CHAPTER NINE: THE CONNECTION
Harry woke up. Before trying to look around, he thought he was in the hospital wing. But how could it? He could feel a slight wind, and that meant he was outside.
He finally opened his eyes. He looked around, and he saw he was not in the hospital wing. He was in a large garden. He was nowhere around Hogwarts, because there were no mountains. He knew where he was. Near him was a large old house - it was the Riddle House.
He was alone. His scar did not hurt anymore. But the skin hurt - the dragon's flames burned him.
After he stood up, he wanted to go somewhere - but where could he go; there was a muggle village and the only wizards that could be here were Voldemort or his Death Eaters. Harry did not know how to apparate. He was hopeless once again, equipped only with his wand, which he pulled out of his robes.
He started walking towards the street, which wasn't far from where he stood. The village was very small - only about twenty large houses, with huge gardens. There were no people on the street. He was alone. Voldemort could come at anytime.
Harry had nothing to do, just to wait for Voldemort to catch him.
But he hasn't stayed for long. Someone apparated near him. It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Finally, I've got you... My Lord will be pleased", he said.
Harry was now alone with Malfoy. He had beaten Malfoy once, why couldn't he do it again? Both of them had their wands pulled out. Harry was this time ready for the duel - except that the pain in his skin could stop him from concentrating. He pointed his wand at Malfoy.
"Brave Harry Potter, you will never beat me! How can you beat one of the most faithful -"
"Faithful or not, you still do not have any protection from your stupid master!" said Harry bravely.
"No protection? We shall see, we shall see... Crucio!"
But Harry did not need to think. He performed his own cruciatus curse. The two spells hit each other, followed by a loud bang. The two spells hit and tried to affect each other.
Harry knew the spells Malfoy wasn't prepared to deffend against... The mage spells. And Harry started saying, even if he didn't want to: "Adu fortza fulgerului! Distruge tot ce vezi!". He raised his hand, pointed his wand at the sky...
His words were followed by a loud thunder that hit Malfoy, and after that the whole sky turned white. More thunders fell in distance, and each one reflected and hit Malfoy. The thunders kept hitting him, until Harry lowered his hand.
The sky turned a light blue as before. Malfoy was lying on the road. He seemed unconscious. Harry moved to him and took his wand. He broke it into two pieces. Malfoy was now defeated.
There was a small pop and Harry heard the cold voice of Voldemort.
"So... This is what little Harry Potter is capable of..."
Harry turned to him. All he needed was to talk to Erised - but that was now impossible.
"Really, the thunder storm rarely hits only one target. This should have destroyed all what you see here... including yourself. But, no. You are stronger than that. You are able to concentrate all the power of a spell in a single target. I congratulate you for this. And I know everything now. It took me a whole lot of time to find out about the magi. And I found out of them only yesterday... I used their powers without knowing what they are! I thought those were normal wizard spells, which required a lot of magic from the caster. But this wasn't true..."
He paused a bit. Harry looked at him. His cold voice was very loud this time. Voldemort was calm now. Harry could see the happiness in his eyes...
"I found out just yesterday that I was making mago-wizard spells. I found out just yesterday that there existed magi. Good luck that the only two persons whose blood is in me were both magi... Especially one who is a mago-wizard."
Voldemort looked as he wanted to kill Harry as soon as possible. And maybe this was what he wanted, but he wanted to know the power of his enemy. Of his murderer.
"You two should have noticed that all your chances against me are lost. Every time I perform a mago-wizard spell I use your power instead of mine... At any spell you are both drained. And I can drain your powers at anytime I want. I have full control of them. So, a duel will be made for nothing... Because we know who will win."
Voldemort paused again. He looked very pleased with his work. Harry had to think of something...fast.
"There is only one thing I should ask you... How did you manage to drain some of MY powers when you used that thunderstorm?"
Harry looked confused and surprised. He didn't know that Voldemort was a little drained after he used his thunderstorm.
"It is very easy to understand how do I did it... How I had stolen your blood. Do you remember what way I was restored to power by my faithful servant, Wormtail?"
Harry knew. Wormtail took a bit of Wormtail's flesh, Voldemort's father's bone, and Harry's blood... That was how Voldemort took control of his mage powers.
"Well, I think you do know. With Erised it was easier. Fifteen years ago... One year before my stupid downfall... I felt a very strong magic near one person... And I knew that. I knew that having his blood will establish a permanent connection between us... I thought he was a muggle at first - he didn't know any spells. He didn't know any wizard spell. But, I still felt his magic. I thought he was simply a wizard who wasn't taken at a school. I almost killed him and I took some of his blood... I knew that if I killed him I could not have any of his powers. So I leaved him barely alive... And with your magic, I thought that was your father's. He was one of the strongest wizards ever - except Dumbledore and myself. But he was not a mage at all. Not that I know of."
Harry now felt as if he had no chance. Really, Voldemort was very powerful, and Harry couldn't do anything... He didn't know how did he drain Voldemort. If he did, he would try to do it again, once and for all, but he didn't know.
"That's why the secret-keeper things did not work. I could see you even if you were protected with the Fidelius charm. And I knew where you were..."
Voldemort found his last words for this speech.
"The only way for you to live is to join me. Even if you try to remove your blood from myself you won't do anything."
Harry will never join Voldemort. He was fighting for the light side - and after all goods that he did for it, he will never join the dark side. Through his mind passed an image of himself fighting Dumbledore. No, he won't accept it...
"Then, Harry; I am sorry. I will perform a permanent draining on you... You will never have any magic powers... I won't kill you because the connection will disappear... Say good-bye to your powers now."
Voldemort took his wand and pointed it to Harry. He did not say anything.
Small white bubbles appeared in the air, all of them were attracted by Voldemort's wand. The wand turned black and created a dark blue sphere which looked like made of dust. The white bubbles were inside his wand, and they all shot towards Harry.
Before any of them hit him, he took his wand and said "Matremonius!"
From his wand shot a blue lightning spell - it hit all the bubbles in a row. Voldemort's spell was stopped. Harry knew that deflector spell from a book he read in the summer.
"Avada Kedavra!" said Harry, wand pointed at Voldemort. He was sure he will do it - the deflector spell was as advanced as the avada kedavra.
The green jet of light hit Voldemort. The next moment, he was lying on the ground, apparently dead.
Then Harry's vision darkened. He felt as if he had no powers. That was not a result of the connection. The Avada Kedavra did not work well... A small green smoke was around Harry. He was killed by his own spell.
Harry woke up. Before trying to look around, he thought he was in the hospital wing. But how could it? He could feel a slight wind, and that meant he was outside.
He finally opened his eyes. He looked around, and he saw he was not in the hospital wing. He was in a large garden. He was nowhere around Hogwarts, because there were no mountains. He knew where he was. Near him was a large old house - it was the Riddle House.
He was alone. His scar did not hurt anymore. But the skin hurt - the dragon's flames burned him.
After he stood up, he wanted to go somewhere - but where could he go; there was a muggle village and the only wizards that could be here were Voldemort or his Death Eaters. Harry did not know how to apparate. He was hopeless once again, equipped only with his wand, which he pulled out of his robes.
He started walking towards the street, which wasn't far from where he stood. The village was very small - only about twenty large houses, with huge gardens. There were no people on the street. He was alone. Voldemort could come at anytime.
Harry had nothing to do, just to wait for Voldemort to catch him.
But he hasn't stayed for long. Someone apparated near him. It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Finally, I've got you... My Lord will be pleased", he said.
Harry was now alone with Malfoy. He had beaten Malfoy once, why couldn't he do it again? Both of them had their wands pulled out. Harry was this time ready for the duel - except that the pain in his skin could stop him from concentrating. He pointed his wand at Malfoy.
"Brave Harry Potter, you will never beat me! How can you beat one of the most faithful -"
"Faithful or not, you still do not have any protection from your stupid master!" said Harry bravely.
"No protection? We shall see, we shall see... Crucio!"
But Harry did not need to think. He performed his own cruciatus curse. The two spells hit each other, followed by a loud bang. The two spells hit and tried to affect each other.
Harry knew the spells Malfoy wasn't prepared to deffend against... The mage spells. And Harry started saying, even if he didn't want to: "Adu fortza fulgerului! Distruge tot ce vezi!". He raised his hand, pointed his wand at the sky...
His words were followed by a loud thunder that hit Malfoy, and after that the whole sky turned white. More thunders fell in distance, and each one reflected and hit Malfoy. The thunders kept hitting him, until Harry lowered his hand.
The sky turned a light blue as before. Malfoy was lying on the road. He seemed unconscious. Harry moved to him and took his wand. He broke it into two pieces. Malfoy was now defeated.
There was a small pop and Harry heard the cold voice of Voldemort.
"So... This is what little Harry Potter is capable of..."
Harry turned to him. All he needed was to talk to Erised - but that was now impossible.
"Really, the thunder storm rarely hits only one target. This should have destroyed all what you see here... including yourself. But, no. You are stronger than that. You are able to concentrate all the power of a spell in a single target. I congratulate you for this. And I know everything now. It took me a whole lot of time to find out about the magi. And I found out of them only yesterday... I used their powers without knowing what they are! I thought those were normal wizard spells, which required a lot of magic from the caster. But this wasn't true..."
He paused a bit. Harry looked at him. His cold voice was very loud this time. Voldemort was calm now. Harry could see the happiness in his eyes...
"I found out just yesterday that I was making mago-wizard spells. I found out just yesterday that there existed magi. Good luck that the only two persons whose blood is in me were both magi... Especially one who is a mago-wizard."
Voldemort looked as he wanted to kill Harry as soon as possible. And maybe this was what he wanted, but he wanted to know the power of his enemy. Of his murderer.
"You two should have noticed that all your chances against me are lost. Every time I perform a mago-wizard spell I use your power instead of mine... At any spell you are both drained. And I can drain your powers at anytime I want. I have full control of them. So, a duel will be made for nothing... Because we know who will win."
Voldemort paused again. He looked very pleased with his work. Harry had to think of something...fast.
"There is only one thing I should ask you... How did you manage to drain some of MY powers when you used that thunderstorm?"
Harry looked confused and surprised. He didn't know that Voldemort was a little drained after he used his thunderstorm.
"It is very easy to understand how do I did it... How I had stolen your blood. Do you remember what way I was restored to power by my faithful servant, Wormtail?"
Harry knew. Wormtail took a bit of Wormtail's flesh, Voldemort's father's bone, and Harry's blood... That was how Voldemort took control of his mage powers.
"Well, I think you do know. With Erised it was easier. Fifteen years ago... One year before my stupid downfall... I felt a very strong magic near one person... And I knew that. I knew that having his blood will establish a permanent connection between us... I thought he was a muggle at first - he didn't know any spells. He didn't know any wizard spell. But, I still felt his magic. I thought he was simply a wizard who wasn't taken at a school. I almost killed him and I took some of his blood... I knew that if I killed him I could not have any of his powers. So I leaved him barely alive... And with your magic, I thought that was your father's. He was one of the strongest wizards ever - except Dumbledore and myself. But he was not a mage at all. Not that I know of."
Harry now felt as if he had no chance. Really, Voldemort was very powerful, and Harry couldn't do anything... He didn't know how did he drain Voldemort. If he did, he would try to do it again, once and for all, but he didn't know.
"That's why the secret-keeper things did not work. I could see you even if you were protected with the Fidelius charm. And I knew where you were..."
Voldemort found his last words for this speech.
"The only way for you to live is to join me. Even if you try to remove your blood from myself you won't do anything."
Harry will never join Voldemort. He was fighting for the light side - and after all goods that he did for it, he will never join the dark side. Through his mind passed an image of himself fighting Dumbledore. No, he won't accept it...
"Then, Harry; I am sorry. I will perform a permanent draining on you... You will never have any magic powers... I won't kill you because the connection will disappear... Say good-bye to your powers now."
Voldemort took his wand and pointed it to Harry. He did not say anything.
Small white bubbles appeared in the air, all of them were attracted by Voldemort's wand. The wand turned black and created a dark blue sphere which looked like made of dust. The white bubbles were inside his wand, and they all shot towards Harry.
Before any of them hit him, he took his wand and said "Matremonius!"
From his wand shot a blue lightning spell - it hit all the bubbles in a row. Voldemort's spell was stopped. Harry knew that deflector spell from a book he read in the summer.
"Avada Kedavra!" said Harry, wand pointed at Voldemort. He was sure he will do it - the deflector spell was as advanced as the avada kedavra.
The green jet of light hit Voldemort. The next moment, he was lying on the ground, apparently dead.
Then Harry's vision darkened. He felt as if he had no powers. That was not a result of the connection. The Avada Kedavra did not work well... A small green smoke was around Harry. He was killed by his own spell.