Chapter 8: The final battle.
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The dark, oak doors flew open as Harry was now all out sprinting as fast as he could to the cave on the end of the road outside of Hogsmeade.
Down the steps, downs the slippery grass, past the lake, he didn't even save time to glance as he rushed by. He knew where he had to go.
Harry was running at such a breakneck speed that he didn't even realize when he ran into a tall, dark figure.
Snape."Potter, what are you doing, you must return to the school immediately. This is a matter of life or death."
Harry, had been derailed by Snape in the past, and was having none of it right now, "Snape, I know where Ginny is. Nothing you say can stop me this time."
"That's your problem Potter. Nothing can ever stop you. Your too arrogant to listen to facts. She's dead..."
"NO"
"You can't save her.."
Harry pulled out his wand. "Get back to the school and decide were your loyalties are. I know where I have to go... get the hell out of my way."
Harry expected Snapes lip to curl, to smirk, to say, Potter, your just like your father, you'll die the same way. But instead, Harry was surprised. A light flickered in the dark hollows of Snapes eyes, "So the time has come, Dumbledore was right, so was Tom." At this he turned and began running at the castle.
Harry was shortly shocked, then remembered he had no time and ran.
It was at this that he ran into Firenze.
"For pity's sake, why must I always run into these people!?!" Harry was now ripped.
"Young Harry, I see the time has indeed come. You should hurry, before the attack comes."
"Hey, you could help me get there further," Said Harry as he started to move again, vaguely remembering in his first year.
"No, I can't young Harry, you need to do this on your own."
Harry reached the boar gates. The breeze swung them open just as Harry began to pick up speed as he ran down the hill.
Harry was now panting, but didn't care. He gasped though as he ran through the usually busy Hogsmeade. Not a soul could be found. All of the window shutters and doors were boarded up. If it had been the Wild West, a tumbleweed would have blown through.
Harry had no time to waste now. He needed to get to Ginny.
Ginny had lost count of how many days she'd been there. It was always the same, the questions, the torture, the questions, the torture. She rolled over on the floor and tried in vain to get comfortable.
She hadn't given up on being rescued, but she figured it wouldn't happen. She'd gotten lucky twice before. Fate didn't just save your ass any old time. There were time limits to these things, she was sure, like a cat having nine lives.
In the back of her mind she kept thinking to herself, Harry, he'll come get you. Then she thought, if he has to save me again, I'll be embarrassed for the rest of my life. Then again...He's the only one brave enough to never give up on you. Or stupid enough. But hell, if it saved her, she'd never speak ill against him again.
Footsteps, shuffling cowardly footsteps. Ginny groaned, they were coming again. This made three times today.
She knew who it was instantly. Only one person could tap his hand against the wall like that. Only one person shuffled his feet in such a cowardly manner.
Wormtail. "Tell them I'm busy having tea and crumpets, to come back later Wormy" Ginny knew she was not calling the shots around here. But talking like this was the only thing she could control right now, so she worked it. It kept her from feeling like a complete victim.
Wormtail laughed a harsh, wheezing laugh, "Nice try lady, but it's time again."
He picked her up, as she was too weak to walk by herself. Suddenly, all the strength she had mentally faded and she was left with her fears. Though now, she really fear was when the day came where she would feel nothing. That would be the scariest day of all.
She was led into the chamber. Laid into the makeshift chair. And left to wait.
She knew he was there before he made himself known. "What are you going to ask me today?"
"Oh my Ginny, always thinking she can be in control. Its the same question you've been asked every day since you came to me."
"I never came to you."
"Right, whatever you say Weasley."
"Either ask me and get it over with or torture me, I do not care."
The anger in his voice was plain, even though it was still almost said inaudibly. "Such rudeness it not tolerated. We will teach you. Crucio!"
Ginny twitched, she was in pain beyond endurance.
"So what do you say now Weasley, will you join me?Will you join the most powerful wizard that ever lived?"
Ginny was panting, join him, end all of this. But another voice in her head, the one that made her so damn stubborn, the one that made her a Weasley, answered, "I already know where my loyalties lie, and its not with you."
"HA, Ginny, where are you loyalties now, eh? Where is your Mudblood champion, Dumbledore? Where is your Hero, Potter? They aren't here. They all think your dead. Join me, show them up. You know your more talented than all of them."
"This isn't about talent Tom, its about ethics," Ginny was mad now, and she really didn't care if it got her killed.
"Ethic's, Ms. Ginny, explain how this is a matter of ethics."
"Simple, I have some, you have none. You don't even respect your followers. You have a huge ego, and an inferiority complex."
"You'll pay for that one girl, ADIODIUM!"
Ginny was paralyzed. She felt tiny knives prodding every inch of her body. She was on fire. She was surely going to die now.
But it was not to be.
"How did that treat you Weasley? I've been kind, but now that you've dishonored me, and my followers, I have no choice but to kill you."
Ginny was panting, crying, and she was beginning to fade out. She fought with consciousness though, when she began to hear new footsteps.
A new voice entered the now glowing cave.
"Sorry Tom, but your shit out of luck today."
It was Harry, sweaty, tired looking. But he was there. And Ginny, knew she was saved.
"Potter," Voldemort spat it out, like rat poison. "What is it that you can possibly do?"
What followed next was a duel that would make the young legend. All the years of training at Hogwarts, seven long, tedious years.
The lights were blinding, flashing glorious shades of green, red and yellow. Suddenly, Harry though of something. "Tom, why are our wands dueling, if it didn't work then, why's it working now?"
Voldermort was out breath, and his red, red eyes were shining. "Idiot boy, you think I would make the same mistake twice? After that incident, I've changed wands. I mean to kill you, and I won't mess it up again." Voldemort attacked again. Stronger this time. More forceful and with much more fury.
Harry responded the best he could, which appeared to be good enough. Natural ability was all that he had, Voldemort had years of experience.
After a while, the curses were still flying and neither knew when the other would quit. Harry was prepared to fight a noble battle to the death. Voldemort, was another story.
After one of Harry's curses narrowly missed him, Voldemort let up, panting, sweating and shaking, "Okay Harry, we appear to be equals. I can't get you, you cannot get me. However boy, there is something in here, which I can hurt. And you cannot save." They both glanced over at the barely conscious Ginny.
Harry knew what Voldemort was going to do ages before he realized he was reacting to it.
"Avada Kedavara..." Was screamed, in a loud, hard, cold voice.
The light emitting from the wand was at first green,...
Harry dove over the boulder chair and onto the form of Ginny Weasley. She just moved her head a little to the right, "What in the hell?" He landed full out of her. Taking the majority of the curse right to his torso.
His scar, was now shining a blinding, unicorn white. That light, which was green, was turning white, and slowly working its way back to Voldemort.
Weird screams were filling the chamber-cave. Echoes and chants. And the white light was growing hotter and brighter by the minute. Ginny, seemed to be the only one in the cave not screaming in pain. She was screaming in fear. If Harry died because of her, what the hell would she do, how could she live with herself? These were her last thoughts as she clung to Harry and finally blacked out.
The screams only intensified as the cave began to collapse. Harry looked over, Voldemort was no longer the tall, powerful figure Harry recognized, but a small scrawny child, lying on the floor screaming.
Harry felt sorry for it. It was odd, that in the moment where he finally won, conquered his parents murderer, he felt sorry for him. Harry could have done nothing for the small, fragile figure now. It was going to be crushed, so was Ginny and Harry, but Harry couldn't move for the life of him. No pun intended.
A glorious music filled the now barely open cave. Harry, blacked out in exhaustion. Somehow, he knew Ginny would be okay. That was all that mattered at the present time.
I hope this is okay, I think it's all right. Please, review. Thanks much.
Disclaimer: You know
The dark, oak doors flew open as Harry was now all out sprinting as fast as he could to the cave on the end of the road outside of Hogsmeade.
Down the steps, downs the slippery grass, past the lake, he didn't even save time to glance as he rushed by. He knew where he had to go.
Harry was running at such a breakneck speed that he didn't even realize when he ran into a tall, dark figure.
Snape."Potter, what are you doing, you must return to the school immediately. This is a matter of life or death."
Harry, had been derailed by Snape in the past, and was having none of it right now, "Snape, I know where Ginny is. Nothing you say can stop me this time."
"That's your problem Potter. Nothing can ever stop you. Your too arrogant to listen to facts. She's dead..."
"NO"
"You can't save her.."
Harry pulled out his wand. "Get back to the school and decide were your loyalties are. I know where I have to go... get the hell out of my way."
Harry expected Snapes lip to curl, to smirk, to say, Potter, your just like your father, you'll die the same way. But instead, Harry was surprised. A light flickered in the dark hollows of Snapes eyes, "So the time has come, Dumbledore was right, so was Tom." At this he turned and began running at the castle.
Harry was shortly shocked, then remembered he had no time and ran.
It was at this that he ran into Firenze.
"For pity's sake, why must I always run into these people!?!" Harry was now ripped.
"Young Harry, I see the time has indeed come. You should hurry, before the attack comes."
"Hey, you could help me get there further," Said Harry as he started to move again, vaguely remembering in his first year.
"No, I can't young Harry, you need to do this on your own."
Harry reached the boar gates. The breeze swung them open just as Harry began to pick up speed as he ran down the hill.
Harry was now panting, but didn't care. He gasped though as he ran through the usually busy Hogsmeade. Not a soul could be found. All of the window shutters and doors were boarded up. If it had been the Wild West, a tumbleweed would have blown through.
Harry had no time to waste now. He needed to get to Ginny.
Ginny had lost count of how many days she'd been there. It was always the same, the questions, the torture, the questions, the torture. She rolled over on the floor and tried in vain to get comfortable.
She hadn't given up on being rescued, but she figured it wouldn't happen. She'd gotten lucky twice before. Fate didn't just save your ass any old time. There were time limits to these things, she was sure, like a cat having nine lives.
In the back of her mind she kept thinking to herself, Harry, he'll come get you. Then she thought, if he has to save me again, I'll be embarrassed for the rest of my life. Then again...He's the only one brave enough to never give up on you. Or stupid enough. But hell, if it saved her, she'd never speak ill against him again.
Footsteps, shuffling cowardly footsteps. Ginny groaned, they were coming again. This made three times today.
She knew who it was instantly. Only one person could tap his hand against the wall like that. Only one person shuffled his feet in such a cowardly manner.
Wormtail. "Tell them I'm busy having tea and crumpets, to come back later Wormy" Ginny knew she was not calling the shots around here. But talking like this was the only thing she could control right now, so she worked it. It kept her from feeling like a complete victim.
Wormtail laughed a harsh, wheezing laugh, "Nice try lady, but it's time again."
He picked her up, as she was too weak to walk by herself. Suddenly, all the strength she had mentally faded and she was left with her fears. Though now, she really fear was when the day came where she would feel nothing. That would be the scariest day of all.
She was led into the chamber. Laid into the makeshift chair. And left to wait.
She knew he was there before he made himself known. "What are you going to ask me today?"
"Oh my Ginny, always thinking she can be in control. Its the same question you've been asked every day since you came to me."
"I never came to you."
"Right, whatever you say Weasley."
"Either ask me and get it over with or torture me, I do not care."
The anger in his voice was plain, even though it was still almost said inaudibly. "Such rudeness it not tolerated. We will teach you. Crucio!"
Ginny twitched, she was in pain beyond endurance.
"So what do you say now Weasley, will you join me?Will you join the most powerful wizard that ever lived?"
Ginny was panting, join him, end all of this. But another voice in her head, the one that made her so damn stubborn, the one that made her a Weasley, answered, "I already know where my loyalties lie, and its not with you."
"HA, Ginny, where are you loyalties now, eh? Where is your Mudblood champion, Dumbledore? Where is your Hero, Potter? They aren't here. They all think your dead. Join me, show them up. You know your more talented than all of them."
"This isn't about talent Tom, its about ethics," Ginny was mad now, and she really didn't care if it got her killed.
"Ethic's, Ms. Ginny, explain how this is a matter of ethics."
"Simple, I have some, you have none. You don't even respect your followers. You have a huge ego, and an inferiority complex."
"You'll pay for that one girl, ADIODIUM!"
Ginny was paralyzed. She felt tiny knives prodding every inch of her body. She was on fire. She was surely going to die now.
But it was not to be.
"How did that treat you Weasley? I've been kind, but now that you've dishonored me, and my followers, I have no choice but to kill you."
Ginny was panting, crying, and she was beginning to fade out. She fought with consciousness though, when she began to hear new footsteps.
A new voice entered the now glowing cave.
"Sorry Tom, but your shit out of luck today."
It was Harry, sweaty, tired looking. But he was there. And Ginny, knew she was saved.
"Potter," Voldemort spat it out, like rat poison. "What is it that you can possibly do?"
What followed next was a duel that would make the young legend. All the years of training at Hogwarts, seven long, tedious years.
The lights were blinding, flashing glorious shades of green, red and yellow. Suddenly, Harry though of something. "Tom, why are our wands dueling, if it didn't work then, why's it working now?"
Voldermort was out breath, and his red, red eyes were shining. "Idiot boy, you think I would make the same mistake twice? After that incident, I've changed wands. I mean to kill you, and I won't mess it up again." Voldemort attacked again. Stronger this time. More forceful and with much more fury.
Harry responded the best he could, which appeared to be good enough. Natural ability was all that he had, Voldemort had years of experience.
After a while, the curses were still flying and neither knew when the other would quit. Harry was prepared to fight a noble battle to the death. Voldemort, was another story.
After one of Harry's curses narrowly missed him, Voldemort let up, panting, sweating and shaking, "Okay Harry, we appear to be equals. I can't get you, you cannot get me. However boy, there is something in here, which I can hurt. And you cannot save." They both glanced over at the barely conscious Ginny.
Harry knew what Voldemort was going to do ages before he realized he was reacting to it.
"Avada Kedavara..." Was screamed, in a loud, hard, cold voice.
The light emitting from the wand was at first green,...
Harry dove over the boulder chair and onto the form of Ginny Weasley. She just moved her head a little to the right, "What in the hell?" He landed full out of her. Taking the majority of the curse right to his torso.
His scar, was now shining a blinding, unicorn white. That light, which was green, was turning white, and slowly working its way back to Voldemort.
Weird screams were filling the chamber-cave. Echoes and chants. And the white light was growing hotter and brighter by the minute. Ginny, seemed to be the only one in the cave not screaming in pain. She was screaming in fear. If Harry died because of her, what the hell would she do, how could she live with herself? These were her last thoughts as she clung to Harry and finally blacked out.
The screams only intensified as the cave began to collapse. Harry looked over, Voldemort was no longer the tall, powerful figure Harry recognized, but a small scrawny child, lying on the floor screaming.
Harry felt sorry for it. It was odd, that in the moment where he finally won, conquered his parents murderer, he felt sorry for him. Harry could have done nothing for the small, fragile figure now. It was going to be crushed, so was Ginny and Harry, but Harry couldn't move for the life of him. No pun intended.
A glorious music filled the now barely open cave. Harry, blacked out in exhaustion. Somehow, he knew Ginny would be okay. That was all that mattered at the present time.
I hope this is okay, I think it's all right. Please, review. Thanks much.