Sorry this has taken so long. Classes suck. Anyway, one more to go and
I'll try to have it up in a couple weeks. Thanks for the patience.
The Confrontation
The boys had no more said, "Yes!" that Dumbledore led the way to the main gate. They could not go by magic; the castle's many enchantments prevented that. But in almost no time, the entire group was gathered at the front gate, waiting for Voldemort and his followers to appear.
Raistlin stood near the back, next to Harry and Ron. Ron was shaking violently, but Raistlin reached out his hand and placed it on Ron's shoulder in an attempt to calm him. His touch was very hot and Ron forced himself not to wince and pull away.
Harry stared forward, looking, waiting, and watching. What he was looking for, he didn't know. He didn't look long though. Soon, seven cloaked figures emerged from the wood. These figures were dressed in all black, their hoods pulled over their heads. From their ranks, a single figure stepped forward. He seemed larger than the others. As he reached up and removed his hood, Harry's breath seemed to be sucked away from him. Standing before him, once again, was Lord Voldemort.
Inadvertently, Harry took a step backwards. Though he could hardly see him between Snape and Dumbledore, his awfulness was almost too much to stand. This was the man that had killed his parents, and tried, though unsuccessfully to kill Harry four times. This man wanted Harry dead more than anyone ever could. And here he stood, a mere 15 feet away.
Harry was quickly shocked back to reality as Dumbledore spoke, "You are not welcome here. Leave now, or face all of us."
Voldemort laughed a cruel, heartless laugh, "I do not wish to face all of you, just two, you and the boy!"
Surprisingly, Raistlin answered this, "To take either of them, you'll have to go through me!" As he said this, he stepped forward to the front of the group.
Again, Voldemort laughed, "I do not have a quarrel with you, but I am not afraid to lay your body along side theirs! Stand aside weakling!"
This time it was Raistlin's turn to laugh. Harry would never forget that laugh. It sounded as if death itself was laughing. Ron actually covered his ears.
Dumbledore had had enough, "Raistlin, stand back. This is not your fight!"
"I am making it my fight. That is why I was sent here!"
Snape had had enough. Whether it was nerves or fear no one will ever know, but Snape struck out against Raistlin. He pulled his wand and yelled a curse. A blue streak flew from his wand and went directly for Raistlin's back.
Before Harry knew what he was doing, he was disarming Snape with his own spell. Snape flew in the air as his wand was thrown towards Raistlin's feet. Raistlin reached over, picked up the wand, and tossed it to Harry. "Hold this; I'll take care of Snape." Harry nodded. He had completely forgotten that Voldemort was still there. Luckily, Voldemort was as interested in the proceedings as anyone.
Raistlin muttered a few words under his breath as Snape gave a final shudder then fell motionless on the grass. He then turned back to Voldemort and said, "Let's finish this."
The Confrontation
The boys had no more said, "Yes!" that Dumbledore led the way to the main gate. They could not go by magic; the castle's many enchantments prevented that. But in almost no time, the entire group was gathered at the front gate, waiting for Voldemort and his followers to appear.
Raistlin stood near the back, next to Harry and Ron. Ron was shaking violently, but Raistlin reached out his hand and placed it on Ron's shoulder in an attempt to calm him. His touch was very hot and Ron forced himself not to wince and pull away.
Harry stared forward, looking, waiting, and watching. What he was looking for, he didn't know. He didn't look long though. Soon, seven cloaked figures emerged from the wood. These figures were dressed in all black, their hoods pulled over their heads. From their ranks, a single figure stepped forward. He seemed larger than the others. As he reached up and removed his hood, Harry's breath seemed to be sucked away from him. Standing before him, once again, was Lord Voldemort.
Inadvertently, Harry took a step backwards. Though he could hardly see him between Snape and Dumbledore, his awfulness was almost too much to stand. This was the man that had killed his parents, and tried, though unsuccessfully to kill Harry four times. This man wanted Harry dead more than anyone ever could. And here he stood, a mere 15 feet away.
Harry was quickly shocked back to reality as Dumbledore spoke, "You are not welcome here. Leave now, or face all of us."
Voldemort laughed a cruel, heartless laugh, "I do not wish to face all of you, just two, you and the boy!"
Surprisingly, Raistlin answered this, "To take either of them, you'll have to go through me!" As he said this, he stepped forward to the front of the group.
Again, Voldemort laughed, "I do not have a quarrel with you, but I am not afraid to lay your body along side theirs! Stand aside weakling!"
This time it was Raistlin's turn to laugh. Harry would never forget that laugh. It sounded as if death itself was laughing. Ron actually covered his ears.
Dumbledore had had enough, "Raistlin, stand back. This is not your fight!"
"I am making it my fight. That is why I was sent here!"
Snape had had enough. Whether it was nerves or fear no one will ever know, but Snape struck out against Raistlin. He pulled his wand and yelled a curse. A blue streak flew from his wand and went directly for Raistlin's back.
Before Harry knew what he was doing, he was disarming Snape with his own spell. Snape flew in the air as his wand was thrown towards Raistlin's feet. Raistlin reached over, picked up the wand, and tossed it to Harry. "Hold this; I'll take care of Snape." Harry nodded. He had completely forgotten that Voldemort was still there. Luckily, Voldemort was as interested in the proceedings as anyone.
Raistlin muttered a few words under his breath as Snape gave a final shudder then fell motionless on the grass. He then turned back to Voldemort and said, "Let's finish this."