Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Lord
By: Logical Raven

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I'm literally shaking right now. This has to be one of the most difficult chapters I've ever tried to write, much less written. It isn't as elaborate as my battle scene in Perils, but I'm proud of it none the less. I think it is full of emotion, and hopefully you'll feel what Harry is feeling, not the anticipation and fear everyone else in this scene is feeling.

I had to make a decision, I can write this clearly from Harry's view, or take a broader perspective. I chose the first option. If it gets confusing, don't worry. I'll explain everything, and I do mean everything in the next chapter. While this chapter doesn't end in a cliffy, there is still a surprise left to be revealed. All is not okay just yet, I repeat it isn't over YET!

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Destiny Fulfilled



The haze grew as Harry's scar continued beating against his brain. His body shook as he struggle to keep conscience.

"What's wrong with him?" he heard Parvati shrilled throwing her hands up to her mouth.

He couldn't focus, he couldn't breath. The pain was more intense that anything he had ever felt in his life.

"We've got to get out of here," Ron said sounding extremely close to Harry's ear.

"We can't leave Harry," Ginny said on the opposite side.

Harry wanted to scream out for them to leave, he wanted them to run as far away from him as humanly possible. He was already lost, they couldn't save him. As he felt his warm tears stream down his cheek he forced his eyes closed, if he died he could be with Sirius again. If he died he could be with his parents, he could be with Dumbledore, he could be with Cho. It was a pleasantly eerie sensation. He wanted to die, he wanted this misery known as life to finally reach an end.

The pain slowly started to subside as a growing white light engulfed him. He felt as if he were flying though a warm summer breeze. Around him he felt the smiling faces of all those he had lost, of all those he missed so dearly. Harry let a smile break across his face as the images of his parents came into view. Lily with her long red hair blowing in a non existent wind. She had her hands over her mouth as she tilted her head and looked at her son. James's hand ruffled his unruly hair as he waved with the other. Next to them was Sirius. He looked young and carefree. He looked happy, unlike the last time Harry had seen him. Harry hollered out to them waving madly. He had so much to tell them.

His heart sank as she searched for another face he was in desperate need to see. No matter how hard he searched the whiteness was void of the dark glowing eyes of Cho.
He felt his heart drop as he glanced over his shoulder for the first time.

"Quit mopping around, you have a Dark Lord to defeat…."
The voice of his Godfather rang through his ears as he turned his head back to face them. His mother's hand were away from her face as she sadly waved farewell to him again. James turned away as Sirius placed his hand on his shoulder for comfort.

"HARRY!"

Harry jolted awake to a hysterical Hermione who was shaking him violently by the shoulder. As his eyes fluttered open she dropped him in surprise.

"You're going to give him a bloody concussion," Ron spat pushing Hermione back.

"Mate…can you hear me?" Ron asked leaning over Harry.

As Harry tried to speak his scar erupted into another surge of pain.

"Oh this is bad, this is not good," Padma said nervously holding her wand in front of her as she scanned the empty street.

"Shut-up," Parvati snapped at her sister, holding her own wand in a steady defensive pose.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he made out the group that was gathered on the street with him. They all looked nervous, but ready for battle. They were all prepared to stay with him, and fight.

"You have to go, he's coming," Harry choked out trying hard not to focus on the blinding pain.

"Hermione, what should we do?" Ginny asked looking at her older friend.

"Go get McGonagall," Hermione hollered.

"I'm not leaving Harry," Ginny said defiantly.

Neville turned to look at Hermione, "I'll go, I'll bring back help."

Neville took off in a dead run toward Honey Dukes, even though everyone knew he was terrified of the dark long corridor leading back to the castle. Nobody else moved, they felt the same way Ginny did. They weren't leaving Harry.

Suddenly every ounce of sound died and the stars faded from their position in the night sky. Harry glanced up at Hermione who was near him as she scanned the situation. She also had her wand drawn. Harry tried to yell for them to run. If they stayed and fought, they'd be killed. His friend had shown great courage in fighting the Death Eaters in the past, but facing the Dark Lord on his turf was a completely different situation. The image of Cedric Diggory laying in a dead glare flashed in Harry's mind.

"RUN, get out of here," he managed to choke out.

"Harry, you have to get up," Ginny begged tugging on Harry's arm.

"He isn't going anywhere…." hissed the voice of the devil.

Harry heard a few gasps, but he didn't need any hint to tell him who the voice belonged to. He had heard that voice since he was child. It was the voice that haunted his dreams and his reality.

"Does it hurt Harry? Just let go of what that fool has instilled in your mind. Together we can do great things," Voldemort whispered touching the air as if it were Harry's face. The group of Death Eaters who had enclosed them in a circle laughed lightly.

"Leave him alone!" Ginny screamed moving in Voldemort's view.

Voldemort laughed with a high pitched cackle, "A Weasley, are you as weak as your dear brother? You must forgive me, I never learned the weaklings name."

"I said leave him alone!" Ginny said, trying her best to hide her fear.

Ron begged his sister to step aside with his eyes, but she stood defiant.

" Crucio."

Ginny fell to her knees as she tried to hold back her cries as the curse ripped her apart inside out.

"GINNY!" Ron screamed as Hermione held him back.

"Rictusempra," Padma screeched throwing the first spell she could think of at the Dark Lord. The tickling charm did little to Voldemort if anything, he smile at her as he pointed his wand at her heart. Padma's eyes grew wide as she took the deepest breath imaginable.

"NO!" Harry spat rising to his feet.

Sweat dripped from his brow as she struggled to keep his breath.

"Ah, feeling up for a battle?" Voldemort taunted causing his followers to continued it their evil laughter.

Harry steady himself, fighting the pain throbbing against his skull, "This is between you and I, leave them out of it."

"You concern for your friends is your greatest weakness, it always has been," Voldemort lectured as if Harry were his students.

"Your lack of compassion is yours," Harry said matching the Dark Lord's tone. "Take the curse off her."

Voldemort glanced around at his laughing Death Eaters and with a smirk abliged Harry by lifting the Curciatus Curse off Ginny.

Harry tried to raise his wand, but he didn't have the strength to hold it up properly.

"Join me Harry, it is the only way to save your friends," Voldemort warned his cold snake eyes burning into Harry's skull.

Harry glanced down at his arm as the Dark Mark protruded through his shirt. The sweat dripped down onto the white cloth revealing the burnt flesh.

"I lied," Harry said lifting his head with a new surge of energy.

Voldemort's face grew inward as he looked at Harry carefully.

"The prophecy I told you last year was a lie. You can coexist without me. Neither of us can live while the other survives. If I turn, it will be your down fall," Harry threatened holding his wand steady now.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Foolish boy, you think you can play mind games with the Great Lord Voldemort."

Harry feel to the ground as Voldemort threw the Curciatus Curse at him. He remember the sensation well as it felt like a hundred daggers were thrown into his skin.
As the group held their wands Voldemort threw a disarming charms to leave the students defenseless.

"Leave Harry alone!" Hermione cried, as she dropped to her knees in front of Voldemort begging for mercy.

Voldemort sneered, "Filthy mud blood."

"Please, have mercy," Hermione continued.

Harry glared around, trying to fight off the pain. It was killing him, or worse driving him insane. He could hear Hermione's words, he could see the smirk on Voldemorts pitiless face. It was hopeless, the Dark Lord would toy with them, and kill them one by one.

His body shook violently as he watched Voldemort cast the Curciatus Curse of Hermione as well. He wished he hadn't come back, he wished he was dead. He couldn't defeat the Dark Lord, he couldn't fight the most powerful wizard alive.

The Death Eaters laughed as their master toyed with the group of students. As he began to torment Harry and Hermione the rest took the signal to torture the rest of the group. Curses and hexes of all colors flew past Harry and befell the group of disarmed students. Harry was right, they couldn't fight, and Neville would never make it back in time.

One of the Death Eaters step forward casting a purple jinx towards Michael Corner. Harry eye's grew wide as he caught a glimmer of those dark eyes beneath the hood. They were the dark eyes he had searched for in the vast of whiteness he had turned away from.

"NO!" Harry shrilled rising to his feet. As he did the curse was fought off and caused Voldemort to stumble backwards a step. The group of Death Eaters paused from their senseless attack.

" Expelliarmus," Harry said instantly as soon as the curse was off disarming the majority of the group of Death Eaters with a charm a powerful as the one Volemort had casted on his friends moments earlier.

The gathering stood quite as Voldemort took a step forward towards Harry.

"You've ruined my life!" Harry screamed. "WHY?"

"What do I care about your life. I just want you dead," Voldemort said aiming towards Harry's chest.

Harry lifted his wand towards Voldemort's chest, "If all you want is to see me dead, why have you failed to kill me?"

"I will soon rectify that mistake."

Ginny lifted up her face as she outstretched her arm and seized a nearby fallen wand, "incarceratus." Ropes shot out of the end of her wand and wrapped around a nearby Death Eater who topple forward. The distraction didn't break the stare between Harry and the Dark Lord.

The Death Eater that had caught Harry's eye and caused him to fight off the curse stepped forward to defend her fallen Death Eater when a gust of wind blew causing its hood to blow off its head.

Cho Chang's face was revealed in the lightless sky. Her possessed eyes caught Harry's who turned his attention away from Voldemort. She raised her wand back at Harry who still had his pointed at the Dark Lord.

"I took her soul for you," Voldemort hissed, "Pity, I guess I can give her to the Vampires now."

Harry ignored Voldemort's taunts feeling his heart constrict at the sight of Cho. He wanted to reach out a touch her face one last time.

"I love you," Harry said softly to the Death Eater who's expression twisted in confusion.

"Love, you're as foolish as Dumbledore."

Harry turned his attention back to Voldemort, "What happened to you to make you so full of hate."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Goodbye, Harry James Potter."

Harry eyes grew wide as he remembered the Death Eater in the garden during his apparation test, Voldemort had figured out a way of casting a killing curse without uttering the spell, there was no time to react.

" Protego," Cho had her wand extended as she tried to block the killing curse from hitting Harry. The killing curse reflected of Harry as he threw his arm up to block the attack. As the curse reflected it bounced back towards Voldemort who still had his wand extended with hate in his eyes.

Harry glanced at the Dark Lord as the spell hit his wand causing him to fly backwards and slump forwards. Cho collapsed forwards as Harry turned in time to see a Death Eater aiming his wand towards her.

"Stupefy," Harry casted stunting the Death Eater who fell forwards, revealing the face of Draco Malfoy.

Voldemort started to stir, another Death Eater aimed his wand at Harry as he began to turn his head. Harry grabbed his face as a deep gash appeared on the side his face. Harry didn't flinch as he set his sights on Voldemort.

He closed his eyes as something registered inside his mind. He remembered his melted skeleton key Sirius had given him. His mind focused on that room inside the department of mystery. As he pictured it in his mind, the door swung open. Harry opened his eyes as saw Voldemort rising off the ground, reclaiming his feet with a look of hell's fury in his eyes.

" Allotimious Amora Kedavra," Harry yelled pointed his wand as a stream of green shot from the end of his wand the small color green that burned in his eyes. The words came from nowhere as the forgotten curse traveled at lightning speed. Voldemort took the spell straight in the chest as looked up at Harry in shock before crumbling to the ground into a pile of dust as Harry had seen his first Defense Professor do before.

Harry knew it wasn't over yet as a white mist emerged from the corpse. The battle started to rage behind him, as an occasional hex or charm could be heard.

"It's time to end this once and for all," Harry said firmly holding his wand as he watched the mist circle the disengaged body. He closed his eyes again and focused on the door again, the white inside engulfed him as his body surged with a power that he didn't understand. A white tattered cloth that reminded him of the Torto Execution Veil flapped before his eyes. Words escaped his lips but he neither heard them or said them. The white mist froze in the air and crystallized. With a flick of his wand the crystals were ash falling on the fallen corpse of the once powerful Lord Voldemort.

"NO!"

Harry spun around as he saw some Death Eaters shrilling in anger and some running in fear. One Death Eater aimed its wand at Harry's chest. His eyes grew wide as he realized he wouldn't have time to respond. Harry saw the cloaked figure fly backwards as a shot of red appeared over Harry's shoulders. The Aurors had arrived.

The remaining Death Eaters tried to fight defiantly, but most had been disarmed by Harry's powerful disarming charm. Their wands were nowhere to be seen. Most of the students lay motionless on the ground, puddles of blood on the ground beside them.

Harry dropped to his knees as he rolled over a injured Ginny Weasley. He looked up as the battle was drawing to a close. Cho was still on her knees a few feet away from Harry and he reached out and grabbed he hand. She turned her head towards him. Her face was full of pain as her eyes met Harry. He saw a group of Dementors drifting away out of the corner of his eyes. They were retreating.

"It's okay, it's over now," Harry said squeezing her Cho's hand.