Friendship and Beyond 37/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
Soul Destruction
While Severus was keeping Voldemort occupied a few feet away, Harry knelt down next to his friends who by this time were twitching from the aftereffects of the Cruciatus. They were gasping great lungful of air, trying to get their bodily reactions under their control once again. Harry was startled out of his single-minded ministrations when he heard Severus cry out in surprise. As he looked up, Harry saw Severus stumble and then fall to the ground. It was only after he collapsed that Harry noticed the dagger sticking out of his back.
"Severus!" Harry screamed in shock.
Avery, the death eater who attacked Sev from behind stood there looking pleased. Before he could attack the downed wizard again, Harry had already knocked him clear across the clearing without breaking stride. Just as he made it feet away from where Severus lay, Voldemort stepped in between them. Even so Harry still attempted to look around the Dark Lord to watch Severus for signs of life. Voldemort did not take kindly to being ignored.
"Severus is it?" Voldemort chortled rubbing his hands together with glee. "What's the matter, Potter, can't protect your lover?"
"He's not my lover." Harry snarled impetuously closing the distance separating them. [Even if I do wish he was.]
"No? Why ever not, boy? Did he find out I got there first?" Voldemort asked maliciously. "After all who would want damaged goods?"
"Bugger off!" Harry bellowed, looking on edge as he continued to stalk forward.
Surprisingly enough the Death Eaters made way as he approached. Most of their numbers were already incapacitated on the other side of the shield, in part due to Dumbledore's enraged efforts. There were only about ten remaining Death Eaters still on their feet, three of which were knocked unconscious by a few well-placed spells from the still-woozy Ron and Hermione. The Death Eaters were so preoccupied watching the proceedings that they were surprised by the attack.
After that Harry was too busy staying alive to worry about how his friends were fairing. Luckily for Ron and Hermione just as they began to be overrun by the Death Eaters superior numbers, Lucius Malfoy entered the fray. The battle got dirtier and more deadly as it went on in length. Harry and Voldemort were cursing each other nonstop, each trying to get the upper hand.
"Incendio!" Harry called out.
Just as the fire looked about to hit the Dark Lord he cast a reflecting spell causing the column of fire to double back towards Harry. He barely jumped out of the way in time to avoid become a rather crispy boy-savior. The ground where Harry had been standing was charred black. From his position sprawled on the grass Harry threw the Killing Curse, before Voldemort could follow up his advantage. Unfortunately, while it had more power behind it, the curse had much the same effect as Ron and Hermione's had. While Voldemort was still down, Harry took the time to look at the carnage surrounding him. He saw Ron and Hermione fighting back-to-back some twenty yards away. Malfoy, Ron and Hermione were still fighting six Death Eaters between them so Harry let down the shield. He let out a breath in relief as some of his magic replenished itself, giving him more energy with which to continue fighting.
As the teachers and Aurors swarmed the Death Eaters, Ron and Hermione made their way over to Harry. All three looked exhausted, but they forced their heavy limbs onward until they were standing three yards away from Voldemort, who was just beginning to rise unsteadily to his feet. With Ron on his left and Hermione on his right, Harry began pulling magic from his very soul to wield against the Dark Lord. Before long Harry's body started glowing a soft blue.
"Guys now!" Harry murmured softly, still with his eyes closed.
Ron and Hermione took a step back and raised their wands to point at their friend's back.
"Cambia Portensia!" They both said at the same time. From their wands came yellow and red streaks respectively. They entered Harry's back at the same position, causing Harry to glow a bright blue for a moment before the glow left him altogether. His friends continued to give Harry their magic, which he gathered and interwove with his own 'Soul Magick.' The wind began to pick up rapidly as Harry raised his wand and aimed it at Voldemort, who was able to put up a shield as Harry attacked.
"Destuce Essencia!" Harry called out authoritatively. A braid of blue, yellow and red magic's intertwined and easily broke through Voldemort's hastily erected shielding. Voldemort screamed in agony as his body began to burn until nothing was left but ash. His still smoking wand dropped on top of his remains, as the wind blew harder and scattered Voldemort's very essence to the four corners of the world, never to be resurrected again. Harry barely noticed this however before he collapsed face-first on the ground, the blue glow imbibed to him vanishing as mysteriously as it appeared.
A.N: The two spells are in my butchered attempt at Spanish. The first means 'power exchange' and the second means 'soul destruction.' They are probably wrong, but I didn't have a Spanish, or for that matter Latin, dictionary on hand. Forgive me for butchering the Spanish language.
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
Soul Destruction
While Severus was keeping Voldemort occupied a few feet away, Harry knelt down next to his friends who by this time were twitching from the aftereffects of the Cruciatus. They were gasping great lungful of air, trying to get their bodily reactions under their control once again. Harry was startled out of his single-minded ministrations when he heard Severus cry out in surprise. As he looked up, Harry saw Severus stumble and then fall to the ground. It was only after he collapsed that Harry noticed the dagger sticking out of his back.
"Severus!" Harry screamed in shock.
Avery, the death eater who attacked Sev from behind stood there looking pleased. Before he could attack the downed wizard again, Harry had already knocked him clear across the clearing without breaking stride. Just as he made it feet away from where Severus lay, Voldemort stepped in between them. Even so Harry still attempted to look around the Dark Lord to watch Severus for signs of life. Voldemort did not take kindly to being ignored.
"Severus is it?" Voldemort chortled rubbing his hands together with glee. "What's the matter, Potter, can't protect your lover?"
"He's not my lover." Harry snarled impetuously closing the distance separating them. [Even if I do wish he was.]
"No? Why ever not, boy? Did he find out I got there first?" Voldemort asked maliciously. "After all who would want damaged goods?"
"Bugger off!" Harry bellowed, looking on edge as he continued to stalk forward.
Surprisingly enough the Death Eaters made way as he approached. Most of their numbers were already incapacitated on the other side of the shield, in part due to Dumbledore's enraged efforts. There were only about ten remaining Death Eaters still on their feet, three of which were knocked unconscious by a few well-placed spells from the still-woozy Ron and Hermione. The Death Eaters were so preoccupied watching the proceedings that they were surprised by the attack.
After that Harry was too busy staying alive to worry about how his friends were fairing. Luckily for Ron and Hermione just as they began to be overrun by the Death Eaters superior numbers, Lucius Malfoy entered the fray. The battle got dirtier and more deadly as it went on in length. Harry and Voldemort were cursing each other nonstop, each trying to get the upper hand.
"Incendio!" Harry called out.
Just as the fire looked about to hit the Dark Lord he cast a reflecting spell causing the column of fire to double back towards Harry. He barely jumped out of the way in time to avoid become a rather crispy boy-savior. The ground where Harry had been standing was charred black. From his position sprawled on the grass Harry threw the Killing Curse, before Voldemort could follow up his advantage. Unfortunately, while it had more power behind it, the curse had much the same effect as Ron and Hermione's had. While Voldemort was still down, Harry took the time to look at the carnage surrounding him. He saw Ron and Hermione fighting back-to-back some twenty yards away. Malfoy, Ron and Hermione were still fighting six Death Eaters between them so Harry let down the shield. He let out a breath in relief as some of his magic replenished itself, giving him more energy with which to continue fighting.
As the teachers and Aurors swarmed the Death Eaters, Ron and Hermione made their way over to Harry. All three looked exhausted, but they forced their heavy limbs onward until they were standing three yards away from Voldemort, who was just beginning to rise unsteadily to his feet. With Ron on his left and Hermione on his right, Harry began pulling magic from his very soul to wield against the Dark Lord. Before long Harry's body started glowing a soft blue.
"Guys now!" Harry murmured softly, still with his eyes closed.
Ron and Hermione took a step back and raised their wands to point at their friend's back.
"Cambia Portensia!" They both said at the same time. From their wands came yellow and red streaks respectively. They entered Harry's back at the same position, causing Harry to glow a bright blue for a moment before the glow left him altogether. His friends continued to give Harry their magic, which he gathered and interwove with his own 'Soul Magick.' The wind began to pick up rapidly as Harry raised his wand and aimed it at Voldemort, who was able to put up a shield as Harry attacked.
"Destuce Essencia!" Harry called out authoritatively. A braid of blue, yellow and red magic's intertwined and easily broke through Voldemort's hastily erected shielding. Voldemort screamed in agony as his body began to burn until nothing was left but ash. His still smoking wand dropped on top of his remains, as the wind blew harder and scattered Voldemort's very essence to the four corners of the world, never to be resurrected again. Harry barely noticed this however before he collapsed face-first on the ground, the blue glow imbibed to him vanishing as mysteriously as it appeared.
A.N: The two spells are in my butchered attempt at Spanish. The first means 'power exchange' and the second means 'soul destruction.' They are probably wrong, but I didn't have a Spanish, or for that matter Latin, dictionary on hand. Forgive me for butchering the Spanish language.
