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~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER FOURT FIVE: THE PROPHECY FULFILLED
It was hard for Harry to tell the time. Watching the clouds move over the sun, blocking out its much-needed light, it was almost impossible to tell. But when the light got only darker, Harry could judge that it was night. It seemed unreal to Harry that he and Voldemort had been battling the day away. Both got only weaker as the battle wore on and Harry knew that the time would be soon when one collapsed.
Harry shook his head, knowing that one moment lost in his thoughts, could be his last. He narrowed his eyes on the "person" in front of him, if Voldemort was even worthy being called human.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort hissed as the bolt of green light headed straight at Harry's chest. Luckily, Harry ducked, the flash of light nearly missing his head.
How many times Harry wondered was he going to hear the killing curse emit Voldemort's mouth? Definitely more than anyone else he'd ever met.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry responded, hoping, praying with crossed fingers that maybe....MAYBE this time the curse would work, and end this terrible war.
"Finite Incantatem" Voldemort cried as a purple light came out from his wand, demolishing Harry's green one.
Apparently, not this time. Harry thought bitterly.
"You weakening Potter? Fighting for hours finally getting the better of you?" Voldemort taunted
"You wish" Harry spat, though Voldemort spoke the truth.
Harry knew that to fulfill the prophecy Harry and Harry alone could defeat Voldemort and vise versa. But the prophecy never mentioned when or how it was to accomplished. How much longer was Harry going to have to go on? How much longer could he hold out?
A scream pierced the sky. Harry whipped his head around to see who the screamer was. But in that awful moment, Voldemort took his chance.
"Petrificus Totalis!"
Harry snapped his head back but it was too late. The spell hit Harry and he fell to the ground, stiff as a board. Harry lay there, stunned and fearful. Voldemort had him, Harry had no use of defenses. This was it. Harry shut his wide eyes and thought about his "family"
Ron and Hermione would be devastated. Ginny would be a wreck, and Luna and Neville would be depressed. If any of them were still alive that is. Voldemort was approaching him, an awful smirk on his lips.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Voldemort's laugh rang out "Well let's see here, I'll never have another opportunity like this will I? No, I think we'll let our good friend Mr. Potter die slowly. What do you think boys?" Voldemort asked the two Death Eaters to his right. They smirked.
"CRUCIO!!!!"
"AHHH!!!!" Harry screamed.
The pain was unlike anything Harry had experienced. It was excruciating pain that seared throughout Harry's body, seeming to scorch every bit of him. But then suddenly it stopped. Harry scrambled to his feet and searched desperately for his wand, but Voldemort approached him, grabbed the front of his shirt, and lifted him from the ground.
"Had enough Potter?" Voldemort asked his grip tightening.
"Not a chance. It'll take more than that to kill me." Harry said bravely through the little air in his lungs.
"Playing hero again aren't we?" Voldemort hissed
"You could call it that," Harry teased.
"DON'T TEMPT ME BOY!!" Voldemort shrieked, throwing Harry onto the ground, slicing Harry's face and back, which started to bleed excessively. "You know in the end, you'll end up just like your poor parents. Both protecting others, playing hero...all so noble.... yet look where that got them." Voldemort smirked
Anger surged throughout Harry; it was one thing when Draco teased him about his murdered parents, and quite another when the one responsible for their deaths did.
"ACCIO WAND!" Harry's wand flew into his hand, as he pointed it straight at Voldemort. And for the first time in his life, Harry saw Voldemort hesitate, and look uneasy. Harry took a few wobbly steps closer; he knew that Voldemort was defense-less and his Death Eaters busy battling with others. Harry's head pounded but he ignored it, all his energy focused into the creature in front of him.
"This is for all those you've killed, and all those you've put in pain. Like my family, like Neville's, like Luna's, and like Hermione's. AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!"
If anything was worse than Voldemort's laugh, it was his scream. His high- pitched, cold, shriek that pierced the night's sky. Harry watched Voldemort, the thing responsible for his 16 years of pain, fall to the ground. The scaly body landed with a thud as Harry's knees gave way out of exhaustion. ~*~*~*~*~*
(Somewhat of a cliffie! Hope you all liked it! More updates a comin!)
Usual Disclaimer
~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER FOURT FIVE: THE PROPHECY FULFILLED
It was hard for Harry to tell the time. Watching the clouds move over the sun, blocking out its much-needed light, it was almost impossible to tell. But when the light got only darker, Harry could judge that it was night. It seemed unreal to Harry that he and Voldemort had been battling the day away. Both got only weaker as the battle wore on and Harry knew that the time would be soon when one collapsed.
Harry shook his head, knowing that one moment lost in his thoughts, could be his last. He narrowed his eyes on the "person" in front of him, if Voldemort was even worthy being called human.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort hissed as the bolt of green light headed straight at Harry's chest. Luckily, Harry ducked, the flash of light nearly missing his head.
How many times Harry wondered was he going to hear the killing curse emit Voldemort's mouth? Definitely more than anyone else he'd ever met.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry responded, hoping, praying with crossed fingers that maybe....MAYBE this time the curse would work, and end this terrible war.
"Finite Incantatem" Voldemort cried as a purple light came out from his wand, demolishing Harry's green one.
Apparently, not this time. Harry thought bitterly.
"You weakening Potter? Fighting for hours finally getting the better of you?" Voldemort taunted
"You wish" Harry spat, though Voldemort spoke the truth.
Harry knew that to fulfill the prophecy Harry and Harry alone could defeat Voldemort and vise versa. But the prophecy never mentioned when or how it was to accomplished. How much longer was Harry going to have to go on? How much longer could he hold out?
A scream pierced the sky. Harry whipped his head around to see who the screamer was. But in that awful moment, Voldemort took his chance.
"Petrificus Totalis!"
Harry snapped his head back but it was too late. The spell hit Harry and he fell to the ground, stiff as a board. Harry lay there, stunned and fearful. Voldemort had him, Harry had no use of defenses. This was it. Harry shut his wide eyes and thought about his "family"
Ron and Hermione would be devastated. Ginny would be a wreck, and Luna and Neville would be depressed. If any of them were still alive that is. Voldemort was approaching him, an awful smirk on his lips.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Voldemort's laugh rang out "Well let's see here, I'll never have another opportunity like this will I? No, I think we'll let our good friend Mr. Potter die slowly. What do you think boys?" Voldemort asked the two Death Eaters to his right. They smirked.
"CRUCIO!!!!"
"AHHH!!!!" Harry screamed.
The pain was unlike anything Harry had experienced. It was excruciating pain that seared throughout Harry's body, seeming to scorch every bit of him. But then suddenly it stopped. Harry scrambled to his feet and searched desperately for his wand, but Voldemort approached him, grabbed the front of his shirt, and lifted him from the ground.
"Had enough Potter?" Voldemort asked his grip tightening.
"Not a chance. It'll take more than that to kill me." Harry said bravely through the little air in his lungs.
"Playing hero again aren't we?" Voldemort hissed
"You could call it that," Harry teased.
"DON'T TEMPT ME BOY!!" Voldemort shrieked, throwing Harry onto the ground, slicing Harry's face and back, which started to bleed excessively. "You know in the end, you'll end up just like your poor parents. Both protecting others, playing hero...all so noble.... yet look where that got them." Voldemort smirked
Anger surged throughout Harry; it was one thing when Draco teased him about his murdered parents, and quite another when the one responsible for their deaths did.
"ACCIO WAND!" Harry's wand flew into his hand, as he pointed it straight at Voldemort. And for the first time in his life, Harry saw Voldemort hesitate, and look uneasy. Harry took a few wobbly steps closer; he knew that Voldemort was defense-less and his Death Eaters busy battling with others. Harry's head pounded but he ignored it, all his energy focused into the creature in front of him.
"This is for all those you've killed, and all those you've put in pain. Like my family, like Neville's, like Luna's, and like Hermione's. AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!"
If anything was worse than Voldemort's laugh, it was his scream. His high- pitched, cold, shriek that pierced the night's sky. Harry watched Voldemort, the thing responsible for his 16 years of pain, fall to the ground. The scaly body landed with a thud as Harry's knees gave way out of exhaustion. ~*~*~*~*~*
(Somewhat of a cliffie! Hope you all liked it! More updates a comin!)