Harry tried to fight of the Imperious Curse, but his will was becoming weaker with
every curse he cast. He turned to the next death eater, his 'guinea pig.'
"Crucio!" The man crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony.
"Well done Harry. This time you cast the curse without any help from me." Harry
stared at him in horror. "Let us see if you are able to cast the worst of them all."
Voldemort snapped his fingers and a death eater walked up from the farthest row and
swung it's hood away from it's face.
It was Bellatrix Lestrange.
A sad Remus Lupin entered the room and saw the two men, a woman and the
centuar standing at a bedside. "What's going on? Severus wouldn't tell me anything." At
his words, both men turned from the bed to him. He had eyes only for one of them,
though. "James?" He said in a strangled whisper.
"Moony." James said in return and headed toward his friend.
"How?"
"It is a long story." James replied, embracing Remus. Now Remus got a full view of
the boy lying in the bed.
"Harry!" Remus exclaimed, rushing to the bed. "What happened?" James looked
toward the bed, his brow furrowed in worry.
"I don't like this. First he was screaming, now he is so still." James added.
"We need to do the ceremony immediately." Dumbledore said with urgency in his voice.
"James, lay down onto the bed beside Harry. Sybill, you take James' hand while I take
Harry's and we connect the circle. Everyone, we will now go into a trance. Forget not what
I have instructed." Firenze said and began to chant.
Although Harry had denied the pleasure at causing pain, he could not deny the need
to kill the woman before him. It was her fault that Sirius no longer lived. She had been the
one to cast the stunning spell which through his godfather into the veil of death, and now
he was being given the chance for revenge by his very enemy, Voldemort. Slowly Harry
raised his wand his lips beginning to form the words: "Ava . . . no!" Surprise made itself
known throughout the ranks. Voldemort however just chuckled, seemingly amused.
"Harry, Harry, you know that you want to. Go ahead. No one but my death eaters and
I will ever know, and I promise that we will not tell another living soul."
"No! I do not want to become like you!" Harry protested, but he felt the walls of
resistance beginning to crumble and his wand arm stayed raised. What decided the matter
was the laughter of one Mistress Lestrange.
"It seems that little Harry is scared. It is a good thing that I put Sirius out of his misery,
he would otherwise be very disappointed in you." Harry's body shook with anger.
"Voldemort, when I kill her on this dimension, will she die in the real world?"
"Look how his body is shaking." Remus said quietly to Dumbledore. "Is that the
effects of any curse you know of?"
"No, it looks like the affect of withheld emotion." His mentor told him quietly.
"This is bad, right?"
"Let us hope that James gets to his son in time." The fear was heard quite clearly in
the old man's voice.
The dark Lord's nod was all that Harry needed. "Avada Kedavra!" Everything seemed
to go in slow motion. Beside him a man appeared, but this knowledge did not seem to
affect him. His wand erupted green light as the words were clearly and slowly spoken. The
death eater's face showed horrified surprise, she had not expected to actually die this day.
On Voldemort's face a wide grin broke out.
"Harry!" The man who had appeared just moments before, came to his side and
gripped his arm.
"Leave my protégé alone, Potter." Voldemort's voice came out menacing. "Come here
Harry and take your place by my side." Harry looked into his father's eyes a moment and
winked. James' eyebrows rose an inch, but he did not say a word. Slowly, Harry turned and
went up to kneel before the dark Lord.
"My Lord, I have now seen the errors of my beliefs" He said. "and must thank you."
"Why my son, whatever for?" Voldemort's voice was smug, he knew of course that he
had gained a supporter, the strongest wizard there was after himself.
"You have taught me something that I never would have been able to learn by
Dumbledore." Now Voldemort did look surprised.
"And what is that."
"Emotionless deception." Voldemort didn't know what hit him as Harry quickly raised his
wand and shouted the words: "Avada Kedavra." Quickly he rushed to his father. "How did
you get here?" James closed his eyes and concentrated on the infirmary.
"Shit! The link is too weak. We are stuck."
"They are not able to come back." Firenze's deep voice sounded through the shocked
silence. "We need more people to strengthen the link."
Remus stepped uncertainly forward. "Would the powers of a werewolf help?"
"Yes, but not enough. We need at least one other person with the ability to see."
Firenze said.
"Poppy, go fetch Ms. Patil. I believe Sybill once said that she had the gift of sight."
Dumbledore ordered.
"What is the matter with them?" Harry asked in a low voice as he stared at the death
eaters jerking on the ground.
"Now that Voldemort has been destroyed, the connection that had been raised
between his servants and himself has been severely severed. This must be very painful for
them." James replied just as quietly. "Now Harry, how are you in duelling?"
"Well enough." The boy responded. Harry looked at his father closely. It spoke
volumes to him that his father had come to rescue him in a time of great need. "Dad?"
James jerked and looked at his son in hope. "I am sorry for the way I have treated you. If
we ever get out, would you like to try over?"
James grabbed his son in a hug. "Oh, Harry, I had just about given up hope. No, it is
my fault. Would you ever forgive me for not going back?" Harry just nodded and hugged
his father tighter. Suddenly James let go. "They are coming back and they are going to be
pissed." He nodded toward where a few death eaters had managed to stand up.
"Yes, sir!" Harry said cheekily and stupefied the death eater nearest him.
The infirmary was full of students. All of them had come to help Harry Potter. "What is
the meaning of this?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, professor." Hermione said. "As Madame Pomfrey told us what was going on, we
rounded every one from divination together and decided to come to help."
"Well children, I don't know . . ." Remus began.
"Remus, let the children come in. Even though they may have very little talent, all the
willing help we get will help." Firenze said. About 25 students now shuffled into the
infirmary, staring at the famous Harry Potter. "Okay students, everyone grab the other's
hand and concentrate on Harry." The room fell silent as Firenze once again started to chant.
James and Harry were surrounded, it looked to be their last few minutes to live.
Suddenly James grabbed Harry's upper arm. "It's time." He said. Harry looked at the death
eaters who had seemed to be stunned to silence.
"Well, it was great playing with you guys, but the sun is setting and we need to go
home." Then they disappeared from the plane.
The End
Ilovethestorys -- Thank you for your helpful critik. I went through again and tried to
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