Disclaimer: Of all things said, I do own Shea, who is a funny character that has lots of Mary-Sue potentials.

AN: So everyone wants Harry to die huh? Muahahahahahahhahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! I am glad to hear that! JK!

"Main computer room sealed and secured. Auxiliary computer rooms sealed and secured. Artillery room sealed and secured. The system is shut down. Water vaults will open in one minute. Count down starting now."

"What the heck!" Kenny shouted, startled as the computer announced the information in flat voice.

"Uh oh." Dizzi said half jokingly, half seriously.

"What is going on, Dizzi?" Kenny asked bewildered.

"Well, I have got bad news and good news." Dizzi answered, "The bad news is that it seems that there are water vaults and pipes around this complex, and shutting down the main computer system somehow triggered the system and this building is going to be flooded soon enough. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it. The good news is that we have plenty time to get out. The water goes for the computer rooms and artillery room first."

"What about the main computer room? Is there no chance for people to get in or out?" Ray asked suddenly with concern in his voice.

Dizzi was silent for a second, and then she said, "Sorry, boys, but the main computer room is sealed up tight with steel doors, and I detect a strange static field around it, possibly used to protect it against spells and such things. There is no way, I don't think."

There was a thick silence inside the small room for a moment, but finally Kai spoke, "We can't worry about it now. There is nothing we can do. We have to get Shea first, then get all those people still inside the building out."

Just then the door to the control room opened and Shea walked in. She was very pale, and she looked ready to fall any second.

"No need to go looking for me, I am here." She said in a shaky voice, "They are... They are shut tight down there. It's over. We have to get out."

Kai took the girl's arm and supported her gently. He said in a commanding voice, "Chief, you and Shea head out first, I don't think she looks too good. We will split up and check the building to see if anyone remains."

Kenny nodded, and he came to Shea's side. Together they left the control room and headed for the shortest route outside. Kai, Ray, Max and Tyson split up and headed to different directions, checking if anyone remained in the building.

Ray halted and stood still after his teammates vanished from his sight. He stood there for a second, as if hesitating, but it was only for a second. He picked up his pace again and went on with determination. He climbed a few staircases and landed on the first floor. After turning a few times in the maze of grey corridors, he finally stopped before an empty stretch of wall. He pressed a spot on the wall and the mechanism revealed a screen with a keyboard. He signed in relief. Good thing this contraption here is not part of the system they shut down, otherwise it would have been in vain. He pulled out his dagger again and sliced it into the screen. A few sparks flew, and the wall opened, revealing the small, dark compartment. As soon as he stepped in, more sound of mechanism could be heard as the elevator pulled up, opened the door, and dim light streamed in from the elevator.

Standing there, Ray was thinking fast. Taking the elevator down a flooded room is definitely not a good idea. Making up his mind, he raised his hand. There was a slight rumbling as the wall of the elevator suddenly began to close in. Not long after the elevator was no more than a flat piece of metal, pressed in by the shifting concrete walls. The wall moved away again and returned to its original position, revealing the dark elevator shaft. Ray stretched out his arm and touched the wall lightly, there was a flash of light as green vines shot out the concrete, lengthening down into the darkness. He took a hold of the vines and slipped down the lightless pit.

Wind whistled and hollered as Ray accelerated down, his hold on the vine is not slowing him much, and already he could feel a scorching pain in his palm. Alarmed, he tightened his hold on the vine. The pains in his hand increased ten fold as he tried to stop his descend. The vine snapped tight and held for a second, and then it broke with a crisp sound. With that Ray took his free fall down the bottomless elevator shaft.

Even as he fell, he pulled out his dagger and with one swift movement and plunged it into the concrete wall. Pain shot through his arm as he jerked to a stop, no longer falling. He breathed, but not in relief, for he was in much of a predicament now. There was no light, and he had no idea his position save maybe an estimate. For a few seconds Ray hung there and did nothing but breathing. His mind was racing furiously. Suddenly something came to his mind as he cursed softly. Shaking his head wryly he took an object from his pocket with his left hand. It was a smooth glass ball. He shook the glass ball gently as it slowly began to glow, casting a bright silver light in the dark gloom. Taking a careful look by the light, Ray drew in a breath and clenched his teeth. Then he drew the dagger from the concrete and let himself fall.

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Harry stood rigid in the darkness. There was no other sound but that of the furious rushing water. A second ago the situation was hopeless, but now the cold water washed up his feet, the situation was desperate. No wait, Harry thought wryly, those two are about the same thing. There was never a chance from the beginning. Harry listened again. He couldn't hear anything from the other two that occupied this room, as if they suddenly vanished. Frantically wishing for some light and caring about little else, Harry pulled out his wand with a trembling hand and muttered, "Lumos."

Nothing happened. Harry dropped his hand and slid his wand back into his pocket, feeling foolish. No spells would work here; he should not have forgotten that. The water has reached his knees now. Harry moved his legs. He began to walk, not caring that he created splash and stir of water as he went. He tried to head towards the direction of the elevator as he remembered. After god knows how long of shifting and walking blindly, Harry felt a wall. Being encouraged a little, he moved along the wall, inch by inch, slowly and cautiously, not wanting to lose his direction. Finally he felt something of different texture. It was smooth and cold, no doubt the steel door that sealed the room tight. Harry leaned against the steel, chaos in his head. But then he heard sounds. Sounds of metals scraping and sliding. With renewed hope, Harry hit the steel door, once, before a few sparks flew and by that precious light he saw a thin metal blade slicing through the steel.

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Ray finally landed, not gracefully maybe, but well enough to not hurt himself and created only a little sound. He held the glass globe in his hand a little higher to get a better look. There were nothing to see but bare concrete walls mostly, and a door. He leaned closer and looked at it carefully. The door was no different from a conventional elevator door. After some picking and wedging, the door slid open. But there was another sheet of steel beyond the elevator door. Ray examined it closely. There was not a crack on the sheet of steel. He brought his dagger up and tested the hardness of the steel; the blade only left a light scratch on the steel. His brow furrowed. Just then he heard a banging sound from the other side of the steel. That sudden sound made him hesitated no longer as he plunged the dagger into the steel with all his might. The blade sank in with great difficulty and sparks flew.

Someone spoke on the other side of steel door, but the voice was muffled and not intelligible. Ray tried to slice the steel door with the dagger, but the blade would not move an inch. After a few futile attempts, he pulled the dagger back with great difficulty. He stood there for a second, then he leaned closer to the steel door and said in a clear voice, "Whoever is on the other side of the door, listen carefully. Back away from the door now."

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Harry heard Ray's voice, albeit not so clearly. But he backed away from the door, less from the warning, and more from his instinct. Just then the floor beneath him began to shake, so did the walls that surrounded the room. There was a violent rumble, as if something was protruding from the floor. He was thrown backward and landed in the cold water on his back. The shaking was so violent now as if there was a full-scale earthquake. Suddenly he saw light, coming from the hand of Ray. He stood there, looking calm and collected like always, if slightly pale. Harry blinked a few times, and then he saw clearly. The steel door was in a crumbled heap now, as if superman had just tried to do origami with it. The walls are tumbled and broken, forming an opening. Beyond the opening was the elevator shaft, appearing eerie with the endless darkness extending upwards.

"Harry!" Ray called and came walking towards him, "Are you all right?"

Dazed and confused, Harry nodded mutely in reply.

"Where are they?" Ray asked, in a quieter voice.

Harry turned around and looked. The light was not very bright, but enough to see everything inside the room clearly. Voltaire was laying a few paces from where they stood, a patch of blood on his temple, and his arms hanging limply by his side. A small handgun was right beside his gnarled and bony hand. Harry stared unblinkingly, while Ray walked over to the old man's side quickly. He knelt down by the old man and checked his pulse. Then standing up he shook his head towards Harry's direction. He held aloft the glass ball to illuminate the entire room. There was no sign of Voldemort. He turned around and threw Harry a questioning glance. Suddenly remembering something, Harry pulled out his wand.

"Lumos." He whispered. Instantly a small blue flame sprang from the end of his wand, flickering to and fro.

Harry cursed, "Voldemort apprated, probably just now. There was a shield stopping all magic in this room before. I don't know how this happened, but it seems the shield is gone now."

Ray nodded and said, "Let's go then, we have to get out of here while we still can."

The two of them quickly came to the elevator shaft. There was no light, save the glass ball Ray held in his hand. Water is already waist deep, cold and cutting.

"How do we get up?" Harry asked tentatively.

Ray threw him an amused glance and said wryly, "Is there a chance you can climb this?"

"What?" Harry exclaimed, "No... Not a chance."

Ray didn't answer for a while; it looked like he was in deep thought. Finally he opened his palm and let the glass ball hover in the air with some unseen magic. Then he passed the dagger in his hand to Harry.

"Hold on tight." He instructed, "And use this thing on the wall when you need it."

With that he closed his eyes and raised his hand slowly. Again there was a rumble and the floor shook, but gently instead of violently. Something was rising slowly and pushing them up, and a few seconds later their feet were above the water. Harry looked and by the light of the hovering glass ball, he saw that he was standing on a tree trunk. He watched in amazement as branches sprang from the trunk, extending and splitting, forever extending upward. Harry could feel himself rising, and as the tree grew higher and higher, so did his joy and his hope. Quite a few times he was thrown off balance by the extending branch, but he was prepared and always held himself. He saw that Ray was standing on a thick branch; arms stretched outward, and eyes shut tight in concentration. The glass ball hovered above them still and gave off a faint light, like a small star. By that light Harry saw the end of the elevator shaft not far above them, and he felt great relieve rushed through him.

But that relieve was short lived. Suddenly there was a popping noise; a flash of light, and the person he expected least appeared. Voldemort stood on a branch, his wand in his hand, and his face distorted with rage and joy alike. The Dark Lord was not looking at Harry; instead he loomed over Ray menacingly.

"Ray!" Harry shouted with alarm, "Watch out!"

Too late, Voldemort raised his hand high and the wand changed to a sharp knife. He plunged the weapon into the boy before him. Ray snapped his eyes open at the last second, and instinctively he shifted, trying to avoid the sharp knife aimed at his heart. He did not move quite enough, for the knife ended up in his shoulder. With a stifled cry of pain he fell back and was caught between two thick branches. Harry's hand went to his pocket, where his own wand lies. But his hand suddenly froze. He saw the knife changed back into a sleek wooden wand again, still caught in Ray's shoulder. He also saw a malicious smile on Voldemort's face as he croaked, "Aveda Kedavra!"

The tree was no longer rising. The sudden burst of light was blinding. There were green flashes, like squiggling snakes and sticky ropes they formed a net around Ray. That's the last sight Harry saw, for soon his own eyes were filled with nothing but darkness and flashes of green light, and the pain in his head was so great he almost burst out in tears. Then as soon as it came, it stopped. He could see again. The green light was gone, and by the light of the glass orb he saw Voldemort's distorted face and Ray's limp form. Even that did not last long. For the branches that held the two snapped and broke. Ray plunged down the length of the elevator shaft, and the sound of splashing water answered his fall. Voldemort leapt back just in time, now standing on another branch. Slowly but surely, he turned around and faced Harry.

"Well, Potter." He said with a snarl, "You see you haven't won yet. Not you, nor your little pathetic friends. He came down to save you, didn't he? And foolishly he broke that anti-magic shield, leaving me here now, alive and well, thirsting for revenge."

He stepped closer towards Harry and continued, "So, Potter, how do we finish this."

Harry didn't know what drove him that exact moment, whether it was his will or his instinct, but it mattered little. His fingers wrapped tighter around the hilt of the dagger Ray gave him and he thrust it forward. The first slash caught Voldemort on the arm. He stumbled back, hissing like a snake with its tail cut off. Harry didn't hesitate anymore. He leaped forward and plunged the dagger into Voldemort's chest.

"You..." Voldemort's face was twisted to such an extent that no one would recognize it as a human face anymore. That was the last word he said, before he fell back, eyes wide open, and that gruesome expression carved still on his face.

"That is how we finish this." Harry said vengefully through clenched teeth, "You die."

As soon as he said these words, a hissing sound filled his ears. Voldemort's body was quickly melting away. After a few seconds all that remained was a few white bones, a patch of crimson blood, and a hand with grasping fingers. Harry shuddered. Father's bones, servant's flesh, enemy's blood... Now the spell is broken, only these remained. He stood there for a second, panting, wondering if that's the end. Just then he heard another sound, that of rushing water. He raised his head and saw water pouring down the elevator shaft like the Niagara's falls. Harry closed his eyes and knew that this time it was truly the end.