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The Final Feast 2
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Memory Closed
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Harry woke from his memory with his eyes wide opened, his mouth slightly gapped, his pupils became smaller and his emerald green started spreading a bit of red through them. He felt himself engulfed in his own sweat, a cold sweat, when he remembered that memory it brought a cold shiver to him, it felt as if his heart had turned into ice. He felt his heart start beating again, he found himself breathing hard without noticing it.
The last feast...it was quite a memory to remember. Something he could never forget, side by side they stood tall and strong, side by side they fought, and side by side they fell. The students of Hogwarts united, the houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and even some Slytherins. The four noble houses of great witches and wizards fighting the minions of the Dark Lord. He remembered when Hermione hit him with the spell he felt betrayal, he felt hurt, he felt pain, but he did not feel anger, why did he not feel anger? Then he didn't love her, she was just his friend, could love have struck so soon, could love have blinded him from his anger? But how, this was before he felt anything for her, or was it destiny that he would fall for her? All questions to be asked and nothing to be answered.
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Memory
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With his Qudditch skills Harry rolled across the floor while pulling his wand out, he felt a jet of red shoot past him and another that hit him squarely in the chest, he flew back from the force. He felt as if his mind was wheeling, he felt the wound and felt something warm drip out, his tried looking but all he could see was white. He felt a sudden stretch of cold.
Was this dying? Hey it wasn't so bad, not as bad as he thought it would be, after he felt this if he lived he would never be afraid to die again.
"Haha," came Harry's voice echoing through the filled feast room, all stopping stopped, all eyes turned to him, through the many death eaters mask he could see the fear, Harry was crazy in the minds of the students and some teachers that where left unharmed at the moment. Harry knew he wasn't dying because the room started coming back in focus, he saw Hermione standing over him with her wand out, her eyes filled with tears full of apology. There was no need to explain he knew what they did to her, he felt that kind of control from the fake Professor Moody before he knew it was hard to control.
His laugh still echoed through the walls, and yet still all eyes were still on him, he looked into the many faces his emerald eyes piercing through them like hot knives, he looked at Neville and saw the boy shiver...was his gaze that menacing and that much of a maniac for them to be staring at him like that? He could care less right now.
He stood up holding his wand, the other free hand clutching his bleeding chest that Hermione was trying to heal, without a sudden thought he knew where to shoot his spell, he knew. He stood up straight, but while looking ahead pointed his arm wand out straight much like a one handed scare crow and.....
"Impedimenta Infragemeno" The fragment curse they made anything in its way burst into pieces, like glass breaking. A very powerful curse that he learned when he was in the dungeon of the dead, another wonderful memory ((sarcastic)).
The curse of yellow much like a lightning flew past several faces and missed several masks by mere millimetres and it seemed to twist and turn avoiding people as if it was a seeking missile aimed for one man only, one thing.
Harry heard the spell hit directly and he knew it would hit before he could even begin to say the spell. It was as if his wand was becoming one with him, or was it that IT was becoming one with him. Either way he also knew it would do no damage but he knew it would prove himself more then worthy to IT.
A shimmering shield surrounded the Dark Lord, it wavered just a bit when the spell hit, the curse was trying to break through his shield of magic known as the greatest next to Dumbledore. His eyes almost widened when parts of his magical force field started to splinter. That was a strong Fragment curse, it had to be only one person that could do it so enough to break or even think to break through his shield.
"Dumbledore," the creature breathed. Many expected hot acid to shoot from his mouth when he spoke.
Harry smiled, his arm still stretched toward Voldemort, his only turned his face toward the foul beast, his bangs falling over his face, one eye was completely covered with hair while the other shone brightly through with only slits of hair over it.
This time Voldemort's eyes really did widen, Har...Harry Potter. When did that child's spells gain so much power? When did he miss the increase of the boys magic? He couldn't believe, Voldemort had always seen Harry as much or less an equal but now he saw him his equal more then just a normal opponent, it was an opponent to be cautioned of even if he was a boy. But no....no Harry is no longer a boy, but a man. Yes a man. Voldemort smiled, he was fighting his equal now, Harry had finally tapped into his powers or the beginnings of his true powers.
Many in the room shivered when they saw the smile from Voldemort, but Harry didn't even tingle, he had nothing to fear, this was his school, and he would protect it. Harry stood up his face looking away from Voldemort, his wand at his side, he stood tall and strong, he pivoted to face Voldemort.
"One of us will die tonight Voldy and it won't be me."
Voldemort smile vanished, he felt the boiling anger.
"Purno Inferna"
Harry blocked the spell, but the fire curse grazed his arm leaving a rather burnt mark across his arm. He didn't even feel the pain, because if he did it would be in vain for his mind was so full of hate he could have died and not have known and his body would have kept on charging.
Harry ran toward Voldemort, he blasted spell after spell of the death eaters getting in his way, and every death eater that came in contact with his curses fell down and stayed down. The odds were being evened. Now there where more students then Death Eaters. When he was nearing Voldemort 3 death eaters stood in his way, they whe in a trinagle position. Harry blasted them with a single spell and the three went tumbling into the wall.
The battle around them was harsh, many students fell, and many death eaters fell, screams echoed through the walls, blood spilled onto the once clean floors. Harry almost smirked, Filch is going to have a heart attack when he sees this mess. He walked up the front stairs a couple of steps, Voldemort was at the top of the stairs. Blocking the big doors of the hall.
Harry stepped onto the small platform and he and Voldemort faced each other and bowed, the where starting to fight, with destruction just barley underneath them, Harry saw a Hufflepuff student clutch at his chest as if he was trying to scratch the curse out, he saw the way his face was twisted in fear as he slowly almost too slowly seemed to crush from within.
Voldemort launched the first attack, Harry dodged it and he shouted a curse the spell went right through him! Harry saw that at the last second the Dark Lords image seemed to be much like water. As if he was only a hologram. Voldemort took Harry's hesitation as a weapon and shot Harry in the arm with a stupefying spell that sent the boy sprawling toward the left against a wall.
Harry knew he had left himself vulnerable and cursed under his breath, he was starting to formulate a plan, he had to wait for Voldemort to shoot a curse at him though. For now he was on the rebound.
The two opponents circled each other, as spells flew at them from misfired spells, but they never touched either of them. Walls crumbled from around them chunks of Hogwarts thousand year old holdings fell from the roof like sky, it seemed as if really the sky was raining down on them, about to crush them.
A curse flew at Harry, his face light up in delight, here was his chance. he dropped to the ground and rolled toward Voldemort. He pointed his wand directly in front of Voldemort's chest. He sent a curse through his wand. He smiled knowing the battle was his.
Voldemort's eyes widned, but he was quick he disappeared and then reappeared right behind Harry. The Dark Lord saw the moment of triumph in Harry's face but saw it disappear just as quickly. He raised his own wand.
"Avada Kedavera"
Harry's face was drained from all of its color, this was it, its over he thought. Should he be happy or should he be sad, a part of him wanted it to end, but an even stronger part told him he must hold on.
A body flew over him, and pushed him out the way, Harry's face become rigid who...oh no...no...no.......
"Hermione!!! NOOOO"
Hermione's body fell to the ground, Harry saw that part of her robes where torn, she fell to the ground slowly, her eyes open wide as if she saw a bloody ghost from the dormant place of hell itself. Her eyes teary eyed, but she had a smile on that he would never forget. He tried smiling back but he was in too much confusion to know how to, it was as if he forgot, he rushed toward her as she fell. Too slow...much too slow.
He caught her head and then as if his memory came back he remembered how to smile, his face was twisted in a form he didn't know. He then remembered something he never though of. There was only one other student that was there at the final feast of the 7th years on accident...Ginny. But then he was in too much confusion to really care what was going on. He now remembered the way her face was twisted, in anger, hate, and jealousy.
But all he could remember was him saying Hermione's name.
"Hermione!"
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Memory Closed
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