Chapter 13: Showdown

"Yes Harry, great things." Voltemort said as he waved his wand, dragging Ron into the middle of the clearing. "Friend of yours Harry?"

"Not anymore."

"Well then, you won't mind making him sorry for following you here, will you?"

Harry looked at his master with unwavering eyes, walked up the Ron, "Crucio." The bright light was not enough to overcome the sound of Ron's screams. The pain was unlike that of any he had ever felt before. It expanded like fire to every limb, every organ, every nerve ending, and then it stopped.

"What are you doing Harry?" Ron's choked up voice muttered.

"I'm doing what my master told me to. Now aren't you sorry for following me here?" Harry said sarcastically. Ron gazed up at all the cloaked figures looking on. "No!" he yelled at Harry. The pain came again and just when he thought he could stand it no longer it stopped. Ron was out of breath and curled up on the ground.

"Are you sorry now?" Harry said his voice full of malice.

Ron held his tongue. The only thing Ron was sorry for was not telling anybody where he was. The pain came a third time and before it ended Ron wished he would just die and it would be over.

"Well" Harry said to Ron, "What about now?"

"Yes." Ron said meekly.

"Well then, good work Harry. Kill him." Said Voldemort.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Ron. A lightning crackle burst through the trees and there was a silence as Voldemort and his followers were face to face with Dumbledore and all wizards that were gathered at Hogwarts. All wands were drawn as the two sides stared at each other and waited.

"Release Him!" Shouted Dumbledore, pointing his wand at Voldemort.

"Temper, Temper Dumbledore, how could you possibly expect me to let my new son, and favorite student go. He's mine now! I've taught him everything I know. About Hate, Revenge, Power. We'll do great things together," Voldemort said as gripped his wand behind his back. "and nobody will be able to stop us!"

The battle erupted. But in the mist of all the different colours shooting from wands in all different directions there was Harry, who still had orders to carry out.