Chapter 25: Lux Lucis (fight)
nyahahah sorry for the lack of updating. I'm feeling evil today. *grin* anyhow, keep reviewing. This chap may be a bit short T_T sorry
The room they entered was completely dark. Hermione almost wanted to whisper 'Lumos!' but Harry spread out his arm in front of her to stop her from doing so. 'Listen!' he whispered. Hermione listened and heard two people talking.
'My father knows what is best, my Lord, the Weasley guy is probably spying for Dumbledore,...' Hermione and Harry immediatly regonized the voice of Draco Malfoy.
'Your father may be one of the Death Eaters,... but he wasn't as loyal to me as he should've. I trust the 'weasley guy' more at this moment. You haven't forgotten how your father fleed after the Dark Mark was summoned?' They heard Draco gulp. 'My,...my father is very sorry,.. he didn't...' 'Silence! It's already very pathetic your father sends his son, but it's even more foolish he lets him apologize for him. Enough!' Voldemort hissed. There was a loud crack followed by silence.
'You can put down that cloak now, Potter' Voldemort said, low and dark. Hermione stopped breathing and Harry widened his eyes in shock. 'Yes,.. I know you are here Harry. You don't think I'm foolish, now do you? And your Mudblood friend is here as well,...' Suddenly, Harry could see a pair of red snake-like eyes in the darkness. 'Now, are you going to take off that cloak,.. or am I going to?' the sarcasm in his voice was giving Hermione goosebumps.
Trembling, Harry dropped the cloak, revealing him and Hermione. Hermione didn't hestitate to say 'Lumos!' this time. The room was small, the only things in it were an empty desk and a chair. There were no windows and it seemed as if this room wasn't opened a long time, because of it's damp air.
'There you are,...' Voldemort smirked, raising his wand dangerously. Harry grabbed his wand more tightly and pointed it directly at Voldemort's grinning face. 'You must know better by now, that you don't stand a chance against me' Voldemort noticed. '..is that so? I didn't see you defeat Harry either' Hermione said, now taking a few steps towards Voldemort. 'My, my, what a brave little girl.... let's see if you're so brave after this,... CRUCIO!'
Hermione felt how her legs lost their power to support her and she fell to the floor. Her bones, they seemed to be snapping, breaking,... it felt as if she was falling apart. But she couldn't scream. Her voice was dead. She couldn't scream because her mouth wouldn't open. Shaking, with eyes opened in shock, she hit the could floor.
'HERMIONE!!!' Harry dropped to his knees beside her. He quickly supported her head with his left hand. 'Hermione,... are you alright,...say something,...' but Hermione didn't answer. She lay in Harry's arms, eyes still opened, but not looking at him. She was sleeping with her eyes open, it seemed as if she was,..dead,...
'Ah, the poor little girl. And I thought she was so brave,... well, how do you feel Potter? Angry? Angry enough to duel with me?' Voldemort asked, slightly smiling. Harry stood up, trembling with anger. 'I am not going to duel with you. I am not going to fight you.' Voldemort raised his eyebrows. 'Then what are you going to do?' he asked. Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort's face 'I'm going to kill you.'
Harry and Voldemort both screamed 'AVADA KEDAVRA!!' at the same moment. A green flash from Harry's wand and a red flash from Voldemort's wand met eachother with a huge blast that almost made Harry fall. He resisted and gathered all his strength to stay on his feet. To gather power, Harry thought of things he hated the most. Things he needed to destroy. All the bad memories, bad feelings, bad images and situations, they all played in his head. They made him angry. He needed to stay angry. He needed to take his revenge. For everything.
Voldemort's smile was wiped off of his face. He was trying to hold his wand straight, but it was shaking, like it was giving all, like it was shaking out everything, every last bit of power. He could see Harry close his eyes, talking to himself. Trying to keep himself into the fight. Voldemort roared with anger. He could not be defeated, after all, he was the Dark Lord, the one who's name braught fear to everyone,... except to this boy. This tiny little human, this tiny little half-blood. This irritated Voldemort so much, he could keep his aim straight.
Hermione's vision became normal again, like she woke up from a nightmare. Everything hurted and she couldn't move. Not even one little muscle, almost unable to blink. She then saw Harry, standing close next to her, with closed eyes, trying to keep his aim straight. Hermione wanted to get up. She wanted to be there to support Harry, not lay around like a useless and powerless... Muggleborn. But she wasn't Muggleborn. She wasn't. She had to get up. She just had to.
And then, Hermione found the strength to get to her feet.
nyahahah sorry for the lack of updating. I'm feeling evil today. *grin* anyhow, keep reviewing. This chap may be a bit short T_T sorry
The room they entered was completely dark. Hermione almost wanted to whisper 'Lumos!' but Harry spread out his arm in front of her to stop her from doing so. 'Listen!' he whispered. Hermione listened and heard two people talking.
'My father knows what is best, my Lord, the Weasley guy is probably spying for Dumbledore,...' Hermione and Harry immediatly regonized the voice of Draco Malfoy.
'Your father may be one of the Death Eaters,... but he wasn't as loyal to me as he should've. I trust the 'weasley guy' more at this moment. You haven't forgotten how your father fleed after the Dark Mark was summoned?' They heard Draco gulp. 'My,...my father is very sorry,.. he didn't...' 'Silence! It's already very pathetic your father sends his son, but it's even more foolish he lets him apologize for him. Enough!' Voldemort hissed. There was a loud crack followed by silence.
'You can put down that cloak now, Potter' Voldemort said, low and dark. Hermione stopped breathing and Harry widened his eyes in shock. 'Yes,.. I know you are here Harry. You don't think I'm foolish, now do you? And your Mudblood friend is here as well,...' Suddenly, Harry could see a pair of red snake-like eyes in the darkness. 'Now, are you going to take off that cloak,.. or am I going to?' the sarcasm in his voice was giving Hermione goosebumps.
Trembling, Harry dropped the cloak, revealing him and Hermione. Hermione didn't hestitate to say 'Lumos!' this time. The room was small, the only things in it were an empty desk and a chair. There were no windows and it seemed as if this room wasn't opened a long time, because of it's damp air.
'There you are,...' Voldemort smirked, raising his wand dangerously. Harry grabbed his wand more tightly and pointed it directly at Voldemort's grinning face. 'You must know better by now, that you don't stand a chance against me' Voldemort noticed. '..is that so? I didn't see you defeat Harry either' Hermione said, now taking a few steps towards Voldemort. 'My, my, what a brave little girl.... let's see if you're so brave after this,... CRUCIO!'
Hermione felt how her legs lost their power to support her and she fell to the floor. Her bones, they seemed to be snapping, breaking,... it felt as if she was falling apart. But she couldn't scream. Her voice was dead. She couldn't scream because her mouth wouldn't open. Shaking, with eyes opened in shock, she hit the could floor.
'HERMIONE!!!' Harry dropped to his knees beside her. He quickly supported her head with his left hand. 'Hermione,... are you alright,...say something,...' but Hermione didn't answer. She lay in Harry's arms, eyes still opened, but not looking at him. She was sleeping with her eyes open, it seemed as if she was,..dead,...
'Ah, the poor little girl. And I thought she was so brave,... well, how do you feel Potter? Angry? Angry enough to duel with me?' Voldemort asked, slightly smiling. Harry stood up, trembling with anger. 'I am not going to duel with you. I am not going to fight you.' Voldemort raised his eyebrows. 'Then what are you going to do?' he asked. Harry pointed his wand at Voldemort's face 'I'm going to kill you.'
Harry and Voldemort both screamed 'AVADA KEDAVRA!!' at the same moment. A green flash from Harry's wand and a red flash from Voldemort's wand met eachother with a huge blast that almost made Harry fall. He resisted and gathered all his strength to stay on his feet. To gather power, Harry thought of things he hated the most. Things he needed to destroy. All the bad memories, bad feelings, bad images and situations, they all played in his head. They made him angry. He needed to stay angry. He needed to take his revenge. For everything.
Voldemort's smile was wiped off of his face. He was trying to hold his wand straight, but it was shaking, like it was giving all, like it was shaking out everything, every last bit of power. He could see Harry close his eyes, talking to himself. Trying to keep himself into the fight. Voldemort roared with anger. He could not be defeated, after all, he was the Dark Lord, the one who's name braught fear to everyone,... except to this boy. This tiny little human, this tiny little half-blood. This irritated Voldemort so much, he could keep his aim straight.
Hermione's vision became normal again, like she woke up from a nightmare. Everything hurted and she couldn't move. Not even one little muscle, almost unable to blink. She then saw Harry, standing close next to her, with closed eyes, trying to keep his aim straight. Hermione wanted to get up. She wanted to be there to support Harry, not lay around like a useless and powerless... Muggleborn. But she wasn't Muggleborn. She wasn't. She had to get up. She just had to.
And then, Hermione found the strength to get to her feet.