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Harry ran off to the direction of the where the scream had come from, convinced that whatever he found would not be something good; Ginny and Neville ran along behind him.
What Harry found confirmed his worries. There was a patch of ground that looked as though it had been trodden on many times; the grass was reduced to muddy nothingness. Harry could see at least two- no, three- pairs of foot prints. Neville pointed out something lying on the ground, and Harry went over and picked it up. It was a wand. Hermione's wand.
"Voldemort. He's taken her."
Harry was sure of it. Dumbledore had, after all, warned him and Hermione not to go wandering around alone. Why didn't he listen?! He should have gone up to the castle with Hermione, to protect her, to make sure that something like this wouldn't happen!
"Harry?" said Neville shakily.
"We have to go to Dumbledore!" Harry pocketed Hermione's wand, and without waiting for another word, he dashed towards the castle. Ginny and Neville followed.
When Harry reached the door to Dumbledore's office, he didn't wait to knock, but barged right on in. Dumbledore, who had been writing something down, looked up.
"Harry, Ginny, Neville, it was wonderful of you to think of coming here to visit me, but I really must get on with this-" he caught sight of Harry's panic-stricken face. "What's wrong?"
"Hermione! Voldemort's taken her! I think he's taken her to the Department of Mysteries!"
Dumbledore immediately stood up. "To the Department of Mysteries?"
"Yes!"
"I'll go and alert the Order. You three stay here."
"Why can't I come?" said Harry heatedly.
Dumbledore sighed. "I don't want to risk losing you, too."
"SHE'S MY WIFE!" Harry erupted. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? JUST SIT HERE AND DO NOTHING?"
"Harry, I order you to stay here," said Dumbledore sternly. Harry took several calming breaths. "Good," Dumbledore continued. "I must go now. Stay here, all of you." Dumbledore threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace, shout out "12 Grimmauld Place!" and disappeared in a rush of green flames.
As soon as he had gone, Harry, too, went over to where the Floo Powder was kept.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Neville asked.
"Harry, don't go to the Department of Mysteries! Dumbledore said for us to say here!"
Harry ignored Ginny, and threw the Powder into the fireplace. He was about step in himself, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and found himself face-to-face with Ginny.
"Harry, don't go!"
"Why not?" Harry growled.
"Dumbledore said not to!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT DUMBLEDORE SAID!" Harry yelled again. "HERMIONE'S MY WIFE! DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO STAY HERE WHILE SHE'S IN DANGER?!"
"But...Harry..." Ginny hesitated.
"What? WHAT?"
"What if you die?"
Harry was about to shout at her again, but instead he took a few deep, calming breaths and said in a voice that was calm, cold, and full of determination, as if of one who was resigned to his fate, "I'd rather die fighting for what's right, than die alone, having done nothing." He stepped into the fireplace, and was instantly rushing towards the Ministry of Magic.
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When Harry fell out of the fireplace in the Ministry, he found the Atrium empty. He thought this was a bit strange at first, but then remembered that Voldemort, and possibly a few of his Death Eaters, were here. He walked quietly down the hallway, glancing at the Fountain of Magical Brethren, now fully restored to it's former glory that was halfway down the hall. He reached the golden gates, went through these, and stepped into one of the lifts, and pushed the button that had the number nine on it.
The noise of the lift descending rang all over the Ministry, Harry was sure of this. And if that was true, Harry reasoned to himself, that would mean that he had just announced his arrival, and Voldemort's Death Eaters would surely be waiting for him. And waiting for him, they were, but not at the lifts on the ninth floor, no, they were waiting at the door that led into the Department of Mysteries. Then Harry realized that they were guarding it, and keeping a watch out for arrivals.
Harry practically tip-toed down the hall, taking great care not to make a sound, amazed that the two Death Eaters hadn't noticed him. When Harry reached them, he was even more amazed to find that they were asleep.
"I should really mention this to Voldemort when I see him," said Harry to himself. He saw the Death Eaters stir, and Stunned them before they even had the chance to do anything.
Harry opened the door, stepped over the Stunned Death Eaters, and found himself in the same circular room that he had found himself in when he was in his fifth year. But unlike then, he didn't close the door; he didn't want the walls to spin, and to forget which way he came in from.
So he left the door that led into the hallway open, and tried a few of the doors. Nothing he wanted he found, for he was looking for the door that led to the brain room. Finally, after quite a while, Harry was growing quite desperate. He went up to a door at random, turned the knob, and to his great relief, found himself looking in the brain room. He stepped inside, but didn't close the door.
"Hello, Harry," said a voice that made Harry nearly jump out of his skin.
"Who's there?" Harry asked. "Voldemort?"
"Not the Dark Lord," said the voice, "but I." And from the shadows came no one other than...
"Percy?" said Harry incredulously. "You're a...a..."
"Death Eater? Yes, though I prefer the term Dark Lord's most loyal servant."
"I hate to disappoint you, Percy, but the position of Dark Lord's most loyal servant is already filled by Peter Pettigrew."
"You think so, do you?" Percy said conversationally. "Anyhow, I came here to put a stop to you."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Harry spat.
"It means exactly that." Percy raised his wand and threw a curse at Harry, who dodged it, and sent another curse back at Percy, who dodged it. "You think you can get rid of me that easily Potter?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
Percy opened his mouth to say something, and Harry, seeing the lapse in concentration, sent a Stunner at Percy, and it hit him. Percy fell over on the ground.
There was only one door in front of Harry; the same door that he had went through just two years before, but he had been with his friends then. Now he was alone. Harry stepped over the Stunned form of Percy Weasley, shook his head in disgust, and opened the door. Harry stepped over the threshold, and into the Death Chamber.
He looked around. Nothing could be seen, no sign that anyone had been there...but then... who was that laying down in front of the veil? Harry walked down the steep stone steps, and when he reached to dais, he saw something that made his heart stop, and his blood run cold.
Hermione was laying down in front of the veil...
"So we meet again, Potter," said a voice that Harry knew only too well. It was a high, cold voice that made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand on end.
Harry turned around, and found himself face to face with his enemy.
"I knew if I took your...wife..." Voldemort grinned evilly, "you would surely come after her, and in doing so, I had hoped to meet up with you, which, of course, I have. Now I will have the great pleasure in killing you."
"YOU MEAN LIKE YOU KILLED HERMIONE?!?" Harry yelled.
"Yes, Potter, like I killed your precious Hermione. And the future child of yours is now dead."
"I don't believe you."
"Ah, then why don't you go over to her, and find out for yourself?"
But Harry didn't turn around; he didn't want to believe it was true. It couldn't be true. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
It was the sound of Voldemort laughing that made him snap his eyes open; Harry took out his wand, raised it, and threw a curse a Voldemort. Voldemort dodged the curse easily, and sent another one at Harry.
"PROTEGO!" Harry had cast the shield charm, and the curse the Voldemort had thrown now bounced back at him. He dodged it.
Voldemort raised his wand again, but Harry ran up the stone steps to the brain room. Where ought he to go next? Before Harry could decide, he heard Voldemort coming up behind him, so he pushed through the door in front of him. It wouldn't open. The footsteps were coming closer. Getting desperate, Harry again pushed open a door at random, and found himself in the Hall of Prophecy.
"You cannot run from me, Potter!" Harry heard Voldemort yell. He burst into the Hall of Prophecy also, and when he saw Harry, he raised his wand. He yelled out a curse, which missed, and Harry ran through yet another door.
They dueled all over the Department of Mysteries, with Voldemort throwing curses at Harry, which either missed Harry because Voldemort was so furious, or because Harry dodged them. The same thing happened whenever Harry threw a curse at Voldemort.
Harry was in the room that had all the ticking clocks in it, the one that sparkled, and he was alone. Panting slightly, he went into the brain room, thinking that he would get Hermione's body and bring it back to Hogwarts. He was at the dais, bending down to pick up Hermione, when he heard Voldemort yell, "CRUCIO!"
Harry tried to dodge it, but failed. The curse hit him, and he was on the ground, screaming in agony. The pain was excruciating. It felt as though the sharpest of sharp knives were piercing every inch of him. The pain worsened, and Harry screamed even louder. He wanted it to end, he wanted out, he wanted to die... and suddenly, the curse was lifted. Harry lay there on the ground a a moment, and then got up, trembling horribly. He faced Voldemort.
"Why haven't you tried to kill me yet?" Harry asked, his voice shaking as much as his trembling self.
"I wanted to play around with you before killing you."
"And why did you want to do that?"
"I have been trying to kill you for so long that I wanted to have a little fun before trying to kill you tonight." Voldemort moved closer to Harry. "I'm going to kill you tonight, Potter. I'm going to kill you like I killed your beloved wife, like I killed that dratted Percy Weasley when he refused to join me.
Harry let out a cold laugh. "You didn't kill Percy. He's here, I stunned him. Or have you forgotten?"
"I did not forget, Potter. I killed Percy Weasley when he refused to join me. It was the summer before your sixth year. I had Wormtail impersonate him by using the Polyjuice potion, and take up a postition at the school of that Muggle-loving fool. Does that satisfy your curiousity, Potter? Do you have any last words, Potter?"
"Yes," said Harry. "Why couldn't you hit me with all those curse a few minutes ago? Has your age finally caught up with you, Tom Riddle?"
Voldemort's face suddenly contorted with rage. He raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and yelled out those two deadly words, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry immediatley transformed into his Phoenix form, and as he did so, he heard a door burst open, but Voldemort didn't notice it. The curse hit Harry. He burst into flame, and fell to the ground, a pile of ashes. Then, as does happen with Phoenixes when they die, a baby Phoenix rose from the ashes. In an instant the baby Phoenix turned back into Harry.
"You'll have to do better than that to kill me, Tom!" shouted Harry. As soon as he had said this, another Killing Curse had been thrown at him. He didn't have enough time to transform back into a Phoenix, and the curse hit him head on.
For a split second, there was silence while Harry stood there, green light emanating from his body. He was not completely alive, yet not completely dead. Voldemort threw another Killing Curse at Harry, and like the last one, it hit him head on. He heard someone scream; it sounded like his mother.
"Harry!" said his mother's voice gently. "Harry, listen to me!"
"Mum?"
"Harry, listen to your mother," said Harry's father's voice.
"Dad?" Harry choked out. He was surround by a brilliant white light. He could hear his parents's voices, but he couldn't see them.
"Harry," said his father. "Now is not your time. You must defeat Voldemort."
"I can't!" Harry said. "He's already killed me!"
"No he hasn't," said his mother. "Not completely. You are still alive, and you can still defeat Voldemort."
"But how?" Harry cried out.
"When you come back to, the green light of the Killing Curses will enter you. Use all your strength and mind power to move that light to your eyes," said his father.
"Why? What will happen?"
"You will find out," said his father. "Good luck, son."
Harry felt tears on his face.
"Good luck, Harry," said his mother.
Harry watched at the white light turned into green light. He watched as the green light entered him. Harry used all his strength to move the light to his eyes, but it wasn't enough...he couldn't do it... He heard his mother's voice, urging him on. The love of his mother filled Harry, until he felt it coursing through his body. The green light reached his eyes. It burst out, straight back at Voldemort. It hit him. Harry watched as the light collided with Voldemort, knocking him to the ground. Voldemort's body disappeared, and from where his body had been, a black mist rose...rose...and was gone.
Harry heard people rushing towards him. Then, without an warning, his scar erupted in an excruciating amount of pain and agony. He clutched at the scar. It was blinding him with pain. He fell to his knees, screaming. The pain grew. He screamed louder. The pain grew even more in intensity, and suddenly Harry knew no more.
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Disclaimer: Have you guess what's supposed to go here? I still have a few monkeys on hand, in case you haven't.
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Harry ran off to the direction of the where the scream had come from, convinced that whatever he found would not be something good; Ginny and Neville ran along behind him.
What Harry found confirmed his worries. There was a patch of ground that looked as though it had been trodden on many times; the grass was reduced to muddy nothingness. Harry could see at least two- no, three- pairs of foot prints. Neville pointed out something lying on the ground, and Harry went over and picked it up. It was a wand. Hermione's wand.
"Voldemort. He's taken her."
Harry was sure of it. Dumbledore had, after all, warned him and Hermione not to go wandering around alone. Why didn't he listen?! He should have gone up to the castle with Hermione, to protect her, to make sure that something like this wouldn't happen!
"Harry?" said Neville shakily.
"We have to go to Dumbledore!" Harry pocketed Hermione's wand, and without waiting for another word, he dashed towards the castle. Ginny and Neville followed.
When Harry reached the door to Dumbledore's office, he didn't wait to knock, but barged right on in. Dumbledore, who had been writing something down, looked up.
"Harry, Ginny, Neville, it was wonderful of you to think of coming here to visit me, but I really must get on with this-" he caught sight of Harry's panic-stricken face. "What's wrong?"
"Hermione! Voldemort's taken her! I think he's taken her to the Department of Mysteries!"
Dumbledore immediately stood up. "To the Department of Mysteries?"
"Yes!"
"I'll go and alert the Order. You three stay here."
"Why can't I come?" said Harry heatedly.
Dumbledore sighed. "I don't want to risk losing you, too."
"SHE'S MY WIFE!" Harry erupted. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? JUST SIT HERE AND DO NOTHING?"
"Harry, I order you to stay here," said Dumbledore sternly. Harry took several calming breaths. "Good," Dumbledore continued. "I must go now. Stay here, all of you." Dumbledore threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace, shout out "12 Grimmauld Place!" and disappeared in a rush of green flames.
As soon as he had gone, Harry, too, went over to where the Floo Powder was kept.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Neville asked.
"Harry, don't go to the Department of Mysteries! Dumbledore said for us to say here!"
Harry ignored Ginny, and threw the Powder into the fireplace. He was about step in himself, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and found himself face-to-face with Ginny.
"Harry, don't go!"
"Why not?" Harry growled.
"Dumbledore said not to!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT DUMBLEDORE SAID!" Harry yelled again. "HERMIONE'S MY WIFE! DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO STAY HERE WHILE SHE'S IN DANGER?!"
"But...Harry..." Ginny hesitated.
"What? WHAT?"
"What if you die?"
Harry was about to shout at her again, but instead he took a few deep, calming breaths and said in a voice that was calm, cold, and full of determination, as if of one who was resigned to his fate, "I'd rather die fighting for what's right, than die alone, having done nothing." He stepped into the fireplace, and was instantly rushing towards the Ministry of Magic.
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When Harry fell out of the fireplace in the Ministry, he found the Atrium empty. He thought this was a bit strange at first, but then remembered that Voldemort, and possibly a few of his Death Eaters, were here. He walked quietly down the hallway, glancing at the Fountain of Magical Brethren, now fully restored to it's former glory that was halfway down the hall. He reached the golden gates, went through these, and stepped into one of the lifts, and pushed the button that had the number nine on it.
The noise of the lift descending rang all over the Ministry, Harry was sure of this. And if that was true, Harry reasoned to himself, that would mean that he had just announced his arrival, and Voldemort's Death Eaters would surely be waiting for him. And waiting for him, they were, but not at the lifts on the ninth floor, no, they were waiting at the door that led into the Department of Mysteries. Then Harry realized that they were guarding it, and keeping a watch out for arrivals.
Harry practically tip-toed down the hall, taking great care not to make a sound, amazed that the two Death Eaters hadn't noticed him. When Harry reached them, he was even more amazed to find that they were asleep.
"I should really mention this to Voldemort when I see him," said Harry to himself. He saw the Death Eaters stir, and Stunned them before they even had the chance to do anything.
Harry opened the door, stepped over the Stunned Death Eaters, and found himself in the same circular room that he had found himself in when he was in his fifth year. But unlike then, he didn't close the door; he didn't want the walls to spin, and to forget which way he came in from.
So he left the door that led into the hallway open, and tried a few of the doors. Nothing he wanted he found, for he was looking for the door that led to the brain room. Finally, after quite a while, Harry was growing quite desperate. He went up to a door at random, turned the knob, and to his great relief, found himself looking in the brain room. He stepped inside, but didn't close the door.
"Hello, Harry," said a voice that made Harry nearly jump out of his skin.
"Who's there?" Harry asked. "Voldemort?"
"Not the Dark Lord," said the voice, "but I." And from the shadows came no one other than...
"Percy?" said Harry incredulously. "You're a...a..."
"Death Eater? Yes, though I prefer the term Dark Lord's most loyal servant."
"I hate to disappoint you, Percy, but the position of Dark Lord's most loyal servant is already filled by Peter Pettigrew."
"You think so, do you?" Percy said conversationally. "Anyhow, I came here to put a stop to you."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Harry spat.
"It means exactly that." Percy raised his wand and threw a curse at Harry, who dodged it, and sent another curse back at Percy, who dodged it. "You think you can get rid of me that easily Potter?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
Percy opened his mouth to say something, and Harry, seeing the lapse in concentration, sent a Stunner at Percy, and it hit him. Percy fell over on the ground.
There was only one door in front of Harry; the same door that he had went through just two years before, but he had been with his friends then. Now he was alone. Harry stepped over the Stunned form of Percy Weasley, shook his head in disgust, and opened the door. Harry stepped over the threshold, and into the Death Chamber.
He looked around. Nothing could be seen, no sign that anyone had been there...but then... who was that laying down in front of the veil? Harry walked down the steep stone steps, and when he reached to dais, he saw something that made his heart stop, and his blood run cold.
Hermione was laying down in front of the veil...
"So we meet again, Potter," said a voice that Harry knew only too well. It was a high, cold voice that made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand on end.
Harry turned around, and found himself face to face with his enemy.
"I knew if I took your...wife..." Voldemort grinned evilly, "you would surely come after her, and in doing so, I had hoped to meet up with you, which, of course, I have. Now I will have the great pleasure in killing you."
"YOU MEAN LIKE YOU KILLED HERMIONE?!?" Harry yelled.
"Yes, Potter, like I killed your precious Hermione. And the future child of yours is now dead."
"I don't believe you."
"Ah, then why don't you go over to her, and find out for yourself?"
But Harry didn't turn around; he didn't want to believe it was true. It couldn't be true. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
It was the sound of Voldemort laughing that made him snap his eyes open; Harry took out his wand, raised it, and threw a curse a Voldemort. Voldemort dodged the curse easily, and sent another one at Harry.
"PROTEGO!" Harry had cast the shield charm, and the curse the Voldemort had thrown now bounced back at him. He dodged it.
Voldemort raised his wand again, but Harry ran up the stone steps to the brain room. Where ought he to go next? Before Harry could decide, he heard Voldemort coming up behind him, so he pushed through the door in front of him. It wouldn't open. The footsteps were coming closer. Getting desperate, Harry again pushed open a door at random, and found himself in the Hall of Prophecy.
"You cannot run from me, Potter!" Harry heard Voldemort yell. He burst into the Hall of Prophecy also, and when he saw Harry, he raised his wand. He yelled out a curse, which missed, and Harry ran through yet another door.
They dueled all over the Department of Mysteries, with Voldemort throwing curses at Harry, which either missed Harry because Voldemort was so furious, or because Harry dodged them. The same thing happened whenever Harry threw a curse at Voldemort.
Harry was in the room that had all the ticking clocks in it, the one that sparkled, and he was alone. Panting slightly, he went into the brain room, thinking that he would get Hermione's body and bring it back to Hogwarts. He was at the dais, bending down to pick up Hermione, when he heard Voldemort yell, "CRUCIO!"
Harry tried to dodge it, but failed. The curse hit him, and he was on the ground, screaming in agony. The pain was excruciating. It felt as though the sharpest of sharp knives were piercing every inch of him. The pain worsened, and Harry screamed even louder. He wanted it to end, he wanted out, he wanted to die... and suddenly, the curse was lifted. Harry lay there on the ground a a moment, and then got up, trembling horribly. He faced Voldemort.
"Why haven't you tried to kill me yet?" Harry asked, his voice shaking as much as his trembling self.
"I wanted to play around with you before killing you."
"And why did you want to do that?"
"I have been trying to kill you for so long that I wanted to have a little fun before trying to kill you tonight." Voldemort moved closer to Harry. "I'm going to kill you tonight, Potter. I'm going to kill you like I killed your beloved wife, like I killed that dratted Percy Weasley when he refused to join me.
Harry let out a cold laugh. "You didn't kill Percy. He's here, I stunned him. Or have you forgotten?"
"I did not forget, Potter. I killed Percy Weasley when he refused to join me. It was the summer before your sixth year. I had Wormtail impersonate him by using the Polyjuice potion, and take up a postition at the school of that Muggle-loving fool. Does that satisfy your curiousity, Potter? Do you have any last words, Potter?"
"Yes," said Harry. "Why couldn't you hit me with all those curse a few minutes ago? Has your age finally caught up with you, Tom Riddle?"
Voldemort's face suddenly contorted with rage. He raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and yelled out those two deadly words, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry immediatley transformed into his Phoenix form, and as he did so, he heard a door burst open, but Voldemort didn't notice it. The curse hit Harry. He burst into flame, and fell to the ground, a pile of ashes. Then, as does happen with Phoenixes when they die, a baby Phoenix rose from the ashes. In an instant the baby Phoenix turned back into Harry.
"You'll have to do better than that to kill me, Tom!" shouted Harry. As soon as he had said this, another Killing Curse had been thrown at him. He didn't have enough time to transform back into a Phoenix, and the curse hit him head on.
For a split second, there was silence while Harry stood there, green light emanating from his body. He was not completely alive, yet not completely dead. Voldemort threw another Killing Curse at Harry, and like the last one, it hit him head on. He heard someone scream; it sounded like his mother.
"Harry!" said his mother's voice gently. "Harry, listen to me!"
"Mum?"
"Harry, listen to your mother," said Harry's father's voice.
"Dad?" Harry choked out. He was surround by a brilliant white light. He could hear his parents's voices, but he couldn't see them.
"Harry," said his father. "Now is not your time. You must defeat Voldemort."
"I can't!" Harry said. "He's already killed me!"
"No he hasn't," said his mother. "Not completely. You are still alive, and you can still defeat Voldemort."
"But how?" Harry cried out.
"When you come back to, the green light of the Killing Curses will enter you. Use all your strength and mind power to move that light to your eyes," said his father.
"Why? What will happen?"
"You will find out," said his father. "Good luck, son."
Harry felt tears on his face.
"Good luck, Harry," said his mother.
Harry watched at the white light turned into green light. He watched as the green light entered him. Harry used all his strength to move the light to his eyes, but it wasn't enough...he couldn't do it... He heard his mother's voice, urging him on. The love of his mother filled Harry, until he felt it coursing through his body. The green light reached his eyes. It burst out, straight back at Voldemort. It hit him. Harry watched as the light collided with Voldemort, knocking him to the ground. Voldemort's body disappeared, and from where his body had been, a black mist rose...rose...and was gone.
Harry heard people rushing towards him. Then, without an warning, his scar erupted in an excruciating amount of pain and agony. He clutched at the scar. It was blinding him with pain. He fell to his knees, screaming. The pain grew. He screamed louder. The pain grew even more in intensity, and suddenly Harry knew no more.
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