Voldemort and Raistlin Majere. This was the confrontation the gods of
Kyrnn had planned from the beginning.
Voldemort had no idea the power in which he faced. Thinking Raistlin the cocky one, Voldemort planned to end the fight quickly. He sent forth a quick killing curse, assuming that would be the end of the stranger in red. As the white light erupted from his wand and sailed towards Raistlin, Voldemort grinned. It was as he looked at Raistlin, wishing to see the final death throws of his opponent that Voldemort got his first idea of whom he was facing. As he looked down the end of his wand towards Raistlin, Raistlin smiled back.
As the curse approached Raistlin, he merely reached forth his hand and caught it! No one spoke. No one moved. The power of the spell continued to pulse forth light from Raistlin's clenched hand. Lupin and Sirius's mouths fell to the ground. Moody and McGonagall looked to one another for answers. The Death Eaters looked to one another for commands. Snape continued to lay motionless. Only Dumbledore retained his composure, nodding slightly in approval.
Voldemort's arm, still holding the wand and pointing at Raistlin, slowly dropped to his side. Raistlin clenched his fist tightly until all the light squeezed its way from the cracks in his fingers. The spell was no more. Raistlin slowly brushed his hands together as if to remove dirt from them.
Harry began to hear a soft whisper he thought to be on the wind. He looked to Raistlin and saw his answer. Raistlin was chanting. He was beginning his own spell.
Soon his incantations became loud enough for all to hear. The Death Eaters began to send curse after curse Raistlin's way. All of them bounced harmlessly off of him. Harry noticed that he seemed to be surrounded by a bubble, hugging close to his body. The spells were deflecting off the bubble. Harry looked at Raistlin's eyes, trying to see what he was doing. Harry had never seen a wizard within a spell as Raistlin was now. He seemed in total ecstasy!
Voldemort came at Raistlin running now. It seemed if he couldn't curse him, he would simply strangle Raistlin with his bare hands. Voldemort had never felt such anger towards another, not even Harry! When Voldemort was mere feet from Raistlin, Raistlin's head shot up from the ground and caught Voldemort within their gaze. The Dark Lord stopped in his tracks. Harry could feel the energy emanating from Raistlin's body. He seemed about to explode with power.
"You have used your stick for the last time. Where I come from, we use our hands!" Raistlin reached out and touched Voldemort's face. The Dark Lord screamed in agony. Harry had killed Professor Quirrell his first year at Hogwarts by his touch, but this was nothing as compared to what Raistlin was doing to Voldemort. Raistlin's fingerprints burned their way through Voldemort's skin. The palm of his hand began to melt the features on his face.
"Thus ends the reign of Voldemort!" Raistlin cried as he dropped his staff and struck his other hand, palm open, to Voldemort's chest. A power emanation, for that's all that could describe it, fired from Raistlin's open hand and consumed Voldemort. Raistlin slowed removed both of his hands as he watched the Dark Lord die on the dew soaked grass.
The Death Eaters, so entranced in watching the confrontation, forgot that they too were in dire peril. That was quickly reminded to them as Dumbledore sprung to action. In a matter of seconds, the Headmaster's wand was smoking from the tip as he erupted spell after spell against the remaining followers of a fallen Dark Lord. Some died and some lived, neither by intention of Dumbledore. He cared not what happened to them.
Raistlin pulled his hood up over his head and took up his fallen staff. He was tired, nearly exhausted. Harry watched as he turned his head to the sky and muttered a curse under his breath to the stars.
Not the end. Final chapter up next week!
Voldemort had no idea the power in which he faced. Thinking Raistlin the cocky one, Voldemort planned to end the fight quickly. He sent forth a quick killing curse, assuming that would be the end of the stranger in red. As the white light erupted from his wand and sailed towards Raistlin, Voldemort grinned. It was as he looked at Raistlin, wishing to see the final death throws of his opponent that Voldemort got his first idea of whom he was facing. As he looked down the end of his wand towards Raistlin, Raistlin smiled back.
As the curse approached Raistlin, he merely reached forth his hand and caught it! No one spoke. No one moved. The power of the spell continued to pulse forth light from Raistlin's clenched hand. Lupin and Sirius's mouths fell to the ground. Moody and McGonagall looked to one another for answers. The Death Eaters looked to one another for commands. Snape continued to lay motionless. Only Dumbledore retained his composure, nodding slightly in approval.
Voldemort's arm, still holding the wand and pointing at Raistlin, slowly dropped to his side. Raistlin clenched his fist tightly until all the light squeezed its way from the cracks in his fingers. The spell was no more. Raistlin slowly brushed his hands together as if to remove dirt from them.
Harry began to hear a soft whisper he thought to be on the wind. He looked to Raistlin and saw his answer. Raistlin was chanting. He was beginning his own spell.
Soon his incantations became loud enough for all to hear. The Death Eaters began to send curse after curse Raistlin's way. All of them bounced harmlessly off of him. Harry noticed that he seemed to be surrounded by a bubble, hugging close to his body. The spells were deflecting off the bubble. Harry looked at Raistlin's eyes, trying to see what he was doing. Harry had never seen a wizard within a spell as Raistlin was now. He seemed in total ecstasy!
Voldemort came at Raistlin running now. It seemed if he couldn't curse him, he would simply strangle Raistlin with his bare hands. Voldemort had never felt such anger towards another, not even Harry! When Voldemort was mere feet from Raistlin, Raistlin's head shot up from the ground and caught Voldemort within their gaze. The Dark Lord stopped in his tracks. Harry could feel the energy emanating from Raistlin's body. He seemed about to explode with power.
"You have used your stick for the last time. Where I come from, we use our hands!" Raistlin reached out and touched Voldemort's face. The Dark Lord screamed in agony. Harry had killed Professor Quirrell his first year at Hogwarts by his touch, but this was nothing as compared to what Raistlin was doing to Voldemort. Raistlin's fingerprints burned their way through Voldemort's skin. The palm of his hand began to melt the features on his face.
"Thus ends the reign of Voldemort!" Raistlin cried as he dropped his staff and struck his other hand, palm open, to Voldemort's chest. A power emanation, for that's all that could describe it, fired from Raistlin's open hand and consumed Voldemort. Raistlin slowed removed both of his hands as he watched the Dark Lord die on the dew soaked grass.
The Death Eaters, so entranced in watching the confrontation, forgot that they too were in dire peril. That was quickly reminded to them as Dumbledore sprung to action. In a matter of seconds, the Headmaster's wand was smoking from the tip as he erupted spell after spell against the remaining followers of a fallen Dark Lord. Some died and some lived, neither by intention of Dumbledore. He cared not what happened to them.
Raistlin pulled his hood up over his head and took up his fallen staff. He was tired, nearly exhausted. Harry watched as he turned his head to the sky and muttered a curse under his breath to the stars.
Not the end. Final chapter up next week!