Chapter Nine

Later, next term, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat with the rest of their class in Defence against the Dark Arts learning about how to defeat a basilisk, Harry who had already defeated a basilisk when he had been twelve was daydreaming while looking out of the window.

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"Master will the plan work do you think?" Said a small weedy voice Harry recognised as Wormtail's. The next voice was the one that chilled Harry's body, it was a high cold voice that could be no one else's but Voldemort's. "Of course it will work why wouldn't it?"

"Every other attempt has failed." Said Wormtail nervously.

Voldemort laughed. "By the end of the day Harry Potter will be dead there is no doubt about it."

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Harry came back to the classroom, suddenly aware of the fact his scar was hurting, he was about to tell Professor Lupin when the bell rang. Harry decided to go to tell Dumbledore, that what the Professor had always told him to do if his scar hurt. He told Ron and Hermione he was going to the Hospital Wing because he had a headache. He went up to the corridor that contained Dumbledore's office. He walked up to the Gargoyle that guarded the moving staircase he suddenly remembered he had no idea what the password was to get in as he knew Dumbledore had changed it since Christmas when Peeves had managed to get in and graffiti all over the room. Harry started to yell sweet names at the statue and was starting to give up hope when he yelled out in total desperation.

"Fizzy Lifting Drink!"

To his amazement the gargoyle moved out of the way. Thinking about it, it just goes to show what top wizards do in their spare time. He finally reached the top of the staircase and knocked on the door. Rubbing his scar in a hope of easing the pain he waited for a reply. A mumbled come in, in a voice that sounded most dissimilar to Dumbledore's normal voice answered him. Harry pushed open the door and nearly fainted in shock.

Dumbledore was lying in an unconscious heap on the floor and standing behind him was a very familiar figure.

"Potter how considerate of you to drop in on us, we were just about to send for you." Said Voldemort. "Wormtail shut the door." Harry looked behind him and saw Wormtail slam the door Harry had just come through shut. Harry could feel his scar burning on his forehead. "It is very stupid of you to walk straight into our trap willingly, the genes obviously come from your mother's side of the family." Harry said nothing. "Oh well now I have a perfect opportunity to kill you and nothing can save you, Accio wand."

Harry felt his wand fly out of his pocket and saw it land in Voldemort's outstretched hand. Harry looked round the office for something to protect himself with and saw nothing at first. He saw the window was open and had a brief idea of jumping out of it he then remembered just how high up he was and instantly thought better of the idea. Then it struck him he ran behind Voldemort and grabbed a glass case he threw it on the ground shattering it and picked up from the shards of broken glass the sword he had found in his second year, the sword of Godric Gryffindor.

"And what are you planning to do with that." Said Voldemort looking if it was possible amused at the sight of Harry brandishing a sword.

"I can use it I defeated a Basilisk with it once." Said Harry sounding a great deal braver than he felt, he actually had no idea what he was going to do with it either. Voldemort flicked his wand and the sword flew out of Harry's grasp and hit the wall behind him.

"You know I'm going to kill you, so stop prolonging the inevitable. Crucio." Harry rolled out of the way just in time. "So that's how you want to play is it well let's try it this way, Ulutatrus." Harry didn't have time to move and the spell hit Harry on the chest. The pain, which followed was one hundred times more intense than the Crucio spell. Voldemort lifted the spell. "Do you like it I invented it myself it's an upgraded Crucio spell. Now though I think it's time to say goodbye to my only grandson it's a shame really, now there's no one to carry on the Slytherin line but it has to be done doesn't it. Avada Kavada."

A flash of green light filled the room and the boy who lived fell lifeless to the floor, his final memory being Voldemort laughing triumphantly.

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