Love Over Guilt Chapter 10
Author's Notes: Sorry for the extremely long wait guys.
I'm still quite busy in school. I know that I promised to upload it soon
but it kinda failed. Sorry once again. Grade 8 is hard!!! As always, please review!
And I changed my penname because of some social reasons... Without further ado, here's
chapter 10 of Love over Guilt!
Fueled by Anger
"Come one Potty! Why aren't you attacking? This is getting boring. Do you want me to finish you off just like this? ... ANSWER ME POTTER!" Voldemort roared.
Harry only had one plan at this point, to stall untill he came up with a real plan or untill he dies. Of course he was hoping for the first. Harry did not reply, death before dishonour. It's what James would have done.
"Imperius!" Voldemort shouted. Harry immediately felt the effects, he could fight the effects easily if he was in perfect condition which he was not. But with all his willpower he barely survived the stress.
"Have you ever wondered why your dear godfather died Potty?" Riddle sneered.
Harry was panting but his ears suddenly paid attention and quickly filled with hatred. "You planned for him to die! Do have a life at all? Why are you just ruining mine?" Harry screamed at him. His anger was taking over. His every movement was fueled and powerful as he radomly attempted to hurt Voldemort. It had no effect on him what so ever as he dodged all of Harry's shots with ease.
"Giving up so fast Potty?" Riddle said in a mocked baby voice. "Come on, one more shot. This is quite amusing for me."
Harry laid on the icy cold and hard floor. His view blocked by random sights of colourful circles. He knew that in a few moments, his life would all be over. His every breath was getting more painful.
"Even the infamous Harry Potter has his limits. Here I stand, over Harry Potter draining his life away. Beating him at his own game. You're about to die in your own mind Potter, Any last words?" Riddle was standing with one foot on Harry's stomach.
"Not very polite Potty. Don't remember what I just did a few moments ago? Even though this technically is YOUR mind, it is entirely in MY control. Let me demostrate." "Crucio!" Riddle roared. Harry's insides instantly filled with pain beyond belief. It hurted more than Riddle's ussual curses. He figured that he probably used some magnifying stunt to increase his power. 'Well if he can do it, so can you! When the pain finally washed away, he concentrated as hard as he could on a single image, his wand. 'Focus, m'boy, focus. just like we learned in DADA class. Untill the image was burned into his mind and he could take it no more. And the outcome of his wandless magic was stupendous. There, floating right in front of Harry, protected by a golden ball, layed his wand. Harry didn't hesitate and quickly reached for the wand. Unfortunatly, so did Riddle. They both touched the wand at the same time and shouted 'Imperio!' at the same time. What happened next was unexpected by both. The wand emmited a strange and eerie gold and green light, beamed upwards. The clouded sky turned dark grey then bright blue and all the colours of the rainbow. The two men stood there awed and stunned by the phenomenon, totally forgetting that they're sworn enemies for life. As the sky turned white, small cracks appeared in the enclosed dome that they were in. Then it happened, a small piece fell off, followed by another and yet another. The gaps were filled with the sight of small fragments of the hospital wing untill the whole dome just fell apart and the two landed right in the middle of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.
Harry landed on a bed while Riddle fell facedown on the floor, surrounded by the staff of Hogwarts who were in the middle of an animated discussion.
"Oh my god!" Madame Pomfrey shrieked. Dumbledore, on the other hand was fully alert and sprang into action.
"Corpuses Morphia!" Dumbledore shouted and Voldemort was instantly binded with light and couldn't move.
A/N: I'll stop here, the next chapter will describe the age-old battle between good and evil. Who will triumph? You decide! By the means of reviews of course!
Fueled by Anger
"Come one Potty! Why aren't you attacking? This is getting boring. Do you want me to finish you off just like this? ... ANSWER ME POTTER!" Voldemort roared.
Harry only had one plan at this point, to stall untill he came up with a real plan or untill he dies. Of course he was hoping for the first. Harry did not reply, death before dishonour. It's what James would have done.
"Imperius!" Voldemort shouted. Harry immediately felt the effects, he could fight the effects easily if he was in perfect condition which he was not. But with all his willpower he barely survived the stress.
"Have you ever wondered why your dear godfather died Potty?" Riddle sneered.
Harry was panting but his ears suddenly paid attention and quickly filled with hatred. "You planned for him to die! Do have a life at all? Why are you just ruining mine?" Harry screamed at him. His anger was taking over. His every movement was fueled and powerful as he radomly attempted to hurt Voldemort. It had no effect on him what so ever as he dodged all of Harry's shots with ease.
"Giving up so fast Potty?" Riddle said in a mocked baby voice. "Come on, one more shot. This is quite amusing for me."
Harry laid on the icy cold and hard floor. His view blocked by random sights of colourful circles. He knew that in a few moments, his life would all be over. His every breath was getting more painful.
"Even the infamous Harry Potter has his limits. Here I stand, over Harry Potter draining his life away. Beating him at his own game. You're about to die in your own mind Potter, Any last words?" Riddle was standing with one foot on Harry's stomach.
'Wait a second. Harry thought. If they were in HIS mind, wouldnt he be able to control everything in it? Wouldn't he be able to defeat Voldemort by simply believing that he could and imagining things that could destroy him?
"I do have some words to say, they're not going to be my last though. GET OFF OF ME!" Harry shouted as he twisted Riddles foot and pushed him off his body. Voldemort quickly regained his position though, wiping off some blood from his lips."Not very polite Potty. Don't remember what I just did a few moments ago? Even though this technically is YOUR mind, it is entirely in MY control. Let me demostrate." "Crucio!" Riddle roared. Harry's insides instantly filled with pain beyond belief. It hurted more than Riddle's ussual curses. He figured that he probably used some magnifying stunt to increase his power. 'Well if he can do it, so can you! When the pain finally washed away, he concentrated as hard as he could on a single image, his wand. 'Focus, m'boy, focus. just like we learned in DADA class. Untill the image was burned into his mind and he could take it no more. And the outcome of his wandless magic was stupendous. There, floating right in front of Harry, protected by a golden ball, layed his wand. Harry didn't hesitate and quickly reached for the wand. Unfortunatly, so did Riddle. They both touched the wand at the same time and shouted 'Imperio!' at the same time. What happened next was unexpected by both. The wand emmited a strange and eerie gold and green light, beamed upwards. The clouded sky turned dark grey then bright blue and all the colours of the rainbow. The two men stood there awed and stunned by the phenomenon, totally forgetting that they're sworn enemies for life. As the sky turned white, small cracks appeared in the enclosed dome that they were in. Then it happened, a small piece fell off, followed by another and yet another. The gaps were filled with the sight of small fragments of the hospital wing untill the whole dome just fell apart and the two landed right in the middle of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.
Harry landed on a bed while Riddle fell facedown on the floor, surrounded by the staff of Hogwarts who were in the middle of an animated discussion.
"Oh my god!" Madame Pomfrey shrieked. Dumbledore, on the other hand was fully alert and sprang into action.
"Corpuses Morphia!" Dumbledore shouted and Voldemort was instantly binded with light and couldn't move.
A/N: I'll stop here, the next chapter will describe the age-old battle between good and evil. Who will triumph? You decide! By the means of reviews of course!
