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El Sacricio
Harry thought about the moment he found out about not one but two great important losses in his life, with his parents already gone, his godfather as well...he didn't think it would be possible for him to lose anymore close people to him anymore. It just wasn't fair, a voice in his head "Nothings fair dear, just suck it in like you do to the rest of the pain" Harry knew he couldn't just go and do that. So much anger, so much pain all bottled up inside and he put a cork on that bottle that should have been let out so long ago.
How, how could he be the one to be taken by those creatures? Harry's eyes got glossy from tears that where forming on the brink of his eye lashes. He opened his mouth but no voice came out, only dry air came. He Then heard a voice that was not his own but he knew it was his. How could he the man that had taught him the patronus be sucked by those foul monsters? How...it was impossible, the greatest teacher Harry had ever had the chance to encounter.
"Pro...Professor Lupin, no how could they...how did they..."
Harry looked into those eyes, the eyes of his beloved teacher, the man who taught him not only what he was there to teach but also the man that helped him find himself. He taught Harry to accept who he was and what road destiny had written him.
Harry moved forward and touched his teachers arm, the shell thrashed and swung at Harry. Its arm hit Harry across the face leaving a mark but yet Harry just stood there.
"Professor Lupin, Professor Lupin, you are a sane man you can think and..."
The Next hit by the shell sent Harry sprawled, he didn't know what that would have helped talking to it, this is not how he wanted to see his professor...no not like this. Now all of his parents close school friends all gone...all of them except for that traitorous man...no that creature.
Harry fell on his knees and his fist slammed the ground, tears fell freely from his face, he let out a cry that was almost as inhuman as the ones sent out from the Dementors. Harry slammed the ground with his fist over an over again.
He heard a sound to his left, with all his pent up rage he went into denial, he imagined that Lupin was still alive, that Sirius was still alive, that his parents where still alive, and he felt a fake happiness surge through him. A great stag erupted from his wand, one so strong that the force sent him flying and he lay sprawled on the ground. He looked at where his patronus was going and he saw that it tore up the ground in its wake. He closed his eyes, just for a second he thought...for a second.
"Harry...Harry wake up you must wake...oh please lord, please wake up Harry. You can't die I love you too much for you to die Harry please open your eyes...please....."
Harry felt as if all his bones where broken, his head was held up by two soft delicate hands, they where caressing his face in slow circles. He felt droplets of water splatter onto his face, he heard a voice it seemed so distant, "Harry please wake up, I love you so much we haven't even started on us yet...Harry common please open your eyes so you can see the miracle you done. You did it, you defeated them Harry the darkness is gone the cold is gone...Har....ahhhhhh!"
He felt the hands be torn away from his face, he felt a coldness sweep onto him, he felt it standing...no gliding on his chest, his heart felt as if it would stop beating from this sheer new sense of coldness. He heard a scream, it seemed to become louder and clearer. He opened his eyes.
"Expecto Patronum," came an unstable voice.
Hermione dropped to the ground and felt the Dementor let her go and glide away, but how...who....Harry? Could it be, she looked at where the patronus came from and saw there was her knight in shiny armour. She felt relieved, Harry was alive, she was alive, but....but where's professor Lupin? She couldn't stand any longer and fainted, she felt to big strong hands hold her and carry her off.
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Things that happened in this fight...no in this war that had slowly seem to destroy him, his parents, his godfather, and his teacher and friend. Just how many more things can happen or go wrong for that matter?
He should have known that so many things can go wrong, so many things can happen, so many mistakes can happen in such short times. A life could be ended so easily...he should have known that.
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Harry had carried Hermione back to camp, the moon had already risen and the night air was cool and fresh. A soft summer breeze swept by while he waited outside the tent for her to wake. She had used up so much energy as did the rest, while he waited he had already checked up on Ron he was alive but knocked out as well for the moment. He waited thinking back to his past to the cries he heard from his own darkest fears from the Dementors.
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The coldness he felt when he rode on the train to hogwarts that seemed so many decades ago when it was a mere 4 years, the coldness that he felt creep into his fingers and his body when it came into the room. He felt numb all over and he heard a screaming that seemed so distant but yet so close, a voice that he did not recognize but seemed so welcome and warm to him.
His fathers voice, his mothers voice, his parents voice...their last will to save him so he could destroy Voldemort. He saw his father fight bravely tall and strong like a man should, like he should. His mother carried him out of the room quickly, she had to set up the last resort for saving her only child, her beautiful creation. The eyes that reminded so much of her own, the untidy hair she loved to ruffle up like his fathers, the strong commanding sound that would one day become great.
Her baby boy, she would risk everything and anything for him, but who knew that with this beautiful child came great blessing and great curse. Why should there be such a prophecy?
Harry had felt his mothers thoughts, about her being proud that he was hers and about her despair that she could not see her child, her son grow tall and strong, and just like his father she had thought...just like James. He felt her grow desperate as she heard the scream from her husband, in her mind it raced..."No, no he can't die...we can't die...they had so much more as a family, they where married for not so long and already they were being torn apart.
Harry thought to himself as he felt the wave of emotions from his mother desperation and lost for hope, her love for her child and her love for their family. Harry kept thinking about that one lines in that god forsaken prophecy AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NIETHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES.
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Harry then laughed into the air like a maniac striking his fists in the air yelling "Neither can live while the other survives you hear that VOLDEMORT and I will not be the one that falls...no I will not be the one that falls." He felt brims of pain sweep into his eyes, but no....no more tears, he showed weakness, and that is something he Harry Potter did not do often. No more tears, I let enough anger out today.
He stood at the edge of a lake, the moons reflection was shown in the middle, like a great big piece of happiness. Harry looked across the water, so beautiful he thought...he saw something move, no not something....some things move from across the lake. He looked closely and he saw a herd of some things. Faces but yet they weren't....Death Eaters.
Harry tore down the trail back to camp, he let was about to let out a yell but thought better of it...maybe if they did a surprise attack they would stand a much bigger chance. He heard a pop sound to his left he took out his wand and with his qudditch abilities he ducked and rolled near a tree but before he could a hand grabbed his shoulder and warm relief went through Harry.
"Harry...shhhh do not make a single soung," whispered the voice of Albus Dumbledore.
Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him, Dumbledore was here. He would have nothing to be afraid of...but then why did Dumbledore look so worried? He saw that many people from the Order of the Phoenix was already making a half moon circle around the camp, they were saved thought Harry.
Harry felt him being tugged into the shadows, he was about to let out a yelp when....
"Its me Tonks Harry shhh, we need to get you out of here Voldemort is here," she said darkly.
"No Tonks, I can't leave they need me, my friends are here...my girlfriend is here as well."
"Harry I know...I know but you have to get out of here, trust me Dumbledore needs you to leave right this moment but needs you to come back at a time during the battle, you need to do something before you can step into battle Harry."
Harry didn't know what was to be done but if Dumbledore....thought it was best for him to come in at a certain time then....who was he to argue? Through earlier years from his own stupidity he had made a bigger mess of things.
Tonks grabbed Harry and with a simple swish of her cloak she rushed her and Harry away.
Hermione woke up hearing battle, first thing she did was reach into her hand for her wand...yes it was there. Where was Harry, oh no....no he can't be out there....
"Mione are you awake," came a groggily voice to her left.
"Ron is that you? Are you okay Ron what happened to you?"
"Don't worry about it," as he slowly got up and pulled out his wand "You reckon we should get out there now?"
Hermione got up quickly out of her bed and drew out her wand, "Lumos", a small ball of fire light up the area where they stood and Ron and her walked out the temporary tent.
"Bloody hell," came Ron's slightly trembling reply
Hermione herself wanted to cover her eyes but she knew that if they stood there it wouldn't help the situation any, so she took Ron's arm and they were about to run toward the battle when all of a sudden a clang of things happened in the temporary tent.
Ron was first to react he sent the full body bind at the direction where the sound was last heard, Ron jumped forward with his wand out and probed open the tent flaps. He looked around and saw that it was Neville with the full body bind and a tea kettle caught on his leg. He muttered the counter curse.
"Sorry Neville I thought you where...."
"Its okay don't worry about it, I was clumsy that's all."
Hermione rushed in and gave Ron a Aren't you kind of paranoid look? Ron gave her one of his Oh shut up like I would have known look. Hermione helped Neville get up and the three ran toward the heat of battle.
They ran toward the open field and saw that at least a hundred Death Eaters where on the field and only about half that many Aurrors and then quite a bunch of small children sending off sparks and small spells at the Death Eaters trying to help the Aurrors. She looked up on the hill where Harry and her had just stood not so long ago, it looked as if many of the Order could show up this time. She surveyed who was there and something caught her eyes, a long silver beard..."Dumbldore," she breathed.
He was here, they where saved....but where was Harry, where was that head full of untidy hair of his and those jade like eyes? She couldn't find him anywhere when she could have usually spotted him easily. Was he gone...no she couldn't think like that he had to be still alive, she would know if he wasn't there any longer...she would know she kept reassuring herself.
"Expelliarmus," came Ron's voice, Hermione felt something fly by her fast and it slammed into a nearby tree with a loud cracking thud.
"Mione what where you thinking about!? You could have just been killed damnit, what would I tell Harry....Don't tell me that is what you where thinking about."
Hermione blushed a deep red knowing fully that Ron had guessed and was kind of disgusted and bewildered, but he should know...his newly acquired girlfriend and how he day dreamed about her during more then half of their studies for being future aurrors.
"Neville keep a watch on her, common lets get going you guys."
The group ran into battle.
Harry stepped once again in the camp with a rushing pop back from Dumbledore's office, he had the Gryffindor sword that he had gotten from the sorting hat in his second year at Hogwarts.
Tonks had told Harry to use it like he would with a wand, except this sword not only contained his wand that they had found earlier in the fray with the dementors but also the power of itself. Harry grabbed onto the sword and put it out in front of him. He looked around for a mere second but during that second he observed so much. He saw a boy screaming in pain, obviously those twisted men in those masks had used some sort of spell to get the skin to turn inside out, and even though the boy was dead they used some spells to burn off the boy's legs, arms, and gorged out his eyes.
Harry turned away not being able to look, but he knew he must, he ran toward their way and in his haste he didn't think of how much sound he was making. One of the Death Eaters turned around and saw him, he sent s curse at Harry, he felt his hair frizzle from the heat of the spell.
He kept pushing himself forward and he felt the sword come to life, a blue jet came from the tip and knocked down the first Death Eater in its path and it went straight through two Death Eaters.
Harry flipped the sword around and swung at one of the men and the tip got caught in the mans shoulder, the man let out a cry of pain and next second he started bubbling from inside. Harry's eyes widened...what was he doing...what was happening? The way he destroyed these Death Eaters was in no way honourable. How could Dumbledore ask him to do this, no why did he...
Hermione looked across the field and saw that there stood her hero with a great big sword much like the one from their second year. She looked at him one moment she saw the look of triumphant in his eyes and next second she saw that he looked as if he thought of himself as sick. She didn't understand it why?
Then her questions where answered a Death Eater came running and the sword with much of Harry's protest swung the tip into the man's stomach and the man fell backward and started to swell with great size and he opened his mouth trying to scream knowing that he would blow...his eternal organs had just expanded like a frog. She looked at his eyes and then at his face full of horror and pain and what was happening to him. The man tried to scream again but suddenly burst onto the ground.
Harry by now was in fear, how could he stop this thing how? This did not make sense why would there be something so evil belong to the house of Godric? This made no sense to him how.
The sword swung again and this time it connected with a Death Eaters head but instead of exploding or anything else it was transfigured into something horrible something that was neither man nor beast.
In seconds Harry had taken down already half a dozen grown men, blood steaked down his brow and reached his eyes, he didn't even bother to wipe it off, but when it trickled near his mouth he had a sense to lick it, to taste the blood of his enemy to taste blood.
What was happening no, this can't be happening not now, not ever. Harry rushed toward another battle after another blood streaming down the sword, it trickled down to the handle and dripped on its big round rubies. And the more blood spilled the more Harry wanted to drink it.
Harry urged himself not to do anything rash like that, he looked around and surveyed the destruction, many lives had been lost during this battle, their side and the enemies side as well, Harry heard a little girl crying into the night air.
"Mommy, daddy, grandpa, grandma? Who's out there, is anyone there."
He saw the little girl break down into tears and she fell down and sat on a body she got up screaming, then all of a sudden her screaming stopped, she bent closer and closer to the body.
"Mommy?"
Harry turned away he couldn't bear to see the child's eyes when she found out that her mother was dead, instead he climbed up the mountain and when he reached the summit he heard he voice echo through his head, those words. Mommy.
He looked to the field and saw it the real battle, Death Eaters, The Order, Aurrors...and Dumbledore! Harry saw that Dumbledore was out flanked and maybe outmatched, four Death Eaters surrounded him and Voldemort close behind each setting out their own little spells. Dumbledore couldn't have possibly held them off any longer.
He drew his sword and in his desperation a jet black thunder like beam came out and went into the nearest Death Eater, the man exploded into a bright light, but even as he exploded there was a mad glint in his eyes and his movements.
Harry sent out another desperate attempt at using the sword this time with much frustration, at it not coming out the way he wanted, he sent out a red beam and the nearest death eater crumbled to the ground and screamed in pain the scream could have wakened the dead, the body shrunk the eyes became smaller and turned red, the body was now shrivelled and through his own eyes Harry could see the man was still alive.
This was sick what was this sword doing why...how....what?
Voldemort saw Harry's frustration, pain, anger, confusion and took it as a way to destroy Harry for good and now was his time Lord Voldemort's time to destroy Harry Potter. Maybe it was time to set out his greatest new spell yet, or no....no not yet there shall be a time...it would be his last resort weapon just in case Dumbledore survived and then exploited his spell.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort.
Harry hearing these words ducked down and rolled toward Voldemort and he was now face to face with this foul creature the reason for all this pain for everyone, this damned thing made their lives miserable.
"Crucio," came Harry's almost suprised voice.
Voldemort was surprised as well, he never expected Harry to use one of those spells, but he knew in time he would but he was still surprised maybe this was why the spell hit him, a pain that Voldemort have not felt for such a long time.
Harry was surprised that the spell hit, he was even more surprised that the spell worked, it was his first time trying it out. He saw Voldemort start bending to the ground, Harry knew that pain well the shearing pain that went into the opponents mind and spread throughout their body. The hot shearing pain, Harry smirked.
Voldemort tried to stand and not bend over but every attempt the hot pain went through him even more, he finally realized to himself what was he doing he sent a counter curse back at Harry and he saw the boy skid back ward but catch his footing. Voldemort panted, and he heard Harry gasp for breath as well.
Harry felt a different kind of pain shear through him a cold feeling, but a cold burn that he couldn't explain, Voldemort had had enough of what was happening he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Harry Potter we meet again, we are once again in battle," hissed Voldemort's voice. "You have defied my plans so many times more then any other and now today is your time to die!"
"I don't think so Tom, your Death Eaters are falling, they are being captured this very moment Tom...this is your first confrontation to the end, two more to go. Harry this is it your first battle of three to the final one with Voldemort...I shall not interfere"
Instead of fear Harry felt hatred for this man that called himself Lord, he wanted to end this here and now, no more set backs, no more time, this was Voldemort's time to fly, his time to die.
"Tom I will destroy you tonight...only one of us shall survive you know that right?"
Voldemort looked at Harry with great disgust, how dare this boy call him boy his muggle name, the name that he very much detested and only had to put up with it until he graduated from Hogwarts and no one dared call him that name again.
And as if Harry knew what to say it came out of his mouth before it reached his mind, "Haha Tom you don't like that do you? Am I teasing you the so called Great Lord Voldemort you'll just be just Tom to me now haha."
Voldemort seemed to emit hate and detest at the moment and Harry was getting great pleasure out of it all, Voldemort smiled Harry Potter wouldn't be smiling after this...
Voldemort took a quick glance at Dumbledore and saw that Dumbledore was smiling, or was it...what was that smile? What did it mean, it seemed to have a meaning. That was not his worries at the moment.
"La Kedco Ava," came Voldemorts cry, he shouted the curse with a glee. The strongest curse ever, now all of the people in the field and around its areas would be demolished...even Dumbledore. Killing two birds with one stone.
Harry froze what was this spell, how come it seemed so much like the killing curse, Harry felt something from within telling him that this was much stronger then the killing curse. He didn't know what to do.
Dumbledore smiled and walked right in front of the curse smiling all the way and pointed his wand at the curse "El Sacricio."
The area seemed to spin, and turn, Harry lost his footing and fell and he drowned himself into the earth. He blacked out.
He looked into Dumbledore's eyes, everything seemed to be moving so slowly, he couldn't stand it why had Dumbledore let them fight? What did he mean by two more confrontations to go? Did Dumbledore know that he was going to die.
He looked into the old man's eyes and saw that twinkle that he hadn't seen since his first couple years at Hogwarts, he saw Dumbledore smile at him giving him courage and strength to carry on.
Harry remembered when Hogwarts had gotten taken over and Dumbledore did not come to rescue his school for the first time in his career, but yet he sent strength and hope through his own ways. When during the last day at Hogwarts how they where betrayed, Harry still remembered that day.
He looked at the old man once again, his aging skin, his twinkled eyes, his long crooked nose, the half moon spectacles, the long silver beard, slowly fading away from the light of the two spells impact. It happened too slow.
Harry tried to put his arm forward but it seemed to be on a stop and go motion, nothing seemed to move, all sound seemed lost, Harry looked into Voldemort's eyes, they where wide and they no longer looked as slits on his face but the eyes of the Tom Marvolo Riddle that he saw during his adventures in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry saw Dumbledore who seemed to be fading away, looking almost like Nearly Headless Nick but then he grew even more transparent.
Dumbledore gave Harry one last smile and he mouthed the words...Hope...and Strength...........
