A/N: Well then, this is the second attempt at this chapter of this story.
This, Chapter 11 is possibly the most important chapter because it's the
'final frontier' the face off between Harry and Voldemort. This is what the
whole story leads up to so I want it to be good. I read back my first
attempt and found that most of it was indeed crap. Some of it I might try
to use in this because some of it was good.
I don't want to make a mess of this, I want this chapter at least to be
good, be brutally honest when it comes to reviewing, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Jordan, Reanne and the fluffballs are mine. Anything else you don't recognise is probably mine too. I thank J.K Rowling for the idea of this, the characters, settings and all and apologise for making possibly, a big cock-up of it.
CHAPTER 11
"It doesn't make sense." Said Dumbledore, twiddling the end of his beard. McGonagall had just told him of the notes posted on the message boards of each house from Voldemort. "What Albus?" she asked. "The notes. It's certainly not his style is it? He's more into seeing the look of stricken terror and surprise on his innocent victims. Not playing games with them like some ridiculous muggle serial killer." He was deep into thought but it was true what he said.
But of course they didn't know Voldemort wasn't alone, they didn't know he had a son and an heir. He was the one with the sense of humour playing the game.
Severus Snape walked in to Dumbledore's office looking scared and angry at the same time. His hands were shaking, a rare sight. He handed a crumpled piece of paper to Dumbledore.
It read, You Slytherins are safe, You Slytherins are worthy, There is one however His evil is dirty The one that does not to deserve To stay alive Severus Snape your time as arrived
"Oh dear Severus. He's been watching you? He's been watching the school." he didn't sound sorry for Snape at all, he just let the note flutter to the floor and began to pace again in thought. Snape and McGonagall pranced out of the room, as talking to Dumbledore seemed difficult at the moment.
Harry quietly picked the note up. If Dumbledore noticed he didn't care because he didn't make any reaction to it. Harry and his friends (and Sirius) read the note together. Ron let out a sarcastic laugh; "This is just great! Malfoy's got to be loving it."
"I know what you mean Ron, those Slytherins. Evil enough to survive? If Voldemort said that to me, I'd rather die!" Hermione commented bitterly.
Someone coughed. They looked up to see McGonagall; she had crept up on them without them even noticing, Harry and Rose were thinking that they must keep their guard up. The professor looked sad. She was holding something wrapped in a towel. "Miss Granger. You must've heard me say that belongings had been destroyed in the dormitories? Well something of yours has been destroyed too. I'm dreadfully sorry."
Hermione looked puzzled, she obviously didn't know what could've been destroyed, she took the bundle from McGonagall. It was soft and plump, she slowly removed the towel. She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth; her cat lay there. Crookshanks was covered in blood from head to toe and had been brutally torn apart, the cat's eyes were open hinting it may have been alive when brutally destroyed. "Crookshanks, oh my poor baby!" she cried. Even Ron looked horrified at the sight although he held hate for that cat.
"The Owelry was hit too, it was horrible. A massacre of dead birds everywhere." she spoke in a hush and distant tone. This was the first time they had seen the teacher disturbed. She turned to look at Harry, "Funnily enough Mr.Potter, your owl wasn't among them."
Rose met Harry's gaze with a questioning look. Harry shrugged his shoulders, this was freaky, this was sick. It was different and worse than anything he had ever faced before.
~*~
Voldemort walced back in to his 'home'. "Tell me Jordan, what exactly did you do at the castle?"
"I left the notes on the message boards like you said with the special message for that Snape guy. They were all signed from you. I destroyed stuff in the dormitories, prized possessions and covered them in blood from the animals I slayed." Jordan looked proud of himself.
Reanne's mouth was open with horror, disgust and shock. "Is he really proud? Why did he do that? Why do I believe Jordan's not pure evil?" she thought. There were heaps of questions whirring about her head as her brain searched for answers that she just could not find.
Voldemort smiled maliciously, "Well done my boy. You have learnt well, you will triumph as my heir."
Reanne couldn't help but see Jordan wince at the thought of being a copy of his father, being the same evil monster. "I'm right." She thought, "I have to make Jordan realise before it's too late."
~*~
"We're going to die like them!" Ginny suddenly jumped to her feet. Her face was red and tear stained. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear.
"Die like who?" Ron asked grabbing his sister's hand and trying to pull her into her chair. Trying being the operative word, he wasn't succeeding.
"Those animals! The owls, Crookshanks!" Ginny pulled her hand away, "We're going to die, we're going to DIE!" Ginny raced out of the room.
"Ginny! Stupid girl, seeya later!" Ron called, sprinting after his sister.
"Poor Ginny. Voldemort is so going to pay for this!" Rose said, her fists clenched, her knuckles turning white.
Hermione wasn't saying anything; her mouth was opening and shutting as if gasping for air like a fish. Her hands were shaking insanely holding the corpse of the cat. "Help." She mumbled.
Harry screwed up his face when he took the cat away, how she had sat there and held it he didn't know. It was nearly unrecognisable. He rushed to re- wrap the towel and placed it delicately on the floor - out of sight.
"Rotten good for nothing piece of." Sirius drifted off as he looked up to see the children awaiting the 'rude word'. He slammed his fist on the table, crushing a bug. "That's what I want to do to him."
"But you can't, we have to. Me and Rose, you saw the note, two days to go."
Harry rose to his feet. "We're not prepared." He said to Rose before going off to Dumbledore's office to talk to him. "Sir?" Dumbledore was sitting at his desk leaning over a piece of parchment and hurriedly scribbling notes on it. "Yes McGonagall?" "Erm, it's Harry actually. I was just thinking, Rose and I want to fight Voldemort for obvious personal reasons.no one is pressurising us but we want to a bit of training. I don't know, some sort of combat training. On the past few years I have been acting on pure luck and I have a feeling it may have finally run out."
Dumbledore looked closely at Harry's face. He was studying it as if to find out if he were telling the truth. "Very well my boy. Training it is for you and Rose but I have a feeling that your luck has far from run out. Give me five minutes to sort out this chaos that is my school and then we can sort out that training for you."
Harry was amazed. Dumbledore's voice never changed tone, he never looked shocked or disturbed. Had he seen it all before? Impossible. Sometimes this wonderful fact about his headmaster really freaked him out especially at a time when you don't know who is your friend and who is your enemy.
~*~
Reanne was making some food for the journey. None for her of course, all for Jordan and Voldemort. She wasn't crying anymore, she was sick of crying. She still didn't know what to do about Jordan, he didn't want this. She knew it but how could she stop it? She stared out the window as she wrapped up sandwiches and she saw a snowy white owl flutter to the ground. Her heart skipped a beat. An owl, her first sign of hope.
She had seen this owl before, she was sure of it. She searched her mind frantically and then it hit her. Harry Potter. That was his owl, it had been sitting on his shoulder in a newspaper article she had read.
She opened the window and the owl swooped in silently as if knowing that this was so important and so dangerous.
"Hi there! You're Harry's owl aren't you? I'm so glad to see you." She said softly, stroking it. Her eyes darted around looking for parchment; a scrap of crumpled parchment lay on the table with a quill.
She picked up the quill; there was little ink on it. She had to make it short and sweet, so to speak:
Harry (or whoever gets this), My name is Reanne Rodrieguez. I have been captured by Voldemort to assist him in his plot to kill Harry and Rose Potter. He's coming to Hogwarts in two days and once he's finished there he's going to kill me, please help me. I have been helping him against my will, I'm sure you know what I mean. Just please, help me. Reanne
She folded the parchment in half, wrote "Urgent" on it and handed it to the owl. "Hurry." She said to it and it flew out of the window and tore through the sky, she watched it until it was out of sight. She then remembered something, she had forgotten to say about Jordan.
Jordan sat in "his room" a bare room with a tattered bed and a mirror above the broken desk. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, his arms resting on his knees.
What he'd give for a normal life as a normal teenager. His father was the most hated villainous, malicious human being in the entire world. His mother was the only good thing in his life and she had been killed all those years ago.
He didn't want to kill, he didn't want to be the "villain" the "bad guy" and he certainly didn't want to be his father. He looked into the mirror, every day he seemed to look more like him. The goodness of his mother disappearing and the evilness of his father taking over.
If only he had the courage to stand up to him, but he knew what he could do. He knew his father; Voldemort would kill his own son if he wanted to. His own flesh and blood. Jordan was faced with a choice, to live as Voldemort or die as Voldemort's victim.
For fifteen years he had been pretending to agree with everything his father said when really he was terrified of him and hated him. He hated him and was terrified of him just as much as Reanne who had been brutally pulled into this, Jordan felt he was too in a way. He never asked to be born into this.
He felt sick looking at himself as he did at his father and even at Reanne. He couldn't kill her but if he didn't Voldemort would and in more pain than he'd ever kill her in. Jordan used to want to watch the chaos and devastation his father caused. There was something of a curiosity inside his mind as every boy looks up to his father.
Over the past few weeks it had just become too real. He had seen the devastation caused in Reanne. Everyday she had to suffer through the remarks and torture and for what? To eventually die anyway?
In two days everyone would know his name. Either as the "next Voldemort" or as the "suffering heir." Jordan was stuck with no way out.
~*~
The air was filled with ecstasy in the great hall. The hustle and bustle and the voices of the hundreds of pupils were over bearing. The mood was strange, by now they all knew that a blood bath was plotted and that they were the destined victims.
It was strange because through the panic and the frustration there was always that bit of excitement, the adrenaline rush.
Hermione, Ron and Ginny were now in the great hall as well but without Harry and Rose. "This isn't right Hermione, we've always been there." Ron was still angry about his sister being upset, Hermione being upset, and of course Malfoy having his "life line" through Voldemort.
"I know Ron." Hermione was scared to the bone. She was purely terrified. For once she wished it was blind terror, the same some of the students were facing but she had read each and every bit of information she could get her hands on about the "dark ages" of Voldemort. She wasn't ready to die yet; she wasn't ready to lose Harry or Ron.
With Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape Harry and Rose had been going through a vigorous training session. They were learning so many new spells Harry couldn't keep them straight and ended up mixing half a spell with another.
Of course they were teaching Harry and Rose everything they could apart from the "Unforgivable Curses" but did they think Voldemort would play fair? Of course not. That's all Harry was thinking off.
Rose wasn't scared. She was anxious of course but she was so angry with Voldemort all she wanted to do was scream curse after curse at him and let her rage shoot out through her wand. She wanted him to suffer the way her parents had, the way Harry's parents had, the way all those innocent people had, the way Harry had and the way she had.
A sharp rapping on the window made all five of them jump and they all spun around with their wands ready. They saw an owl at the window.
"Hedwig!" Harry opened the window and then closed it after her. She rubbed her head against his neck; thank god she hadn't suffered what Crookshanks had.
She dropped the folded piece of paper marked "Urgent" on his lap and he slowly unfolded it and read it.
There was now someone else involved, her name was Reanne. Another innocent victim, but she was helping the enemy.
Rose read it and then passed it to Dumbledore. Rose added another person to her sympathy vote and added another point to her rage counter.
"Reanne Rodrieguez! The missing fourteen year old. I should have thought about it, she went missing a while ago and hasn't been seen since. You have a smart owl Harry, a very smart owl. We have to save this girl Harry and Rose. Reanne must not die." Dumbledore said.
Back in the Great Hall a crowd had gathered around Ron and Malfoy who, even in the face of terrible death (in Ron's case) could still find time to fight.
"Just think Weasly. Very soon your blood could be all over this floor." Malfoy drawled.
"My blood on the floor eh?" Ron's fists were clenching tighter and he stepped closer to Malfoy who was about the same height as him.
"That's what I said." He sneered.
"I don't think so." Ron smashed his fist into Malfoy's nose, which gushed with blood, streaming all over his robes and forming a puddle on the floor.
"Now whose blood is on the floor?" Ron crossed his arms. "And I didn't need a wand to do it."
The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs cheered as the Slytherins led Malfoy away and a teacher magically cleaned the blood.
The next two days passed and the arrived at the "Bloodbath day" as it was being called now. All of the students had remained in the great hall, much to their parents' dismay. Dumbledore could only give out one reply to the parents. "Your children are safe." But for how long? He didn't know. He couldn't say anything else to the rest of the wizarding world in case Voldemort got hold of information that would help him.
Rose and Harry had spent the whole time in Dumbledore's office with Sirius and Cornelious Fudge (Minister of Magic) who had arrived on the second day.
Night had crept upon them and they knew this was it. Students were settled in sleeping bags but were too scared to go to sleep for fear they would never again wake. Teachers were constantly hushing them but they were still whispering to eachother constantly.
Up in the office Sirius and Cornelious Fudge and both dozed off and Harry and Rose were starting to droop but Dumbledore was sitting dead still, dead quiet staring, dead straight. Harry thought he might be sleeping with his eyes open but of course he wasn't.
"Look!" for the first time in the years Harry had known Dumbledore his tone had changed and he appeared shocked.
Harry and Rose looked at the wall and words written in dripping, fresh blood were appearing on the wall out of thin air. "HARRY AND ROSE. THE TIME HAS ARRIVED. THE QUICKER YOU TWO GET TO THE DUNGEON ALONE THE LESS PEOPLE WE KILL.FOR NOW." They jumped up and just as they got to the door Dumbledore said something.
"Good luck children. See you soon." He smirked. Was he putting on a brave face?
The first stop for Harry and Rose was of course the great hall. They walked in without knocking and everyone bolted upright and all the teachers' wands were pointed at them.
"Er, hi." Said Rose. The teachers glared at them and dropped their weapons.
"Ron, Hermione it's time. We're going now; I haven't got any time. I love you and you're the best friends anyone could have, see you soon!" Harry rushed still with his hand on the doorknob.
"Right back-at-ya Harry!" Ron said softly.
"Ditto." Said Hermione at loss of words, for once.
"Ginny, you've been the only best friend I've ever had and I don't intend on losing you yet so sit tight!" Rose winked.
"Rose I." she started meekly, "Kick some ass girl!"
They shut the door tight and legged it down to the dungeons.
They entered the dark and damp place. All the torches on the walls had been extinguished and there was just a strange eerie glow allowing them to see. All they could hear was the dripping echoing off the stone floor and each other's soft breathing.
Harry and Rose were back to back, their wands at the ready, the adrenaline pumping through their bodies. They heard slow footsteps on the ground and a figure emerged from the shadows wrapped in a black cloak.
Rose gasped at the horror, for Harry it was far too familiar and his experiences of the past few years came flooding back into his memory. He soon felt the all too familiar burning sensation that was his scar but he didn't care.
The scar on Rose's hand was too burning; she rarely felt this because she had only encountered Voldemort when she was a helpless little baby.
"We meet again Harry, Rose. Such good, healthy children. I'm sure your parents WOULD HAVE been very proud." He mocked.
"Shut up." Said Harry. He pointed his wand at Voldemort.
"Are you going to kill me Harry?" he laughed, "Bring her forth." He said.
Jordan gulped and his grip tightened on Reanne's shoulders who didn't make a noise. She didn't whimper, she didn't cry, she didn't scream. He put on his show face and walked out beside his father and in front of the greatest wizard alive and the girl with possibly the biggest attitude.
Resentfully he pushed Reanne on the floor, she put out her hands to land on all fours but she still didn't make any noise.
"This is Reanne Rodrieguez, my hostage. A young fourteen-year-old girl, pretty isn't she Harry? Wouldn't want me to blow her head off now would you? Especially when she was still alive."
Harry instantly fell in love with this girl; there was something about her. Did Voldemort know this? Was this fate? Destiny? But the answer to his question would quite frankly be, no, he did not want him to blow her head off.
Voldemort pointed his wand at her head but suddenly Rose appeared behind Jordan, grabbed his neck and pushed him to his knees. She had her wand at his head.
"Who is this then? A follower? Another hostage?"
Voldemort's face didn't even soften. "He's my son." This was a 100% heartless being, he didn't care whether his son died or not as long as he got what he wanted.
"EXPELLIRAMUS!" Harry yelled, disarming Voldemort. He pulled Reanne up and pushed her behind him.
Voldemort simply snatched Jordan's wand from beneath Rose's nose and boomed "Cruciatus!" Harry shielded his eyes (a lot of help that would have done him) but the spell was aimed for Reanne.
She crumpled in searing pain on the floor. She was doubled up; she couldn't take this anymore. She would have much preferred he kill her.
Harry knelt beside her and cradled her. He spun around, "Cruciatus!" Voldemort fell against the wall and moaned in agony.
"Harry that's an unforgivable curse!" yelled Rose, loosening her grip on Jordan for a moment.
"If he doesn't play fair why should I?" he yelled back. He was busy fumbling with a little pot in a purple velvet pouch. He dipped his hand into the liquid and smoothed it over the gaping wound in her stomach. "Phoenix tears, they heal" he smiled at her.
Suddenly all the pain and suffering Reanne was feeling disappeared. She didn't know whether it was the phoenix tears or looking deeply in to Harry's eyes.
Rose was watching this, still in disbelief. Jordan caught sight of his wand lying on the floor and suddenly broke free of Rose's grip and grabbed it. "Expelliramus!" he yelled, as the first thing that came to his mind. Rose's wand flew in to Jordan's hand.
"I don't think so mate!" she yelled, tackling him to the floor and punching him in the stomach. She obviously didn't need a wand to teach these "bad boys" a lesson or two.
While Harry was nursing Reanne and Rose was cursing Jordan down Voldemort picked himself up and found his wand.
He was now extremely mad, at these persistent children, his son and himself. He should've finished them at the start. He would just finish up here and then move on to the hundreds of innocent children awaiting news in the great hall.
"Avada Kedarva!" He growled the killing the curse and Harry's back. A pathetic, cowardly act.
Reanne screamed as a green light surrounded Harry and his body twitched and writhed.
He fell, motionless upon Reanne.
"HARRY!!!" shrieked Rose. Freezing with her hand inches away from Jordan's face. Jordan was horrified. He looked from Harry to his father, his father was mad. Pure evil and delighted with what he had just done!
"Dad, how could you? Kill.fourteen.HARRY POTTER!!!!!" He jumped to his feet. And took his wand, "I should've done this years ago."
He got ready to do the thing every individual in the wizarding world wanted to do, kill Voldemort once and for all.
Voldemort was too fast, but as Voldemort yelled "Cruciatius!" at his OWN SON! Rose did the same thing to Voldemort having discovered her wand on the floor.
Jordan lay on the floor, as did Voldemort.
"Reanne.is he?" she didn't dare say the word.
Reanne was crying and crying, "He's dead. I can't believe it, that monster, he killed him."
"NO!!!! HARRY, PLEASE." Rose was shrieking, she spun around and pointed her wand at Voldemort.
"AVADA KEDARVA!" she bellowed. But her wand just let out a little cloud of smoke and a "poof" noise. Her wand had stopped working! Oh the irony!
"What the.just my luck!" she shook her wand helplessly.
Voldemort got to his feet as though he didn't feel the big hole in his stomach and pointed his wand at Rose. She was vulnerable and defenceless, just like she had been when she was a baby. Just like Harry had been. "He's a coward." She thought. But she was frozen to the spot.
"One Potter down, one to go." He said.
Jordan staggered to his feet, clutching his stomach. He was gasping for air but he didn't care, "AVADA KEDARVA!" he spluttered.
The green light surrounded Voldemort and then his body lay once and for all crumpled, finished and still on the floor.
As he fell, a green light surrounded Harry's body again and rose him several feet in the air. The light became blinding for a few moments and when Rose, Jordan and Reanne opened their eyes Harry was kneeling on the floor looking just a little shook up.
Rose ran at him and knocked him to the floor, she laughed and cried in to his shirt and practically strangled him but he didn't seem to care.
"Jordan, you killed him. You saved Harry, you saved.the world!" Reanne laughed at this irony. Jordan stood there with his mouth open, totally gobsmacked.
Rose walked over to Jordan and picked up Voldemort's wand. "Great role model he was." She said.
She turned around to see Reanne and Harry "swapping spit." "Oh gross!" she stuck her tongue out.
Soon everyone found their wands and brushed off the dirt from their robes. Harry turned to Jordan, "Now what?"
"I'm sorry Reanne, for everything you had to deal with. Harry, Rose, he won't bother you anymore.and neither will I." He raised his wand to his head.
"Jordan, no!" said Reanne but it was too late. Jordan muttered the killing curse once more, for the last time and in a moment he too lay, crumpled beside his father.
"Good always beats evil." Dumbledore stood there and nodded solemnly.
Reanne was overwhelmed, in a way she had won. Voldemort was dead and she was alive but in a way she had failed, Jordan hadn't realised it wasn't his fault but as Dumbledore had said, "Good always beats evil."
A/N: Phew! I am tired now! This chapter is 10 pages long, my longest yet in this story and there is only one chapter to go to wrap things up. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I tried to make it dramatic, did I succeed? Please review and tell me what you thought of the final death of VOLDEMORT! Yippee!
Disclaimer: Jordan, Reanne and the fluffballs are mine. Anything else you don't recognise is probably mine too. I thank J.K Rowling for the idea of this, the characters, settings and all and apologise for making possibly, a big cock-up of it.
CHAPTER 11
"It doesn't make sense." Said Dumbledore, twiddling the end of his beard. McGonagall had just told him of the notes posted on the message boards of each house from Voldemort. "What Albus?" she asked. "The notes. It's certainly not his style is it? He's more into seeing the look of stricken terror and surprise on his innocent victims. Not playing games with them like some ridiculous muggle serial killer." He was deep into thought but it was true what he said.
But of course they didn't know Voldemort wasn't alone, they didn't know he had a son and an heir. He was the one with the sense of humour playing the game.
Severus Snape walked in to Dumbledore's office looking scared and angry at the same time. His hands were shaking, a rare sight. He handed a crumpled piece of paper to Dumbledore.
It read, You Slytherins are safe, You Slytherins are worthy, There is one however His evil is dirty The one that does not to deserve To stay alive Severus Snape your time as arrived
"Oh dear Severus. He's been watching you? He's been watching the school." he didn't sound sorry for Snape at all, he just let the note flutter to the floor and began to pace again in thought. Snape and McGonagall pranced out of the room, as talking to Dumbledore seemed difficult at the moment.
Harry quietly picked the note up. If Dumbledore noticed he didn't care because he didn't make any reaction to it. Harry and his friends (and Sirius) read the note together. Ron let out a sarcastic laugh; "This is just great! Malfoy's got to be loving it."
"I know what you mean Ron, those Slytherins. Evil enough to survive? If Voldemort said that to me, I'd rather die!" Hermione commented bitterly.
Someone coughed. They looked up to see McGonagall; she had crept up on them without them even noticing, Harry and Rose were thinking that they must keep their guard up. The professor looked sad. She was holding something wrapped in a towel. "Miss Granger. You must've heard me say that belongings had been destroyed in the dormitories? Well something of yours has been destroyed too. I'm dreadfully sorry."
Hermione looked puzzled, she obviously didn't know what could've been destroyed, she took the bundle from McGonagall. It was soft and plump, she slowly removed the towel. She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth; her cat lay there. Crookshanks was covered in blood from head to toe and had been brutally torn apart, the cat's eyes were open hinting it may have been alive when brutally destroyed. "Crookshanks, oh my poor baby!" she cried. Even Ron looked horrified at the sight although he held hate for that cat.
"The Owelry was hit too, it was horrible. A massacre of dead birds everywhere." she spoke in a hush and distant tone. This was the first time they had seen the teacher disturbed. She turned to look at Harry, "Funnily enough Mr.Potter, your owl wasn't among them."
Rose met Harry's gaze with a questioning look. Harry shrugged his shoulders, this was freaky, this was sick. It was different and worse than anything he had ever faced before.
~*~
Voldemort walced back in to his 'home'. "Tell me Jordan, what exactly did you do at the castle?"
"I left the notes on the message boards like you said with the special message for that Snape guy. They were all signed from you. I destroyed stuff in the dormitories, prized possessions and covered them in blood from the animals I slayed." Jordan looked proud of himself.
Reanne's mouth was open with horror, disgust and shock. "Is he really proud? Why did he do that? Why do I believe Jordan's not pure evil?" she thought. There were heaps of questions whirring about her head as her brain searched for answers that she just could not find.
Voldemort smiled maliciously, "Well done my boy. You have learnt well, you will triumph as my heir."
Reanne couldn't help but see Jordan wince at the thought of being a copy of his father, being the same evil monster. "I'm right." She thought, "I have to make Jordan realise before it's too late."
~*~
"We're going to die like them!" Ginny suddenly jumped to her feet. Her face was red and tear stained. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear.
"Die like who?" Ron asked grabbing his sister's hand and trying to pull her into her chair. Trying being the operative word, he wasn't succeeding.
"Those animals! The owls, Crookshanks!" Ginny pulled her hand away, "We're going to die, we're going to DIE!" Ginny raced out of the room.
"Ginny! Stupid girl, seeya later!" Ron called, sprinting after his sister.
"Poor Ginny. Voldemort is so going to pay for this!" Rose said, her fists clenched, her knuckles turning white.
Hermione wasn't saying anything; her mouth was opening and shutting as if gasping for air like a fish. Her hands were shaking insanely holding the corpse of the cat. "Help." She mumbled.
Harry screwed up his face when he took the cat away, how she had sat there and held it he didn't know. It was nearly unrecognisable. He rushed to re- wrap the towel and placed it delicately on the floor - out of sight.
"Rotten good for nothing piece of." Sirius drifted off as he looked up to see the children awaiting the 'rude word'. He slammed his fist on the table, crushing a bug. "That's what I want to do to him."
"But you can't, we have to. Me and Rose, you saw the note, two days to go."
Harry rose to his feet. "We're not prepared." He said to Rose before going off to Dumbledore's office to talk to him. "Sir?" Dumbledore was sitting at his desk leaning over a piece of parchment and hurriedly scribbling notes on it. "Yes McGonagall?" "Erm, it's Harry actually. I was just thinking, Rose and I want to fight Voldemort for obvious personal reasons.no one is pressurising us but we want to a bit of training. I don't know, some sort of combat training. On the past few years I have been acting on pure luck and I have a feeling it may have finally run out."
Dumbledore looked closely at Harry's face. He was studying it as if to find out if he were telling the truth. "Very well my boy. Training it is for you and Rose but I have a feeling that your luck has far from run out. Give me five minutes to sort out this chaos that is my school and then we can sort out that training for you."
Harry was amazed. Dumbledore's voice never changed tone, he never looked shocked or disturbed. Had he seen it all before? Impossible. Sometimes this wonderful fact about his headmaster really freaked him out especially at a time when you don't know who is your friend and who is your enemy.
~*~
Reanne was making some food for the journey. None for her of course, all for Jordan and Voldemort. She wasn't crying anymore, she was sick of crying. She still didn't know what to do about Jordan, he didn't want this. She knew it but how could she stop it? She stared out the window as she wrapped up sandwiches and she saw a snowy white owl flutter to the ground. Her heart skipped a beat. An owl, her first sign of hope.
She had seen this owl before, she was sure of it. She searched her mind frantically and then it hit her. Harry Potter. That was his owl, it had been sitting on his shoulder in a newspaper article she had read.
She opened the window and the owl swooped in silently as if knowing that this was so important and so dangerous.
"Hi there! You're Harry's owl aren't you? I'm so glad to see you." She said softly, stroking it. Her eyes darted around looking for parchment; a scrap of crumpled parchment lay on the table with a quill.
She picked up the quill; there was little ink on it. She had to make it short and sweet, so to speak:
Harry (or whoever gets this), My name is Reanne Rodrieguez. I have been captured by Voldemort to assist him in his plot to kill Harry and Rose Potter. He's coming to Hogwarts in two days and once he's finished there he's going to kill me, please help me. I have been helping him against my will, I'm sure you know what I mean. Just please, help me. Reanne
She folded the parchment in half, wrote "Urgent" on it and handed it to the owl. "Hurry." She said to it and it flew out of the window and tore through the sky, she watched it until it was out of sight. She then remembered something, she had forgotten to say about Jordan.
Jordan sat in "his room" a bare room with a tattered bed and a mirror above the broken desk. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, his arms resting on his knees.
What he'd give for a normal life as a normal teenager. His father was the most hated villainous, malicious human being in the entire world. His mother was the only good thing in his life and she had been killed all those years ago.
He didn't want to kill, he didn't want to be the "villain" the "bad guy" and he certainly didn't want to be his father. He looked into the mirror, every day he seemed to look more like him. The goodness of his mother disappearing and the evilness of his father taking over.
If only he had the courage to stand up to him, but he knew what he could do. He knew his father; Voldemort would kill his own son if he wanted to. His own flesh and blood. Jordan was faced with a choice, to live as Voldemort or die as Voldemort's victim.
For fifteen years he had been pretending to agree with everything his father said when really he was terrified of him and hated him. He hated him and was terrified of him just as much as Reanne who had been brutally pulled into this, Jordan felt he was too in a way. He never asked to be born into this.
He felt sick looking at himself as he did at his father and even at Reanne. He couldn't kill her but if he didn't Voldemort would and in more pain than he'd ever kill her in. Jordan used to want to watch the chaos and devastation his father caused. There was something of a curiosity inside his mind as every boy looks up to his father.
Over the past few weeks it had just become too real. He had seen the devastation caused in Reanne. Everyday she had to suffer through the remarks and torture and for what? To eventually die anyway?
In two days everyone would know his name. Either as the "next Voldemort" or as the "suffering heir." Jordan was stuck with no way out.
~*~
The air was filled with ecstasy in the great hall. The hustle and bustle and the voices of the hundreds of pupils were over bearing. The mood was strange, by now they all knew that a blood bath was plotted and that they were the destined victims.
It was strange because through the panic and the frustration there was always that bit of excitement, the adrenaline rush.
Hermione, Ron and Ginny were now in the great hall as well but without Harry and Rose. "This isn't right Hermione, we've always been there." Ron was still angry about his sister being upset, Hermione being upset, and of course Malfoy having his "life line" through Voldemort.
"I know Ron." Hermione was scared to the bone. She was purely terrified. For once she wished it was blind terror, the same some of the students were facing but she had read each and every bit of information she could get her hands on about the "dark ages" of Voldemort. She wasn't ready to die yet; she wasn't ready to lose Harry or Ron.
With Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape Harry and Rose had been going through a vigorous training session. They were learning so many new spells Harry couldn't keep them straight and ended up mixing half a spell with another.
Of course they were teaching Harry and Rose everything they could apart from the "Unforgivable Curses" but did they think Voldemort would play fair? Of course not. That's all Harry was thinking off.
Rose wasn't scared. She was anxious of course but she was so angry with Voldemort all she wanted to do was scream curse after curse at him and let her rage shoot out through her wand. She wanted him to suffer the way her parents had, the way Harry's parents had, the way all those innocent people had, the way Harry had and the way she had.
A sharp rapping on the window made all five of them jump and they all spun around with their wands ready. They saw an owl at the window.
"Hedwig!" Harry opened the window and then closed it after her. She rubbed her head against his neck; thank god she hadn't suffered what Crookshanks had.
She dropped the folded piece of paper marked "Urgent" on his lap and he slowly unfolded it and read it.
There was now someone else involved, her name was Reanne. Another innocent victim, but she was helping the enemy.
Rose read it and then passed it to Dumbledore. Rose added another person to her sympathy vote and added another point to her rage counter.
"Reanne Rodrieguez! The missing fourteen year old. I should have thought about it, she went missing a while ago and hasn't been seen since. You have a smart owl Harry, a very smart owl. We have to save this girl Harry and Rose. Reanne must not die." Dumbledore said.
Back in the Great Hall a crowd had gathered around Ron and Malfoy who, even in the face of terrible death (in Ron's case) could still find time to fight.
"Just think Weasly. Very soon your blood could be all over this floor." Malfoy drawled.
"My blood on the floor eh?" Ron's fists were clenching tighter and he stepped closer to Malfoy who was about the same height as him.
"That's what I said." He sneered.
"I don't think so." Ron smashed his fist into Malfoy's nose, which gushed with blood, streaming all over his robes and forming a puddle on the floor.
"Now whose blood is on the floor?" Ron crossed his arms. "And I didn't need a wand to do it."
The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs cheered as the Slytherins led Malfoy away and a teacher magically cleaned the blood.
The next two days passed and the arrived at the "Bloodbath day" as it was being called now. All of the students had remained in the great hall, much to their parents' dismay. Dumbledore could only give out one reply to the parents. "Your children are safe." But for how long? He didn't know. He couldn't say anything else to the rest of the wizarding world in case Voldemort got hold of information that would help him.
Rose and Harry had spent the whole time in Dumbledore's office with Sirius and Cornelious Fudge (Minister of Magic) who had arrived on the second day.
Night had crept upon them and they knew this was it. Students were settled in sleeping bags but were too scared to go to sleep for fear they would never again wake. Teachers were constantly hushing them but they were still whispering to eachother constantly.
Up in the office Sirius and Cornelious Fudge and both dozed off and Harry and Rose were starting to droop but Dumbledore was sitting dead still, dead quiet staring, dead straight. Harry thought he might be sleeping with his eyes open but of course he wasn't.
"Look!" for the first time in the years Harry had known Dumbledore his tone had changed and he appeared shocked.
Harry and Rose looked at the wall and words written in dripping, fresh blood were appearing on the wall out of thin air. "HARRY AND ROSE. THE TIME HAS ARRIVED. THE QUICKER YOU TWO GET TO THE DUNGEON ALONE THE LESS PEOPLE WE KILL.FOR NOW." They jumped up and just as they got to the door Dumbledore said something.
"Good luck children. See you soon." He smirked. Was he putting on a brave face?
The first stop for Harry and Rose was of course the great hall. They walked in without knocking and everyone bolted upright and all the teachers' wands were pointed at them.
"Er, hi." Said Rose. The teachers glared at them and dropped their weapons.
"Ron, Hermione it's time. We're going now; I haven't got any time. I love you and you're the best friends anyone could have, see you soon!" Harry rushed still with his hand on the doorknob.
"Right back-at-ya Harry!" Ron said softly.
"Ditto." Said Hermione at loss of words, for once.
"Ginny, you've been the only best friend I've ever had and I don't intend on losing you yet so sit tight!" Rose winked.
"Rose I." she started meekly, "Kick some ass girl!"
They shut the door tight and legged it down to the dungeons.
They entered the dark and damp place. All the torches on the walls had been extinguished and there was just a strange eerie glow allowing them to see. All they could hear was the dripping echoing off the stone floor and each other's soft breathing.
Harry and Rose were back to back, their wands at the ready, the adrenaline pumping through their bodies. They heard slow footsteps on the ground and a figure emerged from the shadows wrapped in a black cloak.
Rose gasped at the horror, for Harry it was far too familiar and his experiences of the past few years came flooding back into his memory. He soon felt the all too familiar burning sensation that was his scar but he didn't care.
The scar on Rose's hand was too burning; she rarely felt this because she had only encountered Voldemort when she was a helpless little baby.
"We meet again Harry, Rose. Such good, healthy children. I'm sure your parents WOULD HAVE been very proud." He mocked.
"Shut up." Said Harry. He pointed his wand at Voldemort.
"Are you going to kill me Harry?" he laughed, "Bring her forth." He said.
Jordan gulped and his grip tightened on Reanne's shoulders who didn't make a noise. She didn't whimper, she didn't cry, she didn't scream. He put on his show face and walked out beside his father and in front of the greatest wizard alive and the girl with possibly the biggest attitude.
Resentfully he pushed Reanne on the floor, she put out her hands to land on all fours but she still didn't make any noise.
"This is Reanne Rodrieguez, my hostage. A young fourteen-year-old girl, pretty isn't she Harry? Wouldn't want me to blow her head off now would you? Especially when she was still alive."
Harry instantly fell in love with this girl; there was something about her. Did Voldemort know this? Was this fate? Destiny? But the answer to his question would quite frankly be, no, he did not want him to blow her head off.
Voldemort pointed his wand at her head but suddenly Rose appeared behind Jordan, grabbed his neck and pushed him to his knees. She had her wand at his head.
"Who is this then? A follower? Another hostage?"
Voldemort's face didn't even soften. "He's my son." This was a 100% heartless being, he didn't care whether his son died or not as long as he got what he wanted.
"EXPELLIRAMUS!" Harry yelled, disarming Voldemort. He pulled Reanne up and pushed her behind him.
Voldemort simply snatched Jordan's wand from beneath Rose's nose and boomed "Cruciatus!" Harry shielded his eyes (a lot of help that would have done him) but the spell was aimed for Reanne.
She crumpled in searing pain on the floor. She was doubled up; she couldn't take this anymore. She would have much preferred he kill her.
Harry knelt beside her and cradled her. He spun around, "Cruciatus!" Voldemort fell against the wall and moaned in agony.
"Harry that's an unforgivable curse!" yelled Rose, loosening her grip on Jordan for a moment.
"If he doesn't play fair why should I?" he yelled back. He was busy fumbling with a little pot in a purple velvet pouch. He dipped his hand into the liquid and smoothed it over the gaping wound in her stomach. "Phoenix tears, they heal" he smiled at her.
Suddenly all the pain and suffering Reanne was feeling disappeared. She didn't know whether it was the phoenix tears or looking deeply in to Harry's eyes.
Rose was watching this, still in disbelief. Jordan caught sight of his wand lying on the floor and suddenly broke free of Rose's grip and grabbed it. "Expelliramus!" he yelled, as the first thing that came to his mind. Rose's wand flew in to Jordan's hand.
"I don't think so mate!" she yelled, tackling him to the floor and punching him in the stomach. She obviously didn't need a wand to teach these "bad boys" a lesson or two.
While Harry was nursing Reanne and Rose was cursing Jordan down Voldemort picked himself up and found his wand.
He was now extremely mad, at these persistent children, his son and himself. He should've finished them at the start. He would just finish up here and then move on to the hundreds of innocent children awaiting news in the great hall.
"Avada Kedarva!" He growled the killing the curse and Harry's back. A pathetic, cowardly act.
Reanne screamed as a green light surrounded Harry and his body twitched and writhed.
He fell, motionless upon Reanne.
"HARRY!!!" shrieked Rose. Freezing with her hand inches away from Jordan's face. Jordan was horrified. He looked from Harry to his father, his father was mad. Pure evil and delighted with what he had just done!
"Dad, how could you? Kill.fourteen.HARRY POTTER!!!!!" He jumped to his feet. And took his wand, "I should've done this years ago."
He got ready to do the thing every individual in the wizarding world wanted to do, kill Voldemort once and for all.
Voldemort was too fast, but as Voldemort yelled "Cruciatius!" at his OWN SON! Rose did the same thing to Voldemort having discovered her wand on the floor.
Jordan lay on the floor, as did Voldemort.
"Reanne.is he?" she didn't dare say the word.
Reanne was crying and crying, "He's dead. I can't believe it, that monster, he killed him."
"NO!!!! HARRY, PLEASE." Rose was shrieking, she spun around and pointed her wand at Voldemort.
"AVADA KEDARVA!" she bellowed. But her wand just let out a little cloud of smoke and a "poof" noise. Her wand had stopped working! Oh the irony!
"What the.just my luck!" she shook her wand helplessly.
Voldemort got to his feet as though he didn't feel the big hole in his stomach and pointed his wand at Rose. She was vulnerable and defenceless, just like she had been when she was a baby. Just like Harry had been. "He's a coward." She thought. But she was frozen to the spot.
"One Potter down, one to go." He said.
Jordan staggered to his feet, clutching his stomach. He was gasping for air but he didn't care, "AVADA KEDARVA!" he spluttered.
The green light surrounded Voldemort and then his body lay once and for all crumpled, finished and still on the floor.
As he fell, a green light surrounded Harry's body again and rose him several feet in the air. The light became blinding for a few moments and when Rose, Jordan and Reanne opened their eyes Harry was kneeling on the floor looking just a little shook up.
Rose ran at him and knocked him to the floor, she laughed and cried in to his shirt and practically strangled him but he didn't seem to care.
"Jordan, you killed him. You saved Harry, you saved.the world!" Reanne laughed at this irony. Jordan stood there with his mouth open, totally gobsmacked.
Rose walked over to Jordan and picked up Voldemort's wand. "Great role model he was." She said.
She turned around to see Reanne and Harry "swapping spit." "Oh gross!" she stuck her tongue out.
Soon everyone found their wands and brushed off the dirt from their robes. Harry turned to Jordan, "Now what?"
"I'm sorry Reanne, for everything you had to deal with. Harry, Rose, he won't bother you anymore.and neither will I." He raised his wand to his head.
"Jordan, no!" said Reanne but it was too late. Jordan muttered the killing curse once more, for the last time and in a moment he too lay, crumpled beside his father.
"Good always beats evil." Dumbledore stood there and nodded solemnly.
Reanne was overwhelmed, in a way she had won. Voldemort was dead and she was alive but in a way she had failed, Jordan hadn't realised it wasn't his fault but as Dumbledore had said, "Good always beats evil."
A/N: Phew! I am tired now! This chapter is 10 pages long, my longest yet in this story and there is only one chapter to go to wrap things up. I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I tried to make it dramatic, did I succeed? Please review and tell me what you thought of the final death of VOLDEMORT! Yippee!