~~~~~~~Chapter 7--The Downfall of the Dark Lord Part 2The Reign is Over
Harry and Bill where surrounded by Death Eaters. A Circle had formed around them, and they had no escape.
"Accio Wands" Voldemort said pointing to Harry and Bill's wands.
They were unarmed, and outnumbered.
"My contact was a double. I'm sorry Harry." Bill muttered, though Voldemort heard him.
"Its OK, we'll get out of here." Harry muttered back, looking for a way out. The door behind them had sealed itself magically, and they were surrounded. Harry began to unstitch the hem of his cloak.
"Ah, you think you were betrayed. Incorrect. My boy, your "contact" was a terrible Death Eater. I gave him the information you have, knowing he would tell you. You would undoubtedly run to Harry Potter to try and take me down."
"You think you've won, because there are more of you. You have merely saved us the trouble of having to find you." Harry spat, still fiddling with his robe stitching, though he did it so nobody could see.
"A bit cocky are you Harry? Well, if you are so sure of your self, then lets see how you plan to save your friend here." As Voldemort raised his wand, Harry finally managed to do what he was trying. He made a hole in his robes, and out of it came his spare wand, which was stitched into this hem of his sleeve.
"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort yelled.
"Reflectus Chimero." Harry yelled only seconds after.
Out of Harry's wand, shot a large lion, and it went right into the path of Voldemort's killing curse. They lion was killed, and vanished, however the curse was destroyed.
Harry then wheeled around, and said
"Forgemus Concreto."
And out of nowere, a giant wall was conjured around them. It was just in time, as about 30 or so killing spells had just collided with it. Half of it was blown to pieces, but it gave Bill time to get out his wand, and Harry time to cast another spell.
"Visuacus Removal." Harry said again, and all the lights were gone. The only thing hat could be seen was Flashes of light as spells were being cast.
"Multiplificus Projecto" Bill and Harry said at the same time, and they were shot out from behind the crumbling wall, and ran towards a corridor.
"They're running, don't let them get to the Room of Day." Voldemort shouted, and the Death Eaters pelted after Bill and Harry.
Rather they pelted after what they thought was Bill and Harry, but after a few seconds, they began to scream:
"It was a trick, they're not over here."
Harry and Bill had projected mirror miages of themselves. Though only whisps of smoke, it had given them enough time to get to a better hiding spot. They dove into the neareast room they could find.
"That was dam close man." Bill gasped.
"No time to talk, keep moving." Harry said.
And they continued to run. It seemed like forever. The corridor was apparently as big as the Entrance Hall to Hogwarts. Someone might train for cross country in here, Harry thought.
Finally they reached the end of the huge corridor. They arrived a room. The doorway had Emaralds, Diamonds, Rubies, and other precious stones, engraved in the arch. It was the most expensive doorway Harry had ever seen. Bill, not so amazed, opened the door, and walked in.
Inside this room were a ton of rows of books, parchment, quills, ink, desks, lear-it-alls, and other things. It was like a classroom. As if something was being taught here.
Then Harry realized it. Death Eater training facility. This was were people went from bad to evil. Were they learned how to be heartless, and cruel. Were they were taught how to kill families, like the one Harry stumbled upon eleven years ago.
Harry and Bill had been discussing a plan. If they were going to face Voldemort, they had to do it sneekily. It had to be something he would over-look. After discussing it, they decided that their plan would work.
After barely having enough time to execute their plan, the door knob started to turn. The door opened, and before they could even see who had come in, the figure was gone.
Behind a shelf of ink came a cold voice. It was filled with hate.
"You evaded me yet again Harry Potter. You have managed to slipped through my fingers once more. Add that to the sheet of tallies, and it would be a large count. Yet I will end it here. One of us shall walk out of the room, leaving the other's dead body. It shall be I who survives. You will meet your maker today Harry Potter."
And with that, Voldemort raised his wand, and moved all the shelves aside. He was staring at Harry, and to Harry it seemed forever, and yet Harry and Voldemort's wands rose at the same time.
"Moontromus" Harry said.
"Winkumtellor" Voldemort said at the exact same time.
Harry's spell was aimed directly at the shelves Voldemort had moved to the side. Voldemort's spell was going straight to Harry. They both hit their targets.
Harry's spell caused a piece of the metal shelf to detatch itself, and magicaly swing like a bat, right into Voldemort's stomach. It was a forceful swing, which might even have roken his ribs.
Voldemort was thrown back 8 feet, and hit the wall at fool force. He muttered some words, and healed himself.
Harry was hit right in the chest, and was thrown back into the wall, then fell forward onto the floor. When he hit the floor however, Harry was brought back up, and thrown again against the wall. Now there was a hole 8 feet deep that Harry had made in the wall.
Harry did similiar to Voldemort, and healed himself. Then before the other knew it, they cast spells at each other once more.
"Refractus Metallico." Harry said.
"Timfanus Medusco." Voldemort replied.
Again, jets of light shot out of their wands. Voldemort's was aimed at Harry, but Harry was ready this time, and conjured up the same kind of wall he used to save Bill and himself, when they were caught earlier.
The spell was too powerful, and went through the wall, though it lost most of its effect, Harry was still hit in the stomach, and thrown back again.
Voldemort dodged Harry's spell, than said.
"Your end is near. Crucio."
The spell hit Harry right in the head. It was like being stabbed with one-thousand knives, one-thousand times. It hurt so bad, that Harry's scar had split open, and he was bleeding severely from it.
Harry was on the floor, but he was trying to cast a spell. "Expel-" "Expelia-"
He couldn't do it.
"Ah, to weak to fight Harry. Well, thats too bad. This is going to be a slow death Harry. I would do it quick, but seing you defeated is too much to pass up."
"Mortificus Commenco."
A jet of light shot out of the wand, and hit Harry in the chest. He fainted.
"Hahahaha. I told you Harry Potter, your life is over. I am the more powerful. I am the more deserving. After all this time, it ends now."
"Avada Keda-" Before Voldemort could finish the curse, Bill stepped out from behind a shelf, and cried
"Expeliarmus!" Bill was too quick. The jet of light hit Voldemort in his head.
Voldemort was sent back. He landed 7 feet away from were he had started, and glared at Bill menacingly.
"My Death Eater told me that he had caught you. Wormtail betrayed me."
"Well, he has always owed me his life. I guess he thought that he could end that debt by doing that. I must say it proved most helpful."
"What are you talking about, ignorant boy. The only one who saved him was the fool over there. The one who is dying right now." Voldemort moved only one eye towards Harry, and kept the other focused on Bill.
"Only half right. You killed my parents. You killed my closest friends. YOU did that, and now you're going to pay for it. Your going to pay for all of that with your life. Your going to Its over. Its the end of your reign. No more darkness. No more fear. IT ENDS NOW!" Harry raised his wand.
"Dreamsedorsith" Bill yelled, and Voldemort took his last real breath. Bill knew what he had to do. He had Voldemort's soul. It was like he had just given VOldemort the Dementor's Kiss.
It was a spell that only few people knew about. Only 17 or so people knew how to use it, or that it even existed. But it was what he wanted. VOldemort didn't deserve to die. Harry wanted him to rot, like an empty vessel. And so it was.
Harry had control of Voldemort's soul. It was their, under his control, and he had to work fast.
"Bill! Bill! Wake up."
"Harry, you have to do it now. I'm going to die in a few seconds. Thank you Harry, you saved my brother. Thank you."
"You saved me Bill, your not going out like this."
"Don't be stupid. You know this is the only way. How else can you ensure he doesn't come back? You can't, now do it!"
Harry knew he was right. There was no other way. He switched bodies back with Bill, so Bill was back to his normal body, and instead of Harry's body feeling the effects of Voldemort's curse, it was Bill's.
"I'm sorry Bill, I really am."
"Don't be Harry, its what needs to be done. It is how Sirius would have wanted it."
And with that, Harry sent Voldemort's soul into Bill's body, and watched Bill die with the evil soul.
How Harry got out of the castle, he couldn't explain, but he had managed it. He got out, and told the world that it was over. The news spread fast enough, and everybody was cheering like that had 27 years earlier.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So you performed a switching spell, and Bill was in your body, as you were in his. Quite brilliant really. And Harry, Bill was right. There was no other way. You had to make sure that his soul could not be revived, and letting it die, was the only way. You did the right thing.
And that spell you cast, it was the equivalent to a Dementor's Kiss? I've never heard of such a spell. In fact, I think only a few people would know of its existence, for it is a very poerful incantation."
Harry nodded. He was still feeling the shock. Bill had been lost. He was killed in battle.
Harry had not told anybdoy about what really happened. Everybody thought Bill was killed on work for the Order. Harry never corrected them. He felt guilty for this, but he wanted to keep this secret inside him forever. He wanted to hide it from Ron, from Mrs. Weasley, from everyone.
He wanted to hold it, but it was a bomb that just went off. He could no longer hide his emotions, and a tear could be seen in his eye.
"Harry, you must understand that Bill has died in the most honorable way. He gave his life, so that millions of others wouldn't have to. He wanted it that way. Its the only way he could be happy with himself."
Harry could only nod again. He was still sad. Very sad. He had told Dumbledore, and it made his shoulders feel like they were feather-light, instead of being pulled down. It was a relief.
"I want you to come to me when your ready. When you can tell the world what you told me, I want you to let me know. They need to know, but only when your ready."
"Okay Headmaster. I will." And with that he departed. He wanted to go put this memory back in the pensieve, to be done with it. He didn't though. He needed to think on it. To understand it all. Harry needed this memory for closure.
He needed it, because he needed someone. He needed a friend, and Bill was that friend. Memory or not, it was Bill who Harry had. Yet Harry knew, that he would need more than a memory now. He needed Hermione.
Harry and Bill where surrounded by Death Eaters. A Circle had formed around them, and they had no escape.
"Accio Wands" Voldemort said pointing to Harry and Bill's wands.
They were unarmed, and outnumbered.
"My contact was a double. I'm sorry Harry." Bill muttered, though Voldemort heard him.
"Its OK, we'll get out of here." Harry muttered back, looking for a way out. The door behind them had sealed itself magically, and they were surrounded. Harry began to unstitch the hem of his cloak.
"Ah, you think you were betrayed. Incorrect. My boy, your "contact" was a terrible Death Eater. I gave him the information you have, knowing he would tell you. You would undoubtedly run to Harry Potter to try and take me down."
"You think you've won, because there are more of you. You have merely saved us the trouble of having to find you." Harry spat, still fiddling with his robe stitching, though he did it so nobody could see.
"A bit cocky are you Harry? Well, if you are so sure of your self, then lets see how you plan to save your friend here." As Voldemort raised his wand, Harry finally managed to do what he was trying. He made a hole in his robes, and out of it came his spare wand, which was stitched into this hem of his sleeve.
"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort yelled.
"Reflectus Chimero." Harry yelled only seconds after.
Out of Harry's wand, shot a large lion, and it went right into the path of Voldemort's killing curse. They lion was killed, and vanished, however the curse was destroyed.
Harry then wheeled around, and said
"Forgemus Concreto."
And out of nowere, a giant wall was conjured around them. It was just in time, as about 30 or so killing spells had just collided with it. Half of it was blown to pieces, but it gave Bill time to get out his wand, and Harry time to cast another spell.
"Visuacus Removal." Harry said again, and all the lights were gone. The only thing hat could be seen was Flashes of light as spells were being cast.
"Multiplificus Projecto" Bill and Harry said at the same time, and they were shot out from behind the crumbling wall, and ran towards a corridor.
"They're running, don't let them get to the Room of Day." Voldemort shouted, and the Death Eaters pelted after Bill and Harry.
Rather they pelted after what they thought was Bill and Harry, but after a few seconds, they began to scream:
"It was a trick, they're not over here."
Harry and Bill had projected mirror miages of themselves. Though only whisps of smoke, it had given them enough time to get to a better hiding spot. They dove into the neareast room they could find.
"That was dam close man." Bill gasped.
"No time to talk, keep moving." Harry said.
And they continued to run. It seemed like forever. The corridor was apparently as big as the Entrance Hall to Hogwarts. Someone might train for cross country in here, Harry thought.
Finally they reached the end of the huge corridor. They arrived a room. The doorway had Emaralds, Diamonds, Rubies, and other precious stones, engraved in the arch. It was the most expensive doorway Harry had ever seen. Bill, not so amazed, opened the door, and walked in.
Inside this room were a ton of rows of books, parchment, quills, ink, desks, lear-it-alls, and other things. It was like a classroom. As if something was being taught here.
Then Harry realized it. Death Eater training facility. This was were people went from bad to evil. Were they learned how to be heartless, and cruel. Were they were taught how to kill families, like the one Harry stumbled upon eleven years ago.
Harry and Bill had been discussing a plan. If they were going to face Voldemort, they had to do it sneekily. It had to be something he would over-look. After discussing it, they decided that their plan would work.
After barely having enough time to execute their plan, the door knob started to turn. The door opened, and before they could even see who had come in, the figure was gone.
Behind a shelf of ink came a cold voice. It was filled with hate.
"You evaded me yet again Harry Potter. You have managed to slipped through my fingers once more. Add that to the sheet of tallies, and it would be a large count. Yet I will end it here. One of us shall walk out of the room, leaving the other's dead body. It shall be I who survives. You will meet your maker today Harry Potter."
And with that, Voldemort raised his wand, and moved all the shelves aside. He was staring at Harry, and to Harry it seemed forever, and yet Harry and Voldemort's wands rose at the same time.
"Moontromus" Harry said.
"Winkumtellor" Voldemort said at the exact same time.
Harry's spell was aimed directly at the shelves Voldemort had moved to the side. Voldemort's spell was going straight to Harry. They both hit their targets.
Harry's spell caused a piece of the metal shelf to detatch itself, and magicaly swing like a bat, right into Voldemort's stomach. It was a forceful swing, which might even have roken his ribs.
Voldemort was thrown back 8 feet, and hit the wall at fool force. He muttered some words, and healed himself.
Harry was hit right in the chest, and was thrown back into the wall, then fell forward onto the floor. When he hit the floor however, Harry was brought back up, and thrown again against the wall. Now there was a hole 8 feet deep that Harry had made in the wall.
Harry did similiar to Voldemort, and healed himself. Then before the other knew it, they cast spells at each other once more.
"Refractus Metallico." Harry said.
"Timfanus Medusco." Voldemort replied.
Again, jets of light shot out of their wands. Voldemort's was aimed at Harry, but Harry was ready this time, and conjured up the same kind of wall he used to save Bill and himself, when they were caught earlier.
The spell was too powerful, and went through the wall, though it lost most of its effect, Harry was still hit in the stomach, and thrown back again.
Voldemort dodged Harry's spell, than said.
"Your end is near. Crucio."
The spell hit Harry right in the head. It was like being stabbed with one-thousand knives, one-thousand times. It hurt so bad, that Harry's scar had split open, and he was bleeding severely from it.
Harry was on the floor, but he was trying to cast a spell. "Expel-" "Expelia-"
He couldn't do it.
"Ah, to weak to fight Harry. Well, thats too bad. This is going to be a slow death Harry. I would do it quick, but seing you defeated is too much to pass up."
"Mortificus Commenco."
A jet of light shot out of the wand, and hit Harry in the chest. He fainted.
"Hahahaha. I told you Harry Potter, your life is over. I am the more powerful. I am the more deserving. After all this time, it ends now."
"Avada Keda-" Before Voldemort could finish the curse, Bill stepped out from behind a shelf, and cried
"Expeliarmus!" Bill was too quick. The jet of light hit Voldemort in his head.
Voldemort was sent back. He landed 7 feet away from were he had started, and glared at Bill menacingly.
"My Death Eater told me that he had caught you. Wormtail betrayed me."
"Well, he has always owed me his life. I guess he thought that he could end that debt by doing that. I must say it proved most helpful."
"What are you talking about, ignorant boy. The only one who saved him was the fool over there. The one who is dying right now." Voldemort moved only one eye towards Harry, and kept the other focused on Bill.
"Only half right. You killed my parents. You killed my closest friends. YOU did that, and now you're going to pay for it. Your going to pay for all of that with your life. Your going to Its over. Its the end of your reign. No more darkness. No more fear. IT ENDS NOW!" Harry raised his wand.
"Dreamsedorsith" Bill yelled, and Voldemort took his last real breath. Bill knew what he had to do. He had Voldemort's soul. It was like he had just given VOldemort the Dementor's Kiss.
It was a spell that only few people knew about. Only 17 or so people knew how to use it, or that it even existed. But it was what he wanted. VOldemort didn't deserve to die. Harry wanted him to rot, like an empty vessel. And so it was.
Harry had control of Voldemort's soul. It was their, under his control, and he had to work fast.
"Bill! Bill! Wake up."
"Harry, you have to do it now. I'm going to die in a few seconds. Thank you Harry, you saved my brother. Thank you."
"You saved me Bill, your not going out like this."
"Don't be stupid. You know this is the only way. How else can you ensure he doesn't come back? You can't, now do it!"
Harry knew he was right. There was no other way. He switched bodies back with Bill, so Bill was back to his normal body, and instead of Harry's body feeling the effects of Voldemort's curse, it was Bill's.
"I'm sorry Bill, I really am."
"Don't be Harry, its what needs to be done. It is how Sirius would have wanted it."
And with that, Harry sent Voldemort's soul into Bill's body, and watched Bill die with the evil soul.
How Harry got out of the castle, he couldn't explain, but he had managed it. He got out, and told the world that it was over. The news spread fast enough, and everybody was cheering like that had 27 years earlier.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So you performed a switching spell, and Bill was in your body, as you were in his. Quite brilliant really. And Harry, Bill was right. There was no other way. You had to make sure that his soul could not be revived, and letting it die, was the only way. You did the right thing.
And that spell you cast, it was the equivalent to a Dementor's Kiss? I've never heard of such a spell. In fact, I think only a few people would know of its existence, for it is a very poerful incantation."
Harry nodded. He was still feeling the shock. Bill had been lost. He was killed in battle.
Harry had not told anybdoy about what really happened. Everybody thought Bill was killed on work for the Order. Harry never corrected them. He felt guilty for this, but he wanted to keep this secret inside him forever. He wanted to hide it from Ron, from Mrs. Weasley, from everyone.
He wanted to hold it, but it was a bomb that just went off. He could no longer hide his emotions, and a tear could be seen in his eye.
"Harry, you must understand that Bill has died in the most honorable way. He gave his life, so that millions of others wouldn't have to. He wanted it that way. Its the only way he could be happy with himself."
Harry could only nod again. He was still sad. Very sad. He had told Dumbledore, and it made his shoulders feel like they were feather-light, instead of being pulled down. It was a relief.
"I want you to come to me when your ready. When you can tell the world what you told me, I want you to let me know. They need to know, but only when your ready."
"Okay Headmaster. I will." And with that he departed. He wanted to go put this memory back in the pensieve, to be done with it. He didn't though. He needed to think on it. To understand it all. Harry needed this memory for closure.
He needed it, because he needed someone. He needed a friend, and Bill was that friend. Memory or not, it was Bill who Harry had. Yet Harry knew, that he would need more than a memory now. He needed Hermione.