Harry Potter's Last Battle
My ideas of the last few chapters of book 7
It isn't very great, but it's my first fanficiton. I haven't mapped out how the rest of the story is going to go but I don't think it will be too long, as you can see, it already starts off in the middle of a confrontation. The rest will play out as a cat and mouse game and then--a fight to the finish.
Chapter One--
Harry stood transfixed. He couldn't take his eyes off Voldemort and Ron. Harry didn't know what he was going to do, Voldemort was going to kill Ron and he didn't know how to stop it. "Don't be stupid enough to try and kill me, Harry," Voldemort sneered, "You'll hit your friend. You don't want that, do you?" Voldemort was holding Ron as a shield, his wand at Ron's neck. It was true, if Harry tried to kill Voldemort, he would most definitely kill Ron too. "Put your wand down, surrender yourself and I'll spare your friend. That's what you want, isn't it? To be the hero and save your friends?" Harry was shaking, if he surrendered himself, he was going to die but if he didn't Ron would...Voldemort was growing impatient, he smacked Ron in the back of Ron's head. Ron collapsed to the floor, clouching the back of his head. "Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, his wand pointed at Ron. Ron twisted and turned on floor, howling in excruciating pain. "Nooooo!" Harry yelled. Voldemort lifted his wand, "What was that? I couldn't hear over all the screaming..." Ron rolled over and looked at Harry, "Don't do it, Harry. Don't give in." Harry suddenly realized he was crying, something he never did. But he knew: this was the end. When Harry spoke it was nothing more than a whisper but it was heard all the same, "Let Ron and Hermione go...," Hermione was unconscious on the floor. Harry wasn't sure what she was hit with but Voldemort had told him, "She isn't dead...yet."
"Let Ron and Hermione go... and I'll surrender."
"No! Harry, don't be stupid!" Ron shouted.
"Shut up, idiot boy." Voldemort said, kicking Ron in the back. "Well, it seems this is the end of Harry Potter, I will spare your friend Ron but I'm afraid I'll have to kill the mudblood, don't bother arguing, that is as generous as I'm going to get. If you'd rather have me kill all three of you, I would be more than glad to." Hermione stirred, she was waking up. Harry and Ron looked at eachother terrified. But Harry was struck with a sudden idea, he didn't know if it would work, but he had to try something. He continued to stare at Ron, Harry wasn't blinking, he was moving his eyes in Hermione's direction. Ron gave the slightest of nods and Harry knew he understood. "So, I suppose you'll want to be killing me now, huh?" Harry asked. "That's the plan, yes." Voldemort retorted.
"Well, are you going to ask me for my last request?" Harry asked again.
Ron was crawling across the floor towards Hermione...
"What? And why would I do that?"
"All executioners ask their prisoners for a last request before they kill them."
"Ahh, but I am not an executioner. I am simply a wizard doing what he must to ensure his survival. And to survive, I have to kill you."
"If you only wish to stay alive, you don't need to kill Hermione. She's not a threat to you."
Ron was almost there. Hermione opened her eyes.
"Not a threat, no. But I have to kill her for the principle of it, her being a mudblood and all that. How would it look, if Lord Voldemort had let her go? No, no, no, she must be killed."
"Right, because you're such a wizard of principles." Harry spat.
"Crucio!"
Knives were piercing every part of Harry's body, but he didn't care. As long as Ron got to Hermione...
But Ron had done something stupid, he stopped crawling towards Hermione and was watching Harry in horror. Hermione sat up and she did something stupid as well. She jumped up, and not having her wand with her, did the only thing she could think of. Before Voldemort had even realized she was awake, he was on the ground, knocked over by the seventeen year old, mudblood witch.
In an instant, Ron ran over and pulled Hermione off Voldemort. It was much harder than he would have thought, Hermione was hitting, kicking, shaking and screaming at Voldemort. "Hermione! Stop it, come on! HERMIONE!" Harry came over to help now, he grabbed Hermione around the waist and with the help of Ron holding onto Hermione's arm, he was able to drag her away. "Hermione, why did you do that?" Harry asked astounded.
"Why the bloody hell do you think I did that? I couldn't let him keep torturing you." She then looked over at Voldemort, he was unconscious. "He must have hit his head on the floor when I knocked him over. We should get out of here before he wakes up."
"We can't just leave him here so that when he wakes up he can just go after Harry again." Ron said, "Harry? What do you want to do with him?"
"That's obvious.... I'll have to kill him." Harry answered softly.
"Harry! You can't do that. Do you really want to be a murderer? He's unconscious, let's just get out of here." Hermione said.
"Look, Hermione, we don't even know how to get out of here. And even if I don't want to be a murderer, I have no choice, and it's not like anyone but his filthy Death Eaters would miss him." Harry walked over and picked up Voldemort's wand, "I don't even know if this is going to work. I've never done it before." Harry took several steps, backing away from Voldemort, he looked at Ron and Hermione, they both looked back at him. Ron nodded his approval but Hermione looked distressed, "Harry, killing Voldemort can't possibly be this easy...What if the spell rebounds and hits you?"
"Nobody died to save him, he doesn't have the protection Harry had." Ron reminded her. Harry closed his eyes and pointed his wand at Voldemort's body, he tried to muster all his hate and anger so his spell would be strong enough. He was about to do it....he was going to do it now....right...now...He opened his eyes, he couldn't understand why this was so hard. He couldn't understand why he didn't want to kill him, after everything Voldemort had to done to him...Harry suddenly saw his parents, in the back of his head, and Harry remembered how much he hurt everybody good, all the innocent people he killed....and before he knew what he was doing, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"
My ideas of the last few chapters of book 7
It isn't very great, but it's my first fanficiton. I haven't mapped out how the rest of the story is going to go but I don't think it will be too long, as you can see, it already starts off in the middle of a confrontation. The rest will play out as a cat and mouse game and then--a fight to the finish.
Chapter One--
Harry stood transfixed. He couldn't take his eyes off Voldemort and Ron. Harry didn't know what he was going to do, Voldemort was going to kill Ron and he didn't know how to stop it. "Don't be stupid enough to try and kill me, Harry," Voldemort sneered, "You'll hit your friend. You don't want that, do you?" Voldemort was holding Ron as a shield, his wand at Ron's neck. It was true, if Harry tried to kill Voldemort, he would most definitely kill Ron too. "Put your wand down, surrender yourself and I'll spare your friend. That's what you want, isn't it? To be the hero and save your friends?" Harry was shaking, if he surrendered himself, he was going to die but if he didn't Ron would...Voldemort was growing impatient, he smacked Ron in the back of Ron's head. Ron collapsed to the floor, clouching the back of his head. "Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, his wand pointed at Ron. Ron twisted and turned on floor, howling in excruciating pain. "Nooooo!" Harry yelled. Voldemort lifted his wand, "What was that? I couldn't hear over all the screaming..." Ron rolled over and looked at Harry, "Don't do it, Harry. Don't give in." Harry suddenly realized he was crying, something he never did. But he knew: this was the end. When Harry spoke it was nothing more than a whisper but it was heard all the same, "Let Ron and Hermione go...," Hermione was unconscious on the floor. Harry wasn't sure what she was hit with but Voldemort had told him, "She isn't dead...yet."
"Let Ron and Hermione go... and I'll surrender."
"No! Harry, don't be stupid!" Ron shouted.
"Shut up, idiot boy." Voldemort said, kicking Ron in the back. "Well, it seems this is the end of Harry Potter, I will spare your friend Ron but I'm afraid I'll have to kill the mudblood, don't bother arguing, that is as generous as I'm going to get. If you'd rather have me kill all three of you, I would be more than glad to." Hermione stirred, she was waking up. Harry and Ron looked at eachother terrified. But Harry was struck with a sudden idea, he didn't know if it would work, but he had to try something. He continued to stare at Ron, Harry wasn't blinking, he was moving his eyes in Hermione's direction. Ron gave the slightest of nods and Harry knew he understood. "So, I suppose you'll want to be killing me now, huh?" Harry asked. "That's the plan, yes." Voldemort retorted.
"Well, are you going to ask me for my last request?" Harry asked again.
Ron was crawling across the floor towards Hermione...
"What? And why would I do that?"
"All executioners ask their prisoners for a last request before they kill them."
"Ahh, but I am not an executioner. I am simply a wizard doing what he must to ensure his survival. And to survive, I have to kill you."
"If you only wish to stay alive, you don't need to kill Hermione. She's not a threat to you."
Ron was almost there. Hermione opened her eyes.
"Not a threat, no. But I have to kill her for the principle of it, her being a mudblood and all that. How would it look, if Lord Voldemort had let her go? No, no, no, she must be killed."
"Right, because you're such a wizard of principles." Harry spat.
"Crucio!"
Knives were piercing every part of Harry's body, but he didn't care. As long as Ron got to Hermione...
But Ron had done something stupid, he stopped crawling towards Hermione and was watching Harry in horror. Hermione sat up and she did something stupid as well. She jumped up, and not having her wand with her, did the only thing she could think of. Before Voldemort had even realized she was awake, he was on the ground, knocked over by the seventeen year old, mudblood witch.
In an instant, Ron ran over and pulled Hermione off Voldemort. It was much harder than he would have thought, Hermione was hitting, kicking, shaking and screaming at Voldemort. "Hermione! Stop it, come on! HERMIONE!" Harry came over to help now, he grabbed Hermione around the waist and with the help of Ron holding onto Hermione's arm, he was able to drag her away. "Hermione, why did you do that?" Harry asked astounded.
"Why the bloody hell do you think I did that? I couldn't let him keep torturing you." She then looked over at Voldemort, he was unconscious. "He must have hit his head on the floor when I knocked him over. We should get out of here before he wakes up."
"We can't just leave him here so that when he wakes up he can just go after Harry again." Ron said, "Harry? What do you want to do with him?"
"That's obvious.... I'll have to kill him." Harry answered softly.
"Harry! You can't do that. Do you really want to be a murderer? He's unconscious, let's just get out of here." Hermione said.
"Look, Hermione, we don't even know how to get out of here. And even if I don't want to be a murderer, I have no choice, and it's not like anyone but his filthy Death Eaters would miss him." Harry walked over and picked up Voldemort's wand, "I don't even know if this is going to work. I've never done it before." Harry took several steps, backing away from Voldemort, he looked at Ron and Hermione, they both looked back at him. Ron nodded his approval but Hermione looked distressed, "Harry, killing Voldemort can't possibly be this easy...What if the spell rebounds and hits you?"
"Nobody died to save him, he doesn't have the protection Harry had." Ron reminded her. Harry closed his eyes and pointed his wand at Voldemort's body, he tried to muster all his hate and anger so his spell would be strong enough. He was about to do it....he was going to do it now....right...now...He opened his eyes, he couldn't understand why this was so hard. He couldn't understand why he didn't want to kill him, after everything Voldemort had to done to him...Harry suddenly saw his parents, in the back of his head, and Harry remembered how much he hurt everybody good, all the innocent people he killed....and before he knew what he was doing, he screamed, "Avada Kedavra!"