The Defeat of The Dark Lord
"Hermione! Go!" Harry shouted at his best friend, but she was hesitant to leave. She had tears streaming down her face as she looked down upon her secret love and lover of one, going on two, years. Ron Weasley was lying on the stone floor of the Chamber of Secrets barely breathing and undoubtedly unconscious. "Hermione, listen to me! Ron is going to be fine but if you don't get out of here now, we won't be!"
Hermione nodded her agreement took one last look at Ron before she ran from the room. She heard Harry shout a spell that would seal off the entrance as they took a disguised door that looked like a pipe. The sealing spell would not hold for very long but the extra moments that it bought them may be the difference between life and death.
Seconds later, Harry was right beside her and they forced there way through the door and slammed it shut. Harry put another sealing spell on the door to buy some more time.
"Okay, let's do this," Harry said quickly as he began to draw a large circle around the two of them. It was about 20 paces in diameter. The circle itself looked as if it was made of glowing pewter. Then, he had the four corners, North, South, East and West, drawn out like triangles on the outside of the circle.
Hermione was muttering under her breath as she waved her wand in complex patterns. Each time she finished a chain of syllables and the motion of what the mark was to look like, it would slide out of her wand like liquid silk, float in mid air and then situate itself in it's designated spot in the circle on the ground. The marks would glow for a moment before they dulled slightly. The light from the marks was enough to create significant light in the side chamber to the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry began to place all necessary protection spells on it. This would have been Ron's job but, seeing as he was not there, it fell to Harry because Hermione was preoccupied with the marks that would supplement their spell and add to their power. They were going to need it to defeat Voldemort.
Just as they finished the circle, there was banging on the door. The circle looked like a silver 'celestial' sun with a weird sort of very complicated algebra on it that looked as if the numbers were replaced with shapes and the signs replaced with strange wavy lines that crossed or ran parallel to each other.
Immediately, Harry and Hermione jumped into the centre of the circle and grabbed hands. Harry whispered a few words and a silver cord shot out of the end of his wand and bound him and Hermione together. The moment they were bound together, hand in hand, the marks in the circle flared, creating a transparent wall of light and the door burst open.
Voldemort stepped into the room with a cruel smiling twisting his thin white lips. His faced dropped a little at the sight of the circle but then was returned to his cold sneer.
"The Boy-Who-Lived and a mudblood expect to defeat me," he drawled in feigned, yet still sarcastic, curiosity.
"We don't expect, we know!" Spat Harry bitterly.
"Mighty confident, aren't we?" Voldemort laughed as he shot a disarming spell at the wall of light. It rippled the wall slightly where it hit but nothing more. He frowned.
"Ready?" Harry whispered to Hermione. She squeezed his hand in answer. They turned to the north, directly opposite of Voldemort. They had lot of faith in their circle and what they were going to do. Voldemort walked quickly to face them.
'We take from the east, the power of the sun
The sun that will help us weaken evil
We take from the south, the power of the storms
The storms that will help us control evil
We take from the west, the power of the night
The night that will conceal evil
We take from the north, the power of the winds
The winds that will help us bind evil
We call on you now, guardians of the four corners!
Rid the world of this evil
And bind it forever past the gate of Eternity
Aid us now and fight for the light!'
They spoke from two mouths; their voices mixed creating one voice as they chanted the spell. Voldemort circled the perimeter of the circle looking at them nervously. He felt the impending doom. The two simultaneously raised their wands and spun to face where Voldemort was currently standing. He backed up against the wall, looking terrified.
"You know for a supposed fearless dark lord, you are a coward," said Hermione matter-of-factly.
"This is for you mum and dad and for everyone else this bastard has hurt!" Harry said quietly.
"Avada Kadavra!" Together Hermione and Harry shouted the words. Together the spell burst forth from their wands, throwing them from their circle of protection and back against the far wall. The spell was considerably more powerful thanks to the enhancing circle.
Voldemort's lifeless body lay in a heap on the floor. Hermione summoned his wand and bound his arms and legs together just to make sure. She knew he was dead but it didn't hurt to make sure. Harry looked up from the floor where he was sprawled on his back.
"We did it," he whispered, his voice was hoarse.
"We did," Hermione confirmed as tears sprung from her eyes and slid down her face. Harry tried to put his hand up to comfort her but he was too weak to do so. Then, he surrendered to his exhaustion and passed out. "It's over," Hermione whispered in the dark, "it's finally over."
She felt the comforting dark swell inside of her and she passed out with Harry still bound to her at the wrist.
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