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Chapter 5 The Final Battle
At the sound of the voice that had haunted Harry for so many years Harry stepped between his friends and the Dark Lord, raising his wand. Before Harry could react Voldemort cast his first spell, but not at Harry. He fired an immobilizing charm at Harry's fellows. "Now then Potter, this will be between just the two of us. Your friends can watch as you die, and then I shall finish them off as well. A duel to the death." Voldemort sneered at him.
Following the formalities they bowed to each other and raised their wands. A calmness overtook Harry as he focused inwardly. He had never felt this much control over his own abilities. A cold fury poured from his body while a steely glint glowed from his eyes and the fighting began.
Voldemort sent forth a jet of silver light with the speed of lightning. With the skill born from his Quidditch training Harry dove out of the way and returned his own curse in the form of a yellow flash. The Dark Lord also avoided the blast of light and cast a killing curse at Harry.
Once again the tide of battle had turned against the Dark Forces. What was left of the Death Eaters was slowly being cornered and they were falling one by one. Lupin took an appraising look about the grounds to see what damage had been done. Bodies lay unmoving everywhere he looked. Cries of anguish could be heard above the storm that continued to flow from the sky. The earth itself had been rent with deep fissures. His body was trembling with fatigue, even his voice was hoarse from casting so many spells. Several of his comrades were laying nearby inured or worse. Taking in the sight of the battlefield his eyes fell on a small group some distance off. A gasp escaped his lips when he recognized the students facing Voldemort.
The rain that was beating down upon Hogwarts seemed to avoid the furious battle that raged between the bitter enemies. Rising to his feet Harry's next spell was aimed at the ground beneath Voldemort. The blast hit the ground with such force that it split the turf and unbalanced the snakelike figure. In that instant Harry pressed his advantage and charged into Voldemort with his shoulder throwing them both to the ground. When he turned to fire another spell he had to fall onto his back to avoid the curse Voldemort had already shot at him. From the ground he shot off two stunners and rolled away from the returning volley. The intensity of fighting increased to new levels. A flurry of light and shouting filled the air.
Remus began to run towards the fray with an urgent vigor. His eyes were trained on the dueling foes as Voldemort shot another burst of green light at Harry, who managed to dodge the attack from his enemy. Dread washed over Lupin as he hurried to aid the young man who he had grown to respect and love. He knew that he was no match for Voldemort, but if he could in some way manage to help Harry then his life would be complete. Much as his friends Sirius, and James and Lily, he knew that there were some things worth dying for. He would willingly give his life to help Harry defeat the Dark Lord.
They were well matched in skill and much to Voldemort's surprise he could not overpower the boy before him. Doubt permeated his mind and a sense of desperation rose within him. What if the prophecy he had heard was all there was to it. This boy would defeat him, perhaps there was no more to it, and in coming here he had only hastened his own end. No! That could not be. His mind ravaged itself with despair, and yet it held to some hope of overcoming this menace. The boy's weakness, he must attack Potter's friends to gain the upper hand. Panting he turned his wand at the students who were frozen in place. A violent laughter escaped from his lips and he took aim at a bushy haired girl who looked terrified.
Harry was aware of the intentions of his rival and dove in front of his friend to protect her. "Protego!" he bellowed, barely in time to block the spell. Spinning quickly he pointed his own wand at Hermione and said, "Finite Incantatum," to release her from the binding spell. "Get the others and get out of here. Hurry!" Harry focused his attention back on Voldemort who had regained his feet. "This ends here. Your fight is with me." The anger within renewed itself at Voldemort's attempt to harm his friend. His body trembled with power and the very air around him seemed to grow heavy with the weight of his energy. The brief pause allowed Voldemort to hit him with the cruciatus curse and Harry dropped to a knee in excruciating pain. But he would not give in. He forced himself back to his feet quivering in anguish. Voldemort was in utter disbelief at his opponents will. He had never seen anyone able to move while held under that spell. Slowly Harry raised his wand. "Terraaa Levareee!" he cried in a primal yell.
The ground shook. A circle of mud, earth and stone exploded around Voldemort, flying 10 meters into the air and collapsing around him. Harry was released from his torture as Voldemort was crushed beneath a mass of earth. Everyone looked on in awe at what their friend had done. "Get back now!" he yelled, snapping them out of their trance. The spot where Voldemort was buried trembled and cracked, then it burst open revealing the bloody figure of the Dark Lord. He discharged a bolt of fire that struck Harry in the arm. Harry returned with a jet of golden sparks which hit Voldemort squarely in the jaw.
Both enemies were now bleeding from their injuries. Through the blur of red and rain Harry could see that Voldemort's power was waning, but he knew that it was not over yet. Another hex glanced past him as Harry dodged it, but when he ducked he did not see the granite orb that Voldemort conjured. Before he could move the ball collided into his skull with a sickening thud.
Harry fell to the ground clutching the gash on the side of his head. His enemy now strode towards him with a vengeance. Standing near Harry he laughed in a cold voice. Raising his wand he spoke in ragged tones. "It would seem that even you are no match for my powers boy." Turning to Harry's friends he sneered at them, "Here is your hero, cowering on the ground at my feet. Thought he would defeat me did you? Fools!" Conjuring a sword he turned back to where Harry lay half conscious. "Now you die, Hero." he spat in an icy pitch as he raised the sword to strike.
The students all stood frozen in fear as their friend lay helpless on the ground. Time seemed to stop along with their breathing. As the stroke fell they all winced at the expected blow, forsaking all hope. Tears formed at the sound of the sword hitting its victim and the following gasp of pain. Silence engulfed the group as they collectively shuddered. The pattering rain, the thunder, even the distant battle all seemed blocked out by their grief. A single voice could now be heard breaking the quiet with it's anguish, "Nooo!"
Author's Note: Thanks to miss_ray and savanna for the reviews. One more chapter to go before this story is finished. I hope that it is up to your expectations, I know that this chapter has lost a bit of the emotion that I have been trying to capture, but it was difficult to add specific elements of the fight and describe the feelings in one chapter. On to the final scene. Please tell me what you think. Thanks
Jeremy
Chapter 5 The Final Battle
At the sound of the voice that had haunted Harry for so many years Harry stepped between his friends and the Dark Lord, raising his wand. Before Harry could react Voldemort cast his first spell, but not at Harry. He fired an immobilizing charm at Harry's fellows. "Now then Potter, this will be between just the two of us. Your friends can watch as you die, and then I shall finish them off as well. A duel to the death." Voldemort sneered at him.
Following the formalities they bowed to each other and raised their wands. A calmness overtook Harry as he focused inwardly. He had never felt this much control over his own abilities. A cold fury poured from his body while a steely glint glowed from his eyes and the fighting began.
Voldemort sent forth a jet of silver light with the speed of lightning. With the skill born from his Quidditch training Harry dove out of the way and returned his own curse in the form of a yellow flash. The Dark Lord also avoided the blast of light and cast a killing curse at Harry.
Once again the tide of battle had turned against the Dark Forces. What was left of the Death Eaters was slowly being cornered and they were falling one by one. Lupin took an appraising look about the grounds to see what damage had been done. Bodies lay unmoving everywhere he looked. Cries of anguish could be heard above the storm that continued to flow from the sky. The earth itself had been rent with deep fissures. His body was trembling with fatigue, even his voice was hoarse from casting so many spells. Several of his comrades were laying nearby inured or worse. Taking in the sight of the battlefield his eyes fell on a small group some distance off. A gasp escaped his lips when he recognized the students facing Voldemort.
The rain that was beating down upon Hogwarts seemed to avoid the furious battle that raged between the bitter enemies. Rising to his feet Harry's next spell was aimed at the ground beneath Voldemort. The blast hit the ground with such force that it split the turf and unbalanced the snakelike figure. In that instant Harry pressed his advantage and charged into Voldemort with his shoulder throwing them both to the ground. When he turned to fire another spell he had to fall onto his back to avoid the curse Voldemort had already shot at him. From the ground he shot off two stunners and rolled away from the returning volley. The intensity of fighting increased to new levels. A flurry of light and shouting filled the air.
Remus began to run towards the fray with an urgent vigor. His eyes were trained on the dueling foes as Voldemort shot another burst of green light at Harry, who managed to dodge the attack from his enemy. Dread washed over Lupin as he hurried to aid the young man who he had grown to respect and love. He knew that he was no match for Voldemort, but if he could in some way manage to help Harry then his life would be complete. Much as his friends Sirius, and James and Lily, he knew that there were some things worth dying for. He would willingly give his life to help Harry defeat the Dark Lord.
They were well matched in skill and much to Voldemort's surprise he could not overpower the boy before him. Doubt permeated his mind and a sense of desperation rose within him. What if the prophecy he had heard was all there was to it. This boy would defeat him, perhaps there was no more to it, and in coming here he had only hastened his own end. No! That could not be. His mind ravaged itself with despair, and yet it held to some hope of overcoming this menace. The boy's weakness, he must attack Potter's friends to gain the upper hand. Panting he turned his wand at the students who were frozen in place. A violent laughter escaped from his lips and he took aim at a bushy haired girl who looked terrified.
Harry was aware of the intentions of his rival and dove in front of his friend to protect her. "Protego!" he bellowed, barely in time to block the spell. Spinning quickly he pointed his own wand at Hermione and said, "Finite Incantatum," to release her from the binding spell. "Get the others and get out of here. Hurry!" Harry focused his attention back on Voldemort who had regained his feet. "This ends here. Your fight is with me." The anger within renewed itself at Voldemort's attempt to harm his friend. His body trembled with power and the very air around him seemed to grow heavy with the weight of his energy. The brief pause allowed Voldemort to hit him with the cruciatus curse and Harry dropped to a knee in excruciating pain. But he would not give in. He forced himself back to his feet quivering in anguish. Voldemort was in utter disbelief at his opponents will. He had never seen anyone able to move while held under that spell. Slowly Harry raised his wand. "Terraaa Levareee!" he cried in a primal yell.
The ground shook. A circle of mud, earth and stone exploded around Voldemort, flying 10 meters into the air and collapsing around him. Harry was released from his torture as Voldemort was crushed beneath a mass of earth. Everyone looked on in awe at what their friend had done. "Get back now!" he yelled, snapping them out of their trance. The spot where Voldemort was buried trembled and cracked, then it burst open revealing the bloody figure of the Dark Lord. He discharged a bolt of fire that struck Harry in the arm. Harry returned with a jet of golden sparks which hit Voldemort squarely in the jaw.
Both enemies were now bleeding from their injuries. Through the blur of red and rain Harry could see that Voldemort's power was waning, but he knew that it was not over yet. Another hex glanced past him as Harry dodged it, but when he ducked he did not see the granite orb that Voldemort conjured. Before he could move the ball collided into his skull with a sickening thud.
Harry fell to the ground clutching the gash on the side of his head. His enemy now strode towards him with a vengeance. Standing near Harry he laughed in a cold voice. Raising his wand he spoke in ragged tones. "It would seem that even you are no match for my powers boy." Turning to Harry's friends he sneered at them, "Here is your hero, cowering on the ground at my feet. Thought he would defeat me did you? Fools!" Conjuring a sword he turned back to where Harry lay half conscious. "Now you die, Hero." he spat in an icy pitch as he raised the sword to strike.
The students all stood frozen in fear as their friend lay helpless on the ground. Time seemed to stop along with their breathing. As the stroke fell they all winced at the expected blow, forsaking all hope. Tears formed at the sound of the sword hitting its victim and the following gasp of pain. Silence engulfed the group as they collectively shuddered. The pattering rain, the thunder, even the distant battle all seemed blocked out by their grief. A single voice could now be heard breaking the quiet with it's anguish, "Nooo!"
Author's Note: Thanks to miss_ray and savanna for the reviews. One more chapter to go before this story is finished. I hope that it is up to your expectations, I know that this chapter has lost a bit of the emotion that I have been trying to capture, but it was difficult to add specific elements of the fight and describe the feelings in one chapter. On to the final scene. Please tell me what you think. Thanks
Jeremy