An; well I bet you didn't expect this.
Fawkes
Harry froze.
"Fawkes?" he asked warily. The big bird landed on his shoulder and nudged him.
Harry started. He could hear a voice in his head.
/what are you doing little friend/brother mind?/
Harry stared at the Phoenix.
/why are you letting yourself become so angry/annoyed/heated? Anger/hate/pain is the root of his evil/wickedness/sin/
Fawkes looked at the wizard who was watching them warily.
"But all he did" began Harry angrily.
/you were told by Mistress Poppy Pomfrey were you not that anger/hate will not hurt/harm/injure him?/
"That's not what she said!" growled Harry, still not moving the wand.
/then that's what she/Poppy/Pomfrey meant./
"But!"
/quiet/peace/calm down little friend/young master/
Fawkes began to sing softly and Harry shut his eyes. He let the anger seep out of him. It would not come back. The light that had gathered around his wand dissipated.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled at the bird.
"Thank you."
Fawkes inclined his regal head. Then he took off, disappearing into the sky.
Harry turned to Voldemort.
"I almost made a very big mistake. I almost became like you." Harry's voice seemed flat, even in his own ears.
Voldemort could think of nothing to say.
"You wanted to know what the prophecy said didn't you?" asked Harry, still not moving the new wand.
Voldemort straightened in surprise. After all his searching, all his worrying, this boy knew what the Prophecy was?
Harry began to recite the words that were burned into his brain by pain.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power that the Dark Lord knows not...and either must dies at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."
He trailed off watching his enemy figure it out. The dawning knowledge hit his face and Harry said, still ignoring the pain in his open and bleeding scar which was letting blood run down one side of his face,
"The odd thing is, I thought my power was anger. That cold power that just began to materialize was my anger and hatred for you. But my friend Fawkes just set me right. You know anger, pain and all those horrible emotions. You feel them all the time. If I am to defeat you truly I have to use things that are so negative to your nature that you cannot live with them."
So say he raised his new wand high above his head. A wind blew Harry's robes around him furiously and Voldemort watched powerless as a burst of yellow light burst from the wand and split the heavens. The ground shook, and rumbles were heard everywhere, even as far as Australia (where Neonlight's was doing her best to kick DE butt ^_^). The beam broke through the blackness overhead and it fell away, crumbling away into dust.
Cries of relief were heard everywhere on earth, and in space.
Harry lowered his wand, smiling. For the first time in seventeen years his heart felt truly light and happy. He pointed the long black stick at Voldemort and a burst of light engulfed the man.
But Voldemort was not to be outdone that easily. He fought back. A wave of darkness rose up from behind him and people everywhere watched in amazement as the new light that had blasted the Darkness expanded to meet this new black mist. The two powers rose, far, far above their masters heads and all Harry's friends watched from London as the two powers collided, like two huge clouds, two huge storms that hit each other and broke. Lightning cracked and thunder boomed.
Harry though of all the people he had ever loved, all the friends he had made. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Luna, Ginny, Lupin, Dumbledore, Kinglsey, Tonks, McGonagall, his parents. Cedric. Sirius.
He let the love and warmth he felt for them flow into his wand and burst towards Voldemort.
The Light won the battle and the Darkness disappeared. The light swept over the earth, dispelling the last remnants of Harry's anger and then, quick as lightning, congregated at Harry's wand. He waved it slightly.
He could never be sure, later whether the Dark Lord screamed or not. He knew he threw up his hands and ducked, but Harry could never remember if he screamed. The light engulfed him, and then exploded, sending Harry tumbling through the air. He landed on his back on the rubble and heard the cracks but didn't feel the pain. His scar hurt incredibly. The heat was immense, and Harry breathed it in, burning his lungs and throat as he gasped in pain.
The light faded, too slowly for Harry's liking. Voldemort was lying where he had fallen, spread eagled on the ground.
Harry stared for a second, only just managing to lift his head which felt like lead to watch. He could believe it. The Dark Lord was dead.
But, as before, the spirit of Voldemort survived. Harry watched as it rose from the body, its evil eyes gleaming horribly. He clutched his wand, and said
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the spell did what it was meant to. The spirit screamed, a scream that would haunt Harry's nights for ever and broke apart, still screaming. Slowly fading to dust. Something hit Harry's chest, flinging him back into the ruins, and he yelped. The sign that had swung merrily throughout the battle was knocked over as this invisible explosion hit it. Grass and trees were burnt.
And Harry's scar finally stopped hurting.
An; I'm tired. Good night. ^_^ see you in the next chappie!!
Fawkes
Harry froze.
"Fawkes?" he asked warily. The big bird landed on his shoulder and nudged him.
Harry started. He could hear a voice in his head.
/what are you doing little friend/brother mind?/
Harry stared at the Phoenix.
/why are you letting yourself become so angry/annoyed/heated? Anger/hate/pain is the root of his evil/wickedness/sin/
Fawkes looked at the wizard who was watching them warily.
"But all he did" began Harry angrily.
/you were told by Mistress Poppy Pomfrey were you not that anger/hate will not hurt/harm/injure him?/
"That's not what she said!" growled Harry, still not moving the wand.
/then that's what she/Poppy/Pomfrey meant./
"But!"
/quiet/peace/calm down little friend/young master/
Fawkes began to sing softly and Harry shut his eyes. He let the anger seep out of him. It would not come back. The light that had gathered around his wand dissipated.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled at the bird.
"Thank you."
Fawkes inclined his regal head. Then he took off, disappearing into the sky.
Harry turned to Voldemort.
"I almost made a very big mistake. I almost became like you." Harry's voice seemed flat, even in his own ears.
Voldemort could think of nothing to say.
"You wanted to know what the prophecy said didn't you?" asked Harry, still not moving the new wand.
Voldemort straightened in surprise. After all his searching, all his worrying, this boy knew what the Prophecy was?
Harry began to recite the words that were burned into his brain by pain.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have a power that the Dark Lord knows not...and either must dies at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."
He trailed off watching his enemy figure it out. The dawning knowledge hit his face and Harry said, still ignoring the pain in his open and bleeding scar which was letting blood run down one side of his face,
"The odd thing is, I thought my power was anger. That cold power that just began to materialize was my anger and hatred for you. But my friend Fawkes just set me right. You know anger, pain and all those horrible emotions. You feel them all the time. If I am to defeat you truly I have to use things that are so negative to your nature that you cannot live with them."
So say he raised his new wand high above his head. A wind blew Harry's robes around him furiously and Voldemort watched powerless as a burst of yellow light burst from the wand and split the heavens. The ground shook, and rumbles were heard everywhere, even as far as Australia (where Neonlight's was doing her best to kick DE butt ^_^). The beam broke through the blackness overhead and it fell away, crumbling away into dust.
Cries of relief were heard everywhere on earth, and in space.
Harry lowered his wand, smiling. For the first time in seventeen years his heart felt truly light and happy. He pointed the long black stick at Voldemort and a burst of light engulfed the man.
But Voldemort was not to be outdone that easily. He fought back. A wave of darkness rose up from behind him and people everywhere watched in amazement as the new light that had blasted the Darkness expanded to meet this new black mist. The two powers rose, far, far above their masters heads and all Harry's friends watched from London as the two powers collided, like two huge clouds, two huge storms that hit each other and broke. Lightning cracked and thunder boomed.
Harry though of all the people he had ever loved, all the friends he had made. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Luna, Ginny, Lupin, Dumbledore, Kinglsey, Tonks, McGonagall, his parents. Cedric. Sirius.
He let the love and warmth he felt for them flow into his wand and burst towards Voldemort.
The Light won the battle and the Darkness disappeared. The light swept over the earth, dispelling the last remnants of Harry's anger and then, quick as lightning, congregated at Harry's wand. He waved it slightly.
He could never be sure, later whether the Dark Lord screamed or not. He knew he threw up his hands and ducked, but Harry could never remember if he screamed. The light engulfed him, and then exploded, sending Harry tumbling through the air. He landed on his back on the rubble and heard the cracks but didn't feel the pain. His scar hurt incredibly. The heat was immense, and Harry breathed it in, burning his lungs and throat as he gasped in pain.
The light faded, too slowly for Harry's liking. Voldemort was lying where he had fallen, spread eagled on the ground.
Harry stared for a second, only just managing to lift his head which felt like lead to watch. He could believe it. The Dark Lord was dead.
But, as before, the spirit of Voldemort survived. Harry watched as it rose from the body, its evil eyes gleaming horribly. He clutched his wand, and said
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the spell did what it was meant to. The spirit screamed, a scream that would haunt Harry's nights for ever and broke apart, still screaming. Slowly fading to dust. Something hit Harry's chest, flinging him back into the ruins, and he yelped. The sign that had swung merrily throughout the battle was knocked over as this invisible explosion hit it. Grass and trees were burnt.
And Harry's scar finally stopped hurting.
An; I'm tired. Good night. ^_^ see you in the next chappie!!