Chapter 29 - Death
Harry heard
a strange buzzing in his ears as he stared at Voldemort, whose face was still
smiling, almost confidently. Harry's fists tightened and Voldemort smirked.
"Ready to fight?" he said, twirling
his wands carelessly around his long pale fingers. Harry didn't speak, his
mouth was very dry and his head hurt with the noise around him.
"Scared?" Voldemort asked with another
smirk. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"You weren't so confident last year," he
remarked angrily. Voldemort's eyes widened furiously.
"A mere miscalculation," he said viciously,
eyes fixed on Harry. "I had merely miscalculated your power. It will not happen
again."
"Story of
your career as a psycho," Harry said with a harsh mirthless life. "Miscalculating
me. You did it when I was just a baby and look where that got you. Are you
really that confident that you haven't done it again?"
"You are a mere boy," Voldemort said
spitefully. "A boy with more power than he knows what to do with. And a Gryffindor,
a pure blood lover with no respect for that power. I have not underestimated
this time."
"Then we fight," Harry said coldly. Out of the
corner of his eye, her saw his father and Sirius battling death eaters, making
their way towards him but he shut it from his mind.
"Well met, Potter," Voldemort said, and
he threw his cloak to Wormtail who took it and slunk behind his master.
Harry and Voldemort faced one another, Voldemort with his wand raised high in
front of him. Before Harry could move, Voldemort had fired a curse which hit
Harry and knocked him backwards of his feet. Harry was equal to that; he too
pushed Voldemort off his feet and jumped up to stun Voldemort. Voldemort
blocked his attack, reflecting the stunner back at Harry. Harry dodged it
narrowly and was left unprepared for the Cruciatus curse fired at him.
He screamed in agony as pain pulsed through his body. Pain like nothing he had
felt before, pain tearing through his body, his flesh, his blood. His muscles twitching,
jerking, never ending, never ending.
Dimly, he was aware of Voldemort approaching him, standing over him, laughing at
Harry's prone figure. Harry was angry inside, when he could think past the
pain, angry that he had gone out like this, that he was the hope for the future
and this was the best he could do.
As he
thought these thoughts, the pain faded away and Harry was aware that he could
feel the aches of the aftershocks echoing through his body.
At first he thought he was dead but he could hear the battle raging around him.
He clambered up and saw Voldemort blocked a red bolt of light fired at him.
Harry's heart jumped as he watched his father and Sirius firing curses at
Voldemort, and dodging those he fired at them. He moved forward, he wanted to
fight, it was his job and their attempts would not succeed. He watched as
Sirius was hit with a stunner, knocking him against the far wall. His father
still fought, dodging his own stunner.
Harry ran forward and pushed his father out of the way, just moving him out of
the way of the green bolt of light fired at him.
"This is my battle," he said hurriedly. "Let
me." Harry moved up to face Voldemort again, and watched his father fight his
impulses to help his son. He did not have time to watch, as he was attacked by
another death eater.
"I wish I could say you had fought well,"
Voldemort said to Harry as once again they faced one another. "But really, Harry
you have disappointed me. I expected a worthy foe, and instead I've been given
you."
Harry was
incensed and before he knew what he was doing had put Voldemort under the
Cruciatus curse. After a few seconds his hatred fell and the curse broke.
"Bellatrix warned you," Voldemort said,
panting as he clambered to his feet. "You need to hate, to want to truly hurt
someone before you perform that. Light is weak, goodness is weak. Dark is
powerful."
Their
battle began again, the two firing innumerable curses at one another, dodging
some and getting hit by others. Harry was in a bad state, he was cut badly and
felt that his ribs were broken. Voldemort was also injured by the way he was
moving but apparently not as much as Harry. Harry fired a stunner at Voldemort
which he dodged quickly, firing a curse back at harry.
Once again Harry felt himself lifted off his feet, and thrown back against the
far wall. He landed crumpled and felt his arm, it was tender and it felt to
Harry that it was broken. He tried to get up, but his arm was screaming in agony.
He yelped as he was hit by the leg locker curse. Struggling, he tried to get
up, but only succeeded in falling on his head and making it ring even more.
Again he watched Voldemort approach again and he tried to fire a curse at
Voldemort but his powers were waning, from the long battle and from the pain
and damage done to him.
"This is the end Harry," Voldemort said,
gravely. "With your death, my power shall be immeasurable. Goodbye Harry
Potter." Harry stared up at Voldemort as he raised his wand. He would die
facing him, as his father had done, at Sirius had died.
"Avada
Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled. The bolt of green light flew towards Harry and
Harry had time to dimly acknowledge the end before it hit.
But not Harry.
Ahh I'm such a meanie for that cliff hanger. Read and Review please!!!!!!!
