The Death of a Hero
Part 3
"I have already agreed to help you. If you keep your end of the bargain I will keep mine." Harry said.
"Now that your name has been cleared Harry lets get you a proper room." Dumbledore said hoping that he could talk Harry out of ending his life.
"When I walked into the great hall you did not even see fit to speak to me. What has changed in such a short amount of time?" Harry asked already knowing the answer.
Dumbledore wished to use him just as he had used his parents. If he could talk Harry into living then he could use Harry's fame to further his own.
"You have been proven innocent, and deserve to-," Dumbledore began to say.
"I was always innocent," Harry interrupted in his dull voice.
"Please Harry," Hermione said. "We only want you to be comfortable and happy."
"It makes no difference where I am, or where I go. After what I have been through I can never have a happy alive."
"Cry me a river Potter," Snape sneered. "At least your father was able to die like a man instead of wallowing in self pity."
Snape hoped that if he could anger Potter he would want to keep living. He already owed James Potter a life debt, but if he could save Harry now then maybe it would be enough to make the two rivals even.
"You're right Snape," Harry said as the rest of the Hogwarts staff protested Snape's earlier comments. "My father did die like a man, but I unfortunately do not have that option."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked still reeling from the fact that Harry was innocent.
"When people are sent to Azkaban they stop being human, they stop being men, and women. They are only shells of the people that they once were. They crave for it to be over, to be re-united with their friends and family that were lucky enough to die first."
"Don't talk like that," Remus said. "We're your family and your friends."
"If you ever cared about my parents please don't lie to me anymore. None of you see me as a person even now. Only as a tool you can manipulate to further your own ambitions."
"What about everything we've been through together?" Hermione asked. "All of our adventures? They must mean something to you."
"Do you know what my happiest memory is?" Harry asked not waiting for anyone to answer. "It is when my parents died, not only because it was the only time I heard them speak, but because it was real. In all the memories that I have of the wizarding world it is the only one that is real."
The rest of the staff had nothing to say to that. They all knew it to be true. Even now all they could think about was how Harry was going to help them win the war.
"Harry your mother died because she wanted you to live," Sirius said changing tactics.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "She would be very disappointed in you if she saw the way you were acting."
"And how would she feel about the way all of you betrayed me?" Harry asked. He looked around the room noticing the guilty faces of all that were present. "Do you think she could ever forgive what you have done?" "If she knew what would happen to me she would have killed me herself."
"Harry, you can't mean that," Hermionie pleaded.
Just as Harry was about to answer the castle shook with the sound of exploding spells hitting the castle walls.
"What the hell is going on?" Ron asked as he looked to make sure that everyone was okay.
"He is here." Harry said in an ominous voice.
"Who's here? What the bloody hell are you talking about Potter?" Snape asked.
"Voldermort is here, it is time for the final battle," Harry said as he waved his hand over the door.
To everyone's shock the door blasted off its hinges and slammed into the wall. Harry slowly stepped out of his cell and began to walk towards the main hall. He somehow knew that this would be where Voldermort would be waiting for him.
The other watched as Harry calmly left the room after his impressive display of power.
As Harry entered the main hall he noticed a large group of death eaters were holding what was left of the Hogwarts staff at wand point. He stepped closer into the room and the death eaters parted to reveal their master, Voldermort.
"How was Azkaban Potter?" Voldermort asked with a smirk.
"It was hell," Harry answered truthfully. He no longer had a reason to play mind games with his enemy. How ever this ended he would be dead.
Voldermort was at first shocked at Harry's answer but was able to hide it well. "Swear loyalty to me or I will kill all of your precious friends," He threatened.
"I have no friends. Do what you will with them," Harry answered simply.
"Very well," Voldermort said thinking that Harry was bluffing. "Kill that one," he said pointing to an elderly woman.
"Avada Kedavara," Malfoy Sr. said instantly killing the old women.
Harry didn't even flinch as the woman died. His eyes remained as dull as they were when he entered the room.
"Well Potter it looks like you're responsible for the death of another innocent," Voldermort said smugly.
"None of the wizards or witches here are innocent. They are just as evil as you are,"
"What the hell are you talking about Potter?" Voldermort asked now completely bewildered.
"If you had not become the new dark lord one of them would have. I have not met a single one of you that doesn't like to destroy the lives of others."
"You think that these mud bloods are as powerful as me?" Voldermort asked getting angry.
"No not as powerful, but just as evil, half blood and pure bloods alike."
"I grow tired of these games Potter. Will you join my side or die with these fools?" Voldermort asked.
"I am tired of living Riddle," Harry said, using Voldermort's real name. "When I kill you it will be over."
"You truly believe you can defeat me?" Voldermort asked with a cold laugh.
"I must avenge my parents before I can die in peace." Harry said as he got into a battle stance. "If you had not killed my parents I would have simply left, and let you do what ever you wanted with the wizarding world. Do you have the strength to fight me alone or will you cower behind your followers?"
"I am more than enough to defeat you Potter," Voldermort snarled as the death eaters moved back to give them room.
"You don't even have a bloody wand Potter," Malfoy laughed. "What chance could you possibly have?"
"I'm stronger than you think," Harry said with a smirk and snapped his fingers, causing a large golden dome to surround Harry and Voldermort.
"What have you done Potter?" Voldermort asked as he began to panic, but he got no response. Harry just stared back at him with those dull eyes of his and that smirk on his face.
Voldermort tried to apparate out of the dome but was shocked again to find that he could not. "Tear down the shield," he ordered his death eaters.
"Our time is over Riddle, it has been over for a long time. We both should have died that night at Godric's Hollow," Harry said in an ominous voice.
"You don't scare me Potter," Voldermort said his voice quivering.
"Perhaps this will," Harry said as he lifted both his arms into the air. In his right hand lightning began to crackle and swirl around, creating a sword made of lightning. In his left hand a dagger formed that seemed to be made completely of flames.
Voldermort quickly transfigured his wand into a sword and charged at Potter, but he was obviously the less experienced of the two. Harry cut deeply into Voldermort's chest with a quick slash from him lightning sword.
As Voldermort doubled over in pain Harry brought his dagger down and cut off two of Voldermort's fingers.
"I have never felt so much pain," Voldermort thought as he backed away from Harry and clutched his hand.
"I will tear you apart piece by piece if I must," Harry said without emotion.
For the first time since his rebirth Voldermort felt fear. He had finally met an opponent that he could not defeat.
Harry as if sensing what Voldermort was thinking pressed his attack with a few quick slashes. "Do you know what the worst type of enemy to have is?" Harry asked as he slashed Voldermort's arm clear off. Voldermort was too busy clutching the stump that used to be his arm to answer.
"The one that has nothing left to loose," Harry said as he slashed off Voldermort's other arm.
"Goodbye Riddle," Harry said as he finally cut of the head of his enemy.
It was finally over, Harry's destiny was complete. Now all that remained was the end.
Harry dropped to his knees as he lowered the shield, making himself an easy target for who ever wished to end it.
Part 3
"I have already agreed to help you. If you keep your end of the bargain I will keep mine." Harry said.
"Now that your name has been cleared Harry lets get you a proper room." Dumbledore said hoping that he could talk Harry out of ending his life.
"When I walked into the great hall you did not even see fit to speak to me. What has changed in such a short amount of time?" Harry asked already knowing the answer.
Dumbledore wished to use him just as he had used his parents. If he could talk Harry into living then he could use Harry's fame to further his own.
"You have been proven innocent, and deserve to-," Dumbledore began to say.
"I was always innocent," Harry interrupted in his dull voice.
"Please Harry," Hermione said. "We only want you to be comfortable and happy."
"It makes no difference where I am, or where I go. After what I have been through I can never have a happy alive."
"Cry me a river Potter," Snape sneered. "At least your father was able to die like a man instead of wallowing in self pity."
Snape hoped that if he could anger Potter he would want to keep living. He already owed James Potter a life debt, but if he could save Harry now then maybe it would be enough to make the two rivals even.
"You're right Snape," Harry said as the rest of the Hogwarts staff protested Snape's earlier comments. "My father did die like a man, but I unfortunately do not have that option."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked still reeling from the fact that Harry was innocent.
"When people are sent to Azkaban they stop being human, they stop being men, and women. They are only shells of the people that they once were. They crave for it to be over, to be re-united with their friends and family that were lucky enough to die first."
"Don't talk like that," Remus said. "We're your family and your friends."
"If you ever cared about my parents please don't lie to me anymore. None of you see me as a person even now. Only as a tool you can manipulate to further your own ambitions."
"What about everything we've been through together?" Hermione asked. "All of our adventures? They must mean something to you."
"Do you know what my happiest memory is?" Harry asked not waiting for anyone to answer. "It is when my parents died, not only because it was the only time I heard them speak, but because it was real. In all the memories that I have of the wizarding world it is the only one that is real."
The rest of the staff had nothing to say to that. They all knew it to be true. Even now all they could think about was how Harry was going to help them win the war.
"Harry your mother died because she wanted you to live," Sirius said changing tactics.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "She would be very disappointed in you if she saw the way you were acting."
"And how would she feel about the way all of you betrayed me?" Harry asked. He looked around the room noticing the guilty faces of all that were present. "Do you think she could ever forgive what you have done?" "If she knew what would happen to me she would have killed me herself."
"Harry, you can't mean that," Hermionie pleaded.
Just as Harry was about to answer the castle shook with the sound of exploding spells hitting the castle walls.
"What the hell is going on?" Ron asked as he looked to make sure that everyone was okay.
"He is here." Harry said in an ominous voice.
"Who's here? What the bloody hell are you talking about Potter?" Snape asked.
"Voldermort is here, it is time for the final battle," Harry said as he waved his hand over the door.
To everyone's shock the door blasted off its hinges and slammed into the wall. Harry slowly stepped out of his cell and began to walk towards the main hall. He somehow knew that this would be where Voldermort would be waiting for him.
The other watched as Harry calmly left the room after his impressive display of power.
As Harry entered the main hall he noticed a large group of death eaters were holding what was left of the Hogwarts staff at wand point. He stepped closer into the room and the death eaters parted to reveal their master, Voldermort.
"How was Azkaban Potter?" Voldermort asked with a smirk.
"It was hell," Harry answered truthfully. He no longer had a reason to play mind games with his enemy. How ever this ended he would be dead.
Voldermort was at first shocked at Harry's answer but was able to hide it well. "Swear loyalty to me or I will kill all of your precious friends," He threatened.
"I have no friends. Do what you will with them," Harry answered simply.
"Very well," Voldermort said thinking that Harry was bluffing. "Kill that one," he said pointing to an elderly woman.
"Avada Kedavara," Malfoy Sr. said instantly killing the old women.
Harry didn't even flinch as the woman died. His eyes remained as dull as they were when he entered the room.
"Well Potter it looks like you're responsible for the death of another innocent," Voldermort said smugly.
"None of the wizards or witches here are innocent. They are just as evil as you are,"
"What the hell are you talking about Potter?" Voldermort asked now completely bewildered.
"If you had not become the new dark lord one of them would have. I have not met a single one of you that doesn't like to destroy the lives of others."
"You think that these mud bloods are as powerful as me?" Voldermort asked getting angry.
"No not as powerful, but just as evil, half blood and pure bloods alike."
"I grow tired of these games Potter. Will you join my side or die with these fools?" Voldermort asked.
"I am tired of living Riddle," Harry said, using Voldermort's real name. "When I kill you it will be over."
"You truly believe you can defeat me?" Voldermort asked with a cold laugh.
"I must avenge my parents before I can die in peace." Harry said as he got into a battle stance. "If you had not killed my parents I would have simply left, and let you do what ever you wanted with the wizarding world. Do you have the strength to fight me alone or will you cower behind your followers?"
"I am more than enough to defeat you Potter," Voldermort snarled as the death eaters moved back to give them room.
"You don't even have a bloody wand Potter," Malfoy laughed. "What chance could you possibly have?"
"I'm stronger than you think," Harry said with a smirk and snapped his fingers, causing a large golden dome to surround Harry and Voldermort.
"What have you done Potter?" Voldermort asked as he began to panic, but he got no response. Harry just stared back at him with those dull eyes of his and that smirk on his face.
Voldermort tried to apparate out of the dome but was shocked again to find that he could not. "Tear down the shield," he ordered his death eaters.
"Our time is over Riddle, it has been over for a long time. We both should have died that night at Godric's Hollow," Harry said in an ominous voice.
"You don't scare me Potter," Voldermort said his voice quivering.
"Perhaps this will," Harry said as he lifted both his arms into the air. In his right hand lightning began to crackle and swirl around, creating a sword made of lightning. In his left hand a dagger formed that seemed to be made completely of flames.
Voldermort quickly transfigured his wand into a sword and charged at Potter, but he was obviously the less experienced of the two. Harry cut deeply into Voldermort's chest with a quick slash from him lightning sword.
As Voldermort doubled over in pain Harry brought his dagger down and cut off two of Voldermort's fingers.
"I have never felt so much pain," Voldermort thought as he backed away from Harry and clutched his hand.
"I will tear you apart piece by piece if I must," Harry said without emotion.
For the first time since his rebirth Voldermort felt fear. He had finally met an opponent that he could not defeat.
Harry as if sensing what Voldermort was thinking pressed his attack with a few quick slashes. "Do you know what the worst type of enemy to have is?" Harry asked as he slashed Voldermort's arm clear off. Voldermort was too busy clutching the stump that used to be his arm to answer.
"The one that has nothing left to loose," Harry said as he slashed off Voldermort's other arm.
"Goodbye Riddle," Harry said as he finally cut of the head of his enemy.
It was finally over, Harry's destiny was complete. Now all that remained was the end.
Harry dropped to his knees as he lowered the shield, making himself an easy target for who ever wished to end it.
