Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 33
After Harry and Ron had knocked Voldemort over it had taken him a moment to re-collect himself. Ron had landed on top of Voldemort, making it impossible for Voldemort to reach his wand that Harry had knocked a few feet away. Luckily for Voldemort Lucius Malfoy had seen this predicament and ran to his master's rescue. Sirius came running after Lucius, but by the time he reached Malfoy, Ron had been pushed out of the way and the wand returned to Voldemort. Sirius tried to help Harry and Ron, but was distracted by Lucius.
Harry had fallen victim to the Cruciatius curse many times in the course of the hour they had been fighting for. Ron had sprained his wrist from when he had been thrown to the side by Voldemort and tried to break his fall. Harry turned to Voldemort.
"Leave him alone! Your fight is with me! Come on! Come get me! It was me who left you as a mere figure-less form. Not Ron! Me!" Harry paused as he watched Voldemort turn from Ron to himself. Ron was half-lying, half sitting as he cradled his arm. Harry's fingers tightened on the wand as Voldemort approached. He licked his lips and suddenly an idea came to him.
* * *
At that very moment, across the floor Remus was beating Wormtail easily.
"Just like when we were at school, eh, Peter?" Remus demanded as they fought on the crumbling stairs.
"You were always terrible at Duelling. In fact you were terrible at everything. The only reason you actually passed all those years in Hogwarts were because James, Sirius and I helped you! And look at how you repay us! We befriended you when no one else would, we were always good to you and we included you in everything we did. James and Lily invited you to their wedding. You were supposed to be our best friend, ready to die for us, like we would have for you!" Remus growled. It was a rare time when Remus lost his temper, but when he did the results were terrible. Remus was furious with what Peter had done to his friends and, now that he was face to face with Peter for the second time since he found out that Peter was guilty, Remus could barely control his anger.
"You don't understand, you couldn't. I was never like you, Sirius or James. You guys were brave, could handle anything. I couldn't, I can't." Wormtail tried to excuse himself.
"That is no excuse, Peter!" Remus yelled loudly, "If we were truly your friends, you would not have betrayed us so. Traitor!" He hissed under his breath. Wormtail took a step back as he saw the fire in Remus' eyes. Suddenly Wormtail was aware of something. For the first time in his life, he had his own idea of how to get out of the situation on top. Remus watched as a slow grin spread across Wormtail's face.
"My dear, Mooney." He said quietly, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "I tire of this sport. Let us say good-bye and part. So, Mooney, ol' pal, good- bye."
* * *
Meanwhile Hermione was struggling to hold her own against the blue-eyed boy. He was very quick on his feet and well trained in Duelling. She found that at times it felt like her feet were made of lead. Hermione dodged a stunning curse and glanced to the side. She saw Ron and Harry struggling with Voldemort. Her heart wished that she could be there helping them against the most feared wizard in the world, but she couldn't figure out how to out-smart the guy that was after her. She saw Sirius and Lucius battling on the side of the hill, in the shadows. Hermione ducked behind a pillar and tried to catch her breath. She heard him calling her name, chiding her, teasing her.
"Hermione! Come out, come out where ever you are! Don't you want to play? I'm enjoying this immensely! Maybe, though, you have realised that you can't win and you just want to be put out of your misery. Shame, I must admit. You are good at Duelling and this has been good fun, but maybe you're right. Maybe it's time to put an end to it. I need to help my Lord. It seems that your little friends are giving his some trouble. It's that red-head I'll take off his hands. Then my Lord can turn to the Boy-Who- Robbed-Him and get his own at last!" Hermione closed her eyes, a sick feeling coming over her. It was the fact that Ron and Harry were together that kept them from being seriously hurt or killed. They needed each other, they needed Hermione too. She couldn't let the boy get away to break them up.
*Okay, Hermione, it's either now, or never. Your friends need you. Go for it!* Hermione leapt out from behind the pillar and attacked him, much to his surprise, with a new fire kindling inside her.
* * *
At the exact same time that Harry was preparing to save Ron's and possibly his own life, the same time Remus was finding himself caught in a plan of Wormtail's and the exact moment Hermione was planning her attack, Sirius and Lucius were fighting at the side of the hill. Sirius had it so that Lucius was in front of him, slightly below him according to the slope of the hill. Sirius faced downhill as he drove Lucius under him. Lucius realised what a terrible position he was in. Sirius had the upper hand because Lucius was too far down the hill and was below Sirius. Lucius was struggling to correct the situation so that it was Sirius who was under him, with no avail. Sirius knew that triumph was upon him and he stepped forward for the final blow.
After Harry and Ron had knocked Voldemort over it had taken him a moment to re-collect himself. Ron had landed on top of Voldemort, making it impossible for Voldemort to reach his wand that Harry had knocked a few feet away. Luckily for Voldemort Lucius Malfoy had seen this predicament and ran to his master's rescue. Sirius came running after Lucius, but by the time he reached Malfoy, Ron had been pushed out of the way and the wand returned to Voldemort. Sirius tried to help Harry and Ron, but was distracted by Lucius.
Harry had fallen victim to the Cruciatius curse many times in the course of the hour they had been fighting for. Ron had sprained his wrist from when he had been thrown to the side by Voldemort and tried to break his fall. Harry turned to Voldemort.
"Leave him alone! Your fight is with me! Come on! Come get me! It was me who left you as a mere figure-less form. Not Ron! Me!" Harry paused as he watched Voldemort turn from Ron to himself. Ron was half-lying, half sitting as he cradled his arm. Harry's fingers tightened on the wand as Voldemort approached. He licked his lips and suddenly an idea came to him.
* * *
At that very moment, across the floor Remus was beating Wormtail easily.
"Just like when we were at school, eh, Peter?" Remus demanded as they fought on the crumbling stairs.
"You were always terrible at Duelling. In fact you were terrible at everything. The only reason you actually passed all those years in Hogwarts were because James, Sirius and I helped you! And look at how you repay us! We befriended you when no one else would, we were always good to you and we included you in everything we did. James and Lily invited you to their wedding. You were supposed to be our best friend, ready to die for us, like we would have for you!" Remus growled. It was a rare time when Remus lost his temper, but when he did the results were terrible. Remus was furious with what Peter had done to his friends and, now that he was face to face with Peter for the second time since he found out that Peter was guilty, Remus could barely control his anger.
"You don't understand, you couldn't. I was never like you, Sirius or James. You guys were brave, could handle anything. I couldn't, I can't." Wormtail tried to excuse himself.
"That is no excuse, Peter!" Remus yelled loudly, "If we were truly your friends, you would not have betrayed us so. Traitor!" He hissed under his breath. Wormtail took a step back as he saw the fire in Remus' eyes. Suddenly Wormtail was aware of something. For the first time in his life, he had his own idea of how to get out of the situation on top. Remus watched as a slow grin spread across Wormtail's face.
"My dear, Mooney." He said quietly, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "I tire of this sport. Let us say good-bye and part. So, Mooney, ol' pal, good- bye."
* * *
Meanwhile Hermione was struggling to hold her own against the blue-eyed boy. He was very quick on his feet and well trained in Duelling. She found that at times it felt like her feet were made of lead. Hermione dodged a stunning curse and glanced to the side. She saw Ron and Harry struggling with Voldemort. Her heart wished that she could be there helping them against the most feared wizard in the world, but she couldn't figure out how to out-smart the guy that was after her. She saw Sirius and Lucius battling on the side of the hill, in the shadows. Hermione ducked behind a pillar and tried to catch her breath. She heard him calling her name, chiding her, teasing her.
"Hermione! Come out, come out where ever you are! Don't you want to play? I'm enjoying this immensely! Maybe, though, you have realised that you can't win and you just want to be put out of your misery. Shame, I must admit. You are good at Duelling and this has been good fun, but maybe you're right. Maybe it's time to put an end to it. I need to help my Lord. It seems that your little friends are giving his some trouble. It's that red-head I'll take off his hands. Then my Lord can turn to the Boy-Who- Robbed-Him and get his own at last!" Hermione closed her eyes, a sick feeling coming over her. It was the fact that Ron and Harry were together that kept them from being seriously hurt or killed. They needed each other, they needed Hermione too. She couldn't let the boy get away to break them up.
*Okay, Hermione, it's either now, or never. Your friends need you. Go for it!* Hermione leapt out from behind the pillar and attacked him, much to his surprise, with a new fire kindling inside her.
* * *
At the exact same time that Harry was preparing to save Ron's and possibly his own life, the same time Remus was finding himself caught in a plan of Wormtail's and the exact moment Hermione was planning her attack, Sirius and Lucius were fighting at the side of the hill. Sirius had it so that Lucius was in front of him, slightly below him according to the slope of the hill. Sirius faced downhill as he drove Lucius under him. Lucius realised what a terrible position he was in. Sirius had the upper hand because Lucius was too far down the hill and was below Sirius. Lucius was struggling to correct the situation so that it was Sirius who was under him, with no avail. Sirius knew that triumph was upon him and he stepped forward for the final blow.