searched his clothing.

"WHERE IS THE RUBY?!!" Gorland roared in anger and frustration. Dumbledore grinned, and flashed his hand.

"Then Palan is dead!" Gorland said harshly. Palan's struggles slowed, then ceased completely. "That is a rather unpleasant new curse I have created, it provides for a slow, agonising death, much like what I had felt in the Depths. The naïve fool."

"By Merlin's beard!" Moody gasped, a half-second behind Dumbledore.

"Now if you'll be excusing me, I'll be taking that Ruby." Dumbledore breathlessly handed Gorland the Ruby, and Gorland vanished. There was silence for a few minutes, before Dumbledore spoke.

"We did it." Dumbledore sounded relieved.

"But was it worth the cost?" Cornelius asked.

"Palan died a hero." Moody was absolute.

Gorland crushed the ruby. It was a fake.

"DUMBLEDORE!!!!!" The roar echoed all the way to Dumbledore, several miles away. Dumbledore and the others left. The ruby had done its job; it had disabled the Apocalypse Rod. Gorland vanished again, and was not seen again.