I do not own Harry Potter. Also, sorry about this. I lost my way with this story for a while. But now I am back, and with spell check to boot. So now, at long last:



The Duel



Harry and Lord Voldermort circled each other on the stone platform. As was the custom, the stone platform had been built with the combine spell of the two in it. They had placed traps for the other, but as the spell mixed the construction, it was just as likely to step on a square containing one of your own traps as one from you opponent.

Harry removed the charm that bound his powers. Just as he did so, Voldermort fell.

"What, did he step on his own trap?" Harry said in surprise.

"No, he didn't. I killed him." A voice answered.

Harry looked around, and there in the center of the platform was a man. He was wearing a plain grey robe.

"Who are you? . . . I apologize, I forgot my manners. Thank you for killing him for me, I assure you however that I had the situation under control."

"Don't worry about your manners, young Magik."

"You know what I am? Who are you?"

"I am what you could become. Do you know what the rarest magical gift is?"

"Immortality."

"Yes, well actually it is near immortality, but that is beside the point. What magic gift do Magiks not have."

"Magiks have all of the gifts . . . Oh."

"Yes, you see where this is going."

"YOU are also a Magik?"

"Very good."

"And you are old."

"Very old." "Care to elaborate?"

"Older than this tiny little backwater planet."

"So old."

"Yes."

"Who did you say you were?"

"Voldermort's Master." And with that the man cursed Harry and his world went black.





Ok, I promise to write more soon. I just needed to get back into the story. Review.