Chapter 13: The Battle for Sister, Friend, and Daughter

A/N: Like a previous chapter, I can't write Harry's battles with Voldemort very well, just like I can't write the goings on of Quidditch very well. So, forgive me, and bear with me on this chapter, I'm sorry if it's bad. Use your marvelous imaginations I know you all have.

The four entered the Forbidden Forest, father and son leading the way. They came to the clearing that was in Harry and Blake's dreams, and looked around. They saw nothing and heard nothing. Unexpectedly, a blood- curdling scream filled the dense air. Everyone's face paled instantly. Blake muttered,

"Oh my God." They heard a voice say,

"Well, Mr. Potter, we meet again."

"Give Lily back."

"You want her, you'll have to fight for her. And I see you've brought along some friends to help. Even then, you're still outnumbered." Voldemort came out of the shadows, his Death Eaters behind him, wands out, ready to cast a spell. Voldemort spotted Hermione, and said, with that evil smile on his face,

"Blake, if I were to kill Miss Ganger here, would I kill two more along with her?" Blake refused to answer, but he knew that Voldemort was right. Both Harry and Hermione didn't know what Voldemort was talking about, though Blake and Ron did. Voldemort said,

"I knew you'd come after your daughter, Harry. Your nobleness is too predictable, you'd do anything for family, or people like family."

"My daughter? I don't have a daughter." Voldemort looked at Blake and said,

"You haven't informed him of the future, Mr....Potter?" Harry said,

"What the hell is going on here?"

"I'll explain later..."

"No! Explain now!" Blake sighed and said,

"We're from the future. Our names are Lily and Blake Potter. We're your children. The ones that Hermione is carrying right now." Harry, refusing to believe it, said to Voldemort,

"What kind of Dark Magic are you trying to pull?"

"I'm not doing anything, Potter, this is of their own doing. Though the reason why you're here now is all their fault."

"It's a trap. You led us into a trap! How could you be from the future?"

"No, it's not a trap, Harry, trust me..." But it was the wrong thing to say. Harry yelled,

"WHY SHOULD I TRUST SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN LYING TO ME FOR THE PAST MONTH!!" Hermione said,

"Harry shut up! This isn't the time nor the place to get the answers, get them later!!"

"Harry, he's telling the truth! They told me the whole story!" Ron said.

"How do you know they're telling the truth? It could be just a cover-up that they really Death Eaters!" Voldemort laughed and said,

"Believe me, Potter, I would rather die than accept Potters as Death Eaters." Harry thought quickly, realizing it did make sense, because the names he and Hermione had chosen for their first boy and girl were exactly the same as Lily and Blake's. He knew that Hermione was right, that now was not the time for questions. Now was the time to rescue his daughter. He said,

"What do I have to do for you to let Lily go?" Voldemort laughed and said,

"Who said anything about letting her go?" He snapped his fingers, telling one of his Death Eaters to bring Lily. Coming kicking and struggling to get free, Lily was brought to the clearing. She couldn't speak for a silencing charm had been placed on her. Harry said,

"Let them all go, you don't need them, I'm the one you want." Voldemort shook his head and said,

"Ah, no, see, you're children, are of Potter blood. I want the line gone. It has caused me nothing but stress over the years. I want the Potter line broken so as not to have wizards who are capable of bringing an end to Dark Arts. But now, down to business. I think it's time to continue our duel from two years ago, Potter." Harry knew that the same thing would happen like last time: Priori Incantatem. Voldemort, as though reading Harry's thoughts, said,

"I've thought of that, Potter. And it will bring some satisfaction for you to die from a spell cast from your daughter's wand." He shouted,

"Avada Kedavra!" Before the spell shot through Lily's wand, Blake, remembering the story his father told him about his fourth year, jumped forward and shouted the same spell his father had used,

"Expelliarmus!" Priori Incantatem occurred again. The spells met and rays of golden light shot out, forming a dome of golden light. Blake's wand felt like it was on fire in his hands, he longed to release it, to relieve the pain of gripping it, but knew he couldn't. His face screwed up in agony, he was pretty sure Harry didn't feel pain to this extreme when Priori Incantatem happened to him. He didn't see it, but at the time, while Blake was dueling with the Dark Lord, Hermione was casting a spell on a rock to make it turn to a Portkey that would return them to Dumbledore's office. Harry was formulating a plan and when he had figured one out, he said to his son,

"Break it!" Blake broke the connection and ran towards his mother, who was motioning to him. Harry shouted,

"Accio Lily!" Lily was pulled toward him and Ron caught her. Then Harry pointed at Voldemort and shouted,

"Accio wand!" Lily's wand shot out of Voldemort's hands and into Harry's. He grabbed Hermione's hand, who had a hold of the Portkey, and the other three joined hands or touched the Portkey. As soon as they all touched it, they felt the familiar tug behind their navels and were transported to Dumbledore's office.

A/N: I know, it's not that original, but I was having a huge writer's block with this chapter. I hope you like it, and please review.

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