Disclamer: Don't own it, pray for it everynight
A/N: The only reason I'm still writing this story is for Trinity. Thanks for the review for the last chapter. This only has a couple chapters left but I've already got planes for a new fan fic that Missi is going to co-author. You all really make me sad by not reviewing so the chapters are going to keep coming slower and slower. Hope you enjoy this one!
Chapter 7:
Harry stayed on the ground facing the floor, breathing hard. He couldn't hear anything except his own heart beat. He and Hermione had been caught by Voldemort in the middle of the mission and Harry was being forced to make a demented decision, whom to kill, Ron or Hermione. With no options left he had thrown himself on the floor to retrieve the time turner after Voldemort had cast it aside and had gone back in time one hour.
"Oh no," Harry said out loud. Voldemort had his own time turner, it looked exactly like Harry's and, he would more than likely come after him. Harry lifted himself off the floor and looked around. The room looked the same as it would an hour in the future. It was fairly large, with a giant desk sitting in the middle.
Bookshelves filled the back wall, with black leather chairs leaning against them. A window was open on the left wall showing an over the top view of London. Harry looked around for a place to hide. He could almost feel Voldemort coming.
Harry ran over to the door leading out into the hall and turned the doorknob. "Damn," Harry thought, "Locked." He looked for a lock but found only a card slot. It was electronic. In a panic he headed for the desk and dove under it with his wand clutched in his hand. Voldemort hadn't thought it necessary to take it from Harry because of the guards surrounding them and Harry was thanking him for that at that very moment.
Hardly any time later, Harry heard a faint pop and the rustle of feet. Harry peeked under the desk and saw what he feared. Voldemort was walking around the room with his wand out stretched. He rushed over to a door on the left wall that Harry didn't even notice and was glad for it.
Voldemort ripped it open and looked around inside the closet. Harry thought that he could try and hit him with a curse but couldn't risk missing. Voldemort slammed the door shut, nearly taking it off the hinges. Harry could hear him cursing as he walked passed the desk and over to the bookshelf.
Voldemort rummaged though the books and pulled down on a large one with a blue binding. Harry gasped as the bookshelf slowly swung open to reveal nothing but darkness. Voldemort replaced the book and walked through the passage before it closed behind him.
Harry slowly climbed out from under the desk and walked over to the bookshelf. He needed to be here in an hour to prevent what had just happened but he also needed to know about this building, and whatever was behind that door surely wasn't a bathroom.
Harry hesitated for a moment as he reached his hand out for the book that Voldemort had pulled from the shelf. He grabbed it and pulled it out slowly with his wand ready in his other hand. The shelf made no sound as it swung aside.
Harry could hardly see three feet into the passage but no sound was coming from it. The passage slanted downward slightly. The gray concrete of the floor looked damp, as if it had rained only in that spot. Harry moved forward into the narrow hall and was encased in darkness as he heard the click of the book shelf fall into place behind him.
He lifted his wand to eye level and whispered "Lumos!" and almost instantly the wand lit up, illuminating the hall. It didn't help him much though. The tunnel went down a hundred feet and turned right, making Harry blind to whatever was around the corner. He walked slowly forward, making sure his footsteps didn't echo against the walls. As he reached the corner he started to hear voices. One of them sounded like Voldemort.
He looked around the corner slowly. It still lead down but eventually stopped and opened up into a room. Two muggle-looking guards were sitting on separate sides of the room and Voldemort was leaning against the right table, talking to one of the guards. Harry watched for a bit longer as Voldemort handed the guards a piece of paper he had written on and walked out of the room from the back.
After a short debate with himself, Harry stopped his lighting spell and pointed his wand in the right guards direction. "Simes!" A bolt of silver shot forth from his wand but he didn't wait to see if it made its mark. He aimed for the next guard and fired another shot of silver. It hit him as soon as the guard on the right hit the floor.
After the second guard hit the floor Harry moved towards the room. It was lit by several monitors on the walls, showing nearly the entire building from video cameras. He walked over to the table where the note lay on it, folded up. Harry grabbed it and unfolded it. It was a very short, confusing letter.
Harry Potter will be here at 2:00 AM tonight. Be ready for him.
That was it. No sign or anything. Harry checked his watch. 12:33. He looked at it for a second than remembered he needed to put it back an hour. He set his watch to the correct time and looked back at the letter.
"Why did he say I would be here at 2:00?" Harry asked himself. Then he remember something Voldemort had said to him and Hermione earlier.
"Hullo Harry," He had said. "I'm glad you decided to come.... he said you would be here. But you're a little early. So tell me, why are you here?"
So that's what Voldemort had meant. He had written himself saying that Harry would be coming. The conversation he and Hermione had overheard was plans for Harry. But still... why did it say 2:00?
Harry pushed the question to the back of his mind while he looked up at the screens. His eyes rested on a certain monitor every time he saw something of interest, but his mouth opened slowly when he saw Ron sprawled out on the floor of the cell. He was awake and moving around uncomfortably.
Harry looked around him for a speaker button but found nothing. Someone appeared in the camera carrying a small tray of food. A glass of water and a bowl of some kind of soup was placed in front of Ron. Ron glanced at the guard as he walked away and went strait for the soup.
Harry would have given anything to stop Ron from eating that. He was sure that the soup held the poison that would petrify him, causing him to look and fell like he was dead. He could do nothing but watch as Ron finished the soup in a few gulps and grabbed the water.
Harry suddenly became depressed. What the hell was he doing there? He had already gone back in time an entire week and now he was forced to go back an extra hour. He had suddenly forgot why he was here. Even if he made it back to that room there was little chance he could take down half-a-dozen guards.
He sighed and turned away from the monitor, looking at the door Voldemort had walked through. Harry shrugged his shoulders and popped his knuckles. "Nothing left to lose," he thought. He walked over to the door and opened it just a crack. Voldemort was walking around an office, opening different drawers and taking things out, sitting them on a desk. It was the same office that Harry had killed Voldemort in.
Wormtail was standing in the middle of the room, protesting something.
"Even for you, master, it would be impossible to do this in a few minutes. It usually takes weeks."
Voldemort put a cauldron on the desk rather loudly. "Don't doubt my power Wormtail. I'll shove this down your throat if I have to."
Wormtail whimpered slightly. Someone over by the door started to talk. "Peter!"
Wormtail looked away from his master and walked over to an intercom hanging on the wall. He pressed a button and spoke. "What is it?"
"The master needs you up in the office."
"What?" Wormtail looked over at Voldemort with a confused look on his face.
Voldemort just lapped, "Go Wormtail. I need you. Make sure you come back down here and take this later." He lapped harder than ever.
Wormtail left with his mouth hanging slightly open.
Harry watched as Voldemort brewed up a potion. As he worked it started to turn a muddy color, bubbling up in different spots. Harry finally figured out what kind of potion it was. He had seen it once before in his second year at Hogwarts, when he, Ron, and Hermione were trying to find out if Draco was the heir of Slytherin.
Harry watched as Voldemort ripped a piece of hair out and added it to the Polyjuice Potion. It turned a blood red color and bubbled uncontrollably. Voldemort walked over to the front of the cauldron and put the tip of his wand on the surface of the potion. He whispered something inaudible to Harry and the potion started to spin very fast, swirling around endlessly.
Voldemort took out his wand and wiped it on his robes. Harry looked down at his watch, only ten minuets before his group arrived. He remembered the conversation he had had with Hermione earlier that day.
He looked back at Hermione. "I just want it to stop, all this killing. I want to be able to live a regular life again."
Harry knew the only way it was going to stop was if Voldemort was killed. He knew he stood almost no chance against him, but if it came down to it...Dumbledore had taught Harry a sort of self-destruct spell that would kill him but, it would also create an explosion of magic so powerful that anyone near you would also be killed.
Yes, Harry could do that. Kill himself along with Voldemort. And it would all be over. The world would be free again. But Harry wouldn't just ran in there and do it. He would fight first. As long as there was a breath in his body he would fight.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed the door open fully. Voldemort looked up from the potion and stared at Harry. He didn't even look surprised. In fact, he smiled.
"I hoped you would find me and save me the trouble of looking for you." Harry reached for his wand and pointed it at Voldemort. "I'm ending this now. No more suffering for anyone."
Voldemort aimed his own wand. "And you think you're ready for that? No, my young friend, you still have a long way to go before you can even stand a chance."
"Fleibul!" Harry yelled. Two balls of fire shot from Harry's wand. Voldemort stepped back and muttered an incantation. A transparent shield formed around him and the two fireballs slammed into it, dispersing.
"Qusicotle!" Voldemort yelled. Harry felt a sudden blast of wind and was slammed into a corner. Pain erupted in his back and Harry winced. He closed his eyes until it stopped. He jumped up just in time to see a line being traced in front of him. The red line was being connected from the wall to Harry's right, to the one on the left.
As soon as it connected a wall of fire shot up around Harry. Voldemort was standing only a few feet away. Harry pointed his own wand down on the ground. "Qusicotle!" Wind blew the flames out and threw Voldemort backwards. Reacting quicker then Harry did, Voldemort hit Harry with a curse.
Harry fell to the ground in pain as the Cruciatus curse filled his body. Harry dropped his wand as Voldemort walked over to Harry. Harry screamed out in pain as he tried to reach for his wand. If Harry could reach it, he would be able to perform the self-destruct curse on himself.
As soon as Harry's hand touched his wand he heard the sound of shattering glass. The pain stopped and Harry looked up from the ground. Voldemort was on fire and was running around the room frantically. Orcrist was standing near the window, with Harry's Firebolt on the ground.
Voldemort ran out of the room, screaming. Harry turned and tried to run after him but Orcrist stopped him. "No, Harry! He's too strong for you!"
"I need to stop him!"
"Not now Harry."
Harry looked desperately around. He didn't want this to happen. "How did you know?"
"I can figure things out for myself Harry. I was looking around out side when I saw you in here with Voldemort. You went back again didn't you?"
Harry nodded his head.
"I suppose it was for a reason."
Harry looked down at his watch. They were already in the building. "Shit," Harry said.
"You might need to hurry," Orcrist said.
Harry turned and ran out the door
A/N: The only reason I'm still writing this story is for Trinity. Thanks for the review for the last chapter. This only has a couple chapters left but I've already got planes for a new fan fic that Missi is going to co-author. You all really make me sad by not reviewing so the chapters are going to keep coming slower and slower. Hope you enjoy this one!
Chapter 7:
Harry stayed on the ground facing the floor, breathing hard. He couldn't hear anything except his own heart beat. He and Hermione had been caught by Voldemort in the middle of the mission and Harry was being forced to make a demented decision, whom to kill, Ron or Hermione. With no options left he had thrown himself on the floor to retrieve the time turner after Voldemort had cast it aside and had gone back in time one hour.
"Oh no," Harry said out loud. Voldemort had his own time turner, it looked exactly like Harry's and, he would more than likely come after him. Harry lifted himself off the floor and looked around. The room looked the same as it would an hour in the future. It was fairly large, with a giant desk sitting in the middle.
Bookshelves filled the back wall, with black leather chairs leaning against them. A window was open on the left wall showing an over the top view of London. Harry looked around for a place to hide. He could almost feel Voldemort coming.
Harry ran over to the door leading out into the hall and turned the doorknob. "Damn," Harry thought, "Locked." He looked for a lock but found only a card slot. It was electronic. In a panic he headed for the desk and dove under it with his wand clutched in his hand. Voldemort hadn't thought it necessary to take it from Harry because of the guards surrounding them and Harry was thanking him for that at that very moment.
Hardly any time later, Harry heard a faint pop and the rustle of feet. Harry peeked under the desk and saw what he feared. Voldemort was walking around the room with his wand out stretched. He rushed over to a door on the left wall that Harry didn't even notice and was glad for it.
Voldemort ripped it open and looked around inside the closet. Harry thought that he could try and hit him with a curse but couldn't risk missing. Voldemort slammed the door shut, nearly taking it off the hinges. Harry could hear him cursing as he walked passed the desk and over to the bookshelf.
Voldemort rummaged though the books and pulled down on a large one with a blue binding. Harry gasped as the bookshelf slowly swung open to reveal nothing but darkness. Voldemort replaced the book and walked through the passage before it closed behind him.
Harry slowly climbed out from under the desk and walked over to the bookshelf. He needed to be here in an hour to prevent what had just happened but he also needed to know about this building, and whatever was behind that door surely wasn't a bathroom.
Harry hesitated for a moment as he reached his hand out for the book that Voldemort had pulled from the shelf. He grabbed it and pulled it out slowly with his wand ready in his other hand. The shelf made no sound as it swung aside.
Harry could hardly see three feet into the passage but no sound was coming from it. The passage slanted downward slightly. The gray concrete of the floor looked damp, as if it had rained only in that spot. Harry moved forward into the narrow hall and was encased in darkness as he heard the click of the book shelf fall into place behind him.
He lifted his wand to eye level and whispered "Lumos!" and almost instantly the wand lit up, illuminating the hall. It didn't help him much though. The tunnel went down a hundred feet and turned right, making Harry blind to whatever was around the corner. He walked slowly forward, making sure his footsteps didn't echo against the walls. As he reached the corner he started to hear voices. One of them sounded like Voldemort.
He looked around the corner slowly. It still lead down but eventually stopped and opened up into a room. Two muggle-looking guards were sitting on separate sides of the room and Voldemort was leaning against the right table, talking to one of the guards. Harry watched for a bit longer as Voldemort handed the guards a piece of paper he had written on and walked out of the room from the back.
After a short debate with himself, Harry stopped his lighting spell and pointed his wand in the right guards direction. "Simes!" A bolt of silver shot forth from his wand but he didn't wait to see if it made its mark. He aimed for the next guard and fired another shot of silver. It hit him as soon as the guard on the right hit the floor.
After the second guard hit the floor Harry moved towards the room. It was lit by several monitors on the walls, showing nearly the entire building from video cameras. He walked over to the table where the note lay on it, folded up. Harry grabbed it and unfolded it. It was a very short, confusing letter.
Harry Potter will be here at 2:00 AM tonight. Be ready for him.
That was it. No sign or anything. Harry checked his watch. 12:33. He looked at it for a second than remembered he needed to put it back an hour. He set his watch to the correct time and looked back at the letter.
"Why did he say I would be here at 2:00?" Harry asked himself. Then he remember something Voldemort had said to him and Hermione earlier.
"Hullo Harry," He had said. "I'm glad you decided to come.... he said you would be here. But you're a little early. So tell me, why are you here?"
So that's what Voldemort had meant. He had written himself saying that Harry would be coming. The conversation he and Hermione had overheard was plans for Harry. But still... why did it say 2:00?
Harry pushed the question to the back of his mind while he looked up at the screens. His eyes rested on a certain monitor every time he saw something of interest, but his mouth opened slowly when he saw Ron sprawled out on the floor of the cell. He was awake and moving around uncomfortably.
Harry looked around him for a speaker button but found nothing. Someone appeared in the camera carrying a small tray of food. A glass of water and a bowl of some kind of soup was placed in front of Ron. Ron glanced at the guard as he walked away and went strait for the soup.
Harry would have given anything to stop Ron from eating that. He was sure that the soup held the poison that would petrify him, causing him to look and fell like he was dead. He could do nothing but watch as Ron finished the soup in a few gulps and grabbed the water.
Harry suddenly became depressed. What the hell was he doing there? He had already gone back in time an entire week and now he was forced to go back an extra hour. He had suddenly forgot why he was here. Even if he made it back to that room there was little chance he could take down half-a-dozen guards.
He sighed and turned away from the monitor, looking at the door Voldemort had walked through. Harry shrugged his shoulders and popped his knuckles. "Nothing left to lose," he thought. He walked over to the door and opened it just a crack. Voldemort was walking around an office, opening different drawers and taking things out, sitting them on a desk. It was the same office that Harry had killed Voldemort in.
Wormtail was standing in the middle of the room, protesting something.
"Even for you, master, it would be impossible to do this in a few minutes. It usually takes weeks."
Voldemort put a cauldron on the desk rather loudly. "Don't doubt my power Wormtail. I'll shove this down your throat if I have to."
Wormtail whimpered slightly. Someone over by the door started to talk. "Peter!"
Wormtail looked away from his master and walked over to an intercom hanging on the wall. He pressed a button and spoke. "What is it?"
"The master needs you up in the office."
"What?" Wormtail looked over at Voldemort with a confused look on his face.
Voldemort just lapped, "Go Wormtail. I need you. Make sure you come back down here and take this later." He lapped harder than ever.
Wormtail left with his mouth hanging slightly open.
Harry watched as Voldemort brewed up a potion. As he worked it started to turn a muddy color, bubbling up in different spots. Harry finally figured out what kind of potion it was. He had seen it once before in his second year at Hogwarts, when he, Ron, and Hermione were trying to find out if Draco was the heir of Slytherin.
Harry watched as Voldemort ripped a piece of hair out and added it to the Polyjuice Potion. It turned a blood red color and bubbled uncontrollably. Voldemort walked over to the front of the cauldron and put the tip of his wand on the surface of the potion. He whispered something inaudible to Harry and the potion started to spin very fast, swirling around endlessly.
Voldemort took out his wand and wiped it on his robes. Harry looked down at his watch, only ten minuets before his group arrived. He remembered the conversation he had had with Hermione earlier that day.
He looked back at Hermione. "I just want it to stop, all this killing. I want to be able to live a regular life again."
Harry knew the only way it was going to stop was if Voldemort was killed. He knew he stood almost no chance against him, but if it came down to it...Dumbledore had taught Harry a sort of self-destruct spell that would kill him but, it would also create an explosion of magic so powerful that anyone near you would also be killed.
Yes, Harry could do that. Kill himself along with Voldemort. And it would all be over. The world would be free again. But Harry wouldn't just ran in there and do it. He would fight first. As long as there was a breath in his body he would fight.
Harry took a deep breath and pushed the door open fully. Voldemort looked up from the potion and stared at Harry. He didn't even look surprised. In fact, he smiled.
"I hoped you would find me and save me the trouble of looking for you." Harry reached for his wand and pointed it at Voldemort. "I'm ending this now. No more suffering for anyone."
Voldemort aimed his own wand. "And you think you're ready for that? No, my young friend, you still have a long way to go before you can even stand a chance."
"Fleibul!" Harry yelled. Two balls of fire shot from Harry's wand. Voldemort stepped back and muttered an incantation. A transparent shield formed around him and the two fireballs slammed into it, dispersing.
"Qusicotle!" Voldemort yelled. Harry felt a sudden blast of wind and was slammed into a corner. Pain erupted in his back and Harry winced. He closed his eyes until it stopped. He jumped up just in time to see a line being traced in front of him. The red line was being connected from the wall to Harry's right, to the one on the left.
As soon as it connected a wall of fire shot up around Harry. Voldemort was standing only a few feet away. Harry pointed his own wand down on the ground. "Qusicotle!" Wind blew the flames out and threw Voldemort backwards. Reacting quicker then Harry did, Voldemort hit Harry with a curse.
Harry fell to the ground in pain as the Cruciatus curse filled his body. Harry dropped his wand as Voldemort walked over to Harry. Harry screamed out in pain as he tried to reach for his wand. If Harry could reach it, he would be able to perform the self-destruct curse on himself.
As soon as Harry's hand touched his wand he heard the sound of shattering glass. The pain stopped and Harry looked up from the ground. Voldemort was on fire and was running around the room frantically. Orcrist was standing near the window, with Harry's Firebolt on the ground.
Voldemort ran out of the room, screaming. Harry turned and tried to run after him but Orcrist stopped him. "No, Harry! He's too strong for you!"
"I need to stop him!"
"Not now Harry."
Harry looked desperately around. He didn't want this to happen. "How did you know?"
"I can figure things out for myself Harry. I was looking around out side when I saw you in here with Voldemort. You went back again didn't you?"
Harry nodded his head.
"I suppose it was for a reason."
Harry looked down at his watch. They were already in the building. "Shit," Harry said.
"You might need to hurry," Orcrist said.
Harry turned and ran out the door