14.- Clashing of powers.
Slowly, Ron and Hermione went to stand behind Harry, after making sure the Marauders would stay away. The boy's godfather did the same. They were ready to help him as much as they were able to.
"Well, well, well, we meet again, Potter." Said Voldemort while his red eyes looked at the boy.
"So it seems." Nodded the boy. "Although, I hope this will be the last time."
"Oh, I assure you, I also hope it will be, Potter."
"Not more than I do."
"I see you've brought more friends this time, what's wrong? Are you afraid I will do to you the same I did to your last friend? That idiot deserved what he got."
"Don't you dare call him that!" Shouted Harry, while everything started as it had done when he had got angry with Wormtail a few weeks earlier.
The golden aura started to surround him as everything started to tremble, thunder and lightning started to flash in the sky while it started to rain. Some teachers came out, trying to see what was causing the great magic that floated through the air. They saw the Death Eaters surrounding three students and a teacher, and a lot of them tried to go help them but Dumbledore stopped them.
All the while, Voldemort was looking at the boy with a hateful but worried glare.
"It seems the boy's power has awakened, Master." Said one of the Death Eaters.
"I know that, you idiot. I can see that myself."
"But, Master, what are we going to do? You wanted to kill the boy to make sure his power wouldn't awaken."
"Ha!" Laughed Voldemort. "Some of the boy's powers have awakened, but he's not yet ready. I think I'm going to have a good time." He turned to Harry once again. "Nice, Potter, a wonderful show, a pity you will never be able to do it again."
"I think you mean that you will never be able to see it again."
"No, my dear boy, no. Because you're finally going to die."
"We'll see."
Voldemort raised his wand and threw a cruciatus curse. Just before he was hit, the boy formed a large shield with a small movement of his hand that stopped the curse. They continued in this form for a while, always with the same results: when the curse should hit the boy, he created a shield. It soon became obvious that while Voldemort was getting tired, Harry was standing as he had when they started.
"What's wrong, Potter? Why aren't you attacking me? Are you scared?" Asked Voldemort, trying to get a rise out of the boy.
"I'm not scared of you, Voldemort. You know that as well as I do."
"No, Potter. You're scared; you're scared for me. You're using a shield to defend yourself because you're scared to fight against me. You're just a coward, just as your parents."
Voldemort watched him intently, trying to see his reaction, but contrary to what he thought, the boy didn't react. He seemed to be extremely calm. The ones that had reacted, was Sirius, and if Ron and Hermione hadn't caught him, he would have jumped on him.
"They begged me, Potter. They begged for their lives. It was a wonderful time for me, to kill them while they were begging me for their lives.for your life." He added.
There was a deep silence; everyone had frozen after those words. Only Sirius seemed to react; he wanted to beat the hell out of Voldemort for those words, while telling Harry that he was lying. Ron and Hermione had trouble to keep him in place.
"Don't try to lie to me, Voldemort. It's not going to work and you know it as well as I do. Neither my father nor my mother begged for their lives. They died, yes, you killed them, ok, but they both died fighting against you. My father died to protect my mother and me, and she died to protect me. And you know that was just what defeated you that time."
"Shut up!"
"What's wrong, Voldemort? Don't you like to be told what happened? Don't you like to know the truth? Don't you like to remember that my mother, daughter of muggles, was the reason that you lived like a shadow for thirteen years?"
"I told you to shut up." Cried Voldemort. "Imperio!"
This time, Harry didn't do anything to stop the curse; he just smiled. The curse surrounded him completely, and Voldemort smiled victoriously.
"You're going to beg for your life!" He said while looking at Harry.
"I think, Voldemort, that you're forgetting something." Said Harry calmly, while everyone gasped in surprise (except for Ron and Hermione). "The Imperio curse doesn't affect me. I thought you had found out about that last year, when, if I remember correctly, you tried to do the same."
If it were possible, Voldemort would have become even paler right then. Things weren't going as he had planed and he knew it. He knew very well what would happen if the boy's powers had fully awakened. He knew it, yet it had seemed amusing to duel against the boy now that he was more powerful. Now he realized it had been a bad idea.
It would have been easier to kill him the year before, just after regaining his body and his powers, but the boy had managed to get away just in time. It would also have been easier to kill him at his relatives' house, but the old fool had appeared with a lot of well-trained wizards and witches, and he hadn't been able to do it. After all that had gone wrong, he had thought he would be able to kill him indirectly, which would have been effective if not honorable. But he had decided to duel, and now, he not only couldn't kill him, it was showing that he was weaker.
"Avada Kedavra!" Shouted Voldemort, pointing his wand at Harry. But the boy raised the shield once again and the curse didn't hurt him.
"What now, Voldemort? What else do you have planned?" Asked Harry in an ice- cold voice. "Maybe kill my godfather? My friends?"
Voldemort looked around, to kill someone else wasn't a bad idea. It had to be someone who the boy loved; it would hurt the boy and make him an easier target. But what if he made the boy grow furious? He would destroy him. No, he needed to make sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything after that attack, but how? The solution dawned on him when he saw the people from the past.
"Avada Kedavra!" He said while pointing at James.
Everything happened very quickly, the curse was speeding towards the boy and no one seemed to be able to stop it. Besides, it seemed like he was attached to the ground. He wasn't able to move!
"Protectio Scutum!" Shouted Harry while he pointed towards the group from the past, concentrating on James.
A few seconds before the curse hit the boy, a very strong shield enveloped them and protected the boy. After making sure they were alright, Harry turned towards Voldemort, furious, making the storm pick up.
"That was a low blow, Voldemort."
"Maybe, but you have to admit it was a good way to get rid of you." Said Voldemort calmly, even if he was shaking inside. "If I had killed you father in this time, you would have never been born, you would never have defeated me and you would simply disappear. Had you reacted a few seconds later, you wouldn't exist anymore."
"This is the last straw." He said furiously.
Harry raised his hand, and pointed it towards Lord Voldemort and his followers, who became desperate when they noticed they weren't able to move. With a deep voice, he shouted:
"Magice Mortit!"
Once he had said those words, there was a bright white light that hid Voldemort and his followers for an instant. When it disappeared, they were still standing there, in one piece. They stood up; there were panicked whispers coming from the professors and the Marauders, while the Death Eaters laughed victoriously.
"I think things didn't go as you expected, Potter." Said Voldemort.
"Are you sure?"
"Now you're going to die. Avada Kedavra!"
But nothing happened. He tried again with another wand but nothing. Voldemort became deathly pale, while his followers saw they were in the same boat.
"You stupid brat! You surely didn't dare..." Said one of the Death Eaters.
"Careful, Mr. Malfoy, I wouldn't like to have to hurt someone who is not able to defend himself. Remember you're just a muggle."
"Why did you turn us into muggles instead of killing us?" Asked Voldemort.
"Easy, Voldemort. I'm not a murderer. Say goodbye to this place, you're going to where you should have been all along. Azkaban." Said Harry.
He made a small movement with his hand and Voldemort and his Death Eaters disappeared. If someone had been in Snuffles' room, they would have seen that a certain rat also disappeared. After that, the fury that had been surrounding Harry disappeared and the power returned inside him.
"Harry!" Shouted Snuffles, running to catch his godson when he saw him start to fall. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Yes, don't worry, I'm just tired." He said while his eyes closed.
"Rest, Harry." Said Sirius, and with those words, he pushed him into sleep.
Slowly, Ron and Hermione went to stand behind Harry, after making sure the Marauders would stay away. The boy's godfather did the same. They were ready to help him as much as they were able to.
"Well, well, well, we meet again, Potter." Said Voldemort while his red eyes looked at the boy.
"So it seems." Nodded the boy. "Although, I hope this will be the last time."
"Oh, I assure you, I also hope it will be, Potter."
"Not more than I do."
"I see you've brought more friends this time, what's wrong? Are you afraid I will do to you the same I did to your last friend? That idiot deserved what he got."
"Don't you dare call him that!" Shouted Harry, while everything started as it had done when he had got angry with Wormtail a few weeks earlier.
The golden aura started to surround him as everything started to tremble, thunder and lightning started to flash in the sky while it started to rain. Some teachers came out, trying to see what was causing the great magic that floated through the air. They saw the Death Eaters surrounding three students and a teacher, and a lot of them tried to go help them but Dumbledore stopped them.
All the while, Voldemort was looking at the boy with a hateful but worried glare.
"It seems the boy's power has awakened, Master." Said one of the Death Eaters.
"I know that, you idiot. I can see that myself."
"But, Master, what are we going to do? You wanted to kill the boy to make sure his power wouldn't awaken."
"Ha!" Laughed Voldemort. "Some of the boy's powers have awakened, but he's not yet ready. I think I'm going to have a good time." He turned to Harry once again. "Nice, Potter, a wonderful show, a pity you will never be able to do it again."
"I think you mean that you will never be able to see it again."
"No, my dear boy, no. Because you're finally going to die."
"We'll see."
Voldemort raised his wand and threw a cruciatus curse. Just before he was hit, the boy formed a large shield with a small movement of his hand that stopped the curse. They continued in this form for a while, always with the same results: when the curse should hit the boy, he created a shield. It soon became obvious that while Voldemort was getting tired, Harry was standing as he had when they started.
"What's wrong, Potter? Why aren't you attacking me? Are you scared?" Asked Voldemort, trying to get a rise out of the boy.
"I'm not scared of you, Voldemort. You know that as well as I do."
"No, Potter. You're scared; you're scared for me. You're using a shield to defend yourself because you're scared to fight against me. You're just a coward, just as your parents."
Voldemort watched him intently, trying to see his reaction, but contrary to what he thought, the boy didn't react. He seemed to be extremely calm. The ones that had reacted, was Sirius, and if Ron and Hermione hadn't caught him, he would have jumped on him.
"They begged me, Potter. They begged for their lives. It was a wonderful time for me, to kill them while they were begging me for their lives.for your life." He added.
There was a deep silence; everyone had frozen after those words. Only Sirius seemed to react; he wanted to beat the hell out of Voldemort for those words, while telling Harry that he was lying. Ron and Hermione had trouble to keep him in place.
"Don't try to lie to me, Voldemort. It's not going to work and you know it as well as I do. Neither my father nor my mother begged for their lives. They died, yes, you killed them, ok, but they both died fighting against you. My father died to protect my mother and me, and she died to protect me. And you know that was just what defeated you that time."
"Shut up!"
"What's wrong, Voldemort? Don't you like to be told what happened? Don't you like to know the truth? Don't you like to remember that my mother, daughter of muggles, was the reason that you lived like a shadow for thirteen years?"
"I told you to shut up." Cried Voldemort. "Imperio!"
This time, Harry didn't do anything to stop the curse; he just smiled. The curse surrounded him completely, and Voldemort smiled victoriously.
"You're going to beg for your life!" He said while looking at Harry.
"I think, Voldemort, that you're forgetting something." Said Harry calmly, while everyone gasped in surprise (except for Ron and Hermione). "The Imperio curse doesn't affect me. I thought you had found out about that last year, when, if I remember correctly, you tried to do the same."
If it were possible, Voldemort would have become even paler right then. Things weren't going as he had planed and he knew it. He knew very well what would happen if the boy's powers had fully awakened. He knew it, yet it had seemed amusing to duel against the boy now that he was more powerful. Now he realized it had been a bad idea.
It would have been easier to kill him the year before, just after regaining his body and his powers, but the boy had managed to get away just in time. It would also have been easier to kill him at his relatives' house, but the old fool had appeared with a lot of well-trained wizards and witches, and he hadn't been able to do it. After all that had gone wrong, he had thought he would be able to kill him indirectly, which would have been effective if not honorable. But he had decided to duel, and now, he not only couldn't kill him, it was showing that he was weaker.
"Avada Kedavra!" Shouted Voldemort, pointing his wand at Harry. But the boy raised the shield once again and the curse didn't hurt him.
"What now, Voldemort? What else do you have planned?" Asked Harry in an ice- cold voice. "Maybe kill my godfather? My friends?"
Voldemort looked around, to kill someone else wasn't a bad idea. It had to be someone who the boy loved; it would hurt the boy and make him an easier target. But what if he made the boy grow furious? He would destroy him. No, he needed to make sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything after that attack, but how? The solution dawned on him when he saw the people from the past.
"Avada Kedavra!" He said while pointing at James.
Everything happened very quickly, the curse was speeding towards the boy and no one seemed to be able to stop it. Besides, it seemed like he was attached to the ground. He wasn't able to move!
"Protectio Scutum!" Shouted Harry while he pointed towards the group from the past, concentrating on James.
A few seconds before the curse hit the boy, a very strong shield enveloped them and protected the boy. After making sure they were alright, Harry turned towards Voldemort, furious, making the storm pick up.
"That was a low blow, Voldemort."
"Maybe, but you have to admit it was a good way to get rid of you." Said Voldemort calmly, even if he was shaking inside. "If I had killed you father in this time, you would have never been born, you would never have defeated me and you would simply disappear. Had you reacted a few seconds later, you wouldn't exist anymore."
"This is the last straw." He said furiously.
Harry raised his hand, and pointed it towards Lord Voldemort and his followers, who became desperate when they noticed they weren't able to move. With a deep voice, he shouted:
"Magice Mortit!"
Once he had said those words, there was a bright white light that hid Voldemort and his followers for an instant. When it disappeared, they were still standing there, in one piece. They stood up; there were panicked whispers coming from the professors and the Marauders, while the Death Eaters laughed victoriously.
"I think things didn't go as you expected, Potter." Said Voldemort.
"Are you sure?"
"Now you're going to die. Avada Kedavra!"
But nothing happened. He tried again with another wand but nothing. Voldemort became deathly pale, while his followers saw they were in the same boat.
"You stupid brat! You surely didn't dare..." Said one of the Death Eaters.
"Careful, Mr. Malfoy, I wouldn't like to have to hurt someone who is not able to defend himself. Remember you're just a muggle."
"Why did you turn us into muggles instead of killing us?" Asked Voldemort.
"Easy, Voldemort. I'm not a murderer. Say goodbye to this place, you're going to where you should have been all along. Azkaban." Said Harry.
He made a small movement with his hand and Voldemort and his Death Eaters disappeared. If someone had been in Snuffles' room, they would have seen that a certain rat also disappeared. After that, the fury that had been surrounding Harry disappeared and the power returned inside him.
"Harry!" Shouted Snuffles, running to catch his godson when he saw him start to fall. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Yes, don't worry, I'm just tired." He said while his eyes closed.
"Rest, Harry." Said Sirius, and with those words, he pushed him into sleep.
