The Final Showdown.
Harry Vs. Voldermont.
The Graveyard.
Ron opened his eyes dreadingly, he felt he was dead. But one thing he saw was an odd red glowing wall. The wall was formed around him and his friends. A second ago they were attacked by a barrage of spells casted by the insufferable Deatheaters. He was saved and alive, and so was his family and friends. All of them looked around the red glowing wall. They were confident of their safety now. Ron looked at his best friend, who was in a state if awe.
"It's Harry, Hermione," Ron notified but she already knew, she was in awe because the red glowing wall was a new variant of spell called Hinge, a combination of Potions and Charms. She thought how Harry knew this spell and how he learned it was quiet a surprise to her.
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked, Hermione turned to her friend and nodded fervently. She seemed very happy and pretty confident which side was going to win.
"WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS?!" Voldermont growled loudly. The crows began to scamper away. Hermione, Ron and the others faced Voldermont and his supporters. Voldermont was quiet obvious angry at the facts that he was losing. His angry expression somehow melted into a relaxed state.
"No matter," he said calmly, Hermione looked puzzled when everyone gasped at his now calm state. "You people must be Potters' friends, well guess what his not here."
Voldermont's statement was really confusing. "You all been fooled again by some amateurish wizard who was trying to make a big impression at the Wizarding World."
Hermione, Sirius, Cedric and Hagrid looked crossly at Voldermont, they knew he was denying the fact that Harry returned. "I'll prove to you weaklings that he won't be hear and he is somewhere up there with his bloody pathetic parents," hissed the Dark Lord, Sirius could not take it anymore, he was about to cast a spell but Hagrid halted him from doing any further regrets.
"This is A'rry's fight, not ours," said the half-giant; Sirus nodded and restrained himself from doing something stupid.
"You know why I'm talking confidently like this," said Voldermont, he still trying to make his point. "Because deep down, I knew I killed him and buried him here, I killed him and his DEAD, DEAD, DEAD."
The whole graveyard became pitch black; no one can see each other. Hermione could felt Hagrid near her; she clung onto Hargid's coat for safety. The twins were cheering widely; they all knew that Harry was finally going to appear. The boys followed their example and soon the girls too.
"Stop cheering!" Voldermont yelled, but nobody listened. Suddenly, the full moon lit the place where Voldermont was, a circle was formed, a ring of fire was trapping Voldermont. "What is the meaning of this?"
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH,"
The unmistakable voice on the one who helped Harry was here. Hermione let go of Hagrid and felt excited. "It's Hans," she said.
A light lit a path from the dark forest right to the flaming circle. Hans appeared along with twenty men in hooded cloak, hiding their faces and carrying torches. Han was wearing muggle clothing, a black suit. He was carrying in his hands a red crystal ball. They walked slowly towards the flaming circle. Hans kept his eyes maliciously on Voldermont. The Dark lord never felt threaten in his life.
He cast a green spark, evidently the Killing Curse, and shot at Hans. The Deatheaters followed suit and cast various spells and Hans and his men. But their efforts were in vain as the red glowing wall protected Hans and his men. The Unforgivable Curse could not stop Hans, let alone Harry Potter.
Hans stopped ten feet away from the flaming circle; the hooded men behind him were lined in two, ten on Hans's right and ten on his left. They were making a way for someone. The twenty men faced each other and raised their torches. Hans stood silently, grinning malevolently at Voldermont. Voldermont had a disgust looked on his face, watching Hans made him angrier.
"You were the cause behind my fall, you're tricks and trickery won't do you good, Harry Potter is dead, dead, DEAD."
'Thump'
Voldermont changed his face expression to horror. Hans grinned and turned around to face the way he came out. "No," Voldermont murmured.
'Thump'
The song of the dead played again, this time louder than ever. "Can it be?" Sirius gasped. "Yes," Ron said. "It's…it's," he stammered. "IT'S HIM," Hermione shouted.
'Thump'
A man appeared in a black trench coat, black suit, black boots and a black wide brimmed hat. He stood there, hiding his face under the hat. Voldermont wide-eyed looking at the man, his mouth dropped and he shook his head. He could not believe his eyes, his enemy was really here.
HARRY POTTER HAS COME BACK
Harry walked slowly towards the flaming circle. He never took his eyes off his enemy who was anxious. He walked past Hans and Hans followed him into the flaming circle. Hermione was eager to see his face but felt a bit disappointed that Harry's face was well hidden.
Harry and Hans have crossed the flaming circle with ease. Harry stopped walking and still looked intently at Voldermont, a man worthy of his revenge. Hans took off Harry's coat, and exposed a black robe for duelling. Harry looked like he was in his Quidditch gear only red and yellow were replaced by black. Then the hat was off, exposing his now new adult looked face. Voldermont gasped looking at how much Harry had changed. Everyone else gasped looking at Harry, Hermione and Ron almost did not recognize him. Harry's face was still the same no-facial-hair face, his nose and lips were the same, his eyes were greener than usual, he did not wear his round glasses, it gave him an eerie sparkle and his scar. His scar was now longer. It stretched from his forehead right to his right eye and gave him a menacing look.
Voldermont was intimidated by his looks. He could read his eyes and face expression, anger, frustration, fury, rage, and most important of all, revenge. Voldermont breathed hard, he stifled a breath, and the only one who could make him feel like this was Dumbledore. Now he had another one on the list.
Hans already made out of the flaming circle, leaving the two men of fate and destiny to fulfil the prophecy. The flaming circle was extinguished and replaced by the red wall. Everyone could still saw it visibly. But Hans would not let everyone saw the fight. He whistled and out came thirty men behind the Deatheaters, attacking them out of no where.
At the same time, the twenty hooded men revealed themselves. All of them were halfbloods. Sirius immediately recognized one of the hooded men, as a werewolf. Remus Lupin has helped Harry in his quest to fight Voldermont since the day Harry rose from the grave. He led the twenty men into helping their comrades. They fought hard as the red wall protected them as they killed the Deatheaters by hand and magic. Voldermont looked at his supporters, taking his eyes off Harry. Even though he could kill Voldermont right now, he just waited because he wanted Remus to see the fight too.
Voldermont yell to stop but his supporters were killed one by one. Head chopped off, heart ripped off and limbs separated from their bodies. The death of the Deatheaters suited for what they had done to the world. Only fifty were left and out of them were Harry's most wanted, Bellatrix, Lucius, Wormtail, Macnair, Draco, Dolohov and Crouch Jr.
Harry could do the job of killing this seven people but he left them for his friend, Hans Nesbett.
Hans stood alone whilst his men were killing the Deatheaters. He made an eye contact at Ron and Hermione and he succeeded in getting their attention. Hans levitated the red crystal ball along with Harry's hat and coat towards them. They instantly knew what Hans wanted and kept the things safely in their hands. With the job done, Hans gave out a nasty growl that attracted everybody except Harry.
Hans raised his hands and saw his transformation, his fingers became longer, his face turned pale, his eyes were turning to dead and nothingness and his teeth had grown fangs. Hermione gasped looking at Harry's accomplice, "He's a…. a vamp… a vampire."
"Half human, half vampire, another halfbreed," murmured Voldermont.
After the transformation, Hans dashed past the the circle, past Harry who still kept his eyes on Voldermont, and Hans past Voldermont. Voldermont could not felt him passing by; he turned around quickly and saw something horrifying. Hans dashed faster than anyone who can cast Lumos. He found Barty Crouch Jr. and Antonin Dolohov. Both of the Deatheaters were caught by surprised when Hans grabbed their heads and grinded the two to the ground, both of them were dead.
"Wow!" Ron was astonished by Hans's movement. Everyone else felt the same way. "And we have dinner with a vampire," he said in a delighted tone.
"Halfbreed, Ron" Hermione exclaimed, Ron just shrugged.
"Two down, five dead people walking," said Hans in a devilish tone, he turned to his next target, the executioner Macnair who killed halfbreeds for life. Both men made eye contact, each wanted to give a taste of revenge. Hans made the first move and Macnair just swung his axe at him. He missed and Hans appeared behind him.
"Hey Macnair, how about a taste of your own medicine," said Hans silkily. He grabbed Macnair by the head. "NO, please No," Macnair pleaded but to no avail, Hans pulled Macnair's head off, blood spewing from the inside of the neck. Hans threw away Macnair's dead head and turned next to his two targets, the remaining Malfoys.
Ron and some others puked after seeing Macnair's head being pulled off leaving a beheaded body lying there. Amazingly, Hermione did not look sick at all.
"Father," Draco squeaked in horror. "What are we going to do?"
"Let's run now, before that halfbreed kills us," Lucius instructed and he and his son ran off towards the forest to escape.
"Oh, no you don't," said Hans cheekily, he sped again, managing to get in front of the Malfoys. Lucius and his son fidgeted seeing Hans appeared before their very eyes. "Don't think I forgot you two," he said, and without any warning, he stabbed both the Malfoys with his sharp pointy fingers and pulled out their guts. The Malfoys were gone to the delight of the Weasleys.
"Now only two left," said Hans, looking at the remaining two Deatheaters, Bellatrix and Wormtail who kept hiding behind the horrible woman. The other Deatheaters were wiped out by the halfbreeds, leaving the two. Voldermont began to panic seeing his supporters; the most loyal and strongest ones have died.
Hans's men have cornered Bellatrix and Wormtail, nothing could saved the two evil doers. Hans's hands were covered in blood, which came from the Malfoys, Macnair, Crouch and Dolohov. Wormtail still hid behind Bellatrix, she tried to push the rat away. Hans took this chance and dashed to her. He kicked Wormtail away towards the werewolf formed of Remus. He held the old lady, and pulled her head so her neck was exposed. Remus held the rat so he did not escape.
"This is your last time seeing your master, Lestrange," said Hans devilishly. "Master, help me," she shrieked, and pleading for help but all she got was death. Hans bit her neck deeply to suck all the blood from her body. Bellatrix tried to move but she was too weak and she stifled. Finally, her body was lifeless; her hands were loosely dangling from Hans. He let go of the body, and she dropped on the ground, lifeless, no breathing and no movement were seen.
"Farewell my dear sister," said Sirius with utmost respect, even though he was not fond of her, she was still his sister, and family was still family.
"Now for you, the rat," said Hans, Wormtail was in panicked, he wanted to run away but Remus kept holding him. "You have cause a lot of death of innocence, you will pay the same price as equal as the death of those innocence.
"Please don't kill me, I'm not worth it," Wormtail pleaded pathetically. But what all Hans did was bind an invisible rope around the rat. "Thanked you, thank you," said Wormtail delightedly.
"I'm not going to kill you, rat. You will suffer first than you will die of horrible death," said Hans maliciously. Wormtail shouted 'No' and Hans cast the Silencing Charm to shut the rat.
He turned back into a human and so did some of his men, especially Remus Lupin. They walked to Hermione and joined her and her friends to watched Harry. Voldermont was starting to regret his decision coming to the graveyard. He looked at the corpses of his supporters, all of them died of far horrible death than he could imaging. He spun around and forgotten about his nemesis.
After the battle between Hans and his men with the Deatheaters, Harry still stood watching intently at Voldermont. He could have killed him when his enemy's back was turn but he did not take the easy road.
"What is he waiting for? Kill him already," Ron yelled impatiently, Hans took the crystal ball and the coat from Hermione. "He's waiting for the first move," said Hans.
Everyone looked at him puzzled. "He wanted to know if Voldermont is truly in deep denial of his existence after all this battle," he explained.
"But he's in front of him, can't he see him," said Ron, only to get a slap on the head by Sirius. "Of course Voldermont can see, Harry is playing mind games with him," said Sirius.
"Look, Voldermont is moving towards Harry," Ginny pointed out, everyone watched intently at the two men in the circle. True, Voldermont was walking slowly towards Harry. He closed his eyes and stretched his hand to feel if he was really alive.
"He's not alive, he's not alive," he kept muttering the same words as he reached Harry who was still standing and kept quiet all this time. As Voldermont touched Harry's robes and immediate reaction took over Harry, he punched Voldermont's face very hard until it sent the Dark Lord away from him. Voldermont was convinced by the punch that Harry was indeed alive. He fell to the ground hard and tried to get up, but Harry dashed towards him, his speed was the same as Hans. He gave Voldermont a lot of punches to the head, body and thigh as Voldermont was on the ground trying to defend.
"Wow! Where he learned that," Sirius asked.
"From this guy," said Remus, patted Hans on the back. Hans smiled proudly.
"Harry backed away a little to give Voldermont a chance to get up. Voldermont did just that and drew his wand out, "Crucio." He cast the Cruciatus Curse, but his effort was in vain as Harry knocked the curse away with his hand. Voldermont's mouth dropped and so did Hermione and her friends.
"Where did you learn that?" Voldermont asked, but Harry did not answer.
Hermione turned to Hans for the same question. "Since his wand had snapped, I took his mother and father's wand and stuck it in his arms," he gladly answered.
"You mean two wands are put in his hand, that's mental," Ron scoffed, but got another slap on the head, this time from Hermione. "What did you do that for?"
"It's not mental, Ron, its brilliant, another form of wandless magic," she said indicatively. Ron just nodded and shrugged and went to watch Harry.
Right now Harry was giving Voldermont some kicking and punching. Voldermont did some several Cruciatus but all he did was making Harry more aggressive on him. Harry picked Voldermont up by the throat. "Impediementa," his right hand was glimmering with light and punched Voldermont and sent the Dark Lord away again. He dashed to Voldermont before he could even fell. "Expilliarmus," another hard punch to Voldermont and the Dark Lord was feeling desperate to beat him. Harry has gained the upper hand on him.
Voldermont pointed his wand at Harry. "Ava…da… Kedav…ra," he said gradually, a jet of green light moved towards Harry. Harry was not afraid of it because he knew how to block the most feared curse.
He stretched his hand out, motioning the curse to come to his hand. The green light came to his hand like a bird resting on the branch. Harry's hand emitted a green glow that turned instantly into blue. Voldermont gawked at him; his nemesis has found the counter curse for the Killing Curse.
"What the?" said Voldermont unbelievingly.
"He just blocked the Killing Curse," Sirius yelled.
"Atta boy A'rry," Hagrid cheered.
Harry pointed his right hand where it emitted blue glow. "Arvadek Adava," he murmured the words backwards for the Killing Curse. He shot a blue light that sped towards Voldermont but the Dark lord rolled out of the way, barely missing the spell. Voldermont stifled a bit after avoiding the spell.
"How did you do that?" he asked but Harry did not answer, he was thinking ahead of Voldermont. He shot a spell at the ground and something was moving towards Voldermont.
"Rubby Worms," said Voldermont.
"Rubby Worms," Hagrid murmured, a large green thin worm burst out from the ground and tied Voldermont tightly. Voldermont tried to breath but could not, "Let me go, curse this worms."
While Voldermont was too preoccupied trying to get out of the Rubby Worms way, Harry appeared behind him. Voldermont could felt his presence and went wide eyed. Harry gave him a cold gaze and put his hands on the coiled Rubby Worm. "Vikora," he yelled.
An explosion emitted form Harry's hands making Voldermont's behind injured badly. His robes shredded, revealing the burned injuries that was impossible to be cured. The Rubby Worm made its way back underground unhurt from Harry's attack.
"If I knew the counter curse to the Killing Curse was just saying the spell backwards, I wouldn't be afraid of confronting Voldermont," said Ron spryly.
"It's not just saying it backwards, Ron," Hermione snorted, Ron looked puzzled.
"The girlfriend is right, you have to control your fear of death, Harry has face death and survived, his fear for it has been long gone before I taught him the counter curse," Hans explained in details, Hermione blushed furiously a bit after Hans called him girlfriend. She hid her face from her friends but kept her attention towards the fight.
Harry was pounding on Voldermont vigorously, Voldermont's robe were torn badly. His scaly skin was bleeding. Harry backed off a bit, looking at his enemy without a single pity. Voldermont knelt and begged him. "Please stop, I beg of you, have mercy on me," Voldermont's words were daft to Harry's ears.
Harry choked Voldermont with one hand and lifted Voldermont with ease. "Mercy… you gave no one and you expect me to give you one," Harry finally spoke, he let out his anger on Voldermont.
"Ye…Yes," Voldermont stifled.
"You never give my parents one single mercy so here's for my father," he punched Voldermont right on his jaw. Voldermont blasted out of Harry's hand and landed on the ground. Harry sped quickly to Voldermont before he could stand back up. Harry was sitting on top of Voldermont. "This one for my mother," he yelled as he gave another hard punch to the head. "This one for Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Sirius, Lupin, Hans, and everyone I know," he shouted as jab after jab hit Voldermont, bruising the evil wizard's face.
"And this one for the misery staying in that bloody grave," he shouted one last time, and clenched his hand into a real fist. He was about to give Voldermont one last blow but he was caught by surprised when Voldermont grinned maliciously. "Avada Kedavra," a jet green spark shit Harry in the heart. It was Harry's turn to be blasted off and landed in the centre.
"HARRRYYY!" Hermione screamed, horrified by the sight in front of her. Everyone was stunned and wore a horrifying face except Hans who was seemed little surprised. Hermione cried miserably, burying his face in Hagrid's coat. Hagrid held her, unsure of what to do just like the others.
"No way," Ron said, his eyes were deceiving him he thought.
"He killed Harry again," Cedric murmured, holding Cho closely to him.
Voldermont was struggling to stand up after getting a beating of a lifetime from Harry. He laughed madly; he achieved victory once again over Harry. He laughed at the world; he laughed at everyone and laughed directly at Harry's friends.
"You all see now who has the last laugh, I won, I won," Voldermont shouted, delivering a clear message to everyone.
"No it cannot be this way," Sirius growled his frustration.
"It is this way," Voldermont snarled more aggressively, "I have defeated Harry Potter, HA HA HA HA."
Hans surprised face turned into a lop-sided grin. Harry stood back up from the Killing Curse. Everyone gasped looking at Harry except Hans and the crying Hermione. Hermione heard the gasped and looked at Harry, her sad face melted into over excited. "HAAARRRRYYY!" she yelled her delight.
Voldermont was puzzled by Hermione's excitement; he spun around and shocked to see Harry looking murderously at him. "How….why…." he stammered.
Harry was immune to the Killing Curse; he was the first wizard to reach this insurmountable height.
"Its time for your end, Voldermont," said Harry gallantly, Voldermont was scared out of his wits. He shot the killing Curse many times, but none of them were affecting Harry as he just walked slowly toward Voldermont. Voldermont gulped as Harry was closed to him. Harry lifted Voldermont once again by the throat, jumped to the centre and slammed him hard in the centre. 'BAM' the sound of the slam was audible. The boys wowed watching Harry's action.
Harry stood silently looking at Voldermont's limp body. "KILL HIM!" Ron shouted and the boys voted the same. Harry heard his friends' shouting of approval of killing Voldermont. He signalled the time to kill Voldermont by showing a thumb to his neck and slide it across his neck, a signal of death.
He raised his hand to his side and yelled, "RECLAIMED YOUR SON, TOM RIDDLE."
With those words, the ground within the red wall started to shake. Harry got out of the circle and watched the scene with mirth. A tombstone rose from the muddy ground. On the tombstone was written 'TOM RIDDLE', Voldermont's father's grave. A coffin too rose from the ground and burst opened, revealing a skeleton of Voldermont's father.
Voldermont who was floating very near his father's skeleton yelped. He was scared to death and tried to escape by moving his hand and legs like he was swimming. But the more he moved, the more he dragged nearer to the coffin.
"No, don't, help, HELLLLPPPPPP," he screamed, he was on top of his father's skeleton.
The skeleton glowed a luminous light around it. Voldermont freaked out and moved his hands and legs more. It was moving and alive.
"Come with me my son," said the skeleton gutturally, wrapping his bony hands around Voldermont. "We have a lot of catching up to do."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!" Voldermont yelled for his life as he was dragged by his father into the ground. Gradually, his head buried into the ground followed lastly by his hand stretching out for help until his fingers were not seen.
Finally, Voldermont has been defeated in a gruelling way and victory belonged to Harry Potter.
"I did it, Mum, Dad, I won," he muttered, unknowing that several ran to him and jumped on him.
"You did it, you did it," Ron yelled, shaking Harry like a rag doll.
"The Triwizard Champion showed his true self," Cedric complimented, Harry was puzzled why he was here with Cho.
The twins lifted him up the shoulder liked he won the Quidditch Cup. Everyone congratulated him on a well deserved victory but to Harry it was not victory; he called him revenge that was accomplished. An accomplishment that came with a very fine reward: a return to his friends.
He got an even better reward, a girl. He saw Hermione standing alone away from him, looking happy, proud and relief.
"Put me down, please," he pleaded and the twins put him down and he walked to her.
"Hey scar-head," Hans called him. He turned around and watched as Hans threw the coat and hat and Harry grabbed them. Hans grinned widely, blood showing on his teeth, "What's a Deadman without his hat and coat." Harry grinned back and continued walking towards Hermione.
He halted in front of her; both of them were sheepish as they looked. "Hi," Harry greeted in a sheepish voice.
"Hi," she greeted back, the same voice as him.
Without any hesitation, he did something that he wanted for a long time; he put his hat on her and met her lips with his own. All the waiting and suffering ended within this one moment. They let go of each other and all they said was, "Wow."
Their friends cheered them to continue but they have to do some important things namely sent Wormtail to the Ministry. The world was finally at peace, the people should be thankful to their hero who was once known as the Boy_Who_Lived but now he was called the Deadman.
Epilogue:
In a world of the souls, Voldermont floated alone trying to find the way out. But to his dreadful dismay, he was cornered by his past victims, those who were innocent.
"Who goes there?" he demanded, his eyes were playing tricks on him.
"TOM!!!"
"Father," he heard the unmistaken voice of his dead father. The skeleton remains of his father appeared along with other victims of Voldermont.
"You owe us something," snarled his father.
"No, no, I don't," he said quaveringly.
"YEAH!" his father growled and all the skeletons grabbed Voldermont.
"AAARRRRGH," Voldermont screamed as limbs were torn off one by one, his eyes were popped out, his skin was torn off and organs stolen from him. All of his victims got a piece of him until nothing of him remained. Thus Voldermont was gone forever.
END………..
Inspired by Return of the Deadman.