AN Well, here's this chapter. It went by a lot faster then I thought it would. I just sat down and started typing and wah-la! Ten pages of fiction. I'm really sorry, but I don't think that this chapter is at all up to par with the rest. I am just not the person you go to see when you want to write a fight scene. I hope it isn't too confusing for you. And everybody laugh at Hermione because she is still delusional. Sorry for all the spelling/grammatical mistakes. I'm trying to get them all out but a few always sneak by.
Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter! And for everybody who e-mailed me their support. I wish I had the time to thank you all, but I don't. You don't have any idea how much it means to me (unless you write stories and stuff, they you probably do. ^__^ )
Just a quick reminder...
"~blah~" = telepathic communication between pilots.
"=blah=" = Heero/Harry talking mentally
"blah" = talking. ^__^
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Chapter 14
The Death-Eater's attack hit the school like a thunderstorm. It was completely unexpected but with force that could send even the bravest of creatures under cover. In minutes the entire school had been cornered and locked in the great hall, where the New Years Party had been taking place. Voldemort himself was taking great pleasure in torturing all those he saw as weak.
"Avery, Knott," he barked, throwing another limb-growing hex at Dumbledore. "Go find the boys. I want to talk to them."
The men nodded and quickly left the room. Knott, who had been the one to find 01 and 02 during their little escapade at the park, carefully pulled out one of the short dark brown hairs he had so carefully put in a vial. The hair belonged to 02, and it would serve as an excellent basis for a tracking spell.
"That won't work." A voice sing-songedly echoed from two levels up.
The two Death-Eaters looked up to see Peeves hovering above them in the stairway. The Poltergeist was laughing and twirling, singing songs about what seemed to be nonsense.
"What do you mean?" Avery snarled, taking out his wand, even though he didn't know how much good it would do on the Poltergeist.
"I mean that the DNA you're holding won't match to anybody in the castle. That boy has changed so much that his DNA and magical signature have completely shifted." Peeves giggled shrilly, swooping down to put his face right in Avery's. "Tracking spells won't work. You'll have to look for that boy the old fashioned way."
"There's no need for that Peeves," a voice said from just behind the two Death-Eaters. "I'm right here." There was a low chuckle, much more sinister then anything the Dark Lord could accomplish. And in an instant, both men could feel the cold of wands in the back of their necks. "Drop. Your. Wands."
With a clatter, the two wands fell. With a cackle, Peeves swooped and snatched them, flying away.
"Turn around slowly."
They did so, and were immediately disgusted to find that it was a teenager who was holding them at wand point. But, there was something different about the boy, Avery thought. He looked the same, physically, except for his eyes. The boy in the Amusement Park had deep blue eyes. This boy had only one deep blue eye, the other was piercing green. However, the most disconcerting change was his magic. It had intensified to a point where it was nearly *visible*. 02 nearly glowed because of the sheer power backed into his body.
"Before you go getting any ideas," Heero told them coldly, his magical aura flickering slightly. "The wands in my hands are very much mine. I am in control of both of them, for they were both made for me. Don't try anything stupid and I won't kill you. Even if I don't have my wands, I can kill you in two hundred different ways using just my thumb and index finger."
The seriousness in his voice refrained the two from actually doing anything stupid. Like, jumping over the edge of the stairway to get away from the disconcerting blue-green gaze. But then something happened that turned the tables in their favor. Goyle.
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"The plan is to get into the great hall without being seen." Quatre told Duo, Trowa, Wufei and Draco. "Draco and I will take the Invisibility cloak. Trowa, I would suggest the rafters in the ceiling. Wufei, you and Duo shouldn't have a problem."
The four nodded at the blond. "We need to give this an element of surprise. Death-Eaters should be posted at every door, so be careful getting past them. I'll try to deactivate the Anti-apparation wards if I can." Quatre suddenly did a double take, his eyes landing on Wufei. "Er... Wufei, perhaps you should leave Hiei in your room..."
The Chinese boy scowled, his now full grown Hell-cat was perched in its usual place on his shoulder. "Hiei can fight just as well as us. It's in his blood to know enemy from foe."
Silence.
"Anyway, we just need to wait for Heero's signal."
They all nodded at him again, but this time they all drew their weapons, and headed for the dormitory exit. Heero had deactivated the wards just ten minutes before and told them that he would send a silver arrow into the dorm when he got to the Great Hall. However, before they could actually get their plan underway, the door burst open and about eight Death-Eaters stormed into the room. Only Quatre and Duo were caught. Wufei had bolted the moment the door opened, taking Hiei and Draco with him and leaving behind no trace of his presence there. Trowa had changed his form into that of a mouse, darting under the closest piece of furniture.
"Alright you two, our Master wants a word with you..."
"Wait, where are the others?"
"Search the rest of the dormitory they're probably up there."
"Who cares, let's just get these two down there. Master is not patient when it comes to things like this."
With three men holding onto each boy, Duo and Quatre had no choice but to follow. Trowa waited until all chance of them coming back had faded before changing into an owl and taking flight out the window. He landed silently in the rafters a moment or two later, staring down to watch the proceedings and only act if needed. However, just because he didn't act out against the numerous hate crimes going on in the hall, didn't mean he didn't want to.
Duo and Quatre stumbled into the hallway a few minutes later. Duo was loudly swearing in every single language that he knew. Quatre was sending out feelings of fear, hate, anger, pity and disapproval. Draco and Wufei darted in just before the doors closed, moving faster then the eye could follow to hide behind one of the many tapestries behind the staff table.
"01 and 05," Voldemort said pleasantly, not affected by Duo swearing or Quatre's empathy in the least. Though, his Death-Eaters were - very much so. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
Both Duo and Quatre sent the man incredulous looks. "You think we want to associate with scum like you?" Duo spat, much to the surprise and fear of the occupants in the room. It was only natural for them to be surprised after all; they had all thought that the Gundam boys were all in tight alliance with Voldemort. It was just a matter of proving it.
Dumbledore was suddenly sorry that he had taken these boys wands - for it seemed it was they that Voldemort was now after. He had been watching in fear as the Death-Eaters still in the hall had tortured all the students there. Some of the girls were even raped, after which they were killed. The boys were tortured, given the dark mark, killed, everything possible to make their lives miserable. Because of him and his stupid pride. Sirius had told him that Voldemort would be planning an attack on the school sometime after Christmas. Heero himself had hinted that an attack would take place on New Years, but he had been too blind to see it. And now, his students were suffering. And what of Sirius? The man hadn't seemed nearly as upset as he should have been when his god-son died. Dumbledore had sent the word to him personally and met up with him just after. The man had seemed slightly bothered by the death of the Boy Who Lived, but quickly offered to take on a new assignment else where.
"I thought that we might make some sort of a deal." Voldemort said, getting out of the Headmasters chair and bringing his wand to rest against one of the student's temples, firing off a quick Avada Kedavra. "Like, you join me and I'll let everybody in this room live."
Quatre snorted. "We know better then to make deals with the enemy, you worm. And your silly little tricks won't scare us. We've been in too many wars to be afraid of one man and his inefficient minions."
Duo smirked, one hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe, clutching his wand tightly. He was very thankful that they had been able to retrieve them without anybody's knowledge.
"I see," Voldemort said softly. "But what would you say if I brought... *him* into this." He gestured and a heavily warded Heero was brought into view. Duo's eyes widened minutely. "Yes, I thought so. It's very clever what you did to him, I must admit. You merged Harry Potter's soul with his own and blamed the theft of his body on me. Very clever in deed, very - devious. Almost... Slytherin-like"
Then again, Dumbledore thought to himself furiously his eyes narrowing; perhaps those boys were in this with Voldemort all along. Perhaps they were just playing a game with the Devil.
Duo barked out a laugh. "You don't have a fucking clue." He stated boldly, "do you?"
Everybody in the room blinked, including the Death-Eaters who had stopped toying with the students to watch this confrontation. Or were crying with shame because of Quatre's empathy.
Voldemort smirked at him, though only Quatre was able to feel the slight trace of fear in the man's aura.
Duo smirked right back. "You have no clue that right now, someone is in the rafters, and that someone else is right behind you. And that one of us alone is powerful enough to kill each and every one of your Death-Eaters without trying." Duo boldly took a step forward. "And you have no clue that Harry Potter is alive. *Very* *much* *alive.*"
In a flash, Wufei materialized next to Duo and Quatre. In his hands were the wards previously on Heero's body, holding his magic in. Holding Harry in. Trowa dropped down from the ceiling moments later, landing gracefully on his feet and sending his most vicious glare at the snake in front of him.
With a smirk, Heero let out every last one of his carefully placed blocks, letting his magic swirl around him as though his entire body was just misting off energy. The Japanese Imaginary friend began chanting, none of his words discernable. However, when the mist finally died down... nothing had changed except that Heero eyes were both Harry's green, and he was grinning, maliciously. He was holding two wands. Harry's wand and Heero's wand. "Omea O Korosu." He said softly before dashing towards the nearest Death-Eater.
"For my parents!" He cried, taking down the first one. "For the innocents you killed! For Cedric, for Hero! For everybody your presence has affected." More and more he took down, Wufei, Trowa, Quatre and Duo joining into the fight. Gun shots echoed though the room, screams of pain and fear. But the shots were perfectly accurate and only those wearing black robes and white masks hit the ground. Yet still, they killed nobody. They removed limbs, sealed up the blood flow and left the body there for move onto somebody else.
Finally, it was only Voldemort left, looking quite shocked and not nearly as confident as he had before.
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The moment that the Death-Eaters stormed into the castle, Hermione knew, she *knew* that there was no chance for her. She saw, she actually *saw* one of her best friends die at the hands of a Death-Eater. She saw Voldemort appear in the middle of the madness and death and mayhem, strutting up the aisle between the Gryffindor and Slytherin house tables until he reached the staff table. And she saw him take out his wand and blast Dumbledore from where he was standing, completely shell-shocked.
But there was nothing she could do, because she had no way to hide, and as a Muggle Born, there was nothing to do to save herself. All the students were screaming, some were being raped - others were being tortured with the three Unforgivable curses. But she, she was ducking behind the curtains next to the grand fire-place, praying that she wasn't found. A few small first years were hiding next to her, and she was doing all she could to sooth them.
And that's when she heard it. The high-pitched, scaly, self-satisfied voice that sent rivers of shivers up and down her spine. "Avery, Knott," the voice barked. "Go find the boys. I want to talk to them." She heard the doors open and then the voice spoke again. "Goyle, go after them."
/The boys, / Hermione thought. /So, they *are* working with him! I knew it! We should have gotten rid of them as soon as we could! We should have tried to barricade them in that room tighter then they were already in it! /
About five minutes later, in which more screaming as results of the Cruciatus curse echoed though the hall, the great double doors were thrown open. The whole room fell silent as four sets of footsteps sounded. There was only one voice, a voice that sent Hermione's heart pounding.
It was Harry's voice.
But, how could that be? Harry had died months ago! She had seen the body herself! The Exchange students had killed him! And Voldemort himself had stolen the body. But she was sure that had been Harry's voice, and it sent a new thread of hope through her entire being.
"02." The Dark Lord said in a way that could be happily, but he was far too evil for. "What a wonderful surprise."
"Eat shit, bastard." Harry's voice rang out. There was a horrified silence, in which only sobbing from those tortured could be heard. And then a bang and a grunt.
"I seem I'm going to have to teach you a few manners," Voldemort said silkily, obviously having fired some hex at Harry's voice. "And pity, I only wanted you to join with me."
Hermione picked up the sound of footsteps, soft as they were, in the hall. "Dear me, you look just like him don't you? Isn't that just a little odd... and you have a nearly identical magical signature - very odd." There was a pause and then a hiss of pain. "Ward him!"
And then a series of grunts and loud protesting in Japanese.
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Heero once again stood in front of Voldemort, the place on his neck where the man-snake had touched him still burned and smarted, and it would probably scar over. On his face he wore a mask of cool, unconcerned indifference. To his immediate left was Quatre, and at his right was Wufei. Duo was making his way around the hall, doing his best to heal or obliviate everybody there. It was better to forget that you saw somebody die after being raped, but not to forget that Voldemort had finally attacked the castle and actually gained access. And Duo was the only one who could actually do it, for he had spent months learning how to heal in the hospital wing. And Trowa was rounding up all the Death-Eaters and taking them out to the front lawn. He would personally deliver a letter to the ministry of magic when he was done.
Nobody knew exactly what was going on, but it was clear that the five boys they hated so much had obviously changed the odds. And they hadn't killed anybody while doing it. That must take a lot of self control. The room watched in shock as a cat engulfed in black flames walked calmly towards Voldemort and set his robes on fire before moving back to Wufei and settling down on the boys shoulder.
"A... Hell-cat?" Dumbledore breathed, watching with the slightly hint of uncertainty as Voldemort did something akin to the time old "pee-pee dance" in attempt to *not* be on fire. "How in the world did I miss something like that?"
"Simple you old coot." Wufei told the man coldly, his voice ringing in the silent air. "You're as blind as a bat and as clever as a stone."
Voldemort finally rid himself of the back flames before glaring heatedly at the boys standing in front of him. He readied his wand, but Quatre pulled out his gun and shot it neatly from his hand. It clattered to the ground in three broken pieces a second later.
"Very clever," Voldemort hissed. "But let me show you a few tricks that *I* picked up." The Dark Lord rubbed his hands together and created what looked to be a glowing orb. However, despite the harmless appearance of a glowing green ball, it held all the properties of the Cruciatius curse - except far more painful.
"Get under cover." Heero said darkly to his friends. "You have no idea how this man operates. That is no mere curse; it has the power to kill every person in this room."
His friends quickly backed away, all of them erecting barriers to keep the promised pain away. Not only his friends but every person still in the hall ran, some screaming, to get away.
"You have a new trick." Heero said calmly, after his friends and everybody else had disappeared. "Congratulations. But so do I. Would you like to see it?"
And then, without waiting for an answer, Heero let off all of his barriers once again and said the last two words of his earlier chant.
"Ni-desu." (1)
And it began. His body began pulling outwards, a torso began to appear, and a head, a set of arms and legs. It was almost like watching a cell divide except faster and more complex. Finally, with identical smirks, Harry Potter stepped out of Heero's body and twirled his wand in his fingers. He was, unsurprisingly, wearing his Hogwarts robes, completely with the Gryffindor patch on the front. Weapons were hidden under his clothing, and malice was shining in his eyes.
"You look surprised." The previously dead boy said softly. "But then again, you don't know the whole of what just happened. You see - Heero here is me. He didn't steal my soul to gain more power. My soul rejoined in his body when our mental balance collapsed. I'm pretty sure that you have something to do with that. I don't mind though, because now that I'm dead to the world, I can go back to his."
"Multiple Personality Split." Voldemort spat. "A clever trick, but no more then an allusion."
Heero and Harry shared identical grins, for some reason not afraid at all of the man out for their blood. "I doubt that an illusion would kill you. Like we are about to do. One of us alone isn't enough to kill you - but the both of us are."
Voldemort twitched ever so slightly, more annoyance then fear. And he suddenly remembered the curse he was holding in his hands. With a smirk of his own he threw it at the two boys. It hit Heero dead on, but didn't affect the boy in the least.
"I'm afraid it will be a little more difficult then that." Heero said lightly. "If you want to hurt us, you will have to hurt us both at the same time. We have spent months in one body and we are so in tune with each other that the only way to really hurt us is to drown us, tied together."
"Thanks for the suggestion." Voldemort snarled.
"However," Harry said softly. "I think we will just kill you now and get it over with."
Like mirror images, the two boys lifted their wands in their right hands, and reached behind them with the left - retrieving guns. In a bout of luck, Voldemort managed to blast away both wands, leaving the boys with their guns. Unfortunately for the Dark Lord, the guns were made courtesy of Duo - and didn't shoot normal bullets. No, no. These guns had the capability of shooting spells. With a nearly impeccable nod, Heero and Harry both squeezed the trigger and ducked low as two identical Avada Kedavra spells shot towards the man standing opposite of them.
With a scream, Voldemort was hit by the attack and collapsed backwards. Only, he didn't hit the ground - his body kept falling, through the floor, through the lower layers of the school and right down into hell.
Harry and Heero collapsed from sheer exhaustion a moment later. And the castle around them started shaking and crumbling from the disaster it had just encountered.
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(1) Ni-desu: Japanese. Roughly translated it means "I am two".
AN Review and I'll update. One more chapter to go!
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Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter! And for everybody who e-mailed me their support. I wish I had the time to thank you all, but I don't. You don't have any idea how much it means to me (unless you write stories and stuff, they you probably do. ^__^ )
Just a quick reminder...
"~blah~" = telepathic communication between pilots.
"=blah=" = Heero/Harry talking mentally
"blah" = talking. ^__^
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Chapter 14
The Death-Eater's attack hit the school like a thunderstorm. It was completely unexpected but with force that could send even the bravest of creatures under cover. In minutes the entire school had been cornered and locked in the great hall, where the New Years Party had been taking place. Voldemort himself was taking great pleasure in torturing all those he saw as weak.
"Avery, Knott," he barked, throwing another limb-growing hex at Dumbledore. "Go find the boys. I want to talk to them."
The men nodded and quickly left the room. Knott, who had been the one to find 01 and 02 during their little escapade at the park, carefully pulled out one of the short dark brown hairs he had so carefully put in a vial. The hair belonged to 02, and it would serve as an excellent basis for a tracking spell.
"That won't work." A voice sing-songedly echoed from two levels up.
The two Death-Eaters looked up to see Peeves hovering above them in the stairway. The Poltergeist was laughing and twirling, singing songs about what seemed to be nonsense.
"What do you mean?" Avery snarled, taking out his wand, even though he didn't know how much good it would do on the Poltergeist.
"I mean that the DNA you're holding won't match to anybody in the castle. That boy has changed so much that his DNA and magical signature have completely shifted." Peeves giggled shrilly, swooping down to put his face right in Avery's. "Tracking spells won't work. You'll have to look for that boy the old fashioned way."
"There's no need for that Peeves," a voice said from just behind the two Death-Eaters. "I'm right here." There was a low chuckle, much more sinister then anything the Dark Lord could accomplish. And in an instant, both men could feel the cold of wands in the back of their necks. "Drop. Your. Wands."
With a clatter, the two wands fell. With a cackle, Peeves swooped and snatched them, flying away.
"Turn around slowly."
They did so, and were immediately disgusted to find that it was a teenager who was holding them at wand point. But, there was something different about the boy, Avery thought. He looked the same, physically, except for his eyes. The boy in the Amusement Park had deep blue eyes. This boy had only one deep blue eye, the other was piercing green. However, the most disconcerting change was his magic. It had intensified to a point where it was nearly *visible*. 02 nearly glowed because of the sheer power backed into his body.
"Before you go getting any ideas," Heero told them coldly, his magical aura flickering slightly. "The wands in my hands are very much mine. I am in control of both of them, for they were both made for me. Don't try anything stupid and I won't kill you. Even if I don't have my wands, I can kill you in two hundred different ways using just my thumb and index finger."
The seriousness in his voice refrained the two from actually doing anything stupid. Like, jumping over the edge of the stairway to get away from the disconcerting blue-green gaze. But then something happened that turned the tables in their favor. Goyle.
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"The plan is to get into the great hall without being seen." Quatre told Duo, Trowa, Wufei and Draco. "Draco and I will take the Invisibility cloak. Trowa, I would suggest the rafters in the ceiling. Wufei, you and Duo shouldn't have a problem."
The four nodded at the blond. "We need to give this an element of surprise. Death-Eaters should be posted at every door, so be careful getting past them. I'll try to deactivate the Anti-apparation wards if I can." Quatre suddenly did a double take, his eyes landing on Wufei. "Er... Wufei, perhaps you should leave Hiei in your room..."
The Chinese boy scowled, his now full grown Hell-cat was perched in its usual place on his shoulder. "Hiei can fight just as well as us. It's in his blood to know enemy from foe."
Silence.
"Anyway, we just need to wait for Heero's signal."
They all nodded at him again, but this time they all drew their weapons, and headed for the dormitory exit. Heero had deactivated the wards just ten minutes before and told them that he would send a silver arrow into the dorm when he got to the Great Hall. However, before they could actually get their plan underway, the door burst open and about eight Death-Eaters stormed into the room. Only Quatre and Duo were caught. Wufei had bolted the moment the door opened, taking Hiei and Draco with him and leaving behind no trace of his presence there. Trowa had changed his form into that of a mouse, darting under the closest piece of furniture.
"Alright you two, our Master wants a word with you..."
"Wait, where are the others?"
"Search the rest of the dormitory they're probably up there."
"Who cares, let's just get these two down there. Master is not patient when it comes to things like this."
With three men holding onto each boy, Duo and Quatre had no choice but to follow. Trowa waited until all chance of them coming back had faded before changing into an owl and taking flight out the window. He landed silently in the rafters a moment or two later, staring down to watch the proceedings and only act if needed. However, just because he didn't act out against the numerous hate crimes going on in the hall, didn't mean he didn't want to.
Duo and Quatre stumbled into the hallway a few minutes later. Duo was loudly swearing in every single language that he knew. Quatre was sending out feelings of fear, hate, anger, pity and disapproval. Draco and Wufei darted in just before the doors closed, moving faster then the eye could follow to hide behind one of the many tapestries behind the staff table.
"01 and 05," Voldemort said pleasantly, not affected by Duo swearing or Quatre's empathy in the least. Though, his Death-Eaters were - very much so. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
Both Duo and Quatre sent the man incredulous looks. "You think we want to associate with scum like you?" Duo spat, much to the surprise and fear of the occupants in the room. It was only natural for them to be surprised after all; they had all thought that the Gundam boys were all in tight alliance with Voldemort. It was just a matter of proving it.
Dumbledore was suddenly sorry that he had taken these boys wands - for it seemed it was they that Voldemort was now after. He had been watching in fear as the Death-Eaters still in the hall had tortured all the students there. Some of the girls were even raped, after which they were killed. The boys were tortured, given the dark mark, killed, everything possible to make their lives miserable. Because of him and his stupid pride. Sirius had told him that Voldemort would be planning an attack on the school sometime after Christmas. Heero himself had hinted that an attack would take place on New Years, but he had been too blind to see it. And now, his students were suffering. And what of Sirius? The man hadn't seemed nearly as upset as he should have been when his god-son died. Dumbledore had sent the word to him personally and met up with him just after. The man had seemed slightly bothered by the death of the Boy Who Lived, but quickly offered to take on a new assignment else where.
"I thought that we might make some sort of a deal." Voldemort said, getting out of the Headmasters chair and bringing his wand to rest against one of the student's temples, firing off a quick Avada Kedavra. "Like, you join me and I'll let everybody in this room live."
Quatre snorted. "We know better then to make deals with the enemy, you worm. And your silly little tricks won't scare us. We've been in too many wars to be afraid of one man and his inefficient minions."
Duo smirked, one hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe, clutching his wand tightly. He was very thankful that they had been able to retrieve them without anybody's knowledge.
"I see," Voldemort said softly. "But what would you say if I brought... *him* into this." He gestured and a heavily warded Heero was brought into view. Duo's eyes widened minutely. "Yes, I thought so. It's very clever what you did to him, I must admit. You merged Harry Potter's soul with his own and blamed the theft of his body on me. Very clever in deed, very - devious. Almost... Slytherin-like"
Then again, Dumbledore thought to himself furiously his eyes narrowing; perhaps those boys were in this with Voldemort all along. Perhaps they were just playing a game with the Devil.
Duo barked out a laugh. "You don't have a fucking clue." He stated boldly, "do you?"
Everybody in the room blinked, including the Death-Eaters who had stopped toying with the students to watch this confrontation. Or were crying with shame because of Quatre's empathy.
Voldemort smirked at him, though only Quatre was able to feel the slight trace of fear in the man's aura.
Duo smirked right back. "You have no clue that right now, someone is in the rafters, and that someone else is right behind you. And that one of us alone is powerful enough to kill each and every one of your Death-Eaters without trying." Duo boldly took a step forward. "And you have no clue that Harry Potter is alive. *Very* *much* *alive.*"
In a flash, Wufei materialized next to Duo and Quatre. In his hands were the wards previously on Heero's body, holding his magic in. Holding Harry in. Trowa dropped down from the ceiling moments later, landing gracefully on his feet and sending his most vicious glare at the snake in front of him.
With a smirk, Heero let out every last one of his carefully placed blocks, letting his magic swirl around him as though his entire body was just misting off energy. The Japanese Imaginary friend began chanting, none of his words discernable. However, when the mist finally died down... nothing had changed except that Heero eyes were both Harry's green, and he was grinning, maliciously. He was holding two wands. Harry's wand and Heero's wand. "Omea O Korosu." He said softly before dashing towards the nearest Death-Eater.
"For my parents!" He cried, taking down the first one. "For the innocents you killed! For Cedric, for Hero! For everybody your presence has affected." More and more he took down, Wufei, Trowa, Quatre and Duo joining into the fight. Gun shots echoed though the room, screams of pain and fear. But the shots were perfectly accurate and only those wearing black robes and white masks hit the ground. Yet still, they killed nobody. They removed limbs, sealed up the blood flow and left the body there for move onto somebody else.
Finally, it was only Voldemort left, looking quite shocked and not nearly as confident as he had before.
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The moment that the Death-Eaters stormed into the castle, Hermione knew, she *knew* that there was no chance for her. She saw, she actually *saw* one of her best friends die at the hands of a Death-Eater. She saw Voldemort appear in the middle of the madness and death and mayhem, strutting up the aisle between the Gryffindor and Slytherin house tables until he reached the staff table. And she saw him take out his wand and blast Dumbledore from where he was standing, completely shell-shocked.
But there was nothing she could do, because she had no way to hide, and as a Muggle Born, there was nothing to do to save herself. All the students were screaming, some were being raped - others were being tortured with the three Unforgivable curses. But she, she was ducking behind the curtains next to the grand fire-place, praying that she wasn't found. A few small first years were hiding next to her, and she was doing all she could to sooth them.
And that's when she heard it. The high-pitched, scaly, self-satisfied voice that sent rivers of shivers up and down her spine. "Avery, Knott," the voice barked. "Go find the boys. I want to talk to them." She heard the doors open and then the voice spoke again. "Goyle, go after them."
/The boys, / Hermione thought. /So, they *are* working with him! I knew it! We should have gotten rid of them as soon as we could! We should have tried to barricade them in that room tighter then they were already in it! /
About five minutes later, in which more screaming as results of the Cruciatus curse echoed though the hall, the great double doors were thrown open. The whole room fell silent as four sets of footsteps sounded. There was only one voice, a voice that sent Hermione's heart pounding.
It was Harry's voice.
But, how could that be? Harry had died months ago! She had seen the body herself! The Exchange students had killed him! And Voldemort himself had stolen the body. But she was sure that had been Harry's voice, and it sent a new thread of hope through her entire being.
"02." The Dark Lord said in a way that could be happily, but he was far too evil for. "What a wonderful surprise."
"Eat shit, bastard." Harry's voice rang out. There was a horrified silence, in which only sobbing from those tortured could be heard. And then a bang and a grunt.
"I seem I'm going to have to teach you a few manners," Voldemort said silkily, obviously having fired some hex at Harry's voice. "And pity, I only wanted you to join with me."
Hermione picked up the sound of footsteps, soft as they were, in the hall. "Dear me, you look just like him don't you? Isn't that just a little odd... and you have a nearly identical magical signature - very odd." There was a pause and then a hiss of pain. "Ward him!"
And then a series of grunts and loud protesting in Japanese.
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Heero once again stood in front of Voldemort, the place on his neck where the man-snake had touched him still burned and smarted, and it would probably scar over. On his face he wore a mask of cool, unconcerned indifference. To his immediate left was Quatre, and at his right was Wufei. Duo was making his way around the hall, doing his best to heal or obliviate everybody there. It was better to forget that you saw somebody die after being raped, but not to forget that Voldemort had finally attacked the castle and actually gained access. And Duo was the only one who could actually do it, for he had spent months learning how to heal in the hospital wing. And Trowa was rounding up all the Death-Eaters and taking them out to the front lawn. He would personally deliver a letter to the ministry of magic when he was done.
Nobody knew exactly what was going on, but it was clear that the five boys they hated so much had obviously changed the odds. And they hadn't killed anybody while doing it. That must take a lot of self control. The room watched in shock as a cat engulfed in black flames walked calmly towards Voldemort and set his robes on fire before moving back to Wufei and settling down on the boys shoulder.
"A... Hell-cat?" Dumbledore breathed, watching with the slightly hint of uncertainty as Voldemort did something akin to the time old "pee-pee dance" in attempt to *not* be on fire. "How in the world did I miss something like that?"
"Simple you old coot." Wufei told the man coldly, his voice ringing in the silent air. "You're as blind as a bat and as clever as a stone."
Voldemort finally rid himself of the back flames before glaring heatedly at the boys standing in front of him. He readied his wand, but Quatre pulled out his gun and shot it neatly from his hand. It clattered to the ground in three broken pieces a second later.
"Very clever," Voldemort hissed. "But let me show you a few tricks that *I* picked up." The Dark Lord rubbed his hands together and created what looked to be a glowing orb. However, despite the harmless appearance of a glowing green ball, it held all the properties of the Cruciatius curse - except far more painful.
"Get under cover." Heero said darkly to his friends. "You have no idea how this man operates. That is no mere curse; it has the power to kill every person in this room."
His friends quickly backed away, all of them erecting barriers to keep the promised pain away. Not only his friends but every person still in the hall ran, some screaming, to get away.
"You have a new trick." Heero said calmly, after his friends and everybody else had disappeared. "Congratulations. But so do I. Would you like to see it?"
And then, without waiting for an answer, Heero let off all of his barriers once again and said the last two words of his earlier chant.
"Ni-desu." (1)
And it began. His body began pulling outwards, a torso began to appear, and a head, a set of arms and legs. It was almost like watching a cell divide except faster and more complex. Finally, with identical smirks, Harry Potter stepped out of Heero's body and twirled his wand in his fingers. He was, unsurprisingly, wearing his Hogwarts robes, completely with the Gryffindor patch on the front. Weapons were hidden under his clothing, and malice was shining in his eyes.
"You look surprised." The previously dead boy said softly. "But then again, you don't know the whole of what just happened. You see - Heero here is me. He didn't steal my soul to gain more power. My soul rejoined in his body when our mental balance collapsed. I'm pretty sure that you have something to do with that. I don't mind though, because now that I'm dead to the world, I can go back to his."
"Multiple Personality Split." Voldemort spat. "A clever trick, but no more then an allusion."
Heero and Harry shared identical grins, for some reason not afraid at all of the man out for their blood. "I doubt that an illusion would kill you. Like we are about to do. One of us alone isn't enough to kill you - but the both of us are."
Voldemort twitched ever so slightly, more annoyance then fear. And he suddenly remembered the curse he was holding in his hands. With a smirk of his own he threw it at the two boys. It hit Heero dead on, but didn't affect the boy in the least.
"I'm afraid it will be a little more difficult then that." Heero said lightly. "If you want to hurt us, you will have to hurt us both at the same time. We have spent months in one body and we are so in tune with each other that the only way to really hurt us is to drown us, tied together."
"Thanks for the suggestion." Voldemort snarled.
"However," Harry said softly. "I think we will just kill you now and get it over with."
Like mirror images, the two boys lifted their wands in their right hands, and reached behind them with the left - retrieving guns. In a bout of luck, Voldemort managed to blast away both wands, leaving the boys with their guns. Unfortunately for the Dark Lord, the guns were made courtesy of Duo - and didn't shoot normal bullets. No, no. These guns had the capability of shooting spells. With a nearly impeccable nod, Heero and Harry both squeezed the trigger and ducked low as two identical Avada Kedavra spells shot towards the man standing opposite of them.
With a scream, Voldemort was hit by the attack and collapsed backwards. Only, he didn't hit the ground - his body kept falling, through the floor, through the lower layers of the school and right down into hell.
Harry and Heero collapsed from sheer exhaustion a moment later. And the castle around them started shaking and crumbling from the disaster it had just encountered.
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(1) Ni-desu: Japanese. Roughly translated it means "I am two".
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