Last Stand for Magic: The Duellists

by Darth Gilthoron

All of Hogwarts school is out to fight a yet unknown opponent, in this struggle united with those who used to be their direst foes. Part 1: The Duellists' Quest WARNING: I wrote this as a little boy.

15. Hopeless

Lord Voldemort was breathing hard, resting his head at Remus's chest. From the corner of his mouth dripped a little bit of blood. "I've never - felt - anything - like that", he panted. "Such an - illusion - " He broke off and clutched Remus's shoulders. "I can't stand any more of that sort", he finally was able to say. "You must help me, Remus." He struggled to sit up, but sank back into Remus's arms exhaustedly, shaken by a violent fit of coughing. "I have to speak to Dumbledore", he whispered, his voice so weak it was hardly audible. "He'll know what to do... He'll know..."

As his head sunk against Remus's chest again, the young Duellist at first believed he had fainted, but then he saw that Voldemort's eyes were still open, staring up at the ceiling. "How shall we ever be able to fight them?" he murmured. "Is there any chance left?"