Chapter 12
By Nicole Snape
There was only one way to describe what was currently happening.
It was sheer chaos.
The guests were unprepared. The previously crying women let out shrieks of terror and the men, who held hatred in their eyes for the happy couple, pulled their wands and began fighting the incoming Death Eaters. Albus was putting wards up and taking out as many Death Eaters as he could. Harry, after stunning Lucius, was unmoving. Severus, ever prepared for anything, began hexing his former Death Eaters and friends. Then suddenly, Voldemort appeared in front of Harry and Severus.
Harry pulled his wand and faced Voldemort. "This is between you and me, and no one else. I'm going to keep it that way."
"Harry!" Severus roared.
Harry then erected a shield, blocking everyone else out, except for Voldemort and himself. They had their dueling area, and only one would come out in the end.
"Fine, have it your way Potter. It will be easier for me to kill you if Dumbledore can't help you."
And that is how the duel started.
"Albus, you need to break Harry's shield. NOW!"
"I can't it's too strong even for my magical abilities."
"We need to help Harry!!"
"We CAN'T unless he removes the shield. This is his battle."
"That's where your wrong, Albus! This is both our battle!"
Harry was getting tired fast. Curse after curse after curse was fired, but he was getting weaker. He blocked, hexed, shielded, and cursed until there was almost nothing left of his magic. He was draining himself he could feel it. He wasn't going to make it out alive. It was over for him, his husband, his friends, and the wizarding world. He had failed. He had failed them all.
"Tired, Potter? Are you ready to give up?
"Never!"
"Have you ever heard the saying 'Never say never'?"
"He isn't going to make it" Snape muttered to himself. "His magic is drained. I can feel it." Severus froze. "I can feel it. I can feel him. If I can feel him, then he can feel me. If he can feel me, then I can transfer my magic to him."
'This is it,' Harry thought as he fired the last spell that his strength would allow.
"AVADA KEDVRA"
'It really sucks being dead if it is this noisy,' Harry thought.
"Harry? Harry, come on it's time to wake up."
'Dumbledore? Did he die, too?' Harry wondered.
"Harry, its time to get up," Dumbledore told him.
Harry groaned.
"I am dead, right?" Harry asked Dumbledore.
"No Harry, I'm happy to say."
"How did I live?"
"I'm not sure, but I think Severus transferred his magic to you somehow. Because of it you defeated Voldemort."
"Where is he? I need to see him!"
"Harry, Severus isn't well. He almost drained himself completely. Poppy did the best she could but were waiting. He might not make it this time."
"NO! You're lying. He's okay. Sev wouldn't leave me like this. Where is he?" Harry cried, getting hysterical.
"Harry calm d–"
"NO! Sev loves me. He won't leave—"
"Harry, he most likely will die!"
"I'll give him my magic!"
"You only have enough keeping you alive, Harry"
"No! Nonononononononononono. You're lying."
"Harry—"
"STOP LYING!"
"Harry he's going to die. There is nothing you can do."
"Tell me that there is a possibility that he will make it!"
"Harry, there is a slight possibility that he will make it, but it is very unlikely."
"Can I see him?"
"Harry, you're emotionally out of control. You need to lay back down and rest. Maybe later you can see Severus."
Dumbledore handed him a calming drought and a sleeping potion.
"Drink them Harry. They will help."
Harry took the potions. His last thought before falling into a deep slumber was that 'Severus was a strong man. He would make it out alive. Right?'