Title: Is It Worth It 2: The Final Battle
Summary: The temptation of darkness ebbs away at Harry's last nerve as he attempts to keep his views out of public eyes. Everyone believes he has returned to the light, but has he really or is he fighting for both dark and light, inside himself and in the impending war. Sequel to: Is It Worth It?
Pairings: I don't think I'll have one. Maybe keep Harry and Ginny, or I might make them break up, they're not doing so good as boyfriend/girlfriend kind of thing.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Here goes...I don't own him, no one does. He is his own person thank you very much!
A/n: THANKS TO:
Anatra:Glad you like it, I try to get up to date as best as I can. I'm more busy than ever this year. So it's a race.
Jbfritz: thanks.
HoshiHikari: Well you know how it is, you'll find out about the teachers now.
HedwigPig: I've been meaning to tell, that's a weird name. Lol.
Chapter7 "Power of Friendship"
The first few days of classes was a nightmare for the Gryffindors. Many of them were shunned by the rest because they stood by Harry. Most Gryffindors were targets of pranks, jinxes and some even coming close to getting seriously hurt.
The students that were once afraid to commit dangerous crimes, showed out of no where and attacked.
In Newt potions, one of the Ravenclaws threw some powdered horn of a bicorn before her partner had added knotgrass.The potion had fizzled and boiled until it finally exploded, leaving most students with badly bruised bodies.
Some were even halfway transformed. Snape had taken all of Ravenclaw's points and gave out detention. Madam Pomfrey spent days curing the ones that somehow managed to transform.
It was later found out that the girl who damaged the potion was Mandy Brocklehurst, the second to Marietta to hate Harry and the Gryffindors. Lisa Turpin, the victim of her partner's idiot-ness was found to have been strongly supporting the Gryffindors and hated what the others were doing.
No one could do anything about what was going on. The teachers could only take points and assign detentions. The students outnumbered the teachers, not even behaving when they were others like them. Harry understood why they ignored what happened that first day. This was war, if people wanted to act the way they did, they could. It was an all for one and none for all. The school was more like a war zone than a school.
"Harry, we have to do something." Hermione had said one day after a brush in with one of the Hufflepuffs. They had than decided that the D.A. had to come back. They rounded up most of the students that were not against them and secretly ushered them into the Room of Requirements.
They began training harder than ever before. Separated into groups by levels, everyone learned to protect one another, help, teach, and cooperate with each other. Harry began to teach the older kids the spells he learned while away. Some had unique power. Some had control of power they did not even know was rare.
In November they began animagus training, with private supervision from McGonagall, who was the only teacher who knew what was going on.
Harry began instructing them with advanced spells that not even the seventh years knew. He did not tell where they came from, but put Hermione in the spotlight by thanking her for them.
Many of the spells the older kids learned were dark, but legal. He taught them the more advanced boiling curse, he even began to teach them Legillimency (sp?) and Occlumency.
"Harry. Harry we have to go. Snape's going to get mad," Hermione cut through Harry's thoughts.
Harry jumped up and grabbed his bag before running out of the common room after Hermione. By the time they reached the dungeons, they were late. Hermione opened the door cautiously and peered in.
"Snape's not in." She whispered and crept into the room.
Harry followed her a bit more cautiously. The students glared at him silently as he entered, but he ignored them and managing to find his seat in front of Hermione.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Potter." Harry jumped and turned around only to find Snape staring at him from the door.
Harry cursed inwardly and let out a hissed "damn".
"Another five, there will be no cussing in this class, you know the rules." Snape said smugly. Harry managed to keep his mouth shut as the students snickered behind their hands.
"Now, today we will finish the Polyjuice potion. This last step is one of the most important, that means leave your idiot fights out at the door. You all need to be careful how you put the Lacewing into the cauldron. One wrong move and Madam Pomfrey will have her hands full again. I warn you again, be careful," Snape finished and motioned for them to get the last part of the Polyjuice potion off his desk.
Two hours later, it was finished. The Polyjuice sat in cups in front of them. Harry and Hermione prepared themselves for the taste and the sick feeling they knew would come.
"Begin. I will be walking around each group and supervising."
Harry put the hair in and chugged the potion down as quickly as he could without choking on the thick liquid. It had immediate affect. He scrunched up his eyes as the sick feeling hit his stomach. His glasses slid off, his hair began to be slick and his eyes began to turn color.
Five minutes later, the transformation was finished and Harry sat up to look at Hermione. He found himself staring at a pair of dark brown eyes.
"Hermione?" The girl nodded and smiled.
"This one at least felt good." She whispered to him in her Parvati kind of voice.
"Hermione, you're me!" They both turned to stare at the Parvati-turned-Hermione.
"My God, is that what I really look like?" Hermione whispered. She looked thunderstruck.
Harry smiled and let out a snicker," It's not that bad."
Hermione glared at him, "The hair has to change, the face needs make up and the eyes look like they haven't seen sleep in centuries! I call that bad!"
"I wonder who became me." Harry muttered than turned to Hermione as she started to laugh.
"You should look in a mirror than across the room."
Harry obliged and looked across the room. His mouth fell open when his copy stared at him.
"I need changes too," He muttered.
"Harry, I hate to tell you this, but you and Malfoy switched bodies!" Hermione had the sense to muffle her laughter at Harry's horrified look.
"Don't you get any ideas, Potter!" Draco yelled and Harry looked up. Draco was smirking at him, the smirk that looked so wrong on Harry's face, almost evil.
"If I think I know what you're thinking Malfoy, than you've got your wish. As long as you swear you wouldn't do anything either." Harry smirked back. Draco stared at him.
"Would I do that?" He asked innocently and Harry had to laugh.
"I don't know, would you?"
"Potter, you need to get laid." Draco muttered loud enough for the room to hear.
"Pot-Draco! Watch your language. Talk about your fantasies outside this classroom." Snape said.
Draco, Harry and the rest of the class stared at their professor. Everyone heard the words, but the meaning was misinterpreted.
"No way!" Harry and Draco yelled at the same time, than began to laugh.
"All right, you had your fun. The potion lasts for the next fifteen minutes. Get your places cleaned up and start a paper about your transformation. I want it on my desk in two days."
Harry and Hermione cleaned up their places and sat down to write. As Draco passed their table, he dropped a wad of paper into Harry's lap. He did not even look at them, just returned to his seat and began to write.
Harry unwrapped the paper and quickly read through the note before looking up at the green eyes. He blinked twice rapidly and returned to his paper.
"What was that about?" Hermione asked. Harry passed her the note. A moment later Hermione sucked in a breath.
"Can you trust him?"
"He's helped me, I think he deserves it."
"But he's your enemy. He works for Voldemort." She whispered.
"Hermione, I do too. I may not be as in depth now, but I am as par of this as he is. I'm going."
"Can't we come with you?"
"No, it's just between him and me."
"All right, be careful. If you don't come back, we'll come looking for you."
The bell rang and they stood up. Hermione left him at the door and walked away with Hermione-Parvati.
Harry walked to the other hallway's corner and waited. Draco showed up minutes later and led him behind one of the statues and into a room. Harry followed him in and shut the door.
"What's going on?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, Malfoy. You're the one that dropped me the letter."
Draco paced in front of him, agitating the already agitated Harry further. Harry waited until Draco settled down, but when he didn't, Harry stepped in front him.
"Draco, what is going on?" Draco began to answer but stared as Harry began to change into himself. Harry too was watching as Draco changed back into himself.
"Voldemort's planning something." He blurted out right away.
"What do you mean? Voldemort's always planning something." Harry said.
"Potter, you're not listening. He's planning something big. I've been trying to figure it out for weeks, but I haven't found anything."
"What do you want me to do, Draco? I may be one of his favorites, but I haven't talked to him since summer."
"You have the scar, Harry. Use it!"
"I got kicked out. I've tried to get it, but I can't. I don't like being in the dark either, but we can't know everything,"
"Something big is being planned. I want to know what it is. Father knows, but he's afraid to say."
"All right, I'll try to talk to him. Maybe I can–" Harry broke off as pain shot through his forearm. He clenched it and looked up at Draco.
"Why's he calling?" Draco shrugged.
Harry touched the serpent's head and shot a message to Voldemort.
"This can't be a coincidence." He muttered.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to have to talk to Remus. He needs to know."
"All right. Tell me what happens." Draco said and disappeared through the door.
Harry ran to the rooms Remus was stationed and knocked. The old werewolf opened the door and ushered him in.
"Good after noon, Harry."
"Remus I have to go, Voldemort called just now and I have to go see what's going on."
"Harry, I thought he wasn't going to call during school." Remus said, anger tinting the calm voice.
"Draco thinks he's setting something big. It cold be my chance to see what he's up to."
"It could be dangerous, Harry. Voldemort has an unpredictable mind, promise me you will be careful." Remus said.
"Remus–"
"Promise."
Harry sighed, "I promise."
"Good luck, Harry."
"Remus, don't tell anyone." Harry said and summoned his element. Remus stepped back as the fire enveloped the boy and they disappeared.
"Good luck."
Harry appeared directly in front of Voldemort. The red-eyed man just blinked at him, but the Death Eaters behind the two all had wands out.
"Serpent, nice of you to join us." Voldemort smirked while Harry scowled.
"I thought we agreed there wasn't going to be any calling during school."
"I have a surprise, so I couldn't wait."
Harry raised an eyebrow and watched as Voldemort motioned him to follow.
They walked up winding stairs and maze-like hallways before they finally reached a room. Voldemort opened the door and Harry walked in. For the second time Harry had to duck to avoid the curse sent his way. He scanned the room until his eyes fell on the spell caster.
"Anthony?" Harry's mouth fell open. Anthony glared at him.
"Look what he did, Harry! I never should have trusted you or him!"
"What did you do?" Harry asked Voldemort.
"I just awoke his hidden magic. He always had it, but got scared and locked it away. So I decided that this time he's going to live with it."
Harry stared at the man before bursting out laughing.
"Harry Potter, that is not funny!" Anthony yelled.
Harry closed his mouth, but held a smile.
"You should be happy Anthony, you're not missing anything now."Harry said.
"I am too! I'm going to miss my life. That lunatic there has been keeping me in this room, forcing me to learn all these complicated spells. That Leviosa is the last spell I do!"
Harry clamped a hand to his mouth, "You're learning Leviosa? That's a first year spell."
"So what? When I get out of here, I'll get you back for this." Anthony snarled.
"Anthony the magic does not bite." Voldemort said in a bored voice. Harry got the feeling that this wasn't the first time Anthony complained. Harry almost felt sorry for his old mentor, almost.
"It's your fault it happened!"
"Hey, I did not mess around with the dogs. You know they were vicious, but you had to be brave." Voldemort said dangerously.
"At least I wasn't the one who set them on Greg. It was the only reason I locked my magic away. I saw how you controlled them. You laughed when they tore him apart." Anthony shut his mouth and turned away.
Harry choked and stared between the two. Voldemort killed before he even came to Hogwarts.
"I was young, I didn't know what I was doing, Anthony. I did not know that I was controlling them. I just could not stand Gregory trying to bully you. I did not know." There was hurt and regret in Voldemort's voice.
"You knew, Tom, but you didn't want to stop it."
Voldemort sighed and turned around and left.
Harry stayed behind, staring at Anthony's back.
"You should leave the past in the past Anthony. He is regretting what he did. Why can't you forgive him?"
Anthony turned to face him, his eyes were glistening and looked far away.
"I have forgiven him. But I cannot forgive him for what he is doing now. I have seen what he does. He controls his men, like he controlled those dogs."
"He's been hurt, he did not know how to deal with pain so he returned it. He's addicted to it. Dark magic is like drugs, Anthony. Once you're hooked, you're hooked for life. You have to get to know him again." Harry and left. Anthony stayed back, staring out the window. His mind far in the past, Harry's words swimming in and out of his consciousness.
Harry descended the stairs and entered the meeting room. The Death Eaters did not pay attention to him as he cut through the circle formed.
Voldemort was in the middle, power radiated from him in waves, almost knocking Harry off his feet. He pushed his way through to the middle.
He stopped dead in his tracks. Voldemort glowed red as he cast Crucio after Crucio at the figure below his feet. It wasn't moving, but the Dark Lord did not seem to notice. His eyes were wild, power hungry.
"Voldemort?" Harry called out. The Crucio stopped as the man looked at him.
"Crucio!" He yelled at Harry and Harry barely dodged it. Pain curse after pain curse flashed through the air as Harry dodged them. Twisting this way and that to avoid the curses.
The Death Eaters stood frozen, staring at their master.
"All of you get out of here! You're dismissed!" Harry yelled at them, dodging a blood boiling curse.
Every one of them snapped and as one apparated away.
"Voldemort, you have to stop!" He yelled through the rainbow of colors.
"Why should I? I like it, it is an incredible power to feel. I know you do fell it, Serpent!"
"You have to stop this. You can't let your rage control your every move! It will destroy you!"
"What do you know!? You never had to go through what I did. You never had a father who hated you!"
"I had an uncle. That's close to a father. I had a bad childhood and I'm not acting like a spoiled child! So what if the world's fucked up, it's life and we have to learn to deal with it."
"Crucio!" The curse came out of nowhere and Harry crumpled. The curse was tenfold stronger than the original, fueled by Voldemort's anger.
"Stop!" He tried crying out, but all that came was a croak.
"Tom, stop!" The curse ended abruptly and Harry fell, his face on the cool floor. His body was burning. It hurt to breathe, move, it hurt to even blink. Anthony rushed to his side.
"God, Harry, are you okay?" Harry closed his eyes and shook his head.
Anthony got up and walked up to the unmoving man, the body was not recognizable anymore. He got up and stood in front of Voldemort.
"Tom?"
The red eyes blinked at him and looked away. "I did this." It wasn't a question.
"Yes." Anthony said slowly.
"I guess you're right, I do enjoy it. I love to let it control me. It's the only way I feel alive.
"Tom, I forgive you. I forgive you for everything. I'm sorry I got mad. I'm sorry I forced you to become who you are. If I wasn't so scared, none of this would have happened."
Voldemort stared around the room, his eyes falling on the dead form than at Harry's crumpled form.
"Harry." He ran to the boy and slowly turned him over. Harry opened his eyes and smiled.
"I guess Anthony got through where I couldn't." He rasped.
Voldemort grabbed his wand, and ignoring Harry's flinch, he began casting healing charms. Regret was making its way into his melting heart.
"We have to take you to a hospital. Anthony you're going to have to take him, either to Hogwarts or St. Mungo's."
"Hogwarts." Harry said and Anthony picked him up carefully.
Voldemort grabbed one of Harry's shoes and created a portkey.
"Voldemort, who's that man?" Harry asked.
Voldemort looked back at the figure.
"Cornelius Fudge."
He didn't see Harry's eyes widen and fear creep into them. Fear not for Voldemort, but for his own life.
That's chapter 7. I don't know when I'll be posting again, but be patient, I'll post when I can. Love ya lotz and plz plz REVIEW!