A/N: Fic's nearly done. Not much more to go. And this chapter probably won't live up to my expectations (it's the one I've wanting to write for ages) but it should still be okay.
Oh, and when I put numbers in, surrounded by brackets, I'll explain the meaning of it at the end, but only if it's a spell or something.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to go through this still? Me no own Harry Potter. Kapeesh?
Chapter seventeen - The Dark Lord Arises
As Voldemort was thrown through the air, and Ben, Blaise and Draco rushed forwards, they hard a bone-chilling, partially insane evil laugh. It seemed to cut right through their bodies, almost making them cringe. It sounded like a combination of nails scratching a backboard, the cracking of fingernails, and a whole host of other noises that make people's skin crawl.
As the dust settled you could make out a man. He seemed be slightly bent over, as if he was looking at something on the floor, or, as it appeared when the dust cleared more, he had a slight hunch. His hair, though very little of it, there was some. It was a darkish-brown in colour, and looked limp as it fell over his head in un-even lengths. His eyes, as they could be seen from a distance, were a yellowish in colour, and the white of his eyes seemed orange. His pupils also seemed incredibly large.
His nose was rather small, though it was incredibly hooked, rather similar to Professor Snape's, apart from the fact that Snape's was larger. When the dust had cleared enough you could make out that his mouth was blood red, and seemed to stand out against his pale skin.
"Grindelwald," Dumbledore could be heard muttering dramatically as the realisation dawned on him.
Ben looked at the person standing where the explosion had come from. So this was the infamous dark lord from when his father was at Hogwarts.
Finally, when Grindelwald finally finished his laugh, he turned slowly to Ben, his eyes alight with malicious glee.
"My first kill back in my own body," he said quietly, the suspense mounting in the air. "Concedere Vita [1]"
A purple beam of light sped it's way towards Ben, at speeds very few other spells could travel at.
Even though he had never even heard the spell before, he instinctively knew he did not want to find out what would happen if it were to hit him. Just before it hit him, he threw himself to the ground beside where he had been standing ever since he had first heard Grindelwald laugh.
The spell, or rather curse, it seemed to have a mind of it's own, and dove after him. Rolling on the away from the curse, trying to shake it off, Ben was starting to get a bit terrified.
After a couple more seconds he stood up and ran, strangely enough directly towards a nearby tree. When he knew the spell was closing in on him, and he was nearly at the tree, he jumped high in the air. The curse went straight on, killing the tree ahead of Ben, reducing it to ashes.
Suddenly there was a scream of agony, and he saw his father fall to the floor in pain. Ben was certain that he hadn't been cursed or anything, but for some reason his Voldemort seemed to be in a great amount of pain.
He seemed to be fighting an invisible force, or rather one from inside him. Voldemort shrieked again in pain, his face a mask of agony, as a shadow, or a dark mist, or- or something arose from his pained body.
You could see directly through the thing that had arisen from Voldemort, and at the same time it was opaque. It was black in colour, pure, uninterrupted black. The aura it spread could be felt by all as one of the most dark and sinister things that ever existed.
It flew speedily towards Grindelwald, the grass it flew over dieing almost instantaneously.
Voldemort seemed to be okay, though he was gasping for breath, and he looked very different from before. He no longer looked similar to a snake in appearance, but like he had when he was fifteen years of age. In fact, he looked exactly like he had at fifteen years of age. So much so it was sort of spooky that a 60-70 year old man could look so young.
As the shadow thing got to Grindelwald, it began to spin at a high speed around his body, eventually ending in a blinding light, after which the darkness had disappeared.
Giving another one of his bone-chilling laughs, Grindelwald apparated away, followed by the Death Eaters, all of whom seemed to have switched to him.
[1] - Concedere Vita translates literally from Latin to 'to die.' It's a lesser known and lesser used killing curse that kills everything, not just animas and people like Avada Kedavra.
A/N: Wow, this chapter about lived up to my expectations. I'm amazed. The final chapter's coming next update, so please please send me any queries or questions, as it is going to explain most things. I've only got about two or three things so far that I need to explain. Help me make the next chapter longer!
Hermionegreen: Thank you. Does this tell you how things will turn out? Here's another update, and a lot sooner than I would normally have it out.