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Sorry guys for the long time between updates, I got preoccupied with stuff, but here you go.
Chapter Thirteen: Sev and Minerva
By Darkness-Nightfall
Harry's eyes opened slowly, revealing blurrily the scene before him. Carefully, he surveyed the area of damages around him. Two large holes in the floor smoldered around him.
Harry felt stronger then he had before, despite being knocked coconscious. He stood up, narrowly missing another wand less magic attack from Dumbledore that went astray.
Lines were creased along the old mans face and his attacks were becoming less powerful and going off target.
Voldemort sniggered as yet another attack missed him.
"You old bag, looks like you can't even hold your own!" He sneered, dodging the weak attacks.
"You may be right Tom, but I won't be the one to defeat you, it will be Harry." Both men turned to face the boy, who had slinked away.
Instantly, at the sound of his name, he turned, wand in hand, pointing it at the old man.
"You. You just assume I'm going to save the whole god damn world, don't you? Old fool, why would I? You don't know what it's like to put up with taunts all your life and of all things, you expect me to save those people? I think not old man, I think not." Harry spoke coldly, leering at the old man.
Carefully, he lowered his wand and walked off. Voldemort laughed hysterically.
"Whose going to save you now Dumbledore?" He said, between his laughs. Dumbledore's brows furrowed, he wasn't ready for that kind of hatred from Harry.
Harry turned on his heel; sick of this man who thought he knew nothing. He conjured up his own wand less magic, which was forming a dark grey colour. It swirled in his hands, and if he had not been so intent on getting rid of Dumbledore, he might have stopped to marvel at its beauty.
"Sentriova!" Yelled Harry, his ball of grey light weaving it's way towards Dumbledore. Voldemort had also cast another ball of darkness, but his had been cast after Harry's, though it was faster, and the two balls propelled themselves across the room.
Both hit Dumbledore at the same time. They seemed to tear the old mans body in half, but he did not scream. His body writhed around for a few seconds, and the man seemed to be engulfed in darkness. Soon after, he fell in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Voldemort looked at Harry, surprised.
"Well, Harry, that was some great work." He said, patting the boy on the back affectionately. Harry felt a feeling on satisfaction, he felt glowing, proud.
"Dumbledore! Oh gosh!" Footsteps could be heard, soon followed by the form of Professor McGonogal, and Professor Snape.
Snape came running with his hand over his arm, obviously trying to stop the pain of the dark mark. Both stopped at the side of Dumbledore, Minerva falling to her knees and extracting her wand from her robes.
Snape stood, looking for the culprits. His eyes fell onto Harry, who stood, his face showing no emotion. Snape stepped toward him, his feet echoing on the cold stone floor.
He stood in front of Harry. The boy looked up, glaring back at the man who stood before him. Snape, on the other hand, grabbed the boys neck in his open hand and brought his face close to his. "You Potter. You don't understand how long I've wanted to do this for. You despicable attention seeking runt of a creature!" He spat, cold eyes burning holes into Harry's soul.
"Whatever you say Snape" Harry spat back, prying the professor's fingers off his neck. Harry soon had Snape at wand point and backed against the wall.
Minerva looked up from Dumbledore's lifeless body. She had tears in her eyes; they glistened when she raised her head.
"How about I say the magic words aye Snapey?" Harry taunted the professor, who had turned a more pale shade of white (if it were possible)
"You don't faze me Potter." Said Snape, glaring at Harry's wand.
"P-please Harry." Choked Minerva, tears spilling down her face. Harry's face softened for a few seconds, before regaining it's usual emotionless self.
"Shut up." He said quietly, trying to ignore the woman's voice. Snape finally shoved Harry away and walked swiftly over to Dumbledore, who was starting to stir.
Voldemort came out of the shadows, his eyes glowing red again. Minerva saw him first and gasped, shrinking back.
Snape was rolling around on the ground, clutching his arm in pain.
"Ahh Severus, you have always been a coward towards pain." Sneered Voldemort.
"Crucio" Came the call from Voldemort (who would summon the curse without using his wand), and Snape was twitching, his body wreathing around. He couldn't scream, his body wouldn't allow it.
"Illitherus!" Screamed Minerva from the other side of the room, directing her wand at Voldemort, who in turn, fell to the ground.
Stupefy!" Called Harry, catching Minerva off guard. Snape muttered a quick "Enervate" and she recovered.
With all the fighting going on, no one had noticed Dumbledore, who was conjuring his wand less magic.
"LIGHTERUS SPELLUS!" Came a voice, which echoed around the whole room. Harry and Voldemort saw the ball of fire, but it was too late.
Both fell to the ground, their robes singed and their bodies lifeless.
"Stupefy" Muttered Minerva, who directed her wand at Harry. Severus did the same, at Voldemort.
The two were taken to the hospital wing, where a death stricken Madame Pomfrey was waiting, milling around the room.
"Keep a close eye on them and make sure they are okay," Said Minerva, and headed back down to Dumbledore.
Sorry guys for the long time between updates, I got preoccupied with stuff, but here you go.
Chapter Thirteen: Sev and Minerva
By Darkness-Nightfall
Harry's eyes opened slowly, revealing blurrily the scene before him. Carefully, he surveyed the area of damages around him. Two large holes in the floor smoldered around him.
Harry felt stronger then he had before, despite being knocked coconscious. He stood up, narrowly missing another wand less magic attack from Dumbledore that went astray.
Lines were creased along the old mans face and his attacks were becoming less powerful and going off target.
Voldemort sniggered as yet another attack missed him.
"You old bag, looks like you can't even hold your own!" He sneered, dodging the weak attacks.
"You may be right Tom, but I won't be the one to defeat you, it will be Harry." Both men turned to face the boy, who had slinked away.
Instantly, at the sound of his name, he turned, wand in hand, pointing it at the old man.
"You. You just assume I'm going to save the whole god damn world, don't you? Old fool, why would I? You don't know what it's like to put up with taunts all your life and of all things, you expect me to save those people? I think not old man, I think not." Harry spoke coldly, leering at the old man.
Carefully, he lowered his wand and walked off. Voldemort laughed hysterically.
"Whose going to save you now Dumbledore?" He said, between his laughs. Dumbledore's brows furrowed, he wasn't ready for that kind of hatred from Harry.
Harry turned on his heel; sick of this man who thought he knew nothing. He conjured up his own wand less magic, which was forming a dark grey colour. It swirled in his hands, and if he had not been so intent on getting rid of Dumbledore, he might have stopped to marvel at its beauty.
"Sentriova!" Yelled Harry, his ball of grey light weaving it's way towards Dumbledore. Voldemort had also cast another ball of darkness, but his had been cast after Harry's, though it was faster, and the two balls propelled themselves across the room.
Both hit Dumbledore at the same time. They seemed to tear the old mans body in half, but he did not scream. His body writhed around for a few seconds, and the man seemed to be engulfed in darkness. Soon after, he fell in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Voldemort looked at Harry, surprised.
"Well, Harry, that was some great work." He said, patting the boy on the back affectionately. Harry felt a feeling on satisfaction, he felt glowing, proud.
"Dumbledore! Oh gosh!" Footsteps could be heard, soon followed by the form of Professor McGonogal, and Professor Snape.
Snape came running with his hand over his arm, obviously trying to stop the pain of the dark mark. Both stopped at the side of Dumbledore, Minerva falling to her knees and extracting her wand from her robes.
Snape stood, looking for the culprits. His eyes fell onto Harry, who stood, his face showing no emotion. Snape stepped toward him, his feet echoing on the cold stone floor.
He stood in front of Harry. The boy looked up, glaring back at the man who stood before him. Snape, on the other hand, grabbed the boys neck in his open hand and brought his face close to his. "You Potter. You don't understand how long I've wanted to do this for. You despicable attention seeking runt of a creature!" He spat, cold eyes burning holes into Harry's soul.
"Whatever you say Snape" Harry spat back, prying the professor's fingers off his neck. Harry soon had Snape at wand point and backed against the wall.
Minerva looked up from Dumbledore's lifeless body. She had tears in her eyes; they glistened when she raised her head.
"How about I say the magic words aye Snapey?" Harry taunted the professor, who had turned a more pale shade of white (if it were possible)
"You don't faze me Potter." Said Snape, glaring at Harry's wand.
"P-please Harry." Choked Minerva, tears spilling down her face. Harry's face softened for a few seconds, before regaining it's usual emotionless self.
"Shut up." He said quietly, trying to ignore the woman's voice. Snape finally shoved Harry away and walked swiftly over to Dumbledore, who was starting to stir.
Voldemort came out of the shadows, his eyes glowing red again. Minerva saw him first and gasped, shrinking back.
Snape was rolling around on the ground, clutching his arm in pain.
"Ahh Severus, you have always been a coward towards pain." Sneered Voldemort.
"Crucio" Came the call from Voldemort (who would summon the curse without using his wand), and Snape was twitching, his body wreathing around. He couldn't scream, his body wouldn't allow it.
"Illitherus!" Screamed Minerva from the other side of the room, directing her wand at Voldemort, who in turn, fell to the ground.
Stupefy!" Called Harry, catching Minerva off guard. Snape muttered a quick "Enervate" and she recovered.
With all the fighting going on, no one had noticed Dumbledore, who was conjuring his wand less magic.
"LIGHTERUS SPELLUS!" Came a voice, which echoed around the whole room. Harry and Voldemort saw the ball of fire, but it was too late.
Both fell to the ground, their robes singed and their bodies lifeless.
"Stupefy" Muttered Minerva, who directed her wand at Harry. Severus did the same, at Voldemort.
The two were taken to the hospital wing, where a death stricken Madame Pomfrey was waiting, milling around the room.
"Keep a close eye on them and make sure they are okay," Said Minerva, and headed back down to Dumbledore.