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Chapter Thirteen
Prophecy Fulfilled
"Not you!" Ron yelled as he looked into the face of Draco Malfoy, looming over them.
"Yes, Wealsey, it's me." he said sarcastically, "you shouldn't seem so thrilled."
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron asked him coldly.
"If this were any other day at school my usual goal would be to torment you," he explained, "but as this is war I believe I am here to kill you. But first I'll have some fun," he smirked at them.
Ron and Claire got to their feet, ready for a fight. Claire was surprised to see that Malfoy seemed untouched. She remembered all too well how he looked a few days previous when he had been hit with five different curses at once.
"How about a duel Weasley?" he asked mockingly.
"Bring it on," Ron replied.
They sent spells back and forth with little success. They were evenly matched, deflecting and dodging eachother's curses.
"How about a little break before we continue?" Malfoy asked.
"I don't trust you," Ron told him plainly, breathing heavily.
"You seem tired," he mentioned, not giving up. He set his wand on the floor, "See? We'll take a break."
Ron eyed him suspiciously, then leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
In a flash, Malfoy scooped up his wand and sent a shot of light at Ron. Ron fell to the floor, not moving.
Claire screamed, "You can't!"
"I believe I just did," Malfoy said, smiling, "What a fool. Has he learned nothing in the seven years he's known me?"
Claire felt the anger and hatred of many years rise up inside her. He couldn't do this. She wouldn't let him get away with it.
"Avada Kedavra!" she yelled. She saw Malfoy's horrified face, his mouth open in a silent scream, before he was thrown to the floor. She stepped forward and looked down on him. He was dead. She had killed Draco Malfoy. She had actually killed him.
Claire was surprised with her own daring. She never thought she would ever have the guts to murder someone, no matter what happened. But she did it.
She went back to Ron, still laying lifeless on the floor. She sat down beside him and was about to cry when she realized his chest was moving slowly up and down.
She put her ear to his mouth and felt hot breath wash over her.
"He's alive," she whispered quietly. She shook him slightly, wanting him to wake up. After a few moments she heard him groan in pain. He sat up and held his hand to his head. He looked at Claire and asked, "What happened?"
She burst into tears and threw her arms around him. As she cried into his shoulder she said, "I thought you were dead. I thought he killed you. I was so scared. I couldn't believe it."
Ron looked past her and saw the still form laying down the hall. "Did you... kill Malfoy?"
"Yes," she said, "I thought he had killed you."
Ron smiled slightly, "You killed Malfoy."
"My gawd." Fred said as he came down the hall, "Who killed the blonde git?"
Ron and Claire stepped forward, Claire raising her hand slightly.
"Nice work Claire." Ginny said smiling.
The others around them nodded their agreement.
"You know what we have to do now though, right?" Seamus asked from the edge of the group.
"Help Harry." Ron said.
They set off to find their friend.
"Ah. ... Harry Potter."
Harry turned around. He already knew what he would find, he recognized that voice. The voice that had been haunting his thoughts, his memories, and his dreams for so many years. He turned to face Lord Voldemort.
"How nice it is to see you again," Voldemort said.
"I'm sorry I can't say the same," Harry replied.
"It does not matter. I've come to reunite you with your parents and friends."
"Really," Harry said calmly, "I guess it's too bad that I don't want to join them quite yet."
Without another word they began to duel. Harry concentrated on the sole fact that he had to win. And he would. He knew he would. He could feel the presence of his parents in the hall as he fought. He could also feel that Sirius was watching him, along with Hermione, the Weasleys, Neville, Luna, and all the others that had been killed during this war and the last.
He felt the strength he needed. He knew he could do it. And before he realized it, he had shouted Avada Kedavra and watched the green light engulf the evil man before him.
It was over. Or so he thought.
He heard laughing. Voldemort stepped forward, very much alive. "You didn't think I would let you defeat me that easily, did you? Remember, I have taken many steps toward immortality. And I have succeeded."
Harry was stunned. He didn't know what to do. Voldemort had won, that was all there was to it.
He heard footsteps behind him. He didn't dare turn around for fear that Voldemort would finish him off the second his back was turned. When the footsteps stopped beside him he glanced to his sides and smiled.
"How's it going?" Ron asked.
"Need some help?" Fred offered.
Filling the corridor stood dozens of the students and adults including the remaining Weasleys, Claire, Seamus, Dean, Lupin, Hagrid, and Dumbledore himself.
Voldemort laughed, "As I've just informed your dear friend Potter, I have succeeded in my quest for immortality. I just survived his attempt at Avada Kedavra. Which, even if I were mortal, was so weak it would have failed anyway. What makes you think any of you can do any better?"
"As I've heard," Dumbledore said, "there is power in numbers."
As if it had been planned all along the entire group bellowed "Avada Kedavra!" The combined power did what one spell could not. Voldemort flew backwards and crumpled on the floor. They watched as his spirit rose from the body and attempted to escape. Dumbledore quickly said a series of words and the spirit flew into a small bottle in his out stretched hand. He corked it and held it up.
"He was almost right," Dumbledore told the group, "he may have almost achieved immortality, but we were able to do better. And now, I believe, it is up to Harry to fulfill the prophecy and defeat Lord Voldemort once and for all."
Dumbledore handed him the bottle and somehow Harry knew exactly what to do.
He muttered an incantation to return the spirit to mortality, then swiftly threw the bottle to the ground. A great scream filled the corridor and the spirit vanished. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and a feeling washed over them as if the sun had just come out after a long, violent storm.
Dumbledore gave Harry a warm smile. "Finally," he said, "it's over."
Malfoy is a bloody git. Voldemort is dead, yippie. Read and Review!
