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When he got to the entrance to Dumbledore's office, he realized that he didn't know the password. He really needed to talk to him. He ran down the corridors to search for a teacher to inform, but there seemed to be no one around. He was getting frantic, when finally on the third floor he found McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall!" he yelled after her.
She turned around quickly. "Mr. Potter, what on earth are you doing out of bed?" she said rather shrilly.
"Professor I had another vision, I need to talk to Dumbledore! Now!" Harry told her, a bit out of breath from running through the halls.
She looked at him for a moment and then said very seriously, "Very well, come with me."
She led him back to the entrance to Dumbledore's office. She said the password ("Fizzing Whizbees!") and they went up into his office.
"Wait here." She told him, and she stepped into his office, closing the door with a snap behind her.
Harry waited for what seemed like forever. If Voldemort had really been in the Forbidden Forest then he couldn't afford to waste time like this. After about twenty minutes, Dumbledore opened the door, McGonagall behind him, and said, "Please come in Harry." In a very calm, yet very serious voice.
He stepped into the only too familiar office. Dumbledore sat down at his desk and Harry sat in a chair in front of it.
"Please explain the vision you had Harry." He said.
"Well, I was walking through the Forbidden Forest, and I was really angry and excited at the same time. I felt like I wanted to kill something, and then Fang walked onto my path and I killed him with a curse that I've never heard before." Harry said as quickly and calmly as possible.
Dumbledore stood there for a moment, looking at Harry and then looked up at McGonagall. "Minerva could you please inform the teachers that I, accompanied by Harry am going to search the grounds. Also could you tell them to stand guard, they know the routine." McGonagall nodded and strode out of his office.
"Harry do you remember where you were in your vision?"
He thought for a moment, and then realized that he did. "Yes"
Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the door. "Please follow me Harry. I would like you to take me to exactly where you were in your vision, if you would."
Harry nodded and they strode out of his office at a very fast pace, down to the Entrance Hall, through the doors and out into the cold night air. He thought for a moment, and then turned in the direction of Hagrid's cabin and entered the woods. He had to stop once in a while to try and remember where it was, but they would continue fast as ever. When he finally got to the spot where it had happened, Harry's heart was pounding. There on the floor was a large heap of fir. It was Fang, and sure enough, he was dead. Dumbledore just stood there, taking in every bit of the environment when there was a sudden snap of a twig and they both turned to see, standing there looking alive as ever, Voldemort. Dumbledore had is wand at the ready, looking straight at him.
"Hello Tom." He said dangerously.
"So," Voldemort hissed, "We meet again. Still think that you and that boy are a match against me?"
Dumbledore looked angrier then Harry had ever seen. He could not move, only watch, though it was hard, his scar was stinging badly, making his eyes water.
Just then, Voldemort yelled something, the curse that Harry had used on Fang in his vision. Dumbledore shot a counter curse at just the right time. He continued to shoot the curse at Dumbledore but he kept using the counter curse at just the right time. There was a pause in the battle. Voldemort held his wand at Dumbledore, looking evil as ever, Dumbledore holding his wand right back at Voldemort, looking equally evil. All of a sudden Voldemort moved his wand so it pointed straight at Harry.
"No!" exclaimed Dumbledore, when Voldemort moved his wand quickly back to Dumbledore and screamed, "Avada Flamendra!" and with a great yell, Dumbledore fell to the ground. Harry's insides were dancing, he thought for sure that he was dead but he looked closely and saw that his body was moving up and down in staggered breaths.
"So," hissed Voldemort again, "It's just you and me now. No one to protect you, there is no way you can make it out this time, I am more powerful then ever." He raised his wand. Harry was sweating badly, his scar burnt and stung with agonizing pain. Not knowing what he was doing, Harry pulled out his wand and yelled the curse he heard him use on Dumbledore, "Avada Flamendra!" Voldemort fell over with great force, but quickly got back up. "Don't be stupid. A young, talent-less wizard like you couldn't possibly use that curse. I invented that curse, and I am the only one who can properly use it. It's no use, boy. Your time is up." He raised his wand, Harry raised his in defense and again yelled "Avada Flamendra!" He heard a strange echo with it this time. But it wasn't an echo; at the exact same time Voldemort had yelled it too. Red light shot from both of their wands, at and upward angle, and met with a point. Where the two wands met, there was a sizzling sound. Harry's wand felt as if it were suddenly on fire. It was burning into his hand, and the same effect was happening to Voldemort too, evidently. He let out a great yell, obviously confused to why this was happening. The burning continued, it was unbearable, almost more so then the pain in his scar, but he held on tight as he could, afraid of what would happen if he let go. He could hardly bare it anymore, and then again, not knowing what he was doing, he yelled for the third time, with all his might, "AVADA FLAMENDRA!" and the pain stopped suddenly. Harry looked up. Where the two curses met there was a great explosion and a wave of what looked like fire spread in Voldemort's direction. "NO!" he screamed as the wave over took him and right where he was standing there was another explosion and Voldemort flew up fifty feet in the air and landed on the ground. His skin appeared to be melting from his body, making him look even more frightening then before. The skin continued to disintegrate until it was completely gone, and Voldemort lay there, rid of all his skin, dead.
Harry was shaking violently. He looked down at his hand that had been burnt, and a fair amount of the skin was hanging off of it. Harry then looked over at Dumbledore, who he could see, was still breathing. He tried to get up and walk over to him but he was extremely dizzy, the world was spinning before his eyes and then, he was consumed by darkness.
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Love all of you that review me!! Keep on reviewing! Hehe.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just using them for my story.
When he got to the entrance to Dumbledore's office, he realized that he didn't know the password. He really needed to talk to him. He ran down the corridors to search for a teacher to inform, but there seemed to be no one around. He was getting frantic, when finally on the third floor he found McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall!" he yelled after her.
She turned around quickly. "Mr. Potter, what on earth are you doing out of bed?" she said rather shrilly.
"Professor I had another vision, I need to talk to Dumbledore! Now!" Harry told her, a bit out of breath from running through the halls.
She looked at him for a moment and then said very seriously, "Very well, come with me."
She led him back to the entrance to Dumbledore's office. She said the password ("Fizzing Whizbees!") and they went up into his office.
"Wait here." She told him, and she stepped into his office, closing the door with a snap behind her.
Harry waited for what seemed like forever. If Voldemort had really been in the Forbidden Forest then he couldn't afford to waste time like this. After about twenty minutes, Dumbledore opened the door, McGonagall behind him, and said, "Please come in Harry." In a very calm, yet very serious voice.
He stepped into the only too familiar office. Dumbledore sat down at his desk and Harry sat in a chair in front of it.
"Please explain the vision you had Harry." He said.
"Well, I was walking through the Forbidden Forest, and I was really angry and excited at the same time. I felt like I wanted to kill something, and then Fang walked onto my path and I killed him with a curse that I've never heard before." Harry said as quickly and calmly as possible.
Dumbledore stood there for a moment, looking at Harry and then looked up at McGonagall. "Minerva could you please inform the teachers that I, accompanied by Harry am going to search the grounds. Also could you tell them to stand guard, they know the routine." McGonagall nodded and strode out of his office.
"Harry do you remember where you were in your vision?"
He thought for a moment, and then realized that he did. "Yes"
Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the door. "Please follow me Harry. I would like you to take me to exactly where you were in your vision, if you would."
Harry nodded and they strode out of his office at a very fast pace, down to the Entrance Hall, through the doors and out into the cold night air. He thought for a moment, and then turned in the direction of Hagrid's cabin and entered the woods. He had to stop once in a while to try and remember where it was, but they would continue fast as ever. When he finally got to the spot where it had happened, Harry's heart was pounding. There on the floor was a large heap of fir. It was Fang, and sure enough, he was dead. Dumbledore just stood there, taking in every bit of the environment when there was a sudden snap of a twig and they both turned to see, standing there looking alive as ever, Voldemort. Dumbledore had is wand at the ready, looking straight at him.
"Hello Tom." He said dangerously.
"So," Voldemort hissed, "We meet again. Still think that you and that boy are a match against me?"
Dumbledore looked angrier then Harry had ever seen. He could not move, only watch, though it was hard, his scar was stinging badly, making his eyes water.
Just then, Voldemort yelled something, the curse that Harry had used on Fang in his vision. Dumbledore shot a counter curse at just the right time. He continued to shoot the curse at Dumbledore but he kept using the counter curse at just the right time. There was a pause in the battle. Voldemort held his wand at Dumbledore, looking evil as ever, Dumbledore holding his wand right back at Voldemort, looking equally evil. All of a sudden Voldemort moved his wand so it pointed straight at Harry.
"No!" exclaimed Dumbledore, when Voldemort moved his wand quickly back to Dumbledore and screamed, "Avada Flamendra!" and with a great yell, Dumbledore fell to the ground. Harry's insides were dancing, he thought for sure that he was dead but he looked closely and saw that his body was moving up and down in staggered breaths.
"So," hissed Voldemort again, "It's just you and me now. No one to protect you, there is no way you can make it out this time, I am more powerful then ever." He raised his wand. Harry was sweating badly, his scar burnt and stung with agonizing pain. Not knowing what he was doing, Harry pulled out his wand and yelled the curse he heard him use on Dumbledore, "Avada Flamendra!" Voldemort fell over with great force, but quickly got back up. "Don't be stupid. A young, talent-less wizard like you couldn't possibly use that curse. I invented that curse, and I am the only one who can properly use it. It's no use, boy. Your time is up." He raised his wand, Harry raised his in defense and again yelled "Avada Flamendra!" He heard a strange echo with it this time. But it wasn't an echo; at the exact same time Voldemort had yelled it too. Red light shot from both of their wands, at and upward angle, and met with a point. Where the two wands met, there was a sizzling sound. Harry's wand felt as if it were suddenly on fire. It was burning into his hand, and the same effect was happening to Voldemort too, evidently. He let out a great yell, obviously confused to why this was happening. The burning continued, it was unbearable, almost more so then the pain in his scar, but he held on tight as he could, afraid of what would happen if he let go. He could hardly bare it anymore, and then again, not knowing what he was doing, he yelled for the third time, with all his might, "AVADA FLAMENDRA!" and the pain stopped suddenly. Harry looked up. Where the two curses met there was a great explosion and a wave of what looked like fire spread in Voldemort's direction. "NO!" he screamed as the wave over took him and right where he was standing there was another explosion and Voldemort flew up fifty feet in the air and landed on the ground. His skin appeared to be melting from his body, making him look even more frightening then before. The skin continued to disintegrate until it was completely gone, and Voldemort lay there, rid of all his skin, dead.
Harry was shaking violently. He looked down at his hand that had been burnt, and a fair amount of the skin was hanging off of it. Harry then looked over at Dumbledore, who he could see, was still breathing. He tried to get up and walk over to him but he was extremely dizzy, the world was spinning before his eyes and then, he was consumed by darkness.
A/N- yeah, that might be kind of confusing but I hope you like it!!! I like it!! Hehe REVIEW!