A/N: Two more chapters after this one. Did you know that? And then this one is over. Reader and review.

Chapter 6

Let the Battle Begin

Harry's heart was still raging when he set down in a clearing an hour later. But also in his heart of hearts he was beginning to feel a recognizable snake of fear. What the hell had he just done? So his parents had found out he was their son. Did that give him the right to run from them?

Harry shook her head and sat back against a tree and closed his eyes. And what about Voldemort? Did he still want the Potter's dead? And if so, why didn't he just kill them in the backyard when he had the chance? So many unanswered questions. And he was now stuck in a clearing, with only a wand, no money at all, and once again wanted dead.

Why had he come back just to wind up in a bigger mess then last time? At least in his old world his parents couldn't mistrust him and he would be safe at Hogwarts.

But to what ends? His parents would once again be dead, as well as Sirius, he wouldn't have a sister, and Hogwarts would only be a haven for him until the end of June. It was best if he just stayed here and try to fix things up here.

He opened his eyes and saw five wands pointing straight at him, one of them held by Voldemort. Harry swore in his mind for not being more on guard.

'Get up', Voldemort hissed. Harry glanced at the wand, then stood up, with the broom still in his hand. One of the Death Eater's grabbed it and threw it into the tall grass.

'Give me your wand. Slowly.'

Harry did as he was told and slowly reached into his pocket for his wand. He gripped it and then drew it out suddenly and pointed it at Voldemort, glaring at him.

'Avada Kedavra', Harry roared.

'Expelliarmus', Voldemort screeched.

The two brother wands connected in the spell called Priori Incantatem. Voldemort was shocked at the result of both of them casting the spells at the same time. Harry however, grinned and watched the beads of magic that were moving along the thread of magic connecting their wands. The Death Eater's couldn't do a thing. Harry snapped his wrist to the left and the spell broke before the beads of magic could complete the spell by touching either of their wands. He brought his wand up again before Voldemort could but before Harry could cast another spell, a Death Eater hit him on the side of the head with the broom he had cast away. Harry fell to the ground and his wand flew out of his hand.

Voldemort stooped down and grabbed Harry's wand before Harry's mind even register he should grab his wand back. He groaned and rolled over onto his side. Voldemort took Harry's wand and snapped it in half.

Hope and vigor left Harry when he saw his wand was destroyed. And he realized that since his wand was snapped in half, he was where he was supposed to be. At Voldemort's feet, nothing better then dead.

The Death Eater's backed away, obviously under order's to do nothing but keep Harry in the clearing so Voldemort. Harry made gave a last chance to staying alive for a little longer.

'Know that if you kill me, you still have the younger version of me to deal with. And he is a lot more better protected then me. Because he has that man protecting him that you so desperately hate. Dumbledore.'

Voldemort kicked him in the gut at Dumbledore's name, knocking the wind right out of him and sending a huge pain through his insides. He then kicked Harry in the face, surprisingly not breaking anything, just cutting open his lip. Harry bared his teeth and took the pain as it was.

As Voldemort raised his wand for the kill, six people leapt out of the bushes, Harry's mother and father Lily and James, Alice and Frank Longbottom, Remus Lupin and Sirius. Lily, Alice, Frank and Remus went after the Death Eater's boxing Harry in while James and Sirius went after Voldemort.

James and Sirius sent stunning spells at Voldemort, but he dodged them both and pointed his wand at Sirius, who was closer. Harry' heart stopped for that one moment and felt the blood leave his face.

'Avada Kedavra', Voldemort roared. The spell hit Sirius in the chest and he fell to the ground, dead instantly. James stopped dead as he saw his best friend die right before his eyes.

'No', Harry roared. He saw in his mind's eye that one night twelve years ago when Sirius had been killed by falling through the veil. Now he was dead again. Harry hadn't changed that at all by coming back.

Somewhere inside of him, he found the strength he needed to get up and punch Voldemort before Voldemort had a chance to raise his wand against Harry or James. Harry's momentum threw them both to the ground. Harry grabbed Voldemort's robes in one hand and raised his fist.

'Why did you have to kill him?' Harry screamed. 'Why?'

His fist came down but Voldemort vanished before Harry's fist crashed into his jaw. Harry fell to the ground on his side, and screamed again. He didn't seem to have noticed the Death Eater's had disappeared with Voldemort. Lily rushed over to her son.

'Harry! Harry. Calm down, please!'

'Why should I calm down?' Harry spat. 'He's dead again because of me. I killed him. Again.'

Harry got up, turned to the tree he had laid against and began to kick it with every word he said.

'Why? Why, why, why, WHY?'

He pounded his fist on it one time then turned to look at the older people surrounding him. Lupin was holding James broom.

'Give it to me', Harry ordered him.

Lupin glanced at Lily. Lupin had no idea who he was.

'Harry, do you even know who you're ordering around?' asked Lily irritated.

'He's Remus Lupin, a werewolf, one of the marauders nicknamed Moony, my third year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... What more do you want?'

James looked at Lupin, still in a state of shock.

'Give him the broom', James muttered.

'James', began Lily.

'If my son wants the damn broom, give him the broom', James snapped. He walked away, unwilling to look at Sirius's body. Harry grabbed the broom out of a stunned Lupin's grip.

'You're son?' Lupin gasped.

'Ah, vague on the details were we mum?' asked Harry sarcastically. He didn't wait for an answer but kicked off from the ground, out of sight within a few seconds.