Chapter Five.
"You should be king, and I should be dead."
- Mindless Self Indulgence
Harry was face to face with him. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named had returned.
Tom Marvolo Riddle had returned, and brought with him Salazar Slytherin's
creation- the Basilisk. Harry did a double take.
But I thought.. I destoyed Voldemort AND the basilisk when I was in the Chamber of Secrets! He couldn't have brought it back to life, and Salazar was long dead, he couldn't have made a new one, could he?
"My, my! The Boy Who Lived. Pleasure seeing you, alive.", Tom Riddle said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"What do you want?", asked Harry.
"I want what I wanted before, only magnified. I want you dead, Potter, and this time, my basilisk is undefeatable.", he said confidently. "You see, Potter, that night you thought you killed me in the Chamber, was a hoax. That wasn't my real diary, merely bewitched to act as so." Harry felt sharp pang where his scar was. "So you failed, Potter. And this time, you won't escape so lucky!" Voldemort withdrew his wand, the wand that held the same phoenix feathers as Harry's, and raised it high in the air. He brought it down with a tremendous whoosh and yelled out; "Nox!" The lights in the Great Hall were extinguished. "Don't forget, Potter, a single glance into the basilisk's eyes means instant death." Voldemort cackeled, and Harry heard the door to the Great Hall open. Expecting the basilisk, he closed his eyes, and began to feel along the table tops and benches.
I doubt I'll have Vox's help this time.
Harry heard the door slam shut, and it sounded like something was being pushed across the room.
"Aahh." Voldemort said, sounding satisfyed. "The Mirror of Erised. Care to take a look, Potter? I think I can see your father and mother! Hiding and trying to protect you before I killed them!" Harry's eyes shot open. He saw the basilisk, facing Voldemort. He saw the mirror, and he could also see his reflection in it, which meant Voldemort could, too.
Shit!
You-Know-Who turned around in a flash, eyes darting around the room, searching for The Boy That Lived. Harry was crouched under a bench, though, and couldn't been seen by Voldemort. He crawled along the floor, under the tables. He couldn't see very well, and was about to use the Lumos spell, but realized it wasn't worth the risk. The dark was coming to his aid, hiding him in it's masses, and Harry didn't even realize it.
"Pot-ter!" Voldemort teased. "Come out, come out whereever you are! It won't hurt when I use aveda kedavra on you!" More motivation for Harry, to get himself out of there.
You think that now, Voldemort but when I-
The Great Hall's doors flung open.
*** The room was draped in darkness. Draco couldn't see anything.
"Lumos." A tiny light appeared on the end of his wand. The room's brightness increased slightly, showing Draco only what needed to be seen: Voldemort; he had seen Draco and raised his wand when Draco threw him off.
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort's wand was thrown from his hand. Malfoy recited another spell.
"Locomotor mortis!" Voldemort's legs were stuck to the ground; he couldn't reach his wand. "Harry?" Draco called out.
Should I answer, and risk it? It's Draco, I have to!
Harry rose from where he was hiding, under the Ravenclaw table.
"Draco! Run! Get out of here!"
"Harry!" They rushed over to each other. "What's going on? One minute we were in the library and the next-"
"Densaugeo!" Voldemort grew to be the height of the ceiling. "You little shit! Harry Potter, consider you little friend a corpse!" Draco and Harry exchanged a quick glance. "Aveda kedevra!" Draco let out a yelp, but managed to dodge the spell. Voldemort was using the Dark Arts, a subject Draco studied well. "Crucio!", Draco sent back to Voldemort, but his spell missed as well. Voldemort then said something in Parseltongue to the basilisk. Harry turned pale. "Harry?" "Draco.. It's coming. The basilisk. Do not look it in the eye, get out of here Draco, please, I don't want you to get hurt, Draco! RUN!", Harry commanded. The basilisk turned to Harry and Draco. Both boys clamped their eyes shut, and grabbed hands. Harry was leading Draco to the door to let him out, when the basilisk shot over and blocked the door. "Don't try to escape, Potter." Voldemort warned. Harry and Draco moved away from the giant snake. Wingardium leviosa? No... Petrificus totalus? Won't work.. I've got it! Harry took his wand out of his robe. He had to open his eyes, but there was a problem. He didn't know where the basilisk was. Harry thought hard. "Nox!" The lights shut out. Harry squinted his eyes open just enough to see the basilisk facing in the opposite direction. He stood up, still gripping Draco's hand, and aimed his wand at the basilisk. He took a deep breath. He knew what was about to happen, but he had to do it. For Draco. He bent over and kissed Draco, with his eyes still pressed shut, on the forehead.
"Expecto-" The basilisk turned around, as soon as it heard Harry's voice. Quick as anything, Harry fell to the floor.
He had looked into the basilisk's eyes. *** Draco caught Harry, not quite sure what had happened. He lay motionless in Draco's arms.
"Harry?" Draco said softly. No response from Harry issued a blast of panic within Malfoy. He shook Harry gently, trying to get a response of any kind from him, and with no such luck, Malfoy layed Harry on the bench. Harry lay on his back on the Hufflepuff bench, eyes open, stiff and fists clenched. Draco's heart fell to somewhere around his navel and he collapsed to his knees next to Harry's lifeless corpse.
"No." Draco muttered. "Not Harry Potter." Draco spoke slightly above a whisper. Not because he was scared of the basilisk hearing him, but because that's as loud as he could. Draco was choking back tears.
Harry. Just today he said we could be together. We didn't even have a day together! Not one fucking day and I hate you Voldemort!
Draco's hot tears poured down his face as he withdrew his wand from his robes.
"Haven't you learned your lesson, friend of Potter's?" Voldemort sneered. He aimed his wand at Draco.
"Fuck you."
"Looking for a challenge, are you? So be it, who are you anyway?", Voldemort asked.
Draco paused. He remembered about how his father was a death eater, how he practically believed in Voldemort like christians believe in god. He didn't care.
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
Voldemort was taken back a little.
"Ah, I know your father, Lucius. He has great faith that you would be the one to destroy Harry Potter. How disappointed he'll be in you when I tell him that I, Voldemort, have done the impossible."
"I'm sure he lost his faith in you a long time ago. You couldn't kill Harry then, could you?"
"Shut up, Malfoy, he's dead now isn't he?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. He raised his wand and aimed at You-Know-Who.
"For now."
Voldemort aimed at Malfoy, and at the same time, "Aveda Kedevra!" A red beam came out of Malfoy's wand, and a green one from Voldemort's. Draco struggled to keep his wand in his hands. Voldemort's beam was overpowering Draco's. In a minute, the green beam would hit Draco, and he'd be dead. But Draco wasn't about to give up. He had to beat this son of a bitch. If not for himself, then for Harry, who had saved him.
"Funny," Voldemort said. "You're fighting for a Gryffindor."
"He wasn't- just- a Gryffindor," Draco choked out between deep breaths. "I loved him." Draco's red beam was growing stronger. So strong he could hold his wand in one hand. Voldemort was growing panicky. He gripped his wand with both hands, and sent a shock to Malfoy. He ducked out of the way, rolling on the floor, away from You-Know-Who. He closed his eyes.
I can do this.
He opened his eyes, and stood up. He looked in his right hand and found his wand, he looked in his left hand, and expecting a clenched fist found something extraordinary- The Sword of Gryffindor! Draco jumped on the table, and waved his wand.
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort lost his wand again. He jumped over the Slytherin table, ran around the Ravenclaw table and finally stood on the Gryffindor table, where Voldemort was.
Draco ran up to Voldemort and plunged the sword into his stomach. Voldemort recoiled in pain, and as Draco withdrew the sword, beams of light escaped from You-Know-Who's wounds.
"No!! It can't be!"
Draco raised his wand, and stared at it. He looked at Voldemort, and back at his hand and saw another. Harry. Harry's hand, holding his. Draco looked to his right, and there was Harry, rather his spirit, holding Draco's hand, ready to deliver the final blow to Voldemort. Still looking at Harry, he saw him grin and nod his head in the direction of Voldemort. Draco nodded back.
Voldemort screamed.
"Aveda Kedevra!"
"Nooooooooooo!!"
Voldemort was gone. Draco had defeated him with the help of his friend Harry. Draco turned to his right, and Harry was gone, too. Draco felt his heart sink, once more, until he heard clapping. Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, waiting to congratulate Draco. He followed Dumbledore to his office, feeling no need for congratulations. He had lost Harry Potter. He had lost everything.
But I thought.. I destoyed Voldemort AND the basilisk when I was in the Chamber of Secrets! He couldn't have brought it back to life, and Salazar was long dead, he couldn't have made a new one, could he?
"My, my! The Boy Who Lived. Pleasure seeing you, alive.", Tom Riddle said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"What do you want?", asked Harry.
"I want what I wanted before, only magnified. I want you dead, Potter, and this time, my basilisk is undefeatable.", he said confidently. "You see, Potter, that night you thought you killed me in the Chamber, was a hoax. That wasn't my real diary, merely bewitched to act as so." Harry felt sharp pang where his scar was. "So you failed, Potter. And this time, you won't escape so lucky!" Voldemort withdrew his wand, the wand that held the same phoenix feathers as Harry's, and raised it high in the air. He brought it down with a tremendous whoosh and yelled out; "Nox!" The lights in the Great Hall were extinguished. "Don't forget, Potter, a single glance into the basilisk's eyes means instant death." Voldemort cackeled, and Harry heard the door to the Great Hall open. Expecting the basilisk, he closed his eyes, and began to feel along the table tops and benches.
I doubt I'll have Vox's help this time.
Harry heard the door slam shut, and it sounded like something was being pushed across the room.
"Aahh." Voldemort said, sounding satisfyed. "The Mirror of Erised. Care to take a look, Potter? I think I can see your father and mother! Hiding and trying to protect you before I killed them!" Harry's eyes shot open. He saw the basilisk, facing Voldemort. He saw the mirror, and he could also see his reflection in it, which meant Voldemort could, too.
Shit!
You-Know-Who turned around in a flash, eyes darting around the room, searching for The Boy That Lived. Harry was crouched under a bench, though, and couldn't been seen by Voldemort. He crawled along the floor, under the tables. He couldn't see very well, and was about to use the Lumos spell, but realized it wasn't worth the risk. The dark was coming to his aid, hiding him in it's masses, and Harry didn't even realize it.
"Pot-ter!" Voldemort teased. "Come out, come out whereever you are! It won't hurt when I use aveda kedavra on you!" More motivation for Harry, to get himself out of there.
You think that now, Voldemort but when I-
The Great Hall's doors flung open.
*** The room was draped in darkness. Draco couldn't see anything.
"Lumos." A tiny light appeared on the end of his wand. The room's brightness increased slightly, showing Draco only what needed to be seen: Voldemort; he had seen Draco and raised his wand when Draco threw him off.
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort's wand was thrown from his hand. Malfoy recited another spell.
"Locomotor mortis!" Voldemort's legs were stuck to the ground; he couldn't reach his wand. "Harry?" Draco called out.
Should I answer, and risk it? It's Draco, I have to!
Harry rose from where he was hiding, under the Ravenclaw table.
"Draco! Run! Get out of here!"
"Harry!" They rushed over to each other. "What's going on? One minute we were in the library and the next-"
"Densaugeo!" Voldemort grew to be the height of the ceiling. "You little shit! Harry Potter, consider you little friend a corpse!" Draco and Harry exchanged a quick glance. "Aveda kedevra!" Draco let out a yelp, but managed to dodge the spell. Voldemort was using the Dark Arts, a subject Draco studied well. "Crucio!", Draco sent back to Voldemort, but his spell missed as well. Voldemort then said something in Parseltongue to the basilisk. Harry turned pale. "Harry?" "Draco.. It's coming. The basilisk. Do not look it in the eye, get out of here Draco, please, I don't want you to get hurt, Draco! RUN!", Harry commanded. The basilisk turned to Harry and Draco. Both boys clamped their eyes shut, and grabbed hands. Harry was leading Draco to the door to let him out, when the basilisk shot over and blocked the door. "Don't try to escape, Potter." Voldemort warned. Harry and Draco moved away from the giant snake. Wingardium leviosa? No... Petrificus totalus? Won't work.. I've got it! Harry took his wand out of his robe. He had to open his eyes, but there was a problem. He didn't know where the basilisk was. Harry thought hard. "Nox!" The lights shut out. Harry squinted his eyes open just enough to see the basilisk facing in the opposite direction. He stood up, still gripping Draco's hand, and aimed his wand at the basilisk. He took a deep breath. He knew what was about to happen, but he had to do it. For Draco. He bent over and kissed Draco, with his eyes still pressed shut, on the forehead.
"Expecto-" The basilisk turned around, as soon as it heard Harry's voice. Quick as anything, Harry fell to the floor.
He had looked into the basilisk's eyes. *** Draco caught Harry, not quite sure what had happened. He lay motionless in Draco's arms.
"Harry?" Draco said softly. No response from Harry issued a blast of panic within Malfoy. He shook Harry gently, trying to get a response of any kind from him, and with no such luck, Malfoy layed Harry on the bench. Harry lay on his back on the Hufflepuff bench, eyes open, stiff and fists clenched. Draco's heart fell to somewhere around his navel and he collapsed to his knees next to Harry's lifeless corpse.
"No." Draco muttered. "Not Harry Potter." Draco spoke slightly above a whisper. Not because he was scared of the basilisk hearing him, but because that's as loud as he could. Draco was choking back tears.
Harry. Just today he said we could be together. We didn't even have a day together! Not one fucking day and I hate you Voldemort!
Draco's hot tears poured down his face as he withdrew his wand from his robes.
"Haven't you learned your lesson, friend of Potter's?" Voldemort sneered. He aimed his wand at Draco.
"Fuck you."
"Looking for a challenge, are you? So be it, who are you anyway?", Voldemort asked.
Draco paused. He remembered about how his father was a death eater, how he practically believed in Voldemort like christians believe in god. He didn't care.
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
Voldemort was taken back a little.
"Ah, I know your father, Lucius. He has great faith that you would be the one to destroy Harry Potter. How disappointed he'll be in you when I tell him that I, Voldemort, have done the impossible."
"I'm sure he lost his faith in you a long time ago. You couldn't kill Harry then, could you?"
"Shut up, Malfoy, he's dead now isn't he?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. He raised his wand and aimed at You-Know-Who.
"For now."
Voldemort aimed at Malfoy, and at the same time, "Aveda Kedevra!" A red beam came out of Malfoy's wand, and a green one from Voldemort's. Draco struggled to keep his wand in his hands. Voldemort's beam was overpowering Draco's. In a minute, the green beam would hit Draco, and he'd be dead. But Draco wasn't about to give up. He had to beat this son of a bitch. If not for himself, then for Harry, who had saved him.
"Funny," Voldemort said. "You're fighting for a Gryffindor."
"He wasn't- just- a Gryffindor," Draco choked out between deep breaths. "I loved him." Draco's red beam was growing stronger. So strong he could hold his wand in one hand. Voldemort was growing panicky. He gripped his wand with both hands, and sent a shock to Malfoy. He ducked out of the way, rolling on the floor, away from You-Know-Who. He closed his eyes.
I can do this.
He opened his eyes, and stood up. He looked in his right hand and found his wand, he looked in his left hand, and expecting a clenched fist found something extraordinary- The Sword of Gryffindor! Draco jumped on the table, and waved his wand.
"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort lost his wand again. He jumped over the Slytherin table, ran around the Ravenclaw table and finally stood on the Gryffindor table, where Voldemort was.
Draco ran up to Voldemort and plunged the sword into his stomach. Voldemort recoiled in pain, and as Draco withdrew the sword, beams of light escaped from You-Know-Who's wounds.
"No!! It can't be!"
Draco raised his wand, and stared at it. He looked at Voldemort, and back at his hand and saw another. Harry. Harry's hand, holding his. Draco looked to his right, and there was Harry, rather his spirit, holding Draco's hand, ready to deliver the final blow to Voldemort. Still looking at Harry, he saw him grin and nod his head in the direction of Voldemort. Draco nodded back.
Voldemort screamed.
"Aveda Kedevra!"
"Nooooooooooo!!"
Voldemort was gone. Draco had defeated him with the help of his friend Harry. Draco turned to his right, and Harry was gone, too. Draco felt his heart sink, once more, until he heard clapping. Dumbledore was standing in the doorway, waiting to congratulate Draco. He followed Dumbledore to his office, feeling no need for congratulations. He had lost Harry Potter. He had lost everything.