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!!!!!!!