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Chapter Twelve: Animagi By Darkness-Nightfall
A/N: This is a short chapter, but it has a fair bit of significance to it.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Snapped Harry, glaring as evilly as he could at the headmaster.
'Harry, what is going on here." Demanded Dumbledore.
"I'm not telling you anything, you don't have control over my life, you old crackpot." Seethed Harry, who was getting a fair amount of enjoyment out of this conversation.
'I might not have control over you, but I have an obligation to keep this school safe, and the students inside it are my responsibility." He answered firmly, taking his wand out.
The old docile man was actually pretty fast at wand work, as Harry soon realized. 'It's not as though he hasn't had enough time to practice in his old age' Thought Harry bitterly, trying to fend off the assault of minor curses that were being flung toward him by Dumbledore.
A hissing noise behind Harry soon became too annoying to ignore. Placing a shield around him, he turned to see a green and white snake slithering in. Smiling, Harry moved backwards to give it room to move. It slithered, hissing all the while, and stopped near Harry.
The snake slowly changed from snake to a human, but the eyes and snake tongue did not change.
"Ah, good evening Dumbledore" Said Voldemort, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Dumbledore.(A/N: I don't know if Voldemort is an animagi, I just put it in for good emasure)
"Good Evening Tom. A long time with no talk, you were dearly missed." Spoke Dumbledore, slowly and clearly.
"I sssuppose sssso. Enough with the ssssmall talk, on with the gamessss." Voldemort hissed, pushing Harry out of the way slightly and standing squarely, as if sizing up Dumbledore, trying to fault him. When none came, he became agitated.
"Reductor!" Yelled Voldemort, shooting the ebony black ray of light out of his wand. Dumbledore moved just in time, as the ray of light blew a hole in the wall, demolishing all in its path.
"Not fast enough, Tom." Called Dumbledore, before muttering 'Diffindo', under his breath, watching Voldemort's wand break in two. Glancing up, Harry noticed the anger that showed in the bright red slits of eyes that Voldemort possessed.
Voldemort seemed to by rubbing his hands together. But, after only a few seconds, a ball of darkness hovered in his hands, waiting to be unleashed. The ball got bigger, and was the size of a bludger and still going. Finally, when it was too big for his hands to keep it in a circular shape, he released it.
The magic flew straight at Dumbledore, who had a split second to conjure up a quick shield spell, which deflected most of the magic back. The other bits flung themselves around the room, ricocheting around the room, bouncing off the chairs, tables and sinks that occupied the room.
"Dear old man, I would have expected more from someone who has such a reputation" Spat Voldemort.
"Oh Tom, more will come. I'm just warming up. Don't you worry about that." He added, smiling to himself. For once, his eyes drifted to the left of Voldemort, where Harry sat with a scowl on his face. Harry noticed and looked up, in time to see his eyes dart swiftly back to the duel at hand.
For once, Harry wished he could put the old fool out of his misery. Just kill him there and then.
Dumbledore had started conjuring some of his own wand less magic. Unlike Voldemort's though, his was a pale yellow and resembled a miniature sun.
Voldemort's mouth twisted into a smirk at the sight of Dumbledore's bit of magic.
"You old fool, you can't even conjure some proper magic up," he jeered, laughing hysterically at the old man.
Dumbledore was not fazed. His magic grew large, still contained in his hands. His silvery beard shone in the light, illuminating his eyes.
And with a sudden amount of force, he thrust it forward. It flew, whizzing along so fast that Harry didn't see what had happened until it hit him. And take that sentence quite literally, because it DID hit him, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Dumbledore made no attempt to help the boy; instead he utterly ignored the fact that it missed its target.
Voldemort laughed at this, he laughed so hard that he was grabbing his sides; oblivious to the fact that Dumbledore's magic was already beginning conjured between the barriers of his hands.
"Lighterus Spellus!" boomed Dumbledore, the giant ball of light(or fire, Voldemort couldn't be sure which) Flew toward him once again, this time though, he was not prepared.
He moved, but not quick enough it seems. The edge of his robes was singed and his arm was badly bleeding.
"How dare you draw the blood of the heir to Slytherin!" Yelled Voldemort, screaming with pain as the gash on his arm bled down onto the ground. Half his arm was almost hanging off and he turned back to Dumbledore, with a look of hatred on his face.
"You will pay for this Dumbledore" He said bitterly, preparing his next assult on the old man.
Chapter Twelve: Animagi By Darkness-Nightfall
A/N: This is a short chapter, but it has a fair bit of significance to it.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Snapped Harry, glaring as evilly as he could at the headmaster.
'Harry, what is going on here." Demanded Dumbledore.
"I'm not telling you anything, you don't have control over my life, you old crackpot." Seethed Harry, who was getting a fair amount of enjoyment out of this conversation.
'I might not have control over you, but I have an obligation to keep this school safe, and the students inside it are my responsibility." He answered firmly, taking his wand out.
The old docile man was actually pretty fast at wand work, as Harry soon realized. 'It's not as though he hasn't had enough time to practice in his old age' Thought Harry bitterly, trying to fend off the assault of minor curses that were being flung toward him by Dumbledore.
A hissing noise behind Harry soon became too annoying to ignore. Placing a shield around him, he turned to see a green and white snake slithering in. Smiling, Harry moved backwards to give it room to move. It slithered, hissing all the while, and stopped near Harry.
The snake slowly changed from snake to a human, but the eyes and snake tongue did not change.
"Ah, good evening Dumbledore" Said Voldemort, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Dumbledore.(A/N: I don't know if Voldemort is an animagi, I just put it in for good emasure)
"Good Evening Tom. A long time with no talk, you were dearly missed." Spoke Dumbledore, slowly and clearly.
"I sssuppose sssso. Enough with the ssssmall talk, on with the gamessss." Voldemort hissed, pushing Harry out of the way slightly and standing squarely, as if sizing up Dumbledore, trying to fault him. When none came, he became agitated.
"Reductor!" Yelled Voldemort, shooting the ebony black ray of light out of his wand. Dumbledore moved just in time, as the ray of light blew a hole in the wall, demolishing all in its path.
"Not fast enough, Tom." Called Dumbledore, before muttering 'Diffindo', under his breath, watching Voldemort's wand break in two. Glancing up, Harry noticed the anger that showed in the bright red slits of eyes that Voldemort possessed.
Voldemort seemed to by rubbing his hands together. But, after only a few seconds, a ball of darkness hovered in his hands, waiting to be unleashed. The ball got bigger, and was the size of a bludger and still going. Finally, when it was too big for his hands to keep it in a circular shape, he released it.
The magic flew straight at Dumbledore, who had a split second to conjure up a quick shield spell, which deflected most of the magic back. The other bits flung themselves around the room, ricocheting around the room, bouncing off the chairs, tables and sinks that occupied the room.
"Dear old man, I would have expected more from someone who has such a reputation" Spat Voldemort.
"Oh Tom, more will come. I'm just warming up. Don't you worry about that." He added, smiling to himself. For once, his eyes drifted to the left of Voldemort, where Harry sat with a scowl on his face. Harry noticed and looked up, in time to see his eyes dart swiftly back to the duel at hand.
For once, Harry wished he could put the old fool out of his misery. Just kill him there and then.
Dumbledore had started conjuring some of his own wand less magic. Unlike Voldemort's though, his was a pale yellow and resembled a miniature sun.
Voldemort's mouth twisted into a smirk at the sight of Dumbledore's bit of magic.
"You old fool, you can't even conjure some proper magic up," he jeered, laughing hysterically at the old man.
Dumbledore was not fazed. His magic grew large, still contained in his hands. His silvery beard shone in the light, illuminating his eyes.
And with a sudden amount of force, he thrust it forward. It flew, whizzing along so fast that Harry didn't see what had happened until it hit him. And take that sentence quite literally, because it DID hit him, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Dumbledore made no attempt to help the boy; instead he utterly ignored the fact that it missed its target.
Voldemort laughed at this, he laughed so hard that he was grabbing his sides; oblivious to the fact that Dumbledore's magic was already beginning conjured between the barriers of his hands.
"Lighterus Spellus!" boomed Dumbledore, the giant ball of light(or fire, Voldemort couldn't be sure which) Flew toward him once again, this time though, he was not prepared.
He moved, but not quick enough it seems. The edge of his robes was singed and his arm was badly bleeding.
"How dare you draw the blood of the heir to Slytherin!" Yelled Voldemort, screaming with pain as the gash on his arm bled down onto the ground. Half his arm was almost hanging off and he turned back to Dumbledore, with a look of hatred on his face.
"You will pay for this Dumbledore" He said bitterly, preparing his next assult on the old man.