I'm falling forever, I've got to break through, I'm going under- Evanescence
He could now use the ultimate magic. A blue, simmering barrier protected him from all spells anyone threw at him. It was specialized to let spells out, but not in. The stars provided it because it might take Harry awhile to actually cast a spell.
"Destroy all dark magic!" Harry yelled with all the grief of his life.
"What's dark magic?" five voices in Harry's head asked him.
'Anything that hurts another, kills another, or revels in others' suffering,' Harry thought furiously.
"Oh!" the stars said in unison.
"Let us guide you, then," Harry could hear Elizabeth's voice say.
Emotion threatened to engulf him again. "Yes," Harry choked out. Suddenly, he was swirling in a black and gray mist. He lost all physical feeling of his body. "Where am I?" Harry asked into the darkness.
"You are in your own head," one of the stars giggled, "It's quite dark, isn't it?"
"Leave him alone," he heard Elizabeth say. Suddenly, she was before him.
"God, how I wish I could touch you one last time," Elizabeth said sadly.
Harry tried to rub her cheek, but found that his hand went right through her.
"The rest of the stars, and I will leave you alone until we destroy as much of this 'dark magic' as we can. Don't touch your thoughts. Once what you say is dark magic is as gone as we can manage, we'll call you closer up to the surface before we…depart," Elizabeth explained.
"Can't I just keep you in my head, forever?" Harry proposed.
Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears. Every part of her had loved him, even the star.
"Harry, the complex human being you call Elizabeth that you know and love is dead. I am but a part of her that was to be set free anyway. Granted…I could've been set free by a more pleasurable way than death, but I guess you can't help by…"
"What do you mean? A more pleasurable way?" Harry asked.
"Once," the star, Elizabeth, explained, "Elizabeth's innocence would break, then I would be free, with no harm done to Elizabeth. It would have been like I was never there in the first place. But as I said before, you can't help by crying over spilt milk. Now, Harry, as wonderful as it has been talking with you, I'm needed up at the surface."
She disappeared and left Harry all alone in the darkness of his head.
'How long will I have to be here,' Harry thought, 'literally trapped inside my own head?'
He almost screamed when he saw those words he thought fly by him and flash before his eyes.
"Avada Kadavra!" was heard as though six different people were saying it from Harry's mouth, and not one of them was Harry.
He suddenly felt a surge of power, such as he never felt before, coursing through him.
"AVADA KADAVRA!" the stars repeated.
That's when Harry felt the curse itself envelope him.
'It's looking for dark magic,' Harry realized. Once it passed out of Harry, he heard a cold, high-pitched voice shrieking in…Laughter?
'No…Couldn't be…it just can't!' Harry thought. But it was.
"Should we say it again?" one of the stars asked.
"I don't think so. I don't think we're powerful enough," another star replied.
"Someone could help us," suggested Elizabeth.
"Who?" inquired another star.
"Harry," Elizabeth said, "He's a powerful wizard, and we are a strong branch of magic. Together, we could destroy the dark magic."
"Right. Harry, you're needed up here," a voice called as an unseen star grabbed Harry's upper arm and pulled him to the surface.
"What am I to do?" Harry thought.
"Pick up your wand and focus your power," Elizabeth instructed.
Harry lifted his wand up and tried doing what he thought was focusing his power.
"Avada Kadavra!" seven separate voices cursed. Green lightening shot out of Harry's wand and engulfed Voldemort. It drew him up into the air and shot through him.
Before, he'd shrieked in mirth, now he screamed in anguish.
PAIN! Harry had not felt this much pain since his fifth year when Voldemort had possessed him. Then, in one moment after, Harry was sucked back into his head. He was surrounded by the blessed darkness, where he physically felt nothing. Another minute, and he felt better. He felt oddly lighter, peculiarly cleaner.
"Harry," a star said, "We have power enough for one more person to scourge. And with the condition these Death Eaters are in, it may mean their lives…Hurry! They're rallying for one more great attack in memory of their leader. Say one name."
"WORMTAIL!" Harry yelled with all his might. He heard, then, the judgment of the stars.
"Mister Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, formerly of the reputable Marauders of Hogwarts, you have been chosen to be scourged of the dark magic that plagues you. No longer shall you bear the pain of your betrayal in this life," the six voices cursed. Harry didn't even know what curse they used, such relief was flooding through his veins. He was having his vengeance upon Wormtail for killing the girl of his dreams, and his favorite professor, for betraying his parents, and for lying to Ron whilst he was a rat.
(A/N: Okay, where it talks about Wormtail, it means that he will still bear the pain of his betrayal, but not in this life…get it? He's gonna die and have to deal with what a scumbag he was in the first life. Just thought I had to clarify that…
Tekvah Ariel: Wormtail is incompetent, but Elizabeth was always hopeless with dueling. Umm…kill Harry? Eh…then the next story would kind of be null and void, don't u think? Cuz there is another story after this. I think it odd that yur finding this funny. That's not a bad thing, but I thought you'd be sort of sad. Oh well…maybe I'll get you sad later…[the people who found it upsetting probably did so because they kept thinking I was Elizabeth, so that's possibly the reason they were so distressed by it.] Do you have an AIM sn? I think it would be pretty interesting to talk to you using AOL instant messenger...
No updates until tomorrow, now. You've got your fill today. XD)