"Harry Potter. So, we met one last time before you die," said Voldemort.
"I'm not going to die tonight Voldemort," said Harry.
"No, Harry, you will die just like you mudblood mother and your father. Arrogant. Thought he could block Avada," said Voldemort.
"I won't die tonight Voldemort. You only know half of it," said Harry, his anger rising.
"Half of what? The prophecy? I know all of it," hissed Voldemort.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will make him as his equal-" said Harry.
"Yes, yes, I know that," said Voldemort.
Harry smirked and continued, ignoring Voldemort, "-But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." Voldemort's eyes widen. He glared at Lucius Malfoy, who gulped. "So, I will not be dying tonight, Voldemort."
Voldemort looked at him. Then he charged at Harry with Salazar Slytherin's sword. Harry unsheathed Godric Gryffindor's sword and blocked the attack. Their swords crossed and the were inches from each other. "Give up Voldemort. It was destined that I live," said Harry. That was when he noticed his scar was throbbing in pain...just in pain a little, but he ignored it.
"I will not lose to a child!" hissed Voldemort. He pushed away.
"It doesn't matter. I can be an old man and you'll still lose," smirked Harry. Voldemort charged again, this time, Harry was too slow, but Voldemort missed and got Harry in the arm instead of his heart. They attacked, blocked, and got each other a more time. The bad thing was, was that Harry was losing. Voldemort was much faster than he was. He used his sword to hold himself up.
"You see Harry? You will not win tonight, but lose and die," said Voldemort. He turned around. "World! I am you new mas-" Harry has his last chance to kill Voldemort now. When he turned around, Harry, as quietly and quickly as he could, charged and stabbed him.
"Never turn your back on your enemy," said Harry. Voldemort dropped his sword and turned around, punched Harry and then dropped dead. Harry passed out.
Harry shot up right in his bed; which made him fall on the ground because he was all tangled in his sheets. He was sweating from head to toe. Headwig woke up when Harry hit the floor. She hooted, turned around, and went back to sleep.
"Haven't dreamt about that night for awhile," Harry muttered to himself. He opened his window and leaned out, letting the wind hit his face. He went down to the kitchen and looked at the clock: 9:00am. He picked up a cup and had an odd sensation is his naval. His cup was a portkey. He landed on his feet in a graveyard. He looked around. "I've been here before," thought Harry.
"Harry Potter: said a cold voice from behind him. He turned around and gasped. His scar started to burn. Then he looked up for some reason and a metal soup can was flying towards him and he caught it. He was sent back to his kitchen.
"Oh my God! No way!" said Harry, and with a crack, he was gone.
A/N: Well, finally! Heres the 3rd chapter! I hope you love my little twist that will be explained more in chapter four! XD Well, it started in chapter 3, but i decided to put it in chapter four, so maybe tomorrow, you'll get chapter four! I'm so glad you all love my story! ..
