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~Chapter 12~
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Before anyone could do anything Voldemort had shot a strange glowing liquid out of his wand and formed it into a huge dome-shaped shield around him, which completely covered the empty middle section of the Great Hall. Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers all tried throwing curses at it but Voldemort just laughed at them. Lupin tried to open the doors but found that they had all been locked, and all the windows boarded up, too. Everyone finally seemed to understand what was happening, and getting up from their seats, started screaming in unison. "Everyone please remain calm." Dumbledore said cooly. He was staring straight at Voldemort with a cold, hatefull glint in his eyes. Everyone sat down again and the hall went quiet, but there was still panic, fear and confusion shining in everyone's eyes.
Harry knew he should be panicing too, like everyone else, but for some strange reason he felt perfectly calm. He wasn't scared, he was just angry. Angry at Voldemort for ruining his life, and now coming back to try and do it again. All Harry wanted was to be happy, to live his life like he wanted, peacefully. But Voldemort had taken away everything and everyone that could have ensured that for him. Harry felt an intense, overwhelming hate boiling up inside him. He knew why Voldemort was here, he was here for him, Harry. For the second time in his life, Harry actually wanted to kill somebody. Actually felt enough hate to end someone's life. The feeling scared Harry a little bit, but it also gave him enough courage to do what he had to do.
Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and gripped it tightly in his hand. Ginny saw him and looked up at him confusedly. "Harry what are you...." She stopped when he turned to look at her and she saw the look in his eyes. They were shining with raw hatred and anger. "Harry, no! Don't go out there! He'll kill you, you know he will!" She screamed as she stood up. Everyone in the hall turned to them. Harry knew she was right, of course Voldemort would kill him. That was the only reason he was even here. But Harry had to try and stall him, maybe give Dumbledore enough time to figure out how to get everyone out. He opened his mouth to say something, but choked on his own words. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to leave Ginny alone, didn't want to leave the world not knowing what would happen to her and everyone he cared about. "I have to." He whispered. She was crying now."No....NO!" She screamed as he turned and walked up to the large bubble-like encasement that Voldemort was standing in.
He knew Voldemort would allow him through the shield, so he picked up his foot and simply walked through. Everyone looked fuzzy and unclear from inside, but Harry could see Ginny in her mothers arms, hear her cry, even see the tears flowing down her face. He turned and faced Voldemort. The wizard slowly lowered his hood to reveal that horrible face that had tortured Harry's nightmares for years. He was smiling. Harry felt is scar searing with pain, but tried to push it away as he walked to the middle of the enclosure and faced Voldemort again. Harry wished he would stop smiling.
"Well done, Harry, well done." Voldemort hissed through his thin lips. "You look just like your father, standing there, the same way he faced me all those years ago." He chuckled to himself as if relishing some favorite memory. "What do you want?" Harry asked under his breath. "Want? What do I want? I think you know the answer to that, Harry." Harry gripped his wand tighter with his sweaty hand. "Then lets go somewhere less...public." He tried. Harry didn't want all the first years to see him get murdered. Many of them would be traumatized for the rest of their lives. And he didn't want Ginny, Ron, and Hermione to watch him die, either. "No, no that wouldn't do." Voldemort said as he started to pace back and forth. "You see, the main reason I came tonight was because I knew that Hogwarts would be open to apparation for a small amount of time, but it was also because I want the world to know. I want them to know that Harry Potter, their 'hero', their 'savior', was just a boy who managed to get lucky a few times in his short life. I want them to know who the most powerful wizard in the world really is, and by killing you in front of them..." He waved his hand around the Great Hall. "They'll have no choice but to be convinced of it. Stupid of Dumbledore, really, to open the school as he did. All I had to do was create this spell to use which has no counter curse, and apparate in. Easier than I thought it would be, actually. Well, now to the point."
He stopped pacing a few feet away from Harry, directly in front of him. "But I'm afraid the point would be lost if I killed you in cold blood, though that would be much easier. I think it would be better if we had a little duel, to prove who is more powerful. Do you know how to duel, Harry? I remember that little run-in we had back in your fourth year, but you didn't seem to have a clue what you were doing then. I hoped you've learned." His lips curled into a small smirk. Harry was too angry to speak. He gripped his wand tighter and, backing up a little bit, placed himself in the duel stance. "Well I see you haven't wasted your time completely." Voldemort also placed his feet in the duel position. "Shame I'll have to kill you, really, everything else will bore me. Besides Dumbledore, you're the only one who was actually ever a challenge, if it's any consolation to you."
It wasn't. They nodded to eachother stiffly, neither taking their eyes from the other's, then the duel began. Before Harry even had time to decide which spell to use first Voldemort had fired. The cruciatus curse hit Harry full in the stomach. It felt as if someone was tearing his skin off. He groaned and bent over slightly with his arms around his stomach. He couldn't fall down. He remembered what Remus taught him about the cruciatus curse, the most important thing was to remain standing and try and distract the oponet with a curse to make him stop the spell, that was the only way to end it. Harry saw Voldemort raising his wand to finish him off. "Expelliarmus!" Harry whispered. Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand and the pain cleared instantly. He stood up straight again and inhaled deeply. Voldemort used wandless magic to pull his wand back. "Clever Harry, clever. Impendimo!" Voldemort threw another spell, but this time Harry was ready. "Armetia!" He yelled with his wand held above his head. It was the basic blocking spell, and the curse bounced off Harry's temporary shield and vanished.
This time Harry reacted before Voldemort could and tried a body-bind curse that usually worked on Remus. Of course, Remus wasn't the most powerful wizard in the world. Voldemort blocked it with the same spell that Harry had used earlier, and then conjured up hundreds of tiny whirling blades that flew straight at Harry. Knowing that the blocking curse was useless on physical objects, Harry put a speed spell on himself and tried to dodge them. A couple still hit him, though, one grazed his arm and another cut his leg pretty deeply. Harry countered, and the battle continued.
The students watching, even the parents and teachers, were in awe. Both of the dueling figures moved with reflexes so fast, and with such control and power, that everyone found it hard to follow what was happening. The students couldn't believe that this boy had been going to classes with them, had actually walked with them through the same halls and rooms. This boy was putting up a fight to Voldemort. The wizard who no one had been able to challenge like this, no one had been able to duel man to man with him and actually last more than two minutes. The parents and teachers, except for Lupin and Dumbledore, didn't even know half of the spells that were used by either Voldemort or Harry.
There were still tears streaming down Ginny's face, and she cringed everytime that Harry nearly got hit with something. Ron and Hermione were both deathly pale, and Mrs. Weasley was shaking violently. "Always knew that boy was going to be something." Mr. Weasley muttered as he tried to comfort his wife and watch the figures fighting in the middle of the room. Every spell that either one yelled, every scream of frustration or shout of triumph, echoed through the Hall.
Harry felt strangely exhilarated. 'Dodge, attack, block, counter', it all felt so natural to him. After so long of living in a world where he never felt like he belonged, never had a home to call his own, he felt as if this was where he belonged. This just seemed right to him, he didn't even have to think, he simply acted. 'Dodge, counter'. He felt like laughing, but didn't because it would have put him off his guard. He grinned as he blocked yet another spell.
After several hours of it continuing on like this, Harry's excitement wore off. He was exhausted. Voldemort, too, was slowing down and losing some of his quickness and energy. But Harry knew, as did everyone watching, that Voldemort would be able to last longer. Voldemort know, too. Harry felt like he was about to collapse from weariness. The only thing keeping him standing was his hatred for Voldemort, was his memory of what he had done to his life, and the knowledge that as soon as Voldemort finished him, he would start killing everyone in the hall, one by one. He would probably spare a few students or weak parents, just so that they could tell the world what had happened. Tell the world that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, the only two people in the world who had ever slowed Voldemort down, were now dead.
"Imperio!" Voldemort yelled. Harry fought it. "Crucio!" Voldemort tried again. Harry put the speed spell on himself again and dodged it. He could defend, but he was now too tired to attack. He stood, panting, wait for Voldemort's next move. But it didn't come. Voldemort was standing directly oposite him, exactly how they had started. He too was panting hard, his glowing eyes fixed on Harry's. They stood a few mintues like this, glaring at eachother.
"Well...I must admit I hadn't expected anything like that. I think we could go on all night like that, but we both know, Harry, that in the end, I would come out the strongest. You may have a lot of strength, and been trained by an excellent teacher, but the fact remains that you lack the experience, the first-hand knowledge. Something that I have plenty of." Voldemort grinned at him triumphently. "Well then." Harry said as he raised his wand and returned to the duel position. "No, wait." Voldemort held up his hand. "We would just be wasting our time." He stood staring at Harry for a few more minutes. Harry stared defiantly back. He didn't know what Voldemort was getting at, but if he expected Harry to just back down and allow himself to be murdered, he was wrong. "I've dueled many, many times in my life Harry. I've dueled with great wizards and weak wizards. More times than you or anyone else can even imagine. And out of all those, not one of them lasted more than five minutes." A few seconds of silence followed. "I'm going to make you an offer, Harry." He began pacing again. I will spare your life, if you will join me." Harry's mouth fell open in shock. "What?" He almost yelled. "Join you? I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN EVER HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!"
Voldemort chuckled and held up his hand to silence him. "Not so fast, Potter. You think I don't know how you feel about me? I can see the hatred shining in your eyes. But after all, Harry, hate is the very base of power. I myself wouldn't be anything without hate."
'Of course I'll never join him.' Harry thought to himself. 'He destroyed my family, destroyed my life. And if I joined him, countless other innocent families and lives would be destroyed, just like mine. Well, they will be anyway, wether I join him or die.' He thought sadly. In a way, Harry was slightly, SLIGHTLY tempted to do as Voldemort said. The rush of energy and ease that he felt when dueling would be almost a daily enjoyment. But Harry pushed the thought out of his head almost as soon as it had entered. If he joined Voldemort, everything that his parents and so many others had died for, would be lost. No, it was out of the question.
"I don't think you quite understand your own abilities, Harry." Voldemort continued. But I have made a quick evaluation of them. If you dueled Dumbledore, you would win. Do you know what that means, boy? That means you are the second most powerful human being on earth. Second only to me. You can't even imagine the great things we could do together! The world would be ours! Everything you ever wanted would be at your fingertips!" Voldemort was right in front of Harry now. Harry saw his red eyes shining with greed and hatred as he talked. "Name something, Harry, what do you want? Whatever you want, it would be yours before you even had to ask for it." Voldemort whispered. Harry stepped backwards. "Anything?" He asked coldly. Voldemort smiled as he whispered "Anything". He thought he had him. "I want my parents back." Harry said in a voice so cold that it couldn't have been any more threatening if he had screamed it. Voldemort stopped smiling instantly and backed away from Harry.
"Fool of a boy!" He spat icely. "Think of what we could do! No one would be able to stand in our path!" Harry felt his own face turn red with anger. "I will never join you!!" He screamed. "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!!! It's your fault that I had to spend my life with people who hate me! It's your fault that no matter where I go, I don't feel safe! It's your fault that my life has been a living nightmare from the second my mother fell to the floor! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!! I HATE YOU!!" Harry felt his knees
trembling with rage. He wanted to jump on Voldemort, wanted to curse him, wanted to do anything he possibly could to hurt him. "Hate, Harry? But don't you see? Hate is the only way to power! You are already on your way! Without hate, we would be nothing." Voldemort whispered. "Yes Harry, I did kill your parents. But you will soon learn that things like that can't be avoided, if one is to achieve real power. Compassion is a weakness, a weakness which must be overcome. And I have no doubt that I will soon teach you how to overcome it, just come with me." Harry shook his head, trying to fight back tears of anger. "No." He whispered with decided determination. "Harry, don't be stupid. I don't want to kill you, if there's anything I hate it's wasting potential power."
"I WILL NEVER HELP YOU!!!" Harry screamed. Voldemort's eyes glittered with rage. "Very well." He whispered. He was raising his wand slowly when someone in the audience caught his eye. He thought for a moment, then grinned with a look in his eyes that made Harry feel very uneasy. "Pretty little girlfriend you have there, Potter." He sneered.
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A/N:Hey! I hope this isn't too repetitive, with all the spells and stuff. The next chapter should be up some time next week. Please review!! I'd really appreciate it! Thanks! ~Katydid
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter!!-
Severus Snape: Okaaay.....lol. I believe you. Thanks for reviewing! :)
Videl86: Thanks for reading my story! I'm glad you actually wanna know what's gonna happen....
Shattered Angel: Wow! You're so sweet! I'll try and get the next chapter up fast for you. ;)
la2ur2a: Hey! Thanks so much! I'm sooo sorry that I took so long with this!
Ok that's it. Y'all are awesome! Thanks sooo much! :)
~Chapter 12~
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Before anyone could do anything Voldemort had shot a strange glowing liquid out of his wand and formed it into a huge dome-shaped shield around him, which completely covered the empty middle section of the Great Hall. Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers all tried throwing curses at it but Voldemort just laughed at them. Lupin tried to open the doors but found that they had all been locked, and all the windows boarded up, too. Everyone finally seemed to understand what was happening, and getting up from their seats, started screaming in unison. "Everyone please remain calm." Dumbledore said cooly. He was staring straight at Voldemort with a cold, hatefull glint in his eyes. Everyone sat down again and the hall went quiet, but there was still panic, fear and confusion shining in everyone's eyes.
Harry knew he should be panicing too, like everyone else, but for some strange reason he felt perfectly calm. He wasn't scared, he was just angry. Angry at Voldemort for ruining his life, and now coming back to try and do it again. All Harry wanted was to be happy, to live his life like he wanted, peacefully. But Voldemort had taken away everything and everyone that could have ensured that for him. Harry felt an intense, overwhelming hate boiling up inside him. He knew why Voldemort was here, he was here for him, Harry. For the second time in his life, Harry actually wanted to kill somebody. Actually felt enough hate to end someone's life. The feeling scared Harry a little bit, but it also gave him enough courage to do what he had to do.
Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and gripped it tightly in his hand. Ginny saw him and looked up at him confusedly. "Harry what are you...." She stopped when he turned to look at her and she saw the look in his eyes. They were shining with raw hatred and anger. "Harry, no! Don't go out there! He'll kill you, you know he will!" She screamed as she stood up. Everyone in the hall turned to them. Harry knew she was right, of course Voldemort would kill him. That was the only reason he was even here. But Harry had to try and stall him, maybe give Dumbledore enough time to figure out how to get everyone out. He opened his mouth to say something, but choked on his own words. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to leave Ginny alone, didn't want to leave the world not knowing what would happen to her and everyone he cared about. "I have to." He whispered. She was crying now."No....NO!" She screamed as he turned and walked up to the large bubble-like encasement that Voldemort was standing in.
He knew Voldemort would allow him through the shield, so he picked up his foot and simply walked through. Everyone looked fuzzy and unclear from inside, but Harry could see Ginny in her mothers arms, hear her cry, even see the tears flowing down her face. He turned and faced Voldemort. The wizard slowly lowered his hood to reveal that horrible face that had tortured Harry's nightmares for years. He was smiling. Harry felt is scar searing with pain, but tried to push it away as he walked to the middle of the enclosure and faced Voldemort again. Harry wished he would stop smiling.
"Well done, Harry, well done." Voldemort hissed through his thin lips. "You look just like your father, standing there, the same way he faced me all those years ago." He chuckled to himself as if relishing some favorite memory. "What do you want?" Harry asked under his breath. "Want? What do I want? I think you know the answer to that, Harry." Harry gripped his wand tighter with his sweaty hand. "Then lets go somewhere less...public." He tried. Harry didn't want all the first years to see him get murdered. Many of them would be traumatized for the rest of their lives. And he didn't want Ginny, Ron, and Hermione to watch him die, either. "No, no that wouldn't do." Voldemort said as he started to pace back and forth. "You see, the main reason I came tonight was because I knew that Hogwarts would be open to apparation for a small amount of time, but it was also because I want the world to know. I want them to know that Harry Potter, their 'hero', their 'savior', was just a boy who managed to get lucky a few times in his short life. I want them to know who the most powerful wizard in the world really is, and by killing you in front of them..." He waved his hand around the Great Hall. "They'll have no choice but to be convinced of it. Stupid of Dumbledore, really, to open the school as he did. All I had to do was create this spell to use which has no counter curse, and apparate in. Easier than I thought it would be, actually. Well, now to the point."
He stopped pacing a few feet away from Harry, directly in front of him. "But I'm afraid the point would be lost if I killed you in cold blood, though that would be much easier. I think it would be better if we had a little duel, to prove who is more powerful. Do you know how to duel, Harry? I remember that little run-in we had back in your fourth year, but you didn't seem to have a clue what you were doing then. I hoped you've learned." His lips curled into a small smirk. Harry was too angry to speak. He gripped his wand tighter and, backing up a little bit, placed himself in the duel stance. "Well I see you haven't wasted your time completely." Voldemort also placed his feet in the duel position. "Shame I'll have to kill you, really, everything else will bore me. Besides Dumbledore, you're the only one who was actually ever a challenge, if it's any consolation to you."
It wasn't. They nodded to eachother stiffly, neither taking their eyes from the other's, then the duel began. Before Harry even had time to decide which spell to use first Voldemort had fired. The cruciatus curse hit Harry full in the stomach. It felt as if someone was tearing his skin off. He groaned and bent over slightly with his arms around his stomach. He couldn't fall down. He remembered what Remus taught him about the cruciatus curse, the most important thing was to remain standing and try and distract the oponet with a curse to make him stop the spell, that was the only way to end it. Harry saw Voldemort raising his wand to finish him off. "Expelliarmus!" Harry whispered. Voldemort's wand shot out of his hand and the pain cleared instantly. He stood up straight again and inhaled deeply. Voldemort used wandless magic to pull his wand back. "Clever Harry, clever. Impendimo!" Voldemort threw another spell, but this time Harry was ready. "Armetia!" He yelled with his wand held above his head. It was the basic blocking spell, and the curse bounced off Harry's temporary shield and vanished.
This time Harry reacted before Voldemort could and tried a body-bind curse that usually worked on Remus. Of course, Remus wasn't the most powerful wizard in the world. Voldemort blocked it with the same spell that Harry had used earlier, and then conjured up hundreds of tiny whirling blades that flew straight at Harry. Knowing that the blocking curse was useless on physical objects, Harry put a speed spell on himself and tried to dodge them. A couple still hit him, though, one grazed his arm and another cut his leg pretty deeply. Harry countered, and the battle continued.
The students watching, even the parents and teachers, were in awe. Both of the dueling figures moved with reflexes so fast, and with such control and power, that everyone found it hard to follow what was happening. The students couldn't believe that this boy had been going to classes with them, had actually walked with them through the same halls and rooms. This boy was putting up a fight to Voldemort. The wizard who no one had been able to challenge like this, no one had been able to duel man to man with him and actually last more than two minutes. The parents and teachers, except for Lupin and Dumbledore, didn't even know half of the spells that were used by either Voldemort or Harry.
There were still tears streaming down Ginny's face, and she cringed everytime that Harry nearly got hit with something. Ron and Hermione were both deathly pale, and Mrs. Weasley was shaking violently. "Always knew that boy was going to be something." Mr. Weasley muttered as he tried to comfort his wife and watch the figures fighting in the middle of the room. Every spell that either one yelled, every scream of frustration or shout of triumph, echoed through the Hall.
Harry felt strangely exhilarated. 'Dodge, attack, block, counter', it all felt so natural to him. After so long of living in a world where he never felt like he belonged, never had a home to call his own, he felt as if this was where he belonged. This just seemed right to him, he didn't even have to think, he simply acted. 'Dodge, counter'. He felt like laughing, but didn't because it would have put him off his guard. He grinned as he blocked yet another spell.
After several hours of it continuing on like this, Harry's excitement wore off. He was exhausted. Voldemort, too, was slowing down and losing some of his quickness and energy. But Harry knew, as did everyone watching, that Voldemort would be able to last longer. Voldemort know, too. Harry felt like he was about to collapse from weariness. The only thing keeping him standing was his hatred for Voldemort, was his memory of what he had done to his life, and the knowledge that as soon as Voldemort finished him, he would start killing everyone in the hall, one by one. He would probably spare a few students or weak parents, just so that they could tell the world what had happened. Tell the world that Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, the only two people in the world who had ever slowed Voldemort down, were now dead.
"Imperio!" Voldemort yelled. Harry fought it. "Crucio!" Voldemort tried again. Harry put the speed spell on himself again and dodged it. He could defend, but he was now too tired to attack. He stood, panting, wait for Voldemort's next move. But it didn't come. Voldemort was standing directly oposite him, exactly how they had started. He too was panting hard, his glowing eyes fixed on Harry's. They stood a few mintues like this, glaring at eachother.
"Well...I must admit I hadn't expected anything like that. I think we could go on all night like that, but we both know, Harry, that in the end, I would come out the strongest. You may have a lot of strength, and been trained by an excellent teacher, but the fact remains that you lack the experience, the first-hand knowledge. Something that I have plenty of." Voldemort grinned at him triumphently. "Well then." Harry said as he raised his wand and returned to the duel position. "No, wait." Voldemort held up his hand. "We would just be wasting our time." He stood staring at Harry for a few more minutes. Harry stared defiantly back. He didn't know what Voldemort was getting at, but if he expected Harry to just back down and allow himself to be murdered, he was wrong. "I've dueled many, many times in my life Harry. I've dueled with great wizards and weak wizards. More times than you or anyone else can even imagine. And out of all those, not one of them lasted more than five minutes." A few seconds of silence followed. "I'm going to make you an offer, Harry." He began pacing again. I will spare your life, if you will join me." Harry's mouth fell open in shock. "What?" He almost yelled. "Join you? I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN EVER HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!"
Voldemort chuckled and held up his hand to silence him. "Not so fast, Potter. You think I don't know how you feel about me? I can see the hatred shining in your eyes. But after all, Harry, hate is the very base of power. I myself wouldn't be anything without hate."
'Of course I'll never join him.' Harry thought to himself. 'He destroyed my family, destroyed my life. And if I joined him, countless other innocent families and lives would be destroyed, just like mine. Well, they will be anyway, wether I join him or die.' He thought sadly. In a way, Harry was slightly, SLIGHTLY tempted to do as Voldemort said. The rush of energy and ease that he felt when dueling would be almost a daily enjoyment. But Harry pushed the thought out of his head almost as soon as it had entered. If he joined Voldemort, everything that his parents and so many others had died for, would be lost. No, it was out of the question.
"I don't think you quite understand your own abilities, Harry." Voldemort continued. But I have made a quick evaluation of them. If you dueled Dumbledore, you would win. Do you know what that means, boy? That means you are the second most powerful human being on earth. Second only to me. You can't even imagine the great things we could do together! The world would be ours! Everything you ever wanted would be at your fingertips!" Voldemort was right in front of Harry now. Harry saw his red eyes shining with greed and hatred as he talked. "Name something, Harry, what do you want? Whatever you want, it would be yours before you even had to ask for it." Voldemort whispered. Harry stepped backwards. "Anything?" He asked coldly. Voldemort smiled as he whispered "Anything". He thought he had him. "I want my parents back." Harry said in a voice so cold that it couldn't have been any more threatening if he had screamed it. Voldemort stopped smiling instantly and backed away from Harry.
"Fool of a boy!" He spat icely. "Think of what we could do! No one would be able to stand in our path!" Harry felt his own face turn red with anger. "I will never join you!!" He screamed. "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!!! It's your fault that I had to spend my life with people who hate me! It's your fault that no matter where I go, I don't feel safe! It's your fault that my life has been a living nightmare from the second my mother fell to the floor! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!! I HATE YOU!!" Harry felt his knees
trembling with rage. He wanted to jump on Voldemort, wanted to curse him, wanted to do anything he possibly could to hurt him. "Hate, Harry? But don't you see? Hate is the only way to power! You are already on your way! Without hate, we would be nothing." Voldemort whispered. "Yes Harry, I did kill your parents. But you will soon learn that things like that can't be avoided, if one is to achieve real power. Compassion is a weakness, a weakness which must be overcome. And I have no doubt that I will soon teach you how to overcome it, just come with me." Harry shook his head, trying to fight back tears of anger. "No." He whispered with decided determination. "Harry, don't be stupid. I don't want to kill you, if there's anything I hate it's wasting potential power."
"I WILL NEVER HELP YOU!!!" Harry screamed. Voldemort's eyes glittered with rage. "Very well." He whispered. He was raising his wand slowly when someone in the audience caught his eye. He thought for a moment, then grinned with a look in his eyes that made Harry feel very uneasy. "Pretty little girlfriend you have there, Potter." He sneered.
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A/N:Hey! I hope this isn't too repetitive, with all the spells and stuff. The next chapter should be up some time next week. Please review!! I'd really appreciate it! Thanks! ~Katydid