Ok...Thank you EVERYONE! You guys are awesome...well I was wondering if
'ccc' could tell me what you meant by, 'what about Sirius?' I don't
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And, Jessica Halliwell Potter...Sorry about the whole relationship, cliff hanger thingy. I know the relationship thing annoys me too, but in order for the story to work the way I want it to I have to make the relationship like that...sorry. And the cliff hanger thing - my bad - I didn't think the last chapter was a cliff hanger, but I like them in stories, cause it just keeps me on my toes, and guessing, and wanting to keep reading...sorry if it bugs you, and I hope you keep reading even though I'll probably keep putting in cliff hangers...please do!?
And thanks to all the reviews...keep 'em coming please?!
Chapter 22: Dark Circle
Weeks pasted by in Chanse's life; she finished her detention with Cho in Snape's dungeons cleaning cauldrons, she worked on her schoolwork harder then ever because of Puddlemere, and she took Quidditch much more serious then she did before.
"That damn Transfiguration test was hard!" Angelina complained to Chanse as they stepped through the portal entrance to the Gryffindor tower.
"Angelina it wasn't that bad." Chanse smiled.
"Maybe not for you," Angelina hissed, "miss perfect," she coughed under her breath, "but for us 'less perfect' people it was."
"No for the people who STUDIED it wasn't hard." Chanse smirked.
Angelina waved Chanse off as she walked over to where Fred and George were playing Exploding Snaps in the corner. Chanse decided that she was going to go upstairs and just mess around, 'Maybe I'll sing?' Chanse thought.
She started up the stairs, where she saw Harry coming down them, "Hey Harry." Chanse smiled. Harry quickly smiled back at her then winced tightly. "What's wrong Harry?" Chanse jogged up the stairs up to Harry's side.
"It's my scar." Harry said weakly, as he lifted his hand to his forehead and pressed it against his lighting scar.
"What is it?" Chanse asked as she brushed some lose hairs out of Harry's face.
"It only burns like this when..." Harry loosened his pressure on his scar, and looked up at Chanse.
"Voldemort." Chanse whispered.
"But he couldn't be..." Harry started to say but his scar burned hotter.
Chanse grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him closer to her, "Come on." Chanse whispered, as she started to walk down the stairs.
Chanse got to the entrance and started to walk out of it when it opened, to reveal Emily and Kirstyn. "Hey Chanse," Kirstyn smiled, "Chanse what's wrong?" Kirstyn's expression quickly changed from happy to concern.
"What's wrong with Harry?" Emily asked.
"He feels sick to his stomach, so I'm taking him to Madam Pomfrey to get him checked out."
"Oh," Emily scratched her head and smiled, "well you want us to go with you guys?"
"NO!" Chanse shouted.
"O...k." Kirstyn laughed.
"Sorry I just don't want whatever he has to get to you guys," Chanse panicked and thought up an excuse of why they couldn't go, "and I would rather I get sick then either of you," Chanse pushed her and Harry pasted them, "but thanks for your concern you guys." Chanse shouted as she hurried down the hall with Harry cradled in her arms.
She hurried down the Gryffindor hallway, down the stairs, until she reached the second floor. She down the hall until she came upon Myrtle's bathroom door Chanse opened it. "Won't Myrtle get mad if we're in here?" Harry whispered.
"I wish I could say that," Chanse set Harry on the ground, walked over to the sink, and started to run water on her hand.
"What are you talking about Chanse?"
Chanse walked back over to Harry and placed her cold wet hand against Harry's scar, hoping to soothe the burning, "Cause Myrtle," Chanse tried to think of a way to phrase it, "Myrtle left."
"But how could she leave? She's a..." Harry winced again at the burning of the scar.
"Is it happening again?" Chanse said calming as she jogged over to the running sink, splashed her hands in the water again, and jogged back to Harry.
"Yeah." Harry weakly said, "But how could he be back?"
"I don't know," Chanse slowly lowered herself to the floor, "I think as long as both of us are alive he'll always be able to come back." She lowered her head, and pulled Harry closer to her, "and he'll always come back till we're both dead."
"You're wise beyond your years," a voice chuckled from the shadows.
"Professor how do you always know where I am?" Chanse laughed, as she watched Dumbledore appear from the shadows.
"As the Headmaster of this school it's my job to where each one of my students is," he smiled, "especially if their last names are Potter."
"Um...Professor?" Harry said weakly, "I was wondering what you meant by my sister is wise beyond her years?"
"She's got a part of Voldemort right," he walked over to the two Potters, "He will most defiantly keep coming back as long as both of you are alive..."
"What part is she wrong on?" Harry whispered.
"I think Voldemort, is a lot like normal people," Chanse and Harry's jaws dropped open in shock, "I think he has one weakness that would kill him...but otherwise there's nothing we can do."
Chanse pulled Harry into her arms and cradled him softly, until Harry grabbed his scar.
"Dumbledore," Chanse whispered, "is Voldemort back?"
"Telling from your brother's scar...I would say so."
Chanse looked down at her brother, who was in agony, and then she looked back up at Dumbledore, "What's Voldemort's weakness?"
"No one knows," Dumbledore bowed, "but why do you ask?"
"I have business to attend to." Chanse nodded and quickly left the second floor bathroom.
"Dumbledore," Harry asked weakly, "what is she doing?"
"I hope not what I'm thinking." Dumbledore whispered as he stared at the open bathroom door.
"If anyone would know it would be Hermione," Chanse puffed as she continued to run up the rotating stairs, towards the Gryffindor tower.
"Fairy Lights," Chanse huffed to the Fat Lady.
When the portrait opened and revealed the Gryffindor Commons Room Chanse stepped through the portal and into the Commons Room. She looked around and saw Hermione in the corner helping Kirstyn and Emily. Chanse smiled at the sight and then quickly ran over to them. "Hey guys."
"Hey." The three girls chimed.
"Where's Liz?" Chanse asked.
"Sick." Emily sighed.
"Oh," Chanse sighed, "well tell her to get better for me, alright?"
"Alright." Kirstyn smiled.
"Is that all you wanted?" Hermione asked.
"Actually...no," Chanse shrugged, "I was wondering where Voldemort was rumored to be when he returned last?"
Chanse watched as the three girls' faces all looked around in horror. "Why do you want to know?" Kirstyn snapped.
Chanse tried to search her mind for an answer, "Because," Chanse then turned to Hermione, "so do you know?"
"The Forbidden Forest," Hermione sighed, and then watched as Chanse started to run out of the Commons Room, "BUT WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?" Hermione shouted, but it was too late...Chanse was gone.
Chanse sprinted down the rotating stairs as fast as she possibly could, without falling down them. She ran pasted the Great Hall and into the courtyard. She watched as the orange sun slowly set behind the castle walls, turning the sky shades and shades of different colors.
She ran as fast as she could, through the courtyard, and out into the boundaries of Hogwarts, 'Do you want to do this?' Geno asked inside Chanse's head.
'Yeah...I do,' Chanse responded and then ran to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
Chanse walked over to Hagrid's hut, pulled the lantern off its hinge by the door, and walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She held the lantern by her face and looked deep into the deep black forest.
'You're sure you want to do this?' Geno asked again.
Chanse set the lantern down on the ground, placed her hands on her cloak's hood and pulled it over her head, picked up the lantern, and once again looked deep into the forest. 'The most I've ever been.' Chanse whispered.
'Chanse you know once you enter there I cannot contact you anymore,' Geno reminded, 'fear of giving you away to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'
"I know Geno," Chanse whispered aloud, "and if I don't make it back to night, I'm saying this to you now...Good-bye."
'Foxlin Chanse Potter you better come back tonight and say hello...not good- bye.' Geno snapped.
'I will.' Chanse nodded and then headed into the Forbidden Forest.
Chanse slowly and quietly walked farther and farther into the Forbidden Forest, stepping over tree roots and over twigs. She held the lantern low to her side so that the light wouldn't projected to brightly into the forest darkness. She would look from the left to the right and up to down. She could feel her heart beat a different beat from her normal beat, a scared beat and a determined beat.
"Are you alright?" a voice rasped.
"I'm still weak," another voice hissed, "that magic." The man growled.
"Voldemort." Chanse whispered to herself, as she set the lantern down on the ground where she was standing and started to creep forward.
Chanse slowly crept towards the voices, which were busy talking about Voldemort's strength and power.
"Can we still win?"
"YOU DARE CHALLENGE MY POWER?!" Voldemort boomed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A voice whimpered, "Please forgive me?" it pleaded.
"Fine...but if you fuck up one more time there will be consequences."
"Yes master, I understand."
Chanse made her way through the forest until she came upon a small clearing where the form of Voldemort stood with a Death Eater by his side. She slowly made her way closer and closer to the small clearing until she was hiding behind a tree. She reached inside her cloak, pulled her wand out of her pocket, and pointed it at the Death Eater.
"Conjunctivitis," Chanse whispered and watched as magical the Death Eater grabbed it's face.
"My eyes!" He yelled.
"What's wrong?" Voldemort asked.
"I can't see!"
"Who's out there?" Voldemort yelled.
Chanse stepped pasted the tree, but still made sure she was in the shadows, "Stupefy." Chanse said a little louder, and the Death Eater fell to the ground
"SHOW YOURSELF!" Voldemort screamed.
"Miss me?" Chanse smirked as she stepped forward.
"Chanse Potter," Voldemort smirked as he glided closer.
Chanse steadied her hand forward and sternly pointed her wand at Voldemort, "Remember what happened last time?"
"How could I forget?"
"One more step and you're gone." Chanse smirked, "You're still weak and I'm still strong and getting stronger."
"You think I'm weak, do you?"
"I know so."
"You think you're strong?"
"Did I stutter before?"
"No...I guess you didn't." Voldemort slightly glided back, "If you believe I'm so weak and you're strong then why don't you fight me? Right here right now and put an end to me."
Chanse reached up to her buckle on her cloak, unlatched it, and let it drop to the ground. "Let's do this." Chanse smirked as she took her fighting position.
"Come on little Potter," Voldemort spat, "I killed you and your brother's father, your brother's mother, your mother, and I'll kill you just an easily."
"You were lucky then but now you're dealing with a new generation of Potters," Chanse smirked, "Avada..."
"NO!"
The Death Eater jumped to his feet and stood in front of Voldemort.
"Move out of the way...I have no business with you!" Chanse yelled.
"If you have business with him," the Death Eater stood tall, "you have business with him."
"Move," Voldemort boomed at the Death Eater, "I would rather die tonight and have you live on then both of us die tonight...my son."
"Yes father."
Chanse's arm grew weak and began to slowly fall, "Father?" Chanse gasped.
"Good-bye," the Death Eater eerily spoke before he apparated from the clearing.
"Potter you look scared," Voldemort hissed. Chanse quickly straighten her arm and pointed it at Voldemort, "You see Chanse...Even if you kill me tonight my legend still lives on."
"Shut up and fight." Chanse hissed.
"If you wish." Voldemort smirked.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Chanse screamed and a blast of glowing green light flew out of her wand and towards Voldemort's shadows of his face.
Quickly Voldemort dodged the blast as it hit a tree and turned it a deep brown and leaves began to fall.
"Damnit!" Chanse huffed.
"Your little plan didn't work, did it Chanse?"
"Maybe not, but it's not over," Chanse smirked, "I'm still alive so I still have time."
"Not for long," Voldemort laughed, "REDUCTO!"
Chanse was sent flying back into the tree behind her, hitting against it hard. She slid down the truck to the forest floor where she slowly balanced herself and lifted her body up, and pointed her wand forward, "PRIORI INCANTATO!"
Voldemort was sent flying back into the tree behind him. He quickly got up and pointed his wand at Chanse, who was trying to stand tall but was hurt by the hit. "This is over now." Voldemort said calmly but with vengeance pouring out of his mouth. "AVADA..." he started.
Chanse felt her mouth open and words, which she had never heard before, pour out of it, "VICISSITUDO SUUS..." Chanse started too yelled at the same time of Voldemort's curse.
At the same time both Voldemort and Chanse yelled the last word of their spell...
"KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled.
"SACRO!" Chanse yelled.
Chanse and Voldemort both watched as the blast from their wands shot out towards one another. Chanse's blast was a vibrant purple, while Voldemort's blast was a bright green. When they clashed against each other's, Chanse's purple blast wrapped around the green, turning it a brilliant blue, and rushed towards Voldemort while the blue rushed towards Chanse.
The blue blast hit Chanse like a speeding train knocking her on the ground and engulfing her inside of it. Chanse watched form inside the blue blast as purple blast hit Voldemort and instead of engulfing him in purple; it engulfed him and then changed into the bright green.
Voldemort cried out in agony as the green blast spread over his body, and as quickly as it spread the blast grew lighter and lighter until it was gone...along with Voldemort.
Chanse changed her focus on the blue blast around her body, it grew lighter and lighter until finally it disappeared too...but Chanse was still there. She tried to push herself up but her body seemed to get heavier and heavier and her eyelids seemed to grow heavier and heavier, until the world around her became a blur.
She watched helplessly as everything grew darker and darker. She saw one thing that was a dark blur coming closer and closer to her until her stopped in front of her helpless body and picked her up. She tried to raise her head to see the face of this creature that was picking her up but her head was much too heavy.
She watched, as everything grew darker until everything went dark.
~~~~~~~~~
"Chanse!" Harry screamed.
Harry sat up straight in his bed huffing as beads of sweat rolled down his face and his scar burned.
"Harry what's wrong?" Ron asked sleepily.
"I had a dream...about Voldemort." Harry whispered to his best friend.
"Volde...Voldemort?!" Ron stuttered.
"Yes," Harry gasped, "and Chanse."
"What?" Ron gasped.
"It's all kind of a blur," Harry rubbed his scar which was cooling down, "Chanse and Voldemort were fighting...Voldemort had a son..."
"A son?" Ron gasped loudly.
"Shhh," Harry hissed, "yes a son," he whispered, "and Voldemort tried to kill Chanse but she said some kind of incantation and it killed Voldemort..."
"Well that's good."
"No but I think it killed Chanse too."
"What?"
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore appeared out of the shadows, "I would like you to come with me."
And, Jessica Halliwell Potter...Sorry about the whole relationship, cliff hanger thingy. I know the relationship thing annoys me too, but in order for the story to work the way I want it to I have to make the relationship like that...sorry. And the cliff hanger thing - my bad - I didn't think the last chapter was a cliff hanger, but I like them in stories, cause it just keeps me on my toes, and guessing, and wanting to keep reading...sorry if it bugs you, and I hope you keep reading even though I'll probably keep putting in cliff hangers...please do!?
And thanks to all the reviews...keep 'em coming please?!
Chapter 22: Dark Circle
Weeks pasted by in Chanse's life; she finished her detention with Cho in Snape's dungeons cleaning cauldrons, she worked on her schoolwork harder then ever because of Puddlemere, and she took Quidditch much more serious then she did before.
"That damn Transfiguration test was hard!" Angelina complained to Chanse as they stepped through the portal entrance to the Gryffindor tower.
"Angelina it wasn't that bad." Chanse smiled.
"Maybe not for you," Angelina hissed, "miss perfect," she coughed under her breath, "but for us 'less perfect' people it was."
"No for the people who STUDIED it wasn't hard." Chanse smirked.
Angelina waved Chanse off as she walked over to where Fred and George were playing Exploding Snaps in the corner. Chanse decided that she was going to go upstairs and just mess around, 'Maybe I'll sing?' Chanse thought.
She started up the stairs, where she saw Harry coming down them, "Hey Harry." Chanse smiled. Harry quickly smiled back at her then winced tightly. "What's wrong Harry?" Chanse jogged up the stairs up to Harry's side.
"It's my scar." Harry said weakly, as he lifted his hand to his forehead and pressed it against his lighting scar.
"What is it?" Chanse asked as she brushed some lose hairs out of Harry's face.
"It only burns like this when..." Harry loosened his pressure on his scar, and looked up at Chanse.
"Voldemort." Chanse whispered.
"But he couldn't be..." Harry started to say but his scar burned hotter.
Chanse grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him closer to her, "Come on." Chanse whispered, as she started to walk down the stairs.
Chanse got to the entrance and started to walk out of it when it opened, to reveal Emily and Kirstyn. "Hey Chanse," Kirstyn smiled, "Chanse what's wrong?" Kirstyn's expression quickly changed from happy to concern.
"What's wrong with Harry?" Emily asked.
"He feels sick to his stomach, so I'm taking him to Madam Pomfrey to get him checked out."
"Oh," Emily scratched her head and smiled, "well you want us to go with you guys?"
"NO!" Chanse shouted.
"O...k." Kirstyn laughed.
"Sorry I just don't want whatever he has to get to you guys," Chanse panicked and thought up an excuse of why they couldn't go, "and I would rather I get sick then either of you," Chanse pushed her and Harry pasted them, "but thanks for your concern you guys." Chanse shouted as she hurried down the hall with Harry cradled in her arms.
She hurried down the Gryffindor hallway, down the stairs, until she reached the second floor. She down the hall until she came upon Myrtle's bathroom door Chanse opened it. "Won't Myrtle get mad if we're in here?" Harry whispered.
"I wish I could say that," Chanse set Harry on the ground, walked over to the sink, and started to run water on her hand.
"What are you talking about Chanse?"
Chanse walked back over to Harry and placed her cold wet hand against Harry's scar, hoping to soothe the burning, "Cause Myrtle," Chanse tried to think of a way to phrase it, "Myrtle left."
"But how could she leave? She's a..." Harry winced again at the burning of the scar.
"Is it happening again?" Chanse said calming as she jogged over to the running sink, splashed her hands in the water again, and jogged back to Harry.
"Yeah." Harry weakly said, "But how could he be back?"
"I don't know," Chanse slowly lowered herself to the floor, "I think as long as both of us are alive he'll always be able to come back." She lowered her head, and pulled Harry closer to her, "and he'll always come back till we're both dead."
"You're wise beyond your years," a voice chuckled from the shadows.
"Professor how do you always know where I am?" Chanse laughed, as she watched Dumbledore appear from the shadows.
"As the Headmaster of this school it's my job to where each one of my students is," he smiled, "especially if their last names are Potter."
"Um...Professor?" Harry said weakly, "I was wondering what you meant by my sister is wise beyond her years?"
"She's got a part of Voldemort right," he walked over to the two Potters, "He will most defiantly keep coming back as long as both of you are alive..."
"What part is she wrong on?" Harry whispered.
"I think Voldemort, is a lot like normal people," Chanse and Harry's jaws dropped open in shock, "I think he has one weakness that would kill him...but otherwise there's nothing we can do."
Chanse pulled Harry into her arms and cradled him softly, until Harry grabbed his scar.
"Dumbledore," Chanse whispered, "is Voldemort back?"
"Telling from your brother's scar...I would say so."
Chanse looked down at her brother, who was in agony, and then she looked back up at Dumbledore, "What's Voldemort's weakness?"
"No one knows," Dumbledore bowed, "but why do you ask?"
"I have business to attend to." Chanse nodded and quickly left the second floor bathroom.
"Dumbledore," Harry asked weakly, "what is she doing?"
"I hope not what I'm thinking." Dumbledore whispered as he stared at the open bathroom door.
"If anyone would know it would be Hermione," Chanse puffed as she continued to run up the rotating stairs, towards the Gryffindor tower.
"Fairy Lights," Chanse huffed to the Fat Lady.
When the portrait opened and revealed the Gryffindor Commons Room Chanse stepped through the portal and into the Commons Room. She looked around and saw Hermione in the corner helping Kirstyn and Emily. Chanse smiled at the sight and then quickly ran over to them. "Hey guys."
"Hey." The three girls chimed.
"Where's Liz?" Chanse asked.
"Sick." Emily sighed.
"Oh," Chanse sighed, "well tell her to get better for me, alright?"
"Alright." Kirstyn smiled.
"Is that all you wanted?" Hermione asked.
"Actually...no," Chanse shrugged, "I was wondering where Voldemort was rumored to be when he returned last?"
Chanse watched as the three girls' faces all looked around in horror. "Why do you want to know?" Kirstyn snapped.
Chanse tried to search her mind for an answer, "Because," Chanse then turned to Hermione, "so do you know?"
"The Forbidden Forest," Hermione sighed, and then watched as Chanse started to run out of the Commons Room, "BUT WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?" Hermione shouted, but it was too late...Chanse was gone.
Chanse sprinted down the rotating stairs as fast as she possibly could, without falling down them. She ran pasted the Great Hall and into the courtyard. She watched as the orange sun slowly set behind the castle walls, turning the sky shades and shades of different colors.
She ran as fast as she could, through the courtyard, and out into the boundaries of Hogwarts, 'Do you want to do this?' Geno asked inside Chanse's head.
'Yeah...I do,' Chanse responded and then ran to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
Chanse walked over to Hagrid's hut, pulled the lantern off its hinge by the door, and walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She held the lantern by her face and looked deep into the deep black forest.
'You're sure you want to do this?' Geno asked again.
Chanse set the lantern down on the ground, placed her hands on her cloak's hood and pulled it over her head, picked up the lantern, and once again looked deep into the forest. 'The most I've ever been.' Chanse whispered.
'Chanse you know once you enter there I cannot contact you anymore,' Geno reminded, 'fear of giving you away to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.'
"I know Geno," Chanse whispered aloud, "and if I don't make it back to night, I'm saying this to you now...Good-bye."
'Foxlin Chanse Potter you better come back tonight and say hello...not good- bye.' Geno snapped.
'I will.' Chanse nodded and then headed into the Forbidden Forest.
Chanse slowly and quietly walked farther and farther into the Forbidden Forest, stepping over tree roots and over twigs. She held the lantern low to her side so that the light wouldn't projected to brightly into the forest darkness. She would look from the left to the right and up to down. She could feel her heart beat a different beat from her normal beat, a scared beat and a determined beat.
"Are you alright?" a voice rasped.
"I'm still weak," another voice hissed, "that magic." The man growled.
"Voldemort." Chanse whispered to herself, as she set the lantern down on the ground where she was standing and started to creep forward.
Chanse slowly crept towards the voices, which were busy talking about Voldemort's strength and power.
"Can we still win?"
"YOU DARE CHALLENGE MY POWER?!" Voldemort boomed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A voice whimpered, "Please forgive me?" it pleaded.
"Fine...but if you fuck up one more time there will be consequences."
"Yes master, I understand."
Chanse made her way through the forest until she came upon a small clearing where the form of Voldemort stood with a Death Eater by his side. She slowly made her way closer and closer to the small clearing until she was hiding behind a tree. She reached inside her cloak, pulled her wand out of her pocket, and pointed it at the Death Eater.
"Conjunctivitis," Chanse whispered and watched as magical the Death Eater grabbed it's face.
"My eyes!" He yelled.
"What's wrong?" Voldemort asked.
"I can't see!"
"Who's out there?" Voldemort yelled.
Chanse stepped pasted the tree, but still made sure she was in the shadows, "Stupefy." Chanse said a little louder, and the Death Eater fell to the ground
"SHOW YOURSELF!" Voldemort screamed.
"Miss me?" Chanse smirked as she stepped forward.
"Chanse Potter," Voldemort smirked as he glided closer.
Chanse steadied her hand forward and sternly pointed her wand at Voldemort, "Remember what happened last time?"
"How could I forget?"
"One more step and you're gone." Chanse smirked, "You're still weak and I'm still strong and getting stronger."
"You think I'm weak, do you?"
"I know so."
"You think you're strong?"
"Did I stutter before?"
"No...I guess you didn't." Voldemort slightly glided back, "If you believe I'm so weak and you're strong then why don't you fight me? Right here right now and put an end to me."
Chanse reached up to her buckle on her cloak, unlatched it, and let it drop to the ground. "Let's do this." Chanse smirked as she took her fighting position.
"Come on little Potter," Voldemort spat, "I killed you and your brother's father, your brother's mother, your mother, and I'll kill you just an easily."
"You were lucky then but now you're dealing with a new generation of Potters," Chanse smirked, "Avada..."
"NO!"
The Death Eater jumped to his feet and stood in front of Voldemort.
"Move out of the way...I have no business with you!" Chanse yelled.
"If you have business with him," the Death Eater stood tall, "you have business with him."
"Move," Voldemort boomed at the Death Eater, "I would rather die tonight and have you live on then both of us die tonight...my son."
"Yes father."
Chanse's arm grew weak and began to slowly fall, "Father?" Chanse gasped.
"Good-bye," the Death Eater eerily spoke before he apparated from the clearing.
"Potter you look scared," Voldemort hissed. Chanse quickly straighten her arm and pointed it at Voldemort, "You see Chanse...Even if you kill me tonight my legend still lives on."
"Shut up and fight." Chanse hissed.
"If you wish." Voldemort smirked.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Chanse screamed and a blast of glowing green light flew out of her wand and towards Voldemort's shadows of his face.
Quickly Voldemort dodged the blast as it hit a tree and turned it a deep brown and leaves began to fall.
"Damnit!" Chanse huffed.
"Your little plan didn't work, did it Chanse?"
"Maybe not, but it's not over," Chanse smirked, "I'm still alive so I still have time."
"Not for long," Voldemort laughed, "REDUCTO!"
Chanse was sent flying back into the tree behind her, hitting against it hard. She slid down the truck to the forest floor where she slowly balanced herself and lifted her body up, and pointed her wand forward, "PRIORI INCANTATO!"
Voldemort was sent flying back into the tree behind him. He quickly got up and pointed his wand at Chanse, who was trying to stand tall but was hurt by the hit. "This is over now." Voldemort said calmly but with vengeance pouring out of his mouth. "AVADA..." he started.
Chanse felt her mouth open and words, which she had never heard before, pour out of it, "VICISSITUDO SUUS..." Chanse started too yelled at the same time of Voldemort's curse.
At the same time both Voldemort and Chanse yelled the last word of their spell...
"KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled.
"SACRO!" Chanse yelled.
Chanse and Voldemort both watched as the blast from their wands shot out towards one another. Chanse's blast was a vibrant purple, while Voldemort's blast was a bright green. When they clashed against each other's, Chanse's purple blast wrapped around the green, turning it a brilliant blue, and rushed towards Voldemort while the blue rushed towards Chanse.
The blue blast hit Chanse like a speeding train knocking her on the ground and engulfing her inside of it. Chanse watched form inside the blue blast as purple blast hit Voldemort and instead of engulfing him in purple; it engulfed him and then changed into the bright green.
Voldemort cried out in agony as the green blast spread over his body, and as quickly as it spread the blast grew lighter and lighter until it was gone...along with Voldemort.
Chanse changed her focus on the blue blast around her body, it grew lighter and lighter until finally it disappeared too...but Chanse was still there. She tried to push herself up but her body seemed to get heavier and heavier and her eyelids seemed to grow heavier and heavier, until the world around her became a blur.
She watched helplessly as everything grew darker and darker. She saw one thing that was a dark blur coming closer and closer to her until her stopped in front of her helpless body and picked her up. She tried to raise her head to see the face of this creature that was picking her up but her head was much too heavy.
She watched, as everything grew darker until everything went dark.
~~~~~~~~~
"Chanse!" Harry screamed.
Harry sat up straight in his bed huffing as beads of sweat rolled down his face and his scar burned.
"Harry what's wrong?" Ron asked sleepily.
"I had a dream...about Voldemort." Harry whispered to his best friend.
"Volde...Voldemort?!" Ron stuttered.
"Yes," Harry gasped, "and Chanse."
"What?" Ron gasped.
"It's all kind of a blur," Harry rubbed his scar which was cooling down, "Chanse and Voldemort were fighting...Voldemort had a son..."
"A son?" Ron gasped loudly.
"Shhh," Harry hissed, "yes a son," he whispered, "and Voldemort tried to kill Chanse but she said some kind of incantation and it killed Voldemort..."
"Well that's good."
"No but I think it killed Chanse too."
"What?"
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore appeared out of the shadows, "I would like you to come with me."