Chapter: Final Standoff

A/N: The reviews poured in for the last chapter and I am very grateful. Thanks guys. I hope this chapter is just as good. There are only two chapters left after this. I know it's sad but I can't have it go on forever. So who do you think J.K will be killing off in the next book? She has already announced she will kill someone, but who? Well anyway enjoy!

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"No you're dead." Harry stood completely still on he last stair. The women he recognized as his mother took a few steps toward him smiling sweetly.

"Harry my son."

The man stood behind her and ruffled his hair.

I remember dad doing that in Snape's pensive…could it be. How could they come back to life? Is it possible?

He looked into his parents faces. Wait…He has been told millions of times that he was given his mother's emerald. Yet, the women that stood before him had red eyes. Red Eyes…No, not now. Not here, not again.

"You are not my mother!"

The women looked shocked. "I am Lily, your mother, don't you remember me?"

"You are not my mother!"

Lily's left eyebrow twitched.

"And you're not my father." Harry shoved an angry finger in his father's direction.

James's lips pressed together so they made a line across his face. "How can I not be?"

"You are Voldemort in disguise."

Lily's voice changed from sweet to a soft hiss. "You can't be fooled can you boy? You think you are s-so s-smart." The feminine body then changed to a more manly one. The second figure completely disappeared.

Harry grit his teeth. This is my fight. Just me and Voldemort.

"S-so boy, are you ready to fight me like a man or are you going to quiver behind Dumbledore once more?"

"No, I am ready for you." Thank goodness I grabbed my wand when I grabbed my glasses.

"Are you boy, are you really ready?"

Harry ignored the part of his brain that screamed "Yes!"

"Answer me!"

"Yes I am ready, how many times do I have to say it?"

"Watch your tongue boy!"

"I will watch mine if you watch yours."

Voldemort chuckled. "Do you really think you are tough now?

Harry stood up straight.

"Because you're not boy. In fact you're nothing. You're worthless. You don't even deserve to live."

Harry let the insults bounce off of him. Voldemort continued to give him the icy cold stare as he walked back and forth.

Harry tried his hardest not to blink.

"I have an idea. You think you are so tough but what would happen if I brought your loved ones into the picture?" He waved his wand and pictures of Ron, myself, Molly and Arthur and Lupin appeared in front of him.

He looked at me. "Look how peaceful she sleeps." Harry grit his teeth. Ron's picture was next. "Isn't this one your best friend?" Harry remained quiet. "Your mother and father figure. Who would want you as a son?" He walked to the last picture. "Ah, the last of your parents friends. I believe I have done a good job of killing off the rest. What is one more? Then it would be a record." Harry watched the picture of Lupin move. He was laughing at some thing. It was true he was the last. His only tie to his parents. He couldn't risk losing any of them.

"You could spare them all with your own life."

"My life?"

He smiled a crooked smile.

"That all depends on this duel now doesn't it." Harry couldn't lose them, no matter what.

"I t does! PROTEGO!"

Harry was knocked backwards. Without any hesitation he yelled, "Stupefy!" He quickly got to his feet. He ran and ducked behind a large arm chair.

Voldemort looked in Harry's direction. "Impedimenta!"

The arm chair broke in half and the pieces flew in the air.

"Petrif-.."

"Silencio!"

Nothing came out of Harry's mouth.

"Now you can't talk. SO let's start killing off these fine friends of yours." He began walking toward the door leading to the stairwell. Harry dug his mind for the counter curse that I had taught him.

He tapped his cheek with his wand. "Colloportus!" The door sealed itself.

"Do you really think that will stop me?"

He pointed his wand at the door and it burst open.

Harry chewed on his bottom lip.

Voldemort began to climb the stairs.

What should I do?

"Expellarmus!" Voldemorts wand flew out of his hand. Voldemort turned around and looked at him.

"Stupefy!" He fell backwards and Harry gathered up his wand.

"Give it back boy1"

"No."

Voldemort eyes glowed red. "Now!"

"No."

He got to his feet and continued walking up the stairs to his dorm. "I can kill her with or without my wand."

"Colloportus!" Harry sealed the door to his dorm.

"ACCIO WAND!"

The wand began to fly toward him once more.

"Stupefy!" Voldermort was knocked off his feet. I have the upper hand.

The wand next to its owner and he held it in his hand.

"You are annoying me. IMPEDIMENTA!"

Harry was now on the floor.

Voldemort started to walk down the stairs toward him.

"Avada.." Voldemort began with an evil smirk.

"Petrificus Totalus." Harry cut him off

His arms and legs snapped close to his body and he became stiff and fell to the floor near Harry.

Harry jumped up.

Voldemort glared at him.

"Silencio!"

Voldemort opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Now what do I do?"

The common room door opened and Dumbledore entered.

"Harry are you all right?"

A stinging feeling ripped across his cheek and he put his hand there to feel blood dripping down his cheek. "Yeah."

Dumbledore's eyes focused on Voldermort.

"Good job Harry. Well done. Even the simplest of spells can subdue the most evil wizard."

"Thanks."

"I will take him from here."

"What are you going to do?"

"Take him somewhere. You will be safe now Harry."

"But."

"Hand me that tea cup Harry."

"What?"

"The tea cup."

Harry turned around and a tea cup was sitting on a shelf behind him. "Okay." He picked it up and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Thank you." Dumbledore picked up his own wand and pointed it at the tea cup. "Portus."

Harry watched as Dumbledore and Voldemort vanished before his very eyes.

"I did it!" He smiled. He walked up to the bathroom to tend to his injury.