Dumbldore seemed to be the only one who understood, you could tell from his expression that he knew exactly what, or who was coming. But before he could do anything there was about thirty faint popping noises and Harry, Sirius, Dumbledore and the Weaslys were surrounded by Deatheaters. Harry stumbled to his feet, he didn't want to be lying on the ground when Voldemort appeared. The screams were deafening. There was such utter confusion, people didn't knowwhat to do. Some were running but most froze on the spot. One of the deatheaters stepped onto the podium the screaming slowly stopped, he wanted to say something. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to make an introduction, not that he needs any introduction. You all thought he was dead, thought that he would never be back, but he has returned to us. Please welcome...The Dark Lord." There was such deafening screaming that, birds flew out of trees and the noise seemed to press in on your eardrums. But nobody could do anything. A tall, dark figure had just apparated into the centre of the ring of Deatheaters. Harry knew who it was straight away, he didn't need the 'introduction' or the figure to remove his hood to know that it was Voldemort under there. The pain in his scar intensified to such a pitch, he thought he would black out with the pain, but he wasn't going to let Voldemort see how much he was hurting him. He wasnt going to give him that satisfaction. Voldemort turned to face Harry and Dumbledore, and Harry saw the face that hadn't been out of his mind for the last five years. Chalk white and skull like, with livid red eyes and a lipless mouth that had formed into an evil grin. He opened his mouth to speak and the screaming got even louder and people started to runaway, "How touching; you remember me. But why are you leaving so soon? I want you all to stay and watch the events that are about to unfold." He raised his wand into the air and the peoples legs stopped, they couldn't move anywhere, but they could still scream. Though Harry, Dumbledore, Sirius and the Weasleys could all move freely. Voldmeort's voice was so cold and sarcastic it made Harry think that it must be what pure evil sounded like. "You all thought I was dead. You thought I would never return. You thought you were safe. You are fools to think that I would never return!" He was now talking into a terrified silence. "Well fools, I am back and I will never be leaving again. I am stronger than I ever was and I will be around forever. Long after you have all perished, after your children and your grandchildren have passed from this earth I will still be here. I will be here for eternity." You could tell from the way he spoke that he relished his words and the fear he was causing. He thrust his wand into the air and with a deafening bang at least fifty blacksnakes came flying out of his wand, they were huge they could easily swallow a small dog. They were advancing towards the crowd, heads raised, fangs bared. They were ready to strike. Harry watched horrified. They were going to attack the people! A split second after they appeared Harry stumbled forward and yelled, "Leave those people alone!" And a hissing escaped from his lips. The snakes stopped, looked quizzically at Harry and then at each other then slithered away through the crowd without so much as hissing at anyone. The crowd exchanged confused looks, so the newspaper wasn't lying. Famous Harry Potter, their hero, was a parseltounge. "Ah Harry how nice to see you again; so soon after our last encounter too. So I see the rumours about you are true. You are a parselmouth too, well isn't that interesting. It seems I may have inadvertently transferred some of my power to you the night I killed your parents. Ah I remember it so well," he had an almost wishful look on his face, though it was still full of malice, "I killed your father first. He was a talented wizard, I admit, even by m standards. Though he was no match for me of course. I killed him" Harry felt rage bubbling up inside of him. He was shaking with a mixture of pain and fear but most of all hatred. Voldemort was trying to provoke him. "But your mother on the other hand, she put up no fight at all, foolish muggle that she was. I killed her like a bug with a flick of my wand. It was rather boring really." He finished with a malevolent grin on his face as though he was recalling a sweet memory. The crowd merely looked on helplessly with their mouths hanging open, screaming silently. Harry was so angry, so totally enraged. He strode forward. He didn't need magic to hurt Voldemort, he would use his bare hands if it came down to it he didn't care about all of the death eaters he would get past them. But he didn't get very far, Dumbledore grabbed him by the corner of his robes, "No Harry," he whispered in is ear. Harry struggled against Dumbedore's grasp but couldn't free himself. Dumbledore was stronger than he looked. Voldemort looked as if he was enjoying watching Harry struggle. Harry yelled at him, "Its all your fault! All of it!" He was hardly aware of Sirius growling at his side, the Weaslys standing behind him and the crowd looking on as if they had been turned to stone in a moment of total terror. "Its your fault that I have no family! That people have had their lives torn to shreds!" Harry's anger took over from his fear and he felt that he could say anything, even to Voldemort. "I thank you Harry for that most gracious compliment," he replied full of venom. "YOU DON'T CARE DO YOU? You don't care that you killed all those people! You only hate muggles because your dad was a muggle and he abandoned you! I know you think I'm afraid of you but I'm not! I don't fear you! I pity you! You're pathetic!" Harry realised what he said was true just before he said it, that must be why he had killed all of those muggles. But he had lied too, he was still afraid of Voldemort he just didn't want him to know it. Voldemort's face contorted with anger, "You will fear me Harry Potter!" He raised his wand but Harry couldn't hear what he said over the screaming. The next thing he knew he felt an excruciating burning in his chest, as though he was on fire. He was on his knees gasping desperately for air. He felt his lungs burning as they crumpled, Voldemort was taking the air out of him. It lasted about a minute, or that's what it felt like to Harry. He couldnt breath. He tried desperately to pull in air but the more he tried the more air was taken out of him. He was starting to get dizzy, when quite suddenly, it stopped. He took in the deepest breath of his life. The air tasted welcomely sweet after being deprived of it for so long. Sirius was barking madly at Voldemort. Dumbledore was standing next to Harry and helped Harry stand up. Harry was still gasping for breath. Most of the crowd were screaming, hoping that they weren't next. The deatheaters still encircled Harry, and Voldemort and they were laughing. "Feeling better now Harry? Would you like me to do that again? Maybe for a bit longer this time? Or would you prefer for me to kill you now?. To end the suffering quickly?" "There will be no murders here today Voldemort." It was Dumbledore and his eyes were blazing, he looked so powerful that you could almost feel the power emenating from him. "Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter. My two greatest foes. Together. How sweet it will be to kill you both. But first I think we will get rid of the extras." He was looking directly at the Weaslys. "NOOOOOOOOOO!", screamed Harry. Voldemort was going to hurt the Weaslys! Harry started to run. He'd try and stop the spell before it reached them but he had hardly taken a few steps when Voldemort raised his wand. Ron's eyes were disbelieving, wide with a terror so immense that words can't describe. Voldemort uttered the curse and each of the Weasley's were flung backwards through the air like rag dolls. The Weaslys were flung over the surrounding deatheaters and into the crowd. They landed in a neat little row, but they looked unconsious, they had all been stunned. Harry stopped running. The crowd screamed even louder. "Ron! Ron!" Harry yelled, but there was noreply. "Oh he'll be alright. As for you... who knows?" Voldemort was stepping forward he was getting very close to Harry and his scar was hurting so badly he thought he was going to pass out. "Perhaps you didn't hear me earlier Voldemort. There will be no murders today." It was Dumbledore, he was stepping infront of Harry trying to block him from Voldemort. "Silence old fool!" Voldemort flung his wand at Dumbledore. Unlike the Weaslys, it took Voldemort a lot of strength to harm Dumbledore. You could see Dumbledore resisting the spell, but Voldemort was stronger now and Dumbledore too, was thrown backwards just like the Weaslys had been, his eyes wide with shock. Harry was awe-struck. How could Voldemort possibly do that to Dumbledore? It was impossible no one could hurt Dumbledore. No one. Not even the darkest wizard who has ever lived. Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard alive! Harry couldn't move. He was now standing inches away from Voldemort and the pain was making him dizzy. He was still in shock. Of all the people he thought Voldemort would hurt Dumbdeore wasn't one of them.. Dumbledore was the one who had fought Voldemort not the other way around. "See how foolish you were to think that an old man was stronger than me!" His voice rang out to the stunned crowd like ice, but under the evil tones you could hear undeniable satisfaction. You could almost taste Voldmorts glee. Sirius was barking at him, baring his teeth. Voldemort merely looked at him with a blank expression. Sirius pounced. He was going to tear Voldemort to pieces. He leaped. But in mid bound he was frozen, like a grotesque stone statue and fell to the ground with a sickening thud. "Sirius!" Harry whispered desperately. He was totally alone. "You see how I am now more powerful than your great Albus Dumbldore!" the deatheaters were laughing again, "And now I will show you that the only reason Harry Potter is still alive is due to a series of lucky chances!" Harry's sweaty hand was gripping his wand inside his pocket. Did Voldemort know he had his wand? He was going to try and defend himself. He would have to do it alone. Voldemort was staring into Harry's eyes, a smirk was creeping into the corner of his mouth. "And now you die Harry Potter." He was so close that their noses were almost touching. Voldemort took a step back and pulled himself up to his full height. He was slowly raising his wand, he was torturing Harry, making him wait before he died. But Harry would catch him off guard. Voldemort was opening his mouth, words were about to form. Harry was looking intently at Voldemort. And at the precise moment Voldemort yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" to the crowd, Harry flung out his wand and bellowed, "EXPELLIARMUS!" The jet of green from Voldemort's wand joined the red light from Harry's. Voldemort's eyes were livid, he wasn't expecting Harry to fight back. Harry's wand was vibrating again and the thread of light had turned to gold again. Even though Harry knew what was coming he was still caught off gaurd. They both lifted a few feet of the ground, floated for a second and moved into a space free of graves a few meters away. The crowd gawped at the two of them they had no idea what was going on. 'Its happening again. Harry thought, 'Like a recurring nightmare. But Harry could hear familiar voices yelling, "HARRY! HARRY!" Dumbledore and the Weaslys were awake. His wand was now shaking violently and the thread was splintering. The offshoots flew in all directions and created the magical dome of light. The phoenix song had started again and it filled Harry with a new determination. The deatheaters in the background were no longer laughing. They sounded confused. They thought their master was going to kill Harry. They hadn't expected this either. "Master! What are our intructions?" "Nothing! Do Nothing!" Voldemort sounded afraid for the first time of the day. The beads of light had appeared. Harry concentrated with every fire of his being on making the beads go towards Voldemort, to make his wand scream. It was exhausting Harry of all his energy but he was doing it. The beads of light had stated to move in Voldemort's direction. Voldemort's wand started to scream and Harry's was shaking harder than ever. Harry was secretly hoping, deep down that he might see his parents come out of the wand again- but he wouldn't win the duel if he was thinking too much about seeing his parents again. He had to concentrate. As the first beam of light began to enter Voldmort's wand he thrust his wand away, shattering the connection. He lifted his face slowly to look at Harry and said very slowly and clearly, "I may not have killed you today Harry Potter, as was my intention, but I will kill you. Perhaps when you are least expecting it. I hope you sleep well in your 'safe' bed tonight Harry Potter" Voldemort then stood up straight and called "Come!" To his deatheaters and disaparated. The thirty small popping noises that followed let Harry know that the deatheaters had gone and the danger had passed, for now. With that in mind he lost his hold on the world and fell to his knees and crumpled in a heap of unconsciousness.