Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rolling. All other's, belong to me.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, fed and refreshed from the knight's sleep they received though the situation be parlous. Their fears heightened once more by the Daily Prophet's words, read over breakfast:
"The Dark Lord said to be headed strait for London. Muggle officials are told that there is a man with nuclear weapons and is to be avoided at all cost. Aurors everywhere are unable to stop him. To all in his path, run for your life!"
The picture shown on the paper was of three death eaters blasting their way behind what looked like Voldemort on a life-size overdose of steroids shooting killing curses like they were nothing. Professor Dumbledore then went to them and told them the time had come to go to the Astronomy Tower.
The three rushed up to the roof top floor, taking out the key and noticing it magnetically being pulled in a south direction to a small door just bigger than a foot in diameter.
"You have to be kidding," Ron said as Harry inserted the key in to the keyhole.
The door clicked open the with a screeching sound the door widened and became taller, insomuch that it was twenty times the size before.
"Well at least that part works," Hermione, said relived slightly.
They entered it and found themselves inside a room about a football field in diameter, as they saw the room was a sphere and one could float in the air there. In the very center, in the air, was a bowl, markings on the side indicated that this was their bowl, and on it a knife with the same symbols.
"That must be it," Harry said, floating toward the bowl.
Even as he and the rest became a few yards away the room became distorted and for a few seconds it seemed that the room itself were alive.
"Hurry! I don't know where we are but I don't like it," Hermione yelled as she and the other's reached the bowl.
"Now let's make the blood sacrifice," Harry said, "I'm not sure what this might do, but we have to try."
With that they sliced their hands with the dagger, cutting from just below the base of the index finger to right above the lower right of the palm, mixing the blood in the bowl and waiting.
As they watched they saw that an opening had began to open in the ceiling letting a little light in, which landed its beam on the bowl. The blood in the bowl began to boil instantly.
"What the!" Ron exclaimed even as the blood began to change colors, first to blue, then to green, and then to red again. After which it spit in three and shot back at the owners. It seemed to penetrate their bodies, and they were knocked unconscious.
When they regained consciousness they found themselves outside, not anywhere near Hogwarts.
"This looks like London," Harry said to the other two.
"Yes it would seem so," an evil voice said from behind Harry, "And you have arrived just in time, Potter"
"Voldemort!" Harry said turning to him, surprised that his scar didn't hurt, as he was so close to the Dark Lord.
"Well let's see, I believe that this time is your death," Voldemort said and with out Harry being able to saw a word he cast the killing curse, which flew toward him and seemed to vanish in thin air.
"What!" Harry was surprised too, "That's it."
Voldemort then tried to cast the spell on all of them but all vanished, or seemed to, for unnoticed by anyone was the fact that their was many of the killing curse jumping out of victims reviving them and seeming to "vanish".
"What's happening!" Voldemort said in astonishment.
The curses seemed to reappear circling Harry, Hermione, and Ron, their faces in a look of surprise as well. As all were transfixed to the circling spells, there was a shrieking sound and the spells blasted forward at all the death eaters, killing them instantly, before coming together and hitting the Dark Lord with enough force to knock him clear across into the wall about eighty yards away, his body seemed to be engulfed in green light that soon was evanescence.
"What the hell!" Voldemort said as he rose, rather wearily. He them came back wand raised, ready to kill them all, except for the fact that it seemed that his wand didn't recognize him as a wizard, for it did not cast a spell.
The air was silent for a while as Harry and the others, as well as all that were resurrected, were in amazement. Voldemort stood there stunned by his lack of ability to cast spells. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the reality hit them, Voldemort was defeated. Left powerless, he was merely a squib by force. Or half squib seeing he was a half blood before.
The Ministry soon had a clean up crew come to mind-wipe Tom Riddle, and take him to Azkaban Prison, even though his powers were nonexistent. Harry, Ron, and Hermione then made the trip back to Hogwarts as the year had not ended, and as they walked they though, they would never have to worry about Voldemort again. And that is the very though that the whole wizarding world thought, as the evil in the world was now vanquished, and all were safe.
The End.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, fed and refreshed from the knight's sleep they received though the situation be parlous. Their fears heightened once more by the Daily Prophet's words, read over breakfast:
"The Dark Lord said to be headed strait for London. Muggle officials are told that there is a man with nuclear weapons and is to be avoided at all cost. Aurors everywhere are unable to stop him. To all in his path, run for your life!"
The picture shown on the paper was of three death eaters blasting their way behind what looked like Voldemort on a life-size overdose of steroids shooting killing curses like they were nothing. Professor Dumbledore then went to them and told them the time had come to go to the Astronomy Tower.
The three rushed up to the roof top floor, taking out the key and noticing it magnetically being pulled in a south direction to a small door just bigger than a foot in diameter.
"You have to be kidding," Ron said as Harry inserted the key in to the keyhole.
The door clicked open the with a screeching sound the door widened and became taller, insomuch that it was twenty times the size before.
"Well at least that part works," Hermione, said relived slightly.
They entered it and found themselves inside a room about a football field in diameter, as they saw the room was a sphere and one could float in the air there. In the very center, in the air, was a bowl, markings on the side indicated that this was their bowl, and on it a knife with the same symbols.
"That must be it," Harry said, floating toward the bowl.
Even as he and the rest became a few yards away the room became distorted and for a few seconds it seemed that the room itself were alive.
"Hurry! I don't know where we are but I don't like it," Hermione yelled as she and the other's reached the bowl.
"Now let's make the blood sacrifice," Harry said, "I'm not sure what this might do, but we have to try."
With that they sliced their hands with the dagger, cutting from just below the base of the index finger to right above the lower right of the palm, mixing the blood in the bowl and waiting.
As they watched they saw that an opening had began to open in the ceiling letting a little light in, which landed its beam on the bowl. The blood in the bowl began to boil instantly.
"What the!" Ron exclaimed even as the blood began to change colors, first to blue, then to green, and then to red again. After which it spit in three and shot back at the owners. It seemed to penetrate their bodies, and they were knocked unconscious.
When they regained consciousness they found themselves outside, not anywhere near Hogwarts.
"This looks like London," Harry said to the other two.
"Yes it would seem so," an evil voice said from behind Harry, "And you have arrived just in time, Potter"
"Voldemort!" Harry said turning to him, surprised that his scar didn't hurt, as he was so close to the Dark Lord.
"Well let's see, I believe that this time is your death," Voldemort said and with out Harry being able to saw a word he cast the killing curse, which flew toward him and seemed to vanish in thin air.
"What!" Harry was surprised too, "That's it."
Voldemort then tried to cast the spell on all of them but all vanished, or seemed to, for unnoticed by anyone was the fact that their was many of the killing curse jumping out of victims reviving them and seeming to "vanish".
"What's happening!" Voldemort said in astonishment.
The curses seemed to reappear circling Harry, Hermione, and Ron, their faces in a look of surprise as well. As all were transfixed to the circling spells, there was a shrieking sound and the spells blasted forward at all the death eaters, killing them instantly, before coming together and hitting the Dark Lord with enough force to knock him clear across into the wall about eighty yards away, his body seemed to be engulfed in green light that soon was evanescence.
"What the hell!" Voldemort said as he rose, rather wearily. He them came back wand raised, ready to kill them all, except for the fact that it seemed that his wand didn't recognize him as a wizard, for it did not cast a spell.
The air was silent for a while as Harry and the others, as well as all that were resurrected, were in amazement. Voldemort stood there stunned by his lack of ability to cast spells. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as the reality hit them, Voldemort was defeated. Left powerless, he was merely a squib by force. Or half squib seeing he was a half blood before.
The Ministry soon had a clean up crew come to mind-wipe Tom Riddle, and take him to Azkaban Prison, even though his powers were nonexistent. Harry, Ron, and Hermione then made the trip back to Hogwarts as the year had not ended, and as they walked they though, they would never have to worry about Voldemort again. And that is the very though that the whole wizarding world thought, as the evil in the world was now vanquished, and all were safe.
The End.